ABOUT ME â liya capricorn persian somewhere between cabin 5 nd 6 student ravenclaw megumi enthusiast
â constantly consuming media , whether itâs reading books , watching movies , listening to music , or staying up until 3 reading fanfics classical literature , im always doing something.
â artists i like : tyler the creator , frank ocean , beabadoobee , adrianne lenker , radiohead , wisp , ka$hdami , modern baseball , ilytommy , and defo more!!
â interests / fandoms : listing every fandom im in would be torturous i fear, so, here are my current fixations â adventure time , jjk , mha , haikyuu , batfam (esp cassandra cain) , alnst , life is strange , what remains of edith finch , the last of us , and a lotttt more..
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⧠older!ceo satoru is a genius, billionaire, playboyâ need I say more? he knew he wanted you the second you trotted into his meeting without so much as sparing him a glance. you're from the group of college interns. trying to score a job at the world-leading science institution. knew he was sooo screwed when he caught your glare from across the office after he sent a wink your way. young, feisty and smart? how fun.
⧠villain!satoru is always fucking hero sukuna's daughter, who may or may not have fallen in love with him.
⧠satoru doesn't know how to react when his former student makes a move on him.
⧠professor!satoru is your toxic ex who makes your student life hell after you break up with him.
⧠clanhead!satoru promised himself that he wouldn't touch you, his newly arranged wife. but he swears that you're trying to give him a heart attack with how bad you want him, someone twice your age.
⧠best friend's dad!satoru has you sucking his dick while he drives you home. the problem? you're his son's best friend.
êźŒ boyfriend!sokka can't help but be a hopeless romantic with you
ኞ he might be an idiot, but an attractive, sweet idiot âžâž sexual themes mentioned âžâž not proofread.
boyfriend!sokka is a funny man, okay? We're aware? He's constantly trying to keep a smile on your lips from his shenanigansâand is beyond proud of himself whenever he's got you laughing hard enough to wheeze.
He loves the sound of your laugh, startling you in bed with kisses just to hear one giggle; it's always so cute whenever the noise slows & you're left smiling at each other like idiots.
boyfriend!sokka is far more affectionate than most would assume; he likes resting his head on your chest, your fingers tangled in his hairâsprawled out in bed, lying on the ground, or ducking into you during a hugâhe lives for the feeling of your heartbeat in his ear.
The feeling of your fingers threading through the strands, or your lips brushing the scalp while teasing him for being so touchy, while still touching him, is always so intimate.
boyfriend!sokka has woken you upâmore than once, unfortunatelyâto tell you an idea for a new weapon he could use as a non-bender, wanting to get your opinions first on how practical you'd think it'd be for him to have before sinking time and effort into it.
He loves bringing home his finished inventions to show you first & show you how he plans to use them and the main purpose each one has.
boyfriend!sokka uses his biceps for goodâpicking you up & carrying you around the apartmentâthough that's only as a joke to prove his strength whenever you try to tease him.
Though sometimes he will pick you up whenever he gets home & carry you straight to your bed, with his arm curled tightly around you to ensure you don't slip, complaining just how much he's missed you.
boyfriend!sokka yaps frequently. He'll yap half-asleep, drowsily mumbling into your shoulder, while getting ready, showering together, during aftercare, and he'll even talk your ear off during sex.
If he has the opportunity to talk to his pretty girl, he's going to take it, even if it's in an odd situation or just to tell you something stupid. The audible excitement always fills you with a sweet warmth.
boyfriend!sokka loves it when you scratch the buzzed sections of his scalp; he'll close his eyes & lean into your touch while pulling you close. It's always so visible to his friends how lovesick he is for you.
He doesn't care how it looks to others, with him being so receptive to your affections. You toy with his hair; he toys with yours. You kiss him on the cheek, he kisses you on the cheek, and he lives for the chance to show his friends how affectionate he is with you.
boyfriend!sokka is a passionate boyfriend and proud. He does not play around; he always thinks it's so stupid when he sees a boyfriend pretending not to be in love with their girlfriend.
He's always so excited when you start affection with him. Why would he pretend he's not melting at any given chance? Showing he's into it gets him more.
âSo... Tom? Tom isnât it? Iâve got the hottest, sexiest, most talented young actor and model in Japan here and how good would that be for your hotel if he were to leave a shitty review on your website?â
Youâre again yelling at your phone and not noticing the fact that Megumiâs strolling around the kitchen in only low-slung grey sweatpants, âItâll be on every single gossip columns, no? TMZ, Us Weekly and People...â The person over the phone frantically says something and your face relaxes.
âGreat, thatâs what I thought. Fushiguro will check in tomorrow evening. Alright, bye!â You hang up with a scoff. You turn around only to be met with a flustered looking Megumi looking back at you.
âHi! Good morning, gorgeous!â You give him 2 air kisses before he can process what you just called him, again, and pull up your notes app. âSo, your flight to Charles de Gaulle is at 5 am tomorrow. I packed your stuff yesterday and,â You continue yapping about his itinerary once he lands in France.
But Megumi was too preoccupied with thinking about how flattering the sun made your skin look. You were always gorgeous, obviously, but something about the rays kissing your skin made you look ethereal. Out of this world. Even when you were yapping enthusiastically about the amount of photoshoots, interviews and brand deals heâd have to attend in the coming week. Was it normal to think about your super reliable and pretty assistant in that way?
Nevermind that, Megumi knew deep down that if he had the chance, and if he wasnât embarrassingly awkward off camera, he would shoot his shot.
Landing in Paris was quite mundane for Megumi. Sure, he had comfortably flew first class for the entire trip, read a book while you enthusiastically read through a small book of French phrase and gotten to eat gourmet food for breakfast lunch and dinner but honestly? This wasnât the first time heâs went through these cycles.
You on the other hand were vibrating with excitement. You loved your jobâ you also loved the perks that came with your job.
After stepping off your flightâ in which Megumi evaded French paparazzi and zealous fans (but couldnât hesitate to sign a little girlâs poster of him)â you both checked into the hotel that you had made a grown man cry over.
The hotel room was beautiful. Haussmannian,clad with wooden floors and adorned with cheeky little detailing. Such as a velvet fainting couch in light pink, painfully soft pillows and gentle lighting.
Megumi stepped into the balcony and looked out at the Parisian streets below. People frolicked around; commuting to and from work, popping in and out of boutiques and in the far distance, he could see the Eiffel tower. Though, he never saw the appeal in a big ugly figure like that.
So what if it was French? It was just like any other ugly monument. He stepped inside, met with the sight of you lounging on the couch dramatically with a wide grin. You looked so carefree. Happy. You must really like your job.
Or maybe you really liked the perks that came with it.
Or maybe you really liked him in general.
He hoped it was the last one.
a/n: y/n stronger than me I would've pounced on that man
also I'm playing tomodachi life and Maki is literally simping over reze
i'm not making this up, like she's a blushing mess and geto is just third wheeling (does it count if reze only sees her as a friend? yikesss)
pairings: megumi x fem!hybrid reader, yuji x fem!hybrid reader (platonic)
summary: after another long, tiring mission, megumi discovers something peculiar about his shikigami
themes: master/pet dynamic, reader is megumiâs shikigami turned wolf hybrid, jealous megumi, flufffff, smut at the end
18+ mndi. all characters in this story are 20+. jujutsu school is implied to be a college in this au.
[ sooooooo yeah, i did this after having it in the drafts forever. i do not consent to my work being used or posted elsewhere. ]
Megumi has a problem.
That problem? A wagging tail, cute pointy black ears, and an irresistible pout. Which just so happens to be youâhis Demon Dog and now⊠a hybrid?
âHow is this even possible?â His voice echoes in his head, as he gawks at you with an expression thatâs equally disturbed and curious.
Youâve sat yourself right in front of his bathroom door. Eager with concern to check him over and his fresh wounds from the mission Gojo had tasked him with. Your tail had been swishing excitedly against the wooden floor as he emerged from the bathroom. But itâs only when Megumi slams the door in your face does he hear puppy-like whines. He wasnât meaning to be cruel.
No, definitely not. He just thinks that maybe heâs hallucinating. Assumes heâs been infected with something from one of those vile curses.
So he opens the door again, slower. Your drooping ears perk in an instant at the sight of him and something about it has Megumi Fushiguroâs heart all mushy. All for him? Seems absurd to him.
âIs your wound ok?â You ask, speaking to him for the first time. His head is spinning.
He glances to the bandages heâd poorly applied to one side of his waist.
âIâm fine.â He mutters in usual annoyance.
Youâre used to his stern demands. The instructions he gives you so clearly on missions. This doesnât seem any different or off putting. If anything, it only felt natural to worry about your Master.
He crosses the short distance from the bathroom to his bed and you scramble to your feet. His raven hair still damp, a towel slung around his neck. Black joggers hang low on his hips.
He discards the used towel to the floor. Nearly about to lay into his messy pile of sheets when heâs reminded of your presence. An expectant look on your face and wide, pretty eyes. Megumi looks away, because he swears heat is crawling up his neck and into his cheeks.
Heâs questioning why youâre here.
Why hadnât you gone away?
Would this become a regular occurrence?
His head is pounding. So he decides it can all wait until morning. He does whatâs routine, what feels right. Despite the hesitance in his voice, in the way he rubs the back of his neckâhe calls for you and motions to the bed.
You obey without question. Allowing him time to settle, the room falling into darkness when he shuts the light off. His eyes follow you as you choose very purposefully to lay yourself across his legs, as a typical mutt would. Your chin rests on your arms, eyes fixated on his bedroom door. Your tail has longed since stilled and you fall silently into your perfected duty. Guarding.
Megumi says nothing for several minutes. Instead, heâs studying you in your half human, half wolf form. The same features heâd been so familiar with, and others that leave him questioning. Itâs only now that he notices youâve taken it upon yourself to wear one of his oversized shirts. Then again, you likely have nothing else to wear. Which leaves his eyes wandering past your tail and down the back of your bare thighs.
He stops.
Your ears are perked, flicking and turning. Actively listening and on high alert. Heâs seen it before.
Megumi reaches out finally and despite the head of human hair that resides there, he pets you just as he always has before. When you were such a good girl for him.
âEasy, girl.â He says in a gentle voice. âYouâre alright. Iâm safe.â He reassures, with soft strokes of his fingers through your hair.
Somehow he knows, this is only the beginning.
â
Slowly, you became Megumiâs best kept secret.
Between missions and time with his friends or sensei, Megumi was busy bonding with you. And slowly, you began to break down those stubborn walls, all without even really noticing.
Your discovery of television was something he wished heâd recorded. Those ears that never sat still turned in curiosity, eyes glued to the colorfully cartoons that moved across the screen.
Long, tiring days were spent on his sofa. Teaching you the proper way to use chopsticks for your noodles.
You improved, truly.
From previously slurping them up with your greasy fingers. Only to find yourself in your masterâs bathroom, his hands holding your wrists to properly wash away the mess you made. All the while, staring up at him with sweet eyes and drooping ears, tail swishing between his legs. As if to say, âIâm sorry,â and melting away all of his frustrations to begin with.
Youâd spent every waking minute trailing him and Megumi came to think that he didnât mind.
That is untilâŠ
âCan I come with you?â You perked up, soft knees pressed into the cushion of his couch as you leaned over the back.
Megumi was slipping into his shoes, a duffle bag dropped near the door.
âPlease?!â You practically whimpered, tail wagging with anticipation.
There was something you didnât know. A gnawing truth that he was burying. Why? Because he wanted to keep you all to himself. Partially to protect you, but mainly to be selfish. And there was also the fact that everyone would have questions about you.
He still had yet to discover the meaning of your existence. After all this time, he really didnât have any desire to know. For some inexplicable reason, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to him.
You were still his demon dog, his precious shikigami. No need to be hung up on the details.
âI need you to stay here. Iâll summon you if something comes up.â He says, as if heâs already made up his mind.
You pout, ears going flat. The perfect tactic to tug his heart strings.
He comes over, âYou know I donât like it anymore than you do, but itâs for the best.â He explains and you canât tell if those words are more for you or himself.
âIâll be good.â You push. âYou wonât even know Iâm there.â Another plead.
He knows Yuji will be there. It would only be a few hours at the campusâ track and field.
Youâre studying his face, as he seems to be weighing the pros and cons of this particular situation.
âAlrightâŠâ He relents. âBut youâre wearing this.â He says, while crossing the room to the coat rack. A collar dangles on one of the hooks, right below where he normally kept his hoodie.
He isnât shocked that youâre right behind him. Waiting patiently for him to secure the collar and tracker around your throat. It clips and he adjusts it, to make sure it isnât choking or pinching you.
Just an extra precaution. Or did he just want his ownership to be visible?
âGo get dressed. Iâll wait here.â He instructs.
You donât hesitate and bolt back to his bedroom. Finding the clothes he bought you in a drawer, neatly folded. You dress and return to him all in record time, leaving with him and not another word exchanged.
A few people stare on the train. Megumi doesnât blame it on your obvious hybrid features, but rather how youâre unable to sit still. Every little thing catches your eye.
Someoneâs keychain. A crying baby. The city passing by in a blur.
But he doesnât scold you. Megumi finds it endearing to see you so at attention. So he lets everyone gawk, because none of them matter.
Heâs whistling for you when your eyes are still fixated on the platform, through the window, watching people file out and go about their day. âCome on, girl.â He calls you, and you obey with a little pep in your step as you join him at his side.
You walk the rest of the way. Sometimes lingering up against him, matching his strides along the sidewalk. Other times youâre moving ahead. Spotting a squirrel, before it dashes up a cherry blossom tree. And those delicate pink blooms capture your attention. Such a stark contrast to the way Shibuya felt swallowed in darkness, when curses lingered. Compared to Megumiâs apartment in the city, the outskirts of Tokyo feltâŠpeaceful.
Megumi leads you through what feels like a maze. An interesting place of history and legacy.
Eventually, youâre climbing down stairs to an open track and field. Itâs rather empty today. You only spot a pink haired boy in the distance, just as your master stops to drop his duffle near a bench that sits along the fresh grass.
âSit here.â Another instruction.
You take your seat. Athletic shorts riding up your thighs. Your eyes wander up to him, as he digs around in his bag for the shoes he brought to train in. Your attention falls away from him in the meantime, finding the person youâve definitely seen before. He wouldnât recognize you this way, but youâd protected him on missions.
âIs that Yuji?â You suddenly ask, Megumi. Who just glances over his shoulder after tying his laces. âYeah.â He grunts out, before standing straight again.
âStay here. Donât move.â He says sternly. âHey-â He snaps, bringing your focus back to him. âDid you hear me?â He asks.
You nod, âStay here. Donât move.â You repeat.
âGood girl.â He rewards you with a scratch behind your ear and you instinctively lean into it. A whine dying in your throat when he pulls away and starts walking across the field to begin his stretches.
You behave well in those few minutes heâs gone. This seems easy to you. But it doesnât take long for it to feel like a punishment.
The sun shining, a wide open space calling to you. Everything seems so tempting.
You decide to watch Megumi.
Heâs doing pushups now. His form flawless, as he effortlessly lowers toward the ground. Hair in his face. His biceps strained, flexing and visible from the sleeveless shirt heâd chosen. From here, you can still hear the noises heâs making. Low grunts that leave your stomach turning, toes curling in your sneakers.
âHey!â A sweet enthusiastic sound.
âFushiguro didnât tell me he had a girlfriend!â Yuji laughs, but thereâs no hint of ill intention in his voice. Heâs genuinely surprised.
âOh, no-â You begin.
âNo need to explain. Heâs always soo mysterious.â Yuji says with his own silly emphasis. Itâs enough to make you smile.
You donât bother to correct him.
âAre those⊠ears??â He asks, coming closer.
Your cheeks feel warm at his observation. âYeah.â You mutter out, shyness overtaking you.
âCute!â He chuckles. It wasnât like he hadnât seen stranger things before.
Your timidness has quickly faded though, because now youâve spotted the tennis ball in Yujiâs hand.
And he notices.
âYou wanna play?â He holds it higher. Your eyes follow, head turned up, ears perked. Then he sees it, your cute black tail starting to sway. Yuji is thoroughly entertained.
He doesnât think twice. Just turns and swiftly chucks the ball across the field. Youâre up in seconds, instincts driving all thoughts, as you bolt across the field. Happily running to retrieve the ball. To earn your praise and impress him.
Yujiâs stunned at just how fast you are.
The ball is yours now, as you pick it up. Briefly inspecting it, sniffing it too, before running straight back to him.
âHoly shit!â He shouts. âYouâre really fast!â
You smile wide, beaming with your sharp canines.
âThrow it again?â You ask, hopeful. Youâre ready to play now.
Who was he to deny you?
âGo get it!â He yells mid throw, tossing even harder this time.
You donât miss a beat. Knees sliding against the earth, grass stains bound to be left, as you snatch the ball.
You run back half way back, before tossing the ball toward him. He catches it, with that same boyish grin. You could get used to this. Megumi had never played with you like this.
You test his limits now. Adrenaline pumping, overly excited. You rush him, running at him and he yells with laughter.
âWoah! Hey!â He calls, more laughter spilling out of his mouth as he runs from you. âIâm not a ball!â
You run faster, despite Yuji Itadori being certain heâs quick. Heâs sorely mistaken when you tackle him into the grass, rolling and rough housing until you pin him.
âI got you!â You declare triumphantly. A smug look on your face, hair framing your features.
You pant softly, before leaning down to affectionately lick a wet stripe against his face.
âYooo!!!â He squeezes his eyes shut, roaring with renewed laughter. âDoes that mean you like me?â
Your playtime is quickly over when a familiar voice yells across the field. The use of your name is enough to scare you into submission. Those rules youâd long forgotten are now coming back to bite you in the ass. Megumi making his way to you both.
âI told you to stay put!â He growls.
Your ears flatten, and you move off of Yuji.
âEasy, Fushiguro. Itâs my fault, I was just playing with her.â
âShut up, Itadori.â He bites back. âWhy the fuck are you licking him?â
He saw thatâŠ
âI-â Youâre brain is trying for words. Not used to seeing him so angry, not toward you anyway. Though, you wouldnât recognize jealousy either, which is exactly whatâs wrong with Megumi. âI was just excited, Master. Iâm sorry.â
âMaster?!â Yuji nearly chokes on his spit. âThatâs kinky-â
âItâs not like that!â Megumi grumbles.
A long heavy sigh is released, before he motions to you. âCome.â
You do as youâre told, with one last sad glance to Yuji.
âYuji, Iâll see you later and Iâll explain everything then. JustâŠâ He looks away, as if a sudden awkwardness has developed. âKeep this to yourself, alright?â
âYeah, whatever, man.â Yuji shrugs it off.
With an obvious blush to his face, Megumi turns to you and you both walk back to the bench. Obvious shame in your eyes and lowered ears, as you sit once again. He changes his shoes, preparing to head back home with you.
âDonât lick other people.â He scolds.
âOther people.â That was very important. Meaning he didnât want to rule himself out.
You nod. âIs it bad?â You ask, not really sure why itâs wrong or why he doesnât want you to do it.
âNo.â He answers quickly. âItâs like⊠kissing someone.â He describes, which leaves you with more questions. âItâs intimate. Only for someone special.â
You donât argue. The conversation ends, before youâre both heading back to the station.
â
Megumi doesnât miss how still you are on the train. How quietly you sit beside him. Legs pressed together, hands folded.
At home, he stops you just at the door. âHold on.â A soft mutter, before carefully removing your collar. His fingers brushing against the delicate skin there. He hangs it up where it was before. You copy him, as you both kick off your shoes and he drops his bag.
âLetâs get you cleaned up.â Megumi insists and you donât fight him on it.
Honestly, youâre still questioning what went wrong earlier. And the guilt of disobedience is weighing heavily on you.
âOnly for someone special.â
You replay his words over and over. Was he someone special? Youâd like to think so. Did he think that of you too? Or was it only natural, given the circumstances of your relationship? Youâre his weapon. That meant something else entirely to you.
âWill you help me?â You donât know what sparked you to ask him, but the question slips out and itâs too late to go back.
Megumi, ever the gentleman, seems hesitant to agree to that. But those damn sad puppy eyes would surely be the death of him.
âYeah.â He moves behind you in the short space of the bathroom. A vast difference to the field youâd been running in. His chest grazing past your shoulders, as he turns the shower on.
The water sprays against the tiles, as he lets it run against his fingers. He waits for it to reach the proper temperature.
âGet in. Iâll be right back.â
You watch him exit the bathroom, before staring back at the running water. The sound of it almost leaving your mind quiet.
Finally, youâre undressing. Your clothes in a heap on the floor.
Carefully, you step in and feel the stream against your bare skin. Your hands reach out to feel the warmth of it, letting it warm the rest of your body. Slowly, youâre relaxing in it. It feels nice. So much so, your eyes slip closed.
You barely even notice when Megumi returns. Towels left on the counter. He strips down just to his boxers. A new set of shampoo and conditioner in his grasp. Oneâs heâd picked up recently for you on a late night grocery run. Youâd never complained about using his own, but the gesture was what mattered. He thought of you.
Youâre aware of his presence behind you. He sets the bottles on the floor of the shower, as you look over your shoulder.
You canât see his wandering eyes. Drifting past your shoulders, down to your waist and⊠he stops.
âTurn to me.â He says, but before you do so, he changes it, âWill you please face me?â He asks. It was a change that you didnât fully appreciate, or understand. Not yet anyway.
You slowly do so. Unashamed of your nakedness.
âKeep your arms up.â He instructs, grabbing your wrists to fold them over your chest for decency. They stay there for merely a second, before you let your arms fall back to your sides.
He breathes through his nose, but resumes his task anyway.
He uses a cloth with soap to wash over your skin. Moving across your collar bone and down one arm, before repeating to go down the other. He avoids your chest all together. Megumi kneels down to get your thighs, knees and shins. Wiping away the green and brown stains from your little playful adventure with Yuji. Then heâs onto your tail. Carefully cleaning the fur.
You watch him, as he spends every minute silently admiring you. Silently thinking things he wish he could dream away.
He stands again, as the water washes away the soap across your body. Heâs about to wring out the cloth, when you stop him.
âLet me?â You offer, but it sounds like your pleading again.
Megumi indulges you.
You take the soapy rag and use it to do the same as he had done to you. Washing over his chest, down to his abdomen. Your other bare hand sliding across the indents of his muscles. Next are his arms.
Megumiâs eyes are glued to the shower wall, over your head.
You peer up at him and only then does he look down. A beat of silence passes. Something unspoken lingering there. Your bodies inches from one another. You search his eyes and find them unreadable.
The rest of the shower resumes. As he finishes to help you with your hair, careful of your ears.
âGo dry off and wait for me.â He says, tone gentler than normal.
You step out, wet feet sinking against a plush black rug. Reaching for the towel he brought you, before you begin to dry yourself.
You pad off into his bedroom. One of his shirts stolen for the night from his closet. You slip the comforting piece of clothing over your head. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips.
The domesticity of your night continues. As you find yourself, criss cross on the floor between Megumiâs legs.
Heâs quiet while you fidget, focused on his task of the tangles left in your wet hair.
âI know I was a jerk earlier. Iâm sorry.â He finally speaks.
Your ears are the first thing he notices. Upright and listening.
âItâs alright.â You respond, not sure what else there is to say.
âNo itâs not.â He doubles down, before a heavy sigh passes through his nose. âI hated seeing you be so sweet with Itadori.â He confesses.
There it is.
Heâs beating himself up about it, but youâre not the best with social cues. If anything, youâre thrilled to know that he isnât upset with you. Though you had to be sure, as you gather yourself to your feet.
Megumiâs eyes turn into saucers when youâre climbing on top of him. Straddling his lap. Knocking him back, flat to the mattress.
âSo youâre not mad at me?â Head tilted, tail wagging with hopefulness.
Megumi looks dumb founded and the situation only grows worse when he gives you the response you want.
âNoââ Your hips push forward. Leaning down to nuzzle your dear companion.
âThis is definitely not good!â
His subconscious is screaming at him.
It wouldnât do him any favors, because one more roll of your hips (unintentionally, of course) leaves something awakening inside Megumi Fushiguro.
No, not inside, but rather south⊠right in his gym shorts.
He swallows, adamâs apple bobbing. Your name is a struggle on his tongue. He nearly seems to be in pain.
âAre you ok?â You push up, hands supporting yourself on either side of his head. And now you feel it too. Long and hard, pushing right up against your bare cunt. God knows only how many times heâs reprimanded you to put a pair of underwear on.
âOh-â Is what comes out of your mouth first.
Youâre about to move. âIâm sorry- I-â You stammer.
âWait-â Megumi grunts out, hands find your hips. Fingers brushing over bare skin. Discovering your lack of clothing.
Heâs really done for now.
âItâs okay.â He rasps, clearly flustered.
You test the waters then. Pressing down against him and he chokes out a moan. His grip tightens, bordering on painful as he digs into the flesh of your hips.
âCarefulâŠâ He breathes, his flustered state melting into something else in seconds. Hunger.
âI think I get it now.â You smile sweetly, amusement dazzling in those pretty eyes. Ones that manipulate your master without trying.
âGet what?â He asks, his composure holding on by a thread.
You lean in closer. Megumi stills.
âYou just wanted me to lick you instead of Yuji, huh?â And you look like youâve struck gold. All smug and sure of yourself.
Megumiâs a mess. Furrowed brows, hard cock, and pink cheeks.
âDonât be stu-â
You cut him off and lick a clean stripe right along his throat until youâre just below his ear.
He groans.
The digits digging into your hips are pulling and guiding. Dragging you against the outline of his cock. Your clit rubbing against the fabric. Itâs your turn to whimper and he catches on with a smirk.
You really shouldnât have done that.
âDonât get shy on me, Pup.â He says. âKeep going.â He encourages, as you take the lead and start to rock your hips.
A hand closes around your neck, like a collar of its own. Not enough to cut off your air, but to remind you of who really has the upper hand.
He pulls you down. Inch by inch, until youâre breathing and whining against his lips.
âThatâs my girl.â He praises. âSo fucking eager to please.â
You nod, agreeing, before his lips meet yours. Tasting him for the time. His lips are so soft, so sweet in comparison to his harsh demeanor. It has you keening, melting right into him.
He hums.
He sits up and you have no choice but to do the same. Still seated in his lap, your throat is freed from his grip.
Youâre still trying to hump him, desperate to ease the ache in your clit.
âEasy, girl. Easy. Sit still, sweetheart.â He orders, as his hand slips between your thighs.
His long fingers discover your bundle of nerves with ease. He rubs teasingly slow circles, before sliding down to gather the arousal at your entrance. Your hips jerk and he chuckles. Youâve done a good job at making yourself wet for him.
âThatâs for me right? Not Yuji?â His thumb pressing to your clit. Now heâs teasing.
You make pathetic noises. Practically yelping when he inserts two fingers without warning. Sliding them until his knuckles are massaging your walls.
Who knew those fingers, the same ones he used to summon you, were capable of doing such things that rendered you completely useless.
âCome on, answer me, Pup.â Megumi insists, subtly warning of consequences if you donât give him what he wants.
âJ-just for you.â You manage between whines and moans.
Youâre so blissfully full, rocking aimlessly against his fingers like a bitch in heat. He likes those words too. You know he does, because heâs fucking you faster with his fingers. Messily rubbing at your clit with his thumb. Youâre coating him already, making a mess as he curls his fingers. Hitting that spot that makes your toes curl for real.
Youâre helplessly leaning into him, holding onto him as you pant and moan into his ear, while his filthy foreplay continues. All until it snaps. Hips stuttering, walls contracting, and youâre gushing around him with such ease it leaves Megumiâs cock twitching.
âJust one more, sweet girl.â He whispers, lips pressing below your ear. Hands sliding down your thighs, before pushing beneath your shirt. Hands spreading across your back, as he lays back against the sheets and pulls you with him. Your lips connected in another heated kiss, as you barely collect yourself.
Youâre still catching your breath when you break away, forehead resting against his own.
Megumi reaches between you and pushes down his shorts low enough to free his cock. The tip of it brushing through your folds as he adjusts to find your hole.
You ease down, wanting this just as badly as he does. So impatient.
The stretch burns and he sees it in your eyes. Your back arches, strangling out a moan, before heâs squeezing your sides with silent reassurance.
âNice and slow.â He directs. âYouâre doing good for me, sweetheart.â
That gets you, your ears always giving you away.
âKeep looking at me.â
You do, as you take another inch and another. Youâre just as prideful to see him so affected. Moaning and whimpering himself, as you fully take him. He swears he wonât last long, not with how snug you feel. So warm, so wet.
âFuck-â His head falls back. âFeels so good.â
âY-yeah.â You pant weakly, as you start to rock your hips. Confident that you have the motion from before.
His nails drag against the meat of your thighs, approving of your movement as your greedy pussy hugs him even tighter. Taking him deeper with every delicious roll of your hips.
Youâre moaning louder, less shy this time. The pinch from earlier, replaced by pleasure. You marvel at him. Admiring his toned figure. Abs taught, biceps flexing.
Despite that, youâd be lying to say your legs werenât still jelly from earlier.
Youâre trying your best, you really are, but itâs not enough for Megumi. But itâs not like he minded, because he notices youâre struggling. Thighs trembling, growing more tired with every second.
âCâmere.â He beckons.
You fold into him without complaint. Without missing a beat, he holds you to his chest. His hips pushing up into you, to drive himself deeper. Hitting that sweet spot heâd come to know.
His thrusts become harder, meaner, as he uses the energy he has to finish you both. His tight hold on you, leaving you without choice but to take everything he gives you.
âMeg-â You hiccup. âumi!â You cry out, alerting him to your impending, second orgasm. Itâs the last coherent thing you say, before heâs fucking you dumb.
Relentlessly pounding your sore pussy, as he snaps up into you over and over.
Megumiâs gone too. All grunts and groans, that remind you of those noises he made during his pushups earlier that day.
You unravel first. Crying out and eventually falling slack against him.
Heâs right behind you. A last few sloppy thrusts and heâs painting your insides, with a final, higher pitched moan that cracks in throat.
He shudders beneath you. Your breaths coming out ragged, as he holds you in the aftermath.
You rest there for a moment. Knowing another shower is calling your nameâs, but neither of you are willing to get up yet.
You rest against his chest. One leg over his. His fingertips lightly moving across the skin of your arm.
Tilting your head up, you examine his profile. Heâs handsome. Miserable, but handsome. Yet, you have to admit this is the most relaxed heâs ever looked.
âWhat is it, Pup?â He can feel your eyes on him, though his remain closed.
You like the new nickname.
âYouâre someone special to me. Am I someone special to you?â You ask, softly.
His eyes open, head turning to look at you. Eyes sincere. A look thatâs now reserved for you. Which probably meant you didnât even need him to tell you now, but it warmed your heart all the same.
One soft kiss to your forehead, his own falls against yours. âYeah⊠You are.â
You cherish the moment. Hold it close, as if it would flutter away into the night like a feral bird. Anything could tear you apart, but right now was all you needed.
âSoâŠâ You start. All seriousness evaporating. Your head lifts. A cute little grin, black ears pricked. âDo I get to meet Gojo Sensei like this?â
Helloooo ^3^ Could u pls do a fem!reader Megumi smut fic where we lick his honey covered abs, then make out and ride his abs? pretty please >///<
Knee socks - artic monkeys
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Megumi and his sleeper buildđ€€đ€€This is implied Alt!megumi btw!!
Megumi thought after a long time of dating you heâd uncovered all the freaky and weird stuff youâre into but apparently not. He sat on the bed with his legs crossed, âSo you want to pour honey on meâŠthen lick itâ he clarifies and stares at your very happy face âjust on your abs!â You smile as if it made anything normal.You presented the honey bottle proudly âitâs one of those squeezy onesâ you say, ârightâ he sighs watching you sit beside him âso?â You look into his jade eyes deeply âcan I?â. Damn it
He laid back with his shirt off, he could already tell you were excited by the way you eyed his muscles and bit your lip. âyouâre so sexyâ you mumble as the tip of your tongue drags along his neck,slowly lips travelling down to his collar bone âmm, donât leave marks on my neck,idiotâ he groaned but gripped your waist,your hands rested on his abs, caressing the hard muscles under his skin.
You straddled him, your thighs sandwiching his hips as you opened the honey bottle.He watched as the honey began dripping from the bottle and drizzling over his abs and pecs as if garnishing a dessert âitâs coldâ he mumbles âsorry gumiâ. You set the bottle on the bedside table and leaned down, beginning to drag your tongue around his belly button to collect the honey, you hear him let out a small noise only encouraging you to keep going. âYou taste goodâ you whisper against his skin âso good gumiâ your tongue going over the curve of his ab, you look up to meet his eyes, his breath heavy as your kiss and lick his skin.
Your tongue didnât stop licking, tasting the sweet honey and his warm skin was making you dizzy with hunger. You kissed and slurped, leaving a trail of sticky saliva.
He tangled his fingers in your hair, the hard metal of his rings gently grazing your scalp âmm~â you let out a quiet moan and licked some stray honey off his nipple, the metallic taste of his piercing was so addictive. You swirl the tip of your tongue around his nipple, âfuck,baby,donât tease meâ he gasps which only prompts you to start sucking on it.
His hand slides to cup your jaw, forcing your head up to kiss you deeply, his lips slamming against yours.You couldnât stop yourself from grinding against his erection, your pussy desperate for friction as his tongue fought with yours âmphâŠmm, gumiiiâ you whine. The small ball of metal in his tongue rubbed against your tongue, it tasted so good, you had become hooked to the taste of metal, he pulls away slightly and nips at your bottom lip âyouâre being needy,babyâ he whispers in a teasing tone.
Your arms wrap around his neck as you kiss him again, more slow and intense this time, heâs such an amazing kisser you canât stop. Tongues dancing, a gentle breeze coming in from the open window, the soft sound of smooching filling the room; âyouâre so dirtyâ he mutters between kisses âgetting all worked up from licking meâ a hand sliding down to grope your ass.
You sit up and pull your top off, your tits bouncing slightly in your cute bra as you take your shorts off too, he watches you undress with hooded eyes. You sat on him in just your underwear, you stared at each other for a moment before he reached up to gently squeez your tits over your bra âI love this set you know, navy suits youâ you smile at the compliment âI know you love itâ.
You couldnât help yourself, your eyes trailed down his torso and stopped at the trimmed hair leading into his boxers.
âGumiâ you start, your eyes snapping back up to his face, âcan I grind on your abs?â You ask; you felt slightly embarrassed at how dirty you are but right now you cared more about if heâd let you. He blinked then leg out the softest chuckle, it would be nice since you never see him laugh but you almost felt like he was laughing at you, your cheeks heated up âyouâre so weirdâŠbut sure, if thatâs what you wantâ he ran his hand down your waist. You almost jumped for joy but instead moved up, your panties already damp and sticky, you rested your hands on his chest for support as you pressed your hips down experimentally âmm~â
You didnât wait for anything more, you started rocking your hips back and forth, the firmness of his six back was perfect against your clit. You were all worked up right now, moaning and whining as you moved your hips faster. Megumi was just mesmerised, he was painfully hard but the sight of you right now was way too distracting; he held your hips to encourage you âso needyâŠâ he watches your panties get more soaked âshit baby, youâre so pretty especially like thisâ his nails leaving crescent shaped marks on the curve of your ass.
His words were only helping build up the burning feeling in your core, âg-gumi!â You gasp âIâm so close, so so closeâ, squeezing your eyes shut. âGonna make a mess on me? Go on, cum for gumiâ he smirked in that almost mocking tone he always used to force an orgasm out of you. You cried out softly and came, your nails scratching his chest.
You flopped onto him and buried your face in his neck âthat was so goodâ you mumble, he runs his hand over your hair âare you all spent?â He asks softly âbecause, I still have a little problemâ he whispers as he kisses your temple. You lift your head a little and look at him âwell, only if youâre on topâ you smile âdealâ he kisses you softly.
asking bf!megumi to try something new .á +18 mdni, aged up!megumi
the idea has been in your mind for a few weeks, and lying so comfortably on his chest right now it just seemed like the perfect moment to approach it.
megumi noticed the tension spreading through your body, alongside with your gaze fixed on his face.
"hmh?" the sound came from deep in his throat, accompanied by one finger moving a piece of hair from your face.
"I'm just thinking about something. 'been thinking about something, actually."
"yeah?" his full attention undeniably yours.
"I'm going to tell you, but I need you to be honest with me... if you're not comfortable with what I'm about to suggest, just say it"
he visibly stiffened at that, eyes moving to the ceiling for just a second before getting back to you.
"go on..."
"I'm not sure how to put it, I kinda want you to..."
a warmth spread quickly across your cheeks and you couldn't help avoiding his gaze. his hand softly met your face, trying to bring you back.
"just say it."
his eyes looked so much deeper in moments like this, it was way too easy to get lost in that greenish hue.
just get it over with, you thought to yourself.
"Iwantyoutodegrademeinbed."
perfect, like ripping off a band-aid.
his eyes widened almost imperceptibly, a flush of red spreading across the tips of his ears.
that reaction was not exactly the best one you could've gotten, right? a sense of regret immediately spread through your body.
"you think I'm weird, don't you? It's okay if you don't want to do it-"
"I didn't say that."
"oh."
a warm hand settled on your lower back, rubbing up and down smoothly.
"I just... wasn't expecting it."
the oh so soft look on his face was enough to calm your heart down.
"so, what do you think about it?" you propped yourself up on your forearms over his chest.
"I think we can give it a try." the answer came honestly, and accompanied by a kiss to the crown of your head.
hours later, megumi came out of the shower to find you completely immersed in a book, resting against his headboard.
you didn't seem to notice his presence until he knelt down beside you, lowering the item in your hands to steal a kiss from your pretty lips.
"hi." you whispered into his mouth.
"hi. what are you reading?"
megumi reached for the book you were holding, but you quickly set it aside.
"nothing interesting. at least, nothing more interesting than this..."
you leaned towards him, one hand flying to the back of his neck, pressing your lips against his.
your tongues intertwined like they belonged together, so familiar and yet as exciting as if it was the first time.
his body haunched over yours, eager hands meeting your waist, pulling you as close as possible.
"you smell so good."
you said while nipping at the lobe of his ear, pulling a low groan from him.
he rested his forehead against yours. "was thinking about you."
"hm?"
"in the shower."
you poked his nose softly with your own. "yeah? what were you thinking about?"
he gave you a final peck on the lips, then descended all the way down to your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses throughout the way.
"this..." he kept going down, burying his head on your chest over your loose shirt.
his fingers found the hem of your clothing, pulling it all the way off. the kisses never slowed down, his mouth quickly coming back to action on your abdomen. "and this..."
"megumi..."
"hm? what do you want, pretty?"
he gently bit the skin connecting your waist to your hip, sending a shiver through your entire body.
"I want you."
"yeah? want my mouth? or my fing-"
"your cock."
the sudden interruption caught megumi's attention, his eyes finding yours once again, shining with a newfound excitement.
"need- need your cock, please."
looking at you now, so beautiful and desperate under him, he remembered your words from before.
I want you to degrade me.
as the sweet, chivalrous boyfriend he was, megumi was decided to give you what you wanted.
"you need my cock?"
suddenly, both of his hands found your waist, manhandling you to lie down in your belly; his demonstration of strength and crude words were more than enough to get you dripping.
"I- I do... want to be so full of you, megumi."
his boxers got visibly tighter at that, and you could feel it perfectly over your panties as he grinds down on your ass.
"where did you learn to talk like that?" he kissed your shoulder, your neck, your earlobe. "never pictured my sweet girl with such a filthy mouth."
he suddenly bit your neck and you threw your head back at that, not containing your moans anymore.
all that teasing was almost overwhelming, his full weight over your body, bulge so close to where you actually wanted him, his mouth and hands roaming all around your skin, your mind was a cloudy mess right now.Â
"stop messing with me! do something, please."
you whined so pretty for him, megumi wondered why he had never tried this before.
his hands found your hips again, raising your ass in the air on full display for him.
your panties were almost see-through from how drenched you were, the sight was something your boyfriend would die for.
two fingers met your clothed heat, tracing your folds slowly, just enough to elicit a moan from you.
"hmmph- want more..."
you roll your hips accordingly to his slow strokes, trying to get more friction. he happily obliges, finding your clit and pressing down with his thumb.
"how are you this worked up already? haven't I been giving you enough attention?"
"it's not that! I just..."
"you just what? you're just too desperate, too needy?"
you had no time to answer him when his fingers suddenly pulled your underwear to the side and made direct contact to your dripping pussy, pulling another whine from you.
megumi ran his index finger from your clit all the way down to your hole, teasing the entrance.
"please, megumi."
"you want it that bad?"
he began stretching you open slowly, gasping at the feeling of your tight canal pulling him in deeper.
with his free hand he slapped your ass, mindlessly and light handed, although not failing to notice the loud moan you let out at that.
his middle finger joined in with the first one, the intrusion almost too good to handle. megumi curled his digits inside you, rubbing perfectly all over your walls.
he went in and out time and time again, obsessed with the sweet little sounds you kept on making and the sight of your pussy opening up for him.
the stretch felt so good, the movements just slow enough so you could feel every inch of him. more of your juices dripped onto the bed as the sounds echoing in the room became obscene.
a thumb found your clit, slow circle motions sending shivers to your whole body.
"got nothing to say now? cat got your tongue?"Â
"n-no." you couldn't help wiggling your hips in his direction, trying to get his fingers to move faster. "it's just..."
"it's just what?" suddenly he pulled you closer by your hair, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "don't tell me you've broken down already."Â
his proximity and condescending tone only made you weaker, but you knew you had to be strong to get what you really wanted.
"I haven't, baby! it's just.. enough. you can put it in now." you spoke calmly, trying to hide how desperately you actually wanted it.
but megumi knew better, he could see so easily through your little act. he felt your thighs trembling under his palm, your juices leaking nonstop on his fingers.
"I see." he pulled his digits for a moment, you were about to question it when you felt him finally taking off your panties.
megumi smoothed his hand over your ass for a second, pressing a hand on your back to force you into a mean arch.
"breathe in for me."
before you could make sense of his words, megumi was pulling his boxers down and lining up with you.
not a second later he was pushing in. "fuck- is this what you wanted?"
you moaned loudly at the intrusion, your body pushed forward by the impact of his hips on your behind.
large hands gripped your waist as he started his movements, thrusting into you.
"yes... this is what I wanted."
your words came out slurred from how fucked up you were already, drooling into the pillow and just allowing him to do whatever he wanted to you.
"look at you..."
one of his hands found your head, pulling some hair out of your face so he could have a better look at your disheveled state.
megumi held your face in his hand, wiping some drool from the corner of your mouth.
"fuck... aren't you disgusted with yourself?"
neither of you cared about the contradiction in his words right now, the way he sounded appalled but kept on fucking you like today was his last day on earth.
the more he talked, the more you leaked on his girthy cock, helping him slide in and out of you.
"so... so good, feels so good."
megumi got encouraged by your words, allowing his hand to fall on your ass harder than before. you groaned loudly at the impact, feeling more pleasure than you believed to be possible.
"you like that?"
a pretty handprint appeared on your bottom, megumi kneaded the skin on there, taking mental notes of all the shades of red he could make on you.
"can't believe you're into this."
as his tone got harsher, megumi started to understand the thrill you felt when being degraded.
his movements got faster, he locked an arm around your throat and got closer to your face, staring into your eyes. "you're so dirty."
"megumi!"
you whined and tried to hide from his gaze, embarrassed by his words.
"tch, none of that. you asked for this."
he searched for your chin, raising it again, forcing your stare into him.
"take it, don't act like you don't want it."
your velvety walls clenched around him, the position allowing his cock to go deeper with every thump of his hips.
megumi angled his thrusts to hit your sweet spot, you tried answering his question, but the pleasure was becoming too much. "mmgh- megumi..."
"can't even speak properly anymore?"
his arm left your throat, the same hand cradling your head only to push it further onto the pillow.
he held your hips, pulling your body towards himself and slapping your ass again, tears fell down your face, a known coil forming in your lower stomach.
"hm? have I fucked you dumb already?" he reached for your soaked cunt, rubbing slow circles on your clit and watching for your every reaction.
"n-no. hmph-"
you tried speaking up, you swear you did, but everytime he slammed his hips onto yours the task seemed more complicated.
"pathetic."
low groans escaped his throat insistently, hinting that he was getting close to his climax.
"want- please- want you to cum inside."
"now she can talk?" his fingers moved faster on your bundle of nerves "dumb girl..."
"please... hah-"
megumi's thrusts got quicker, the squelching of your abused pussy filling the room. his nails pressed into your hip while another slap landed on your ass.
"want it that bad?"
"mmph- yes!!" your words were muffled by the pillow, arms not managing to hold your weight anymore. "want to cum... with you."
"you're so greedy." a big hand found one of your tits, fondling it and playing with your nipple, causing your moans to grow even more desperate. "go on them, cum for me"
you noticied the familiar shocks start to flow through your body as megumi's cock scratched all of the right places inside you, easily slipping in and out with the fluids coming from your cunt.
the stimulation on all of your sweet spots was too much, bringing you to the edge as a desperate moan formed in your throat.
"yes, megumi! so- so good.. hmmh"
you rambled into the pillow, the words making less sense as pleasure coated your mind. megumi could feel you squeezing him tighter, constant pulses coming from your pussy.
you looked so pretty like this, losing yourself on his cock, making a mess all over him and his bed, he couldn't believe you were even real.
a sudden heatwave coursed through his body and he couldn't keep the movements steady anymore, his thrusts became fast and sloppy, helping you reach the peak of your orgasm as his own approached.
his warmness enveloped you while he crouched over your body to spread messy kisses and nips around your shoulder and neck, both of his arms encircling your waist to hold you firmly as he emptied out inside of you.
his warm seed flowed through as you rode out your orgasm, reaching behind to craddle the back of megumi's neck while he kept on kissing all over yours.Â
you giggled at his affection, how different he seemed from just a moment ago.Â
"what is it?"
"it's nothing... just tell me, did you like doing it?"
you had a pretty smile on your face while questioning him, but he missed it, too busy thumbing your sensitive pussy lips open to watch as his cum left a trail on your thighs.
"yeah... we're definitely doing this again."
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a/n: I've never written p in v b4 and I hate this, but it kinda got me out of a writer's block so it's okay.. also uni is butchering me these days so I been having little to no time to write butttt I still haven't given up on being more active here alright bye <3
