Megumi x reader
an/ ik i said i’d never write this but hey 🤷♀️
The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the sound of your bare feet padding across the floor. Megumi had just gotten back from training, hair still damp, that signature scowl etched deeper than usual. You’d been in a mood all day—bored, restless, and honestly just craving his attention in the messiest way possible.
“Move,” he said flatly, trying to step past you into the kitchen. You planted yourself right in the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at your lips.
“No.”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m not playing around. I need water.”
You shrugged, stepping even more into his space. “Then go around.”
Megumi exhaled sharply through his nose. His hand found your waist, fingers firm as he pushed you gently but insistently to the side. The warmth of his palm lingered even after he passed. You followed him anyway, trailing like a shadow until you both ended up in the bedroom. You flopped dramatically onto his side of the bed, stretching out with a satisfied sigh.
“Get up,” he muttered, standing over you.
You grinned up at him. “Make me.”
In one swift motion, Megumi grabbed your ankle and yanked. You slid down the mattress with a yelp, sheets bunching under you. Before you could scramble back up, you shoved at his chest hard, laughing even as you called him every name you could think of.
“Asshole. Grumpy bastard. You’re so fucking annoying—”
“And you’re acting like a brat,” he shot back, catching your wrists when you pushed him again. His grip was iron.
You kept going, pushing every button you knew existed. “What are you gonna do about it? Bet your dick’s small when you’re pissed off.”
Megumi went still for half a second, then his mouth curved into something dangerously close to a smirk. “Didn’t seem small last night when you were moaning my name a whore.”
Heat rushed to your face, but you weren’t about to let him win. You twisted free and stormed toward the door, muttering under your breath. You didn’t even make it two steps before his hand fisted in your hair—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to pull you back against his chest in one sharp tug.
A little thrill shot through you. You liked this side of him more than you’d ever admit—the way he manhandled you so easily, like you weighed nothing. Your breath hitched.
“Cut it the fuck out,” Megumi growled against your ear, voice low and rough. “Stop acting like a bitch.”
You squirmed in his hold, but didn’t pull away. The sting at your scalp mixed with the heat pooling low in your stomach. His free hand slid around your waist again, yanking you closer until your back was flush against him. You could feel the tension in every line of his body, the way his fingers flexed like he was two seconds from tossing you back onto the bed.
“You started it,” you mumbled breathless.
“Yeah?” He tugged your hair again, tilting your head so he could look at you. Dark eyes bored into yours. “Keep running your mouth and see what happens.”