Vet!Megumi one shot [aged up]
synopsis: You were supposed to have a relaxing evening him your home after work during a storm but do your dismay your samoyed Ezra begins to throw up everywhere! So you call your small town’s veterinary clinic and Mr Megumi Fushiguro himself swoops in like a knight in shining armour and saves the day for the both of you. MDNI.
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All you expected was to have a quiet evening in afterwork whilst the storm rolled in. You did not expect your eight month samoyed to be throwing up everywhere on the floor of your living room. In a swift movement you moved off of your soft grey couch into the corridor of your farmhouse. A small gasp escapes your lips at the sight, “Ezra!” you gasp as you run over to your bundle of cloud sprawled across the pinewood floor-boards. Your poor samoyed ball of fluff was whimpering and throwing its dinner up everywhere. The stench of vomit hit your nostrils in a tangy sense, the tip of your nose scrunching up in disgust at the smell. Running your painted nails through your hair you let out a small sigh as your eyes scan over the situation as Ezra trotted away back towards the living room. Settling into reality your legs move before your brain can even register towards your kitchen towards the cleaning products.
After you finish cleaning up the unwarranted vomit across your floorboards you go and check on Ezra who was practically like a son to you since you were unfortunately single at age twenty-seven now. To your dismay the practical walking cloud was curled up into a ball on your plush couch which was unusual for the lively samoyed who was full of energy at all times of the day no matter what activity he had just completed. Full of concern you decide to call your small town’s vet to see if he could come down during the storm, although you were filled with doubt because what kind of person would want to drive down to a farmhouse during torrential rain in this kind of storm? But you had no choice but to call since you only owned a moped and you couldn’t drive that during a storm with a sick dog on it.
In a matter of moments you were picking up your phone and dialing the Vet Clinic’s number. After a couple of seconds the sound of the line connecting filled your ears.
“You have reached Ise Veterinary Clinic, how may I help you?” A female voice filled through the phone line.
“Hi, Is there a chance I could get a vet down to my house? I know there’s a storm rolling in but I think there’s something wrong with my samoyed.” you nervously spluttered into the phone. It was an annoying habit that you had gained when you were a child where you’d have a tendency to ramble and ramble in a nervous state.
It took a second for the person on the other side of the line to respond, all you heard was a flutter of a small mutter of a “One moment” and the sound of a keyboard clattering.
“We do have one person who could do…should be around thirty minutes. Could you answer a few questions while you wait?”
You answer eagerly in a small sputter of hope spreading across your chest as you answer all the standard questions to the Vet’s receptionist where you later on find out is named Yuki. By the time you hang up the phone someone is already softly knocking on your front door. Once the sound reached your ears you swiftly made your way towards the sound like an eager puppy for a treat. When you reached the door you realised how you were acting and took a breather, the sound of your slippers halting against the wooden boards. The sound of a sigh slipping past your lips before you realised that it was pouring rain outside onto whoever was standing outside your door and you frantically moved to open the locks. Quickly, opening the door you were might well with a sight. Standing before you was a 6’2 figure of mythological beauty. Dark midnight-like locks that were once spiked now sprawled across porcelain skin. Striking navy brows strewn together slightly as wet droplets of rain dripped down from the tips of his spikes onto his face. His eyes began to register you after staring at a ceramic door for too long. He was met with you.
He should’ve registered that you were dry and he was not when he first saw you but he hadn’t. He noticed your eyes, how striking they were at first sight, then the worry— assuming it was about your pet. The real reason he was at your farmhouse away in the city. In the most awkward place during a storm— not to stare at your gorgeous face instead.
But to you? You were met with a grumpy-wet looking man who was strikingly handsome at the same time. But he was the first to break the silence with your name. It sounded so foreign on his tongue but so nice at the same time, but to you it sounded so warm and inviting.
“Am I here for your dog, ma’am?” his smooth but quiet mixed with a hint of roughness in his tone as he spoke to you. He was leaned up against the archway to your home, his white button down shirt slightly wet from the rain as his black blazer sat across his shoulders, his forearm on the doorway as his other arm slung against his figure holding his medical briefcase.
Your focus immediately went to his figure, how muscular but slim it was under his shirt— almost hour-glass shape like. Then your ears finally registered his words after a long awkward minute of silence. You queasily glanced up at him as you slowly nodded as a nervous chuckle escaped your lips.
“Sorry— I’m not normally like this. I’m just worried about Ezra.” You explained as you glanced back at the handsome man you had yet to know the name to. He looked slightly confused to who you were talking about for a second before you added on:
“My dog! My sayomed! The one who puked all over my floor boards whimpering.” you accidentally rambled in a panic. Not knowing what to expect from him you stared at his blank expression. It stayed that way for a moment before it formed into a warm expression as laughter spluttered out from his soft looking lips in the dim lighting.
Unfortunately your expression formed into a horrified-panicked look as you raised your hands in front of you. “I’m so sorry, uh?” you spluttered as you looked at him with a questioning expression for his name.
“Mr Fushiguro— Megumi, ma’am. And it’s okay I understand your worry. Ezra is in safe hands.” he murmurs with your name stringing along the end in the most unprofessional-pleasant way ever for a stranger. You nodded with a nervous chuckle as you realised he was still standing in the rain as you quickly apologised and moved out the way for him to come in. He nodded with a soft chuckle that sounded way too sweet on sore ears— you included. When he stepped inside you realised how tall he actually was, he basically towered over you, causing you to tilt your head up. It was basically a shocker for you too since you stood at 5 '10 and still had to look up at him to look at his gorgeous face.
He too took a moment to stop and stare at you. Leaving the two of you standing in the middle of the open doorway, one totally inside and one awkwardly in the middle of the doorway staring down at one another. His body twisted slightly towards the warmth of the home but the other staring down at your face, paused not frozen just paused. Your body reacted the same, slightly stepping back but your upper body twisted towards him, your gaze also locked on his. paused. For a moment it looked like he was about to lean in at the way he was gazing at you and slowly inching closer to your face but he was interrupted by your sayomed’s whine from the living room.
That made you both turn your heads at the sound in a worry before glancing back at each other and realising what sort of position you were both in. You were first to take action by taking a step back in a panic and letting him fully come inside before shutting the door and locking it behind the two of you. You then turn toward him slipping off his shoes in courtesy and letting his socks fall against the wooden floorboards. Slipping off his black blazer and hanging it up on the coat hanger. But it was so strange, it looked like he was doing it in a way of familiarity, like he’d been here and done this action too many times to count.
But he hadn’t. He was a stranger and your brain was just tricking you because you were now in a year long celibacy with Shoko after her breakup with Utahime. So it was your hormones acting up over a stupid fucking vet. Get a grip. You mentally slapped yourself as you guided him towards your living room to where your dog was. He sprawled out against the floor beside the couch, panting and just overall not looking well. Mr Megumi rushed right over to little Ezra’s side in an instant, dropping his medical bag beside him as you stood in front of them in worry. He explained that he would examine him and that it might take a while so you suggested if you should make them tea to try to dry him off from the storm.
And that is how you ended up in your small kitchen, brewing two black peach teas for you and the handsome man you barely knew in your living room aiding your basically child. Nerves crippled up your spine as you slowly mixed sugar into your tea. As if the gods heard your nerves because after the seventh stir you felt a large warmth on your lower back and a low rumble of your name from a deep low voice. That snapped you out of it as you shot your head up at the sound as your vision was filled with..well. Practically the definition of mysterious beauty itself. You stared at eachother again for about two minutes before you registered what was happening and you stepped back and stopped stirring.
“Oh! Mr Megumi, I didn’t see you there.” you nervously muttered out as you wiped your hands against your joggers and glanced back at the tea on the counter.
“Don’t be a worry, ma cherie.” he reassured, murmuring the french words like a soft kiss on your ear drums. You didn’t know French, you’d learned English back in high school and university but that is it. So at the sound of it you tilted your head to the side in curiosity.
“Ma cherie?” you murmured, butchering the pronunciation with your Japanese stuttering through your words which was followed by Megumi’s warm laughter at the sound of your words. It made you laugh too in the moment. of quiet peace that you desperately wished for tonight instead of the events that occurred. But what an unplanned coincidence that it was shared with this man she barely knew. It was almost like he was a knight in shining armour, riding in to save your samoyed and your evening to be restored to peace once again. You were enamoured by his will to come so far in a storm just for a sick dog, you were too grateful and desperate to pay him back for his kindness.
“It’s okay I’ll tell you later. Also Ezra’s doing okay now, he just had an ear infection and a stomach bug. I gave him some medication so he should
be okay.” he softly murmured as he placed a large hand on your shoulder in comfort as he leaned down in warm support.
Your face instantly lit up at the sound of the news that graced your ears, a smile instantly painting across your lips as you stared up at him in thanks. “Thank you so much Mr Megumi!” you gleamed as you clasped your hands on his hand on your shoulder.
The eye contact was quiet, small. Not something that was heated and rushed but slow and soft. Longing for a stranger instead of yearning for someone you knew. A longing to get to know, to find out more, to have an opportunity to turn that curiosity to like and flourish that like into yearning love in the future. It was all mixed into one longing stare between two strangers that were meant to cross paths on that fateful night. Two pieces of a puzzle that was missing for the two of them. One twenty nine year old veterinarian who was single for five years and lived in a small townhouse in the middle of their small city of the sea side town of Ise. Meanwhile the other was a twenty seven year old detective who lived in a farmhouse in the countryside of Ise and owned a dog and had been single for two years. It may be fate, or just a coincidence. Who knows?
It felt like the two of you were magnets pulling together as the two of you inched together slowly, not pulling but a small inch each breath.
“You’re really beautiful, y’know?” he murmured out in a small purr as he inched closer down to you slowly. You smiled in a teasing manner as you inched closer to him too.
“You’re not quite bad yourself, y’know.” you teased back, repeating his little phrase back to him to nudge back which made him let out a small laugh as he slithered his arms around your waist with such precision like a snake wrapping around its well familiar prey. Quite ironic since he was a vet.
The action brought warmth throughout your chest and between your thighs as you braced one of your hands across his chest, your fingers splayed against the now dried white-cotton fabric in your grasp. “You’re a tease, mon ange.” he whispered as his index finger traced your jaw line. The more French, the more words you couldn’t understand, more barriers of making you strangers more than more than you could actually be, that you had the possibility to be but he was dropping hints of pulling away. Why?
But before you could overthink any further a warm sensation splayed across your lips as his lips gently pressed against yours in a type of kiss that was asking for permission not control. It was asking for trust not loyalty. It was asking for something you desperately needed. So you accepted and decided to drown in whatever display you were going to fall into with this man that went by the name of Megumi Fushiguro. Such a pretty name for a pretty man. So unfair.
But you kissed back, signifying acceptance, giving him permission to share something so intimate with you. Which to it he pushed with a little more force, tilting his head into the kiss as he splayed one hand on your jaw and the other on your whilst in a such a display of familiarity and warmth whilst you had your arms wrapped around his neck leaning into the kiss with equal rhythm of familiarity and warmth. But it wasn’t able to last long before you were interrupted by a little distraction.
Ezra had suddenly gained his familiar energy again and was trotting up to the two of you and nudging his snout between the two of your legs, letting out a small huff every once and a while as the two of you pulled away and glanced down at the sight. In an instant the two of you bursted out into laughter as his other hand returned to your waist and tightened around you as you drowned in giggles and the small huffs of Tamsy interrupting the two of you.
“Looks like someone is well again.” Megumi broke through the laughter as he stared down at Ezra as he let go of you and leaned down to pet the practical walking cloud now begging for attention from the two adults present. At the instant attention the sayomed leaned into the affection, nuzzling its snow fur like face into his hand— letting out a small sigh at the contact.
At the sight that was in front of you, you couldn’t help but slowly melt. The sight of him being so affectionate with your puppy was a sight for sore eyes, the dim lighting in the kitchen casting shadows across his figure and expressions. Causing him to look even more handsome. And after that kiss you two shared? It was so gentle, so longing. It was a surprise bubbling through your chest like fireworks ready to light.
“Thank you again for helping him, Mr Megumi. Well probably Megumi now after that kiss.” after you said that you instantly shot your hands to your mouth as you realised you rambled too much and mentioned the way too recent kiss that had just happened. You were already unsure whether to brush the topic but you had just blabbered it out like an idiot!
But to your grace he reacted in the best way. He let out a chuckle and stood back up to your level and stared deep into your gaze as his hands slowly reached up to your face. His large palms carefully cupped the side of your face as he pressed a small kiss to your lips before pulling away a little. Not too far but enough so he could stare into your eyes too.
“It’s my pleasure.” he whispered, adding your name onto the end like signing a letter with loved filled words like star struck lovers.
After that you offered to drink tea together on sofa whilst talking whilst Ezra decided to trot away to his bed that was located in your office next to the kitchen which left the two of you alone talking about random things. But one thing led to another and the two of you were already making out, you placed on his lap, your thighs splayed out on either side of him, his hands sprawled on your ass as the two of you kept your lips locked like your life depended on it. It had started slow, careful gentle kisses before it turned heated and desperate for that familiar chase of pleasure that two lovers usually enjoyed. Not two strangers— but that was the pleasure of the hook up culture.
But for an unfortunate reason hooking up was frowned upon in their small seaside village of Ise. People were usually expected to date and get married not sleep around, so it was something that could be talked about freely to their dismay. But they didn’t care, that's why it was happening.
But soon the quiet living room was filled with the sound of panting, lips smacking together and clothes rustling together. You were the first to pull away in need of air as you pulled away just about just to a see a string of saliva connecting your lips together as a smirk danced across your lips at sight. Your eyes glanced back at his and it was a sight. His eyes were lidded and drooping staring right down at you, his porcelain like skin was slightly flushed with his still wet hair sticking to his forehead. The collar of his shirt ruffled and the top buttons fully exposed now, showing off his collarbones and lean muscle.
But all the ravenhead managed to splutter out in a haze of lust.
“Can I fuck you, ma cherie?” he murmured out as he subconsciously thrusted his hips into you a little as a sign of plea. And in the splutter of the moment you eagerly nodded as a sign of acceptance as he instantly grabbed the sweater you were wearing and pulled it off of your body. Discarding the item of clothing onto your living room somewhere it didn't matter to him in the moment. In that moment all that mattered to Megumi Fushiguro was you splayed across his lap.
It left you in your bra, it wasn’t anything fancy, just your usual maroon coloured padded bra that covered every inch. No fancy lace to show off if it mattered to him which wasn’t on his mind at all in that moment. But he did begin by painting his lips across every inch of exposed skin which started at your neck, down your throat, along your shoulders and collarbones down across to your sternum. Leaving small bite marks and red marks in his wake. He didn’t treat you like a quick fuck— he treated like you were a precious artefact that should be handled with grace, each dance of his lips gracing your skin it was taken with time and prescion, like he was making sure like you knew he was present in the moment with you.
Each mark was followed by a small gasp or whine that escaped your lips when his lips ghosted over a part of your body which was particularly more sensitive than others. His name escaped your lips a little more times you would like to admit which pleased him even more as he continued his ministrations that pooled the two of you in pleasure that would continue to drown you with him into something more than just vet and patient’s owner.
He unclasped your bra swiftly with no trouble as if he had performed the action many a time before as his gaze was immediately brought to your bare breasts that were now swollen in the bliss of pleasure that had overtaken your body in the time he had worshiped you like a saint.
A small content sigh escaped his lips in pleasure as he stared at them, “Mon ange, you’re beautiful.” he whispered as he took one of your breasts into his hands and began needing it as he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck, peppering small kisses there as he whispered small praises into the whispers of your skin where he had left his mark with a mix of teeth and lips. At the contact of him needing your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple in a circular motion mixed with the sound of his praises caused you to arch your back in content and pleasure. The sound of breathy moans escaped your lips as his name stained your tongue like a repeated prayer always on your lips. Always in the air.
“Megumi— please.” you spluttered out which caused him to tilt his head up into your view, you had expected him to stop touching you completely but he just picked up the speed as his eyes met yours, rolling his thumb over both nipples now instead as his facial expression turned into a snide- droopy look.
“Use your words.” he murmured in a deep rumble as he continued his fine work with deep pressure and precision. He had managed to lure you in with sweet words and used it to tease you and take control of the situation.
To his tease a whine left your lips as you stared back at him, your brows furrowing together in a mix of pleasure and annoyance at his slight tease. Because he knew what you wanted— what you both wanted, you could feel it. You were sitting in his lap, of course you could feel his hard on through his black slacks as slightly moved your hips against his in the background so slowly he would barely notice but his hard on would.
“Please, have sex with me.” you murmured in slight embarrassment for a twenty seven year old who had plenty experience with sex but under his gaze it felt you were sixteen again losing your virginity in a nervous state. For a moment it was silent before his soft laughter filled the air as he paused his movements on your body that gave you a moment to breathe.
“Of course, ma cherie.” he whispered before in a swift movement he moved to pick you up, hooking his arms beneath your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your bare arms around his neck. He carried you up the stairs with no problem or complaint, like you weighed a feather to him. He murmured a brief question to where the bedroom was as you chuckled and pointed the way. He came to a stop before opening the door to your room.
Your room was quite big, a queen sized bed black duvet covers that you could swim in with a leopard print blanket splayed across the bed. You had a rug, a desk and board filled with papers and crime documents with shelves and books with your diplomas and medals. Your work clothes on your hanger with your wardrobe in the corner. The faint smell of weed, cigarettes and a candle that sort of smelled like strawberries filled his nostrils as he took in the sight for a second as he took in the unfamiliar room in front of him. But before you could speak he swiftly threw you onto the bed.
In a matter of seconds he was taking off his shirt whilst you were pulling off your joggers, brushing them off onto the floor as he moved onto unzipping his pants, sprawling his belt onto the side of the bed for later as he climbed on top of your almost bare body as he laid in his boxers. For you in this moment it was the perfect opportunity to see his figure and it was Greek god like. A muscular figure in the form of a sleeper build, slim waist included to match his pale complexion. It was a sight to see on sore eyes as he loomed over you. Briefly taking his lips to yours as he palmed your clit, causing you to arch your hips at the contact, a brief moan drowning in his mouth as he deepened the kiss. And as he deepened the kiss he pulled your panties to the side and dragged his slender fingers along your already slick folds.
He pulled away slightly from the kiss as a grin splayed across his lips in an instant, “Already soaken and I've barely begun, mon cherie.” he whispered in a tease as rubbed light circles along your clit. At the pleasurable sensation it brought you, your body reacted with his touch and your hips began to buck against his hand subconsciously as you glared back at him in a playful manner.
“You can’t say shit, look at you.” you hissed back as the palm of your foot cupped the crotch of his boxers where his hardened cock twitched at the sensation of another thing making contact it desperately needed which made an unwarranted growl escape his lips. Immediately due to your tease and the teasing sensation of your foot touching his cock he plunged two fingers right into your slick cunt. At the instant contact a loud moan escaped your lips in the sudden sensation of feeling a little fuller than usual and the burning sensation of his fingers thrusting whole into you.
“Shut it.” he growled out of embarrassment as his fingers moved tantalisingly slow for a reach for the pleasure your body was looking for, your hips bucked but nothing seemed to work at his annoying pace, even your desperate whines didn’t work. He had come to your home and helped your dog and then had the audacity not help you out when you splayed beneath him bare?
So you sucked up your last drop of sane dignity and slightly begged. “Please, Megumi.” You whimpered out. And if your desperate pleas were answered at the sound of his name on your tongue he picked up the pace immediately, relentlessly actually. That had your hips bucking intensely to match his pace that seemed to blow up out of nowhere, his thumb soon slowly began circling around your clit to add to an already equation filled pleasure diagram that your body could handle. The sound of your breathy moans alongside his quiet praises and the sound of his fingers thrusting into your slick cunt filled the quiet home.
After a small moment of him picking up the pace you were already reaching your limit, the tight knot in your abdomen screaming to unravel as your quiet prayers turned into small inconsistent babbles as you reached your high. “I’m gonna com—“ was all that was mustered up before your loud moan interrupted your own sentence as your back arched in the wave of your orgasm as your back hit the soft feeling of the blanket beneath your bare skin.
Megumi though seemed to loom over your panting body as he kept intimate eye contact with you as he pulled out his two fingers and lifted them up to your eye level before he leaned down, inches away from you, still keeping his gaze on yours as he sucked each finger clean of your slick and cum before he leaned down and pressed a heated kiss fo your now swollen lips as he caressed your hair away from your flushed face.
“You really look like an angel like this.” he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss, his praises seemed to slip from his lips so easily, like he’d been raised right to love women right and not be an absolute asshole. He was an absolute godsend at foreplay and how to make a woman orgasm from just his fingers at that. He was raised right and a vet? Practically the perfect man of your dreams. You remember he told you that he owns two huskies and fosters bunnies to have new homes. That was the type of man you would love to marry and he was in your bed practically naked and had just made you orgasm. Shoko was in for a ride of emotions when you finally told her the news.
But your night wasn’t over. Not yet
“You’re such a gentleman, Megumi.” you whispered back as your hand lazily traced his jaw as your eyes laid half lidded in a fucked out drunken daze.
At your statement a small smirk sprawled out across his lips as he leaned down into another kiss, pulling your legs down to his he pulled his boxers in a swift motion as he pulled away.
“You might not think that soon.” he sheepishly muttered as he itched his head as he stood back up nervously. He knew he had a big cock but when women saw it in person they gaped at how big it actually was. Your eyes though, zeroed in at the sight, it was so long. It had girth to it and your eyes widened at how big it was. You had to guess it was at least nine inches in length. But you let out a small chuckle and grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto you in a soft kiss.
“It’s okay.” you cooed against his lips and at the sound of permission and acceptance in your tone he instantly flipped you over as your stomach hit the soft blanket beneath your bare bodies. Your back and ass arched up to his level as his fingers splayed against the bottom of your spine. Your hands found themselves holding you up against the sheets as you felt the pressure of his swollen tip that was already leaking pre cum run along your slick folds. A shaky moan left your lips as you actually braced yourself for how big he was about to feel inside of you.
“I’ll be slow and gentle, cherie.” he softly murmured before he slowly sank inside of you about an inch, a loud groan leaving his lips at the same time as a soft moan left your lips in a lewd rhythm of symphony. You hadn’t expected when you met this man that he’d be a talker and very loud himself. As he continued to thrust into a small pace as he slowly inched himself fully inside of you. You on the other hand already felt so full as you braced against the mattress beneath you. Mewls and moans splutter out of your lips alongside the sound of his groans and moans behind you.
“You all the way in?” you managed to whine out to hear a nervous whine behind you as you turn your head the best you could to see a nervous expression across his features as he stared back at him as he shook his head. “Only half.” he grumbled as he pushed another inch in which caused you to falter a little as you whimpered. You never knew that this man would actually get nervous during sex due to his size when he was sporting all confidence and control just prior moments before.
By the time he fully pushed his hardened dick into your swollen already wet cunt you wrecked mess beneath him on the sheets, your legs unable to handle his deep thrusts as he found his pace as he decided to move at a fast pace whilst he kept one hand on your ass as he used his other hand to rub unforgiving circles against your clit that had unholy moans that were to lewd for supposed angel like woman beneath this secret freak of a man that carried around a monster in his pants.
And another fact you discovered about this man; he turned into a desperate whining mess with each thrust he pounded into you. Muttering phrases like:
“So tight, mon ange..”
“So pretty all f’me.”
“Feels s’good.”
All against the hot feeling of your sweaty skin slapping together as the sounds of desperate whines, sputtering moans and squelching of slick joining together continued to fill the room like a broken record player stuck playing the same song on repeat. That same familiar knot in your lower abdomen returned again when he pressed his hand against your lower stomach practically feeling his dick in your womb. An almost metaphorical statement of impregnating you with his child which was an insane thing to think about because you had just met this man!
It seemed like he was feeling the same thing because his thrusts became sloppier, the fingers on your clit slipped away as he focused both large hands on your hips as he picked up the pace and loudness of his groans as your repeated moans of feeling close filled the room as you both came to the symphony of the two of your moans filling the cosy room. At the same time he collapsed across your back muttering small praises like.
“You did so well.” whispering your name like a sacred text as he leaned down and pressed gentle kisses down your spine continuously adding onto his praises. “You took me so well, ma cherie.”
“So so well”
He whispered before the two of you collapsed back onto your bed, his arms snaking around your waist as the two of you stared at each other. Both content after what just occured. Left panting as your bare skin tangling with one another like a decade old painting on display in a museum.
“I never knew you were so loud, Mr Megumi.” you teased, adding on formality to add fuel to an already brewing fire as you leaned back against the soft mountain of pillows, your fingers tracing his bare chest as you spoke. Reacting to your words he scooped up your hand and nuzzled his face into your wrist.
“Mon ange.” he practically growled into your wrist as he refused to look you in the eyes as you sat back practically grinning at him with such a smug expression he didn’t know if he wanted to smack it off of you or fuck it off of you. But of course he didn’t hit women ever in any context and he had just fucked you out enough for one night so he settled on running away with soft kisses and whispers as a medicated response.
“Please, do not talk about it” he practically whimpered into your wrist before he lifted his face began peppering kisses along your wrist in small soft pleas in signs of kisses. A small message as you laid back at the sight with content and something along the lines of attraction for a like for this man, small want for a relationship with this man. In response you let out a small chuckle and nodded in alliance, “Okay, I won’t mention it.” you softly murmured as you leaned and softly planted a kiss against your lips as he gathered the two of you for a shower to clean up.
You slowly guided him towards the bathroom down the hall and when you opened up he was welcomed with the sight of a shower that was tiled with jade green tiles and a sink with a shelf and a mirror with all your products on. And a toilet in the corner. He moved into the bathroom with precision as he moved towards the shower and turned it onto a warm temperature and guided the two of you under the water and closed the shower curtain. You turned around at him as the warm water began hitting your bare bodies in the water as you tilted your head up towards him. In an instant his large hands are on your face and his swollen lips are on yours; the kiss is gentle, not heated like before. But careful, like he was nervous all over again like the two of you weren’t grown adults who literally just had sex together. It lasted for a moment before he moved to tie your hair up so it wouldn’t get wet with the hair tie you always kept on your wrist before he moved to soap his hands to wash your body for you.
You watched him do the whole thing, watched each expression on his face, how it changed slightly with each action he did, how he was so focused but his eyes were filled with so much warmth like he wanted you the same way you wanted him. When he soaped hands glided over your breasts you continued to stare up at him but then broke the silence between the two of you beside the running sound of the shower.
“So, what are we?” you murmured. It was a question everyone hates but it had to be asked after what the two of them did. Originally, when he had arrived he was a vet and you were just the owner of his patient but by the end he had ended up inside of you and now is currently cleaning you in your own shower! He stopped moving his hands as he stopped and stared back at your face and really pondered for a moment whilst he wrapped his soaped hands around your waist.
“Well, we could start by seeing each other— I can take you on dates, see you and Ezra.” he murmured as his fingers rubbed circles into the skin of your hips as he stared down at you with such a content expression. And you stared back with the same expression with two smiles filling the shower together. That warm feeling like fire waiting to light? Well it might as well be happening by the feeling in your chest at that moment.
“I would like that a lot, Megumi.” you softly murmured as you leaned in for a soft kiss as he pressed his lips back against yours in equal amounts of gentleness until the kiss continued and turned into a heated mess as he pressed your back gently into the jade tile behind you as lifted you up against the wall in the kiss. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pulled away from
the kiss, his darkened eyes half lidded as he stared back at your expression.
“Mon cherie, round two?” he murmured as he pressed his forehead against yours as you felt his hardened cock against your inner thigh as you lazily nodded as the warm water continued to hit against their skin creating an easy slick entrance for him to slide into your already swollen cunt from moments prior. You nodded in permission as he easily slid in gently and slowly as you let out a soft moan at the same time as each other as his came out in a soft groan as he thrusted a slow deep pace.
Intimate after quiet confessions in a loud compact shower that was covered in jade. Protection. It wasn’t just pleasure anymore, it was quiet confessions that they both liked one another as he picked up the pace but cruel, soft. Protective wrapped in slight possession as his hardened length moved against your slick cunt in swift motions as he held you up against the wall. Whilst one arm kept you up the other one worked on your clit as his mouth kept busy with your now swollen nipples as your back arched against the cold tile into a moaning blabbering mess as the euphoric sense of pleasure overrides any other sense of feeling. Meanwhile Megumi himself was reduced to a moaning, whining mess whilst sucking your nipple. But even in your euphoric mess you noticed it and glanced down and managed to let out a moan filled chuckle as you attempted to speak.
“Told—hah— ya’ you’re whining.” you managed to moan into a babble as your head fell back against the tile in complete overstimulation. The familiar knot in your stomach was back when he picked up the pace as he moved away so he could stare back at your fucked-out expression as your felt orgasm reaching its close. He was close too but he was way too focused on your expression and your babbling moans as you teased him again about something you promised not to talk about. So in retaliation he picked up the pace to relentless as he rubbed more circles into your clit and to add to the sinister collection he began rolling his fingers between your sensitive nipples which ultimately released your much needed orgasm alongside his.
The small shower sputtered out into a mix of loud moans mixed with whines and groans as skin slapping ultimately reached its slow as his white strings of cums pooled inside of you as your cum basically squirted out of you at the motion. Soon panting filled the shower as you fell against him in loss of energy from the practical workout they just did. He did manage to catch you, swoop you up in his arms.
“Careful there, ma cherie. We don’t want you falling, let get you back to bed.” he sweetly murmured as he grabbed a towel from the rack and turned off the shower, wrapping one around you as he wrapped one around himself before he picked you up once again but this time bridal-style. His big arms wrapped around your figure as he walked the two of you across your two-story farmhouse back to your bedroom where he sat you on your bed and began looking for your clean clothes in your drawers before coming back with a new pair of underwear, a pair of boxer shorts and t-shirt to sleep in.
“Thank you.” you softly muttered as you took the clothes from him and went into your closet to get changed. Once you had gotten changed, you glanced at your appearance in the closet mirror and you saw the state you were in. Your lips swollen, your cheek flushed, small bite marks and red spots around your neck and collarbone and probably all over your chest beneath your shirt. You took a small amount of time brush your hair and fix up your appearance before remembering that Megumi had no clothes to change into so you decided to go into the box you said you’d probably never touch again.
You moved across your closet to the other side and leaned down and grabbed a box that held a box of your ex boyfriend’s Suguru Getos clothes. You grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt as you turned around and placed them on your lap and looked back at the box with a sigh. It was the past and you were only using this for convenience, you
thought to yourself as you slid it back beneath the shelf and left your closet. As you walked out you were met with the sight of Megumi sitting on the edge of your bed, still in the towel that was hanging loosely as his gaze was focused on his phone in the palm of his hand. His expression was a mix of focus strewn beauty with his perfectly groomed eyebrows contouring into a small furrow of concentration. But the sound of the soft patter of your bare feet against pinewood floors filled his ears as he looked up at you.
His navy gaze filled with warmth instantaneously once you came into his line of sight. He softly muttered your name into the quiet night air as he took in your now well-together appearance alongside the extra clothes that were in the grasp of your palms. His head tilted to the side like a curious puppy as he took in the items, the clothes seemed too big for them to be owned and worn by you so it filled his chest with that spark of curiosity and possession wrapped in the probability of asking you about it. But to his grace you answered his silent questions without needing to be voiced.
“I got some clothes for you to wear, they’re just some old clothes I found.” you broke the silence as you handed them to him as his hands reached for your waist instinctively and pulled you in, resting the tip of his chin against the curve of your stomach, those navy eyes staring up with so much new found adoration towards you that just ran through him like fireworks through his veins. To him you are the most beautiful person he had ever seen, your voice, the way your voice sounded when you said certain things or how the way your face changed at certain reactions. He had carefully learned everything he could at the time of getting to know you over the past couple of hours. You truly were like an angel sent from the heavens above for him, your dog was like his and would fit perfectly. He had already started thinking about the future with you, taking you out on dates, eventually asking to be your boyfriend, maybe eventually moving into the farmhouse with you and his two huskies. He wanted to do it all with you if he got the opportunity to and if not that he would try and convince you to make it happen because you were his mon ange and wouldn’t change it for the world. He was practically enamoured by someone he met a couple of hours ago, quite strange but true and real.
“I appreciate your thought, ma cherie.” he murmured into the cotton fabric of your t-shirt as he hovered a light kiss over your stomach through thr warm fabric before fully standing in, hooking the arms that were around your waist to under your arms. Lifting you up in the process as he turned and sat you down on the bed which left you with a full view of his bare standing figure except for the towel hanging off of his hips. But it was basically like a sculptured art piece of tone muscle and slim figure, the way his waist wrapped with the muscle to create an hour glass like shape, how the dim shadows of the room danced across his porcelain skin. His dark locks now dried, strewn across his head in a hay mess of hair in the nicest way ever that made it look so soft to touch instead of spiking earlier on in the evening.
You watched as he dressed in front of you, his navy gaze never leaving yours as he slipped the t-shirt across his torso before slowly peeling off the towel leaving him bare once again as he reached for his boxers and slipped them in. Meanwhile you were stuck in a practical trance watching him change, the way his hands moved methodically, or the way his bicep tensed slightly with each dragging movement, or the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you no matter what. But soon he was clothed and already climbing back onto the bed and wrapping his arms back around your waist as he snuggled you against his chest and back against the headboard in a sort of bear-hold. Resting his chin on the top of your head as he rubbed circles into the bare skin of your hips in such a tender way.
Just as he was about to speak he was interrupted by the door of your bedroom opening and seeing a large cloud of white fur trotting through the door and jumping onto the bed with a content bark. Your dog had decided he had enough of being alone and wanted to join the party now as he snuggled into your lap as you began petting him in subconscious reaction as a warm smile spread across your face at the sound of Megumi's warm laughter. “Mon ange.” he softly whispered into your head of hair as he stared down at the heart-warming sight to see before him. His soon to be pretty girl snuggling with her practically dog-child.
“Hm?” you hummed as you turned your head back at him enough that you could see his face. He looked somewhat nervous but excited at the same time as his navy irises met yours as he leaned down and peppered a number of kisses across your lips before pulling back slightly. “Would you like me to stay the night and cook you breakfast in the morning?” he quietly asked as he glanced away from your eyes nervously and rubbed more circles into your hips at the question as he stared down at your lap.
You watched his actions and listened to his questions. A small chuckle escaped your lips as you lifted your hand to his jaw and traced his jaw— lifting his head in the process as you cupped his cheek. You returned his affections and returned a kiss to his lips in a gentle manner before pulling away and catching his nervous gaze. Your fingers rubbing light shapes into his skin in reassurance.
“Of course. I would love that.” you whispered as the three of you settled in for the night.
