⋆.˚┊You had a Wet Dream about Megumi.ᐟ
Pairing.ᐟ: Baseball player M. Fushiguro x Shy reader .ᐟ Tags.ᐟ: college au, non curse au, piercings!megumi (snake bites, eyebrow, lobe, outer ear), smut with plot, cursing, teasing, lots of kissing, inner thoughts, mutual yearning, dirty talk, praise, possessive!megumi, misunderstanding!megumi (quickly resolved), pussydrunk!megumi, slighty aggressive!megumi, top!megumi, sub!reader, afab!reader, inexperienced!reader, size difference-ish, masturbastion-ish, bodyworshipping (f!rec), nipple stim (f!rec), overstim, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, clit stim, attempt blowjob, blowjob, cum eating/swallowing, reassurance with kissing, missionary, aftercare, proofread.
⤷ Megumi plays ball.ᐟ ⋆˚࿔ part one .ᐟ
College life has unfolded around you. New faces, crowded lecture halls, the constant assignments stacking faster than you could finish them. Everything felt unfamiliar, unpredictable, and then…
There was Megumi.
He is everything you could ever ask for.
Caring.
Calls or texts you whenever he can, just to hear from you.
Slipping off his hoodie or jacket without a second thought, draping it over you the moment you feel cold.
Carrying your bags without asking.
Thoughtful.
Notices you struggling to open something and comes over to help.
Remembering the small things you like.
Sharing his food when you’re interested in what he ordered.
Being cute without even noticing it.
Smiling at you when you’re being yourself.
Writing your name absentmindedly on his assignments.
Entering your room after practice just to sit with you, to exist in the same space.
But then his actions make you feel hot and bothered.
Laughing, showing off his beautiful teeth.
Undressing while you’re in the room.
The way his hand would settle against your cheek or your thigh when kissing.
He was, without a doubt, the best boyfriend you could ever imagine.
Most of your dates were planned by him. Carefully thought out, down to the smallest detail. Being with him, you’d come to realize just how much of a perfectionist he was. He paid attention and learned from you. And every time, he made sure you felt happy.
Although, you couldn’t help but crave something a little more…
Intimate.
After a long day buried in textbooks and scribbled notes, exhaustion clung to you like a second skin. All you wanted was to be near Megumi.
You knock softly on his door, tapping out the familiar rhythm of a song you both loved.
“It’s open,” his voice comes from inside.
You step in, immediately noticing the neatly folded pajama pants and a black sweater laid out on his cozy duvet.
Aww it's the Badtz-maru pajama pants I got him for Christmas.
A small smile tugs at your lips.
Is he planning on wearing them tonight?? He's so cute!
The sound of the shower running fills the room, leaving a cool chill in its wake. You rub your arms, fingers brushing over the oversized jersey you borrowed from him, the temperature making you shiver.
“Sorry I couldn’t make it to your practice,” you call out, settling onto the edge of his bed beside the carefully placed clothes. “Professor Higuruma gave us this brutal project, so I had to ask Kamo for help.”
A brief pause.
“You went to Kamo?” Megumi says from the bathroom, a hint of jealousy beneath his tone. “You should've just come to me.”
“I couldn’t do that,” you reply quickly, shaking your head even though he can’t see you. “You had your own things going on. I didn’t want you dropping everything just to help me.”
The shower cuts off.
You straighten slightly, heart giving a small, anticipatory beat as the bathroom door opens.
“I would drop everything for you.”
Megumi steps out, a towel slung low around his waist, his damp hair falling over his eyes. Droplets of water trace paths down his muscular frame.
Your gaze dips instantly, heat rushing to your cheeks.
You’ve seen him like this before… So why does it still feel like this?
“You’re too sweet to me, Gumi,” you murmur, fidgeting with your fingers, your voice softer than before.
Megumi walks over to you, his steps quiet. His fingers brush gently against your face, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, guiding your gaze up to meet his.
“Come to me when you need help,” he says lowly.
His hand lingers, sliding from your hair to rest against your cheek. The touch of his palm makes you instinctively lean into it, your breath catching just a little.
“Mhm,” you nod, feeling the flusterness hit your ears.
“Good.” A small, satisfied smile curves on his lips.
Seriously Gumi. Why do you have to look at me like that?
“Remember that restaurant we saw by the beach?” he asks.
Before you can answer, his towel drops, and he steps into his boxers, casually picking the towel back up to hang it in the bathroom. Your eyes dart to his hygiene products.
“Yeah! Why?” you ask, handing him the deodorant from the nightstand.
He takes it with a nod, applying it before pulling his sweater over his head, straightening it to sit properly on him. He glances at you.
“You liked how it looked,” he says simply. “So I made reservations. Tomorrow at six.”
He ties the strings of his pants, like what he just said wasn’t enough to make your heart stumble.
“Gumi, that place looked expensive… you didn’t have to—”
Your words are cut off as his hands come up to cradle your face, warm and smooth, pulling you into a kiss.
It’s deeper than you expect. It's consuming you. The kind that steals your breath and your thoughts all at once. You fall back against the bed without realizing it, he leans over you, one hand still holding you by the cheek.
When he finally pulls back, your lips barely part before he speaks.
“Stop worrying.”
His voice is softer now as his lips brushing along your jaw, then lower, trailing warmth against your skin.
“I want to spoil you.”
You gasp softly as his hands slip beneath your oversized shirt, fingertips brushing along the sides of your stomach before settling there.
“Gumi…” his name leaves your lips in a quiet, breathy sound.
He presses light kisses along your neck, before pulling back just enough to look at you.
“Hm?” he whispers, gaze dropping to yours with his green, hooded eyes, like he’s completely lost in you.
Come on, say something! Why does he have to look at me like that?!
“What are you wearing tomorrow… for our reservation?” you blurt out.
There was a shift in the air.
Megumi rolls onto his side, reaching for his phone on the nightstand, his expression easing back into something more composed.
“The place has good ratings,” he says, glancing at the screen. “So… something comfortable, but still appropriate.”
I’m such an idiot. Why did I ask what he’s wearing to the restaurant?
The thought settles heavy in your chest as you move closer, resting your head against him. His heartbeat is a little faster than usual.
His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you in securely against him.
“Knowing you,” you say softly, tracing small patterns against his sweater, “we’re going to walk on the beach after, right?”
His chest rises with a soft chuckle.
“Yeah,” he says, fingers slipping into your hair, gently smoothing it back. “There’s supposed to be a full moon.”
He pauses, thumb brushing lightly against your scalp.
“And I want to take more pictures of you.”
“Gumi… you already have enough,” you mumble, hiding your face deeper into his chest.
“I’ll never have enough of you,” Megumi replies, looking down at you with a small, genuine smile.
“Stop being so cute,” you protest, lightly hitting his chest.
“I’m not being cute,” he says, calm as ever. “Just addressing how I feel about my girlfriend.”
“Whatever,” you pout, though your voice softens. “Nobara wants to go shopping in the morning.”
“Of course,” he states, rolling his eyes slightly, already sounding less than thrilled that your time with him would be taken away.
“I’ll find something cute for your little photo collection,” you tease, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’d like that, huh?”
You tilt your head, lashes fluttering in a playful manner, making Megumi falter.
“Shut up,” he mutters, turning his face, but not before you feel his heartbeat pick up beneath your hand, giving him away.
The night settles into something easy after that. You talk about classes, baseball practice, nothing and everything, words blending together until they fade into silence. At some point, without either of you noticing, you drift off, wrapped up in each other, his arm secure around you. But even as the room falls still, your mind doesn’t.
Your mind keeps circling back to him.
Megumi.
To the warmth of his hands earlier… the way they rested just underneath your shirt. The way they could’ve moved higher, slower, more certain. The thought alone sends a heat through you, making your breath hitch.
His fingers brush faintly against your side, no longer hesitant. Megumi hovers closer to your face, his gaze dark and focused as he pulls your shirt over your head, discarding it until there’s nothing left between his eyes and your skin.
He leans down, his kisses trailing a path of fire down your stomach. When his teeth graze the sensitive point of your breast, a erotic whimper breaks from your throat, his name a plea on your tongue.
His hands travel lower, hooking into the waistband of your shorts and pulling them away with your underwear in one fluid motion, tossing them into the shadows of the floor. Megumi slides toward the foot of the bed, his rough palms wrapping firmly around your thighs. With a sudden, commanding tug, he pulls you down the mattress until you’re flush against him, his face inches from your cunt.
“And you just left? At three in the morning? Because you were embarrassed?” Nobara says, punctuating the question with a loud, unapologetic slurp of her lemonade. She’s leaning in, every bit of her attention locked onto you, clearly infested in your story.
You wince, your cheeks still burning from the dream. Megumi was right beside you, sleeping, peacefully. The waking realization had been a jolt to your system; you’d scrambled out of his bed, pressing a peck to his forehead before bolting into the hallway.
Back in your own room, the shower had felt less like a necessity and more like a cleansing. You’d scrubbed at your skin, trying to wash away the lingering ghost of the excitement that still beamed at your skin, leaving you restless.
Now, hours later, walking the mall with Nobara, the cool air does nothing to soothe your racing pulse.
“Yes! Nobara, it felt too real!” you hiss, pressing cold palms to your flushed face. “I don’t want to have dreams like that when he’s… I don't even know if he’s like that.”
“How do you even know? You two have been together for what? Seven months?” Nobara takes another noisy pull from her drink.
“Eight months and six days,” you mutter, the specificity of the count betraying just how much space he takes up in your head.
“And you two haven’t fucked?” She states, her voice loud enough to make a passing shopper turn.
You gently slap her arm. “Nobara! Keep your voice down!”
She just tilts her head, entirely unbothered. “Why? Are you a virgin or something?”
Nobara, you’re killing me here!
You nod, confirming her suspicion.
“Figures,” she says, the word landing with a casual, brutal honesty as she walks into a clothing store.
You follow her, the bell above the door chiming, and you can’t help the insecurity that pricks at you. “Do I really scream ‘virgin’?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. “Is it really that obvious?”
Nobara unexpectedly holds a flowery maxi dress up against your body. She squinting at the fabric, then at you, making you freeze in place.
“You practically exude virgin energy,” she says flatly, hanging the dress back on the rack and reaching for another. “It’s like a scent.”
“Gosh, do you think… Do you think he knows?” your voice cracking slightly. You’re hopefully wishing for her to tell you that you look experienced, but the look she gives you says otherwise.
“When he talked to Yuuji about it, he didn’t seem to care,” Nobara remarks, already drifting toward the shoe department with a purposeful stride.
“What?!” You step quickly after her, darting around a mannequin that blocks your path to her. “He talks to Yuuji about—about that?!”
“No, girl.” She waves a dismissive finger, her eyes rolling so hard they might disappear. “Yuuji was the one being a brat. He wanted to know if ‘his homeboy finally got some action.’” She mimics Yuuji’s boisterous tone perfectly, making you want to shrink into the floor.
“W-what did Megumi say?” you ask, your voice small, your heart hammering against your ribs.
Nobara stops. She turns to you, her expression shifting. She adjusts her posture, narrowing her eyes into a dull, stoic gaze that is hauntingly accurate to Megumi’s. “Fushiguro just looked at him like he was an idiot and said, ‘From the way she kisses me with such gentle care... seeing her like that is not necessary.’”
Your heart does a painful somersault.
Megumi... Why did he have to be so incredibly sweet while I'm busy being a total pervert!?
The guilt and the affection swirl together, making your cheeks feel like they’re literally on fire.
“He... he said that?”
Nobara nods, her playful mockery fading into a dry, analytical stare. “Which means he’s being a gentleman. Which also means,” she adds, her tone going flat and practical, “if you want him to fuck you, you’re going to have to be the one to initiate it.”
You feel a surge of sudden determination. You reach out, grabbing Nobara’s hand and cradling it between yours like a lifeline. “Nobara,” you breathe, your eyes wide. “Teach me. Teach me your ways.”
A slow, wicked smirk spreads across her face. “Now we’re getting somewhere. My methods? They’ll have that V-card gone by tonight.”
You gasp, the air catching in your throat.
Tonight?
The word echoes in your mind, followed immediately by a mental checklist.
I need a full ‘everything’ shower. I need to exfoliate. I need... oh god, what if he says no? What if I trip and fall?
Nobara’s fingers snap sharply in front of your nose, breaking the spiral.
“Hey! Stop looking like a lost puppy.”
She hooks her arm through yours, her grip firm, dragging you toward the back of the store. “Focus. We’re going to the swimwear aisle,” she declares, loud enough to turn heads. “You’re ready to handle this, okay? You're ready to take that dick.”
“Nobara! Please! Stop saying things like that out loud!” you squeal, burying your face in your free hand.
“What?” Nobara stops abruptly, her hand hovering over a rack of vibrant fabric. She turns to you, her eyes narrowed with curiosity.
“Is he… big or something? Is that why you’re acting like this?”
“I-I don’t know.” Your eyes gaze away, suddenly finding the fluorescent lights of the mall deeply fascinating. “I don’t look.”
“Sweetheart. Are you for real right now?” She stares at you, genuine shock momentarily breaking through her smug exterior. “Doesn’t he change while you’re in the room?”
You pathetically nod.
“Listen, I feel like it’s wrong to stare,” you explain, the words tumbling out in a defensive rush. “He’s comfortable with me. He trusts me to be in his space, and I don’t want to ruin that by being weird and—”
“Stop. Stop with the excuses,” Nobara cuts you off, waving a hand as if to swat your logic out of the air. “He is your boyfriend, for crying out loud. You have the right to look.” She shakes her head, her expression one of pure, unadulterated disapproval.
“I suppose,” you murmur, looking down at your shoes. A heavy, familiar blanket of guilt settles over your shoulders. You feel like a child being scolded for failing a test you didn't even know you were taking.
“You’re so hopeless,” Nobara sighs, though there’s a flicker of excitement in her eyes as she plucks a bikini from the rack. It’s a sunset gradient, shimmering orange and pink, with tiny bows perched on the hips. “This. This will work. Now, we just need a cover-up to build the suspense.”
“Nobara,” you say, pointing a trembling finger at the scraps of fabric in her hand. “That… that doesn’t look like it would cover anything.”
“That is literally the point,” she says, rolling her eyes so hard you’re surprised they don't get stuck. “‘Ms. I Don't Look At My Boyfriend's Cock When It's Presented To Me On A Silver Platter.’”
She isn’t going to let this go. You can already tell this is going to be a recurring theme in her teasing for the next three years.
You let out a long, defeated sigh. “I get it. I’m a total idiot for not being a voyeur in my own relationship.”
Nobara scoffs, already marching back toward the dresses. She snatches a long, black mesh cover-up with a leg slit that starts near the upper thigh.
“Well,” Nobara says, a sinister smirk stretching across her lips. “Tonight, you won’t just be looking.”
The walk back to the dorms is a blur of Nobara’s voice ringing in your ears like a drill sergeant. You find yourself mentally reciting her "Commandments of Seduction" as if you're prepping for a final exam.
Show more skin. Touch him when he isn't expecting it. When you kiss him, do it with greed.
You feel ridiculous. It feels impossible.
This is so stupid. I’m going to trip, or say something weird, or he’s going to look at me like I’ve lost my mind. I’m going to make a total fool of myself in front of the one person I want to impress.
A sudden buzz in your pocket makes you jump, the vibration rattling against your hip. You fumble for your phone while kicking your dorm room door open, balancing your shopping bags against your knee.
It’s Megumi. Even just seeing his name on the screen, makes that tight knot in your stomach loosen, just for a second.
(Gumi! ♥︎): How was shopping?
(You): It was really good! I bought something out of my comfort zone.
(Gumi! ♥︎): Did Kugisaki peer-pressure you into something ridiculous?
You huff a laugh, sending back a sticker of a chubby white cat shaking its head.
(Gumi! ♥︎): That’s good. I’ll head over to your dorm after I finish with training.
You "heart" the message, your thumb hovering over the screen.
(Gumi! ♥︎): Can I at least see what you got beforehand?
(You): Nope! It’s a surprise. You’ll have to wait.
To soften the blow, you attach a picture of a golden retriever winking cheekily.
(Gumi! ♥︎): Fine. Love you, cold-hearted girl.
You giggle at his reference to the song “Go Away” by Weezer and Best Coast.
(You): I loveee you too, stupid boy!
As you toss your bags onto your desk chair and turn toward your bed, something catches the light. Resting right in the center of your pillow is a small, beaded bracelet. You pick it up, the cool glass beads smooth against your fingers. It’s a simple, thoughtful pattern, alternating beads the exact shade of your eyes and Megumi’s forest green ones.
Your heart performs a little flutter. You snap a quick photo of it, your face slightly heating up.
(You): I just found it! Thank you so much, it’s beautiful!!
(Gumi! ♥︎): It’s nothing. Don’t mention it.
Typical Megumi. You send a cat sticker kissing the screen.
It’s time.
The "everything" shower is a steam and expensive smelling hibiscus scrub. As you get ready, your mind is a chaotic loop of Megumi, the way his hair feels between your fingers, the low vibration of his voice, and the way he looks at you.
Finally, you stand before the full-length mirror, putting on the finishing touches. The black mesh cover-up clings to your curves, the sunset-colored bikini peeking through. You look like someone who knows exactly what they’re doing, even if your hands are shaking as you adjust the strap.
You got this. Just be natural. Nobara said be forward. Easy. Simple.
You let out a long, dramatic sigh, dropping your head back.
But I’m not forward! Especially not about… that!
You groan internally, a wave of affection hitting you.
Megumi, why do you have to be such a gentleman? Why can’t you just make the first move and save me from myself?
You reach down, fidgeting with the new bracelet on your wrist, the beads clicking softly together, calming your nerves, at least until a sound at the door makes your heart stop.
It’s the specific beat of your favorite song, signaling that he’s here.
“One moment!” you call out.
Footsteps are heard from outside of your dorm room.
You hear his footsteps shift outside, a soft scuffle of sneakers against the carpet. Taking a final, steadying breath, you grab your purse, give your reflection one last panicked nod, and swing the door open.
“Hi, Gumi,” you say, forcing a sweet smile.
He’s dressed simply, but on him, it’s alluring. A soft grey sweater that clings to his broad shoulders, crisp black slacks, and navy blue sneakers. The black of his usual jewelry and piercings catches the hallway light, giving him that effortless, edgy grace he wears so well.
Honestly, is it even legal to look that good? you wonder, your throat going dry.
“Hey.” Megumi doesn't just look at you; he observes you, his gaze traveling unapologetically from the hem of your dark dress up to your eyes. “You look gorgeous.”
“T-thank you,” you mumble, the heat rising to your ears as you instinctively look away. “You... you look really handsome.”
He lets out a light, breathy chuckle, a sound that always makes your knees feel like jelly. He reaches out, taking your hand in his, and presses a small kiss to your knuckles. It’s a classic Megumi move, a small ritual he performs every date, and yet it still makes you swoon as if it were the first time.
“Let’s go,” he says softly, his fingers interlacing with yours as he leads you outside to his sleek black Mustang.
He holds the car door open for you, waiting until you’re settled before closing it with a solid thud. As he climbs into the driver's seat and the engine roars to life.
The drive is pleasant, the usual comfortable back-and-forth about his baseball training and how the week has treated you, but your mind is miles away from the conversation.
Nobara said car sex is a classic for a reason, a voice in your head whispers. Now that you’re actually sitting in the plush, low-lit interior of his car, the thought is intoxicating. Would he even agree to that? No, no, don't be crazy. But goodness, he looks so good right now. I can almost imagine it. Him taking me in the backseat, and—
“You’re making that face again,” Megumi’s voice cuts through the fog of your fantasy.
“W-what face?” you squeak. You try to fix your gaze on the dashboard, fighting the urge to let your eyes wander down to his lap, exactly where Nobara told you to look.
“The face you make when you’re overthinking,” he says.
The car engine begins to go quiet, turning into a parking lot nestled perfectly between the beach waves and the warm glow of the restaurant. He shifts the car into park but doesn't move to get out. Instead, he turns in his seat to face you.
“But you’re squirming more,” he notes, his head tilting slightly. “Care to enlighten me on something?”
“It’s nothing! I’m just... really hungry!” you squeal, the lie sounding fake even to your own ears. You’re visibly mortified that he caught you mid-spiral.
“Okay,” he says, with a genuine laugh huffing from his chest as he kills the engine. “We’re here, so you don't have to yearn for it much longer.”
I’m yearning, alright, but it’s definitely not for the appetizers, Megumi.
He steps out of the car and circles around to your side. When he opens your door and offers his hand. You take it with a shy murmur of thanks, feeling the contrast of his cool skin against your heated palms.
As you stand, he slides an arm around your waist, pulling you just a fraction closer. The sudden contact makes you gasp softly, the scent of his husky cologne enveloping you completely.
“They’re supposed to have a live performance tonight,” Megumi says, guiding you toward the grand entrance of the restaurant. His hand stays on your waist, a possessive, grounding touch. “I have a feeling you’re going to love it.”
“I will! I can already tell!” you reply, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. You’re desperate to drown out the echoes of Nobara’s voice and the vivid images of his backseat that are still dancing behind your eyelids.
Megumi smiles as he leads you inside, and the interior is breathtaking. Thousands of delicate fairy lights are draped across the ceiling, reflecting off the floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a scenic view of the sea. In the center of the room, a small, unlit, stage.
He speaks to the host, and then takes your hand, leading you to a semi-private booth with a perfect view of the platform.
As you set your purse down and slide onto the seat, Megumi reaches for a menu. That’s when you see it, peeking out from beneath the cuff of his grey sweater.
The same bracelet you have on your wrist.
“Aw! Gumi! We’re matching!” You beam, holding your arm up.
He glances down at his own wrist. “Yeah. We are.” He meets your eyes, his expression softening into something so tender it almost hurts to look at. “I had a feeling you’d find it cute.”
Suddenly, Nobara’s voice flashes through your mind like a neon sign: Get touchy with him. Don’t be afraid of your own boyfriend.
The table feels like a mile-long barrier between you. You look at his strong hand resting on the table.
Your hand slides across the tablecloth landing over his. He doesn't pull away; instead, he lets out an accepting hum.
“You know me too well, Gumi,” you say, your voice softening as you offer him a small smile.
“How could I not?” he asks, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Especially when you show such painfully obvious signs of interest.”
You look away, bashfully, but Nobara’s voice is screaming in your head to keep going. Painfully obvious? I’ll show him obvious.
Swallowing down your anxious feelings, you slip your foot out to drag it up his leg, the fabric of his slacks a rough contrast against your sandal toes. You move higher, drawing dangerously close to his crotch.
Megumi’s smirk vanishes, replaced by a sharp, choked-off groan. His fingers tighten around yours almost painfully. But before he can utter a word, a shadow falls over the table. You jerk your foot back as if you’ve been burned, your heart leaping into your throat as a waitress appears beside the booth.
“Megumi,” she says, her voice bright and teasing. “Is this her?”
You look up, your face surely showing panic.
“Yes, Tsumiki. It is,” Megumi says, his voice remarkably calm, though you notice he hasn't quite caught his breath yet.
Tsumiki? As in, Megumi’s sister?
Your brain short-circuits. You were just inches away from a scandalous move, and his sister had been standing right there.
I feel like a total creep!!
“I’ve heard such great things about you,” Tsumiki says, leaning in with a genuine smile. You try to hide behind your menu, peeping over the top of it with wide eyes. “Thank you for dating my grumpy brother. He greatly needs someone as delightful as you to balance him out.”
Megumi scoffs, his gaze dropping back to his menu in a classic display of Fushiguro moodiness. The sight of him being teased by his sister is so endearing that your nerves finally settle into a giggle.
“You’re just as sweet as he is,” you tell her, finding your courage. “I’m really, really grateful to be with him.”
As the words leave your mouth, you steal a glance at Megumi. He’s already looking at you, a soft, unmistakable smile playing on his lips, the kind of look he only saves for you.
Tsumiki beams, then turns her attention back to Megumi. “I’m guessing you want the usual, hm?”
Megumi offers a short, decisive nod, handing his menu back to Tsumiki with a familiarity that tells you he’s done this a thousand times.
“Anything catching your eye?” Tsumiki asks, her voice bright as she turns her attention to you.
Your brain feels like it’s trapped in smoke. Between the shock of seeing her and the mental list of Nobara’s "seduction rules" currently looping in your head, the text on the menu has become a meaningless jumble of letters.
Your heart is still thumping against your ribs from your failed "bold move" under the table.
“Um...” You scan the page unthinkingly, your eyes landing on the first thing that looks recognizable. “I’ll just do the number four. And pineapple juice, please.”
You hand the menu to her with a slightly shaky hand, offering a shy smile that you hope doesn't look as nervous as you feel.
“Coming right up!” Tsumiki says with a wink before spinning on her heel and heading toward the kitchen.
The moment she’s out of range, you lean across the table, your voice in a hushed blabber. “Megumi! You didn’t tell me your sister worked here! I probably look so stupid! Did I look weird? I feel like I have ‘clueless’ written across my forehead!”
Megumi lets out a soft, amused huff, rolling his eyes. “Please. You’re not an idiot." he says, his voice dropping into something soothing. His fingers give you a reassuring squeeze around your hand. “She already loves you. Besides, you never asked where she worked, so I didn’t see the need to give you an itinerary.”
You spend the next few minutes peppered with curiosity, asking him small questions about Tsumiki until she returns, balancing two steaming, fragrant plates.
“Enjoy, you two!” she chirps. You both offer a chorus of thanks as the rich aroma of the food fills the space between you.
You carefully smooth the linen napkin over your lap, trying to focus on your meal, but your eyes keep betraying you. Megumi’s plate looks and smells intoxicatingly good. You find yourself staring at his portion with a look of pure, undisguised interest.
Megumi doesn’t say a word. He just spears a perfect, steaming morsel with his fork and turns it toward you.
“Hm?” you blink up at him in confusion.
“Try it,” he says, his voice even. He moves the fork closer to your lips, his eyes lock onto yours, watching your reaction with an intensity that makes your breath catch. “I think you’ll like it.”
Why do you have to be so thoughtful? You’re making it impossible for me to be 'freaky' when you’re being this perfect.
You lean in and take the fork between your lips, the flavors exploding on your tongue. It’s delicious, rich and savory.
“Yummy!” you exclaim, instinctively hovering a hand over your mouth as you finish the bite. “That’s amazing. I’m definitely ordering that next time.”
Megumi just gives you a small, satisfied smile and a nod, returning to his meal.
Then, your brain betrays you. Nobara’s voice echoes in your head like a relentless mantra: Touch him more. Be bold. Be direct with your actions.
Gulping down a sip of juice to ease your worries, you slip your foot back out. You find his leg under the table, feet sliding against his slacks.
Megumi nearly chokes on a bite of his food, his shoulders tensing instantly.
“What are you—” he starts, his voice strained, but he’s cut off as the restaurant lights suddenly plunge into a moody dimness.
The shift in atmosphere pulls both of your attention toward the stage, where an announcer is introducing the live band. With a frustrated sigh, you involuntarily pull your leg away.
Why does everything keep interrupting me? I’m trying so hard to be 'forward,' but God is saying “no.”
As the music starts, the performance is so captivating that your internal panic finally begins to fade away. You find yourself actually relaxing, leaning into the melody and simply enjoying Megumi’s presence in front of you. For a moment, the "seduction mission" takes a backseat to the genuine magic of the date.
Tsumiki returns to the table to drop off the bill. Megumi handles it with efficiency, paying the total in full before you can even reach for your purse. You try to catch a glimpse of the price on the receipt, fear across your face, at the thought of a terrifying total, but he folds the paper with a flick of his wrist and tucks it deep into his pocket.
“Gumi, how much was it?” you ask, your tone bordering on a frantic whisper.
“Cheap,” he says shortly, though the faint smirk on his face suggests otherwise. He slides out of the booth and stands, offering his hand to help you up. “Now, let’s go walk off all that food.”
“If you say so, Gumi,” you murmur, following him out into the cool evening air.
The parking lot is quiet, the salty scent of the ocean much stronger now. When you reach the Mustang, he presses a button on his key fob, and the trunk pops open with a soft thud.
“Mhm,” Megumi hums absently. Right there in the shadows of the car, he starts to shed his clothes. He pulls the grey sweater over his head, revealing the muscle of his torso before he’s just in his swim shorts he had on underneath his slacks. He throws his clothes and shoes into the trunk, sliding into a pair of black flip-flops.
Take a glance. Just one glance, Nobara’s voice prompts in your mind. Don’t be a coward. Look at him.
You steal a look, but the moment your eyes drift toward his v-line, your heart hammers against your ribs so hard you have to look away. You start to peel off your black cover-up dress, your hands shaking slightly as you reveal the sunset-gradient bikini.
I can’t do it! I’m such a wuss! you scream internally, feeling exposed in the moonlight.
“Wow.”
The word is quiet. You look up to find Megumi standing there, a digital camera hanging from a strap around his neck. His eyes are scanning you, trailing over the bright colors of the suit and the skin you’d kept hidden all night.
“You’re… showing a lot of skin,” he says, his voice dropping an octave, sounding both surprised and deeply, undeniably affected.
“I-is that bad?” you whisper, the question barely escaping as you tuck your dress safely into the corner of the trunk. Your fingers brush against two fluffy beach towels stored further back, and you grab them, needing something to hold onto.
“No.” He says. He takes the towels from you and tucks them effortlessly under his arm, never breaking his gaze. He looks you up and down again this time, it’s not a quick glance, but an appreciative sweep that makes your skin prickle. “I’m definitely going to be taking a lot of pictures.”
You instinctively bring your hands up to cover your flaming face, a helpless laugh escaping you. “Gumi!”
“Don’t hide your face,” he says, his voice dropping to something calming. He closes the trunk with his free hand, and a small, genuine smile breaks across his stoic features. “That’s the best part.”
Peering behind your fingers, you see his pretty face.
Stop with your silly words!
“Come on,” he urges softly, holding out his hand. His grip is warm and comforting against your cold, nervous fingers. “The moonlight won’t last forever.”
He gently pulls you toward the sandy path that leads to the beach. This is a tradition you two had even before you started dating. Walking together in the moonlight always brings a flood of perfect, easy memories, and he always ends up capturing the best, most unguarded photos of you. The thought helps the rest of your anxiety melt away.
“Don’t move.” Megumi says, making you stop in your tracks.
“Another picture?”
“Yeah.”
He drops the towels onto the beach and stands back to take a picture.
“The moon is at the perfect angle.” He says taking a picture. “It's making you glow.”
Growing positive by his words, you strike a quick, playful pose that makes him crack another beautiful smile.
“Perfect. You look amazing,” he says, taking another shot.
A rush of pure, intense heat floods your cheeks and ears. Ah! Don’t say stuff like that, Gumi! You’re making it impossible to be ‘bold’!
“Okay.” He walks back up to you. Before you can react, he snakes his free hand around the small of your back, pulling you against his side. The sudden closeness steals your breath. “Smile.”
He angles the camera high above his head with his other arm, ready to take a quick couple’s selfie.
And then, it flashes in your mind. Nobara’s voice, relentlessly nagging at you: Kiss him with more intensity. Take what’s yours.
Your heart rate quickens, but this time, you cup his cheek with your palm, gently but firmly turning his face toward yours. In that split second, you capture his lips.
The camera flashes, the sudden burst of light startling him, but he immediately pulls the camera down to let it rest around his neck. His full, unwavering focus shifts entirely to you.
His hands wrap around your back, pulling you flush against him, and in his haste.
He pulls back just an inch, his eyes longing and searching. “You have been... incredibly bold today.”
“S-sorry,” you stutter out, the reality of what you just did hitting you. Your confidence evaporates instantly. “I... I just really wanted to kiss you.”
“Don’t apologize,” he says quickly, cutting off your retreat. He tightens his grip on your waist, pulling your body even closer until there’s not a trace of space between you. His voice, balanced and devastatingly sincere. “I’m your boyfriend. You have the right to kiss me whenever you want.”
You offer a small nod, your heart still erratic from the kiss.
“It’s getting late,” Megumi says, his voice a bit more strained than usual as he bends down to retrieve the sand-dusted towels. “We should probably head back.”
Your stomach drops.
Did I ruin it? Did I push too hard? A wave of defeat washes over you. I should just give up. He clearly doesn't see me that way, and I don't want to force something that isn't—
“Can you spend the night in my dorm?” Megumi asks, stopping your thoughts from furthering deeper. He isn't looking at you, but his words cover with emotion you can't quite place. “I want to wake up with you next to me.”
Your heart skips. Wait. Is this it? Is this the chance?
“Mhm! I’d love to,” you manage to say, trying to sound casual. “And sorry about this morning. Nobara was… insistent about leaving early.”
He just nods, and begins the walk back to the car. You follow behind, your mind already racing to plan your next move.
The drive back to the university is suffocatingly quiet. Only the radio acting as white noise. It isn’t the comfortable, companionable silence you usually share; it’s heavy and drizzled with thin air. Why is he so quiet? Did I say something wrong?
You steal glances at him, his unreadable features set as he stares at the road ahead.
He pulls into the dormitory lot and reverses into a spot with a sharp, aggressive precision. Before you can even get a word out to ask if he’s okay, he’s already out of the car. He marches to your side, yanking the door open and offering a hand that feels tense as he pulls you out.
He doesn't wait for a "thank you." Instead, he keeps a firm grip on your hand and begins leading you toward the building at a frantic pace.
“Megumi! Slow down!” you gasp, your sandals clicking rapidly against the pavement as you try to keep up with his long, fast strides.
He doesn't answer. He reaches his door and fumbles with his keys, his movements uncharacteristically rushed, needing both hands to get the lock to turn.
“Megumi, honey, what’s wrong?”
He lets out a heavy, ragged exhale through his nose, the sound of someone trying very hard to keep their composure, and walks into the room. You follow, locking the door, taking off your shoes.
Megumi takes a few steps toward his desk, setting his camera down.
“Are you seeing someone else?” he asks. He stays perfectly still, his muscular back turned toward you.
“What?” The question is so absurd it leaves you breathless.
Megumi spins around, his eyes burning with a mixture of hurt and fierce possessivity. He closes the distance between you, his presence so overwhelming that you instinctively back up until your shoulders hit the cold, hard surface of the door.
“Are you…” He slams his hands onto the door on either side of your head, not to hurt you, but with a kind of aggression that traps you between his arms. “...seeing someone else?”
“N-no! Megumi, no!” you stammer, your eyes wide as you look up at him.
The only time you saw him so angry was at playoffs, yelling at his teammates for minor mistakes. But never at you.
Your hands waving, frighteningly, trying to dismiss his question. “Why would you even think that?”
“You lied to me on the beach,” Megumi says, his voice vibrating with a tension you can’t escape. “You left my room at three in the morning, and I highly doubt Kugisaki is ever awake at that hour. I want the truth. I want to know the real reason you ran away.”
“I—”
Forcing the words out as you avert your gaze, unable to look him in the eye. “I had a wet dream… about you.”
Megumi’s hands drop from the door, his posture momentarily faltering. “What?”
“Yes! I left because I was mortified,” you say, the confession tumbling out in a shameful rush. You look down at your feet, your face burning. “In the dream, you were… you were pleasuring me. It felt wrong to wake up and see you sleeping right beside me, so peaceful and completely unaware of the things I was thinking about you.”
“That explains the noises, then,” he says.
Your eyes snap up, widening in pure horror. “N-noises?”
“I probably would have stayed asleep,” he continues, “if you hadn’t been moaning in your sleep.”
A sharp gasp escapes you. You feel like you might actually melt into the floor. “Gosh! Megumi, I’m so sorry—I didn't mean to—”
“Don’t be sorry.” He steps back into your personal space, closing the gap until you can feel the heat radiating off his chest. “After you bolted out the door, I had to stroke myself.. Imagining that I was the one actually making those sounds come out of you. I guess I don’t have to imagine it anymore.”
A smirk appears on his lips.
“Megumi, I…” You trail off, your mind spinning with new information. You weren't expecting Megumi to do such a thing, especially to your voice alone.
“Is that why you were teasing me at dinner?” he asks. His hand travels down, his fingers catching the bow string that hangs from your bikini bottom and giving it a deliberate tug.
“Mhm,” you breathe, finally meeting his gaze. The honesty feels electric. “Nobara gave me some… advice. She told me ways to make you want me. In that way.”
“Tch.” He lets out a dry, mocking scoff. “Don't take her advice. You don't need games for this. I would have fucked you months ago if you had just asked.”
“What?! R-really?” The bluntness of his words leaves you reeling.
“Yes.” He leans in closer, his thumb grazing the skin just above the waistband of your bikini. “I’m never going to say ‘no’ to you.”
“Gumi… I-I had no idea you’d be okay with any of that.”
“You never asked,” he says softly, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. “And apparently, I know how to control myself a lot better than you do.”
“Hey! I can control myself!” you protest, though the way your heart is racing makes it a blatant lie.
He lets out an amused hum as he leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Is that so?”
His kisses turn wet and tantalizing, his mouth opening against your skin. “Tell me about that dream,” he murmurs against the nape of your neck, making your head tilt up, giving him access. “Tell me exactly what I was doing to you.”
“Mm... Gumi! That’s... embarrassing.” You gasp the words out, your voice sounding weak.
“Tell me.” He doesn't just ask; he demands it, his voice vibrating against your skin. His hands slip down, gripping the back of your thighs with a possessive strength as he lifts you effortlessly against him, never breaking the trail of hot kisses he's burning into your neck.
You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist for support, burying your face in his shoulder as he carries you over to the bed. When your back softly hits the mattress, the shift from his arms to the soft sheets is jarring, but he’s immediately over you, trapping you with his body.
“S-so... you were touching me, and... Gumi!” You let out a sharp, choked gasp as you feel his teeth glaze over your collarbone.
“Where?” He stops, pulling back just an inch. His voice is formidable rather than asking, his eyes fixated on yours.
“My... my boobs...” you whisper, the admission making your face burn. “And you were—Ah!” You squeal as Megumi’s hands instantly find your chest. His large palms cup you through the thin fabric of your bikini, his thumbs already circling over your nipples.
“Like this?” he asks, his gaze tracing every micro-expression on your face, analyzing your reaction with the focus of a hunter.
You nod, eagerly, completely at the mercy of the sensation. “But... you were actually touching them.”
“Hm?” He glances down at your saturated top. “Do you want that?”
You nod again, this time with a sheepish look that completely betrays the heat pooling between your legs.
He reaches his hand behind your back, locating the knot. With one smooth, expert flick of his wrist, he unties the strings. In the same motion, his other hand pulls the fabric away from the front, exposing you completely to the cool air of the room and to his gaze.
“Fuck...” he growls, the sound ragged and raw in his throat. He tosses your top onto the floor. His eyes devour you, and you can feel his sultry possessiveness. “What was next?”
You feel your fingers begin to fidget above your chest, showing signs of embarrassment under his gaze. “You... um... you started licking. And pinching—”
He doesn't wait. You let out a gasp as he takes one between his lips and gropes the other.
“Yes—” you hiccup, your back arching involuntarily off the bed. “J-just like that! Ah! And... and you kept going down. Down my body.”
A low groan escapes his lips against your skin as he pulls his mouth away with a pop. His eyes are dilated, staring at you with an almost primal hunger. He shifts his assault, showering your stomach hot, open-mouth kisses that leave you burning.
“What did I do next?” he grunts against your skin, his hands continuing to possessively fondling your breasts.
“The... the last thing I remember,” you whisper, your voice oozing with pleasure, “is your face... between my legs.”
“I was going to eat you out.” He says, straightforwardly. He pulls away from your stomach, shifting down. He kneels at the foot of the bed, his strong hands sliding up to grip your knees and spreading them, his intent written clearly across his face.
“I-I think so, b-but you don’t have to—Gumi!”
Before you can finish your protest, his hands find your ankles. With a sudden, powerful surge of strength, he yanks you down the comforter of the mattress until your butt is right at the edge.
“I want to,” he mutters, he reaches out, grouping his fingers, softly patting the damp spot between your legs. The direct contact makes you squeal and squirm.
“Megumi! D-don’t tease me, please…” you moan, the sound escaping like second nature.
He lets out a ragged curse under his breath. “Do you want this? Me fucking you with my tongue and my fingers?”
“Yes…” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own pulse.
“Louder,” Megumi commands. He begins sliding a single finger up and down your covered folds, the friction driving you to the brink.
“Yes! Please, Gumi!” you shriek, the desperation finally breaking through.
He lets out a deep, satisfied chuckle. With a quick, efficient motion, he peels the last of your clothing away, exposing you completely. You instinctively move to cover yourself with your hands, the vulnerability making you shiver.
“Hey.” He leans forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles. “Let me take care of you.”
His voice is so tender that your defenses crumble. You bite back another moan pulling your hands away, letting them fall to the sheets. He offers a small, predatory smile as he pushes your legs up and back, pinning them in a way that gives him a perfect, unobstructed view.
“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he says, his breath hot against your inner thigh. He presses a kiss to both of your legs, affectionately.
You can only nod, your words lost in your throat, as Megumi dives in. The first touch of his tongue flicks over your clit.
He circles it with a slow, agonizing precision that sends sparks all around your body. Your hands move on their own, your nails digging into his dark, disheveled hair as you instinctively pull him closer.
“Shit…” he groans against your skin. Gripping your thighs with powerful force, his voice thick with starvation. “You taste so good.”
The sensation is too much; you try to close your legs around his head, but it only gives him a better angle to continue his assault. He’s persistent, his tongue working with a frantic, beautiful rhythm that has you sobbing his name.
“Gumiiii—Ah! I-I’m close! S-slow down!” you hiccup, your body trembling.
Instead, he picks up the pace. He uses the fluids of your own body as lubricant, sliding his long, calloused, middle finger into your entrance. The combination of the friction and the depth is overwhelming.
“Ah-ah! I’m gonna cum!” you slur, your mind going blank. You try to push him away in a fit of overstimulation, but he refuses to budge. “Don’t—don't wanna cum on you!”
He grunts as he sucks harder on your clit, his finger curling deeper into your cunt, hitting exactly where you need it most. You lose the fight, your body stiffening as you reach your climax with a high-pitched, whimper.
“Gumi…” you breathe, the word trembling as he finally pulls back.
He stands over you, looking down with a heavy-lidded gaze. You can see the evidence of your climax on his lips and fingers, and a fresh wave of panic hits you. “I’m so sorry. I-I tried to push you away—Gumi! Wait!”
He doesn’t listen. Instead, he leans back over you, sliding his ring and middle fingers into your aching, sensitive pussy. At the same time, his eyes lock onto yours as he slowly licks your juices from his other hand, never breaking eye contact.
“Stop worrying,” Megumi says, his voice dropping into a deep, enchanting tone. He begins pumping his fingers into you, a rough force that has your toes curling. “I’m nowhere near done enjoying the sounds you make.”
“Gumi—hic—It's too much!” your sopping pussy telling otherwise as it gushes around his fingers. The last fluids of your first orgasm still present. “I-I want to please you, too!”
Eager to turn the tables, you get your foot to connect to his bulge. The area on his shorts is sticky, and the motion draws a strained groan from deep in his throat.
“You want it?” he asks, his tone suddenly cocky, though his eyes tell a different story. “Let me hear you beg for it.”
He crawls back on top of you, continuing to pumping his fingers into your sensitive walls. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his mouth finding the sensitive skin, marking you with hickeys.
“Gumi! Ngh—please,” you beg, your fingers tangling in his hair. “I want to make you feel good.”
The pleasure peaks again, your eyes rolling back as a second, smaller orgasm rolls through you. You hear him chuckle against your skin.
“Fine,” he says flatly, finally pulling his hand away and giving your dripping center a soft, mocking pat, making you jump. “But for the record, I’m perfectly content with where I’m at.”
You shake your head instantly, the haze of embarrassment replaced by a sudden, fierce determination.
“I want to make you cum,” you say, the unashamed bluntness of the words surprising even you.
Megumi’s eyes widen, his stoic mask slipping for a split second. You don't miss the way his cock twitches beneath the fabric of his shorts at your words.
“Okay,” he says softly. He shifts, moving to sit on the very edge of the duvet. He cups his hands together, his gaze fixed on the floor as if he’s trying to regain his composure.
You sit up, the cool air hitting your moist skin, and rest your head on his shoulder. “W-what’s wrong?”
“You don’t have to gratify me,” he says, turning to look at you with a smile so tender it makes your chest ache. “I honestly just like making you feel good. That’s more than enough for me.”
Oh, Megumi...
“Well...” You slide off the bed, kneeling on the carpet between his legs. Your fingers, trembling slightly, as you catch the drawstring of his shorts, looking up at him through your long eyelashes. “What if I told you I feel exactly the same way?”
“Shit…” his breath hitching. He looks down at you, his expression shown with unfamiliar hesitation. “Are you sure? I know you’re new to this. You don’t have to—”
You lean up, cutting him off with a soft, reassuring kiss to his cheek.
“Mhm.” You settle back onto your knees. “May I... try?”
Your hand travels to the waistband of his shorts, your fingers brushing against the clothing.
“Yeah.”
The permission is a rough rasp. You pull his shorts down, and they hit the floor with a soft rustle.
Free of the restriction, his cock springs forward, heavy and dark-veined. His tip, pink, glazed with a thin layer of precum. It's throbbing, begging, curved ever so nicely to be sucked and worshipped.
He’s so much bigger than I imagined. Will I even be able to handle this?
“D-don’t stare,” he pants, the sound uncharacteristically small. He jerks his head to the side, but you can see the tip of his ear turning a vivid, burning red.
“Sorry...” You lightly trailing your fingernails down his shaft. The skin is velvet-soft but thick. “I just want to admire you in such a state.”
He lets out a shaky hum, his eyes darting around the room, desperate to look anywhere but at your wide, adoring eyes and the curves of your body bathing in the light, illuminating from his window.
Your fingers wrap around his cock, your grip tentative. You begin to stroke him in slow, soothing motions, feeling the way he pulses under your palm. A pretty moan escapes his throat, telling you exactly how much he’s enjoying it.
“Please...” he cries, his fingers knotting into the bedsheets. “You really... you don’t have to do this.”
“But you’re making such cute noises for me,” you cooed, a trace of a smirk playing on your lips. You lean in, your tongue darting out to taste the salt at the tip.
“Fuck.” Megumi’s hand shoots out, his fingers hooking under your chin and tilting your head back. He crashes his mouth against yours, kissing you with a sudden longing, the taste of your own sweetness still lingering on his lips.
“Get up,” he demands, his voice a low command.
You stand, though your knees are still a bit wobbly from the pleasure he’d given you earlier. He stands, his height towering over you, before he sweeps you up by your thighs. You instinctively wrap your legs around his torso, your arms circling his neck.
“Gumi? D-did I do something wro—”
The question is cut short as he spins you around and lays you back onto the mattress, the bed creaking under you.
“No,” he says, his eyes flooding in primal intensity. He releases one of your legs, reaching over to his nightstand to snag a condom. “I’m going to fuck you now. Okay?”
You bite your bottom lip, your head bobbing in a flustered nod.
“I need words, not gestures,” he says, his voice dropping into a commanding growl. He rips the packaging open with his teeth and rolls the latex onto his dick with a steady hand.
“Gumi, I-I should let you know that I’m a-”
“Virgin,” he finishes for you, his voice a low, knowing rumble. He brushes the head of his cock against your entrance, the contact sending a jolt through your system. “I know.”
The bluntness of his admission is enough to make you want to hide under the covers, but there is no hiding from him now.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, his thumb tracing the curve of your hip. He moves his cock against your slit, a slow, agonizingly measured friction that has you gasping. “So, I’ll ask. Are you ready for me?”
“Mhm… I-I’m ready,” you whisper, your fingers knotting into the sheets.
He doesn't waste another second. Megumi’s hands slide to your hips, his grip unyielding as he aligns himself. He begins to push in, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving your face. He’s watching every flicker of your expression, every wince, every hitch in your breath.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groans, the sound muffled as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath ghosting over your skin. “So warm.”
“Ah—wait,” you whimper, your body tensing around the unfamiliar fullness. “Are you… are you fully in?”
He pauses, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back. He glances down at where your bodies are joined.
“Halfway,” he says, looking back up at you with an intensity that makes your head swim. “Do you want me to stop?”
You shake your head, a surge of sudden bravery washing over you. You want this. All of it. You want him.
“Just tell me if it’s too much,” he says, with concern as he tries to comfort you.
You nod, reaching up to grab his shoulders, your nails digging slightly into his skin as you brace yourself. Megumi pushes forward, taking the rest of his cock in one leisurely motion. You let out a broken sound, and he’s immediately there, showering your face with soft, distracting kisses, to pull your focus away from the sharp, unfamiliar sting.
Once he's fully in he stays perfectly still, letting your body adjust to his cock. He continues to kiss your cheeks, your brow, and your nose until your breathing finally begins to level out.
“Gumi…” you say softly, your voice trembling with a mix of awe and affection. “I-I’m ready. You can move.”
He pulls one hand away from your hip, using his fingers to gently tuck a stray hair behind your ear. He looks at you then, admiring you, with a gaze so filled with unfiltered love.
“Okay,” he whispers.
He settles his hand back on your hip and begins to move. The thrusts are deliberate and profound, the room is staggered, hot breathing and the soft slaps of skin against skin.
As you start to find your rhythm with him, the pain fading into something pleasurable. Megumi reaches down. His thumb finds your swollen clit, kneading it with a sudden speed that catches you completely off guard.
“Ahmm! Gumiii!” you squeal, your back arching, legs trembling.
“I can’t… I can’t hold back anymore,” he whines. He looks down at you, his eyes pleading. “C-can I be greedy? Just this once?”
“Y-yes,” you breathe, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. “Of course you can.”
Megumi’s grip on your legs tightens, his knuckles white as he spreads you wider. He pulls back until he’s nearly out, only to drive back in with a forceful acceleration that leaves you breathless.
“Gumi! Oh my God!” you gasp.
“You feel… so good,” he growls, his voice a distorted rasp. He abandons his slow pace entirely, his thrusting becomes harsher and messy that has you clinging to the sheets.
The pressure is building again, a wave of pleasure that you can’t outrun. “Gumi—gonna cum again—ah!” You raise your hands, fingers digging your nails into his shoulders.
“Cum for me.” he commands, his breathing ragged as he feels your walls pulse around him.
As you let out lewd whine, you cum all over his wrapped cock, Megumi lets out a torn moan, his eyes clenching shut. “You’re getting tighter—haah!” He slams his hands onto the mattress on either side of your head, his muscles bulging as he holds himself over you, burying his face in your neck to kiss the marks he left earlier.
He continues to move for a few more seconds, but then he suddenly pulls away, the loss of his warmth leaving you cold and shivering.
“Open your mouth.” he says, his voice dropping into that deep, predatory tone. He strips the condom off and tosses it toward the trash can in one swift motion.
“H-huh?” You blink up at him, your mind still hazy.
“You wanted to please me, right?” He looks down at you, his hand stroking the length of his cock as he stands over you. “Then get on your knees and open your mouth.”
You slide off the bed, your legs feeling like lead, kneeling on the carpet before him. You look up at the oozing semen coming from his cock, before parting your lips with a small, submissive moan.
“Mhm. Yeah, just like that,” he mutters, his gaze darkening. He strokes himself a few more times before guiding himself into your mouth. He lets out a long, pained groan at the sensation. “Suck,” he demands.
You submit, your hands tightening around his thighs to steady yourself. You brace against him, drawing all his inches deep into your throat, a sharp, involuntary gag escapes you. Tears start forming but it doesn't stop you from taking him all in, inexperiencedly. It doesn’t take long; he’s already hovering at the edge. With a breathy whimper, Megumi finally breaks. His entire body pales and tenses as he sees you taking him so perfectly. But he doesn’t move, he stays put in your warm, tight, mouth until his balls feel completely empty.
He eventually steps away, his breath coming in heavy, as he combs his hair back. His dick goes limp as he scans your face for any sign of discomfort, finding nothing but the soft, dazed haze of your expression and his thick, white cum on the corner of your lips. Sinking to the floor, he knelt before you to pull you into a deep kiss.
“You should’ve told me you wanted this,” he whispers against your mouth, licking his cream off the corners of your lips.
“I-I will next time,” you whisper, finally looking away as the embarrassment creeps back in. “I just… I didn’t know if you’d even want to. You told Yuuji that seeing me like that was… unnecessary.”
Megumi scoffs, the sound dry and amused. “I’m guessing Kugisaki was the one who briefed you on that.” He stands up, scooping you up into a bridal carry. “I only said that because I have no interest in discussing my private life with a moron.”
“Oh?”
“But I do have...” He pulls you tight against his chest. “Desires. You could say that.”
“You're so experienced with all of this,” you hook your arms around his neck. “I would really like to know your urges.”
Megumi lets out a low, soft chuckle, a sound that sends a fresh shiver racing down your spine. He carries you into the small bathroom, where the air is still crisp and undisturbed. Setting you down gently on the closed toilet lid, he leans past you toward the shower, his arm reaching in to twist the handle.
“It might be too much for you to handle,” he says. He keeps his back to you, the light scars from your grasp visible as he holds a hand under the spray to test the temperature.
“Megumi,” you say, your voice dripping with interest, while softly kissing his fresh wounds, making him groan. “I want to know. Tell me.”
The water begins to hiss against the tile, filling the room with a rising mist. Megumi pauses, then slowly turns his head to look back at you. His green eyes are clouded with craving, the kind of look that makes you realize he might be more aroused than you.
“Sex on the beach,” he states, his eyes glued to your lips. “Where no one can see us but the ocean. That’s what I want.”
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