Megumi sees you in a g-string/thong for the first time—immediately regretting calling them unpractical
aged up Megumi, lingerie, doggy-style, mdni
"What is that?" Megumi asks with a raised eyebrow.
He watches you as you take your shopping haul out of their bags. There's food, mostly sweets and some of your guy's favourite snacks. A few clothes, some soft pyjamas for him and some tops for you. But what caught his eyes the most, was the small, thin, lacy piece of clothing you were taking out of a bag.
For each item you would say a short sentence, about what is and why you bought it. Almost as if you were making a video. Megumi loves it, he finds your voice relaxing and watches intently, but would never admit that he likes it that much. Most of the time he pretends he couldn't care less.
But for this item, you didn't say anything, simply putting it to the side with the rest of the folded clothes you bought.
"Oh, just panties. Needed some new ones." You say casually, already un-bagging other items.
Megumi crawls closer to you on the couch, reaching to grab the piece of clothing beside you. He holds it with both hands, fingers pinching each corner as he holds it up in front of him.
"Why's it so... thin?" He says almost confused. "These do NOT look like your regular panties." You watch as your boyfriend messes with the fabric and measures it with his fingers.
"It's a thong, Megumi." You explain, watching him with a small smile.
"You said it was panties."
"They're the same thing."
"No. This one looks more uncomfortable. The straps are too thin, they'd barely cover and protect your skin. It's almost like it'll just go between your-" His face flushes at the thought. "A-and the lace... it look... itchy. It might irritate your skin."
You giggle softly, looking at your boyfriend who looks genuinely worried. But nothing can hide the blush that decorates his face. Gently, you take the white thong out of his hand, swinging it around your finger.
"I just wanted to try them out, okay?" You shrug, leaning back on the couch.
Megumi rolls his eyes. "It's unpractical."
"Impractical."
"Unpractical." He repeats himself. Using the less popular, but better word.
"Whatever. I'm just gonna try them on." You push yourself off the couch and start heading to your bedroom.
Megumi just sits there, sighing before he continues reading his book while waiting for you. After a few moments, you emerge from the bedroom. Wearing your loose indoor t-shirt and the thong. Megumi's eyes flick up to you like a deer caught in headlights. Your face shows uncertainty and you do a quick spin. You didn't really think they looked good.
"They look kind of weird..." You mutter, looking at Megumi.
His lips are slightly agape, his grip on his book tightening. He realises he's staring and immediately looks away, clearing throat. His face is bright red and he hastily places his book on top of his lap, to cover a certain something.
"It looks good." He utters.
You tilt your head to the side and start walking over to him. He tenses up the closer you get. You take a seat on his lap.
"Oh? But I thought you said it's unpractical?"
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"F-fuck, you better buy more of these..." He tugs on the thong with his right hand, his other hand pushing down on your back, keeping it arched.
Your face is smothered against the pillows, muffled noises leaving your lips with every thrust of Megumi's hips. His cock grazing against the narrow fabric of your thong that's pushed to the side. He's so deep inside you, you swear you feel him pounding your cervix.
Every time you try to shy away or escape his relentless thrusts into your poor pussy, he only presses you harder against the bed. Every time you try to bring your rear down, away from his length that slides in and out, in such ways that hit every perfect spot inside you that makes you squirm.
He uses his grip on your thong to pull your ass back up, so he could keep himself deep inside your battered pussy.
"This thing looks so- hck! G-good on you, fuck, Y/n..." He groans into your ear. His hard chest leaning against your back.
He lifts himself off you, angling his hips. He watches how your essence drips out of you, and ruins your thong. Loving how every time he hits the right spot, you just cry and squirm. He tugs you higher up by your thong. The fabric tight against your clit now. Friction being made as he tugs and pulls, very thrust making the thong move against your little bud.
His thrusts become sloppy and his hold on you tighter. He moves his other hand off your back and uses it to hold your waist. He buries himself deep inside you before releasing into the elastic of the condom, the warmth of his seed making your walls soak.
"C'monnnn, you too now." He lets go your thong and rubs his fingers against the fabric that cover your clit. Slowly moving inside of you a bit more until you come around him, making both your head fuzzy.
His thrown back head tilts back down to look at you. Writhing under him, your newly bought white thong wet and the lace slightly ripped.
"Let's get you washed up. We're going to the mall."
You and Megumi follow closely behind the energetic Yuji and Nobara. Yuji struggles to hold all of Nobara's shopping bags, regretting ever agreeing to go Christmas shopping. Fortunately, he was able to drag you and Megumi along.
The two of you refused to help him. Every time you saw him struggling to keep a grip and balance everything, you simply looked away. You and Megumi had that mutual resolve.
"Ah! We should go to the fair nearby!" Nobara beams.
Yuji does not feel like walking any longer, but the thought of sweet, chocolatey hot cocoa, spicy gingerbread cookies, and cute knitted sweaters is difficult to resist. He sighs, nodding his head in defeat.
"Alright." Suddenly, he gains a burst of energy, a grin that matches Nobara's spreading across his face. "Let's go!!"
Like sorcerers on a mission, they make a beeline down the sidewalk. Destination: a probably overcrowded, overpriced, freezing Christmas street fair.
Megumi and you, being the loyal but low-energy friends that you are, follow suit.
The cold winter air fans against your faces as you break through the light wind barriers. Megumi buries his face deeper into his scarf, though it still isn't as effective as he expected. Sure, you're cold too, but Megumi looks like he's freezing.
He looks almost shrunken, with how much of his face is covered by fabric, his ungloved hands shoved deep inside his pockets.
How idiotic of him to forget such vital winter equipment. Gloves.
"I hope they have more indoor stands there," Megumi mutters, his voice a little muffled by his scarf.
"Snowy boots making tiled floors muddy and wet? Puffy, big jackets making rooms more crowded? Store stands?" You list off some points.
"I know you're cold, Fushiguro. But let's be honest here, there won't be many indoor stands." You offer him a small, teasing, yet reassuring smile.
Megumi grumbles quietly, but he can't deny that you're right. As you both walk down the snowy sidewalk, you watch as your friends disappear, almost out of sight, leaving you behind. Neither of you makes a move to catch up.
In fact, Megumi slows his pace a bit, slipping his hands out of his pockets and bringing them to his mouth. Lifting his face out of his scarf, he parts his lips and exhales a soft, slow, warm breath onto his palms. He repeats the process until he's satisfied.
You watch him with curiosity and slight pity. Soon enough, Megumi feels his nose start to go numb from being exposed, so he tucks the bottom half of his face and his hands back under the cover of his scarf.
Without a second thought, you suddenly take his hands in yours, gently bringing them to your mouth before slowly breathing onto them. Your warm breath fans against his skin, making his face flush. Just moments ago, he was freezing, but now warmth rushes to his cheeks.
There's one more thing he notices, though.
Your hands are cold too.
"Why are your hands... so cold?" he wonders aloud.
"Well... Cold hands are often a sign that your body is trying to maintain its regular temperature. Always having cold hands, however, could mean there's a problem with blood flow or the blood vessels in our hands."
He shuts you up by pressing his lips against yours. You giggle against his lips, and he smiles against yours.
Whether it's cold or freezing, winter or the Arctic-
Summery: During a mission at a love hotel, Megumi and (Y/n) encounter a curse spirit that’s got them both wet in their pants.
Warnings: Smut, PIV, non-con?? Kinda?, mating-press, top!Megumi, under the influence?
A/n: First smut I’ve ever written.
Megumi and (Y/n) are on a mission together in a love hotel.
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"Shut it, will you?" Megumi's voice rough as he scolds you.
The two of your are strolling through the hallways of the love hotel. Here you are, yapping Megumi's ears off while the two of you search the building.
Megumi had received a grade one mission by the shamans. He was advised to bring a comrade, so he brought you. Now here you guys are, walking side by side in hallways lit by dim, hazy pink lights. The lighting design of the hotel could drag anyone into the intoxicating desire.
Everyone except for Megumi and you apparently. It's vacant, the building had been evacuated, because even the staff members were caught under the spell of lust. All the sex, all the blood caused by the uncontrollable friction.
"Do you feel its presence anywhere?" Megumi asks, his sharp eyes on you.
"I don't know. It's fuzzy, almost like it's everywhere." You respond, closing your eyes trying to focus.
Megumi tsks, unsatisfied with your answer. But he lets it slide for now. The two of you continue your search around the hotel. Peaking through ajar doors, ignoring the sour sent mixed with the smell of rose petals, wishing this would be over soon.
Suddenly, while walking down a pink tinted hallway the two of you see a purple fog. It's low and only just peaking around the corner. The two of you immediately start running over, making the fog retreat and turn the corner. The fine hairs on your arms stand, the tingle of the curse's presence triggering your tracking ability.
"That's the curse!" You exclaim.
"No shit, (L/n)." Megumi retorts.
You roll your eyes. By the time the two of you reach the end of the hallway and look around the corner, you find nothing. It's as if the purple fog just vanished. The only thing that remains is a lingering scent. Megumi and you stand there in defeat, staring at the dead end ahead.
"Damn it." Megumi grumbles under his breath.
That was the closest you guy's got to finding the curse. Without another words, you two take a sharp turn to continue your search around the love hotel, and continue to retrace your steps again and again. While you walk, you can't help but wonder what that smell is and how it somehow follows the two of you.
The scent is sweet, it smells of roses and candy. It suffices your nostrils and is actually almost addicting.
"Do you smell that?" You ask Megumi as the two of you walk idly.
"Yeah..." That's when his eyes suddenly widen in realization.
"How could I be so naive?! Of course. Why didn't I sense if before? We're in a domain, (Y/n)."
Your eyes widen too and you facepalm. You nod in acknowledgment. The two of you stop walking, pausing in the hall way that's filled with the same smell.
"Then we should probably retrea- ugh..." Your hand comes flying to grab your head.
"(Y/n), are you oka-" The same happens to Megumi and he grabs hold of his side.
You two try to take deep breaths, but it seems to be only getting worse. Your breaths are now heavy and in unison, bodies trembling with neither pain or fear.
"W-we should run." Megumi's groans, almost as if in pain.
You nod in agreement and try to move your legs, but they don't respond. Your body feels so limp and warm. With all the heavy breathing, strange feelings, the smell... The smell!
"Megumi! Quickly, cover your nose." You manage to utter out before you collapse to the floor.
Megumi quickly uses one hand to cover the lower half of his face. Crouching down to scoop your figure up with his free arm. In a haste he brings you into one of the rooms with an open door. Like all the other ones, it's medium sized with a pink theme and a big romantic bed.
He gently lays you on the bed with the last bits of control he has over his body. Before he knew it, the both of you are seated on the bed, side by side and panting. Your head starts to feel fuzzy, but the fuzzier it gets, the more control over your body returns.
The same for Megumi. And one thing's for sure, but unspoken between the two of you. One thing you that is happening, but won't dare mention it to the other. Mostly because you can easily tell that the other feels it too anyway.
You're both hot and bothered.
"M-Megumi, do you feel-"
"Yeah..." He responds quickly.
Your gazes meet for only moment, but that was enough to make you both snap.
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Megumi's breaths are steamy and hot as they fan against your flushed face. Both your dazed eyes gazing into each other as you frantically take off each other's clothes. Shirts, skirts and pants are tossed to the floor.
You lay on the soft bed as Megumi hovers over you, shirtless, his erection straining against his boxers that only grow tighter, as his body can only react in such ways seeing like this.
Seeing you under him, bare. Nothing but two small pieces of clothing holding him back from just ravishing you. He leans down, hesitant, but the libido serves him confidence. Pink, slightly dry, but desireful lips grazing down the skin of your neck.
When you tilt your head up, he takes it as a sign that you're comfortable. So without another thought or nervous move, he starts peppering your neck with kisses. Licking, sucking and nipping at your pulse points.
Little hums leave your lips with every dance of his lips. He pecks kisses up to your jawline, till his lips meet your cheek. He stops for moment, parting from your skin. Your breaths tingling each other, combining where they meet.
"I never noticed how beautiful you are- no, wait... I have. I just... Never told you." His voice is husky yet soft.
His words make your eyes light up, your head only jerks slightly up, but Megumi finishes your actions for you, crashing his lips against yours. A little surprised mewl escapes your mouth.
"Fuckkk... I don't care if this is the cursed spirits doing, I'm having you right here and now." He mumbles against your lips, then presses his tongue against your teeth until you grant him access.
His tongue dances with yours, exploring every inch of your warm mouth. All the while his hand runs through your hair, his other one creeping down your waist, down your hip. His fingers find your panties, he gently pries your plush thighs apart.
With ease, the tip of his fingers meet your clothes clit, gently and slowly rubbing carful circles on it, eliciting a small moan from your lips.
Your little moan reaches Megumi's senses and sends the noise straight to his only hardening cock. He groans into your mouth as he moves his hips, his touch-deprived erection pressing against your thigh.
A loud pop noise is heard as your lips parts. Without another word, both Megumi's hands start racing down to just get those fucking panties off of you. Your breath hitches in your throat in surprise as you watch him slip off you panties and throw them to the side.
A heart beat is skipped when your beautiful body is revealed to him. Honestly, the sight of your pretty pussy is enough for him. He could spend the rest of the night just pleasing himself while looking at your flustered face and naked body.
He brings a finger to your already dripping hole, a result of the curse, and gently teases your soft, puffy lips. He drags the pad of his finger up and it flicks over you sensitive clit, making you gasp.
Sliding it back down, he slowly pushes his finger in. Your needy, warm, sticky walls immediately clench around it, making him smirk and chuckle darkly.
"Someone's a bit impatient."
His fingers curl inside you, causing you to whine. He pumps his finger in and out only four times, before he already adds a second. Scissoring your hole open for him. Fingers curling inside you, aiming for any spots that make you cry or moan.
Squelching noises fill the room as you only get wetter the more his fingers thrust in and out of you, grazing every right spot. His fingers are longer and bigger than yours, reaching places you could never. His skilled hands, flexible hands working you over.
You moan a loud whine when he suddenly pulls his fingers out. His hands move to the garter of his own boxers, slowly pulling them down. His erection springs free.
His tips a pretty pink, his length enough to make you nervous, his girth probably enough to make your throat hurt from screaming.
"I'll start slow. But I'm not making any promises..."
He presses his tip against your wet entrance and starts to slowly push it in. Megumi's head throws back at how tight you are, only taking his tip. The new stretch makes you wince at first, but you could already feel the pleasure start to settle in. When your breathing returns to normal, he continues pushing in.
Inch after inch, pause after pause, to make sure you can take it. After one more push, he squeezes himself fully into your tight hole. He groans deeply, loving how you spasm around his dick. You envelope him so good and the sight is just as good. This is so much fucking better than his hand.
Hands are placed on your hips as he gets used to being inside you. He slowly drags himself out, before harshly snapping himself back in. You flinch and your back arches. Yet Megumi can't help but love how you squeak and only clench tighter.
"Y-you said you'd go slow!" You complain.
"I said I won't be making any promises." Those were his last warnings before he starts gaining a fast relentless pace.
Hips crashing against yours with every harsh thrust. His swollen tip bullying your sensitive spots you could never reach inside of you. His hands now placed at the sides of your head as he finds his rhythm.
Your thighs are wide open for him. Everytime he hears a loud whimper from you, he'd immediately memories where that spot was and would aim and hit it over and over again.
His dick slides in and out, as if he were in a rush. Slamming into you, as if he hated you. He buries his face into your neck and his hands fumble down to your legs.
He grabs hold of your plush thighs, pushing them back and slightly up. He adds a little roll of his hips with every thrust which also only quicken. He's got you all squirmy and loud, yet he still wants more. He wants you to feel the same pleasure he's feeling.
So unsatisfied, he pushes your thighs back a little more, then shoves himself back into you, deeper.
A smirk curls his lips and he continues to thrust and slam into your battered pussy. The stretch of his cock making your cry out in pleasure. His speed making you writhe. It's like his tip is punching your cervix. Again and again, until your head goes fuzzy, but he just keeps going.
But you feel his thrusts start to get sloppy. Though he refuses to let himself cum before you. He brings a shaky hand to your clit, rubbing hastily. His dick rubs against every inch of flesh inside of you.
"C'mon, c'mon. Come on my dick. Fuck- fucking come on it or I'll go insane." He punctuates his words with a harsh snap of his hips.
His words like a trigger, your back arches, your grip on the pink sheets tightening, your legs cling around his hips, pulling him closer and making sure he stays inside you.
Your orgasm hits you hard, your walls flutter and clench around Megumi's cock. Feeling you drip and spasm around him, brings Megumi to his own climax. He pushes himself as deep as he can into you, before shooting ropes of cum into your poor pussy.
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You sit on the bed, cleaning and wiping yourself clean with a small towel Megumi had found.
Megumi emerges from the bathroom, even though he hasn't even been there for long. In his hands he holds new, unopened vibrators and sex toys.
