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[luvjaclyn]

Masterlist:

MADARA UCHIHA

🔥Series🔥

Intoxicate Me- part 1

Intoxicate Me- part 2

Intoxicate Me- part 3….coming soon

🔥One-Shots:

All Is Fair in Love and War

ITACHI UCHIHA

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Uchiha Clan Icons:

Shisui Uchiha Obito Uchiha

Itachi Uchiha Sasuke Uchiha

Madara Uchiha

Shisui & Itachi

Neji Hyūga Icons:

Neji Hyūga

[fushigurlfriend]

୨୧ megumi fushiguro, who loves to see you on camera

part two!

megumi just thinks you’re so pretty.

he thinks you’re pretty doing simple, every day things. the way you look when you’re concentrating doing something, your gorgeous smile when you greet him every day, and how beautiful you look even while you sleep.

you often catch him staring, from up close to even across the room, he just can’t take his eyes off you. he does absolutely everything in his power to make you smile, see you happy, to see your gorgeous face erupt with joy that he brought you. let it be surprising you with your favorite breakfast in the morning, or randomly gifting you that bag you’ve been constantly talking about wanting, he would do anything to see his pretty girlfriend happy.

he thinks you’re so pretty, that he often catches himself missing you when you’re gone, and thinking about you. he often resorts to looking at the pictures the two of you took in random spots, like the café date he took you on a few months ago, you begged him to take a picture with you in front of the flower wall they had growing inside of the shop. of course, he couldn’t say no to you, and took the selfie with you. it’s a fond memory he has with you, and he thinks you’re so pretty in the photo, smiling brightly next to his subtle smile. he even made it his lock screen.

he wishes he had more pictures of you in his phone, more in depth photos of you, pictures that he wishes his eyes could take and save into a hard drive. like how gorgeous you look when you show off your new lingerie purchases, or how beautiful you look under him, moaning his name in pleasure as he rips orgasm after orgasm out of you. not only does he think you have a cute face, but a cute body too. he doesn’t understand how you could even begin to be insecure, he thinks you look perfect.

he really wishes he has those photos when you’re gone for several days and he’s at home missing you. he knows he should be patient, wait on you to return home, but he really missed you. he missed your pretty moans, the way you would squeeze him just right when he would fuck you, your gorgeous tits bouncing in his sight with every thrust he had to offer you. the thoughts alone gets him to cum pathetically in his hands, he often feels a tad bit guilty afterwards, but he still finds himself wishing that he had the exposed version of you in his camera roll.

but if there’s something about megumi, he’s going to get what he wants.

“fuckkk..taking me so good aren’t you?” he groaned, thrusting into your sopping cunt in a steady pace. he’s got you in missionary, a hand splayed on your stomach as he held his phone in the other. his flash is on, lighting up you as the center of attention in the otherwise dim room. the fact that he was recording, catching every moan, every reaction, had your walls spasming around him in pleasure.

the light was almost too bright, catching everything on video. his hand moved to your hip, dragging you into each thrust as he angled his phone down for a few seconds, catching how easily his cock slid in and out of you, how shiny your slick looked coating his dick in the light as you squirmed in pleasure. he was being rough, obviously lost in pleasure as he was finally getting what he wanted. you were already dazed, enduring multiple rounds as it is. he wanted to have you absolutely ruined.

his hand pressed down on your lower stomach, fucking into you faster as he angled the camera back up to catch the majority of your body in view. your head was slumped to the side, whining into the pillow as mind numbing pleasure overcame you from megumi pressing and massaging into you. “come on, let me see your pretty face, baby.” he moaned out, coaxing you to face him. you were too far gone, lost in so much pleasure you didn’t even hear him. it wasn’t until his hand gently tilted your chin to face him and the bright glare of the light did you come back to your senses.

“thereee she is. my pretty girl.” he praised, caressing your cheek before his hand returned to your hip to pull you into his thrusts. the feeling of his tip pressing into your sweet spot with each deep and languid stroke had you whining and moaning under him wildly. he made you feel so full, cock being sucked into your velvety walls constantly had the both of you moaning in pleasure with every push of his hips. you was so soaked, arousal and his cum mixing together and dripping down onto the sheets making an erotic mess.

he could feel his dick throbbing, arousal coursing through him as he looked at you through his phone camera, catching him fucking into you, your pretty face in a daze, and walls clamping down on him, sucking him in every time he pulled back. he started to mindlessly babble praises, beginning to also lose himself in your pussy as his hands scrambled anywhere he could hold onto you. he twitched wildly, growing impossibly harder as he stared at your tits bouncing with each stroke of his hips. you looked so pretty like this, ruined and moaning his name so sensually.

your eyes squeezed shut, his hips clapping into you louder than before as he reached up to cup and play with your tits, squeezing at the fat and rolling your nipple between his fingers. the sensations was overwhelming, cock rutting in and out of your squelching cunt before he gently grabbed your hand in his and dragged it to your clit, angling the camera down slightly to catch it. “getting close? come on baby, show the camera how pretty you look when you cum.” the moan you let out was like no other, his hand helping you rub fast circles on your sensitive clit. your eyes snapped open, looking down at the scene unfold as you felt your walls spasming, warm pleasure tightening as you got to the brink of an orgasm.

the both of your hands worked your clit, his hand moving yours at the speed he wanted as your body locked up, head thrown back as you came around him, hard. your legs spasmed as you whined his name loudly, release soaking everything as he fucked you through your orgasm. he moaned, hips stuttering and losing rhythm at the feeling of your orgasm on his cock as he continued to babble praises. he pushed down on your stomach again, feeling his cock jutting into you before he came shortly after you, spurting his cum into you and painting your insides white.

he sighed with a smile, the both of you breathing heavily to regain composure from your shared intense orgasms as he pulled out slowly, his camera still recording. “fuck…come on baby, show me how good of a job i did.” he breathed, pushing your leg soft open to get you to spread your legs. you looked away in embarrassment, spreading your thighs as he zoomed in on your cum soaked pussy, catching the way it dripped out of you erotically. his fingers trailed down to play between your folds, smearing his own release around before ending the video.

he leaned down to kiss you softly, caressing your body and muttered how good you was for him. he smiled now finally having something to keep him occupied whenever he misses you.

and maybe he should give you your own video to watch when you miss him, a video of him eating you out maybe.

[yuujispinkhair]

SO IT GOES - Yakuza Boss Megumi x Reader

CHAPTER 5 - SEE YOU IN THE DARK

When you accidentally get caught in the crossfire of an attack on the new clan head, Megumi Zenin, your world gets flipped upside down. Suddenly, you are part of his dark world and are getting much closer to the Yakuza boss than you both ever wanted. But living together with Megumi lets you see the man behind his cold mask, and what starts as an arrangement to keep you safe becomes a lot more.

Masterpost ++ Ch.1 ++ Ch.2 ++ Ch.3 ++ Ch.4

Warnings: 18+, female reader, fluff/smut/light angst. Modern AU, Yakuza-related crime and violence, Megumi kills to protect the people he cares about, alcohol, forced proximity. Happy ending. Megumi and Reader are both in their mid/late twenties. In this chapter: rough sex, light choking, dirty talk, light pussy spanking, squirting, oral, dom!Megumi. Minors don't interact. Word Count: 5.5k The fanart in the header was used with permission from the artist koonya911 on Twitter. Credit for the divider @/cursed-carmine.

After what happened in the kitchen, things between Megumi and you are tense, to put it mildly. You tiptoe around each other, both refusing to address what went on between you. He refuses to look at you properly, dark blue eyes staring at a spot behind your shoulder when he has to talk to you. And you feel your face flood with embarrassed heat anytime you see him or just think about how he made you fall apart on his fingers.

It should probably not have happened. But it did, and if you are honest, you can't find it in you to regret it. You wanted it like nothing else before in your life. And you still do. You crave more, you crave Megumi. You wish he hadn't stopped that evening but stayed and taken more from you. You would have given him everything, you know that.

Maybe then things wouldn't be as tense. You wouldn't be in this strange in-between stage, where no one dares make another move.

Megumi spends more time away. Leaving so early in the mornings that you don't even see him at breakfast. And comes back late at night most days of the week. You are sure he is avoiding you.

The penthouse feels strangely cold. You catch yourself stealing Megumi's hoodies again, slipping into them for warmth and the strange feeling of comfort they give you when you smell the faint traces of his cologne. But you make sure to always put them back before he can see you in one of them again.

Those long, lonely days make you wander aimlessly through the large apartment, maybe out of boredom, or maybe because you long to know more about the beautiful, cold man who lets you live here but never seems to want to be around you anymore.

At first sight, Megumi's apartment is pretty impersonal, very clean and sleek, no clutter lying around, nothing much of sentimental worth, but when you look close enough, you can find some things revealing another side of the usually so aloof and stoic Yakuza boss.

You find traces of the man behind the cold mask, traces of the real Megumi, not the Zenin clanhead. But the problem is, you have no idea if this makes things better or worse for you.

How can you stay unaffected when you discover photos of Megumi smiling? In one of them, he's standing next to The Young Tiger, Yuuji Itadori. Yuuji has an arm around Megumi and is looking directly into the camera, smiling his typical broad sunshine smile that seems so out of place on a Yakuza Prince's face. Megumi isn't looking into the camera but at Yuuji, a soft smile on his beautiful features, the look of a man who is looking at someone he loves.

He wears the same expression in a handful of other pictures taken with Yuuji or a dark-haired girl, or that ginger-haired young woman who runs errands for the Itadori clan. That soft, happy smile on Megumi's face, and the adoration and affection written all over his features as he watches the people he loves. This is not the face of a man who is an unfeeling block of ice.

Those pictures really mess with you, almost feeling too intimate. They show Megumi in various stages of his life, the first ones as a little boy of maybe four years with unruly black hair and a grumpy little face, but his dark blue eyes are full of warmth when he looks at the girl who's holding him with a proud smile on her face. She's a few years older than him, and while she doesn't look like Megumi, you still assume that she must be his sister or another close relative because she appears in several pictures over the years. In the last one, they are both teenagers, wearing the same school uniform. Megumi is now a head taller than her. He has his arms crossed grumpily across his chest, but a soft smile is on his face as the girl is reaching up to ruffle Megumi's already unruly hair even more.

It makes you gulp hard. You quickly put the pictures back where you found them, but they remain with you, making your heart feel strangely heavy.

What was Megumi's life like so far? How much of it was happy? When did things become dark for him? What happened to the girl from those pictures? Where is she now? Did she leave when the darkness became too much? Or did something happen to her?

And you also find other things. Other traces of love that are hidden among those cold, clean surfaces. Like the beautiful special edition books, which, when you pull one out and open it, reveal handwritten messages scribbled on the first page. Yuuji's messy handwriting, wishing Megumi a happy birthday, thanking him for being his best friend, and always being there for him.

The small box with neatly stacked notes in neat handwriting, all signed with the name Tsumiki, probably the girl from the pictures. Short messages she left for Megumi. Just little notes like "lunch is in the fridge," or "have a nice day," but there is always a little drawing added, a heart, a little dog, or a smiley face. Messages left by someone who cares about Megumi.

Or the coffee cup with a picture of a dog on it. It doesn't seem like something Megumi would buy, so you assume it was a gift from someone who cares about him and knew he liked dogs. It somehow tugs at your heart to see that cup here amidst the otherwise all-white cups. And the dog cup is clearly used, judging by how faded the print already looks. Megumi Zenin is drinking coffee from a cup with a picture of a dog on it! It's a small thing, but it's sweet!

All those things make Megumi seem more human, not as cold and aloof.

It makes you wait up for him that night, cornering him in the living room when he returns barely a few minutes before midnight. You smile at him, wringing your hands as you look up at him.

"Can we please talk? Or just... just eat together or something? Please don't push me away."

And Megumi's dark blue eyes widen as he stares at you for a long moment, but then he shakes his head curtly, eyes skittering away from you,

"I don't think that's a good idea. You should get some sleep."

He leaves you standing in the middle of the large room, once again escaping from you with quick, large steps. And you stare after him with slumped shoulders, feeling frustration wash over you, wondering if it will always be like that now.

The next few days are the same. Megumi keeps his distance, cold mask firmly in place on his beautiful face, making sure the two of you don't get into any situation that could spark any more tension.

A few days later you have a nightmare.

You dream that Naoya's men are successful this time, holding a gun to your head and dragging you into a car and laughing as they tell you about all the sick things their boss plans to do to you. You try to fight them, but can't get away, begging and crying and then screaming at the top of your lungs when one of them starts undressing you, and you try to hit him, but your hands never seem to reach him.

Your eyes fly open, a scream still echoing off your bedroom walls, and for a moment, you have no idea what is real and what is not, or even where you are. You feel that something is restraining you, or rather someone. Panic floods you, and you thrash around, trying unsuccessfully to free yourself. That's when a low voice reaches your senses,

"It's ok, everything's ok. You are safe."

The room finally comes into focus, and you see that the person holding you down is Megumi.

He's leaning over you, fixing your wrists on each side of your head as he watches you with worried dark blue eyes. His black hair is falling into his face, his voice calm despite the worry in his eyes, telling you to breathe, telling you that it was just a bad dream.

You stare up at him with wide, terrified eyes, your heart beating so fast you feel like it will burst out of your chest, tears running down your cheeks hot and wet, as you try to stop yourself from hyperventilating, still too caught up in the aftereffects of the nightmare.

"Meg... Megumi... please help me..."

You see Megumi's gaze widen, and then he curses under his breath and pulls you into his arms. You sob as you melt against Megumi's strong body, burying your face in his broad shoulder and clinging tightly to his soft black t-shirt.

You feel his arms around you, so reassuring and safe, just how they were in that back alley all those weeks ago when he held you after the attack. Finally you can breathe again. Megumi's hands gently trail up and down your back. His low voice is a soothing caress in the chaos of your mind, reassuring you over and over again that everything is ok.

He rushed to your side to help you, and even though he is always trying his best to keep his distance, he stays with you now. Patient and safe, giving you all the time you need, holding you in his arms until you finally manage to get your breathing under control again.

You still cry, but it's more out of relief than out of fear. You breathe in Megumi's scent, realizing how much you relate it to comfort and safety by now.

Megumi stays with you until the sun is already rising at the horizon, bathing the city in an orange glow. When he finally untangles himself from you and tells you to get back to sleep, you smile gratefully at him, a thank you spilling from your lips, almost followed by a "you don't have to leave," but you stop yourself before you can say it.

Megumi gives you one last once over, checking to see if you are really ok, and then reaches out to pet your hair, making both of you stare at each other wide-eyed upon the tender gesture.

Before you can comment on it, he has already let his hand drop and gets up from the bed. He is out the door a second later. You slip back under the blanket, hugging yourself, but it doesn't feel the same as when Megumi's strong arms were holding you.

Megumi avoids you again after your nightmare, and you don't really dare to reach out either.

It's fine, you tell yourself. You can be like him. Just pretend that incident in the kitchen never happened. Just pretend you don't want him. Stay in your lane.

And you really try to do that. Until one night, you leave your bedroom to get a glass of water and run into Megumi, who seems to have just returned from a violent encounter.

He is sitting on the black leather couch in the living area, streaks of dark red blood on his cheeks, the sleeves of his white dress shirt messily pushed up, his tie abandoned on the floor, some buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, his hair an even bigger mess than usual, long fingers with bloody knuckles running through it, while dark blue eyes stare unseeingly into the glass of vodka he is holding.

The sight of him should be a warning, a "Danger! Keep away!" sign in red letters, making you turn around and run. But you find yourself walking towards him instead. Instinctively drawn to him. Because, as dangerous as Megumi looks in this state, there is something in his eyes that makes you want to comfort him.

He looks distressed, and that is enough to make you want to reach out, wanting to be there for him, just like he is always there for you.

A small voice in your head whispers that it's insane to think that way about a Yakuza boss, who, from the looks of it, just came back from another killing spree, and yet you keep walking towards Megumi.

Your heart is beating erratically as you slowly set one foot in front of the other, your naked feet making no sound on the marble floor. Your arms hang weakly at your side, brushing over the soft material of the silk nightdress you wear.

All your senses seem to be heightened as you stop in front of Megumi, looking at him with big eyes,

"Megumi? Are you ok?"

He lifts his head to look at you, midnight blue eyes empty as a humorless laugh escapes his mouth, a cruel smirk lifting his lips,

"Of course I'm ok. I wanted to kill my cousin tonight, but he wasn't where he was supposed to be. But hey, at least I took down some of his men and laughed while slashing their throats, like a sane person does. So why wouldn't I be ok?"

His voice has gradually become louder, barking out the words angrily. Megumi's hand tightens around the glass he's holding, blue eyes filled with a helpless rage, unable to keep his feelings hidden like he usually does.

You wring your hands nervously, wanting to comfort him, while a part of your mind screams at you that you must be insane wanting to comfort someone who just admitted to killing several people tonight.

"You did what you had to do. They could have killed you or the people you care about. So..."

And as you say them you realize that you truly mean those words. It's not just some lie you tell Megumi to make him feel better. You know he isn't a bad person. He isn't a crazy killer who enjoys slashing people's throats. He is doing the dirty work to keep others safe.

Megumi huffs, that dangerous glint in his eyes again,

"Yeah, I know. I have no problem with that. That's just what I do. I figured out years ago that I am good at this. I'd rather be the one getting blood on my hands than having other people who have qualms about it do it. Taking a life is not what bothers me."

He trails of and watches the ice cubes in his glass clink against each other as he sways the glass slowly. You stay silent, waiting for him to continue. Megumi tilts his head back, downing the vodka in one go before he slams the empty glass on the side table. He doesn't look at you when he speaks again, his low voice empty,

"I hate my new life. I was ok with being a bodyguard. It made sense to live my life protecting someone I care about. The killing never bothered me. I firmly believe bad people should be punished, and I am fine with acting according to my own conscience. I will never have a normal life anyway. I was born into the underworld. I will always belong to it. And I was always fine with that. But... this is different. I hate being the head of the fucking Zenin clan. I never wanted this. I don't regret doing it because it's to protect Yuuji, but I hate how my old life slipped through my fingers, and everything that was good seems to slowly fade, and now it feels like I fall further into the darkness each day."

You watch Megumi with a heavy feeling in your chest. Your throat feels tight, and it's almost as if you can feel his pain in the air between you. You feel bad for him. And without even noticing it, you move closer to him.

The moment you become aware of it, you are already kneeling on the floor in front of Megumi's feet, your naked knees sinking into the luxurious plush carpet. You reach out instinctively and put a hand on Megumi's knee, rubbing it reassuringly with your thumb.

"I don't know if it helps you, but I am here in the darkness with you. You're not alone."

You nuzzle your cheek against Megumi's leg as you look up at him. His dark blue eyes meet yours, looking baffled. Before he can say anything, you take one of his hands in yours and pull it toward you. You gulp when you see his bruised knuckles, where he must have hit his opponents over and over again, and without thinking, you bring his elegant hand to your lips and place a gentle kiss on his bruises.

"I'm so sorry, Megumi. It's not fair that you have to make all those sacrifices. But I admire you for doing all of this for the people you care about. You're a good man."

Megumi stares at you, his eyes wide. And then he huffs, pulling his hand away from your touch as if it burns him,

"Don't make it sound like I'm a hero or something. I'm not."

You smile softly at Megumi, shrugging your shoulders and cocking your head,

"I don't care what you are. You can be a villain in other people's stories for all I care, but to me, you are my personal hero. You saved me, and you still keep me safe every single day you let me stay here. I don't have a problem with you killing those guys. You are the type of person who would do anything for the people he cares about, and I admire that."

You rub your cheek against his leg again, eyes gazing deeply into his, adding softly,

"Let me help you, please. Let me make you feel better."

You run a hand up Megumi's thigh, feeling his firm muscles through his suit pants, your touch a gentle caress, wanting to ease his troubles.

But Megumi tenses up. One of his hands darts out and grabs yours in a vice grip, stopping you from moving your hand further up his thigh, and he glares at you with that ice-cold stare,

"You think I would do that? Take advantage of you like that?"

You blink at him, laughing softly as you shake your head, looking deeply into his dark blue eyes, refusing to let him push you away again,

"It's not taking advantage when I offer myself to you willingly. I want you to use me, Megumi."

You can see Megumi's eyes darken, becoming like midnight skies as he stares hard at you. His voice has that low, dangerous tone again, calm and controlled, but with a strain in it that tells you he is fighting so hard not to snap,

"That's not something you should ask for. It's not good for you. I'm not good for you."

You can't help but roll your eyes at his words, not caring that you probably look like a stubborn brat,

"I can decide on my own what is good for me and what isn't. It's my decision. I can offer myself to you if I want to. And that's what I'm doing. I want to give myself to you. I want you to take from me what you need. You saved me, you took me in when you didn't have to. You go out every day to risk your life and fight your insane cousin's men. You deserve to unwind. And I want you to use me for that. What if I tell you I want you to fuck all your pain and rage into me?"

You can see how affected Megumi is by your words, can see how his jaw clenches, can feel his muscles tense up even more, and you can see that he is half-hard, his tailored suit pants doing nothing to hide his growing erection. And yet he still looks at you with that cold, angry expression, his voice dripping with disapproval,

"So you're offering your body as payment?"

You realize what you said was the wrong thing. It would have surely worked on most other men, but not on self-sacrificing and repressed Megumi, who always seems to deny himself everything.

But you won't back down this time. You are riled up from all the weeks tiptoeing around him, lightheaded from the adrenaline of hearing him say he killed again tonight, and all you know is that you desperately need to do something, that you desperately want him, whether it's to comfort him or to comfort yourself.

You take a deep breath, glaring back at Megumi unrelentingly, and suddenly everything spills out of your mouth with no filter and no holding back,

"You know what? No. I am not offering myself to you out of an obligation or as some kind of payment. I am offering myself to you because I want you! I want you to fuck me because I am insanely attracted to you, and it drives me crazy being so close to you all the time but not able to touch you when all I can think about all day is how I want your hands all over my body and how I want you to make me scream your name while you fuck me silly. You see, Megumi? I want you for selfish reasons! So will you please just stop being so considerate all the damn time and just fuck me already?!"

You're breathing heavily, staring idignantly up at Megumi from where you are kneeling in front of him, not even caring how hot your face feels from blurting out all those things.

And Megumi stares back at you, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing, the controlled aloof ice prince caught completely off guard. But he recovers quickly, his unfeeling mask in place again, a stern expression on his face, and his voice low and husky,

"You're playing a dangerous game, and I don't think you truly understand what you are getting yourself into. But ok. If you say you want it, then come here, little bunny."

He curls one elegant, long finger, signaling for you to get up from the floor, his posture regal, dark blue eyes hard and commanding, watching you intently, like a wolf watching its prey.

You gulp hard, heart jumping to your throat when you realize that Megumi really gave in. You do as you're told, getting up from the floor so you stand in front of Megumi in your little silk nightdress. Your heart is fluttering nervously in your chest, your nipples are hard, sensitive peaks, your pussy throbbing with a need so strong it makes you lightheaded. And Megumi's blue eyes trail slowly over your body. For the first time allowing himself to really look at you.

Your breath is coming out in short huffs, skin tingling almost as if Megumi is really touching you instead of just letting his gaze trail over you. Megumi's eyes never leave you as he points to his lap, tapping his right thigh,

"Sit."

You bite your lips as you slip into his lap, sitting sideways on his thighs, your pulse racing. You wrap your arms loosely around Megumi's neck, needing to touch him, needing to hold onto him to ground yourself. Your fingers play with his soft black hair, your nose filled with his sexy, fresh cologne, and he looks deeply into your eyes as he lets one hand run down your back, his long fingers trailing slowly over your naked skin and silk nightdress.

You look at him with wide but determined eyes, and Megumi stares back with an unreadable expression on his beautiful face before he leans closer.

Your breath hitches in your throat when Megumi trails his lips oh so softly over the side of your neck, sending shivers all through your body. He hooks an elegant finger in the thin strap of your nighdress and slowly pulls it down.

The sinfully soft material of the nightdress slips down your upper body, letting your tits spill out, and the cool sensation of the air brushing over your stiff nipples makes you gasp softly. Only to turn into a breathless moan when the chill air gets replaced by the warmth of Megumi's mouth.

His soft lips close around one nipple, his velvety tongue lapping at your stiff peak, and your hands tangle tightly in Megumi's hair as you press yourself closer to him, pushing your tits needily against his pretty face, wordlessly demanding more.

And he gives it to you, elegant, strong hands cupping your tits, squeezing them gently, warm lips and tongue kissing and licking each nipple until you are so wet you're sure you are making a mess on Megumi's fine pants, squirming on his lap, your legs spread needily, moaning his name.

Megumi pulls away, looking at you with dilated pupils, midnight blue eyes full of desire, his low voice raspy,

"Fuck... do you have any idea what you do to me?"

And then Megumi's lips are on yours, claiming them in a hard, deep kiss. You gasp, kissing him back needily, moaning when Megumi's tongue pushes into your mouth, demanding and deep, so insanely good it makes you dizzy. His hands are all over your body, wandering up and down your back, slipping under your ass, kneading it firmly, while your hands tug on his black hair, pulling him even closer. You kiss each other hungrily. Deep, greedy kisses.

Just as greedy as your hands are, tearing impatiently at Megumi's clothes, unbuttoning the rest of his white dress shirt, your fingers running hungrily over his naked skin and firm muscles, feeling dizzy when you hear Megumi groan into your mouth.

You fumble with his belt, whining in annoyance when you can't open it, and instead move on to rub his erection through his pants, whimpering when you feel how big he is.

Megumi's hands tightened on your ass. He pulls away from the kiss, looking at you with kiss-swollen lips and heavy-lidded eyes, that dangerous glint in his gaze again,

"You shouldn't want this. You should run from me screaming."

You shake your head, leaning closer to trail kisses up his neck and whisper in his ear,

"But I don't want to run. And also... even if I ran, wouldn't you come chasing after me until you hunted me down? Isn't that what a wolf would do when he sees a bunny running?"

You can see the answer in Megumi's dark blue eyes. Can see them darken, can see his resolve snap. You gasp when his strong hands grab you firmly, and he lifts you off his lap and pushes you onto the couch face down, manhandling you so easily that it makes something primal in you throb, instinctively lifting your ass begging him to take you.

But you don't have to beg him anymore. Megumi is already behind you. You hear the noises of his belt getting undone, hear the zipper of his pants, and then Megumi is kneeling behind you, so close that his thighs brush against yours. He flips the skirt of your silk nightdress up and yanks down your panties, making you whimper his name needily when you feel the air brush over your wet pussy.

And then Megumi's hot, hard cock rubs against you, slipping between your legs, gliding through your creamy folds, slicking himself up with your arousal. Your hands clench into fists, soft mewls escaping your lips anytime Megumi's cockhead kisses your swollen clit.

He pulls back, and you are about to complain, only to cry out and see stars explode behind your eyelids because Megumi pushes into you without any warning, claiming you with one hard, deep thrust that buries him fully in your tight heat. He groans, a sound so deep and sexy that it makes you clench around him.

Megumi's hand is in your hair, pushing your face down into a couch pillow, and when he starts to move. He fucks you exactly how you asked him to. Hard, rough, almost punishing, making you mewl his name while your tears soak the pillow he pushes your face into. His other hand is sprawled over your hip, holding his little bunny in place, so he can drive his cock into you with rough, almost brutal thrusts.

Megumi's skin slaps loudly against yours with each deep thrust, and you feel like you will melt from how intense it feels to get fucked like this. Megumi isn't holding back. Fucking you almost desperately, knocking the breath out of you with every hard thrust, fucking all his rage into you, just like you told him to.

His breathing is harsh, loud, interlaced with those sexy low groans, and suddenly you need to see him, need to know what he looks like right now. You turn your face to the side so you can see his reflection in the window.

The sight that greets you is so hot it takes your breath away. You see Megumi behind you, shirtless, with his broad shoulders and firm muscles, tattoos on his body and blood on his face, leaning over you, tall and strong, snapping his hips brutally, fucking you hard. His mouth is hanging open slightly, his gaze fixed on where his cock is driving into your sopping cunt. He looks so sexy, it makes you clench around his cock and whimper his name shakily.

You see his gaze wander to your face, and then you get pulled up.

Megumi pulls you against him, while keeping you on his cock, your back snug against his firm abs and pecs, your thighs resting against his. One of his hands wraps around your throat, pressing lightly, only so much that it shows his dominance, and it makes you tremble in his arms, another deep wave of pleasure washing over you.

Megumi's lips wander up and down your neck, kissing, licking, teeth grazing your pulse point while he fucks you hard. Ramming his cock deep and hard into you, unrelenting brutal thrusts against your sweet spot over and over again, his lips bruising your neck while his gaze meets yours in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the nightly city, looking at you almost challengingly, as if saying, "This is what you wanted?"

And you mewl and lean back against Megumi's tall, strong body, letting him drill his cock into you, letting him beat your pussy up with his cock, basking in the way he hits your sweet spot with every thrust, making tears run down your cheeks, and your knees tremble as Megumi fucks you closer and closer to sheer unbearable bliss.

"Megumi... oh god... it feels so good."

You hear him draw in a deep breath, feel his hand tighten around your throat, and then his husky, low voice is in your ear, lips brushing over your earlobe when he growls,

"Yeah? Still don't regret it? Then prove to me you really like it. Cum for me."

His words make you whine loudly, pussy clenching helplessly around him, so close to falling over the edge but not quite there yet. And then Megumi's free hand slaps your clit.

You cry out as pleasure explodes all over your sensitive bud, your pussy spasming uncontrollably around Megumi's cock.

A rough groan falls from Megumi's lips. His voice is stern, commanding,

"Cum. For. Me. Make a fucking mess all over my cock."

Each word is accompanied by another light slap against your clit, your pussy tightening more with each touch until the pleasure crashes over you and drowns you in its waves.

You scream Megumi's name, pussy clenching wildly around his cock, cumming so hard for him that you see stars. You're squirting all over his cock, and Megumi keeps tapping his hand against your clit, making your juices spray everywhere, while he fucks you through your orgasm with those deep, hard thrusts. His breath is harsh in your ear, voice rough,

"Good little bunny."

Megumi's words turn into a low, needy groan. You feel his thrusts become faster, erratic, his breathing heavy and fast, and then he growls and pulls out of you.

Before you even think, you already turn around, grab Megumi's hips, and sink your mouth on his twitching cock, barely getting him inside your warm mouth before he cums.

Megumi makes a strangled noise, a mix of a groan and wild cry, his composure gone completely for once, when he cums for you.

You look up at him, your nose buried in Megumi's trimmed black pubic hair, his sexy, masculine scent in your nose, as you swallow his warm seed hungrily, looking deeply into his eyes, moaning around his cock when you see the wild bliss in his gaze.

Megumi's hands tangle in your hair, and he rolls his hips against you, fucking his orgasm into your mouth, groaning and cursing under his breath as he cums. His long eyelashes flutter, but his dark blue eyes never leave yours, letting you see the pleasure on his beautiful face, letting you see him without any mask, and a small voice in your head whispers that tonight you got closer to Megumi than most people ever will.

OH GODDD I was actually blushing while writing the smut part. He drives me insane. Also, Megumi calling us "little bunny" has become one of my fave things 😳😵 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! I am happy Reader could get him to snap ;)

Thank you so much to all of you who keep up with this story! It makes me so happy to see you enjoying it!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

[mootersun]

Megumi accidentally catching you taking photos of yourself in your new lingerie 𖹭.ᐟ - mdni 18+

pairing: bf!megumi x fem!reader

cw/notes: everyone is 18+ // purely smut (1.5k words of it) // lowk dubcon // he talks you through it // no use of y/n // watching you while jerking off // reader is a virgin // he a freak/perv fr // cooked so hard writing this that I burnt my pizza lol // probs butchered how his ten shadow technique works

: ̗̀➛ ty @luvjaclyn for the request!!! I frickin loveddddd writing this one it was so fun! It was a bit different from I usually write too... anyways I hope u like it! Also top divider was done by @condybunny !! I had her make this one for the fic

Normally, Megumi could spend hours doing absolutely nothing, but waiting around for you to get back from your shopping trip with Nobara so he could surprise you? It was damn near driving him insane. He was growing more impatient by the second—even briefly considering going there himself and kidnapping you, at least that way you'd be here with him. 

And even if he isn't always the best at showing it, he wants you around him all the time. It's almost pathetic how attached to you he is, how quickly it all happened—like life itself hadn't started until the day you walked into his life. 

Especially now, with everything still so new, every wandering thought somehow always trailing back to you. To your lips… to your hands on him… feeling… touching—fuck.

He groans, trying hard to ignore his cock straining against the waistband of his pants. God, he's such a perv, thinking about such a sweet, innocent girl like you in that way.

And by the time you're walking through your front door, he's already in your bathroom, the door cracked just enough to see a tiny sliver of you walking straight towards him—shit, shit, shit.

He desperately searches for somewhere to hide in the tiny space, but there's nothing. Just a small half wall separating the toilet from the sink, nowhere near big enough to hide a grown ass man. So, panicking, he resorts to using his ten shadows technique, quickly sinking into the floor only seconds before you walk in.

You stop the moment you push past the door, your boyfriend's cologne instantly overwhelming you. And when you start to look around, looking for him, his heart damn near drops to his ass. But the panic quickly fades as you ignore the lingering scent, tossing your bags on the counter, far too excited to try on your new set.

There's so many bags, all from different stores, but your eyes land on one in particular. Your hands nervously reaching for it, fumbling with the bag as if someone else is there with you—which is impossible since you live alone.

"Where is it…" You mumble to yourself, rummaging through various dainty fabrics until you finally pull out a beautiful, lacy set, carefully slipping it over every perfect dip and curve of your body.

Megumi slowly peeks his head out, careful not to be seen. Still, the second his eyes land on you in that tiny little lace, bent over, lips all pouty as you take pictures—it's hardly anything he could've ever prepared himself for.

A small gasp escapes his lips before dipping back into the shadows as you turn around. 

You pause, holding your breath, listening, because you could've sworn you just heard someone. But after a slow sweep of the room, you're left shaking your head, figuring it must be the pressure of doing something so risky… so scandalous.

Hoping it'll calm your nerves, you throw on some music to distract yourself, chewing on your lip as you scroll through your camera roll, eventually finding yourself laying in bed, huffing when you can't find the perfect photo. You start trying different poses instead, shifting around the mattress, gradually becoming more irritated when all the photos don't turn out exactly how you want—Thinking to yourself, there's no way taking a few photos can be this hard.

And after a few minutes, you're hovering over your boyfriend's contact, hesitating as your heart pounds wildly in your chest.

Meanwhile, Megumi's holding his breath as he watches you, pulse quickening the longer it takes. Christ, you're so beautiful—breathtaking really—and god, he really hopes you're sending those to him. 

His phone buzzes almost immediately, hissing profanities as he fishes it out, only to be met with a picture of you in that pretty lacey set. Your perky nipples poke through the thin fabric, revealing more of you than he's ever seen before. His eyes flick over to you, and god, this is so wrong. So wrong, watching you like this when you have no idea he's here, but fuck… you're so damn sexy it's impossible to look away.

Megumi: Fuck baby… look at you, so beautiful. You get all dressed up just for me?

Your face heats, suddenly feeling shy knowing he's seen you like this. 

And seeing you get so flustered, so worked up for him? It does numbers on him, leaving him throbbing uncontrollably for you.

You: ya… do you like it?

Fuck, the way you're biting your lip like that has him nearly losing his mind, fumbling with his pants, pulling them down just enough to free himself. His free hand wrapping around his cock, grip tightening as he struggles to keep his composure.

Megumi: You have no idea the things I'd do to you…

You: Like what…?

His lip quirks up, your innocence turning him on more than he's willing to admit.

Megumi: Well… to start. I'd have my hands all over you…

His hips buck, fucking his hand all pathetic and needy, wishing it was pretty pussy instead.

Megumi: Feeling…touching you in places you've never been touched before

God, his words have your head spinning, pressing your thighs together at the arousal pooling between your legs. Your hands slowly trail down, fingers grazing your clit while you imagine it's his instead.

Megumi: I bet you're all needy, touching yourself to me, wishing it was my hands instead.

You glance around, pulse racing as your fingers inch closer, starting to feel like it's all so silly, feeling shy like this, when you know he wants you more than anything.

You: Maybe… would you like that?

Megumi: Mhm… you gonna make her feel good for me? You'll be a good girl and do that, yeah?

Why does he have to say such filthy things like that? Teasing you with his words, making you so aware of every little touch, leaving your skin burning as you circle your clit, the pleasure quickly overwhelming you.

You: Is this okay?

You send a short video, only a few seconds long—and god even through the lace your pussy's so beautiful.

Megumi: Damn, baby… You have no idea what you're doing to me right now, how fucking hard I am for you.

You: Can I see?

Now you're really blushing, your eyes flaring, pupils blown wide as you take in just how big your boyfriend is. And it doesn't help his cock's so pretty and veiny, leaving you wondering what it'd feel like to be in your mouth.

Soft, muffled sounds fill the room, barely audible over the steady hum of your music. The back of your hand rests flat against your lips, gently biting when your fingers press firm against your clit, threatening to send you over the edge.

You're such a slutty mess for him—back arched, mascara smearing, as little mewls escape your parted lips while Megumi strokes his slicked cock, already dripping with pre.

Fumbling for your phone, you start recording, letting your boyfriend know just how badly you need him.

The flash on your phone briefly goes off as the pleasure floods through you, legs shaking as you let out whimpered gasps, cutting the video short.

Megumi: Go ahead and cum on those pretty little fingers for me, baby. Can you be a good girl and do that?

God, you don't even need his permission, but hearing him telling you to cum? That sends you over the edge, your legs trembling as curses spill freely from you.

"M-megumi!!! Agh… fuck… wanna be s-so good for you…" Your voice breaks as your screams echo through the thin walls, but fuck, you can't help it. 

After coming down, you find yourself going back to the video, cheeks still burning as it replays. You can hardly watch it, embarrassment gnawing at you as you take in just how exposed you are—how overwhelming it all feels now that you're not lost in the moment.

It's almost enough to have you looking away entirely, until you notice it… a man standing in the corner of the video as the flash goes off.

Your eyes flick up.

Nothing.

You zoom in closer, and there's no doubt about it—it's your sweet boyfriend Megumi, clear as day. 

But that's impossible because…

Flipping your phone up, you turn your flash on, gasping when you're met with Megumi, breathless, his cock still in hand.

"...surprise?"

"Gumi!!" Your face burns—god, you're so flustered, so heated… so… turned on?

He makes his way over to you, lips curling into a smirk as he drinks you in.

"What's the matter, baby?" He teases, biceps flexing as he hovers over you. "Feeling shy now?"

You can hardly meet his gaze, "I–"

"Look at me," he purrs, guiding your gaze back to him. "I wanna see that pretty face of yours when you're cumming all over my dick. Think you can do that for me, beautiful?"

He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear as you nod, a small whimper slipping past your lips as he presses himself against you.

"Just be gentle, okay…? It's my first time."

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[vaniellea]

𓂃 ⭒ Megumi wants to wait until you are both adults

“Not even a blowjob?” you pout, leaning into his shoulder.  

Megumi sighs, the kind of long, resigned sound that says he’s already been through this conversation in his head a hundred times before.  

“Yes… even that.”  

You groan dramatically, throwing your head back against the couch. “You’re impossible.”  

“I’m responsible,” he corrects, deadpan, but there’s a flicker of a smile tugging at his mouth. He doesn’t look at you right away, eyes fixed on the muted TV light flickering across the room. “We’re not old enough for that kind of stuff. It’s—” he pauses, brow tightening, “—inappropriate.”  

His voice carries that quiet seriousness that’s so him. The same tone he uses when explaining a curse technique or when he thinks you’re about to do something reckless. You can tell he’s set on this—not out of coldness, but because he really believes it’s the right thing to do.  

You nudge his arm with your knee, half teasing, half earnest. “What about kisses?”  

That gets his attention. His eyes finally meet yours, dark and steady. Then, almost imperceptibly, his shoulders soften. “I guess those are fine,” he mutters.  

You grin, already scooting closer. “Fine enough for one right now?”  

Megumi lets out another sigh—this one softer, almost fond—and leans down just enough so your lips meet. It’s slow and warm and cautious, everything unspoken hanging between you. 

“See?” you whisper, smiling. “Nothing inappropriate about that.”  

He brushes his thumb against your cheek, eyes half-lidded. “Let’s just keep it that way,” he says quietly. But the way his lips linger near yours… 

Over the next few years, it turned out to be a lot harder for Megumi than he expected.  

You really had believed him back then every word about waiting, about being “responsible,” about things being inappropriate for your age. You’d agreed, because it made sense, because you loved how seriously he took things. 

But what Megumi didn’t account for was how that trust, that comfort of knowing he’d never cross a line, made you feel safe enough to get comfortable… maybe a little too comfortable.  

The shorts got shorter. The sleepovers started happening more often. Sometimes you’d climb into his bed without thinking, hair messy, wearing an oversized shirt and little else, stretching out beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world. And it was until he’d catch your thigh brushing his or notice the steady rise and fall of your breathing, and suddenly all that quiet composure would start to crack.  

He told himself it was fine. You weren’t doing anything wrong. You still had those same soft, innocent smiles, still fell asleep tangled in the blankets before midnight. It was just that he wasn’t as unaffected as he used to be.  

He’d thought you’d be the one struggling with waiting. Turns out, it’s Megumi who lies awake longer these nights trying to remember why “inappropriate” had ever sounded so simple.  

It wasn’t just about rules anymore. Somewhere along the way, things began to change quietly, naturally, almost without either of you noticing.  

Megumi started to feel it in the smallest of moments: the way your voice softened when you said his name, or how your hand lingered on his arm just a moment too long. Sometimes, when you leaned in close enough that your breath brushed his neck, he’d forget how to breathe entirely.  

You never did anything overtly bold, but you didn’t have to. The warmth of your skin when your legs touched beneath the blankets, the soft scent of your shampoo, the way your shirt would slip off one shoulder while you read beside him.

it all piled up, until every inch of space between you felt alive with something unsaid.  

He still told himself that waiting was the right thing. That it mattered. But lately, it wasn’t easy to rest his hand beside yours without his pulse quickening, or to look at you too long without his thoughts wandering somewhere he shouldn’t let them go.  

You could tell he was fraying at the edges, even if he’d never admit it. When you caught his eyes lingering, you almost asked him if he still thought it was “inappropriate.” But you didn’t. You just smiled, leaned a little closer, and let the silence balance between you

His eighteenth birthday came quietly, just like him. A small dinner with Yuji, Nobara, and you, nothing elaborate, just laughter, a cake Nobara nearly dropped, and the warmth of being surrounded by people who had grown up together through too much. 

But all night, Megumi couldn’t stop looking at you.  

You’d done nothing different—just worn that soft sweater he always liked, hair tied up loosely—but it was enough to undo him in small ways he tried not to show. Every time you smiled across the table, every time your knee brushed his under it, something tightened in his chest.  

Later, when everyone had gone to bed or disappeared into separate rooms, you were lying on your stomach, scrolling on your phone. He walked in quietly, the floor creaking just enough to catch your attention. Before you could say anything, he lay down on top of you, his weight warm against your back.  

“Megumi—” you started, laughing when his breath brushed your neck.  

Then he kissed you there—just a soft press, almost shy—and you froze for a second before your laughter melted into something quieter.  

He lifted himself just enough to turn you onto your back, his eyes searching yours before his lips met yours again. This time it wasn’t gentle. It was deeper… slower… certain. You felt his heartbeat racing, his hand trembling slightly against your waist.  

It wasn’t unusual for him to react like that—he’d always been affectionate in his own careful way—but what was unusual was that he didn’t stop right away. For a moment, he allowed himself to stay there, breathing you in, caught between control and something new.  

Then, that familiar pull of restraint hit him like a wave. With a low sound—half frustration, half discipline—he pulled back completely, pressing his forehead to yours for a heartbeat, then standing up. No words. Just the sound of his footsteps leaving the room.  

You didn’t go after him; you both knew he wouldn’t want to talk about it. And somehow, that silence said everything.  

Then came your eighteenth birthday.  

Your eighteenth birthday came on a quiet night too, though everything felt different this time. Maybe it was the way Megumi couldn’t seem to relax, even when Yuji and Nobara were teasing you both about being “the old ones now.” Maybe it was the way his hand lingered against the small of your back when he passed behind you, how his eyes kept finding yours and then darting away like he was afraid to get caught.  

By the time everyone had gone home, the air between you two felt thick with something neither of you could name.  

You were sitting on the edge of his bed when he came in, hair still a little mussed from the shower, shirt loose at the collar. He stopped in front of you, looking down with that same mix of calm and uncertainty that always seemed to exist in him at once.  

“Happy birthday,” he said softly.  

You smiled up at him. “Thank you.”  

He hesitated for a moment, like he wanted to say more but couldn’t trust himself to. His fingers twitched at his sides before he finally gave in to impulse and reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair off your face.  

“Did you make a wish?” he asked.  

You nodded, smiling faintly. “Maybe.”  

“What was it?”  

You tipped your head, pretending to think, even though you both knew you wouldn’t tell him. “If I say it, it won’t come true.”  

He huffed a soft laugh, the kind that barely made it past his throat. Then he sat beside you. The mattress dipped under his weight, your knees almost touching.  

For a moment, neither of you moved. The clock on the nightstand ticked quietly. His eyes flicked to your lips, once, then away again and your pulse jumped.  

“Megumi,” you said, barely above a whisper.  

He looked at you then, really looked. Like he was searching for a sign, a word, anything to justify the way his hand slid to rest against your thigh, tentative but steady.  

“It doesn’t feel wrong anymore… I hope,” you murmured.  

He exhaled slowly, like he’d been holding that breath for years. “No,” he said, voice rough, quiet, “It doesn’t.”  

When he kissed you this time, there was no hesitation

His mouth moved against yours slow, like he was memorizing the shape of it all over again. 

One of his hands stayed on your thigh, thumb brushing lazy half circles over the inside seam of your shorts, warm through the thin cotton. 

The other came up to cradle the side of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, holding you.

You shifted closer without really meaning to, knee sliding against his, and he made a low sound in the back of his throat—barely there, but enough to send heat curling low in your stomach.

When you finally parted—just enough to breathe—he didn’t go far. Forehead resting against yours, eyes half-lidded and dark.

“You’re shaking,” he said quietly, not mocking. Just noticing.

You let out a small, embarrassed laugh. “So are you.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead he kissed you again, softer this time, lips catching yours in little pulls and releases until your mouth parted on its own. 

His tongue brushed yours, tentative at first, then deeper when you sighed into it, fingers curling into the front of his shirt.

The hand on your thigh slid higher, slow enough that you could stop him if you wanted. You didn’t. Your legs parted just a fraction and his palm settled fully against the warmth there, not pressing, just resting, like he was giving you time to feel how badly he wanted to touch more.

You broke the kiss to catch your breath, foreheads still touching. “Megumi…”

He hummed, low, waiting.

“Take them off,” you whispered.

His fingers paused, then hooked under the waistband of your shorts. He tugged gently, waiting for you to lift your hips before he slid them down your thighs, past your knees, letting them drop to the floor. 

Cool air hit your skin and you shivered; his hand immediately returned, warmer now, cupping you through your underwear. 

You reached for the hem of his shirt next, tugging it up. He helped you pull it off, muscles shifting under your palms as you ran your hands over his chest, his sides, feeling the way his breath hitched when your nails grazed lightly down his stomach.

When your fingers found the strings of his joggers he caught your wrist, not stopping you, just holding for a second. His eyes searched yours again, quieter this time.

“You sure?” he asked, voice rougher than before.

You nodded, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’ve been sure for a long time.”

He exhaled through his nose, something almost like relief, then let go of your wrist. You worked the ties, and he lifted his hips so you could push the joggers and boxers down far enough. He kicked them off the rest of the way himself.

Then it was just his skin against your skin.

He pulled you into his lap carefully, your knees bracketing his hips, and for a long moment neither of you moved…just breathing, foreheads pressed together, feeling each other. 

His cock rested warm and heavy against your inner thigh; you could feel how hard he was, how much he was trying not to rush.

His hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just under your ribs.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured.

You kissed him instead of answering and rocked your hips once, just enough to slide against him. He groaned softly into your mouth, fingers tightening on your waist.

You did it again, slower this time, dragging yourself along his length until the head nudged your clit through the damp cotton still between you. His head dropped to your shoulder, breath ragged against your neck.

“Fuck,” he whispered, almost to himself.

You smiled against his hair, reached down between you, and tugged your underwear to the side.

When you sank down onto him it was careful—despite the pain—until he was buried deep and you both went still, breathing hard.

He pressed a shaky kiss to your throat. “You okay?”

You nodded, fingers threading through his dark hair. “Yeah. Just… give me a second.”

He did. Just held you close, one arm wrapped around your lower back, the other hand cradling your face so he could kiss you again

When you finally rolled your hips, testing, he groaned low in his chest and matched your small, shallow thrusts that made your breath catch every time he bottomed out.

It stayed slow like that for a long while with no rush.

The pace stayed gentle for a while longer with your slow rolls of your hips meeting his careful upward thrusts.

The room was quiet except for your shared breathing and the soft, wet sounds your bodies made each time you sank down onto him fully

little noises that filled the space between you every time you lifted and slid back down. 

His eyes flicked down between you, watching where you took him in, then back up to your face. The sight seemed to pull another low groan from him, and he pressed his thumb firm against your clit, circling in time with the slow grind.

You whimpered softly at the added pressure, and the next roll of your hips drew out an especially wet, filthy squelch that made you both freeze for half a second. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging in just enough to leave the faintest sting.

His hands roamed now: one splayed wide across your lower back, guiding without forcing, the other sliding up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your bra. His thumb brushed over the peak of your nipple once, twice, until your breath hitched and you arched into his touch.

You tugged the bar down your chest yourself, impatient suddenly, and let it sit on your rib cage.

The second his mouth found your collarbone you felt the shift in him—still careful, but hungrier. kisses trailed lower, pausing to suck softly at the swell of your breast before he closed his lips around your nipple. The wet heat of his tongue made you gasp, fingers tightening in his hair.

“Megumi—” It came out like a half-plea

He hummed against your skin, the vibration pulling another shiver out of you, then switched to the other side while his finger still played with your clit

You rocked harder without meaning to, and he groaned low against your chest

“Lie back,” you whispered.

He blinked up at you, dark lashes heavy, then nodded once. 

You lifted off him carefully—both of you making small, involuntary sounds at the loss—and he let you guide him down until his shoulders hit the pillows. 

The sight of him like that—hair messy across his forehead, lips swollen from kissing, chest rising and falling fast—made your stomach flip.

You straddled him again, this time facing him fully, and sank back down in one smooth glide. Deeper this time. His head tipped back, throat working on a quiet curse.

You set the pace now with slow lifts and drags that let you feel every inch of him.

His hands found your hips, just holding on like he needed the anchor. His thumbs pressed into the soft skin above your hipbones.

When your pace stuttered, he sat up suddenly, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against him. 

The new angle made him hit something inside you that turned your next breath into a broken moan.

“There?” he murmured against your lips.

You could only nod, forehead pressed tight to his, noses brushing, breaths coming out hot and ragged against each other’s mouths. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close, dragging him in that last little bit until there was no space left between you. 

Your bare chest rubbed against his with every move, nipples scraping over his skin, the friction sharp and hot, making you shiver each time your bodies slid together. 

You moved with him, keeping him buried so deep that the base of his cock pressed against you every time you rolled forward. 

You felt the warm, soft weight of his balls settle right up against your skin with each grind, shifting slightly, adding that extra press of fullness that made your stomach flutter low and hard.

Your thighs trembled around his hips, muscles jumping every time you rocked down. Your feet dug into the mattress, toes curling in the sheets as you tried to pull yourself even closer, chasing every bit of contact you could get. 

His hands slid down from your waist, palms rough and warm as they cupped your ass, fingers spreading wide, digging in just enough to make you gasp softly. 

Then he pulled you forward, harder, guiding your hips down deeper onto him with a firm, steady push. 

The motion sank him even further inside, stretching you fuller, the thick base grinding right against your entrance while his balls pressed warmer, snugger against you. 

Every time he tugged you in like that, the angle shifted just right, hitting deeper, making your walls flutter around him without warning.

You whimpered into his mouth, the sound swallowed as he rocked up to meet the next pull of the short, deep thrusts that never let him slip out far, just kept grinding him in tight circles inside you. 

Your fingers curled at the back of his neck, nails scratching lightly into his skin as you clung to him. 

His grip on your ass stayed strong, fingers kneading the soft flesh, spreading you open a little more with each push so you took every inch without resistance. The wet sounds between you grew louder with filthy squelches every time he forced your hips down and your bodies met completely.

“Megumi,” you managed, voice cracking, nails biting into his shoulders now.

He swallowed hard, eyes half‑shut, breath stuttering. “Yeah?” he rasped, voice low and rough. “I—mhh—feel good”

He just kept pulling you deeper with those firm hands on your ass, rocking his hips up in time so the head of him dragged over that spot inside again and again. 

Your chest slid against his with every movement, nipples catching and scraping over his skin, the raw friction making your breath hitch, your thighs shaking harder as everything narrowed to the stretch of him filling you, the way his palms squeezed and guided you down harder, your feet pressing into the bed like you could force him even deeper, the slick heat where you were joined so completely.

Then it broke.

You came hard, a choked moan muffled into his neck as your walls clamped down around him in pulsing waves, squeezing him tight. 

He groaned low, hips jerking once—twice—his fingers digging deeper into your ass as he pushed you down one last time and spilled inside you, arms locking tight around your back like he needed to hold on just as much as you did.

For a long minute after, neither of you moved. Just clung. Breathing hard against each other’s skin. Your arms stayed around his neck, holding him close, your chest still pressed to his as you tried to catch your breath. His hands stayed on your ass, softer now, thumbs stroking slow circles over the marks he’d left.

Eventually he pressed a slow, open kiss to the side of your neck.

“When did you become such a pro” he whispered, voice hoarse.

You smiled into his hair, fingers tracing lazy patterns down his spine.

“Don’t get mad ” you said despite still trying to catch your breath . “But those fanfics you told me to stop reading helped ”

“ what “

Idk what to put here so HAPPT BIRTHDAY?

[vaniellea]

★ you just love megumis body so much

The front door slammed shut, and Megumi stood in the living room, sweat dripping down his neck, his greases rained fingers holding up a pair of worn down brake pads with a very annoyed look on his face. “What’s this?”

You didn’t even look away from the TV, where some idiot on a reality show was screaming about stolen lipstick. “Uh. I don’t know?”

His jaw clenched. “It’s your brake pads.”

“Oh.” You finally glanced over, then shrugged, turning back to the screen. 

Megumi’s eye twitched. “Huh? You’re lucky you’re even stopping at this point.” He tossed the pads onto the coffee table with a clank, leaving a greasy smear on the wood. “You’ve been driving on these for how long?”

You scrolled through your phone now, unimpressed. “Dunno. A while?”

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, smearing more grease across his skin then exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “We’re going to the auto shop.”

You finally looked up, raising an eyebrow. “We?”

“Yeah. We.” He jerked his chin toward the door. “Go start my car. I’m taking a quick shower—” He sniffed himself and made a face. “—because I smell like an oil site.”

Ten minutes later, you were slouched in the passenger seat of Megumi’s black Civic. The interior still carried a faint smell of your perfume from your date with him a few days ago and the pine air freshener he’d hung from the rearview mirror months ago. 

You fiddled with the radio while he slid into the driver’s seat, hair still damp from the shower, wearing a clean black t-shirt that clung slightly to his shoulders.

He didn’t say anything at first, just adjusted the mirrors and pulled out of the driveway with more care than usual, its obvious that he is very angry with you… maybe about  your cars current state.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked after a couple blocks of silence, 

Megumi glanced sideways at you, one hand loose on the wheel. “No, baby” He paused, then added dryly, “You’re lucky I checked it before you tried to drive to work tomorrow.”

You snorted. “I would’ve been fine.”

“You would’ve been fine until the moment you needed to stop and kept going straight into traffic.” His tone was flat, but there was a tightness in his jaw that told you he wasn’t joking. “I pulled those pads off and they were basically paper, baby.”

You leaned your head against the window, watching the neighborhood blur by. “Okay, Mr. Mechanic. ”

 He flicked on the turn signal, the clicking filling the car and megumis silence. 

You turned to look at him fully now, a slow grin creeping across your face. “You’re really mad about this, huh?”

“I’m not mad,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the road. “I’m annoyed that you could’ve gotten hurt.”

The light turned red just as Megumi eased off the gas. He let out a slow breath, still clearly trying to keep his cool, one hand resting on the wheel while the other drummed lightly against his thigh.

You watched him for a second, the way his damp hair curled at the nape of his neck, the faint grease stain he’d missed on his jaw. A little smile tugged at your lips.

“I actually love when you get mad over stuff like this,” you said softly, unbuckling your seatbelt again.

Megumi glanced over, eyebrow raised. “Yeah? You like me stressed out because your car could’ve killed you?”

“Not stressed,” you corrected, already shifting closer. “Protective. More like grumbly and annoyed because you care so much. ”

You reached out first, fingers brushing the shell of his ear, tracing down the side of his neck where his pulse was jumping. 

He swallowed hard but didn’t stop you. Your hand continued its slow path over his shoulder, across the firm plane of his chest, feeling the heat of him through the thin black t-shirt, then lower, fingertips skating along the waistband of his sweats.

Megumi’s breath caught. “Baby… what are you-.”

“Can I?,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. Your fingers dipped just under the band, teasing the warm skin there. He shifted his hips involuntarily, a tiny upward roll that made you grin. “You like this?”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes flicking to the light. “Shut up.”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you tugged the front of his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It’s laying softly on his left thigh and you wrapped your fingers around the base for a moment, then focused on the tip, your thumb circling the head, spreading the little bead of precum that had gathered there, playing with it lightly until he twitched in your hand.

“Babe,” Megumi muttered, voice low and strained. The light flipped to green. He had to force himself to press the gas, driving forward with deliberate care while you kept teasing the sensitive head with slow, lazy strokes of your index finger.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you whispered, eyes fixed on his face, his flushed cheeks, his parted lips, the way his lashes fluttered when you swiped over that spot just under the tip. 

His cock was fully hard now, thick and heavy in your palm, twitching every time your finger brushed the slit. “you’ve gotten this hard for me.”

He let out a quiet groan, knuckles whitening on the wheel. “Fuck… slow down.”

You smiled innocently, still playing with just the tip, watching it jump and pulse under your touch. “I love your body, Megumi. Every part of it.” Your free hand slid under the hem of his shirt, pushing the fabric up until you could see the hard lines of his abs and the broad, firm swell of his pecs. You spread your palm over his left pec, squeezing gently, then brushing your thumb over his nipple. “But what I love most… is your chest.”

You leaned closer, lips brushing his ear as your fingers continued teasing his cockhead and your other hand massaged his pec, thumb flicking back and forth across the stiff peak of his nipple. “It’s so big and strong… and sensitive..”

Megumi’s breath hitched, a small sound escaping as his nipple hardened under your touch. His cock throbbed harder in your hand.

“You like mine, right?” you teased softly, leaning in so your lips brushed his ear. “So I get to do the same with yours?.”

He made a strangled noise eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. “I didn’t say that.”

You kept your index finger playing with the leaking tip of his cock, slow circles and light flicks, while your other hand stayed under his shirt, massaging his chest and rolling his nipple between your fingers. Megumi drove with one hand, breathing heavier, hips shifting every time you squeezed his pec.

Megumi’s breath stuttered. He risked a quick glance at you, eyes dark. “You’re weird….”

You gave his nipple a light pinch and felt his cock throb hard in response. “Maybe. But you love it when I’m all over you.”

The auto shop was only a few blocks away now, but the tension in the car was thick enough to cut. Megumi drove with one hand, the other occasionally twitching like he wanted to grab you, while you kept up the slow, torturous teasing, fingertip circling his leaking tip, palm kneading his chest, whispering how much you adored every inch of him.

You kept your index finger playing with the leaking tip of his cock, slow circles and light flicks, while your other hand stayed under his shirt, massaging his chest and rolling his nipple between your fingers.

Megumi drove with one hand, breathing heavier, hips shifting every time you squeezed his pec.

your own hand tightening around his cock as you kept stroking the sensitive head.

You gave it a firmer squeeze, thumb flicking over the peak again. “You’re so big and sensitive..”

Then his free hand slid across the console and down the front of your shorts. His fingers pushed past your panties without hesitation, finding your slick, swollen clit. He rubbed slow, firm circles at first, pressing tight, then faster, the pad of his middle finger stroking over and over while two fingers spread your folds open.

You let out a shaky moan, hips slowly grinding into his hand. “Ah—Megumi…”

The sound of his name coming out of you mouth made him groan low in his throat but he kept driving, eyes on the road, and supringly, his fingers never slowed as he rubbed tight, slick circles around your clit, occasionally dipping down to tease your entrance before coming back up to pinch and roll the sensitive bud. Your moans grew louder, breathy little whimpers spilling out every time he made you feel good.

“you sound so good,” he muttered, voice rough. “You feel good?”

You pulled your hands off his chest, one staying on his cock as you started stroking him harder in full, firm pumps from base to tip, thumb pressing into the leaking head on every upstroke. Your other hand went back to squeezing your own tit through your shirt, pinching your nipple tight.

Megumi’s breath stuttered. His fingers rubbed your clit even faster, slick sounds filling the car along with your desperate moans.

That was when he couldn’t take it anymore. On a quieter stretch before the shop, he yanked the wheel and pulled the Civic over onto the shoulder of the road, slamming the car into park.

The second he put the car in park, he leaned across the console and kissed you, messy, hungry, tongue sliding against yours while his thumb began working your clit in relentless circles. You moaned into his mouth, hands flying up to cup his face and tangle in his damp hair, tugging as you kissed him back.

His hard cock, still out and throbbing, slapped lightly against the gear shift with the sudden movement.

He finally broke the kiss, breathing ragged, and sat back in the driver’s seat. With one strong hand he grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg across him so you were half straddling his lap, your knee braced on the seat beside him.

You immediately slid both hands under his shirt again, holding onto his pecs a little harder this time, thumbs circling and flicking his nipples.

“You like mine, right?” you teased breathlessly, giving one a gentle pinch. “And don’t deny it”

Megumi let out a low groan, cheeks flushing darker. He was always a little self conscious about how big his chest was—broad and full from years of lifting and working on whatever he refused to tell you—but the way you squeezed and played with them made his cock twitch hard against your thigh.

“Baby… shit,” he muttered, but his hips rolled up anyway, pressing his leaking cock against you while his fingers kept rubbing tight circles over your swollen clit.

You just smiled against his neck, squeezing his pecs firmly as you rocked into his hand. “I love your whole body… but these are my favorite.”

He cursed under his breath, eyes half lidded, voice wrecked. “Put it in. Now. Or we’re never making it to the shop.”

Based off this request!

I bought an Nintendo switch just to play my tomodachi life…

Ntm on my background bc I was at work … btw can u tell that’s megumi?

@andysgarden , @mershyjershy , @fleurlockk @ami-s-k , @mow6li

[blushbunnyyy]

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ bf!megumi trying to keep up with you during ovulation

content: mdni, smut, all characters are 18+, dom!megumi, sub!reader, fem!reader, marathon sex, squirting, praise kink (use of “good girl” a lot), degradation (“cum dump”, “slutty”, etc.), size kink if you squint carefully, spitting, tit groping, fingering

bunny’s notes: i’m not even ovulating but whenever i see an edit of megumi, im suddenly in heat. it’s not even funny. also creds to @cursed-carmine for the bow dividers!!

it’s that time of the month. not your period but that time of the month where you cannot function like a regular human being because all you can think about is cock. specifically a black urchin-haired guy’s cock.

you’re practically thinking with your sopping wet pussy as you made your way to your boyfriend’s dorm in a tank top and shorts. you push the door open to be greeted by the glorious sight of your man sitting against the headboard of his bed with a book in his large, veiny hands.

he glances up at your arrival, the hard lines of his brows immediately softening, his jaw becoming less tense, and his eyes instantly warm up at the sight of you. oh, lovely you.

“hey, how’s my pretty baby doing?” megumi asks in such a sincere and gentle voice, it makes you melt. it’s the voice he always uses with you. but little does he know, you’re not here to melt in his arms. you’re here to seduce the man.

you climb onto his bed on all fours facing him, hands and knees cushioned by his mattress. the same mattress that you wanna get pounded stupid into.

you put on the prettiest, most adorable pout you could muster. round, doe eyes fixed on him as if silently pleading for something. gosh, in his eyes, you really were the most precious thing in his world. the perfect picture of doll-like innocence, the epitome of loveliness.

“gumi… i need help…” you quietly plead.

your boyfriend’s eyes slightly widen, his back straightening as he inquires immediately, “what do you need help with, sweetheart? tell me.”

you unconsciously rub your thighs together, shaking your hips subtly in an attempt to relieve the throbbing from your core. your drooling cunt was so drenched, your panties were already damp.

you pout even more, pretty pink lips jutting out more. you grasp his wrist to guide his hand to rest on your boob, his large hand practically covering your entire breast. you mumble softly, “need you to touch me, gumi, please… it’s starting to hurt…”

your man’s eyes quickly darken as he squeezes your tit, dragging out a high-pitched moan from you. he palms you through your tank top, squeezing again. he rasps, his voice gravelly low, “turn around and bend over for me, baby. show me where it’s hurting.”

you turn around and make quick work of your tank top, throwing it onto the floor. you bend over on your forearms and knees, putting your perfect ass on display just for him. you push your ass closer to him. “here, gumi… hurts here…”

megumi pulls down your shorts along with your moist panties to see your soaking pussy winking at him. he drags his hand up your slit. “here, pretty baby?”

you let out a sigh of relief before you start urging him, “please, gumi, don’t tease… want your cock inside me now…”

he slips his thick, rough index finger into your pussy. he mutters, “fuck, you’re tight. gotta open you up, darling. you’re already squeezing my finger so tightly, you won’t be able to fit my dick.”

you squirm, pushing your hips back onto his hand. “a-ah! i-i’m a big girl, gumi. i can take— mmm!! i can take it!”

“baby, be good and make a mess on my fingers. you’ll get my cock after.” he adds a second finger then a third as he pumps you full. his thumb rubs on your sensitive bud as he brings you to climax all over his rugged hands. as you fall apart on his hand, you cry out his name with your head buried into the sheets. he sings his praises, “goood girl, darling. such a good girl for me.”

he takes out his hand, popping it into his mouth to clean. after sucking it clean, he quickly pulls down his sweats with his boxers.

you turn your pretty head to look over your shoulder. his dick slaps against his stomach, the tip an angry red. megumi grabs himself at his girthy base, pumping a few strokes. the sight makes your mouth water.

you then feel his bulging, warm tip resting against your soaked slit. you just couldn’t resist as your hips push back to try to take him. his rough hands fly to your hips, holding you still. “fuck, baby, stay still, yeah? lemme just get the tip in.”

one hand keeps your hip still as the other hand holds himself as he pushes into your warm pussy. you gasp at the sensation, border-lining pain and pleasure. he sighs in relief, “holy shi… so warm, so tight, sweetheart… i only got the tip in and you’re squeezing me like that, hm?”

you grip his sheets, feeling the stretch as you babble on, “more, gumi, moreeee… a-ah!”

megumi continues to slowly push in more until you feel his pelvis pressing into your asscheeks and his cum-filled balls firm against your clit. your spiky-haired boyfriend groans after bottoming out.

now you’re all filled up. a little too full, you swear his tip is kissing your cervix and probably making a dent. you could probably cum just from him stuffing you full.

you whine angelically, “gumi, gumi, gumi!! so deep… you’re too biggg!!

rough hands start groping your tits, squeezing them like stressballs. megumi bends over you, his chest to your back, to rasp huskily against your ear, “pretty baby, you’ve taken my cock many times before. now’s no different.”

he begins to shallowly thrust into you while pinching and pulling at your nipples, making your back arch.

the wave of pleasure suddenly surges and crashes as you cum around him. you let out a symphony of whimpers of his name and whorish moans. his words practically sound like a melody to you. “good girl, darling. what a good girl. cumming around me so pretty and saying my name.”

it’s not long until you start begging for more. “gumi, harder… i want it harder. please fuck me til i can’t walk…”

megumi holds you by the waist as he deepens each thrust until he’s driving into you like a madman. “anything for you, baby.”

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

it’s been like 6-7 rounds. his room basically turned into a hot sauna that reeked of sex. the dark blue-eyed sorcerer was completely drained, drained of energy and cum. he already dumped all his seed into you.

but you, on the other hand, are bouncing on his dick like your life depends on it.

his back rests against the headboard, hands on your hips as you ride him, your dainty fingers on his broad shoulders to help you jump on that dick.

your thighs are burning like a thousand suns, your legs giving up as you land on his lap with a wet plop! you moan, half in pleasure and half in frustration, as you begin to grind against him, “gumi!! wanna cum… but i- ha! i can’t… too… hmph! too tired…”

your boyfriend underneath you pants as he grips your hips and gently murmurs, “hold onto my shoulders tightly, angel.”

you grip onto his scratched up shoulders, the marks left by you. he lifts you up before shoving you back down on his member. “my pretty princess, my sweet angel… you really can’t do anything without my help, huh?”

you moan dumbly, more of your juices soaking his balls, the sheets, his thighs, your legs, and everywhere else as you near your release.

megumi picks up the pace, bouncing you up and down. “baby, i’m gonna take such good care of you and your needy pussy. just be a good girl and take it.”

as he shoves you back down onto his swollen cock, you squirt with a loud scream, forcing him out of you as you gush onto his dick, the sheets, and his thighs.

you start to feel his hips lifting to ram into you, his movement erratic now as he lowly groans, “my horny girl. what a slutty pussy you got, always begging me to fuck you and squirting everywhere. i’m gon’ cum and you’re gon’ take every single last drop i’m gonna give you, yeah? be a good horny cum dump, yeah, baby?”

your boyfriend holds you down onto his lap with a groan as the last of his cum spurts into your full pussy, already overflowing with previous loads.

megumi’s chest heaves as he pants, catching his breath. his hair is sticking to his sweat-sheened forehead.

you’re not faring off much better as you feel sore and exhausted all over. your sweaty cheek is pressed to his soaked chest, listening to the perfect metronome of his heartbeat.

seconds turns to minutes before you start grinding against him again. a nasty squelch! sound rang throughout the room followed by a groan from your man.

he peers down at you as you bat your delicate lashes and flash him a small smile as you ask him oh so sweetly that he can’t refuse.

“again?”

from the desk of ©blushbunnyyy ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

[yuujispinkhair]

SO IT GOES - Yakuza Boss Megumi x Reader

CHAPTER 4 - BACK AGAINST THE WALL

When you accidentally get caught in the crossfire of an attack on the new clan head, Megumi Zenin, your world gets flipped upside down. Suddenly, you are part of his dark world and are getting much closer to the Yakuza boss than you both ever wanted. But living together with Megumi lets you see the man behind his cold mask, and what starts as an arrangement to keep you safe becomes a lot more.

Masterpost ++ Ch.1 ++ Ch.2 ++ Ch.3

Warnings: 18+, female reader, fluff/smut/light angst. Modern AU, Yakuza-related crime and violence, Megumi kills to protect the people he cares about, alcohol, forced proximity. Happy ending. Megumi and Reader are both in their mid/late twenties. This chapter contains the first smut scene: fingering, dirty talk, dom!Megumi. Minors don't interact. Word Count: 4.5k The fanart in the header was used with permission from the artist koonya911 on Twitter. Credit for the divider @/cursed-carmine.

The thing is, you are attracted to Megumi. Who wouldn't be? He is a beautiful man, literally the embodiment of the tall, dark stranger trope. Pretty face, sexy body, and beautiful dark blue eyes, which can probably make everyone swoon.

And yes, even his rather grumpy personality is sexy, with how cool and stern he comes across while taking care of you and making sure you are safe. He emits that calm dominance that makes you weak in the knees.

So technically, it makes perfect sense that you feel drawn to him. But this is wrong, isn't it? You shouldn't want Megumi Zenin the way you do. His world is too dark. His life is too dangerous. He is too dangerous.

And yet, you can't stop yourself from watching him all the time.

When he's wearing his sweatpants and baggy hoodies, you daydream about the body you know is hiding beneath it, the defined muscles, the tattoos... And it's even worse when he's in his work clothes. The white dress shirts and tailored black suits that fit snugly, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Megumi catches you staring several times, asking, "What is it?" in his gruff, slightly annoyed tone. And you stammer apologies and make stupid excuses while your face gets hot, acting like a flustered teenage girl with her first big crush. It's embarrassing.

You know you should get a grip.

A) A Yakuza boss definitely isn't the kind of man you should get involved with.

B) You are pretty sure that Megumi doesn't have any interest in you in that way. He has never even made the tiniest move on you. He looks scandalized anytime he sees you in the silk nightdress and averts his eyes immediately. He always stays far away from you when you both sit on the couch. He never comes into your bedroom, always makes sure to knock and wait until you open the door if he wants to inform you about something, but he never crosses the threshold.

You should be glad about that. But the problem is that it gives you a pang, making you feel like Megumi doesn't find you attractive at all.

And the mean voice in your head laughs maliciously, whispering things like, "Of course, he doesn't want you. He is used to much prettier and sexier women throwing themselves at him wherever he goes! He has been part of Tokyo's underworld since he was a teen. He always had the prettiest and most skillful escorts and models at his beck and call. As if he would be interested in you!"

But then the book incident happens, and the mean voice in your head gets silenced.

You're struggling to reach a book in one of the upper shelves of Megumi's home library, but before you can even think about asking for help, Megumi already comes up behind you with a soft,

"I'll get it for you."

And suddenly, he is all up in your space, pressing against your back as he reaches one arm above you and grabs the book you wanted.

You stand there like the deer in the headlights, eyes wide, your pulse racing, when you feel Megumi's tall, firm body press against yours, his body heat enveloping you, and his warm breath ghosting over your shoulder.

Your eyelashes flutter, and you lean back against him, without even realizing what you are doing, as if your body instinctively wants to be closer to him. He feels so good. Tall and strong and warm. And maybe you only imagine it, but you think he is pressing against you more firmly, too.

Yes, you definitely aren't just imagining it. Megumi is still standing much too close, even though he already got the book you wanted. He's still caging you in between the bookshelf and his body. And now his free hand lands on your hip, long fingers sprawling there almost possessively, and for a crazy moment, you think he will push you against the bookshelf and do whatever to you.

You don't dare breathe, your pulse is fluttering nervously. You are craving Megumi's touch, you realize, you are praying he will give in and do it.

But Megumi chooses that moment to freeze up behind you, as if he just became aware of what he's doing. As if his mind won over his body. His hand slips from your hip, and he takes a step back, making you instantly miss the warmth of his body against yours. You turn around, feeling breathless when you tilt your head to look up at him, your lips parted slightly, heart beating so fast you feel dizzy from it.

He is still so close to you, those dark blue eyes looking deeply into yours, and it would be so easy to just get on your tiptoes and kiss him. For a crazy moment, you think you will do exactly that, feeling like there is a magnetic pull between the two of you that makes it impossible not to kiss him.

But then Megumi draws in a sharp breath and quickly steps away. Before you can do or say anything, he is already halfway across the room, his broad shoulders tense, his elegant hands balled into fists, the book he got for you left on the small table next to the armchair.

And you slump against the bookshelf, taking a deep, shaky breath.

What the encounter at the bookshelf taught you is that Megumi Zenin may be a master at hiding his emotions, but there is no denying that he, too, is affected by this whole forced proximity thing the two of you have been thrown into.

You can't decide whether you think this is a good thing or not. There is still this war inside you about whether you want Megumi to snap and take the decision away from you and take things a step further, or whether you want the two of you to just ignore whatever it is that is going on between you and continue living here together, but still remain distant.

You know what your body and also your heart want, but you try to ignore it, trying to follow your head, just like you assume Megumi does too. But for how long will the two of you be able to keep this up?

You have a feeling those next few weeks will be tough.

Megumi's POV:

It's not that he regrets keeping you safe. But damn, he didn't think it would put such a strain on his self-control to bring you to his apartment and let you live here with him.

You are a walking temptation, and you don't even seem to be aware of it. It's not that you hit on Megumi or try to seduce him intentionally. But that's actually what makes you even more enticing to him. You are so sweet, so innocent. Smart, polite, rather shy, and really clueless when it comes to the effect you have on him. It drives him insane.

All those genuine, sweet smiles. Your kind nature. The way you treat Megumi's dogs. The way you treat him. The way you want to take care of Megumi by making food for him or asking about his day or his favorite books. How you're treating him with kindness, even when he is a closed-off asshole most of the time.

The way the two of you have fallen into this dynamic, where you so naturally let Megumi take the lead, placing yourself in his hands so trustingly. Letting him take control and handle things. Always coming closer to him instead of staying away. Melting against his body, as if you are 100% sure he will not hurt you.

It takes everything in Megumi to hold himself back. He almost got hard when you leaned against him when he got that book from the upper shelf for you. And he almost gave in to it when he felt how your smaller body was pressing back against him, seeking his body heat, seeking his closeness, as if you wanted him, as if you needed him.

The thought drives him crazy. It makes him want to give you everything. Makes him wish he had just slammed you against the bookshelf and fucked you right there, so hard that the books toppled out of the shelf while you screamed his name and left bloody scratches on his back.

Sometimes this is all he can think about, and he wants to punch himself for it. It's wrong.

You aren't here out of your own will. You got dragged into his world, and he forced you out of your former normal life. You have nowhere else to go. You are dependent on Megumi. And yes, that thought secretly turns him on, and that makes it even more despicable to him. He can't give in to those cravings. He has to hold back.

But you make it so damn hard for Megumi.

Sometimes he feels like his back is against the wall with the way you look at him, all pouty and cute, making his fingers tingle with the desire to touch you.

There is always this wolf inside of Megumi that tells him to be greedier, to just give in to his desires and take what he wants. That wolf that tells Megumi to claim you as his.

Megumi huffs, running a hand through his unruly black hair as he leans back in his desk chair, turning around to gaze over the glittering lights of the nightly city.

This is a problem.

Megumi can feel his control slipping. And if this goes on, one of these days, he will snap.

Your POV:

The last few days have been filled with a strange tension. You feel restless and fidgety. Maybe it's because you are bored and every day is the same. But deep down, you know it's something else that causes this feeling.

You can't stop your gaze from straying to Megumi anytime he is near you, can't stop thinking about the way he was towering over you in front of those bookshelves. How close he was, how his hand had touched your hip. And now your mind keeps conjuring up images of how to get even closer to him, how to feel his hands on you again, more demanding than before, how to hear his sexy, low voice say something nasty to you.

You crave him. You crave this man you live with and who seems so adamant about not crossing that line.

You know you should stop with all those fantasies. You know you should just see it as what it really is: Just an unfortunate arrangement. Just something that you and Megumi had to do to ensure you won't get kidnapped and killed by his insane cousin. Nothing more. There is nothing romantic about this, and also nothing sexual.

You try to tell yourself it's a good thing that both of you are people who usually tend to listen more to your mind than to your heart. You will just ignore your feelings and desires, and keep this a strictly business-like arrangement.

But then you take a misstep in that careful, rule-heavy game the two of you play.

It's a regular Thursday, and you are alone in Megumi's penthouse just like every day since you arrived here. You read, you watch your TV shows, you pet his dogs, and then you take a long shower. So far, nothing out of the ordinary.

But then you walk to your room in your bra and panties to grab some fresh clothes, only to realize that all your clothes are in the washing machine, which is still running. You groan in annoyance and march out of your room, looking for something else to wear.

For a moment, you stare at the door at the end of the hallway. The master bedroom. But you would feel like an intruder if you walked in there, and surely Megumi would be pissed off about it, so that's not really the best option.

And then your gaze luckily lands on something else. One of Megumi's black hoodies, neatly folded and sitting on his side of the large black leather couch, so he can grab it and slip into it when getting comfortable to watch one of his documentaries.

You smile, quickly grab the hoodie, and slip into it. Deep down, you already know at that moment that you are making a big mistake. Because you have to bite your lip when you get engulfed in the faint traces of Megumi's cologne, your body reacting to it instinctively, thighs clenching before you can even try to control yourself.

Megumi's hoodie is too large for you, reaching down to your knees like a short dress, and the sleeves are so long that you have to shove them back, but they keep slipping down again, showing just how much taller Megumi is and how broad his shoulders are. The thought makes your stomach flutter.

"Calm down, it's just a hoodie!" You tell yourself and try to ignore it as you go about your day. You sit on the couch again, tugging your legs up, and continue reading. Actually, Megumi's hoodie is super comfy and soft, and soon you catch yourself snuggling into it.

By the time Megumi returns home, you are in the kitchen making tea, and you have gotten so used to the feeling of Megumi's hoodie on your body that you momentarily forget that anything is out of the ordinary.

You greet Megumi with a chipper voice, your eyes still focused on the kettle in front of you, not thinking anything bad. Until you don't get a reply from Megumi and turn around to check what he's doing, only to see him staring at you with a dangerous look in his midnight blue eyes.

"When did I allow you to wear my clothes?"

He sounds strained. His low voice coming out almost like a growl. As if the big bad wolf is standing in front of little red riding hood, and somehow it makes your knees weak, and your heart flutters wildly.

You feel your heartbeat pulsing heavily in your chest and also between your legs. And suddenly, you are hyper-aware again of how you stand in front of Megumi. Just wearing panties, socks, and his too-large hoodie, like a girlfriend who stole her boyfriend's clothes.

You are surprised by how steady your voice sounds when you reply,

"Maybe I thought it was implied. All my clothes are in the laundry. So I took the only item of clothing I could find. Or would you rather have wanted me to walk around naked?"

You lift your head, looking straight at Megumi, almost cheekily, only to feel a nervous flutter in your chest when you register how close he is to you all of a sudden. He must have crossed the distance between you silently, like the deadly killer that he is.

It makes you reach behind you and grab the kitchen counter tightly, your breath coming out in fast huffs as you look at Megumi. Your gaze strays to his mouth. A mouth that is pressed into a thin line. Annoyed, or maybe something else. Something more complicated, more dangerous. A man trying to fight his demons, trying to cling to his resolve, but knowing he is about to fail.

And then Megumi is right in front of you. Tall, strong, towering over you, caging you in against the kitchen counter. One of his elegant hands cups your jaw firmly, his thumb stroking over the soft, heated skin of your cheek. His voice is a husky murmur,

"That was a very stupid thing to do."

Your mouth is dry even while another part of yours is pulsing with wetness. The tension between the two of you is so heavy that it makes you dizzy. A moment ago, you were just making tea, and now you are drowning in dark, hot craving.

Your voice comes out in a breathless whisper, as you tilt your face upward, your lips almost brushing over Megumi's, your eyes gazing deeply into his,

"Why is that?"

And instead of stepping away, Megumi leans even closer, dark blue eyes never leaving yours, as he whispers in a low, dangerous tone,

"Because you have no idea what it does to me to see you in my clothes."

His voice sounds strained, his pupils are dilated, turning his eyes an even darker shade of blue. His jaw is tense, his gaze burning hard into yours. Like a man trying so damn hard to restrain himself, but so close to losing control.

It makes your heart race. Your lips open in a soft gasp. You feel lightheaded, slowly drowning in the rush that Megumi Zenin gives you. That mix of fear and arousal, that feels so addictive. You can't even feel shy anymore, too far gone for that, and so you blurt out in a breathless, challenging tone,

"Why don't you show me?"

You see the exact moment that Megumi snaps. The way his eyes narrow and a grim smirk lifts one corner of his lips. And then he moves so fast you don't even know what's happening.

Megumi's hands grab your waist tightly, strong fingers sprawling over your body greedily, digging almost brutally into your flesh, and you feel yourself get lifted so easily as if you weigh nothing. You gasp when Megumi sits you down on the kitchen counter, his gaze boring into yours.

Your thighs spread automatically, your body clearly showing what you want. And Megumi is already standing between your legs, claiming this space, just like he seems to claim you with his elegant but strong hands sprawling over your naked thighs possessively.

He is breathing heavily when he leans down to murmur in a rough voice,

"I tried to warn you. I tried to hold back, but you just won't listen."

He is so close, so intimidating and enticing at the same time. So powerful and so much stronger than you. The power imbalance makes you tremble, but not in fear, as you realize. You want him, you want him to touch you, to take from you, to claim you.

Megumi's thumbs stroke the insides of your thighs, and you moan brokenly.

You feel your face getting hot, but you don't care. You have never wanted anything as badly as this. You grab Megumi's white dress shirt, fingers clutching the luxurious fabric tightly, making sure he won't just leave again, pulling him even closer, feeling feverish as your clit pulses with a need that makes you dizzy. You want him to touch you right there. Want him to make you scream.

Megumi's gaze is feverish, too, filled with an almost scary hunger. A man who is usually so composed, so controlled, but now pushed beyond his limits, and you have no idea what he is capable of now. It excites you, makes you bite your lips hard, pulse fluttering wildly.

Megumi's hands squeeze your thighs, and he pushes your legs further apart with a strong, unrelenting grip. His hoodie has ridden up on your body, revealing your panty-clad pussy. And that's exactly what Megumi's gaze is fixed on.

Cold, blue eyes inspecting your needily pulsing mound that's only covered by a thin layer of baby blue cotton with a little silk bow on the top, which is doing nothing to hide how wet you are. You whine embarrassingly loud, turned on beyond anything by the mix of humiliation and desire you feel.

Megumi takes his time, a sadistic glint in his dark blue eyes as he slowly takes in your panty-clad pussy. Letting his gaze stay extra long on the dark spot, where you are soaking the pastel blue cotton. It's humiliating, but somehow that makes it even hotter to you. The way Megumi is forcing your legs apart and looking at you, unashamedly taking in the wet spot, where your body shows him undeniably how aroused you are, how bad you want him.

And Megumi's right hand pushes between your thighs, while his gaze never leaves your pussy. A breathless moan falls from your lips, and then he is touching you right where you wanted him to, slowly rubbing your clit through your panties, using only his thumb.

Your hips buck, and you mewl loudly. But Megumi doesn't pull back. Instead, he pushes his thumb more firmly against your clit, rubbing slow, firm circles under the hood of it while he keeps watching intently.

You are breathing heavily as you follow his gaze and look down between your thighs. Megumi's thumb is coated in your arousal, drenched in it even through your panties. His eyes are focused on where he is touching you, his voice low and rough,

"You're so wet. So fucking nasty."

His words make you whine even louder, pulse fluttering, making you lightheaded, and Megumi keeps teasing your clit, making you even wetter. He clenches his jaw, eyes focused on your pussy, a grim half-smile on his beautiful face as he feels you needily rub yourself against his finger.

He huffs and pulls your panties to the side, so rough that the fabric tears, causing another whimper to fall from your lips when the cool air brushes over your hot, creamy clit. Only to turn into a needy whine when Megumi's fingers are back on you. This time, several of them, and without the cotton separating them from your puffy clit.

Megumi rubs your swollen clit oh so tenderly, slow, wide circles, torturing you with how slow he is going. As if he is testing something, as if he wants to be extra thorough and see what will happen.

You cling bonelessly to Megumi's shirt, pressing your face against his shoulder, heart beating so fast that you fear you'll black out, moaning and mewling, becoming such a mess for him in just a few minutes,

"Megumi... Megumi... please."

His name is a prayer on your lips. And Megumi makes the sexiest noise you ever heard from him, a low groan, sounding angry and turned on at the same time. And then two of his long fingers push into you without a warning. You gasp loudly, your hips bucking, and a loud, desperate moan falls from your lips.

And now Megumi doesn't hold back anymore. He fucks you unreletingly with his ring and middle finger. Pumping them hard and fast into your twitching cunt, making your toes curl from how good he is at this.

You feel dizzy. Megumi Zenin is fingering you in his kitchen, and it's perfect. Hot, rough, and humiliating in the best way. You are so wet and so loud, unable to stop yourself.

You are a shaking mess, your hands clutching Megumi's broad shoulders desperately as he fingers you as no one has before. So hard, so deep, so good that you see stars. Megumi curls his talented fingers in the most delicious way, making you mewl and babble mindlessly as he rubs your sweet spot over and over again.

You feel tears run down your cheeks, crying from how good it feels. It's almost too good. Too much. A tightness grows deep inside you, so powerful that you try to pull away from Megumi's touch, scared of what will happen if he keeps going.

Your hand tugs on his wrist, trying to pull it off you, but it's a fruitless attempt. Megumi makes a disapproving noise and pushes your hand away, fixing it behind your back, holding you in place as his other hand continues to fuck you unrelentingly. Ring and middle finger pumping mercilessly into you, thumb circling your stiff clit firmly. His dark blue eyes burn into yours with a stern conviction,

"No. You wanted me to show you. Now take it. Don't you dare act shy now. Show me how much you can cum for me."

His words make your pussy clench around his fingers. The way he is so stern, so dominant. It's surprisingly hot. You mewl loudly, crying even more,

"I... I can't ... oh god, it feels too good, it's too much. I can't!"

"Huh, don't you want to be a good girl for me? And good girls cum all over my hand without fighting it. Let the fuck go, princess."

Megumi stares at you unreletingly, long fingers now rubbing circles over your sweet spot, and his thumb pushing under the hood of your clit and massaging it slowly, so perfect that your toes curl. A strangled scream bursts out of your mouth, and then you fall over the edge, drowning in the deep, strong waves of your orgasm, so intense that you are shaking.

You cry out brokenly, cumming hard all over Megumi's talented fingers. Digging your fingernails into his broad shoulders, your legs trembling uncontrollably, as you gush over his long fingers, drenching them in your creamy arousal.

Megumi makes a pleased noise, a soft hum, so low and raspy that it almost sounds like a growl. And you sob his name loudly as Megumi fucks you through it, his ring and middle finger keeping that same perfect rhythm as your juices run down his wrist. His thumb is on your stiff clit, rubbing slow circles around it, making you twitch and mewl helplessly from the overstimulation.

Megumi's movements gradually slow down until they stop completely. His lips lift in a pleased, small smile, breathtakingly beautiful. He finally lets go of you, pulling his fingers out of your twitching pussy, but only to bring them up in front of his face to inspect them, looking at your creamy arousal that spreads obscenely in thin, sticky threads when he parts his long fingers.

His eyes find yours again, midnight blue with a dark fire burning in them. He brings his fingertips to your lips, brushing over them, parting them slowly, as you moan and obediently open your mouth for him.

"Lick them clean."

You usually hate when someone tries to order you around, but with Megumi in this situation, it's the hottest thing you've ever experienced. You look up at him with big, tear-stained eyes as you tentatively flick your tongue over his fingertips, giving them soft kitten licks. And you see Megumi's pupils dilate even more, his pale cheeks stained by a feverish flush as he watches you intently.

He makes a raspy noise in the back of his throat, and his other hand comes up to cup your cheek. You look deeply into each other's eyes, both breathing heavily as Megumi caresses your cheek surprisingly gently now, and you press a soft kiss to his fingertips before opening your mouth further, slowly sucking the tips of his fingers into your warm, wet mouth, tasting your own arousal on them.

Megumi licks his lips and pushes his cum-covered fingers deeper into your waiting mouth, slow, gentle, but unrelenting. But you don't complain. You open up further for him willingly, letting him stuff your mouth with his fingers.

And you realize you like it. You like being a good girl for Megumi. Sweet and submissive, basking in the way Megumi's eyelids become heavier and how his breath becomes faster while he watches you intently, midnight blue eyes darkening even more, his lips slightly hanging open.

You hum softly and hollow your cheeks, sucking sweetly on Megumi's long fingers, while never breaking eye contact, even when your eyelashes flutter.

And Megumi makes a noise you never thought you would hear from him. A broken low groan, sounding almost desperate with need. His eyes widen. For a moment, he stares at you unmoving, but then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and hurriedly takes several steps back.

Your eyes involuntarily wander to the front of his pants. You can see how hard he is. Can see the prominent bulge in his fine dress pants where his hard cock is straining against them.

But before you can even offer to touch him, Megumi already turns around on his heel, retreating from the kitchen with large steps. Practically fleeing from you.

And you know why. It's just like Megumi said. He tried to hold himself back. Tried to suppress his desire for you, just like you were trying to suppress your desire for him. And now look how you both failed.

OMGGG I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!

Yes, Megumi, the wolf inside you who tells you to be greedier is called Gojo Satoru, lol.

Thank you so much for reading Chapter 4!! Did you feel the tension between Megumi and Reader? And did you like the smut scene? It made me super flustered tbh 😵

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

[eikyuuni]

woke up thinking about bouncing on bsf yuuji’s cock ://

[eikyuuni]

may i add... that one thing leads to another, and it just... happens. poor yuuji can't form a single thought bc he's too busy watching his best friend go completely dumb on him :(

how there's a little drool sliding down past your lips, how your eyes are glazed over… he's watching your tits bounce every time you drop and lift yourself off his cock. he's trying to tell you to slow down, "hah— ah— s-slow down, slow down. y-you're gonna break my dick off—"

but you're not listening, you're just whining as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face into your tits. and of course, yuuji can't help himself and his lips immediately wrap around your nipple, sucking and pulling as he can feel how close he is to cumming.

he gives your waist a little squeeze as he pulls back a little to mumble out, "p-pull off, i'm gonna cum."

but you tell him it's fine, tell him to keep going, tell him that you're on the pill (lie) and that you want him to fill you up, want your best friend to cum inside you

[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ smut. megumi is always so careful with closeness until one night he isn’t anymore

megumi fushiguro has always kept people at arm’s length.

raised by a father who had a barrier around him all the time, he learned early that letting someone close meant risking hurt. so when you start dating, he’s reserved. painfully so. it’s not that he doesn’t love you. painfully so too. in the way that makes his chest ache when you smile at him across the room. but closeness is still foreign to him.

he tries his best to let you closer. and he likes it.

he stops tensing when you lean against his shoulder during movie nights. starts nudging his plate closer when you steal bites of his food. drapes his hoodie over you when you fall asleep on his couch instead of waking you.

he lets your thigh press against his on the train, threads his fingers through yours when you reach for his hand, and leaves his jacket in your dorm “just in case.”

small steps. patient ones.

gradually he stops noticing when the closeness starts to feel good. stops noticing when he wants more. stops noticing when he becomes the one who can’t let go.

so when one night you two are alone and the end credits of the movie long roll, he pulls you into his lap. it’s the first time he’s done it without hesitation. his hands settle on your hips while he kisses you—tentative, like always—but then your tongue brushes his and something in him snaps. he groans into your mouth when you rock down against him, feeling him harden beneath you.

“is this okay?” you whisper against his lips.

he nods—eyes dark and glassy. “please.”

it doesn't take long for you both to undress and clumsily roll the condom over him. he’s shaking—half nerves, half raw want—when you finally straddle him bare. he guides himself to your entrance with careful fingers, breath hitching when the head nudges inside.

he’s big, stretching you slow and deep until he’s fully in, hips flush against his. you both tremble at the feeling, of finally feeling each other like this. he presses his forehead to yours, breathing hard through his open mouth.

“tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps.

you shake your head. “feels good. you feel good.”

that’s all he needs.

his arms wrap around you tightly, pulling your chest flush to his. skin to skin. heartbeat to heartbeat. at first he moves slow, careful, every thrust measured and deep like he’s afraid of hurting you. his hands stay gentle on your hips, guiding you but never demanding, eyes half-lidded and locked on your face to catch every flutter, every gasp. he wants to memorize how you look when he’s inside you.

but then you moan his name—soft, breathless, “megumi”—and something inside him shatters. his grip tightens.

he starts moving harder, hips snapping up with more force, chasing the wet heat that clenches around him every time he bottoms out. the careful rhythm breaks. his thrusts turn deeper, rougher, less controlled. each stroke drags a broken sound from your throat and he drinks it in like he’s starving.

he’s getting drunk on it.

drunk on the way your body fits to him, on how perfectly you take him, on the slick sound of skin meeting skin. his hands slide down to grip your ass, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he pulls you down onto him faster, rougher. the couch creaks beneath you. your nails dig into his shoulders harder and he groans, burying his face in your neck again.

“fuck… you feel—” his voice cracks, hips stuttering before he finds an even harsher pace. “so good. so fucking good.”

he was always so careful with closeness. always so afraid of wanting too much. now he can’t stop.

he fucks up into you with so much need, one arm tight around your waist to keep you pinned against him while the other tangles in your hair, tugging to tilt your head back so he can kiss at your throat. every thrust is deeper, greedier. he’s losing himself in the tight, wet drag of your body, in the way you tremble and clench around him like you never want him to stop either.

he never knew he could want someone this desperately. never knew he could let go like this. but with you naked and shaking in his lap, moaning his name between broken breaths, megumi stops holding back.

he just takes—rough, relentless, and completely addicted.

[eikyuuni]

Head-cannon that megs left the room to jerk off to reader after he saw her on yuji’s leg bc im greedy like that

in response to this fic... this is still so funny to me bc people were just like 'more megumi!' 😭 but also keep ur greed coming bc ur onto something here...

poor little megumi, watching yuuji grind you against his thigh, totally unintentional, but god, it drives him crazy. the way he can see you shifting your hips a little. his mind starts racing with thoughts of what it would be like if you were on his thigh... feeling your warmth press against him, or even worse, what if you were on his cock?

he can’t stop the way his body betrays him, the way his cock throbs just from the thought of you in his lap, grinding, soft little moans escaping your mouth, and his hands grabbing your waist, holding you tight

so megumi, the poor guy, has to leave the room. he has to run away bc his thoughts are going way too far. he finds an empty room, locks the door behind him, and his hands are already pushing his pants down, desperate, trying to relieve the pressure building up so fast

his hand wraps so tight around his cock, his grip firm, as he imagines you sitting on his lap, eyes full of need. his pace picks up, moving faster as the images flood his mind. his breath comes out in short, sharp bursts. he’s never gotten himself off so quickly, but the thought of you on him, so soft and desperate, makes him lose all control

and when he cums, it’s hard. his body tenses, thighs trembling as he bites his lip to keep from making too much noise. his mind is still full of you, your body pressed so close to his, and he knows it’s wrong to think about you like this, but he can’t help it. it’s all he wants

afterwards, he’s embarrassed, still trying to catch his breath, wiping his hand off and trying to calm down. but he knows... he knows if he sees you again today, he’s going to get hard just from the memory. when you walk into the room later, megumi can barely look at you. you’re smiling, completely unaware

but now he has to avoid you, bc if you look at him the right way, if you say something sweet, he’s gonna get hard again, and there’s no way he’s going to be able to hide it

so he dodges you, walks around the room like he’s too busy to talk to you, his mind still spiralling, heart racing every time your eyes linger on him, hoping you can’t tell how much he wants you, how much he can’t stop thinking about you

[narutwitter]

[eikyuuni]

megumi doesn’t stop you. even when he blinks up at you, brows pinched like he’s this close to asking why you’re pushing his shirt up and straddling his waist, he doesn't stop you.

he just lies there, waiting to see what happens next.

megumi is so used to figuring things out by observation. so he watches, he listens. he takes a breath when your hips settle just above his stomach and doesn’t say a word when you start to move. just lifts his head enough to look down.

he watches as your slicked up pussy drags slow over the slope of his abs—over the dip of his navel, the hard line above his waistband, the way his skin flexes and twitches with every press of your hips.

at first, he looks confused. like he’s not sure if it’s supposed to be for you, or for him. but then your clit catches at a firm angle—that sweet, solid press of muscle just below his ribs, and your breath stutters.

your thighs tremble, hands tightening against his chest for balance. and that’s when megumi’s expression changes. his gaze locks in, the furrow eases, his lips part. his whole body stills beneath you like he’s trying not to breathe too hard, not to interrupt.

you roll your hips again. slick catching against the ridges of him, and he watches. watches you rub yourself raw and wet and messy against his bare stomach, watches the way it shines against the dips of his abs like you’re marking him, and his throat bobs on a swallow.

when your breath hitches again, when your hips start to shake from how close you’re getting, he finally speaks—low, like it catches in his throat on the way out, “...you’re really gonna cum like that?”

and when you nod, when you grind down harder and bite your lip and moan softly through your nose—his eyes drop back to where you’re rubbing against him, and his cock twitches so hard under his sweats.

he swears under his breath, hands finding your hips, holding you firm against him while you keep dragging your pussy across his skin, slick smearing everywhere as you cum all over him.

you’re still panting when you finally go still, knees wobbling on either side of his hips, the last slow grind of your pussy dragging a wet, sensitive line across the twitch of muscle just below his ribs.

megumi’s just... staring.

his hands loosen against your hips, his chest rises deep and slow, like he’s trying so hard to stay calm even though his cock is hard enough to ache and his abs are shining with your cum.

his mouth opens like he wants to say something. closes again. then he finally swallows and looks up at you, flushed to the ears, voice rough;

“…can I fuck you now?”

a/n a repost from my old & inactive blog eikyuunimain (mariinktg) so if it looks familiar, that's why! likes and reblogs are much appreciated! | jjk masterlist

[fushigurlfriend]

୨୧ megumi fushiguro, who you love to see on camera

a/n: yes! this is directly inspired by my other fic, read part one here!

ever since you made that at home video with your boyfriend megumi, you’ve been wondering what it’s like to have a video like that. something you can look at like at night when you’re horny and miss him. sure, you could always ask him to send you the video he took of you a few weeks back, but it just wouldn’t get you off, not like the idea you had in mind, anyway.

you absolutely loved the way he looked when he was between your thighs, the way he always eats your pussy like it’s his last time he would ever be able to. whenever he eats you out, you cum embarrassingly fast. you can’t help it though, his wickedly talented tongue and the sight alone makes it very hard not to. you often found yourself wishing that you could see him between your thighs every day.

knowing that he could also be gone for days, sometimes weeks for particularly difficult missions, you really wanted a video of him too. you wouldn’t call yourself needy, but you had your urges too, urges that he sometimes wouldn’t be here to help you with.

you didn’t even know how you were going to go about asking for it, so you decided that instead of asking for what you wanted like a normal partner, you was going to wait for the next opportunity to present itself, like a wimp.

so you waited patiently for the next time he goes down on you, which, didn’t take long at all. he’s kissing down your stomach, leaving a trail of love down your body as he hooks your panties under his fingers. he pulls them down slowly, admiring your slick pussy with a groan. he lowers his head further, breath tickling your thighs as he places kisses on them as well. his hands splayed out on your thighs, pushing them apart before finally lowering to where you’re aching for him, his tongue coming out to give teasing kitten licks between your folds before you gripped at his hair. “wait…megumi..” you started shyly. he stopped, looking up at you from between your thighs, waiting for you to continue. “what is it, pretty baby?”

you sat for a moment, battling to get the words out of your chest, to ask what you so desperately wanted. “can i…fuck—can i record this?” megumi just smiled, lowering his face back to your pussy, staring up at you with a nod.

and thats how you find yourself back where you started a few weeks ago, only now you are the one filming. he’s flat on his stomach, your calves resting on his back while he hooks his hands under your thighs, pulling you flush to his mouth. his eyes are shut in concentration, brows furrowed slightly as he laps at your slick folds. the sight is so erotic, he’s practically making out with your cunt, letting out low moans at the taste of you.

you could barely keep the phone straight, each suckle pulling a shaky moan from you as you tugged his hair tightly. he groaned into dripping pussy, pulling you impossibly closer against his mouth as he began to tongue fuck you. his breathing grew heavy, tongue exploring your gummy walls as he mindlessly rutted against the bed sheets. he was being purposely loud, smacking his lips and slurping up every drop of arousal you had to offer.

he pulled away from your cunt with an audible squelch. his chin dripping and shining with your slick as he stared down at your pretty pussy with heavy eyes before gathering spit in his mouth, letting it dribble out of his mouth and onto your clit. he lowered his mouth back down, eyes trailing the camera as he began to flick his tongue on it. you threw your head back in pleasure, heels digging into his back while he moaned into you, the noise unintentionally serving as a vibration when he began to suckle at your clit with fervor.

the whines you were letting out was almost covering the sounds of him eating you out. you began to rock your hips against his face, getting off on his sharp low eyes staring up at you as he licked long stripes through your sopping cunt. you shifted up, planting one hand on the messy sheets to angle the camera closer to his face. you was really catching everything now, his tongue curling to slurping the slick in his mouth, the way your folds parted with every stroke, and his drenched lips as he groaned into you.

“taste s’fucking good..” he mumbled, not even lifting his head to speak. he was starting to get drunk off the addicting taste of you, your pretty noises and moans of his name music to his ears, rutting harder into the sheets below him as his eyes fluttered back shut. he could tell you were getting close, your whines and moans becoming more frequent as you pulsed and clenched on his tongue. he doubled down his efforts, desperate to make this good for you, to make you cum harder than you’ve ever had on his mouth alone.

the pleasure became overwhelming, your arm giving out on you as you fell back against the bed with a thud, legs attempting to close around his head. his brows furrowed once more, giving a particularly harsh suck, a wordless ‘no’ as he spread your thighs back apart with his hands. you had completely forgotten about your phone in your hand, the other coming down to tug at his spiked hair. you felt your orgasm approaching, fast. his nose constantly bumping into your clit just right as the coil of pleasure grew tighter, teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

all it took was one lap, two, and him moaning into you for you to finish. you threw your head back once again, whining his name as you came all over his face and in his mouth. megumi groaned, licking up every drop you had to offer like it held the elixir of life. his grip on your thighs tightened, slurping you through your orgasm until you finally came down. he opened his eyes once more, looking into the camera as he slowly lifted from your pussy, his mouth and chin soaked in your cum as he placed a gentle kiss on your clit with a soft, but noticeable, smile.

you stopped the video, panting as you tossed your phone to the side. he settled his face on your thigh, staring up at you as you shifted forward to run your hand through his hair. this is another reason why you love to get ate out by your boyfriend, he always stared up at you like you did him a favor.

at least in his mind, you did.

the two of you sat comfortably, megumi placing kisses up and down your thigh as he caressed the other, muttering various praises between each kiss before he looked up at you once more.

“mind sending me that?”

[fushigurlfriend]

୨୧ megumi fushiguro, who loves to see you on camera

part two!

megumi just thinks you’re so pretty.

he thinks you’re pretty doing simple, every day things. the way you look when you’re concentrating doing something, your gorgeous smile when you greet him every day, and how beautiful you look even while you sleep.

you often catch him staring, from up close to even across the room, he just can’t take his eyes off you. he does absolutely everything in his power to make you smile, see you happy, to see your gorgeous face erupt with joy that he brought you. let it be surprising you with your favorite breakfast in the morning, or randomly gifting you that bag you’ve been constantly talking about wanting, he would do anything to see his pretty girlfriend happy.

he thinks you’re so pretty, that he often catches himself missing you when you’re gone, and thinking about you. he often resorts to looking at the pictures the two of you took in random spots, like the café date he took you on a few months ago, you begged him to take a picture with you in front of the flower wall they had growing inside of the shop. of course, he couldn’t say no to you, and took the selfie with you. it’s a fond memory he has with you, and he thinks you’re so pretty in the photo, smiling brightly next to his subtle smile. he even made it his lock screen.

he wishes he had more pictures of you in his phone, more in depth photos of you, pictures that he wishes his eyes could take and save into a hard drive. like how gorgeous you look when you show off your new lingerie purchases, or how beautiful you look under him, moaning his name in pleasure as he rips orgasm after orgasm out of you. not only does he think you have a cute face, but a cute body too. he doesn’t understand how you could even begin to be insecure, he thinks you look perfect.

he really wishes he has those photos when you’re gone for several days and he’s at home missing you. he knows he should be patient, wait on you to return home, but he really missed you. he missed your pretty moans, the way you would squeeze him just right when he would fuck you, your gorgeous tits bouncing in his sight with every thrust he had to offer you. the thoughts alone gets him to cum pathetically in his hands, he often feels a tad bit guilty afterwards, but he still finds himself wishing that he had the exposed version of you in his camera roll.

but if there’s something about megumi, he’s going to get what he wants.

“fuckkk..taking me so good aren’t you?” he groaned, thrusting into your sopping cunt in a steady pace. he’s got you in missionary, a hand splayed on your stomach as he held his phone in the other. his flash is on, lighting up you as the center of attention in the otherwise dim room. the fact that he was recording, catching every moan, every reaction, had your walls spasming around him in pleasure.

the light was almost too bright, catching everything on video. his hand moved to your hip, dragging you into each thrust as he angled his phone down for a few seconds, catching how easily his cock slid in and out of you, how shiny your slick looked coating his dick in the light as you squirmed in pleasure. he was being rough, obviously lost in pleasure as he was finally getting what he wanted. you were already dazed, enduring multiple rounds as it is. he wanted to have you absolutely ruined.

his hand pressed down on your lower stomach, fucking into you faster as he angled the camera back up to catch the majority of your body in view. your head was slumped to the side, whining into the pillow as mind numbing pleasure overcame you from megumi pressing and massaging into you. “come on, let me see your pretty face, baby.” he moaned out, coaxing you to face him. you were too far gone, lost in so much pleasure you didn’t even hear him. it wasn’t until his hand gently tilted your chin to face him and the bright glare of the light did you come back to your senses.

“thereee she is. my pretty girl.” he praised, caressing your cheek before his hand returned to your hip to pull you into his thrusts. the feeling of his tip pressing into your sweet spot with each deep and languid stroke had you whining and moaning under him wildly. he made you feel so full, cock being sucked into your velvety walls constantly had the both of you moaning in pleasure with every push of his hips. you was so soaked, arousal and his cum mixing together and dripping down onto the sheets making an erotic mess.

he could feel his dick throbbing, arousal coursing through him as he looked at you through his phone camera, catching him fucking into you, your pretty face in a daze, and walls clamping down on him, sucking him in every time he pulled back. he started to mindlessly babble praises, beginning to also lose himself in your pussy as his hands scrambled anywhere he could hold onto you. he twitched wildly, growing impossibly harder as he stared at your tits bouncing with each stroke of his hips. you looked so pretty like this, ruined and moaning his name so sensually.

your eyes squeezed shut, his hips clapping into you louder than before as he reached up to cup and play with your tits, squeezing at the fat and rolling your nipple between his fingers. the sensations was overwhelming, cock rutting in and out of your squelching cunt before he gently grabbed your hand in his and dragged it to your clit, angling the camera down slightly to catch it. “getting close? come on baby, show the camera how pretty you look when you cum.” the moan you let out was like no other, his hand helping you rub fast circles on your sensitive clit. your eyes snapped open, looking down at the scene unfold as you felt your walls spasming, warm pleasure tightening as you got to the brink of an orgasm.

the both of your hands worked your clit, his hand moving yours at the speed he wanted as your body locked up, head thrown back as you came around him, hard. your legs spasmed as you whined his name loudly, release soaking everything as he fucked you through your orgasm. he moaned, hips stuttering and losing rhythm at the feeling of your orgasm on his cock as he continued to babble praises. he pushed down on your stomach again, feeling his cock jutting into you before he came shortly after you, spurting his cum into you and painting your insides white.

he sighed with a smile, the both of you breathing heavily to regain composure from your shared intense orgasms as he pulled out slowly, his camera still recording. “fuck…come on baby, show me how good of a job i did.” he breathed, pushing your leg soft open to get you to spread your legs. you looked away in embarrassment, spreading your thighs as he zoomed in on your cum soaked pussy, catching the way it dripped out of you erotically. his fingers trailed down to play between your folds, smearing his own release around before ending the video.

he leaned down to kiss you softly, caressing your body and muttered how good you was for him. he smiled now finally having something to keep him occupied whenever he misses you.

and maybe he should give you your own video to watch when you miss him, a video of him eating you out maybe.

[mootersun]

Yuji gives Megumi a sketchy gas station honey pack 𖹭.ᐟ - 2.1k words mdni 18+

pairing: megumi x fem!reader

cw/notes: everyone is 18+ // this entire thing is just smut // megumi is freaked tf out // reckless driving // yuji lowk set this man up // cums in u // wants to get u pregnant // whimpers & begs // squirting // I think that's it holy content warning

: ̗̀➛thx @yarasshafik for the request it was v fun and I might've gotten a lil bit carried away hopefully not too much for u 🫣🤭 .... also hear me out- yujixmegumixreader 🫣🫣

Megumi really didn't think it'd work when he decided to take one of Yuji's sketchy ass gas station honey packs. The same one he swore would have Megumi' bricked up for days.' If anything, Megumi thought he was full of shit, which is exactly why he took it on the drive to your apartment a couple of hours out, just to prove a point.

He hated how far away you lived, especially when he was always wanting to see his beautiful girlfriend. It was insufferable, really, being so far away from you, not being able to hold you close whenever he wanted. But today, he was going to see you, and you didn't even know he was coming. He knew you'd had such a long and exhausting day, always having to deal with people non-stop. So he figured he'd surprise you by showing up with some pretty flowers and a small box of chocolates.

The first part of the drive was completely fine, perfect even, the time went by so fast. He just couldn't stop thinking about you and at first it was just a distraction, his hand gripping against the wheel, as his thoughts slip off to you a second too long. Then it got worse, his mind wouldn't stop drifting back to you—to the way your cunt feels wrapped around his cock, to the way you ride him so good his legs shake.

That's the moment Megumi realizes he's fucked, so fucked. Because once the image of you slips into his head, it doesn't leave. It stays in his mind, vivid and relentless, your lips, your voice, the way you look at him, all slutty when you want him. The thought alone has his breath catching, a broken whimper slipping past before he can stop it.

"F-fuck…"

He's a mess—way past just a little worked up. He's fucking gone. A pathetic, whimpering mess, shifting restlessly in his seat, desperate for any kind of relief as he bucks his hips into the air, pre already wetting a spot in his jeans. 

One hand slips off the wheel, fumbling down to his zipper, fingers clumsy and uncooperative. He curses under his breath when it catches, frustration sharp as he groans, tugging at the zipper harder than he should, his focus slipping dangerously off the road.

"Fuck—come on…" He mutters under his breath, jaw clenched as his cock throbs so much it's starting to ache.

He's not even paying attention to the road anymore, too fucking hard, he can't even think straight.  Megumi finally manages to get the zipper undone, tugging his pants down just enough for his pretty cock to spring out from his boxers. The sudden relief is almost immediate—but when his eyes flick back to the road, he hits the rumble strip, jerking the wheel hard to correct himself.

"Shit!" he curses, pulse hammering in his ears, knuckles white as he squeezes the wheel.

And instead of calming him down? It just makes it worse. Every thrum of his heartbeat shoots straight to his cock, twitching pitifully against his shirt. He reaches down, stroking his cock slowly before he quickly loses control, thrusting up into his hand like it's your tight little pussy.

His tip, all red and flustered, is profusely leaking pre, trailing down his length and slicking his hand, helping it glide up and down his dick. He was leaking so much pre it had his balls tight and aching, so full with cum as he grew impossibly harder.

God, why can't he cum? He wants to so badly he can't stop himself from fucking his own hand, whimpering your name as he gasps, "What the f-fuck Itadori!? What the h-hell is this-a-ahh!"

Shit. He moves down to his balls, rubbing them gently, teetering on the edge of cumming, but instead of releasing, he just throbs in his hand, milky white pearling at the tip. Sweat starts to bead along his forehead, cheeks flushed, lips parted by how damn needy he is for you.

By the time he reaches your place, he's throwing the car in park, zipper halfway up, hair a mess, eyes glossed over. He doesn't remember the chocolate or the pretty flowers he planned to surprise you with, hell, he doesn't even remember the three flights of stairs it takes to get to your apartment. When you finally answer, he's hardly holding it together.

Your eyes go wide when you see him, "Gumi! I didn't know you were coming over—"

He's already stepping inside, closing the door behind him, pinning you against it, hands gripping your waist to hold you still.

"Fuck, baby." His hands are all over you, sliding up and down your hips, sneaking under your shirt, cupping your breasts in his big hands. "You still ovulating?"

Your cheeks flare at his directness, "Y-yes, Megumi… are you okay?"

He doesn't even answer, already whimpering against your neck just from your scent, hips pressing against you, hard cock brushing your bare thighs.

"You wear those slutty little shorts f'me, baby?" he hums as his hand slides under your shorts.

"Mmmm…" You don't even get the chance to answer before his hand slips right past your silky panties. "Gumi, we can go to my room–"

You've never seen him like this—all needy and desperate—and when his thumb finds your clit, tracing slow, gentle circles, you're damn near coming undone. His lips find yours again, deep and messy, none of his usual soft, slow kisses. He just wants you—needs you in the most primal fucking way.

He lifts you, gripping your thighs, digging into your soft skin, making you yelp. His cock twitches at that cute little sound you make, nearly making him pin you to the wall, taking you right there. But, since he's such a sweet boyfriend and has just a little bit of strength left, he decides to take you to your room instead—except… somehow he ends up in the kitchen. Years with you, and suddenly he's so horny he can't remember how to get to your bedroom!? Fuck, he didn't even care, instead sitting you on the counter, your legs wrapping around him. His face is buried in your neck, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin, while your hands tangle in his black hair. He tugs his jeans and boxers down slightly, giving his cock a few pumps.

"S-sorry, I can't…" he murmurs, so fucking pathetic, apologizing for losing control, for needing to touch himself so badly. "J-just… feels s-so good…" he didn't even need to spit, his dick was already slick from pre and the hours he spent jerking off to you.

God, he's not even there—he's fucking his hands, almost forgetting about his beautiful girlfriend drinking in the sight. "You need help?" you ask, fluttering those coy lashes at him and it makes him weak, pre streaking his veiny cock. 

He just nods, moving closer, lips claiming yours. You take him in your hands, stroking, muffling his whimpers in your mouth. Your thumb teases his slit, slick and sensitive, having him gripping your thigh. "You want my pussy that bad, Gumi?"

Shit—that does it. "P-please" Please!? What the hell is in these packets? He starts to wonder if Yuji just fucking laced him, because what is he even saying? A babbling mess, and christ, any other time he'd be mortified at the shit he's saying, but he can't stop himself. So hot and sweaty, dying to get any sort of relief, and fuck if his balls get any tighter, he might just lose it. 

"You need to cum?" You bat your lashes at him, watching his legs tremble as you stroke his dick in your hands.

"Need her so badly," he pants, shaky and out of breath, lips ghosting over yours. "...need your pretty pussy… s-so bad…."

You let go of his cock, and he's already whining at the lack of touch, cock twitching against his sweat slicked shirt, revealing his toned stomach. You slip your shorts off, tossing them aside as you take him in your hand, guiding his tip to your slit, teasing slowly.

"Mhnnn—" He can't control himself, slamming his cock into you, too fucking needy to not be inside you. "She feels s'good."

He can't stop fucking you, his hips slapping against your ass as he lifts your thighs up, burying his cock deeper, his tip kissing your puffy cervix, making your eyes roll back, moans spilling from your parted lips.

"She gonna take my cum?" His legs shake, hips snapping up as he fucks you so deep it has his balls slapping against your drooling pussy.

"Please, Gumi!" You cry out—has he always been this fucking big? God, it feels like your cunt is wrapped impossibly tight around him, every thrust stretching you out more and more. "Want your cum s'bad, wanna feel it dripping out of her." 

Megumi still can't cum and it's driving him insane, so infuriatingly insane when your pussy feels so damn good it has his balls getting unbearably tighter, to the point he'd do anything to cum. He'd fuck you for hours if that meant he could cum in your pussy, filling you up so much that you're leaking for days, all your favorite panties ruined with him. 

You lean up, gathering his hair into black tufts between your fingers, gripping him tight while he buries his face in your tits, licking and teasing your sensitive nipples. "Gonna fill her up with s'much cum, s'much you'll have to get a plan-b."

"Plan-b?" He stops. The one and only thing you could say that could snap him out of his daze.

"So… you don't get pregnant?" His head tilts slightly, and he looks so adorable if he wasn't buried inside you, face flushed and sweaty.

"What if…" You lift his chin from your chest, rubbing his soft, puffy lips with your thumb. "I want you to cum in me."

You don't have to say it twice—he's already thrusting, slamming his hips into you, fucking you so deep and hard it makes your toes curl, hitting that spot that has you feeling like you're going to piss all over him.

"Gumi! Fuck! Megumi! Seriously– Ah..Mhnn–" You throw your head back, resting your hands flat as mascara streaks down your cheeks. "You're gonna make me p–"

You can't even get the words out, already squirting all over him, pleasure crashing over you in waves as you scream his name so loud you're worried the neighbors might call the cops. Fuck– you can't help it, especially as he's fucking you through your orgasm, his shirt soaked, damn near translucent, showing his abs on full display. Every thrust has you squirting more, and he loves it. His cock throbs inside you as he drags two fingers up his shirt and to your mouth, making you lick yourself off him.

You obey, moaning around his fingers as your cunt clenches around him, milking his cock until he's a whimpering mess in your ear, fingers limp and hanging from your mouth as he almost collapses against the counter, barely holding himself up with shaky arms, shooting milky white ropes in you, filling you up so much you're already leaking cum before he pulls out.

When he pulls out, all sweaty and fucked out, you nearly want to take him to bed, to feel him needy for you all over again. To hear him whimpering in your ear, begging for your pussy like it's the only thing he needs on this earth, and to have him fill you over and over again with his cum until it's impossible you're not pregnant.

"Round two?"

"You just came??" You look at him like he's damn near lost it, and you thought you were the horny one.

"But I'm still soooo hard." He whines, hand already back on his cock.

"Did you take something?" you ask, confused at what's come over your sweet boyfriend.

"Mhmm," he moans more than answers, "Yuji gave it to me."

You never thought you'd hear your boyfriend moan his best friend's name, yet here you are… and fuck–are you supposed to be so turned on by it?

"...Yuji?"

He nods, eyes fluttering shut as he continues to stroke himself, and you're not even sure he's fully here. That only lasts about a second, before he's scooping you up, hurrying to your bedroom, and throwing you on the bed. You squeal as you hit the soft mattress, sinking instantly into the cushion as he climbs over you, hard cock teasing your dripping slit, before fucking his cum back into you.

"Gonna make sure you're pregnant, baby."

divider credit @/uzmacchiato // fanart credit @/kcokaine

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[fushigurlfriend]

୨୧ megumi fushiguro, who loves to see you on camera

megumi just thinks you’re so pretty.

he thinks you’re pretty doing simple, every day things. the way you look when you’re concentrating doing something, your gorgeous smile when you greet him every day, and how beautiful you look even while you sleep.

you often catch him staring, from up close to even across the room, he just can’t take his eyes off you. he does absolutely everything in his power to make you smile, see you happy, to see your gorgeous face erupt with joy that he brought you. let it be surprising you with your favorite breakfast in the morning, or randomly gifting you that bag you’ve been constantly talking about wanting, he would do anything to see his pretty girlfriend happy.

he thinks you’re so pretty, that he often catches himself missing you when you’re gone, and thinking about you. he often resorts to looking at the pictures the two of you took in random spots, like the café date he took you on a few months ago, you begged him to take a picture with you in front of the flower wall they had growing inside of the shop. of course, he couldn’t say no to you, and took the selfie with you. it’s a fond memory he has with you, and he thinks you’re so pretty in the photo, smiling brightly next to his subtle smile. he even made it his lock screen.

he wishes he had more pictures of you in his phone, more in depth photos of you, pictures that he wishes his eyes could take and save into a hard drive. like how gorgeous you look when you show off your new lingerie purchases, or how beautiful you look under him, moaning his name in pleasure as he rips orgasm after orgasm out of you. not only does he think you have a cute face, but a cute body too. he doesn’t understand how you could even begin to be insecure, he thinks you look perfect.

he really wishes he has those photos when you’re gone for several days and he’s at home missing you. he knows he should be patient, wait on you to return home, but he really missed you. he missed your pretty moans, the way you would squeeze him just right when he would fuck you, your gorgeous tits bouncing in his sight with every thrust he had to offer you. the thoughts alone gets him to cum pathetically in his hands, he often feels a tad bit guilty afterwards, but he still finds himself wishing that he had the exposed version of you in his camera roll.

but if there’s something about megumi, he’s going to get what he wants.

“fuckkk..taking me so good aren’t you?” he groaned, thrusting into your sopping cunt in a steady pace. he’s got you in missionary, a hand splayed on your stomach as he held his phone in the other. his flash is on, lighting up you as the center of attention in the otherwise dim room. the fact that he was recording, catching every moan, every reaction, had your walls spasming around him in pleasure.

the light was almost too bright, catching everything on video. his hand moved to your hip, dragging you into each thrust as he angled his phone down for a few seconds, catching how easily his cock slid in and out of you, how shiny your slick looked coating his dick in the light as you squirmed in pleasure. he was being rough, obviously lost in pleasure as he was finally getting what he wanted. you were already dazed, enduring multiple rounds as it is. he wanted to have you absolutely ruined.

his hand pressed down on your lower stomach, fucking into you faster as he angled the camera back up to catch the majority of your body in view. your head was slumped to the side, whining into the pillow as mind numbing pleasure overcame you from megumi pressing and massaging into you. “come on, let me see your pretty face, baby.” he moaned out, coaxing you to face him. you were too far gone, lost in so much pleasure you didn’t even hear him. it wasn’t until his hand gently tilted your chin to face him and the bright glare of the light did you come back to your senses.

“thereee she is. my pretty girl.” he praised, caressing your cheek before his hand returned to your hip to pull you into his thrusts. the feeling of his tip pressing into your sweet spot with each deep and languid stroke had you whining and moaning under him wildly. he made you feel so full, cock being sucked into your velvety walls constantly had the both of you moaning in pleasure with every push of his hips. you was so soaked, arousal and his cum mixing together and dripping down onto the sheets making an erotic mess.

he could feel his dick throbbing, arousal coursing through him as he looked at you through his phone camera, catching him fucking into you, your pretty face in a daze, and walls clamping down on him, sucking him in every time he pulled back. he started to mindlessly babble praises, beginning to also lose himself in your pussy as his hands scrambled anywhere he could hold onto you. he twitched wildly, growing impossibly harder as he stared at your tits bouncing with each stroke of his hips. you looked so pretty like this, ruined and moaning his name so sensually.

your eyes squeezed shut, his hips clapping into you louder than before as he reached up to cup and play with your tits, squeezing at the fat and rolling your nipple between his fingers. the sensations was overwhelming, cock rutting in and out of your squelching cunt before he gently grabbed your hand in his and dragged it to your clit, angling the camera down slightly to catch it. “getting close? come on baby, show the camera how pretty you look when you cum.” the moan you let out was like no other, his hand helping you rub fast circles on your sensitive clit. your eyes snapped open, looking down at the scene unfold as you felt your walls spasming, warm pleasure tightening as you got to the brink of an orgasm.

the both of your hands worked your clit, his hand moving yours at the speed he wanted as your body locked up, head thrown back as you came around him, hard. your legs spasmed as you whined his name loudly, release soaking everything as he fucked you through your orgasm. he moaned, hips stuttering and losing rhythm at the feeling of your orgasm on his cock as he continued to babble praises. he pushed down on your stomach again, feeling his cock jutting into you before he came shortly after you, spurting his cum into you and painting your insides white.

he sighed with a smile, the both of you breathing heavily to regain composure from your shared intense orgasms as he pulled out slowly, his camera still recording. “fuck…come on baby, show me how good of a job i did.” he breathed, pushing your leg soft open to get you to spread your legs. you looked away in embarrassment, spreading your thighs as he zoomed in on your cum soaked pussy, catching the way it dripped out of you erotically. his fingers trailed down to play between your folds, smearing his own release around before ending the video.

he leaned down to kiss you softly, caressing your body and muttered how good you was for him. he smiled now finally having something to keep him occupied whenever he misses you.

and maybe he should give you your own video to watch when you miss him, a video of him eating you out maybe.