♯ megumi fushiguro x reader
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the soft glow of your phone lit the room as you lay sprawled across the bed, one leg bent beneath the blankets while your thumb mindlessly flicked from one post to the next. you’d barely register anything you’d looked at in the last 20 minutes, your thoughts drifting elsewhere every few seconds. to him.
megumi had only been gone a few days, called away on an extensive mission that had kept him out longer than either of you had expected. you were used to missions, they came with the territory, but that didn't make the apartment feel any less empty while he was away.
the quiet click of the bedroom door pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up immediately.
a little paler than when he'd left, megumi stepped inside, looking every bit as worn out as you expected. his uniform was wrinkled, his hair a mess, and the exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss. even standing in the doorway, he looked like he was running on whatever little energy he had left, the tension evident in the slow rise and fall of his breathing.
a smile found your lips before you could stop it, greeting softly, "hey, gumi..”
he lingered by the door for a moment, eyes finding you almost immediately. "hey," his voice was quieter than usual.
for a split second, something softened in them. there was a flicker of need, small enough that anyone else would've missed it. it vanished just as quickly, hidden beneath his usual calm expression. the moment passed almost as quickly as it came.
“..i’m gonna change,” he murmured.
you nodded. “take your time.”
a minute later, he stepped back into the room wearing a loose black shirt and sweatpants. his damp hair clung slightly around his forehead, evidence he'd at least splashed some water on his face before changing. he tossed the crumpled uniform over the back of a chair before making his way toward the bed.
he looked more comfortable. still exhausted. the mattress dipped as he sat beside you.
you smiled to yourself, resisting the urge to immediately throw your arms around him. you’d missed him more than you cared to admit, but one look at him told you he probably needed a second to simply breathe. so you let him, your attention drifting back to your phone.
a few quiet moments passed. then you felt yourself slide ever so slightly across the mattress. you frowned.
another gentle tug. looking down, you found megumi’s hand resting against your waist, fingers hooked in the fabric of your shirt. he wasn't pulling very hard, just enough to coax you closer to him.
there wasn't any urgency behind it either. he wasn't trying to drag you over, just patiently encouraging you, inch by inch.
instead, he gave your side another small tug.
only then did he look at you. the exhaustion lingering in his eyes somehow made them softer, less guarded than usual. "..c’mere.”
you giggled quietly. "i am here."
a tiny sigh escaped him, one that sounded almost amused despite how tired he was. he shook his head once. "..no."
his gaze dropped to his lap before lifting back to yours. "here."
realization dawned on your face. "..oh."
a grin spread across your lips. “you've been trying to pull me onto your lap?"
the faintest hint of color dusted his ears. "..maybe."
"you know," you teased, setting your phone on the nightstand, "you could've just asked."
despite your teasing, you shifted over without another word, carefully settling onto his lap.
the moment your weight rested against him, his hands instinctively found your waist, adjusting you just enough so you were comfortable before letting out a slow, tired breath.
his shoulders noticeably sagged. like he'd been holding himself together all day and had finally been given permission to stop.
a quiet breath escaped him as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes slipping shut.
"there," you murmured, slipping your fingers into his hair. "better?"
his hands ran up and down your sides, absentminded and comforting. it had only been a few days, but now that he was here, you realized just how much you'd missed touching him, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, knowing he was safe.
"missed you," he admitted, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
the room fell quiet again.
you couldn’t help but lean down and give him a quick kiss despite the silence. he answered with another, lips parting slightly before pulling back. his palms slid around your waist, fingers spreading wide as they traveled down to grip your hips.
"your skin feels good," megumi said against your mouth. "missed touching you."
“yeah? thought of you every night, gumi. wanted you home so bad..”
another short kiss. then a longer one where his tongue brushed yours briefly. his hands moved again, one staying at your hip while the other slipped higher under your shirt, tracing the curve of your side.
you shifted and he pushed the fabric higher, exposing more skin as his fingers trailed up to brush the underside of your breasts. the slight friction sent a small jolt down his spine.
"shiiit.. right there, pretty," he breathed when you started rocking your hips slowly. the thin cotton of your panties rubbed against the front of his sweatpants, and he could feel himself hardening beneath you. "yeah, keep doin’ that.. feels too good."
you ground down again, a little firmer this time, and megumi groaned softly into the next kiss. short pecks alternated with deeper ones as his hands roamed freely, squeezing your hips, sliding back to your ass, cupping your chest through the loose shirt.
"god, you're so soft," he groaned into the kiss, his hand shifting to give your ass a gentle, playful smack. the sound echoed in the quiet room, making you gasp, which only seemed to encourage him. he smacked you again, a bit firmer this time, before kneading your backside like he was trying to mold you to his body.
"you’re getting hard already," you giggled between kisses.
the sensation of your panties against his sweatpants was agonizingly perfect. you could feel the thick, hard length of his dick pulsing beneath the fabric, straining against the waistband of his sweatpants.
"can’t help it," he replied, voice a bit rougher now. "not when you're moving like that on my dick."
his thumbs circled your nipples through the fabric while his other hand dipped lower, fingers tracing the edge of your panties before returning to your waist. another grind made him twitch, and he pulled you closer for a messy kiss, tongues meeting briefly.
"don’t stop," megumi urged. "wanna feel you like this.. all of you."
you ground down harder, a slow, circular motion that had him arching his back, a low moan escaping his throat. his hands flew back down to your ass, gripping you tightly and pulling you flush against his erection. you rolled your hips once more, the friction building steadily against his growing erection. he nipped at your bottom lip, hands never still, sliding around your back, lifting your shirt again to run his palms up your sides and over your chest.
"love how you feel on me," he said quietly. "grinding on my dick ‘nd shit.. keep going."
short kisses punctuated every movement, turning into longer, hungrier ones as you continued the slow rhythm. his hands stayed busy, gripping, stroking, occasionally pushing the shirt higher so he could touch more of your bare skin.
"tired as hell but i really can’t get enough of you," megumi muttered against your lips, giving your ass another sharp smack, the sting mixing with the pleasure of your bodies rocking in sync. his name slipped from your lips in a breathless gasp, earning nothing more than an amused purse of his lips.
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