Hello everyone, I'm a teenager who writes about different characters in my free time!
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—Reader always comes back the same way: tired, clingy, and wanting more than Megumi is willing to give. Megumi, on the other hand, never says much… His boyfriend can be a bit clingy sometimes.
SYNOPSIS : Reader always comes back the same way: tired, clingy, and wanting more than Megumi is willing to give. Megumi, on the other hand, never says much… His boyfriend can be a bit clingy sometimes.
WARNINGS : None — no angst or anything sad. Tall Reader (around 1.89 m), shy Megumi with his usual attitude, silly nicknames, kisses, and affection. English isn’t my first language, so there might be some mistakes, and I’d appreciate any corrections.
NOTES : I’m not fully convinced about this, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while and I already have like 34 drafts. 🥴
The sound of persistent knocking at the door dragged him out of sleep abruptly. Fushiguro Megumi frowned in the darkness of his room. With an annoyed sigh, he reached out toward his nightstand. The phone screen lit up his face, and he squinted at the brightness. His eyes burned.
02:15 AM...
—...Who? —he muttered to himself as he got up.
He opened the door—and there was Reader, still in his uniform, hair slightly messy from the wind and wearing that tired expression Megumi knew so well. He didn’t even get the chance to say anything. Reader slipped inside like a gust of air, wrapping an arm around his waist and pushing the door shut with the other hand until it clicked softly.
—What were you thinking, coming here at this hour? —Megumi asked, though he made no move to pull away. On the contrary, his hand found its way to the fabric of Reader’s jacket, fingers hooking into it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Reader rested his cheek on top of his head, taking full advantage of every inch of height difference between them.
—You’re giving me such a cold welcome, Megumi-chan. I just got back from killing curses and this is the face I get?
—It’s two in the morning, —Megumi pointed out, his voice still rough with sleep.
—And I came straight here. I could’ve gone to my own room, you know?
—Then you should have.
But neither of them moved. Megumi huffed softly against his chest, and Reader smiled into his hair. They stayed like that for a few seconds, in silence—Megumi’s body slowly readjusting to the other’s warmth, while Reader let go of all the tension from the day.
—Give me a proper greeting, —Reader demanded, his tone bordering on childish complaint.
—I already greeted you.
—That wasn’t a greeting. That was a ‘you’re here, how annoying.’
Megumi looked up at him with a neutral expression, though something in his eyes gave away that he was holding something back. Reader tilted his head slightly, lips pursed in an intentionally exaggerated pout.
—Seriously. I’m exhausted, Megumi. The bare minimum.
—You’re so dramatic…
Still, Megumi leaned up just a little—barely enough—and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. One of those kisses that felt more embarrassing than anything else. When he pulled away, Reader was still pouting, though now his eyes were smiling.
—That’s it? That’s all I get?
—What else do you want?
I don’t know… —Reader wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer.— Something better. Something that shows you missed me.
—I didn’t miss you, —Megumi lied effortlessly, though his fingers tightened around his boyfriend’s jacket.
—Liar.
—Cut it out, Reader…
But Reader didn’t stop. He rested his forehead against Megumi’s, then tilted his head slightly to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Then another, more centered. Then another, slower.
—I missed you, —he whispered against his mouth.— A lot.
Megumi didn’t answer with words. Instead, he tangled a hand in his hair and pulled him down into a real kiss. A slow one—the kind that isn’t in a hurry, that tastes like messy sheets and familiarity. When they finally pulled apart, Reader was smiling with that silly grin Megumi pretended to hate.
Okay, —Reader said.— That’s better.
—Bed, —Megumi ordered, tugging on his hand. —And let go, I can’t walk.
—I don’t want to.
—You’re so clingy.
—And you love it, Gumi-chan.
Megumi didn’t deny it. He didn’t need to.
—
Once in bed, the darkness wrapped around them like a blanket. Reader had settled on his side, one arm draped over Megumi’s chest and a leg tangled with his, as if making sure he wouldn’t go anywhere. Megumi stared up at the ceiling, still processing the abrupt shift from being asleep to having his boyfriend clinging to him like a koala.
—Megumi, —Reader whispered in the dimness.
—What.
—Aren’t you going to say anything to me?
—Like what?
—I don’t know. How was your day? Did you miss me even a little?
Megumi turned his head to look at him. He could barely make out his features, but he could see the faint shine in his eyes—expectant.
—It was a normal day, —he replied.— And I’m not feeding your ego.
Reader let out a soft, warm laugh and moved closer, burying his face in his neck. Megumi felt his breath against his skin and, for a moment, thought he had fallen asleep. But then Reader lifted his head and pressed a kiss right where his pulse throbbed. Slow. Deliberate.
Megumi held his breath.
What are you doing? —he asked, though his voice had lost all firmness.
—Nothing, —Reader replied with feigned innocence—and kissed the same spot again. This time, his tongue barely brushed against his skin, just enough to dampen it and leave behind a trace of coolness that quickly turned warm.
—Reader…
—Mm?
—Stop.
—I don’t want to.
—Yes, you do, —Megumi insisted, though his fingers tightened around Reader’s wrist.— You know I get nervous.
Reader pulled back just enough to look at him. Even if he couldn’t clearly see his expression, he could picture it perfectly—the faint blush coloring his cheeks, the fake annoyance hiding something softer.
—You get nervous because you like it, —Reader said, a smile in his voice.
—I’m going to hit you.
—No, you won’t. You love me too much, Megumi-chan.
Megumi didn’t respond. Instead, he used his free hand to cover his mouth.
—Go to sleep already.
—Gumiii-chaaaan! —Reader protested, his voice muffled against his palm.— That’s so mean.
—You complain a lot for someone who showed up in my room at two in the morning.
Reader gently pulled his hand away and settled back against his chest.
—I needed you.
He said it so quietly, so simply, that something in Megumi’s chest tightened. He ran his fingers through the back of his hair, brushing through the messy strands, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
—You’re so spoiled, —he murmured.
—By you.
—Liar.
—I’m just telling the truth.
Megumi smiled in the dark, even if Reader couldn’t see it.
—Go to sleep, —he repeated, but this time his voice was soft, almost like a caress.
—Okay. But kiss me again.
—I already kissed you.
—Again.
—You’re so needy.
—Kiss me and I’ll sleep.
Megumi rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help the small smile as he leaned in, searching for his lips in the dark. The kiss was short, sweet, and soft. When they pulled apart, Reader was already smiling with his eyes closed.
—That’s better, —he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
—You’re annoying.
—Your annoying.
Megumi didn’t reply. He just held him tighter and closed his eyes, listening to his breathing slow and deepen.
—
The first light of dawn slipped timidly through the curtains when Megumi opened his eyes. He blinked once, twice, adjusting to the dim brightness. The room was quiet, broken only by the steady breathing beside him.
That’s when he felt it.
A hand. Under his shirt.
Warm fingers, relaxed with sleep, resting still against his skin, right at the edge of his chest. There was nothing intentional about it—it was simply the result of a night spent sleeping together. And yet, Megumi felt his skin prickle faintly beneath Reader’s palm.
He glanced at him. His boyfriend was still deeply asleep, face turned toward him, lips slightly parted, his expression completely relaxed. He slept like a rock—he always had. And yet, even in that state of complete unconsciousness, his hand had found its way under his clothes, seeking contact.
Megumi swallowed, not daring to move. It felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest.
He could feel the weight of his fingers, the distinct warmth of his palm against his torso. They’d been together for a while now, sure—but there were still moments like this, where the reality of having a boyfriend hit him all at once.
He didn’t know how much time passed like that, lying still, staring at the ceiling while his boyfriend’s hand stayed there—harmless, but painfully present.
Until Reader moved.
Without waking, without any awareness, his fingers shifted a couple of centimeters. A lazy, absent motion. The pad of his thumb brushed lightly over his skin, right where his chest began.
Megumi held his breath.
—…Mmh, —Reader murmured something unintelligible, pulling Megumi a little closer out of pure instinct.
And then, with that movement, his hand slid a bit higher.
Not much. Just a little. But enough for heat to rush to Megumi’s face. Because now his hand wasn’t just near his chest.
It was on it.
—…Hey, —he whispered, his voice still rough from sleep.
No response. Of course—you were still asleep.
—Reader, —he insisted, a bit louder, though not enough to fully wake you.
Nothing. Still peacefully breathing, your hand resting on his chest like it belonged there.
Megumi sighed, a mix of exasperation and something he’d rather not examine too closely. He raised his free hand—the one that wasn’t trapped between them—and gave you a gentle nudge on the shoulder.
—Wake up.
A lazy groan slipped from your throat. You wrinkled your nose, frowning in your sleep—and instead of letting go, you pressed your hand slightly more against his chest.
—…What, —you mumbled, not opening your eyes.
Your hand, —Megumi said, trying to keep his voice flat.— It’s…
He trailed off. He didn’t know how to finish that sentence without it sounding weird.
You blinked, fighting off sleep. It took a few seconds to process his words—and a few more to realize where exactly your hand was. When it finally clicked, a slow smile spread across your face without you even fully opening your eyes.
—Ah, —you mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.— Well, look at that.
—Stop doing that, —he said, though he didn’t move your hand away. He could have. Easily. But he didn’t. He didn’t really know how to react.
—Stop doing what? —you asked innocently, your fingers shifting slightly in a lazy touch.— I was asleep.
—Then wake up already.
—I don’t want to.
You finally opened one eye—just one—to look at him. Megumi was lying on his side, staring at you with that expression of his that tried to be serious but didn’t quite manage it, especially with the faint blush dusting his cheeks. You found it adorable. You always did.
—You’re blushing, —you pointed out, without even trying to hide it.
—I’m not.
—You are. Your ears too.
—Shut up.
You smiled wider now, stretching slightly without letting go. The movement made your hand slide again over his chest, brushing—accidentally, or maybe not so accidentally—over one of his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Megumi’s reaction was small, almost imperceptible.
But you felt it.
Your smile widened.
—Was it here? —you asked with fake innocence, dragging your thumb over the same spot again.
—Reader —his name came out like a warning, though it carried no real authority.
Megumi pushed you away abruptly and got out of bed, leaving you laughing behind him.
