𐚁 ₊˚ʚ c.w | smut :: p in v :: nerd!reader? :: degrading :: hair pulling :: swearing :: dom!toji :: spanking :: nicknames .
WHEN TOJI saw how intelligent you were, he couldn’t get enough of the idea of fucking you till you were too dumb to even answer a question.
“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t you handle it?” He mocked, he had you bent over the bed, pounding deep into you.
You couldn’t even reply, the only sounds coming from your lips were moans, tears streaming down your face from just the sensation of him buried inside you. He laughs lowly, a smug expression on his face. “Poor baby.”
He grabs your hair, tugging it back, your spine arching into the mattress. “Too fucking dumb to even answer me, huh?” He groaned deeply, his thrusts only becoming more erratic from the sounds of your innocent whines. “Mhhmm..” you moaned out, words failed on your tongue.
Your whole body jolted forward with each thrust, the headboard repeatedly tapping against the wall. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room.
Your breathing became uneven as you felt your climax reaching you, your eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched tight around his cock. “Not yet..” he ordered, but his movements didn’t slow down, you whined in disapproval, trying hard to push back your orgasm till he said otherwise.
But the way his tip continually hit against that perfect spot inside you, made it hard to hold back. Your pussy gripped around him, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore, your orgasm pushing over. Your walls fluttered around him as your body trembled, a loud moan reaching his ears.
“Stupid girl, did i say to finish yet?” He grunts, a punishing slap meeting against your ass, leaving a red mark blooming across your cheek. “Head so empty you can’t follow instructions either, isn’t that right?” He says his breath hitching as his own orgasm caught up to him.
You nod your head frantically, your body sensitive from your previous orgasm but he didn’t stop till he was done. He grabs your chin, forcing your head towards him. “Use your words.”
“Yes..” you sighed out, he spanked your ass again before soothing it over with his palm. Only a few moments later, his orgasm caught up to him. His head tipping back as he buried himself deep inside you. Ropes of thick release filling you to the brim as a groan escaped his throat.
He let out a sigh of relief, pulling his softening cock out of you, both of your releases spilling out your entrance, dripping down your shaking thighs. He leans over kissing your temple possessively. “My dumb princess, hm..”
ᨳଓ * .ﾟ a/n | thank you for 1.3k im so happy 🥹 request from this. ᰔ ᰔ
♯ can’t stop thinking about bestfriend!megumi recording you riding a dildo because the two of you want to earn some extra cash, and he insisted this would be the quickest way to save up for that brand new pc you'd both been eyeing. you trust him, and besides, who are you to refuse your horny best friend? (college au!) (twt link at the end!)
the lighting in megumi’s bedroom was dim, save for the harsh glow of his phone screen and a couple of desk lamps that cast long, flickering shadows across the floor. you were stripped bare, save for a pair of black nylon thigh highs that hugged your legs, digging slightly into your skin. you felt exposed, the cool air of the room hitting your damp skin as you straddled the thick, silicone dildo propped up on the carpet.
you were on your knees, leaning forward with your palms pressed flat against the floor for support. your back arched, creating a tempting curve that highlighted the contrast of the thigh highs against your skin and your cunt began to stretch wide as you slowly lowered your weight onto it.
megumi, on the other hand, sat just a few feet away, leaning back on his elbows, holding his phone steady to capture every angle of your vulnerability. he looked completely unfazed, though his dark eyes were tracking every twitch of your muscles. his dark, spikey hair fell over his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze and leaving half of his face veiled in shadow. it gave him an air of detached mystery, though the way he held his phone, steady and focused, showed he was paying very close attention to every detail.
"you’re hesitating," megumi remarked, his voice cool and flat. he shifted his position, the phone camera zooming in on the point where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "you know, if we're doing this for the money, you can't look like you're scared of it. you have to look like you’re enjoying it.”
"i’m not— i'm just.." you whimpered, your voice trailing off as you began to lift and drop your hips. the friction was intense, the girth of the toy hitting that soft spot with every downward thrust.
"just what? flustered?" he let out a small, petty huff of a laugh. "it’s just a piece of plastic, but you're reacting like it's the real thing. if you can't even handle this, how the fuck are you going to take my dick?"
your face flushed, the heat radiating from your cheeks down to your chest. you let out a flustered whine, shifting your hips to settle deeper onto the toy. "shut up, megs! don't say stuff like that," you huffed, though you didn't stop moving.
"why not? it's just a question," he muttered, adjusting the camera to get a closer shot of where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "put some effort into it. move your hips more."
"besides, im tryna give you motivation. now, lean forward more. arch your back. i wanna to see more of your ass while you ride it."
you groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. you began to bounce, the rhythmic slapslapslap of your thighs hitting the base of the toy filling the quiet room. you focused on the sensation, the way the dildo filled you completely, stretching you wide.
suddenly, you felt a large, warm hand wrap around your hip, pulling you firmly against him. you jumped, a small shriek escaping your lips as megumi reached out. he didn't stop recording with one hand, but with the other, he began to grope your ass, his fingers kneading your soft cheeks with a possessive grip.
"megumi!" you gasped, your rhythm faltering.
"stay focused," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. smack! he delivered a sharp, stinging slap to your right ass cheek, the sound echoing in the room.
the sting sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit. you let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, your hips picking up speed. you started riding the dildo frantically, your tits bouncing with every downward thrust.
"thaaat’s it," megumi whispered, his eyes narrowing a little as he watched your pussy grip the toy. he slapped your other cheek, harder this time, leaving a faint red mark. "look at you. so desperate for a little bit of attention. you look like a total slut for the camera."
"i— i'm not— mmmh! shit!" you were losing it, the combination of the stretching fullness and megumi’s touch pushing you over the edge.
as the orgasm hit, your internal muscles clamped down hard on the silicone. your body shuddered violently, and you let out a loud, broken cry, your voice echoing through the room.
"megumi— oh god, megumi!"
you collapsed onto your elbows, panting heavily, your pussy glistening and open, leaking clear fluids onto the floor. you stayed there for a moment, panting, your chest heaving as the aftershocks of the climax rolled through you. slowly, with a wet, suctioning sound, you slid off the dildo, your pussy glistening and open.
megumi didn't put the phone away, though. instead, he crawled forward, bringing the camera inches away from your dripping cunt, capturing the way your folds twitched and leaked.
"fuuuuck.. that's so hot," he breathed, his voice raspy. he looked up from the screen, the shadows of his hair still dancing across his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze was unmistakable. he didn't move to help you up, instead, he inched closer to you, the heavy bulge in his sweatpants brushing against your hip, reminding you exactly how hard he was.
"you look like a complete mess," he murmured, though his voice lacked any real judgment. it sounded more like a compliment. "absolutely drenched."
“yeah, well, i wonder why.. this better earn us quite the money, fushiguro.”
megumi let out a low, humming sound in his throat. "well, i don't think i can just sell this video. i might have to keep a copy for myself. now.. i think it's time i get what i want."
“you’re so greedy,” you scoffed.
how he had you later that night.
i need a bf that cosplays so bad. ANYWAYS!! more bestfriend!megumi because WE #wantdat
“Ma,” he calls out from the living room, empty beer bottle in his hand as he manspreads across the couch. As you step into the room, he looks up at you. “Injured my ankle real bad today, doll. Think I need medical attention.”
Your eyes narrow suspiciously but you remain casual. “The Doctors is open tomorrow if you want to book an appointment. How did-“
“Nah, no need. I think they do home visits now.”
You blink. What the hell was he talking about? “What? Are you going crazy?”
He merely shrugs. “There’s a package in the kitchen for ya, by the way.”
You hesitantly leave the room and head towards the box on the kitchen counter. When you pull out its contents, you release the loudest exasperated sigh ever. A slutty nurse costume. Did your own boyfriend think you were some cheap whore who would dress up as a nurse to please him?
Unfortunately, he got his way. With your face pressed into the cushions of the couch, you writhe and moan into the material, the loud thap thap of Toji’s hips slapping against your ass filling the room.
One hand presses against your lower back and forces you into a deep arch. “Fuckk,” he groans lowly. “Such an obedient little nurse, hm? Letting me fill this tight pussy up.” You moan pornographically as his thrusts become firmer, harder. Your fake uniform is partially ripped, crinkled underneath your boyfriend’s careless grip.
You don’t register his wandering hand until it pressed against your back entrance. You lift your head from the cushion in protest, babbling out a response that was barely intelligible from how fucked out you were. “Toji- ngh- don’t you d-“
His pushes his thumb into your ass. You clench around his cock, annoyingly so, as he easily feels it and knows just how much you secretly enjoy it. “What were you saying, ma?” He asks coyly, a smirk etched onto his scarred lips.
your boyfriend had been bulking for the last few weeks, and it was beginning to show. he was becoming distractingly sexy.
megumi had always been on the skinnier side. those tall scrawny arms hanging from his torso, thin calves that looked easy to snap in half. it wasn’t that he wasn’t strong, though. megumi had always been fit - which had been proved a million times from the way he manhandled you in bed - but now it was on another level. he actually had muscle mass. even a bit of fat tissue.
you couldn’t help but stare every time you had the chance.
megumi brushing his teeth in the bathroom in the morning, black hair still messy, shorts hanging loose on his waist. back muscles accentuating under the yellow light, biceps and triceps clenching sharply as he moved. like a greek god being carved.
megumi padding across the living room, leaning down to pet his demon dog that lazily flapped its tail in satisfaction. his shirt strained against his back, bulges of muscle peeking through the fabric. nearly asking you to stare.
megumi putting on his shoes.
megumi making breakfast.
megumi doing literally fucking anything.
your favorite part was his growing pecs. as if he was swolling with feminine fertility, even though you knew it was simply the increased calories and weight training that was filling him up.
when you rode megumi, hips desperately grinding on his cock, you wasn’t sure whether to stare at his tits and abs or those sharp dark eyes that pierced through you. both sights made you equally coat his shaft with a white rim, so it didn’t really matter anyway.
oh, and his arms. those damn forearms, where the pale skin was just barely hiding the thick veins underneath.
especially when his large hands gripped your hips, megumi’s veins bulged through, pumping arousal and blood all across his body. he began to piston his cock up into you, making you nearly cry.
“‘gumiiiii-“ you moaned, hands frantically trying to grip something on his body to hold onto. to bear the pleasure he was giving you.
megumi was holding back moans as well, with the way his jaw was nearly snapping from the force his teeth were gritted together with.
“f-fuck- i’m cumming- s-shit-“ were the only words he managed to grunt out before forcing his cock deep, filling your tight hole up.
warm ropes of cum painted you from the inside, the seed spilling from your pussy over to megumi’s pelvis, coating the sharp v line and the ridges of his lower abs. almost draining all the way to his navel.
hell. it was a fucking sin to have such a sexy boyfriend.
𝒯oji fushiguro was a disgusting and vile human being, especially when it came to what turned him on. ꫂ᭪݁ foot play smut minors dni
when you first met him, you thought he was a normal guy who liked rough sex and blowjobs.
oh boy, were you wrong.
you weren’t expecting him to love sucking on your toes while he’s balls deep inside you, hips — slap, slap, slapping against yours with rough — mean strokes that left your mind hazy, eyes rolling back whilst he moaned around your toe like it was tastiest desert he’d ever tasted.
nor were you expecting him to beg you to step on his face, back flat against the bedroom floor as you sat perched on the bed, white toes pressing into the side of his face as he moaned like it was the best fuckin’ thing in the world.
I mean…could you blame him tho? his job was hard, carrying heavy stuff all day like the man he is. you helped him relax, it made him feel safe:(
you never would suspected that a man as big and fuckin’ burly as toji would want to be smothered by your feet after a hot pilates class but oddly enough you don’t mind it.
actually…you love it.
love when he’d stick his big nose between your thighs and sniff away at your pussy, tongue lulling out to lick a longggg filthy stripe between your puffy lips, gathering up all the sweaty slick before he’d gulp it down with a throaty groan.
love when you catch him with a pair of your dirty panties wrapped around his cock, his other hand holding his phone as he scrolls through your sex tapes.
love when he lets you spit in his mouth whilst you ride his thick cock like your life depends on it. love when he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up toward his neck so you could press down and give his throat that delicious pressure that he oh so loves.
and god, when he breeds your pretty cunt with his seed, stuffing it back into your pussy when it leaks out before shoving your panties back on before it fell out again.
he’d make you walk around like that, with his cum stuffed so deep in your cunt.
and obviously he’d eat it back out later.
he was your disgusting man and would always be<3
@ sextier 26 — do not plagiarize, or feed my work into ai
three times you and toji almost get caught fūcking + the half time you get caught! warnings : public sēx. pet names. firefighter!toji. corporate worker!reader. @satoyesha
i. ON THE FIREFIGHTER'S 30 MIN LUNCH!
"a-ah, shit—gotta be quiet, ma."
toji's got your back flushed against the wall, plush thighs hooked over his arms. your covered ample titties were flushed against his, arms are wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into his hair and pulling it everytime his mean and thick tip hits that sweet spot so good.
the both of you were in the dark and barely-lit storage closet of his station's lunchroom, another fifteen minutes into an already late thirty-minute break. toji's uniform is halfway off—suspenders at his hips, compressed black shirt still intact and big dark boots still on. and you—you were still in your corporate uniform after sneaking into his station's lunchroom more than half an hour ago.
"n-ngh—how can i be fu-fuckin' quiet when—oh!" you could barely finish your sentence, head lulling back into the wall, gasping when toji rolls his hips ever so slightly while speeding up and elongating his strokes.
you really were trying your best to be quiet—concealing your moans by biting your bottom lip on occasion or hiding your face into the crook of his neck. and toji wanted you to be quiet too as he scandalized his very crucial position in his workplace—but he relished in your moans and cries, so much that he can barely conceal his own, each borderlining on whimpers and minimizing on soft grunts.
"gotta—hngh—gotta find a way, then," yet his strokes contradict, smiling feraly as he bullies his fat and glistening cock into your abused cunt. "don't wan' us t'get caught, mama. gonna miiiss this pretty fuckin' pussy."
his words only spur you on, your fucked-out smile turning into feral cries as toji licks a long stripe up your neck, dragging open-mouthed sloppy kisses to the line of your jaw and finally falling upon your lips. the knot in your stomach tied fast and was building with speed, with toji quickening his pace, his angry tip kissing your cervix and with you clenching around him, coating his base with a ring of your spend, and before any of you knew it—
"o-ooh fuck!"
you're wailing as the wave finally hits you, with toji trailing in just behind you, filling you so much and painting your gummy walls white with his cum. he pistons into you for just a few more seconds before stopping and holding you close, the both of you breathing heavily.
and just as it ebbs, you're hearing heavy footsteps tread along the floors, and very faint callings of toji's last name.
and the firefighter just chuckles, dropping you slowly onto your feet. "you almost got us caught."
you could barely see him from there being barely any light in the closet, yet you slapped his chest hard, lips balling up as you whisper, "yeah, well maybe we shouldn't be fucking in your work's closet!"
"doesn't change the fact that you're fuckin' loud."
you were about to hit him again when one of his coworkers came calling.
"where the fuck's fushiguro? fushiguro!"
ii. IN YOUR CAR… THAT'S BESIDE YOUR BOSSES CAR!
"why the fuck would you park h-here?"
he could barely get the words out with you absolutely taking his soul with your kiss, nearly shoving your tongue down his throat, pussy clenching wet around his thick cock, dripping with lust and need.
you're riding him with everything you've got in the passenger seat, thick hips jumping up and slamming down on his. he's wearing casual clothes—(this being because you dragged him to your workplace on his day off)—while you, again, were stuck in your tight corporate uniform, with your skirt hiked up and your shirt unbuttoned at your tits. you've got no care for the outer-world, mind broken on the sheer determination of making sure you cum, and while doing so, you take toji's soul.
"sh-shut—" you kiss him once more, feverishly biting his lip, "the fuck up."
toji just smirks against your mouth, placing both his big hands at your waist, gripping the flesh before he begins to move you up and down on him as if you were a fleshlight. his head hits the chair with each damning stroke, nearly whimpering as you purposefully clench around him, a ring of cream and cum coating his shaft and your entrance.
and just as you forcefully turn his head, exposing the pale skin on his neck to lick a fat stripe up on it, your eyes open and latch onto the next car through the slightly tinted glass window.
and that's when you realize—you're right beside your boss's car.
your boss’s fucking car. and you couldn’t even tell if he was inside or not.
any minute now, he could either go into his car or come out, and his eyes could immediately locate you and your husband, who were both in an. . . indecent predicament. and he won't say anything of it to your face—he never does, to you or anyone for no reason specified—but he'd shade you for days before calling a meeting with HR.
and you would think, with this revelation, it'd make you wanna stop, immediately get off your husband's fat and maddening dick, and never show your face again. but it all just made you. . . even more scandalous and turned-on.
and, again, before you know it, you're cumming around toji's cock for the second time in that same car.
iii. WHILE ON THE PHONE WITH YOUR CO-WORKER…
"y-yes. . . fu—mm! yes! exactly!"
this was the second time you've forgot you were on the phone. especially with someone you're required to hold in a high regard (even though you could barely give a fuck about that woman) it wasn't hard to forget you were on it, notably when your husband's on his knees eating you out for his pleasure and his only.
you're sitting on your comfortable and at-home work chair, legs spread open and ample thighs thrown over his shoulders and encased around his head. you're trying your absolute best to conceal your moans—occasionally hitting the mute button on your phone, or when it's cutting too close in time you'd bite your lip or cover your mouth.
but the way toji's eating it—tongue abusing your entrance as his nose indulges deeper into your puffy and sensitive clit, the tip of his tongue dipping in and out, savouring in your sweet juices—it's entirely impossible.
"yes! exactly, that's what i'm saying—you can't only fucking refer to me as your 'casual friend' but then sleep with me under the covers. . . so not cool!" the woman in your ear rambles off, forgetting the actual importance of the call and the reason she dialed your number.
toji chuckles, and the sound vibrates in your pussy, sending you closer to the edge.
"h-hah—" you shudder, "r-right! right—yeah, he shouldn't h-have done that. sh-shit's not fair, y'know?"
toji looks up at you through his eyelids, tongue licking a long stripe up your pussy before latching onto your clit, sucking and catching it between his teeth softly, making you go cross-eyed from the feeling alone.
you wanna slap him for putting you through this torment. you wanna beat his ass—but all you can do is open your legs wider, grind your pussy against his face and pull at his hair everytime he eats it good.
gosh, you hate your husband.
"yeah. . ." the woman trails off, voice sounding as if she's caught on to you, "you okay girl? your voice is shaking, and you sound scared."
your eyes widen, and you try to slightly lift his head from between your legs but he wouldn't budge. "n-no yeah! yeaah i'm okay! i'm just. . . waxing."
the call goes silent for a beat. "waxing?"
you give a sheepish smile to toji, who's already staring at you, holding in his laugh. "yes, waxing! i'm tryin' out this new—um. . . whatever you call it—and it's working good! s-so. . fuckin' good."
"yeah. . . okay! well you gotta send me some! my legs are soooo hairy, and—"
"o-oh! just—gimme just one second, 'k-kay? be r-right back!"
and soon you're abusing the buttons on your phone. you wish you could hear her out, but the knot in your stomach is growing at an excessive rate, and you're clawing at toji's head at an attempt to slow him down but he wouldn't budge. it was almost like he knew you were about to cum, and so you did.
toji laps at your cream, gutturally moaning as your hole clenches around his tongue. you cry his name, sun-kissed thighs closing around his head.
and when it ebbs, your phone nearly escapes your grasp, but you catch it as soon as you gather yourself back into the shape of you, chest heaving and legs twitching, quivering pussy hit with the cool air as toji sits back and stares at his work.
"you're fuckin' crazy, toji." you smile at him, and he sticks his tongue out at you.
he leans forward, slapping your leg softly. "you married me, didn't ya?"
and just as you tapped on your phone, expecting your screen to brighten up and show the your co-worker's caller ID, you notice something.
you never pressed mute.
the call's still going on, but it's silent. and you, poor you—your eyes are shot wide and your jaw's reaching the earth's core, heart palpitating aggressively. and that's when you hear it.
"girl. . . what the fuck just happened?"
this was horrible omg 😭😭😭 sickness got in the way of this but i needed to write sum of toji so… 👅
01. STREAMER .ᐟ MEGUMI ★
So private, nobody knows what MEGUMI's girlfriend looks like. Alternatively: You're currently watching a 10-minute video compilation of Megumi being a simp on live.
Megumi enjoys all kinds of games but found RPGs the most interesting to play. What kickstarted his streaming was Yuji, who practically begged him to join his Call of Duty stream.
Everyone who tuned in thought Megumi was insane at landing clean headshots, then immediately urged him to start streaming on his own. He only gave in when you told him it wasn’t such a bad idea, and the rest is history.
In nearly every stream he was on, his viewers would always catch glimpses of you. The underrated perk of having a boyfriend who streams? The fans who edit his livestream clips:
megumi being a simp
01:10 ─●──────── -08:50
Megumi’s viewers were just as attentive as he was.
They noticed how Megumi visibly perked up the moment you entered his gaming room. They heard the tiny squeals you tried to suppress. It's almost always inaudible, but unmistakable.
“You got this,” you whisper, and Megumi smiles instantly.
Chat explodes.
[m__ki] yo stop simping you're about to die HELLO
[p4nda] save the couple content for later pls end itadori first
[salmonroe] jealousy is a disease and i have it
“What the hell?” Yuji laughs, “your whole contribution tonight is just smiling?”
Megumi scrunches his nose as he chuckles, right as he kills Yuji on his own stream.
Yuji holds his head on his hands and yells, “BRO—”
“That’s on you,” Megumi sighs, leaning back. “Getting on my nerves is a personal choice.”
Yuji inhales sharply as he reads the chat. “Itadori's sleep deprived and bitchless – Fuck you?" He continues to scroll through the chats and finds a message that makes him grin, “Megumi, someone’s asking when the girlfriend reveal is.”
Megumi blinks. “Huh? Why would I— this isn’t even that kind of channel.”
The chat immediately spirals, urging Megumi they would love to see what his mystery girlfriend looks like.
"Yuji, don't you need to sleep?" Megumi
"But I–"
"Sleep?"
"Okay, okay." Yuji's already doubled over laughing. “Before we end, Megumi, do you have something heartfelt to say to the viewers?”
Megumi nods with a playful smirk. “Not really.”
megumi being a simp
02:37 ──●────── -07:23
Every so often, new subscribers would ask if he was single. Megumi always answered with that same shy smile and a short nod, the kind that already felt like an answer.
Just like now, in the middle of playing Elden Ring, another batch of new subscribers ask him the same question again.
[itadorislut] just one chance megumi
He doesn’t look away from the screen when he replies, “No. I have a very affectionate and caring girlfriend.”
Megumi stay silent for half a second before reading a new chat.
[today_is_todo] tf u gatekeeping your gf for?
Megumi chuckles. “I'm the jealous type.”
megumi being a simp
03:21 ───●────── -06:39
Lowkey, but never a secret.
Megumi never imagined his streaming career would take off the way it did. What grounded him, even with the sudden success, was knowing how to keep his personal life private.
Still, sometimes his fondness slips through.
Megumi usually plays loud, high-energy music to stay focused, but today’s stream is different. Cherry Wine plays softly in the background and chat notices immediately.
[bbmai] interesting song choice
“Oh,” Megumi says casually. “It’s my girlfriend's playlist.”
[bbmai] feels personal
He smiles to himself. “I like it, though.”
He hums under his breath while playing.
A moment later, the faint sound of the door shuffling makes him glance sideways. His lips curve instinctively as he reaches for mute. Megumi looks softer when he turns back to you.
“Hey, you said you didn’t like this song,” you whisper with an amused smile.
“I never said that,” he shrugs. “I just didn’t get it the first play.”
“And now?”
“I get it.”
You grin. “Wow. He's a playlist connoisseur overnight.”
He laughs softly. “Please don’t let chat hear that.”
You cup his face and squish his cheeks playfully. In response, he grabs your wrists gently, pressing quick kisses to your knuckles like it’s instinct. You fix his hair, nod reassuringly, then quietly slip out of the frame.
On-screen, the stream stays muted with barely any context, but chat goes feral anyway.
[mmmiwa] WHY DID HE SMILE LIKE THAT
[today_is_todo] this is emotional edging
[mxchmaroo] bro hit mute like it was muscle memory
[dastrongest] that man is IN LOVE your honor
“Okay, relax,” he mutters. When Megumi unmutes and refocuses, the chat is still screaming. “Huh?”
He glances at his other screen to find that his game's ended.
“Shit. I just died.”
megumi being a simp
04:05 ──────●─── -05:55
“Fuck,” he mutters, exhaling sharply as he blows the stray hairs out of his face.
He’s already thinking of ending the stream, except he’s only been live for an hour, when he usually goes for five.
What’s more off is his unusual silence. Megumi’s naturally reserved, but he usually tries to talk a little just to push himself. Today, though? Nothing’s landing, and probably the worst gameplay of his life.
[p4nda] nah megumi's NOT locked in today
[y-okkotsu] shut up let him cook
“We're cooked,” Yuji groans into his mic.
“I told you we should’ve joined with Nobara!” Megumi snaps with brows furrowed. “This stupid game suc—”
He cuts himself off mid-sentence the moment you peek in and press a finger to your lips. He tilts his head toward the door, and gives you an apologetic look.
“Sorry, love,” he softly says instantly with guilt flickering across his face.
You step in quietly, trying not to get picked up by the mic, but the LED lights betray you. Your shadow flashes across the wall, and it was too late for you notice it too.
You give up eventually, and proceed to walk behind him to tie his hair.
[kirarare] i just opened the stream why am i blushing and kicking my feet likeee
[heatkari] this is the kind of content that makes men shave their heads
And once again, chat loses its mind, not just because you’re there (well, that too), but because you’re wearing that white hoodie. The one Megumi wore on stream before. The sold-out one.
Megumi doesn’t even look away from the screen, so focused he lets you tie his hair into a neat little apple without question.
“There,” you whisper. “All done.”
“Woah, I needed that,” he grins, boyish. He ducks behind cover, glances back at you. “Thanks, love.”
He rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck with a satisfied groan.
“Alright,” he snickers, competitiveness snapping back into place. “Time to annihilate these fuckers.”
[nkamo] suddenly considering growing my hair out again
[nkamo] nvm who am i kidding nobody’s tying mine
[itadorislut] oh he’s back BACK
“Chat, should I get a haircut?”
“Hey!” you clutch your chest dramatically. “Why would you do something so offensive to me?”
He chuckles at your over exaggeration, and does the chat.
[ozawasan] someone hide the scissors from him
[junpyosh] i agree with her even if she’s dramatic
Megumi reads the chat, amused. “They’re telling me to stay away from scissors.”
You grin. “See? Even chat’s on my side.”
You step out of frame, but his eyes follow you instinctively.
[rikascurse] DID YOU SEE THAT LOOK OML
[rikascurse] CUT THE CAMERA'S DEADASS
“Megumi, focus!” Yuji yells. “Stop oggling at—”
“Watch your mouth.” Megumi cuts in fast.
“Oh— uh— your girlfriend!” Yuji recovers.
You giggle softly before closing the door.
Megumi is smiling like an idiot now, landing headshot after headshot, and climbing ranks effortlessly. All because you tied his hair back so he could see better.
As soon as the video ends, Megumi snorts. "It was that obvious, huh?"
"What? It's cute," you tilt your head and smile at him. "You're cute."
Megumi smiles to himself and plants a soft kiss at the top of your head. "I'm actually surprised that didn't make it to the edit."
You furrow your brows. "What didn't?"
"The livestream?" He says with an arched brow. "From last year?"
"Oh. That stream."
⏸ DELETED CLIP — YUJI'S LIVESTREAM
Yuji’s stream is chaotic as usual with him yelling at chat, chat yelling back, and his gameplay hanging on by a thread. On the other hand, Megumi’s window sits in the corner of the screen. All black, no cam or audio.
[junpyosh] where's megumi?
[mxchmaroo] he said bathroom break bro
[heatkari] nah but why is it taking THIS long
Yuji reads the chat and says, "Probably shitting himself to death."
Chat laughs it off.
For some odd reason, Megumi's window flickers, but Yuji doesn’t notice at first because he’s too busy reading chat.
[p4nda] AYO
[p4nda] MEGUMI'S GLITCHING
Before anyone can process it, Megumi’s feed snaps back online.
The room comes into view at a bad and slightly tilted angle. Only his empty chair is on camera, but the whole chat can hear the static mic crackling, chopped up heavy breathing, and mumbling in the background.
“— squirt for me —"
The audio dips, then spikes again.
“…I’m—”
The feed stutters, pixels freezing for half a second before the sound punches back in.
“Cum—”
Chat is no longer typing, they are smashing their keyboards.
[y-okkotsu] ???????????????
[kirarare] WHY IS HE BACK
[m__ki] THIS FEELS ILLEGAL
[dastrongest] PAUSE– DID HE SAY SQUIRT
At that very moment, Yuji’s soul exits his body.
His eyes widen in shock and goes completely still. He's so shocked that he immediately ends the stream without any warning.
wia says: Ws in the chat for Megumi and his secret girlfriend! [/EDIT: just cascading the theme for this series lol]
