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neighbor!shoko ieiri keeps finding excuses to send you videos of her playing with her pussy ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
cw: mdni, masturbation, pervert!shoko, art by shki00
It’s a beautiful night of summer and after a long day of heat, you’re thankful for the breeze coming through your window. You move slowly, taking your pack of cigarettes and a lighter as well as a glass of wine, just in case. Your hair moves as you lean in the window, lighting a cigarette and taking a few drags. You don’t even think about the sheer nightgown you’re wearing, no one is in the streets at these hours.
At least that’s what you thought, because after half of your cigarette you see your neighbor walking towards the entrance of the building, she makes contact with you instantly, smiling as her eyes lower just enough to catch your nipples poking in the dress.
You recognize her with just one look, dark brown hair and that cute mole next to her eye. You remember that her name is Shoko and that she’s rather odd and aloof. Since you found her at a bar and spent a night flirting with her without knowing that she’s your neighbor, she’s been acting strange. You went from never seeing her in the building, to see her at all times. In the elevator, in the entrance, in the supermarket close to the apartments. She was everywhere.
You keep smoking, the cherry of your cigarette glowing softly in the dark as you exhale a slow cloud of smoke into the warm summer air. The breeze feels nice against your skin, making the thin fabric of your nightgown shift and cling in all the right places. Shoko had already disappeared inside the building, but her little smile and the way her gaze lingered on your chest still replay in your head. Weird girl. Cute, though.
A few minutes pass. You sip your wine, letting the cool glass rest against your lips, when your phone buzzes on the windowsill. You glance down, expecting maybe a spam text or something from a friend. Instead, it’s from an unknown number. But you know who it is. You swapped numbers that night at the bar, back when the flirting felt light and fun and you had no idea she lived right across the hall.
The message is a video. Your thumb hovers for a second before you tap play, keeping the volume low just in case.
The screen fills with Shoko’s face first. She’s in what looks like her own bedroom, dim lighting, messy sheets behind her. Her dark brown hair is loose, falling over one shoulder, and she stares straight into the camera with a lazy smile. “Hey…” she whispers, voice a little breathy. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you at the window. Your nipples looked so pretty poking through that dress.”
Then the camera tilts down. She’s lying back on her bed, legs spread, completely naked. Her fingers are already between her thighs, sliding slowly over her pussy, glistening a little under the lamp light. She lets out a soft sigh as she circles her clit, hips twitching just enough to show how into it she is. “Mmm… wanted to tell you in person but this is easier. Look how wet you made me just from that little peek.”
The video keeps going, her fingers moving faster, dipping inside herself with wet sounds that make your face heat up. She moans quietly, eyes fluttering half-closed. “Come over if you want. Or keep watching. I don’t mind either way… your tits are still on my mind.”
It ends there, the screen freezing on her flushed expression.
You stare at your phone for a long moment, heart beating quicker than it should. Part of you wants to be offended, even harassed but the other part can’t ignore the rush spreading through your body, nipples tightening again like they know they’re being thought about.
Before you can even decide what to do, another text pops up. Just three words.
3ºA. Door’s unlocked.
You bite your lip, glancing toward the widow to gather your thoughts. You could ignore it. Pretend you never saw the video. Or—
You take one last drag of your cigarette, crush it out and set the wine glass down. Your bare feet pad across the floor as you grab a light robe, though you don’t bother tying it too tight. It takes you less than a minute to get to her door, you don’t even bother knocking.
𝜗𝜚 You’ve never really questioned where Megumi gets the money for his nice apartment from as a simple veterinary student. Until you’re scrolling through a camboy website late at night and realise- huh, isn’t that your name he’s whimpering under his breath? And, what would he sound like saying it in real life?
content: smut, camboy!Megumi, friends to lovers, closeted perv Megumi, male masturbation (a lot), female masturbation, edging, WHIMPERING, moaning, rambling, gooner!Megs lowk, pillow humping, overstimulation, dirty talk, teasing, humilation (a little), messy makeouts, dry humping, fingers in mouths, nippleplay, NURSING HANDJOBS, multiple orgasms, happy trails, praise, pet names (good boy, baby, etc), missionary, creampies, oral (f receiving), he eats his cum out of you, choking him w your thighs, crying, aftercare, happy endings
wc: 4.5k
a/n: eek! this is my treat to you all for 9k <33 I really cannot thank you all enough <33!!
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Your day so far has been terrible. Worse than terrible, like you burnt down a village in the eleventh century and now you’re being forced to reap the consequences in painful modernity. Firstly, your lecture was so boring you actively fell asleep at your seat and a girl had to nervously poke you awake with a pencil before you tripped over your own feet in a bid to get out as quickly as possible; then, a car drove through a puddle and splashed you with muddy water, and finally your shoes rubbed through your socks and now you have a fresh blister. It's rubbing against the heel of your shoe with every painful step, and you grimace as it stings.
All you want to do is go back to your dorm, slather yourself in bubbly bodywash, moisturise and pass out in your cosy bed. Unfortunately, you’re pre-booked into a movie night with your best friend, but you’re sure he wouldn’t mind if you cancelled, right? Megumi’s always been understanding, after all.
“Hi Megs!” You say into your phone- he picked up on the third ring, how punctual of him- “I’m super sorry about this, but I’ve just had an awful day and I can’t come over. I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine.” He says back, voice crackling over the speaker. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon instead, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you smile, “thanks!”
On the other side of campus, Megumi Fushiguro is annoyed. Significantly. Because now you aren’t coming over, how is he supposed to indulge in those little squeaky gasps you let out at a scare and wrap his arms around you when you jump into them?
Not that he’s perverted, or anything, though.
Okay, maybe he is a little perverted, but that’s between him and… well, his tens of thousands of nightly viewers that pay to watch him fist his cock stupid.
Yes, tens of thousands- the view count climbing as he goes stupider and stupider, his eyes twitching closed above the field the camera offers to the strangers watching him get off. Sometimes they send in donations, begging for him to edge himself just a little longer or pinch his nipples. He’s surprised you didn’t think he had a side gig going, considering how many little trinkets and gifts he buys for you.
And he’s worked up enough already over your recent post; god, he tries so so hard not to look because he feels awful, but when he catches a glimpse of your thighs in a bikini on his feed he’s so gone he can’t help but mewl into his palm as the other slicks his cock. This week, you’ve posted a cutely curated set of your recent outings- and Megumi finds himself scrolling through the snaps of stray cats, foamy coffees, and study sessions to a selfie.
In the picture, you’re wearing a cute little tank top- and all Megumi can think about is how soft the sliver of your tits the photo affords him looks; how he wants to stuff his face between them and drool (he’s doing that already, saliva pooling in his mouth) while you pet his hair from above.
And so he finds himself setting up his camera to face the chair he’s slumped on, cock straining and leaking impatiently against his boxers as he wrangles his sweats to the floor; all it takes is a few taps of his keyboard, and he’s live.
His hand palms over the bulge in his underwear, watching the way pre dampens the cotton as the first donations already start flowing in. But he doesn’t care about that, not right now, as he has your post pulled up on his monitor and zoomed in pervertedly to the dip of cleavage in your tank top.
If Megumi was happy to let you stay at your dorm, you’re practically thrilled. Honestly, getting yourself off wasn’t part of your intended plan, but the seam of your underwear caught just right as you slipped into bed and now your fingers are carding messily through your own slick.
Your other hand, the one not circling your clit, is scrolling lazily on your phone through a live camboy website of all things. You can’t even find it within yourself to be ashamed, not when you’re being offered such a glorious array of whining men jerking into their hands.
“Nope,” you breathe, flicking past somebody in too-clear, pristine, professional lighting. “No…” you grimace again, ignoring the advert at the bottom of your screen telling you to ‘meet hot singles now!’
God, is there anything good on here?
Actually, you think surprisedly, landing on a slightly gritty livestream of somebody cracking out breathy moans through the occasional whine, maybe there is. It's like audio porn, but even better, because you know he's actually getting himself off, thick globules of pre snaking over his clenched knuckles while his other hand runs teasingly over his chest and pectorals.
Your index finger presses down onto your clit, applying enough pressure to make your hips lift a little off the bed as your thighs twitch restlessly. “Oh,” you moan to yourself, “mhm-“
On screen, the faceless camboy is repeatedly drawing his hand away from his poor, sensitive tip to watch the way his cock spurts out pre and soaks the messy happy trail crawling across his abs. “Hah, fuck-“ he whimpers, hips fucking into the air, “fuuccckk, feels good, hck-“
Oh, you think hazily, two fingers fucking into yourself, he’s gone totally stupid.
Nice!
He keeps rambling, the microphone picking it up. “Ohhhhmygod,” he slurs, “miss you. You’re so pretty, miss you s’bad…”
You pause, fingers buried knuckle-deep into your own cunt. Hold on- you recognise that voice. It sounds eerily similar. Your brows pinch in concentration as you rake through the people you know; nobody from your lectures, nobody you’ve spoken to in passing, nobody. You’ve been through everybody- well, not everybody.
Megumi.
“Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself, grabbing your phone and sitting upright, “no fucking way.”
The camboy has a catalogue of previous livestreams pinned on his profile, ranging in length from hours-long edging sessions to quick bursts of videos he must’ve spontaneously recorded in a bathroom or another public space that you really shouldn’t be camboying from.
The phone is obviously slung in his hand, his other set of fingers stroking across his abs before pinching the tip of his cock. The noise he lets out hits the microphone sexily, so sexily it makes your thighs snap together.
The first full video you click on is a landscape view. The bedroom is dark and fuzzy, grainy footage showing his whole, naked body (but not his face) as he spreads himself out rather prettily on top of his sheets. The man’s back is arched slightly as he humps into a pillow, his eyes no doubt rolling back in his skull if you go by the noises he’s making.
“Hnngh-“ he whimpers, cock buried within the plush cotton of the pillowcase, “oh fuck, it still smells like y-you-“ he’s rambling, “smells so good, so gooood, fuck, feel so bad-“ your cheeks are hot. That’s definitely Megumi’s bedroom, you’d recognise that neat pile of veterinary textbooks on the shelf anywhere; but, that isn’t his pillow.
It’s yours.
“Can’t help myself, feels too good-“ he pants, mouth muffled against the bed as he desperately grinds his pelvis down. “Wish it was you,” he moans as he cums, hips stuttering against the soft material.
It’s definitely yours, the one you accidentally left at his dorm a few weeks ago after you slept on his couch with freshly-washed hair and the smell of your shampoo seeped into the pillow. “Holy shit.” You mutter to yourself, entranced with the way Megumi’s moaning stupidly about how good it smells on camera to thousands of strangers.
Thousands of horny strangers, as evidenced by the comments.
> Oh my god his whines
> I’m so wet rnnnn ughhghgh
> THE RAMBLING FUCKKKK
You know it’s him, definitely- but you can never have enough proof. At least, that’s the excuse you use to justify why you’re salivating over a lewd video of him wrapping his shaky fingers around his base and tugging. “I wish it was you-“ he breathes, “wish you were here.”
Surely he isn’t talking about you, is he? At least, that’s what you’re trying to tell yourself as you turn up your volume and your brightness simultaneously. “Fuck, you looked so good earlier,” he rambles to himself, occasionally cutting off his own train of thought as his fingers pull harshly. “I wanted you to fuck me so badly it hurt.”
He moans loudly, cracking at the end. “So badly, ngh-“
You’re shocked, honestly, sitting in bed as your best friend whimpers himself to an orgasm. You don’t realise he’s cumming until you hear him whine and his back practically arches away from the chair he’s in, shoving his slick tip towards the camera, and oh, he looks so pretty. His abs get a firm splattering, dripping messily across the sweaty skin, before he shakily drags a hand through the white. Then, the video ends, and you’re left to stunned silence and your own soaked gusset. And, of course, the comments.
> WHOOO is he talking about
> He’s so messy
> nghh his happy trail is sosoooso hot
You can barely face speaking to him the next day, nervously curled up on the opposite side of his couch and anxiously worrying your lip between your teeth. Lest you blurt out something along the lines of “I saw the video of you whimpering and humping my pillow and I had to take a cold shower afterwards”, you take a shaky sip of your water instead.
Now you’re back at Megumi’s place, you’re really registering how much money he must make from camboying. There’s nothing broken, not even little things like the window latches that, at your dorm, have a nasty habit of getting stuck closed in summer. And his clothes are nice too, in a subtle way- casual, but definitely made from a comfy blend of materials that polyester is nowhere near.
Your one saving grace is, dizzingly, that now you know he wants you too- and it’s maybe that (or the lack of sleep) that carries your next words out of your mouth.
“You know you can speak to me about anything, right, Megs?”
“Yeah?” He side eyes you, running a pale hand through his spiky hair. You squint. “Like, anything.”
He nods slowly. “Uh, yeah?”
“Oh, okay,” you say, “so when were you gonna tell me you make your money from being a camboy?”
Megumi freezes. His whole body tenses up on the couch and he looks rather nauseous.
“What?”
You shift into your hands and knees in front of him on the couch, slowly crawling towards his stilled body. “Don’t pretend,” you say, voice dropping into something a little breathy and very evil. Your fingers lightly drift across his thigh, and Megumi jolts. “I saw. That was my pillow, wasn’t it?”
His cheeks go redder than you think you’ve ever seen them- but he’s still silent, processing the fact that you know he fucks his hand every night on camera while whimpering your name. “I’m sorry,” he manages finally, voice thick, “I’m so, so sorry, I just- fuck-“
He dares a glance up, and almost chokes on his own spit. You look sorry for him, a little sad at how panicked he is; your eyes are big and round and, most of all, trusting, and it makes him feel hot. Mortification washes over him when he feels the blood previously flooding his face rush southwards, his sweats filling out the longer you pity him.
Honestly, he thinks he just wants you to take care of him. Maybe that’s why he’s spent so long begging on livestreams, cock buried in your scent or the fingers he wishes were yours.
“Admit it,” you whisper suddenly with a fresh burst of confidence at his blushing, your mouth hovering dangerously close to his. “You like this. Me pitying you.”
Megumi’s breath shudders loudly, his eyes screwed up as he gulps. Say it, Megumi! Something hisses at himself, you know you do. “Yeah. I really do.”
The initial press of your mouth against his is curved upwards as you smile into his tongue. You were expecting him to be just as tentative, but instead Megumi is messy- like he needs you to breathe, gripping you through your clothes with grabby hands.
“Mmpfh!” You squeak against his lips when he nips down- hard- on your bottom lip. He’s breathing heavily now, eyes shut lucidly as he leans into the gentle touch of your palms on his face. The kiss is sloppy; you keep pulling away for air, glossy strings of spit clashing in midair, only for Megumi to gasp and pull your mouth back closer.
It’s not close enough, though.
His hands are fisting in the shirt at your back, clinging to your waist to drag you atop his lap. Megumi doesn’t even realise what he’s done until you gasp, pulling back just long enough to gaze down at his face. All flustered and dazed, lips kiss bitten as he instinctually chases after your lips- how pretty.
You feel bad for the viewers, the ones on his livestreams who don’t get to see the face he makes when he’s all worked up. Your lap is splayed across his bulge, and when your hips lift up to awkwardly wriggle out of your jeans Megumi drops his forehead to your collarbone and whines at the loss.
And it’s that thought about those livestreams that brings your hand down his chest, feeling the fluttering beat of his heart, before playing with his waistband. He physically lurches when your hand, so soft and warm and loving, gently coaxes his cock out.
It slaps obscenely against his stomach, tip a pretty pink and dripping big beads of shining pre. There’s a significant vein striping down the side of the pale skin, curving around the length as it twitches hopelessly in the air under your watchful gaze. Megumi’s fingers are curling into the couch on either side, digging hollow dents into the throw pillows like he isn’t ready to allow himself to touch you.
Your other hand travels up his body towards his face, tilting his chin up towards you so you can take in his blown pupils and the haze already seeping over them like ink. His mouth is clamped shut, lips drawn into a thin line to keep his needy noises locked behind his teeth; so, logically, you have to open him up.
Two of your fingers slide tentatively into the warm, small space of his mouth, and Megumi accepts them like a ship going to the sea, waves battering at his sides. He feels a little like he's drowning inside his own head, being so vulnerable and pathetic under you, but the feeling of your digits gently probing at his tongue keeps him steady.
You’re still across his lap, scooted backwards to allow his cock to rest in the heated space between you as you gently take it in your hand. He moans immediately and his hips buck up. “Sorry.” He apologises thickly around your fingers as you ease them out, warm face dropping against your clothed chest. And yet, his hips don’t stop.
They splatter your hand with pre, almost erratically bucking up into your awaiting fist as you curl it into a tighter hole for him to thrust his length through. You use your other hand to pull at his hair just hard enough for him to turn and look at you, his cheek still pressed up hard against the outline of your tits visible through your shirt. You grin.
“Do you want me to take it off?” Your fingers are already curling into the hem. When you take your hand from his cock to wriggle out of the fabric, Megumi chokes on his own whine and desperately lurches forwards- but while your edging was cruel, the sight of your tits in front of him makes it worth it.
“Wait, slow down-“ You’re only just fumbling with the clasp and giggling when Megumi decides that it’s been long enough and he needs his mouth on you now. He trails sloppy, open-mouthed kisses from your throat to your sternum and soaks the lace of your bra with his spit before you rip the garment away and he connects his lips to your nipple.
At the same time as you gasp softly and arch further into his mouth, your fingers reconnect with his aching cock and resume their prior movements, only this time Megumi’s whimpers are muffled around your chest.
“Never want to think again,” he slurs suddenly against you, glossy spit trickling down the valley between your breasts as he pops back long enough to shove his tongue greedily into your mouth again. “Just… just- fuck, I’m so needy,” he cracks out, your lips parting loudly to welcome his own.
“You are,” you agree, gently bringing his face away from yours so you can look at him. His eyes are heavy and glassy, his mouth hanging open slightly as though their purpose is to await the next lick of your tongue between them. “But that’s okay,” you continue, stroking his head as his mouth attaches itself to your chest again. “You’re allowed to be needy.”
Your hand feels warmer, suddenly, as Megumi cums from your allowance. Maybe he’s been waiting for it, secretly, the permission from you to let go; his release drips hot and sticky across your knuckles, and there’s just so much of it. His cock is still spurting when you push him back against the couch, still messing the sliver of happy trail on his stomach you want to mouth at and ruining his shirt that’s covering the rest of the hair.
He has a forearm thrown across his eyes as his hips continue bucking, little whines and gasps hidden behind the skin. Your fingers trace the hem of his shirt and he shivers. “Off?” You question quietly. When he nods jerkily, you peel it away and oh, it’s even better than the livestream.
You always knew Megumi went to the gym and ate reasonably well, but the refined ridges of his abdomen, splattered with a trail of hair from his navel downwards, makes your mouth salivate. He’s embarrassed by you looking, you can tell, but it really isn’t your fault!
“I see why you have so many viewers now.” You giggle, standing up to unhook your panties and toss them to the side. Megumi watches in nothing less than total awe as your bare body is revealed to him in his living room. It’s an invitation, the way you look at him, he knows that, but he can’t figure out what he wants to do with it.
Bend you over the glass coffee table? He wouldn’t be able to see your tits. Doggy? Same problem as the coffee table, and he doesn't think he could handle seeing your ass move. If you got on top he thinks he’d cum embarrassingly quickly and then pass out, too much for your first time together, really-
He settles on missionary.
Which was probably a gigantic fucking mistake, he thinks as soon as you’re lying beneath him, because his brain immediately blanks when faced with you spread out like this. He’s kneeling in front of you, cock still dripping, but he’s unable to move from shock. “Fuck,” he swallows eventually, shaky hands landing on your soft, bare thighs.
“You’re… so pretty.” Instinctually, you blush; your cheeks are pinker at his sweet little praise than they were when you’d laid back on the carpet, rug cushioning the feeling of your bare spine and sinking comfily into your feet as you drew your knees up. “You too.”
It sort of just slipped out, a casual response to what Megumi said, but it makes him freeze. A slow, slightly malicious smile paints its way across your face as you sit up on your elbows, unintentionally pushing your chest towards him as your legs fall open. “You’re just sooo pretty, Megumi, the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, it just makes me want to-“
A palm clasps itself over your mouth and you make a muffled, indignant sound of protest. “Stop.” Megumi’s head is hung low as his chest reverberates outwards in his plea, his other hand tightly squeezing his cock; he must be sensitive if this is what a teeny bit of praise does to him, you think, letting your thighs spread further for him to shuffle between.
Your hand reaches up to peel his palm away from your lips. “Megumi,” you whisper, “you can fuck me. You’re allowed to.” His next breath escapes shakily, as his eyes fixate on the way his tip is lined up glimmeringly with the entrance to your pussy.
Somehow, the overwhelming need to bury himself inside you overrides the sense of terror within his bloodstream, and Megumi finds himself slowly pushing himself into you. “Oh,” you moan, hands coming up to splay across his shoulders, “fuck, Megs. That's so good, baby.”
The nickname unlocks something new in him, the feeling of your walls stretching out for him (and only ever him from now on, he decides hazily) while you gasp his name quietly makes his thrusts turn harder, seeking a new level of release he fears- no, knows- he’ll now only be able to reach from this.
The stretch is mean at first, his flushed length scraping past your sweet spots like he’s teasing them for later. Your chest heaves as you breathe through it and let him in, legs wrapping loosely around his lean waist while your hands come up to cup his cheeks and drag him down into another sloppy kiss.
This kiss is messy beyond comparison, spit and teeth and tongue more than lips as the pace of Megumi’s cock thrusting into you picks up. There’s a rushing of blood in your ears when your hand drifts down to rub your clit wonkily, a noise that subsides quick enough and lets you listen to Megumi instead.
And oh, what a thing to listen to!
“Fuck,” he’s moaning, voice cracking on the syllables, “you’re so warm, so tight, wanna- hnngh- stay here forever, god-“
He’s whining and crying, sobbing uncontrollably about how good you feel, how warm and wet you are wrapped tightly around him, and it sends a fresh wave of slick from you that decorates and splashes against his pelvis.
As hard as he tries to hold back and be a goody boy for you, Megumi cums first. The feeling of him spilling into you, thick and wet, makes you gasp brokenly as your nails dig into his shoulders. “Sorry-“ he heaves, pulling out, “I’ll make it up to you-“
He presses himself flat between your thighs, and you’re too dazed and throbbing to do anything but watch the way he’s staring pussydrunkenly at the sight between your legs. It’s almost nasty, just how much is dripping from your cunt down to the floor, in one thick droplet he’s lurching forwards and licking up with his mouth.
“Oh my god-“ you mewl, back arching up as he eats his own cum out of your pussy. Your hands reach down to grip at his spiky hair, more as an anchor than anything else- you don’t need to guide him, he’s good enough, although you don’t think Megumi would pull away if you wanted him to.
He’s completely lost in it, groaning and whining into your pussy with his eyes half-closed while his big hands wrap around your thighs and dig into the flesh until it dimples beneath his touch. You’re whimpering by the time he pushes you into an orgasm, lips suctioned tightly over your sensitive clit, but he doesn’t stop.
“Hah- wanted to do this f’so long,” he’s mumbling against your cunt, shoving his mouth open to lick a flat stripe across the full space you offer him. “So good, so good…”
Your pussy flutters needily around his tongue, his tastebuds coated and lacquered with your slick and his own cum. The concept should be off-putting to him, he knows that, but he can't be ashamed when your hits jerk into his face and he raises his hands to grip onto your plush thighs even more. Megumi barely realises what he's doing before you call him out on it.
"You- you want me to clamp them?" You gasp, watching the way he's smothering himself with your skin. Megumi moans in agreement, in admission. And you oblige.
Your thighs tighten around his head harshly, applying the maximum amount of pressure you can manage; his dark hair gets messed even more, his skull compressed, and yet Megumi thinks this feels like heaven.
Eventually, what little coherence he had left devolves into something close to devotion. He can’t do anything but lie there and gently grind his overstimulated cock into the soft carpet, his mouth smushed against your cunt as he unintentionally drags you into a second orgasm and you sob.
In fact, you’re both sobbing a little. There’s tears brimming in his eyes, saline drops threatening to streak Megumi’s already bright cheeks, while the water collecting at your waterline has already begun slipping down your temples. “S’too much.” You hear yourself slurring. Your voice sounds underwater, like it’s a recording of yourself you’re listening to.
As shaky and weak as you are, your hand manages to fist in Megumi’s hair and pull him back. His long eyelashes flutter a segment open, like he’s checking you’re real and here, before he draws himself up blindly to collapse beside you on the rug as you catch your breath.
A little like a tired puppy, Megumi drops his forehead against your shoulder and buries his face into the damp skin. Your arm curls around his back loosely, heat prickling your skin, and you clear your hoarse throat to speak coherently for the first time since he pushed himself inside you.
“You did really good.” You mumble, eyes closed and head tilted back. “So good.”
If a fresh sheen of tears starts to leak out onto your skin where Megumi is buried, you don’t comment on it. He wouldn’t say it out loud to you, not in a million years, but he feels safe. In an odd way, considering he’s naked and spent next to you in his living room with your taste still coating his tongue.
“Maybe…” you giggle, eyes still lazily shut as your fingers trace shapes across his bare back. “You should livestream it next time.”
He groans and tightens his arms around you. “Absolutely not.”
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a/n: thank you all so, so, so much again!! + this post was mainly inspired by @lipstainedgemini ‘s lovely posts about camboy megumi! <33
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perverted boyfriend! megumi fushiguro who doesn't even realize how obsessed he is with having his his hands on you all the time 𖹭.ᐟ
you really can't escape your boyfriend's needs.
megumi needs to be touching you at least somewhere on your body otherwise he would start grumbling and grunting over the simplest things.
it doesn't matter where, as long as he's got a hold of you. he's just too clingy.. but can you blame him? you're just too gorgeous to leave alone! he treats you like you're some kind of stress ball that he'll get relief out of if he has hands on it. (of course, with love)
and at first, he didn't even realize it was that serious.
your thighs are one victim — he's tracing small doodles on your skin absent-mindedly, occasionally squeezing them too hard you whimper from the sudden pain.
your hands aren't left alone either.. don't worry, they're already getting massaged while you lay back and watch a movie! if you ask him to put nail polish, megumi gladly will but do expect a few complaints. call him the best nail tech you've got since it's free.
it's clear your boyfriend obviously loves having a hand on you at all times. though, he says his ‘mini’ fixation isn't that severe. megumi thinks he probably just needs time for himself and that's why he's been so persistent on physical touch.
but up until the time you were out on a girls' day and you weren't there for him to grope hold lovingly — he realized his obsession was far worse than he'd judged. best believe he used anything near him in the room to play with. sadly, the pillow saw things the following nights you weren't home.
when you finally came back after a torturous 3 days, your boyfriend pounced on you like a dog greeting its owner. megumi immediately went straight for the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like a madman and mumbling something incoherent about ‘how good you smelled.’
you were tired, sleepy, exhausted — a mix of all three — hauling your suitcase in and stumbling through the front door. buttttt, it seemed that megumi's sex drive was through the roof after being deprived of his girlfriend's contact.
and his hands... they were already trailing lower and lower to where megumi especially loved touching you. his fingers toyed with the zipper for a bit, then slowly pulled it down until it screached a familiar metal sound. megumi took the initiative to pop your jeans' button open — revealing your lace panties.
ones that usually, megumi would love to see. but with how needy he was to be able to feel you in the moment — he wanted nothing more to do with it than to rip it apart because it blocked his way of having you.
and really, you could say no, but where's the fun in that?
-
“megs— ngh.. too much, please, fuck!” you cried when your big boyfriend pushed another inch inside you, nails digging into his back with each length you take. he wasn't even halfway in yet!
“shit, you're too tight.. i'll take care of you, baby. just be quiet.” megumi groaned, and you felt his cock kiss your walls due to the vibration of his low moan — causing your gummy walls to spasm. he pressed a soft kiss under your eye where tears started falling, tasting the salty beads pooling on his lips.
your pussy sucked him in so greedily and so fucking good megumi thought he'd pass out with your hole tightening around his cock. he wasn't even planning to fuck you — you just wanted a little cockwarming until you fell asleep!
but with how much megumi and his dick missed being inside you after that cursed girls' trip you went on — he might just lose the plan and end up going for a quick fuck to solve his desire. it was taking everything in megumi to stop himself from pinning you down and giving you the best sex you've had in a while.
megumi's hands fly to your waist, the warmth of his hands transferring the heat to your skin, making you jolt. and in just a second without you realizing — he flips you over on your back, and he thrusts in, deep. plus, megumi acts like an animal in heat when he doesn't get his way with you easily...
so how could you say no to your needy boyfriend?
a/n: i'm so sorry this is short! ive gotten so busy with uni lately, and it's beating my ass rn 🥹 im in a few clubs as well, and im a journalist... unfortunately, that's where my creativity for writing went—so this is a short one 😭 im so sorry i didn't get to post for a month!! ill try my best, and i promise im working on a yuji ff 🥹🥹🫶
— cw :: not proofread, porn w/ little plot, dominant! shoko, switch! utahime, bratty sub! reader, use of toys (strap-on and vibrator), penetration (utahime receiving), overstimulation (r! receiving), slight dub-con, mention of a safe-word that isn't used, slight aftercare.
⤷ requested by the loml :: @lilithkleia . <3
"that's it, love," shoko coos sweetly, warm breath fanning over the shell of utahime's ear. her hips smack against the plump curve of her girlfriend's ass as she drills her pink strap in and out of her weeping cunt. "you're taking me so well."
utahime, her back arched and tear-streaked face pressed into a pillow, lets a string of incoherent moans fall from her lips in response to the praise. the sheer force of shoko's seemingly never-ending erratic thrusts cause her pebbled nipples rub continuously against the satin sheets beneath them.
the brunette chuckles quietly, momentarily relishing in iero's debauchery. her brown eyes lazily flick upwards in the direction of you—bare from the waist down and squirming so prettily on a chaise lounge with a vibrator buzzing incessantly against your soaked pussy.
you'd been pestering shoko all day, purposefully pressing buttons and crossing lines you knew would irritate her. some idiotic part of you was desperate for a reaction, but she didn’t crack a singular time.
not while the three of you went out to a café for breakfast, and you kept stealing sips of her coffee, or when you all traversed the nearby mall and teased her in the victoria secret changing rooms by basically feeling her up.
she put up with all of it. and now, you're paying the price for your petty and unnecessary behavior.
"shoko," you hiccup, legs trembling. "i—"
shoko clicks her tounge and lets out a disapproving sigh, effectively cutting off your whiny protest. maintaining eye contact with you, she runs her hands along the curves of utahime's body—a taunt—and slows her thrusts slightly.
"what's the problem, baby?" she inquires, raising a brow. a faux look of disappointment graces her features. "i thought you wanted this."
see, she'd realized on the journey home that all her poor, sweet angel wanted to do was cum, for it'd explain your obnoxious behavior. oh, and she'd let you, of course.
just not in the way you wanted.
the tears accumulating along your lashes suddenly trickled down the slopes of your cheeks—a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain, in shoko's eyes—as your hips were unsure of whether to grind or shy away from the vibrator.
utahime lifted up her head and fixated her gaze upon your trembling frame. "sho, i think she's had enough," she murmured softly. "the poor thing's already cum three or four times—ah!"
the words died on her tounge by yet another sharp thrust from shoko. she resumed her previous pace, eyes narrowing. "i don't recall letting you decide, uta," she warned lowly.
utahime's walls clenched around the strap-on, lewd cries leaving her lips. she wasn't stupid to say anything else, for she knew shoko always made sure to act upon her threats. instead, she let her head drop back down onto the pillow, focusing her attention on the pummeling cock rearranging her guts.
by now, you were openly weeping, the steady thrums pushing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm. "shoko, please! i can't—ngh—cum anymore!"
"oh, but you can," shoko replies, her tone mocking your pathetic cries. her hands rest upon utahime's hips for leverage to, fucking her body back and forth upon the strap. "until you're ready to apologize, i'm afraid you're out of luck."
your nth orgasm crashes down on you. your vision blurs to a near blinding-white, and your toes curl so hard that you swear they cramp as your juices run down your spasming folds. as your high ebbs, the vibrator still does not. and that is your true undoing.
"i'm sorry!" you sob, the two words slurring together. "i'm sorry for—fuck, ngh—acting l-like a brat earlier today! please—"
that was satisfactory enough, shoko supposed. she reached a hand down to rub quick and tight circles against utahime's clit, catapulting her into a climax, too. her cum coats the strap's length, creating a sheen that glimmered in the low lamplight.
shoko waits a moment for utahime to relax before unsheathing herself from the depths of her sex, quickly making her way over to you. her fingers switch off the drenched toy and unfastens its ties from around your thigh, setting it aside before tenderly cupping your face.
"are you alright?" she asks softly. "i didn't push you too far, did i?"
you lean into her touch, a wobbling smile touching your lips. "i'm alright, love. and no, it wasn't too much. i would've used the safeword if i thought otherwise."
she hums faintly and kisses your forehead. utahime approaches your side with a cloth in her grasp and gently begins to clean you up, mindful of your sex.
"i'll run us a bath," utahime informs you. she tosses the damp rag into the hamper brimming with dirtied clothes, glancing at shoko. "do you want to join us, honey?"
shoko lightly shakes her head, waving off her suggestion. "nah, i'm alright, so you two go ahead and enjoy it. i'll order some takeout after a quick smoke. does that burger joint down the road sound good?"
utahime giggles and pecks your cheeks. "that sounds wonderful."
god, how you loved your girls.
𑣲 a/n :: i lowkey rushed the ending, but i hope you all enjoyed regardless! happy pride month. <3
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha fluff headcanons ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
an extract of your life together
cw: none! pure fluff, fem!sasuke, maybe ooc? she's clingy and shy. art by bleeehrghw
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who's clingy even if she hates to be it, she's drawn by your scent and the warmth of your skin, wanting you to have you as close as she can all. the. time!
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who has big dark eyes, it look like she has no iris and her eyes are just a big dilated pupil. They shine a lot even in the dark and it's very hard to tell her no when she looks up at you.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who tries to not ask you for too much blood, she sees the past wounds in your neck from her bites and gets very self-conscious about it. The last things she wants is hurting you or making you afraid of her.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who's not the biggest talker, but knows her way with physical affection and acts of services. She also listens to you every time you talk, looking at you with her big doe eyes and making you weak in your knees.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who would love to go out in the sun with you, walk around shops together, but it's too dangerous for her even in cloudy days. Still, she makes the little trips to the convenience store at 1 a.m feel like the perfect date.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who gets all pouty and quiet when you come home smelling like other people. She won't say anything but she pulls you straight into her lap and buries her face in your neck, breathing you in until the only scent left is hers mixed with yours.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who lets you catch her staring at your pulse sometimes. Her eyes go soft and hungry at the same time and she looks away fast like she got caught doing something bad. You always end up tilting your head anyway because you can't stand that guilty little look on her face.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who is super gentle when she drinks from you. She kisses the spot first every single time, cool lips pressing softly before her fangs come out. Afterwards she licks the bite marks closed so carefully, making sure you're not feeling pain.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who collects little things that remind her of you during her night walks. A pretty rock that feels warm like your skin, a flower that smells sweet like your shampoo, even a shiny wrapper from your favorite candy. She keeps them all in a small box under the bed and gets embarrassed if you find it.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who turns into the biggest blanket hog at night. She wraps her whole body around you, legs tangled with yours and arms locked tight. Even if she doesn't need to sleep much she stays right there listening to your heartbeat because that's her favorite song.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who gets jealous of the sun because it gets to touch you during the day when she can't. On rainy days she stands by the window with you and holds your hand super tight, watching the gray light on your face with quiet longing.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who leaves tiny love bites that don't break the skin, just little red marks on your collarbones and wrists so everyone knows you're taken. She traces them later with her fingertips when you're cuddling, looking proud and a little shy at the same time.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who tries to cook for you sometimes even though she can't taste anything anymore. She follows recipes exactly and watches your face so carefully when you eat. If you like it her eyes light up and she makes it every week after that.
vampire girlfriend!sasuke uchiha who whispers your name against your skin when she thinks you're asleep. Her voice gets needy because she can't really hold back all she feels and you have to try really hard not to smile and ruin the moment.
"baby please—please i'm sorry! i'll be good!" gojo was kneeling right at the entrance of your apartment, his blue eyes glistened with tears threatening to spill past his obnoxiously pretty lashes while he looked up at you like a sorry kicked down puppy.
"wha—what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you spat out, straitening your perfect dress while your heels slowly clinked on the floors. heels that he'd spent an absurd amount of money on to try to impress you.
you now stood right before him, with gojo trying to scoot closer to your legs, hugging your calves while he looked up at you with the most sorry look on his face.
"and why are you sorry, toru?" you patted him half heartedly on the head, rolling your eyes—with gojo letting out the most pathetic moan the second you pulled your hand away from his head.
he shifted closer towards you, completely flushed against your legs while you tried your hardest not to scoff at the absolutely pathetic display underneath you.
"for…for…" he was stuttering, his words catching in his throat before you lifted one of your feet—gojo's panic setting in, thinking you were going to walk away from him.
"i asked you a question, give me a fucking answer, gojo." you said, right before the point of your heel rested right above his crotch.
he gulped, looking up at you, right before you dug your heel right onto the tent on his dick.
"f—fuck w—wait it hurts, pretty, please—." he whimpered while you only increased the pressure on his cock, his sweats staining right at his tip. oh, he was enjoying this.
"oh you like this. you're disgusting, toru."
you could practically feel him pulsating, trying to hold back his tears again while you moved your heel up and down, teasing him, right before he wrapped his arms around your calf, trying to buck his hips up just the slightest bit before he came in his pants.
satoru gojo, frat president had just cum in his pants. while being stepped on. oh boy.
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ⓘ Featuring pornstar!shoko is even sexier off tape !
pornstar!shoko who started her career in college. Her roommate & a few other sorority girls thought making an amateur together porno would make them all famous.
While that wasn't the case for every girl featured in the film, it did end up going viral enough that an agency reached out to scout a few of them, including Shoko.
pornstar!shoko had one of her first professional videos go viral across every post, where she'd been given a strap-on to wear & was told to act "Mean" to her co-star, & the obviously real pleasure they both felt made the video all the times better.
pornstar!shoko quickly made a name for herself as one of the fastest-growing lesbian pornstars within her agency & even made friends with most of her frequent co-stars, and some of the male stars she'd met.
pornstar!shoko eventually became close friends with pornstar!satoru, who encouraged her to not give up on dating after one of her ex-girlfriends dumped her for not being the same as in her films.
He'd been in the industry longer than she had & told her everyone's had their fair share of experiences with a partner being insecure over their jobs. But that he'd seen some of truly beautiful relationships, so don't give up over one bad apple.
pornstar!shoko was wary when pornstar!satoru offered to set her up on a date with one of his longtime friends, until after he assured her that you'd met many of their coworkers & never brought up their line of work.
pornstar!shoko finally gave in after a few weeks of her friend almost begging her to go on a date with you, swearing up and down he could just tell you'd get along, and if you ended up not hitting it off she could beat his ass.
pornstar!shoko was semi-excited, semi-sick to her stomach, waiting for you to show up to the blind date, & was impatiently stirring her drink when you walked into the restaurant, apologizing profusely.
pornstar!shoko was in absolute awe watching you take your seat across from her & ended up spending most of the date listening to you talk & joking around while drinking & eating the night away.
You & she got along perfectly, and as much as she hated to admit pornstar!satoru was absolutely right for wanting to set you up.
pornstar!shoko didn't want the date to end; she actively prayed you'd never finish your beer just so she could keep listening to your voice—but alas, the date did end, & as you were putting back on your coat, she did something she'd never expected.
She invited you over to spend the night at her apartment & was elated when you agreed.
pornstar!shoko hated feeling awkward throughout the date & was just happy to be home, ushering you into the cushy apartment & quickly showing you around.
She was a star for fucks sake; she was so good at making other girls feel good, that they'd pout about scenes being over at the end of shoot days—acting so nervous over someone was not the norm.
pornstar!shoko almost melted into you when you pulled her onto your lap on the couch & started kissing her, before steadying herself and kissing down your neck as your fingers worked at getting your jeans off.
pornstar!shoko relaxed at the sight of your lipstick smeared & even giggled for a second before pressing another kiss to your lips & guided you to lay down on the couch.
pornstar!shoko was between your thighs, pulling your ankles over her shoulders within minutes, sucking sweetly on your clit & keeping her eyes trained on you while listening to each soft moan of her name she drew from your lips.
pornstar!shoko quickly pulled one hand down to tease your aching hole, spreading your slick slowly before finally slipping one of her fingers in—pumping slowly as your back arched off the couch.
pornstar!shoko quickly added a second & curled them once your thighs began shaking against her cheekbones, pulling back to tease you for being so close, so soon—but shut up & went back to eating like a good girl when you pulled her hair and whined out as breathy "Please!"
pornstar!shoko swirled her tongue teasingly slowly around your clit as your whines grew more desperate, until finally you finished against her tongue and fingers, lulling her cheek against your thigh as she wiped off her chin.
pornstar!shoko blushed as you played with her hair, trying to catch your breath before giggling softly, telling her you two "Need to have a second date for sure."
pornstar!shoko helped you get cleaned up in her shower before you both ended up in a tangled pile of limbs in her bed, whispering, kissing, doing anything but falling asleep.
18+ MDNI, aged up!megumi, perv!megumi, established relationship, solo masturbation, panty kink.
abstract, fushiguro megumi was doing a perfectly fine job at being your boyfriend. normal, respectful, composed. unfortunately, his dreams, his shikigami, and one very cute missing pair had other plans.
꣑ৎ MEGUMI HAD ALWAYS THOUGHT HE WAS A DECENT PERSON :)
quiet, maybe. emotionally constipated, according to nobara, which felt rude but not entirely false. he was blunt when embarrassed, painfully calm when he didn’t know what to do with his feelings, and weirdly committed to pretending he didn’t care whenever you stole his hoodies, even though he kept leaving them in places you could easily find.
then he started dating you.
and apparently, dating you had reduced him to some sort of victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.
three months into the relationship, and megumi still acted like your touch needed a warning label. you could kiss his cheek outside the campus library and he would look away like he had just been caught committing tax fraud. you could lean against his side during movie night, warm and sleepy, and his whole body would go still for half a second before he remembered that boyfriends were, in fact, allowed to be held.
you thought it was cute.
megumi thought he needed professional help.
because it wasn’t just the soft things anymore. it was the way your shirt slipped off your shoulder when you stretched. the way your thighs pressed together when you sat on his bed. the way you looked after training, skin warm from the sun, hair messy, laughing with your water bottle pressed to your lips like you weren’t personally dragging his self-control behind a building.
he wanted to be normal about you. really, he did. you were his girlfriend, not some divine punishment sent to test whether his dignity could survive physical affection. you deserved a boyfriend who was calm, respectful, and not quietly combusting every time you hugged him a little too close.
megumi tried very hard to be that boyfriend.
unfortunately, wanting you had started eating through his self-control like a curse with expensive taste.
the dreams came first. soft, blurry, humiliating things that left him waking up too warm, face buried in the pillow, staring into the dark like the ceiling might judge him. your voice would linger near his ear. your hands would be in his hair. your mouth would be somewhere it shouldn’t be yet, sweet and laughing and completely unfair. nothing ever stayed clear enough to be useful, but it was always enough to make him feel like a criminal by morning.
every time, it was you.
of course it was you.
you were his first serious girlfriend. the first person he actually wanted to be good for. the first person who made him think about things he immediately wanted to bury under concrete and never speak of again. maybe, hopefully, someday you would be his first in other ways too.
the thought alone made him shove his face into his pillow and silently consider becoming religious.
oh, he was so cooked.
the worst part started after evening training.
the campus field was still warm from the afternoon sun, grass damp beneath everyone’s shoes, the air filled with the sound of yuji complaining that nobara kept aiming for his head. you had dropped your gym bag near megumi’s by the benches, half-zipped because you never really closed anything properly, then wandered off to refill your water bottle.
megumi had summoned rabbit escape for control practice. nothing serious, just a few white rabbits scattering through the grass while yuji tried not to step on them and nobara accused him of weaponizing cuteness. one of the rabbits, smaller than the rest and apparently born with no morals, hopped toward your open bag.
megumi saw the flash of pink before anyone else did.
his body went very still.
the rabbit tugged something soft from the side pocket and sat there proudly, your panties caught between its little teeth like it had just won a prize.
megumi moved so fast he almost tripped.
he scooped the rabbit up, turned his back to the field, and pulled the fabric away before yuji could glance over. his heart was beating too hard for something that was, technically, laundry. just laundry. normal laundry. laundry that absolutely should have gone straight back into your bag like a normal boyfriend with a normal brain would do.
“don’t,” he whispered to the rabbit.
the rabbit blinked.
you called his name from across the field, smiling as you lifted your water bottle. “gumi, you okay?”
megumi panicked.
he shoved the fabric into the pocket of his track jacket.
“yeah,” he called back, voice flat enough to pass as normal if nobody looked too closely. “fine.”
just for now, he told himself. he would put it back later. when nobody was looking. when his pulse stopped acting like he had robbed a bank.
꣑ৎ DECENT PERSON, MY ASS.
that night the dorm room was too quiet. megumi sat on the edge of his bed with the lights off, only the faint glow from the campus path outside slipping through the blinds. the pink panties were still in his pocket. he hadn’t even taken his jacket off yet. his fingers brushed the soft fabric when he finally reached in, and the second he pulled them out his stomach flipped.
he should throw them back in the drawer. he should wash them. he should do anything except what he was about to do.
instead he leaned back against the pillows, breath already shaky, and unfolded the delicate pink material. the little bow caught on his thumb. the scent of you—warm skin, faint floral detergent, the ghost of your body—hit him so hard his cock twitched instantly in his sweats.
“fuck… i’m sorry,” he muttered, like you could hear him. like apologizing to the empty room would make this less pathetic.
he shoved his sweats and boxers down just enough, his cock springing free, already flushed and leaking. he wrapped the panties around his length slowly, the silky fabric cool against hot skin, and the first stroke pulled a quiet, broken sound from his throat. the little bow dragged under the head and his hips jerked up without permission.
megumi closed his eyes and let the thoughts flood in.
he imagined you in his lap, thighs spread over his, wearing nothing but that exact pair. the way you’d smile at him all teasing and fond when you felt how hard he was. the way you’d rock against him, grinding the soft fabric right against his cock while you kissed that spot under his jaw that always made him weak. your voice in his ear, low and sweet, calling him “gumi” like you knew exactly what you did to him.
his hand moved faster, twisting a little at the head, the soaked panties sliding obscenely over his shaft. pre-cum darkened the pink almost immediately. he pictured pushing the fabric aside, sliding his fingers through your slick folds instead, hearing that tiny gasp you made whenever he touched you somewhere new. he wanted to bury his face between your thighs and stay there until you were shaking. wanted to hear you moan his name while he finally pushed inside you, slow and careful and so fucking deep.
“shit— you’d feel so so good,” he whispered, voice hoarse. his strokes turned messy, desperate. the wet sound of fabric and skin filled the room and it only made him harder. “so warm… so tight… f-fuck, i want you so bad—”
the guilt twisted sharp in his chest, but it only made the heat worse. he was disgusting. he was a terrible boyfriend. and still, he couldn’t stop. he pressed the panties tighter in his fist, close enough to feel the soft fabric against his palm, imagining your hand instead, your mouth, the way you’d look up at him with that bright, wicked little smile while you took him apart.
his thighs tensed. his free hand fisted the sheets. when he felt himself getting close, some ridiculous, half-functioning part of his brain still had the nerve to panic.
not on them.
megumi jerked the fabric away at the last second like it was something precious, something he had no right to ruin, and buried his face into his forearm as the feeling hit him hard and sudden. his hips stuttered, breath breaking into a choked sound he barely managed to swallow, body trembling through every shaky wave until the room went quiet again.
for a long moment, he just lay there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling like it might offer judgment. it didn’t, duh.
which was rude, honestly.
the pink panties were still clutched safely in his hand, untouched and soft, still carrying that faint trace of your perfume, your laundry soap, you. megumi looked at them through half-lidded eyes, flushed and ruined and still careful enough to fold them against his chest like that somehow made any of this less insane.
megumi, once again, told himself he would return it before this got any worse.
꣑ৎ JOKE’S ON YOU.
by the next afternoon, it had gotten worse.
not because of the drills, though they were annoying. not because yuji kept trying to turn sparring into a competition no one had agreed to. worse because you were sitting beside megumi on the bench, digging through your gym bag with a frown while he wrapped tape around his wrist and pretended the top drawer in his dorm didn’t exist.
“this is actually so annoying,” you said.
megumi kept his eyes on the tape. “what is?”
“my new pink pair is gone.” you pushed aside your towel, lip gloss, and spare shirt with growing offense. “i swear i put it in here after changing yesterday. it had a little bow and everything. very cute. now it’s missing.”
megumi’s fingers paused for one single heartbeat.
“maybe you left it in your room.”
“i checked.” you sighed like you had suffered a real tragedy. “twice. i think the campus laundry ghosts have chosen me.”
“sorry for your loss.”
“thank you. i’ll need snack compensation.”
“for underwear?”
“for emotional damage.”
he looked at you then, and you looked so genuinely annoyed that guilt twisted through him, sharp and hot. you weren’t suspicious. you weren’t accusing him. you were just talking to him the way you always did, dragging him into your little complaints because he was your boyfriend and that was supposed to mean something simple and safe.
megumi swallowed.
he would return it tonight.
probably.
training picked up again after that, saving him from having to speak. the two of you sparred under the sun until sweat slid down the side of his face and his black shirt stuck lightly to his back. you were quick today, playful, laughing whenever he dodged too easily and calling him a show-off when he pinned your wrist for half a second longer than necessary.
by the time you both stopped, megumi was warm, tired, and dangerously close to forgetting how to act normal.
he turned away and lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.
the movement exposed his stomach.
you went quiet.
megumi lowered the fabric just enough to see you staring, eyes fixed on the lean lines of muscle along his abdomen and the sharp dip disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweats. your expression changed slowly, surprise melting into something bright and wicked.
“wow, ’gumi,” you said, stepping closer. “i didn’t know you had nice abs.”
his whole body locked. “don’t say it like that.”
“like what?”
“like you’re enjoying this.”
“i am enjoying this.”
that should not have affected him as much as it did.
you reached for him before he could escape, fingertips brushing the exposed skin near his ribs. megumi’s breath hitched so quietly he prayed you didn’t hear it. your touch slid lower, still teasing, still light, tracing the firm plane of his stomach until your fingers grazed the line near his hip.
his body betrayed him immediately.
megumi caught your wrist, quick but gentle, and shifted his hips back just enough to save what remained of his dignity. you blinked up at him, then smiled like you had just discovered something valuable and planned to become a menace about it.
“sensitive?” you asked.
“annoying,” he said, voice too low.
“you’re blushing.”
“it’s hot outside.”
“mhm.” your eyes flicked down for half a second. “sure.”
he was going to die on this field.
then yuji’s voice cut through the air like divine punishment. “are you two flirting or are we training?”
megumi let go of your wrist so fast it was embarrassing.
you only laughed, bright and shameless, before stepping back like you hadn’t just put him through five stages of grief in public. nobara, of course, saw enough to make her grin sharp.
“they’re flirting,” she said. “badly, but still.”
“we’re training,” megumi muttered.
“sure,” you said, attempting to tease him. “whatever helps you sleep at night.”
it did not help him sleep at night.
꣑ৎ SPICE UP UR LIFE, COME GET A FREAK LIKE ME(GUMI)...
later that day, after practice ended, megumi returned to his dorm alone and opened the top drawer. he stared at the folded pink fabric tucked beneath one of his shirts. outside his window, campus lights glowed soft and yellow. on his desk, his phone buzzed.
y/n: still mourning the pink pair </3
y/n: she was cute, she was soft, she was taken too soon ☹
y/n: snack compensation tomorrow? ✌︎㋡
megumi stared at the message until the corner of his mouth twitched despite himself.
then he looked at the drawer again. “i’m a terrible person,” he muttered.
from the corner of the room, one of the rabbits twitched its nose like it agreed.
he should have shut the drawer. he really should have.
instead, megumi opened it again, slow enough that the wood barely made a sound. the pink fabric sat folded beneath one of his shirts, soft and damning, carrying the faintest trace of your scent. his fingers curled around it before he could talk himself out of it, and for one shameful second, he let himself hold it close.
his eyes fell shut.
oh, he was disgusting.
worse than that, he was hopeless.
because for all his restraint, all his discipline, all his quiet little attempts to be the perfect boyfriend you deserved, fushiguro megumi had one serious problem.
︵ ೀ mdni. satoru likes getting a lil slapped and his hair pulled
your fingers twist deep into his white hair and yank his head back hard. satoru groans loud, the sound vibrating against your chest as you ride him fast and deep. his cock stretches you perfectly, hitting that spot every time you drop down.
"fuck, just like that," he rasps, voice rough and needy. you slap his cheek sharp and he laughs breathlessly, turning his face to chase your hand for more. "again. do it again."
you oblige, palm cracking across his other cheek harder this time. the red blooms quick on his pale skin and he bites his lip hard. his eyes, those bright blues, go hazy with want. he fucks up harder, hands gripping your hips tight but not controlling, letting you set the pace like he wants you to ruin him.
you pull his hair again, forcing his neck to arch back further, and lean down to bite at his throat. teeth sink in and he shudders hard, cock twitching and thickening inside you.
"pull harder," he begs, and you do, twisting your fist in those soft strands until he hisses in pain that melts straight into heat. "you like that," you ask, and he nods.
"yeah, fuck, i like it when you get rough with me," he pants out, eyes half lidded and glassy. he grins that stupid grin even as you yank his head to the side and slap the other cheek again, harder. his cock throbs, leaking more inside you, making everything slicker. "don't stop," he gasps between broken moans as the wet slap of skin fills the space along with his desperate sounds and the way he begs for more.
he is close, you can tell by the way his abs tighten under your hands and his breathing turns fast and uneven. you lean in close, lips brushing his ear, fist still buried tight in his white strands. "use me baby come on," he says and you yank his head back one final time as you kiss down his throat hard.
"im gonna cum," he chokes out needy, "please don't let go." his cock pulses thick and hard as he spills hot and messy inside you, flooding your walls with heavy spurts that make you clench around every throb.
+
the next day nanami eyes the red marks on satorus neck and faint flush on his cheek. "gojo what happened to your neck and face," he asks. satoru laughs a little too loud. "ehmmm curses you know how it is. tough fight last night. nothing big."
nanami narrows his eyes. he's clearly not convinced but lets it drop and only says that he should be more careful next time. satoru hides the smirk thinking about your hands and mouth all over him, making his cock twitch at the memory. "yeah yeah totally careful next time."
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