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[mebodys]

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[mebodys]

i'm gonna take a break bc finals week and state tests are coming up. i'll still work on reqs and hopefully another other chapter for my thing

[revolvingsaturn]

𝜗𝜚 bullying Choso until he cums- but you’re only following the instructions on his shirt!

more like this

ೃ࿔*:･

You’d seen the shirt online, your screen far too bright for how late it was, coloured pixels burning into your pupils as you scrolled in the darkness waiting for your boyfriend to get home. You were only really looking through the clothes website as something to fill the time, minutes dragging on like molasses. Thumbing in boredom past the designs with obscure city names and sports teams you've never heard of, you saw it.

You’d snorted in laughter, thumb hovering over the picture the website provided as you clicked to enhance the size of the image. At first, it was funny on its own- the stupidity of the big, unapologetically blocky font, the even stupider saying emblazoned across the chest.

Don’t bully me, I’ll cum!

But then, your mind drifts to your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend. Choso is probably on his way home now, you think- and although he’d never admit it out loud (he would if you asked nicely enough) he did enjoy you being mean to him just a little more than the average person probably should.

Okay, maybe more than a little; the moment you’re on top of him and your palm lands open across his cheek in a slap he’s been begging for, he’s liable to cum immediately. A whine always rips from his throat when you degrade him, watching the way he likes going stupid under your slick hand as you wrap it around his cock and whisper how dumb he looks.

Choso doesn’t really advertise this side of him, preferring to stay quiet about it, but to anybody watching it’s painfully obvious. The way he stares at you when you speak, the way he flushes furiously when you ‘accidentally’ trip and sink your nails into his bare arm for balance.

Yeah, he likes when you bully him.

You smirk, clicking on the size range, and the shirt is ordered within minutes.

“Hey, baby.” Choso announces when he walks through the door, immediately wrapping his arms around you, “what’re you doing? I missed you.”

You lazily scratch his nape with your nails, letting him rest his bodyweight on you in its heavy entirety. “Just... some shopping. I think you'll like it.”

He perks up. “Show me when it arrives?”

You both know what he’s insinuating, a blush already tinting his face; whenever you buy new clothes, ranging from lacy lingerie straight out of his fantasies to simple jeans, Choso adores watching you try them on for him. He sits there patiently at the end of the bed, like a well trained puppy, and waits for you to come out of the bathroom and twirl around.

More often than not, it results in him whimpering between your thighs- not that either of you are complaining about that particular part of your impromptu fashion shows.

Choso's imagining it already, you can tell. If you aren't telling him outright, it must be something good- not to say he doesn't think you look good in everything (or nothing, he loves that even more) but the way you're smirking down at him makes drool water up in his mouth. Maybe it'll be lingerie you already own in a different colour, he muses, or perhaps it'll be a different style.

You smile, a slight tint of evil mixed into the mirth that Choso’s pretty eyes don’t quite pick up on. “Yeah, of course I'll show you, baby.”

He hums happily and buries his face into your skin again.

The shirt arrives three days later (express shipping does wonders, apparently) and you almost squeal with excitement as you cut the parcel open on the kitchen table, scissors in hand. “Choso! My package arrived-!”

He practically teleports around the corner, eager to see what it is you’ve been hiding from him for the last few days. You can’t conceal the grin on your face as you unfold the black fabric, holding back a giggle as you see his brow scrunch in confusion- surely that’s too much fabric for your size, right? Or maybe you just wanted a new sleep shirt, but why would you when he gives you all of his-?

“For you!”

Choso’s eyes land on the text as you hold the shirt up to his eyeline. “For me…?”

Oh. Ohhh.

He goes pink almost immediately as he reads the words printed onto the fabric. “I am not wearing that.”

“But it’s trueee, Cho!” You whine, “you know it’s true.”

“It isn’t.” He says adamantly, sulking at the shirt like it personally offended him. “I won’t cum if you bully me.” Although, his eyes are already darting away from the words as though he isn't ready to think about it too deeply yet.

You raise a brow, dropping the fabric onto the counter. “Is that a challenge?”

He swallows thickly, “n-no, I’m just saying-“

“Wear the shirt, Choso.”

“I don’t want-“

“Wear. It.”

Something about the tone of your voice, the way your eyes narrow darkly as you glare at him, makes something in Choso instantly obey as he reaches out for the shirt. He doesn’t break his annoyed eye contact as he yanks his own clothing over his head, and you try not to let your eyes drift too far down to the wisps of hair dipping below his belt and the muscle of his abdomen.

When it’s on, fabric new and slightly scratchy against his skin, you smile. “Good boy.”

Choso’s cock twitches in his jeans, but he’s determined this time- he will not let you condescend him into an orgasm, no way.

But he will if you have anything to do with it.

“You’re such a fucking slut, Cho.” You pant above him, thighs firmly planted either side of his lean hips. What better way to test his resolve than to bully him until he cums? You’re just making sure the shoe- or, in this case, the shirt- fits!

He moans wantonly, big eyes swimming with tears as he gazes up at you while you bounce on his cock. “B-baby-“

You don’t hesitate, gripping his jaw with one clammy hand and glaring down at him. meanly. “Shut up.”

He gasps, hips bucking as the whites of his eyes make their debut. He’s still wearing the shirt- you insisted on it- and the fabric is heated below your fingers. It’s almost hilarious, on some strange and perverted plane of humour you like to operate on when it comes to your boyfriend.

Choso is trapped below you, around you, inside you as you use him to prove your point. He’d like to say he isn’t struggling to keep his side of the argument alive, but his mind is quickly getting fuzzier as his cock twitches inside your cunt.

“You’re just sooo pathetic for me, aren’t you?” You breathe out, grasping his face into position. You can feel the physical shake that trembles through his body, his hips lurching up to meet the swift glides of your pussy along his sticky length.

Choso groans, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “I-“

Slap!

He inhales sharply, cock splurging out a few more rivulets of pre when your palm lands on his cheek. You roll your hips harder, “I didn’t tell you that you were allowed to speak, Cho.”

He gives in, nodding dazedly into your touch as you thumb over the stinging mark your hand left behind.

“Look at yourself.” You spit out at him- literally, a thin string dripping glassily down to his mouth. Choso’s lips are already parted, heaving in gasping little breaths between whines, so it isn’t hard for him to readily take the saliva messily smearing across his lips and lick it up like a dog.

You’d feel terrible for bullying your boyfriend if he didn’t look so pretty as you did so. One cheek redder than the other from your slap, hair completely messy against the pillows, eyes totally glossed over and filling with tears as you bully him to an orgasm.

“Cho…” you coo, voice sickeningly sweet, deliberately slowing your movements to hear the way he groans in protest, “do you wanna cum?”

He nods slowly, movements sluggish. You notice the way he isn’t speaking- clearly, your slap did its job and he’s waiting for permission. “You can speak.”

“Please-“ he begs almost immediately, hands encircling your thighs, hips, waist- any skin he can get to, “please, just let me cum, need it so bad-“

You pretend to ponder on this longer than necessary, until the wait dips over into cruelness and Choso is left throbbing and whimpering against the lack of friction. “I’ll let you cum, if-“

“Anything.” He breathes, trembling as you start to pick up the pace again, “please, anything, just let me-“

“You can’t cum until after I do.”

Choso freezes, expression akin to that of a deer in headlights. You know his favourite thing is cumming at the same time as you, how could you be so cruel? “But-“

“You heard me. Wait.”

And he does, because he has no choice; he has to wait and torture himself with the feeling of your warm body pressed up against his, your heat bleeding into the shirt until Choso feels dizzy.

When you feel your orgasm creep up on you, building slowly, you press your mouth against his for the first time since you started and Choso moans into the kiss like he’s been starved.

“M’so close, Cho-“ you keen against his lips, nipping at the skin only to soothe it with your tongue. The feeling of your cunt pulsing so perfectly around his cock makes Choso cry, a few stray tears slipping saltily down his face.

“Please-“ he heaves, “c’mon, let me cum-“

You relent, nodding once, and the effect is instantaneous. His spine arches up off of the mattress, cock jumping inside you as he spills over in milky strands that streak the skin of your thighs and his pelvis, smearing shinily.

Choso trembles through the aftershock, the shirt clinging stupidly to his chest when you roll off him. You giggle as the text comes into focus again along with the rest of your blurred vision. “I told you the shirt was right.”

He groans exhaustedly, throwing an arm across his still-teary eyes. “Stop.”

“You like me bullying you.” You giggle, voice singsongy in a way that should be irritating but really just makes Choso’s heart melt. “I told youuuu.”

Two arms wrap around you without warning, cramming your face against the shirt. He sighs defeatedly, pressing his mouth to your forehead in a gentle kiss to get you to stop squirming out of his grip and lie still. “You’re mean.”

There’s a few moments of silence, and Choso briefly thinks you’ve fallen asleep on his chest, but then-

“If I’m nice to you, will you cum too?”

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a/n: okay so funny story I actually DID see a shirt with this on a while ago and thought about Choso, so maybe this is a manifestation

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[mebodys]

bf megumi who comes back from the gym/training all sweaty and tired or sends u pics during breaks in between his workouts… write a fic pls im drooling omg

🤔 this is very vague but i can try !

[mebodys]

WAITTT oh my gosh you were following me??? i'm so sorry arghhhh

nooo don't be sorry boyo i've been following you for a little bit now 👀🥰

[megumisrighttoe]

‧₊˚ ꒰ 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭o 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟?!

‧₊˚ ꒰ cw: aged up au :: sex toys :: cuck!megumi in a way… :: praise :: idk what else to tag

a/n: tysm for this request i enjoyed writing it🫶🏼 i hope yall enjoy!

The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, cutting stripes of gold across your shared living room. You were sprawled on the floor, sweaty and triumphant, your arms shaking from the exertion of your twentieth pushup—well, almost the twentieth. The last one had been a bit questionable. Your chest had maybe grazed the floor instead of fully dipping, your back had curved just a little, but honestly? It was close enough.

"Count 'em," you said, flopping onto your back, grinning up at Megumi where he sat on the couch. "Twenty. You owe me."

Megumi lowered the book he'd been pretending to read, his dark eyes narrowing. "That last one didn't count. Your form broke."

"My form was flawless."

"You literally wobbled and then dropped your knees."

"I did not!" You sat up, crossing your arms. "You're just a sore loser because you thought you'd get to make me do something embarrassing."

"I thought the bet was clear—twenty perfect pushups." He closed his book, setting it on the armrest. His tone was flat, but there was a flicker of something.

“You agreed to the terms."

His jaw tightened. He hated losing. Hated being put in positions where he had to submit to anyone. But he was also a man of his word.

"...What do you want?" he asked, the words coming out clipped.

You pretended to think, tapping your chin. You let the silence stretch, watching the way his fingers drummed against his thigh, the subtle tension in his shoulders. Then you smiled, slow and wicked.

"I want you to sit in that chair." You pointed to the wooden chair by the window. "And I want you to watch me. You're going to jerk off while I play with myself.”

The color drained from his face, then rushed back in a deep, embarrassed flush. "What?"

"You heard me." You stepped closer, enjoying the way he leaned back as you invaded his space. "You lost. You don't get to argue."

He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing. His eyes darted toward the bedroom door, then back to you. "That's... that's not—"

"Fair?" you finished, tilting your head. "Life’s not fair, Megs.”

You let that sink in, watching him wrestle with his pride.

"Fine," he finally muttered, the word barely audible. He stood, stiff and reluctant, and moved to the chair. He sat down heavily, his hands gripping the armrests like he was preparing for an interrogation.

"Good boy." You turned and walked into the bedroom, leaving him there. "Don't start without me."

You didn't close the door—you left it wide open, letting the golden light spill across the hardwood floor and right into the living room where Megumi sat. You could feel his eyes on your back as you moved, that reluctant, hungry stare he couldn't quite hide. 

You disappear from his sight for a second, stepping into your closet and rummaging through it. “You gonna leave me hangin’?” he shouts, still glued to the chair, not even daring to defy you. 

You step out, tossing a dildo onto the bed, then bent over slowly to pull off your shorts and you heard a sharp intake of breath from behind you. You didn't turn around. You just let him watch as you straightened and took your shirt off as well, then climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself on your knees facing the doorway.

You let your thighs fall apart, the damp heat between them already slick and ready. You picked up the dildo, running your thumb over its ridged shaft, and brought it to your lips, parting them and dragging the tip across your tongue, tasting the faint rubbery flavor, all while keeping your eyes locked on Megumi.

He was still gripping the armrests, his knuckles white. His jeans were strained at the crotch, a clear bulge pressing against the denim. He hadn't moved to touch himself yet—probably waiting for permission. Which was good.

You lowered the dildo, guiding it down your stomach, past your navel, until the tip pressed against your wet folds. You circled it once, twice, collecting your slickness, and then you pushed.

The sensation made you gasp—a soft, broken sound that seemed to echo in the quiet room. You watched Megumi's jaw tighten, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. You pushed deeper, inch by inch, feeling your inner walls stretch to accommodate the silicone length. When it was fully seated, you let out a shaky breath, your hips rocking slightly.

"You could be doing this to me,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing. “But you lost."

He said nothing, but his hands moved. He unbuckled his belt with jerky, desperate motions, then unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free, already hard, the tip glistening. He wrapped his fingers around it, but didn't stroke—just held, waiting for your permission with teary eyes.

You smiled, then began to fuck yourself in earnest.

You pulled the dildo almost all the way out, then slammed it back in, a wet sound filling the room. You set a fast, punishing rhythm, your hips bucking to meet each thrust. Your free hand found your clit, rubbing tight circles as you rode the toy, your breath hitching with each impact. Your bralette had slipped, exposing your tits, your nipples hard and aching.

Megumi's hand started moving. He stroked himself slowly at first, then faster, matching your pace. You could hear his ragged breathing, the soft grunts he tried to suppress. His eyes were glued to where the dildo disappeared into your cunt, the slick shine of your juices coating your thighs. 

"Fuck," he hissed under his breath.

You moaned loud, arching your back, your fingers working your clit harder. The pressure built low in your belly, coiling tight. You wanted him to watch you come undone, you wanted him to see exactly what he'd earned by losing.

"Don't you dare cum yet," you panted, your voice strained. "Not until I say so."

His hand slowed, but didn't stop. He was trembling, his knuckles white as he gripped his cock tight, trying to regain his composure. 

"Shut up," he breathed, but it lacked any venom. He was transfixed, his cock so hard it was almost painful-looking.

You gave a particularly deep thrust, the dildo hitting that perfect spot inside you. You gasped, your body arching. "Fuck, Megumi..."

That did it. His eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open on a choked gasp as his hips bucked into his fist. Thick ropes of cum shot over his knuckles, splattering onto his stomach, his thighs. He kept pumping through it, his body wracked with involuntary tremors as wave after wave spilled from him.

He came harder than you'd ever seen a guy come, his breath coming in ragged heaves, his body jerking, the loud moans and groans leaving his lips.

You eased the dildo out of yourself, setting it aside. A lazy smile spreads across your face. "Well, well, well," you said, your tone dripping with mock innocence. "Someone enjoyed the show a little too much."

Megumi's face went crimson, his chest still heaving. He looked down at the mess he'd made of himself, then back at you, utterly mortified. "Shut up," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"I mean, that was..." you gestured at his cum-covered stomach, "impressively quick. And a lot. Did the view really get you that worked up?"

He opened his mouth, closed it, then just slumped back in the chair, covering his face with his clean hand. A defeated groan escaped him.

You crawled off the bed, padding over to him on your knees. You gently pulled his hand away from his face, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were dark, embarrassed, but there was a flicker of desire in them.

"It's okay," you said softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. "I liked watching you.” 

“Shut up.”

a/n: gulp. can you tell that i kinda didnt know how to end this...

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[mebodys]

HAIII! i got an idea for a satoru x reader fic! i noticed that you dont make that much satoru works, so i hope this is okay. toru and reader are pre-relationship while the fic is porn with little plot. reader and gojo are realllyyyy close friends. she has a bf who’s really toxic, while satoru is WHIPPED for reader. gojo goes on dates with girls just to get his mind off of reader, but they never turn him on. his dates get pissed at him because he either cant stop talking about her, or hes always zoning out thinking about a certain somebody. eventually she breaks up with her boyfriend and things escalate from there.

yes ! i like this idea 🥰

[hioriri]

cw : skipping meals

"did you eat today?"

which was the first thing megumi asked, leaning against the wall with his arms loosely crossed as you were kicking off your high heels after a long day of work.

of course, you didn't want megumi to worry or lecture you, so you nodded.

megumi stared at you for a few seconds, and seemed very skeptical. the silence was tense.

"...do you want anything to eat?" "nope! thanks for offering though, gumi." you slightly smiled, tone with a hint of exhaustion.

this has been a pattern that he's been noticing for a few weeks, along the fact that you just don't feel like eating. lots of leftovers from previous meals, half eaten snacks, he had noticed them all.

megumi seemed worried. actually, more than worried. he seemed extremely unconvinced.

ten minutes later, he brought you a plate with peeled and cut apples.

"at least eat some fruit." he muttered out.

‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

late at night, you can't fall asleep. it's too hot, then too cold, and you just can't stop turning. the heavy blanket laying on top of you felt more than suffocating. however, megumi notices the constant shifting, simply based on the way the mattress quietly creaked with each twist and turn.

"it's officially been twenty-four hours since you ate." at that moment, your stomach betrayed you. it simply just had to let out a small, gurgling sound.

"what do you mean? i ate the two apples you peeled for me a couple of hours ago."

"first of all, there were still about five slices left."

you bit the inside of your cheek, found guilty.

"and, no. i meant an actual, proper meal. this morning, you slept in for thirty minutes, then dashed out the door because you realized you'd be late for work."

he continued on, "plus, during your break, i asked if you ate lunch. normally, when i ask, you would send me a picture of your meal, unusually happy. except, this time you didn't. it's been the same for the past weeks."

"i had an iced americano, if that counts." you fidgeted with your hands underneath the blanket, picking at the soft fabric.

megumi blinked in the darkness. baffled. genuinely questioning if you're being serious right now.

"as much as i love you, that's considered a drink, and it doesn't even make you full." megumi rambled on, "my point is, you have to eat. it doesn't have to be much, at least feel full after. but please, don't starve yourself." his voice almost cracked from the worriedness in his tone.

you blinked at his words. it caught you off guard. usually, megumi is always serious and composed, you've almost never heard him sound like this.

"i'm not starving myself...." you manage to mutter out quietly.

megumi exhales softly, as you feel the mattress slightly dipping as he shifted closer to you.

"maybe not purposely, but you're not eating properly." megumi gently tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

"i mean... i didn't think much about it... and i didn't realize that it was that bad!"

"well, it is." megumi simply answered. not harshly, but honestly. you bite the inside of your cheek absentmindedly, unsure of what to reply with.

in a moment of awkward silence, your stomach growled again. in that moment, megumi got out of bed.

"i'll be back. don't fall asleep." a few minutes later, he dashes out the door.

‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

the bright light of the convienience store made megumi slightly squint, due the the sudden contrast. he's quick to find all of your favourite snacks, after all, he doesn't want to keep you waiting.

the different types of candies that you loved but occassionally hesitated to buy, the chips that you said were only "kind of addicting", and the two kinds of drinks that you bought if you were in a good mood.

megumi grabs a few of each, but continues to keep adding just one more to everything.

‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

megumi came back, trying to quietly steady his breathing due to how fast he ran back. he goes to your shared room, putting down the white plastic bag that crinkled in the loud silence.

you peeked inside the bag, only to find a bunch of your favourite snacks.

your eyes widened. "you.... you remember all this..?"

"why wouldn't i?" megumi slightly frowned at the question, as he sat beside you on the edge of the bed.

"you don't have to finish anything. just— just start with something."

your expression softened, a smile tugged at your lips. you immediately wrap your arms around megumi, hugging him tightly. megumi, who was caught off guard only hugged you back even tighter.

"thank you, gumi."

a/n: if anyone wanna be moots hmu !! not the best writing quality, i just felt the urge to post something.

©hioriri / please do not copy, repost, or translate. likes and reblogs are accepted and appreciated!

[mebodys]

megumi x injured reader...again

some more (literal) hurt/comfort <3

based on this request | dividers by @bhavihelps

the past few months you spent training and only training. there were a few minor issues along the way, but they all worked out in the end. your diligence and commitment to training gave the higher-ups some more faith in you, their faith was conditional though. any mission you went on had to be with megumi.

you didn't mind. megumi was your boyfriend and a very strong sorcerer—the two of you made a great pair. he played also a major part in your training too. he helped you work on your domain, close range fighting and...other things.

when your first mission with megumi came along, the details shocked the both of you.

a special grade curse.

the higher-ups must have had high hopes for you.

you weren't too worried, you were certain you've evolved over the past few months, and megumi would be your partner. nothing too bad should happen.

after getting the news, you and megumi went back to your room. you were getting dressed, he was just following you.

"i'm proud of you, y/n. congratulations on being assigned a special grade." megumi kissed your forehead after you put on your boots.

"thank you. we shouldn't take too long to wrap this up right? i wanted to have a movie night."

"it depends."

when you finally gathered everything you would need, you and megumi took the nine am train to shibuya.

you arrived at the site, it was a commercial building—you think you remember megumi saying it was a hotel or something like that. the area you were meant to focus on was the eighth floor of twenty while megumi dealt with the fifteenth floor. those were the two floors with the most reported issues.

megumi cast a veil and the second it closed, you started moving. being assigned to this mission is a feat by itself. but the real proof of your improvement would be completing the mission effortlessly. it is that serious. this mission is your rite of passage. true proof that you've grown as a sorcerer.

you heard a loud crash and looked down the main hallway of your floor. a large, slimy tail(?) snaked around the corner. you texted megumi, telling him that you found the curse, and instead of waiting, you approached it. finding the curse was easier than you thought. maybe luck was on your side today. once you turned the corner, you saw a giant, disgusting curse sitting in the middle of the room.

it's fucking massive.

it looked slimy and it was tall enough that its head was hitting the ceiling. if you walked any louder, there was a high chance it would get startled and attack, so you tread quietly behind the curse.

up close it looked even worse. it was secreting a gross looking black ooze and smelled really bad.

you could do this though. you pulled out your katana (the weapon that worked best for you in training), let your cursed energy seep into it, and swiftly sliced it at its bottom half. the curse shrieked and whipped around to try and hit you, but you moved back just in time. your attack didn't do much to immobilize it, so you tried again.

you managed to stab into it and watch it recoil from the amount of energy you put in.

"y/n! what are you doing? you should have waited for me!" megumi's voice sounded like it was around the corner.

you turned towards his voice, "megs, this thing is ginormous-" right as you turned, the curse sent you flying into the wall with a lazy, but strong flick of its tail.

"ugh!" you felt the air leave your lungs for a second after meeting the wall back-first.

"you okay?" megumi asked from where he was gauging the curse.

"yeah-" you stood up and felt a sharp pain in your chest, but ignored it. "yeah, it was nothing." it had to be nothing.

together, you and megumi quickly exorcised the curse. but throughout all of the action, you would get a spontaneous splintering feeling right below your chest. while you walked back to the station, megumi noticed how tense you were.

"y/n are you okay? you look...uncomfortable."

"i'm fine. my chest just hurts a little."

"when we get back you should rest, you might feel better then."

"yeah."

something inside you was screaming that there was something wrong though.

...

it was only one pm when you both reached jujutsu tech, you told megumi to give the report to the higher-ups while you showered. when you pulled off your shirt in the bathroom, a giant bruise spanning across your upper abdomen practically screamed at you. bruises were normal. they were proof that you were strong. that you were alive...according to megumi at least. paying no mind to it, you washed off, ignoring the bruise and the pain that was paired with it.

shortly after you, megumi showered and the two of you were laying in bed together.

"you did good today," megumi squeezed your hand. "all of your training paid off."

you smiled at the praise. "yeah, right? it felt nice to be useful again."

"oh stop, you were useful when you weren't on missions too."

"yeah? useful how?" you deadpanned, "keeping your bed warm while you actually went out?"

"...and training with me..."

"you got jokes, huh? i always do that, megumi."

"shush, i'm trying to praise you." he rolled over and hugged you.

the sound of your giggling and megumi's laughs filled the room while you shared rumours about the teachers, and talked about everything under the sun.

you couldn't laugh for long because the sharp pain came back and cut your breath short. every breath you tried to take felt harder than it should, and the stupid pain wouldn't go away.

"hey- hey what's happening? can you not breathe? do you need me to get shoko?!"

megumi's voice was full of nothing but panic, he only ever sounds this concerned when it comes to you. you shook your head and tried to calmly breathe again. when you could finally take in regular breaths again, megumi stared at you in shock.

"what was that???"

"what? it's nothing. i'm probably just a little shaken from the mission earlier."

"has anything else like that happened since then?" the lighthearted mood was completely gone. megumi was only worried about your health now.

"just a few pains and a little bruise."

"a bruise? you didn't get hit that hard-" the image of you being slammed against the wall flashed in megumi's mind. "it was when you got thrown, wasn't it? let me see the bruise y/n."

thinking nothing of it, you pulled up your shirt and let megumi see the bruise on your upper abdomen. it looked significantly worse than it did an hour ago...

"that isn't normal."

"i'm sure it's nothing, megumi. i've been through worse."

"no. i don't know why, but i feel like there's more than just a bruise. i think you know that too."

he was right, when you left the site of the mission, you felt like something was off with you.

"it's just a passing thing megumi-" you tried to dismiss his concerns again and the pain shot through your chest again. strong enough to make you double over on the bed.

"that's it." megumi stood, picked you up, slid on his slippers and walked you out of the room, all the way to shoko. you didn't even bother protesting. he wouldn't listen. you were both stubborn like that.

he called shoko's name and she immediately came over to look at you.

"it'd be better if you would put her down."

"oh..right.."

megumi set you on a chair and let shoko thoroughly inspect you.

"what have you been feeling since you came back?" she asked.

"uh...just a little pain in my chest." you tried not to make a big deal of anything.

"and shortness of breath." megumi added on. you glared at him.

"and this started when?"

"after she got thrown into a wall." megumi answered for you, knowing that you were going to downplay the situation.

"so, from what i'm hearing and seeing, you may have a liver laceration."

"what? does that mean???" you stiffened, that sounded awful.

"it's just a tear in your liver. you went on the mission this morning right?" you nodded. "then it makes sense that the symptoms would get worse the longer you wait. you should thank megumi for bringing you here." it was only around six pm. how serious was this really?

"the tear isn't too bad right?"

"no. i should have you fixed up within thirty minutes."

"okay good."

after that, she laid you down on a stretcher and started using her rct on you. megumi said he was going to get you snacks for when you were done, so it was only you and shoko in the room.

she was so quiet with her work. she didn't try to make small talk either. while you got healed, your mind started to wander.

first mission after how many months and you got injured immediately. how pathetic.

you should be able to withstand these kinds of things.

what was all of that training even for?

"alright i'm done."

"mm...thanks shoko." you left her office and opened the door to see megumi holding two store bags.

"all done?"

"yeah."

"you don't sound too happy..."

"i'm fine, just tired now."

"hm. do you want to watch a movie when we get back in?"

"if you want.."

megumi didn't push for any more of a reaction. you were probably more tired than he thought.

"we can go to sleep if you aren't feeling up to it?"

"that sounds a little better." you reached his room door and entered.

"okay," he sat on his bed and patted the spot next to him. "c'mon."

you sat next to him and laid down, "...thanks for bringing me to shoko. i wouldn't have gone by myself, and who knows what would've happened then."

"don't worry about it. it's my duty as your boyfriend," he kissed your cheek, "now sleep, pretty girl."

you curled into his side and found comfort in the fact that megumi will always look out for you. you drifted off knowing that he'd always care for you.

if you liked ts you might like my other megumi works !

kawaiiladygirl's note: i'm not too great at writing out actions scenes.... #sorry! but, i did try to make the laceration as accurate as possible (thank you @stuckinthewall) kawaiiladygirl out ! ! !

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[mebodys]

megumi kissing your scars

based on this request | dividers by @uzmacchiato

the last few months were rough for you. a new obsession with getting stronger forced you to constantly train. it didn't matter with who or what, you just had to train. needed. to train.

you were getting sick of your teachers hesitating before sending you on missions. sick of the pitiful looks you got from your peers. sick of feeling less than everyone else.

not for much longer though. in two months, you finally learned how to fight close-combat and started working on your domain. the growth came at a cost though. your skin that used to be pretty and smooth was now marred with imperfections and divots from healed wounds. you didn't mind at first because you didn't realize. you finally noticed the effects of your harsh training when you were dressing for a date with megumi and put shorts on, only to look down at legs that were littered with bruises and marks from old cuts.

you immediately changed into longer pants even though the weather was too hot for that. when you met up with megumi, that was the first thing he noticed about you.

"why are you wearing pants? it's hot out."

of course he would notice.

"felt like switching up my style a bit..." it was a believable lie. you always wore cute shorts or skirts, so wanting to change your style seemed plausible. just not for this time of year. megumi knew it was more than that though.

"hm."

you smiled and megumi disregarded any lingering suspicions. he'd address them later.

that's how it started.

now, one week later, you've completely stopped wearing the clothes you used to. no more shorts. no more skirts. no more t-shirts or anything that showed a sliver of your skin. you continued training just as vigorously, now, with clothes that were too long, warm, and weighed you down. but you couldn't risk anyone seeing your damaged skin. the heavy clothes caused you to pass out from heat fatigue a few days in the week, but you pushed through.

megumi had noticed the change and couldn't wait any longer to ask you. he was terrified of the possibility that you had been hurting yourself. as he walked to your room, he hoped that he wasn't too late and that you hadn't made a routine of any harmful habits.

from the other side of the door, you heard three quick knocks followed by megumi's voice.

"y/n, are you in there?"

you hesitated before answering.

"yeah..." you turned to look at the door. "the door's open."

megumi immediately opened the door and saw you sitting in front of your mirror—dressed in long clothes. he glanced around your room after he saw you.

"are you looking for something, megs?"

"no. not really..." he sounded distracted as he came over to you.

"you sure?"

"mhm..." he sat next to you and looked at your folded hands. "can we talk?"

"yeah about what?"

"you. well—how you've been dressing this past week."

"what about it? i told you i was trying a new style when you last asked."

"is that what you're sticking with?" megumi's eyes narrowed. he could tell you were lying. fear had been picking at his brain for the entire week.

"what do you mean? megumi, i don't want you to be upset. what are you talking about?"

...here he goes.

"y/n are you hurting yourself?"

your eyes widened. "what? no! why would you think that???"

"you've been dressing in longer clothes and you know damn well it's too hot for that, you've been distant when i try to be...intimate. and you just stay cooped up in here when you aren't training!"

"i'm not hurting myself, megumi."

"then what is it? you're scaring me, y/n! and everyone else is worried too!" he took your hands in his, "please just tell me, baby. you know i won't judge you."

you chewed on your lip while debating lying.

"don't lie to me, y/n."

"...fine." you forced yourself to take long, slow breaths, lest you start crying. "it's...it's my skin. it looks really ugly. and makeup doesn't help cover anything up."

megumi rubs slow circles in the palm of your hands. "is that it?" he asks, not pushy or expectant. just relieved that you finally opened up.

you nodded.

"baby...i've seen scars and stuff on your body. it's not bad, i promise."

"no- megumi there's more. more than you think."

"because of training?"

"yeah...there's like...dents and stuff. it looks really bad."

"let me see." he paused before adding, "please." he didn't stop caressing your hands. you started chewing on your lip again. "stop doing that, baby." he pulled your bottom lip from between your teeth.

forcing another slow breath, you took off the sweater you were wearing over your bra.

megumi's eyes roved from your stomach to your chest, to your arms, and then to your face. "there's nothing new except for a few scratches on your arms, baby"

"there's a weird texture on my stomach from when i got poisoned on one of my old missions." you added.

"okay. there's that too, but that's it. it's not as bad as you think it is." he brought your hand to his mouth and gently kissed it.

"but there's my legs too..."

you sounded so sad and insecure. megumi hated it. he wanted you to know that you were more beautiful than you thought. "can i see them..?"

you nodded again and wriggled out of the sweatpants you were wearing. your legs were comparably worse than your stomach, but not bad enough for you to reasonably want to hide yourself from everyone. megumi wouldn't say that though.

"your legs are gorgeous baby, what's the issue?" he prompted for you to elaborate and tell him what you thought was wrong so he could specifically counter each negative claim.

you pointed to the side of your thigh, "there's a divot here from when i got stabbed—" you pointed to the top of your thigh, "—there's still a bruise here from training with maki—" you pointed to your kneecap, "—discoloration from a wound—"

you kept going on and on, pointing out minor things that megumi didn't even notice. after a solid five minutes, you finished listing everything you thought was imperfect and looked at megumi, waiting for a comment.

"baby..." he let go of your hands to carefully cup your face and kiss you. it was warm and reassuring. almost nice enough to make you forget about stupid scars. "even though there are a lot you pointed out, i couldn't see them until i really started looking. i think your legs are still gorgeous, but if you don't think that too, i want to help you." megumi looked at you. really looked at you, past your eyes, somewhere deeper. "how can i help you feel better about yourself?"

"i-i don't know." you didn't know what to say on the spot.

"i have an idea of where to start." megumi stood and ushered you to stand with him. "come sit on the bed, baby."

you followed and sat on the edge of the bed like instructed and megumi lowered himself to his knees in front of you.

starting with what megumi could tell was a healed gash on your calf, he pressed a long kiss to the skin. the contact and tenderness of the kiss made goosebumps rise on your arms.

"m-megumi...you don't have to."

he pressed another lingering kiss to the same spot but on the other leg before answering, "i want to see my pretty girl again." he kissed below your kneecap, right on top of a bruise. "does this help at all?" he looked up at you through his long lashes. "if not, i can stop..."

"...don't stop....please."

megumi smiled and nuzzled against your thigh before starting to kiss over top of every single 'imperfection' you pointed out on your thighs. when he reached your hip bones he switched from long, warm kisses to featherlight ones that made your stomach flip.

once megumi kissed over a new slash on your waist he looked up at you again.

"feeling better, baby?" as he waited for a response his hands smoothed over your arms. your face felt impossibly hot and you were sure megumi could see your blush. you nodded, but didn't look at his eyes. who knows what would happen if you did.

megumi huffed a small laugh before starting to kiss up your body again. now, he was kissing the swell of your breasts above your bra, and you'd never felt hotter. megumi wasn't trying to make anything sexual, but the moment was so quiet, so intimate. you couldn't help but want a little more. still, you let him continue.

there were no obtrusive scars above your chest so megumi moved to kiss your arms down to your fingertips.

when he felt like he kissed every spot he needed to, he stood so that you were eye to eye again.

"i don't want you to ever feel like you have to hide your body, y/n. you're beautiful, and all the scars on your body are too. they show how strong you are as well, so don't feel bad about anything that marks your body, okay?"

"okay. thank you, gumi."

"anything for you."

the next date you went on with him, you wore your favourite pair of shorts with a cropped top, and a newfound pride in your body spangled with markings—proof of your strength.

if you liked ts you might like my other megumi works !

kawaiiladygirl's note: the post shinjuku request might take me a minute to write bcuz i'm feeling happy af right now and can't write any angst atm. kawaiiladygirl out !

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[mebodys]

idk why they hating but personally i reallyyyyyyyy like your writing! please dont let them get to you and keep writing queen 😊

ay ! thank you ! i'm almost done with one of my requests 👀

[fushigurlfriend]

୨୧ perverted tiktok trends with megumi fushiguro

“…are you serious?” megumi muttered, blankly staring back at you as you explained the trend you wanted to do with him.

he was used to you coming to ask him to record tiktoks for you, and sometimes be in them, but this? it was ridiculous.

you just came home from your nail appointment, that he obviously paid for, and wanted to post how good they looked on your social media page. you’ve seen other ladies showing off their nails on their boyfriends prints, and it quickly became a viral trend that you wanted to get a part of.

“i’m not lying! and it’s not perverted!-” “it is.” he cut you off, hand gently holding yours as he admired the beautiful nail art adorned on your pretty fingers. you huffed in annoyance, continuing to plead your case. “it’ll be fun! and it’ll only take a few seconds! i promise.” you finished in that tone that you always use to get what you want, and unfortunately for yourself boyfriend, it always works.

he sighed, coming to terms that he was actually about to agree to something so stupid. “fine.” he said, propping his back on your shared bed and getting comfortable as you squealed in excitement, grabbing your phone and quickly picking a sound to record to. his breath hitched slightly when you finally hit record and smoothed your palm over his flaccid print, fingers trailing along him through the soft fabric of his grey sweatpants. your fingers grabbed at him quickly before trailing along him once more for the next few seconds before the audio cut.

he peered over to your phone as you watched the footage back. “my hand holding my phone was too shaky. let’s do it again.” you said promptly, deleting the footage. he sighed, watching as you started the process again, gripping and caressing his dick through his clothes, zooming in on your nails as if that was the center of the video. he stared down at your nails, admiring how good they looked dragging along him. your nail tech did a great job, his money well spent.

the audio cut out again, peeling your hand away to examine the footage once more. he’s now twitching slightly in his pants, need growing from practically being palmed for the past few seconds. you hummed, turning up your screen brightness and watching it over. “it’s too dark in here, turn on the lamp.” he groaned, leaning over to turn on the lamp before settling back down. he knew you liked your videos to come out perfect, but was this serious the time for that?

“i thought you said it would only take a few seconds.” megumi remarked your words sarcastically, watching as you deleted the footage again and started it back up. “i want this to be perfect, baby.” you brushed off, zooming in on your nails once more. this time though, your eyes caught his cock twitch in his pants, growing slightly firmer with each take of the video. you smoothed your hand over his dick, nails lightly scratching over him before splaying your hand over him, rolling it back and forth as the audio cut out once more.

the blush on his face was evident now, watching the recording back on your phone as this time, you pretended to critic the video. you wouldn’t admit it to him, especially now because he would definitely make you stop, but it was fun watching megumi hold back his urges as you teased him through the soft fabric of his pants, watching him slowly twitch to life with every session.

“i just…i don’t like this one. sorry megs, one more time?” you said, hiding your smirk as he begrudgingly agreed. you were obviously having way too much fun with this, continuing to record different videos until he was completely hard under his sweats, bulge threatening to tent in his now restricting confines. “my nails aren’t in good view, i think—” he gripped your wrist, a bit firmer than he meant to and took your phone from you. “it looks fine, keep the video.” he said behind clenched teeth, saving the draft and tossing your now turned off phone somewhere else onto the bed.

you bit back a laugh, looking up at his flushed, irritated face. “you okay, megumi?” you asked coyly, acting oblivious to your mans now tenting erection. he scoffed, dragging your hand back over his bulge, forcing you to palm him. “look at what you’ve done. you think i don’t know that you’re teasing?” his voice laced with irritation, but you knew your boyfriend enough to know he wasn’t truly angry with you. “you this worked up? it’s just a ‘stupid trend’ anyways.” before another snarky remark could leave your lips, he pulled you by your forearm to crash his lips against yours, any remnants of a tease dying down as you melted into the kiss.

“it’s still stupid. now, finish what you started.”

you pulled your boyfriend’s aching cock from the confines of his boxers, rock hard and twitching in your hand, pent up and leaky from your previous teasing. he stared down at your nails, watching as they dragged along him before gripping firm. he shuttered, your warm hand feeling heavenly wrapped around him as you gave slow, teasing strokes up and down.

precum dribbled down from his mushroom tip, head threatening to tilt back as your thumb swiped stripes against his slit, spreading the mess and making each glide slick. he bit back a groan as your hand sped up, heavy lidded eyes admiring your pretty nails on your fingers work to get him off. he twitched violently in your hand again, he always loved when you jacked him off, your hands smaller than his own and struggling to wrap around him. always needing two hands to get the job done.

the room filled with his heavy breathing and rhythmic schlick schlick sounds as his cock throbbed in your hold. you smiled, watching as your boyfriend fell apart by your hands, his eyes practically glued to them as groans slipped from his lips. “your hands are so pretty, baby..” he cooed, hips jerking off softly to chase the warmth of your hands before he even realized it. his precum was leaking obscenely down your knuckles and fingers, some dripping to your fresh polish of your nails as he tilted his head back with a drawn out moan.

you smiled, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his tip, a mumbled ‘thank you’ against him had he leaning his head back forward with a dazed look in his eyes. he could never last long whenever you gave him handjobs, even though your pussy felt way better. with handjobs, he could be selfish and finish as quickly as he wanted to, which he planned on doing. his hand reached for yours, almost covers your smaller ones but keeping your nails in view as he made you get him off at his pace.

he found his hips snapping up faster, practically fucking your hand as he felt his balls tightening with an impending orgasm. “you’re sooo good at this, aren’t you? hand feels so fucking good.” he began to ramble, it began to get messy, his insistent thrusts making small droplets fall onto the sheets below as he bit his lips.

“nghh…shit. ‘finna cum..” he warned with a strained groan, hips losing rhythm and stuttering as he came with a quiet moan. his cum shot out his swollen pink tip, ropes of white landing on his abs as he head tilted back once more. you stroked him through his orgasm, laughing softly as you watched him cum all over himself. the ropes of cum grew weaker, now dripping down his cock and coating your hands.

his erratic breathing began to steady, looking back down at you when you called his name softly. “look, aren’t they prettier than before?” you teased as he took your hand, admiring his cum painted over your nails.

“definitely a whole lot prettier.”

[mebodys]

why is everyone hating on u now that u hit 1k wtf

i dunno 😕

[mebodys]

closet freak nerd!megumi and his pretty gf

nsfw | probably ooc (please don't execute me) | dividers by @pixopix

as much as he tried to deny it, megumi was a freak—an absolute horn-dog when it came to you, but he'd never admit it. not to you, not to anyone else. he doesn't think he deserves your body. so, he keeps to himself. no matter how inconvenient it may be.

last week, exhibit a:

"megs! come here!" you were in the living room, cutely perched on the edge of the couch in only a t-shirt and panties, like you didn't know what it did to him. when he reached the living room and saw you, he felt lightheaded. you were so fucking pretty.

"y-yes..?" he tried not to look down at your bare legs, or your chest through collar the very loose shirt, or at the way your fingers toyed with the tv remote-

"-so can you?" you asked hopefully.

"huh? can i what?"

"watch a movie with me! you can't study all night while i'm here." you looked up at him through your long, gorgeous eyelashes and he felt like he was getting heart palpitations.

"oh. yeah, okay. let me finish up. i'll come back in a minute."

"okay! i'll look for a movie!" you gave him a smile as sweet as sugar and then turned to the tv.

"mhm..." he tried not to obviously rub his thighs together before walking back to his room.

in his room, he quietly jerked off the fastest he had ever in his life.

"megs!" you exclaimed when he finally came back. "what took so long?"

"i made a review for a test after i finished. sorry i took so long." he settled into the couch and let you snuggle into his side. he was grateful it was too dark for you to see the flush on his cheeks.

three days ago, exhibit b:

it was freakishly hot out for random day in spring, so megumi had brought you out to get ice cream. he picked you up and complimented your outfit, like usual, and then he noticed a new bra peeking from under your shirt. it was a different colour than normal. was it new?

"uhm...your bra is showing..."

"i know! it's the style, isn't it cute?"

cute? more like arousing as fuck! 😭✌️

"mhm. it is."

after the drive, when you reached the ice cream parlor, you ordered a vanilla cone and megumi didn't get anything. he didn't fancy sweets.

"do you want some of mine?" you offered as you sat down on the bench with him.

he shook his head, "no thanks, i'm okay."

"okay!" he didn't have to say another word before you started eating.

maybe he should've gotten something for himself. watching you lick around the cone and hum to yourself had poor megumi entranced. he should look away. he needs to look away before-

megumi's cock gave a little jump in his shorts.

fuck.

"i'm going to go to the bathroom. stay right here, okay?"

"mhm!" you didn't look up from the cone, you just kept eating, oblivious to what megumi was about to go do.

he practically ran to the family bathroom, locked the door, and sighed.

here we go again...

tonight, exhibit c:

you and megumi were up late gaming again. you both spent the evening playing a plethora of simulation games together. for a while you were on minecraft, but when you yawned, megumi offered to get off for the night. you'd agreed. after all, doing nothing all day was very tiring.

"okay, night. love you, y/n." he murmured into his mic.

"mmm...night megs..."

after the interaction, you expected megumi to end the call from his computer, you were too tired to reach for your phone. right as you closed your eyes and felt sleep overtake you, a sound came from your phone. one that sounded similar to a whimper. wet, squelching sounds soon followed.

"f-fuck," the wet sound seemed to be getting faster. "fuck- y/n you're so—mmh—so fucking pretty-"

megumi didn't end the call.

and he was...touching himself??? to you????

you were wide awake now. any attempt to sleep would be futile. knowing that your boyfriend—who you thought was super sweet and innocent by the way—was touching himself to the thought or to photos of you made your stomach flip. megumi has a whole album dedicated to you on his phone, too. it makes sense that it would be for...other reasons that aren't memories.

as quietly as possible, you dug through your blanket for your phone, and when you found it, you put yourself on mute.

it sounded distant, but you could hear megumi's uneven breaths clearly enough. you should probably hang up. but hanging up would make a sound that he would definitely hear. then why didn't he hang up properly? did he want you to hear him?

"mmph- y/n- i love you- i love you," he repeated your name multiple times with the occasional voice crack. his voice caught and you heard a loud moan that dwindled down to small pants. "fuck."

he groaned, and you could tell that one was from embarrassment.

"i'm such a mess.."

you heard sheets rumple and then a door click shut. assuming megumi was out of the room, you quickly hung up and hoped he didn't hear the sound from outside the door.

so many thoughts were running through your head, but they were all cancelled out by the heat pooling low in your stomach.

a few minutes later a text from megumi appeared on your screen.

"tonight was fun, i love you. sleep well, pretty <3"

edit: part two here

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[mebodys]

now that the secret's out, how could you not help nerd!megumi ?

part one here | nsfw (bj) | dividers by @pixopix

you were in megumi's bed tonight—curled up in the blankets playing a game on your switch while he was at his desk, studying like always. being in his room after the call incident a few days ago felt weird. it wasn't like you felt uncomfortable around him now, you just felt...expectant for some reason. and a little horny.

after the incident, a few things clicked in your head. why megumi is always excusing himself to the bathroom when he spends the night with you. why he always mutes himself when you call him to ramble. why he always looks so guilty around you. it honestly makes you feel kind of bad that he's had to hide himself for so long. you may be inexperienced, but there's no reason for you to not want to try new things with megumi. maybe you'd try to rile him up a little. you purposely wore one of megumi's shirts with cute pink panties to sleep in. a deadly combo.

you pushed the blanket off and set down your switch and megumi turned to check on you.

"why are you getting up, y/n? do you need me?"

you nodded and walked up next to him to lean on his shoulder.

"can you come to bed, megs..? you've been at the desk since i've got here..." you toyed with his fingertips while you asked. you saw his eyes flick down to your bare legs before coming back up and meeting your eyes.

"y-yeah...anything you want. just let me run to the bathroom really quick."

how did you not notice before? it's really obvious what he's going to do. his ears were red at the tips and he suddenly refused to meet your gaze. right after not-so-subtly looking at your thighs too.

"okay...hurry up, megs..."

he scampered out the room to go to the bathroom.

a minute passed, and then five, and then ten...waiting on him was getting annoying. you walked to the bathroom door and waited a second before knocking.

"megumi? why're you taking so long? you said you'd be quick!" a quiet gasp came from the other side of the door and you heard him clear his throat.

"two minutes, i'll be right out." you sighed and returned back to the room.

megumi did indeed come back after two minutes, and he was visibly flushed, it only got worse after he saw you laying on your stomach on his bed. he had to stifle a groan. he didn't even get to properly finish, but making you wait was not an option.

"megs! come look at this!" you pointed to your nintendo running tomodatchi life and he looked over to see a wedding ceremony.

"is that me..?" he settled on the bed as comfortably as he could.

"mhm! it's us! you proposed to me!"

"i did?" he looked closer and saw a mii that looked exactly like you holding hands with a mii that looked exactly like him at a wedding venue. now he can't help but wonder what you'd look like in a wedding dress in real life. you would look so beautiful. angel-like even.

"look, now we're on our honeymoon!" you chirped.

honeymoon. with you. he would take you to the most stunning beach after the wedding and you both would enjoy being newlyweds for the day. and then at night.....megumi's stomach starts doing flips at the thought of having sex with you. he can almost feel himself harden again...but that's not good. you're sitting right next to him-

"megs..?" your eyes were fixed on his pants.

oh shit.

he followed your gaze and looked down at his lap. there was an embarrassing bulge and a wet patch forming front and centre on his pyjama pants. fuck, he knew he should've properly finished.

"uh- fuck—uhm, this is really embarrassing. i'm sorry, baby i swear it's just water...from the bathroom." he immediately lied, trying to explain while he got off the bed.

"megumi!" you cut him off and grabbed his hand. "it's okay."

"...what?"

"i said it's okay. i can help."

"no, i heard you. you don't have to y/n. don't feel pressured or anything."

"i don't feel pressured." your calm voice actually made megumi believe you wanted to help. but why would a goddess like you want to touch him? he just stared at you in confusion.

you let go of his hand to awkwardly hover them by his waistband.

"can i..?"

"uh...y-yeah." megumi was completely dumbfounded. you, the girl with a body worthy of worship (aka his girlfriend) wanted to touch him.

he let you guide him to sit back on the bed. when you pulled down his pants and saw the strain against his boxers you suddenly felt nervous.

"i've-uhm....i've never done this before." you shyly admitted.

"huh? are you going to use...your mouth..?"

"yeah...i want to try. can you just guide me a little? i want to make you feel good..."

his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "oh yeah. yeah...of course..."

you pulled his boxers down a little and his cock jumped out like you summoned it. in a way you did i suppose. it was prettier than you imagined. its colour was the same pale tone as the rest of megumi's skin and the tip was a light pink. there was a small vein on the underside of his shaft too.

"...y/n..." megumi's face was also pink.

"sorry."

you had no clue what to do first. you took it into your hand and squeezed a little and megumi shivered, but didn't object. starting at the base, you slowly kissed up to the tip.

"nngh- please don't tease me..."

"sorry," you whispered again and then licked over his leaking tip.

"y-yeah....start like that.." his breaths came shorter and shorter the more you licked on his cock. he didn't rush you at all and he clearly didn't plan to because he wouldn't advise you until you changed what you were doing. like he wanted you to take your time and figure him out yourself. once you finally wrapped your lips over his cock he shakily exhaled.

"relax a little...and g-go slow."

when you took a little more into your mouth, megumi's hips twitched. when your nose met the hair on his pelvis and you gagged, you pulled back and slowly started bobbing your head. you remembered seeing a tiktok video that said to eventually start sucking as you moved. you gave an experimental suckle when you pulled back to his tip and he moaned. he clearly liked that every time you'd pull back, you would also suck his tip a bit.

megumi knew he wouldn't last long. either he was insanely easy (he was) or you are a seasoned pro (you were not) but regardless, megumi could feel his orgasm quickly approaching. he could barely keep his voice steady to direct you anymore but you clearly knew how to make him feel good. you miraculously managed not to scrape him with your teeth at all, and anytime you'd push too far and gag he'd shiver. the rawness of it all was too much. he could tell you were trying to make him feel good and that made his cock throb even more because you were doing a damn good job.

"mmh- y/n. wait—m'gonna cum.." his words were slurred from you pulling back to suck on his tip again. fuck. he loved when you did that.

his fingers tightened against the blanket and as he came you pulled back to see his cum spurt out on the blanket and his lower stomach.

megumi's face was overly flushed, his eyes looked heavy and tired, and his thighs twitched from the aftershocks.

"oh my god." he looked at you still between his legs.

"did i do good..?"

"yes. absolutely, baby. that was better than i ever imagined."

"you thought about me doing that..?"

"yes."

"is that what you were thinking about when you were touching yourself after we played minecraft the other night?"

"WHAT?"

"oh yeah...you didn't hang up."

megumi just groaned.

if you liked ts you might like my other megumi works !

kawaiiladygirl's note: i think i have writers block. kawaiiladygirl out !

no usagi, but yunyun ^

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