there's always a bigger fish.

megumi’s neck tenses at that, a jolt of energy he’s been desperately holding back begins flickering in the very fingertips that grasp you. he can feel the blood rushing down towards his cock, a dizzying little wet spot growing between your legs so sticky he can feel it slowly soaking through his boxers.

he takes a good look at you, the pale moonlight seeping through the curtains and drowning out your features, eyes closed with delicate eyelashes poking out, lips wide and breathing shallow huffs of air.

you have no fucking idea what you’re doing to him.

and it’s destroying the very last ounce of resolve left in megumi’s sleep deprived mind.

it’s not like he had much of a choice anyways, body fast asleep and giving him easy access to your barely covered pussy, chilling wetness almost freezing against his throbbing tip.

his hips move before his mind can catch up to them. holding his breath, he begins to gently rub his cock into you, friction so delicious it makes him woozy.

megumi’s fully studying you now, biting his lips to hold back his shutters, taking into account each time you stir, hips halting then picking up once you’re back to gentle snoozing.

the friction feels heavenly, leaky cock head effortlessly slotting between your thighs, massaging your pussy lips until they weep. thin fabric of your panties grows so sticky it only quickens his moments, the quiet tackiness beginning to build into sopping squelches.

it’s not enough to starve off that deep feeling of desire inside of him just yet, and megumi can’t stop himself from hooking a slender finger under the gusset of your drenched panties, freeing you from the syrupy mess he created.

megumi wishes he could see it, sounds heavenly and unexpectedly bashful, the rawest form of your body he can gaze upon lays centimeters away from his greedy cock, your soaked lips on perfect display for him to rut into.

choking back a groan once he’s smelling your heady, almost sugar-like scent, he quickly gets back to work. grinding against you with perfect precision, the head of his covered dick smooches your sloppy clit, letting your folds freely wrap around him to keep his shaft neatly in place.

a rough thrust from him startles you awake, breath hitching just as his tip prods uncomfortably at your entrance, eyes fluttering open to gaze at him.

it’s difficult to make out the shape of him in your dazed state of mind, messy tufts of black hair creating shadows in the darkness, his own mouth agape and heavily panting.

megumi doesn’t stop moving even as you wake, soft sighs spilling from his lips as he’s holding you tighter, shamelessly rutting into you like a dog in heat.

you were used to him using you like this, the nightmares that hoard his mind kept him up at night, and you were more than happy to be a distraction from them.

your hand blindly finds his sculpted face, thumb caressing his pale cheekbone. “megumi?”

“go back to sleep.”

you’re slightly awake now, blinking away the shame that bubbles in your chest once a slutty moan slips out of your mouth, the heated pool in your belly swirling with molten lava once he’s grinding into your clit.

you wriggle your hips against him, trying your best to match his uneven movements, words slurring as you urge him to keep going. “take it out megumi, wanna feel you.”

floating in and out of sleep, your hand falls down to the thick band of his boxers, clumsily dragging it down until his cock is jumping out of the soaked material.

megumi only nods, placing a breathy kiss to the side of your jaw once you’re lining him up to your folds and letting go once the tip catches at your entrance, cunt slowly sinking him in.

“r-relax,” he stutters, running his hand down your forearm and gripping your wrist, placing it back down at your side, “i’ve got it.”

the finger stretching out your panties angles upwards, poking your pretty clit as a thank you, circling the bud until his cock is buried to the hilt, your cunt clenching around his veiny shaft.

you’re exactly what he needed tonight, tight cunt effortlessly expanding around his cock like you were always made to take him. he’s unsure how he ended up with someone like you, the only person who truly gets him, only one that understands exactly what he needs— all without asking.

he doesn’t need to tell you that though, each thrust he gives you will instead. determined to find the perfect pace he adjusts the two of you, the arm wrapped around your lower back presses down, pushing your body up and down on his cock.

the pleasure runs deep, heated pin prickles trickling down your spine and throughout your core, sleepy pussy sobbing and begging for more.

“megumi,” you moan, arms wrapping around his neck, placing his head into the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, “feels so good baby, want it harder—give it to me, i can take it.”

baby.

his hips pick up in a pace he could only describe as inhumane, skin slapping ‘n echoing in the cramped space where the two of you meet, sounds bleeding into the walls surrounding your glued together frames.

megumi matches his thrusts with his motions on your clit, finger bumping your sensitive button just right, giving you toe curling pleasure, the kind that causes your cunt to clench on his cock.

“y-yeah?” he chokes on the breath leaving in his lungs, nodding into your neck in an attempt to cover it up, “want me that bad, huh?”

moaning, you hold him tighter as if he’d slip out of your fingertips, words slurring. “mmm, always want you,” you murmur, raking a hand through the soft hairs at the back of his neck, “i love you.”

“fuck,” megumi curses, placing kiss after kiss to your neckline, teeth grazing the soft spot behind your ear, “l-love you more.”

he whispers it so quietly he’s sure you couldn’t hear him over the wet sounds of your pussy, hips gyrating with just enough force to curve his cock up towards your g-spot.

he knows just how to get you to unravel for him, body loose as pleasure washes through your bones, heated skin growing tacky.

“g-gonna cum!” squeaking, your body shakes as your cunt tightens, fingers pulling at his onyx hair so tight it burns his scalp, making him hiss.

“yeah?” he’s growling, voice hoarse and full of adoration, he peers up at you, steadily watching the way your face scrunches up as you approach your high, fingertip speeding up on your clit, “let me feel it then.”

megumi can feel the instant you come undone, cunt clamping down, eyes rolling back ‘til the pretty whites of your eyes glaze over.

it makes his heart swell and balls empty, ropes upon ropes of gauzy seed spilling into your cunt, cock pulsating until he’s drained empty, exasperated breaths matching your own.

he doesn’t move right away, allowing you to fall back into a rhythmic sleeping pattern, holding you so tightly no cum dares to spill out from the two of you, fingertips prodding at the sensitive skin between your thighs.

he only speaks once he notices you fully back asleep, lips whispering into the shell of your ear, bitten lip gazing the lobe of your ear, whispering all the sweet nothings he so desperately wishes he could say to your face.

awake, that is.