streamer!megumi gets a special birthday present
pairing // megumi x fem!reader
warnings // 18+ only!, smut, m. recieving oral, face fucking, cum play, choking, megumi is in his twenties and secretly a freaky frog, reader gets slapped around a bit
author’s note: i hope yall laugh a little cuz i was cackling non stop writing this lmao
It's December 22nd, and your precious, broody Megumi is now twenty-four.
You'd wanted to throw him a surprise party, invite all of your mutual friends, decorate the apartment, maybe even embarrass him a little with a stupid birthday sash.
But he'd begged you not to.
"Please don't do anything crazy," he sighed, "I just wanna have a chill day and stream with the guys."
You'd huffed dramatically, crossing your arms and pouting for a solid fifteen minutes before finally giving up.
The two of you were the definition of opposites attract.
You were loud where he was quiet, impulsive where he was careful. You loved surprises, while he hated them with a passion, insisting on knowing every detail ahead of time so he could prepare accordingly.
You believed every occasion deserved to be celebrated as extravagantly as possible. Megumi was perfectly content ordering takeout, sitting on the couch, and calling it a successful day.
There was one difference, though, one that made him question your sanity more than any other.
Megumi was, for lack of a better term, painfully vanilla.
But you?...You most certainly were not.
When the two of you first started dating, you'd done your best to keep that part of yourself hidden, terrified that revealing just how unhinged your brain could be would send him running for the hills. That act lasted all of seven months before you finally couldn’t take it and went balls to the walls.
To his credit, he'd taken it surprisingly well, trying his best to find a middle ground for you.
Truth be told, he couldn't keep up.
His libido was admittedly much lower than yours, and in the beginning he was painfully awkward whenever the two of you ventured even a smidge outside his comfort zone.
Still, little by little, you watched him grow more comfortable.
It started with him being the one to ask for a second round. Then came the tentative hand pulling your hair, and his fingers coming to gently squeeze at your neck. The first time he smacked your ass, he immediately looked like he regretted it.
You'd nearly cried tears of joy the day he asked if the two of you could try doggy style.
Ever since then, you'd made it your personal mission to coax that hidden side of him out, determined to prove that beneath all the quiet stares and permanently unimpressed expressions was another freak just as eager to let loose.
You felt kind of bad for plotting on your sweet, innocent boyfriend, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You were a needy little thing that craved him far more than he could probably ever understand.
You'd had the perfect plan for months now; you'd just been waiting for the right moment to put it into action.
And what better day than his birthday?
It was still early in the evening. From somewhere down the hall, you could hear Megumi greet the chat as he finally settled in at his desk to stream The Texas Chain Saw Massacre with Yuji and Yuta, their voices already filtering through his headset.
With him occupied for the next several hours, you took your time.
The shower ran longer than usual as the bathroom filled with steam. By the time you stepped out, the mirror had completely fogged over, and droplets fell from the ceiling. You patted your skin lightly before reaching for the body butter he always made sure you never ran out of, working it into your skin until the faint scent lingered around you.
You remember the first time you tried it. As soon as you laid down next to him for the night, he was rock hard and pulling you onto his lap, so horny he forgot to use a condom.
Walking into the drugstore together the next morning to buy Plan B had been nothing short of mortifying.
After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you gathered your hair into a pair of high pigtails, taking extra care to straighten the part before giving yourself a once-over in the mirror. Satisfied, you slipped out of the bathroom and headed toward your shared bedroom.
You pulled open your closet and reached for the small bag of lingerie you'd been waiting for the perfect excuse to wear. After digging through the different sets you'd collected over the years, you finally found the one you'd been saving for this exact moment.
A smirk tugged at your lips as you slipped it on, taking your time fastening each clasp before turning toward the full-length mirror hanging behind your bedroom door.
You looked yourself over for a moment before letting out a quiet whistle.
You snicker to yourself and reach for your silk robe, slipping it over your shoulders and tying it securely around your waist before giving yourself one last approving nod and stepping out into the hallway.
Through the cracked door of his ‘mancave’, you could hear the absolute chaos coming from his game. Chainsaws roared through the speakers, followed by panicked yelling and the clacking of his controller that echoed throughout the apartment.
You eased the door open just enough to slip your head through the gap.
"Shit! Shit! He's chasing me!" Megumi shouted before letting out a high-pitched scream that you knew he'd deny making later.
You rolled your eyes, biting back a laugh as you quietly stepped into the room.
The carpet muffled your footsteps as you made your way behind him, careful to stay just out of view of the camera perched on top of his monitor. Yuji's voice crackled loudly through Megumi's headset, nearly drowning out the game itself as he screamed for help.
"Bro, he cut my head off. You're on your own." he laughed, already waiting to respawn.
You pressed your lips together to hide your grin as you stepped closer, slowly reaching your arms out in front of you.
You threw your arms around his neck.
"Aweee, you're no fun..." you pouted, letting your forehead fall against the crook of his neck to hide your face.
"I heard you the second you stepped into the hallway." he replied matter-of-factly, never taking his eyes off the screen as his character finally respawned.
"Alright, Yuji, where are you?" he sighed, steering his character through the dark basement.
You stayed where you were, listening to him play for a while as your arms rested loosely around his shoulders. Absentmindedly, your hands drifted back and forth across his chest.
"Put yourself on mute." you whisper, nuzzling further into him as you pressed a few kisses along his jaw.
He raised an eyebrow but complies nonetheless.
"I'ma take a short break. Be right back." he tells everyone before muting his mic and slipping his headset off.
The chat had been running nonstop.
xxramengoblinxx: WAIT WHO WAS THAT???
toastedkiwi: bros been hiding a whole ass girlfriend 😭
hexedhamster: HOW TF DID HE BAG HER??????
frogwithwifi: i was unfamiliar with ur game sir
iamcapybara: NOOOOO DON'T MUTE
ctrlaltdefeat: MEGUMI GOT MOTION???
breadstickszn: chat we lost him
masterbingus: that should be mayyyy
A grin spread across your face as you lift your head to read the flood of messages racing down the screen.
He started to turn in his chair, but you planted your hands on his shoulders, your fingers pressing firmly into the muscle to keep him facing the monitor.
"Wait," you laugh, "I have a gift for you."
Megumi's brows knit together as suspicion settled across his face, his eyes shifting into a mean side eye. Every instinct told him to turn around anyway and ruin whatever surprise you'd been planning.
But he decided to be nice.
You'd spent years respecting his boundaries, swallowing your excitement more times than he could count just because you knew how overstimulated he could get. Today had been exactly what he'd asked for—a quiet birthday, a few games with his friends, nothing over the top.
Sooo, he figured he could humor you just this once.
That would prove to be a fatal mistake.
"Cover your eyes," you giggled, reaching forward to place your hands over them until, with an exaggerated sigh, he lifted one of his own to take your place, "and no peeking."
He hummed in acknowledgment, settling back in his chair with one hand still resting on his headset. He was expecting you to set a gift bag or a wrapped box down on his desk.
Instead, you quietly stepped beside him, careful to stay just outside the frame. Once you were sure the camera couldn't catch you, you untied the belt of your robe and let it slip from your shoulders before draping it over the back of the couch beside his desk.
You can hear Yuji and Yuta arguing through his headset; meanwhile, the chat continued flying by at a speed that was almost impossible to read.
ghostmain92: broooo can you be leatherface next round yall suck 😭
ricklepick: tf are you doing???
megumiswaifu: COME BACKKKKK
biglarry: bro's got us on timeout 💀
no_scope_nana: chat he's definitely getting a birthday present
"Okay..." you licked your lips, smoothing your hands over your hips, "you can look now."
He let out a quiet sigh before lowering his hands and turning toward you.
The moment his eyes landed on you, he damn near choked on air.
His brows shot up high as he took in the emerald lace hugging your figure. A fitted corset cinched your waist, delicate garter straps disappearing into fishnet stockings. It was undoubtedly the sexiest thing he's ever seen you in, and judging by the way his hand flew to his crotch, you knew too.
He swallowed hard as his eyes slowly wandered over you, lingering for a moment on the lace stretching tightly over your thighs, the soft flesh spilling out, before drifting higher and catching on the small opening at the front of your thong. His breath hitched as he noticed your lips peeking out of the gap.
“Surpriiiiise!” you smile and do a stupid pose.
He doesn't say anything, just blinks.
"You like it? It's your favorite color." you do a little spin for him.
His eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he sees the name embroidered in cursive on the back band of your thong.
"Uhh..." he cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck, "y-yeah... I see that..."
You turned back to face him, crossing your arms with an exaggerated pout.
"You don't like it, do you?"
"No!" both of his hands shoot out in front of him as he frantically shakes his head, "I-I do, baby..."
By now, he was red as a tomato, awkwardly throwing a hand over his eyes before peeking through the gaps between his fingers like the sight of you was too much for both of his heads to wrap around.
You pressed your lips together, doing your absolute best not to laugh at his reaction, not wanting him to pull away and shut down.
Even after nearly three years together, he still got so nervous whenever you stood exposed in front of him.
"Fuck baby..." he let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at you with an expression that was equal parts awe and fear, "you look beautiful... but I'm live right now. I told them I'd be on late tonight..."
The conflict was written all over his face.
Megumi had never been the type to break a promise, especially not to the people who'd spent years supporting him. They'd turned his streaming dreams into a career, made it so he could pay for the nice apartment the two of you shared, the cars parked downstairs, and a life the younger version of himself never would've imagined.
You knew all of that. You also knew you had to use it against him.
A tiny flicker of guilt tugged at your conscience, but it was quickly drowned out by the far more alluring thought of finally cracking that impossibly composed, painfully boring exterior he'd managed to hold onto.
Unable to resist, you wandered over to him. Megumi immediately rolled his chair forward until you were standing just out of view of the webcam, making sure the twelve thousand people watching him couldn't see you.
As soon as you were close enough, he reaches for you, his hands settling on your hips as he pulls you between his legs.
He buries his face into your stomach, inhaling slowly before tilting his head back to look up at you. His chin came to rest lightly against you as your fingers found his hair, combing through the dark strands.
You loved when he wore his hair down like this. It made the sharp lines of his face stand out even more, his bangs threatening to fall into the dark blue eyes fixed on you. They held your gaze with an adoration that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.
Your fingers continued to rake through his hair, and he closed his eyes for the briefest moment, leaning into your touch as though it were the most soothing thing in the world.
“I'll get off…” he hums as you scratch lightly at his scalp.
“No baby, you don't have to… just let me take care of you,” you bite the inside of your cheek lightly before continuing, “I promise I'll be quiet.”
He blinks up at you, his expression going completely blank for a second as though his brain was rebooting. When the meaning of your words finally catch up with him, his eyes widen ever so slightly.
He stares at you for a long moment before giving you a skeptical look.
The sharp grin you give him tells him you're a thousand percent serious.
“Uhh…okay….” he trails off, his dick immediately springing to life.
His face flushed an even deeper shade of red as he swallows audibly, his fingers giving your hips one last reluctant squeeze before he finally lets you go and scooted his chair back in front of his desk.
You watched him slip his headset back on before glancing at you, waiting to see what you'd do next.
"Eyes on the screen, baby." you say with an almost evil smile. It sends a chill up his spine before he forces himself to return to the game.
The moment he looks at the screen, the chat explodes.
brickedrick: chat what happened i was shitting
glizzygobilator: i'm cryin bro what did she DO
404notfound: blink twice if you're being held hostage
ooglyboogly: dude got a side quest mid stream
staticstacy: why he sitting so stiff 💀
hungyhippo: ayooo why u look like dat
“They want you to be the killer.” Yuta's voice rings out quietly.
You step up to the side of his setup before dropping to your knees.
The moment you disappear under the desk, Megumi’s entire posture stiffens. He keeps his eyes locked rigidly on the monitor, his character loading in and immediately running straight into a wall.
He feels your hands settle on his thighs, and he has to physically stop a pathetic whimper from slipping out.
That chat immediately notices his lack of coordination.
radarada: MOVE MF THERE GETTING AWAY
attakondihh: lock IN my guy 😭
kentodude: there’s no way ur gonna let yuji win gang
beefjerkinit: NOOO KING WYD??
You look up, and he's already staring down at you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
You bite your lip and rake your nails down his thighs, feeling the muscles jump under your touch before you press a kiss to the inside of his knee.
“You probably shouldn’t make them wait any longer,” you purr as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweats, letting it snap against his flushed skin, “and you better not make a peep, Megumi...”
He lets his eyes close for a brief moment as he takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before he focuses back on his screen.
He quickly unmutes himself, trying to sound casual despite the fact that his voice is noticeably lower and huskier than before.
"Sorry guys... uh, I’m back." he clears his throat and adjusts himself in his chair, forcing himself not to look down.
“Dude where the fuck you been? We’re ‘bouta escape right now.” you hear Yuji say.
“I’m literally carrying this whole game.” Yuta's quiet voice rings.
He snickers, and you watch as he engages in his usual banter with his friends and viewers. There's no trace of his earlier nerves to anyone who doesn't know him, but you can see the way he grips his controller just a bit tighter than necessary, his lips pursing every few seconds as he chases down the other players.
You give him a few minutes to fall back into the game before you reach up and rub your palm against his semi-hard bulge.
He stutters a bit as he talks to his viewers, asking them who he should go after first.
“Sorry, my shit’s lagging…” he says as he leans back slightly, his legs spreading more as if silently granting you permission.
You take the invitation graciously, moving your hand more firmly until he grows to full mast, his cock straining against the gray fabric. Being in this position below him makes everything look way bigger and intimidating, but you know exactly how to take him, if years of practice are anything to go by.
His fingers move aggressively over the knobs and buttons of his controller—it being the only outlet for his building tension.
He managed to find his way out of the house, casually responding to chat's suggestions and laughing at the occasional comment as he searched for his first victim. All the while, the people watching were none the wiser as you quietly worked below him.
You sink your fingers into his waistband, tugging it down slowly. His hips lift fractionally—barely noticeable, just enough to give you room to tug them all the way down. The movement looks like an innocent stretch to anyone watching. You see his stomach tense visibly, and his knuckles go white under his grip.
"Don’t run from me, Yuji." he laughs as he chases him through a corn field. Yuji is screaming through his mic, begging him to stop.
You hum to yourself as his length springs over your face, slapping against his happy trail. You really loved his dick. It was genuinely the perfect girth and looong, reaching all the spots deep inside you that you didn’t even know existed until you met him.
He barely manages to suppress a sharp intake of breath when the cool air hits his exposed length. His hips drop back into the chair instantly, thighs spreading somehow even wider to give you better access to him.
Above the desk, he doesn't miss a beat, chopping everyone down, his voice steady and confident.
You watch his dark tip leak out bead after bead of precum, the veins along the underside pulsing as the fluid drips all the way down onto his balls and the chair beneath him.
You barely suppress a moan. He was always sooo messy, his dick oozing greedily until both of you were slipping perfectly against each other.
He hears your quiet noises and his hips twitch involuntarily, pushing his cock forward slightly, begging you for attention. He’s aching, desperate for your mouth, fingers…fucking anything at this point.
The chat is still completely unaware. He’s moving normally, communicating clearly as he plays…
You look up at him, impressed by his restraint before you fiiinallyyy decide to show mercy. His eyes nearly roll back in his head at the first contact—your small hand wrapping around his thick base like a perfect fit. He bites his inner cheek hard enough to draw blood. His cock bobs violently in your hand, precum dripping steadily onto your fingers.
Your mouth drools at the filthy noises coming from his dick as your palm glides up and down his shaft, gathering more precum each time you swipe your thumb over his slit.
He barely keeps his composure. He’s shaking now, and the light sheen over his forehead isn’t from his ring light.
You pull him down to your open mouth, intent on slurping up the clear fluid welling up on his tip. The moment your tongue laps over his sensitive flesh, his entire body jerks—a violent spasm he can’t suppress. He kicks violently against your tongue, dripping more immediately.
His voice cracks perfectly mid-sentence, barely breaking rhythm.
"—right, Y-Yuta, you’re the killer now."
You hum as his essence fills your mouth, the musky taste making your pussy clench rhythmically, trying to suck in nothing but the air around it. You lick up everything he spills, your mind growing hazy as he fills every one of your senses.
You suck the entire mushroom tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around to flick against his frenulum.
The sudden pressure on the bundle of nerves makes his whole body shudder. He bites back a loud groan, turning it into a choked cough mid-gameplay.
The chat is flooded with suspicious messages.
pigglypuff: are u sick or something?? y u breathin funny
daddyyuta: you look weird dude…
wittlewimbo: bro are you sweating??
“I-I’m good, just something in my throat…” he laughs nervously and clears his throat.
You look up at him as you take more into your mouth, your tongue moving to protect him from your bottom teeth.
He takes a chance to look at you, and there he sees you—your pretty mouth wrapped halfway around his big cock, looking up at him with innocent, submissive eyes while you ruin him. The visual alone nearly makes him cum.
His eyes flutter for a split second, recovering instantly to narrowly dodge one of the killers before stealing their gun.
He manages a steady voice.
You set a punishing rhythm, your lips sealing around his girth as you bob your head up and down in quick motions. You hollow your cheeks with each pull up, spit and precum frothing at the corners of your mouth.
The sight of you working him over—the mess sliding down your chin and onto your chest—is almost too much. The grip on his controller tightens, nearly cracking the plastic as a bead of sweat rolls down his neck. He forces himself to focus on the screen, jaw clenched so tightly his teeth ache.
You take him deeper, gagging lightly as he presses against your uvula. He lifts his hips, bullying himself into your throat before he can stop himself. You gag louder this time and glare up at him.
The look is lethal—a single, warning glare that screams behave.
He instantly answers questions about the sudden noise.
"My mic picked up some audio feedback, sorry."
His expression remains terrifyingly calm while his cock gets swallowed whole.
You pull off and bring your hand up to pump his full length in a tight fist, admiring the way his foreskin moves over the swollen head. The sight of his own slick flesh moving over itself is obscene.
His eyes flicker down just long enough to catch your next movements—your fingers pushing aside barely-there fabric to slide against your slick folds. Something primal and greedy flashes across his face before he masks it.
He keeps playing, but his hips start moving against your fist—small, calculated thrusts, fucking into your hand.
You’re grinding against your palm, stuffing two fingers into your hole as you desperately try to match the rhythm of his hips. Every downward stroke meets his upward thrust, pushing his foreskin tight over that leaking head. The feeling makes him sigh shakily.
You can’t help yourself, and you lean forward to take one of his balls into your mouth, laving your tongue over the thick hair there before letting it pop free so you can do the same to the other.
He chokes, and his body jerks at the warm sensation.
"Bro, you good?” Yuji says slowly.
"Focusing. Shut the fuck up." he spits out.
You pull off and slide your tongue over the seam going up the middle of his sac, moving it side to side in a zig-zag motion.
A pained, high-pitched noise escapes his throat, half-moan, half-whine as he bucks up, pressing his balls harder against your greedy little tongue. His eyes roll back as he snaps his legs around your head instinctively, trying to trap you on that spot.
Yuji and Yuta go silent as the chat fills with thousands of messages at once.
“Megumi…” Yuta starts, “are you…are you getting… head right now?”
Megumi freezes, his eyes going wide as he remembers where he’s at. His hand slams against the keyboard as he ends the stream, his chest heaving with labored breaths as he processes what just happened.
Below him, your movements pause. You’re smirking, proud of the way you made his composure crack. He’s not smiling though. In fact, he’s openly glaring down at you, his nostrils flaring and jaw set tight.
“You tryna get me fucking banned?” he snaps.
“No—” before you can finish your sentence, he’s gripping your pigtails in both hands and forcing your mouth back over his length.
You’re pushed all the way down, your nose buried against his lower stomach as you gag violently, tears springing in the corner of your eyes.
He growls as he tightens his hold on your hair.
“You always play too fuckin’ much,” he says, his voice deep, “gonna make me lose my job.”
He pulls your head up before slamming it back down, holding you there unforgivingly. He ignores your nails digging into his thighs and drives his hips up to meet your face, pushing past your throat's resistance.
“You wanted this, so you’re gonna take it.”
With that, he starts fucking your face brutally, his balls slapping against your chin as you look up at him, tears falling freely down your cheeks. He moans at the sight, your face flushed and lips swollen.
“God, you really are a slut,” he snarls as he grinds into you, “can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner.”
His thick, wiry pubic hair scratches against your nose and upper lip as he slams in and out of your airway.
"Look at me while I use your mouth, slut."
You look up with wide eyes, your lashes fluttering as he finally pulls out enough to let you take a deep breath. You cough and moan around him, one of your hands moving from clawing at his powerful thighs to rubbing fast circles over your hard clit.
“Look at you…” he watches you through half-lidded eyes as his pace picks back up, forcing his way back into your esophagus, "touch that pussy while I choke you."
Your fingers slide past your slit, stretching your tight walls as you curl them against your g-spot. You bring your other hand to continue abusing your little nub. The wet, squelching sounds of your sex combines with the heavy slap of his hips against your face. He notices everything, his eyes narrowing with something feral.
His thrusts become erratic and sloppy, his grip on your hair making your scalp burn. He's completely lost in the sensation of fucking your throat raw and watching you fingerfuck your own pussy.
"Fuck—fuck—" his voice is ragged, “I-I’m close…gonna fill your tummy up with my seed.”
Your fingers speed up, your whole body vibrating as the thought of him cumming straight down your throat and into your stomach burns through you.
He pushes his cock impossibly deep, burying himself to the hilt as his orgasm tears through him. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot directly down your esophagus, forcing your throat to swallow around him. He folds his hands over the top of your head, pinning you there, your nose crushed against him as he grunts low and filthy, emptying every last drop.
"Swallow it all," he moans, “take that cum.”
He pulls out right as the last thick spurts erupt, stroking himself to paint your face in white stripes. Ropes of cum cover your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, your lips, your chin.
You gasp for air, coughing wetly as you feel his warmth fall over you. Moaning, you open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out to catch the last remnants.
The sight of his throbbing, spurting cock—watching him literally cream all over you like you're his personal cumdump—is what nearly sends you over the edge. But before you can clamp down around your fingers, he snatches your wrists up, placing them back on his thighs.
“Hey!” you whine, “I was ‘bouta cum.”
He gives you a wicked grin, his eyes dark as he brings his still-hard cock down, slapping it aggressively against your cheeks and lips. The heavy, dull sound echoes in the room.
“You think you deserve to cum?” he asks you.
You pout as you blink up at him.
His eyes flutter for a second before he slaps your cheek lightly. The impact goes straight to your core, making a string of your juices leak onto the floor beneath you.
He grabs his phone and points it at you.
“I’ll think about letting you cum if you give the camera a pretty smile.”
You don’t hesitate as you give him your best smile, your eyes shining with desire and pure devotion.
It hits him right in the chest. You look so fucking dirty and satisfied, cum smeared everywhere, but still, you look up at him like he hung the moon.
He snaps a bunch of pictures, making sure to capture the strings of spit connecting your lips to his cockhead. He’s going to use them to jerk off later, after all.
He throws his phone back on the desk and scoots back.
“Now get your ass to the room, I still have to punish you.”
You hurriedly stand and run past him, giggling as he swats your ass. He sits there for a moment, shaking his head before he finally follows after you.
Guess y’all really aren’t so different.
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