. ݁⋆ ꫂ᭪ ݁˖ .𝓞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝓡𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝓜𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝓻𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 . ݁⋆ ꫂ᭪ ݁˖ .
ℳegumi was tired of watching on the sidelines, being the witness to your mistreatment. And after hearing your ex cheated on you, he was more than willing to step up for you.
“Six fucking years?!” Megumi exclaimed, still seemingly baffled by your admission.
“Three relationships and not a single one made you come? In four fucking years?” He was as truly appalled, surprised you never expressed your grievances beforehand. He tugged at the hem of your cotton-clad pajama shorts, now adamant on meeting the demands you so clearly deserve.
Your lips still tender and flushed from the previous few minutes of sloppy kisses, you nodded sheepishly. Your previous exes, primarily your last two were lackluster in various aspects. Whether it be full satisfaction in bed or providing basic reassurance.
Considering Megumi held suspicions for all of them spoke greater volumes than you’d even realized. With your last ex, Megumi despised him with a passion that seeped through his lungs and into his bloodstream. When your ex would deny you basic fucking affection when he should have been praising the very ground you stood on.
So when he found out that fucking idiot cheated on you? He had enough fuel to set ablaze a football field. Megumi was desperate to treat you right in every aspect of the phrase. And he’d surely start with providing you basic pleasure you so clearly deserved.
“It’s embarrassing, I don’t even know why the hell I was with him.” You murmured through soft huffs, your sadness slipping with every one of Megumi’s kisses.
“Mm, don’t be embarrassed, he should be embarrassed. Lemme show you what s’ like to be taken care of.” His fingers grazed your cheekbone with tenderness. Light smooches and nips along the expanse of your throat; light enough to keep your skin free of marks. He didn’t want to claim you, assert his possession, he was intent on worshipping you.
He could hardly process the idea of someone enveloping themselves in your presence without the intent of praising you with their body. Megumi wanted to prove it to you with a profound passion.
As his lips trailed, his fingers tugged at the thin straps of your top, pulling till the loose fabric bunched around your waist. “So beautiful…” He murmured against your chest. He shamelessly stripped you with his gaze, olive green eyes roving over the entirety of your figure.
In doing so, he licked along the exposed skin of your chest. His tongue flicked the hardened pebble of your nipple. You caught the smug grin which painted his face as he coaxed a melody of moans and needy whines. His hands molded either side of your waist so your back could arch towards his mouth in response.
Amidst his kisses trailing along the expanse of your stomach, he whispered against your stomach. “Gimme just a week, n’ i’ll show you how a man should treat you.”
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