hybrid!megumi hcs 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

hybrid!megumi who you first met when the two of you were kids. you were jus’ walking into gojo’s apartment—knowing that the white haired man wouldn’t mind, he saw you as a little sister anyway—when you saw a small boy around your age. with wolf ears and tail.

hybrid!megumi who was suspicious of you at first. gojo had found him all dirty on the streets and decided to take him in for the time being, but he hadn’t said anything about an outgoing little girl. he was even more suspicious when you had demanded the two of you be frends.

hybrid!megumi who took a while to get comfortable with you. he thought this would be a one time thing, but days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and soon he realized that you were staying, just like gojo.

hybrid!megumi who pretended he didn’t care about you but the wag in his tail whenever he saw you went against his words. he could snarl all he wanted, you knew that deep down, the boy liked you.

hybrid!megumi who soon became your protector. a boy was teasing you? he was there, growling at him. some old man was looking at you weird? he was already making his way to fight him. you did something to make gojo agitated? he was always on your side and twisted the situation to make it about gojo instead. not that you minded, you liked having your little knight and shining armor. ♡

hybrid!megumi who carried that protectiveness all the way into high school and even college. he was there 24/7, being something that you could lean on and talk to. he was your best friend, and you were his.

hybrid!megumi who started getting jealous whenever you left to talk to your new friends. in high school, you only had two friends to talk to that didn’t get intimidated by megumi’s low growls. but now that the two of you were adults and more and more people got used to the wolf, more people started hanging out with you. megumi didn’t like that.

hybrid!megumi who hid that ugly feeling deep, deep down inside of him. he didn’t know what it was but he definitely didn’t want you to see it. but god, it was so hard. why were you leaving him to go hang out with other people? in a club, no less? you had megumi and you always had.

hybrid!megumi who tried to stop you from going, but whenever you asked him why you shouldn’t, he had no answer. you looked up at him curiously, still in that dress that made him feel things he shouldn’t and repeated your question. why did he not want you to go?

hybrid!megumi had no words. so, instead, he just showed you.

edging megumi until he goes dumb 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

megumi thought a lot. you knew that he tended to overthink whenever the silence got too loud or when he was being surrounded in self doubt. he started to think all these silly thoughts, like that you didn’t love him or that he was worthless.

which was why (most of the time) you had ways to get those nasty thoughts out of his head. and some of those ways, involved sex.

“aww, you’re jus’ too cute, gumi,” you cooed, looking up at your boy as he twitched and trembled. your lipstick marks were all over his body, worshiping ever crevice and scar that he seemed to hate. he had protested at the start, of course, but soon those turned into little mewls and moans.

megumi had a hard time being the sub. he was normally the one who was in charge all the time, it was so different just having to lie there and let you do all the work! that was why this was your third round of edging him.

your hand pumped up and down his large cock, your lipstick marks smearing as you coated it in his pre-cum. “p-please, baby, let me cum,” he whined, words slurring and eyes hazy. you let out a low hum and softly kissed his head, causing his hips to buck at the sensitive feeling.

“baby, baby—i’ll be good. ‘m so good for you, please—” you cut him off with a hush and spread your free hand across his abs, gently holding him back onto the bed. “i know you’re my good boy, sweets. but right now, i just need you to feel it, alright? you know everything feels better when you edge.” edging made megumi dumber and dumber and right now, you knew that was what he needed.

at your worlds, his head tilted back and let out a long moan, too far gone to try to hold in his sounds anymore. “i’m getting close—i’m getting close!” he repeated your name over and over, eyes only opening to look at you once before rolling to the back of his head.

you moved your hand even faster now, thumb circling his tip in a way that made him whine. you got him right on the edge, before stopping all together. you withdrew your hand from his cock and he cried out, body falling limp onto the bed.

you stared at his drooling face with a smile and half lidded eyes, waiting a few seconds before your hand wrapped around his cock again. the sounds he made were unintelligible, only moans and whines as he twitched beneath your hand.

megumi is a secret perv 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

megumi was a nice guy. he was respectful, quiet, smart, and he definitely didn’t jerk off to nasty things at night while thinking about you. that was what he wanted you to think. because he knew that deep inside, he’s a disgusting pervert.

it wasn’t like he had any hard kinks. but he did prefer sex to be… on the aggressive side. which was why he kept this side of him deep, deep down. because you were his sweet girl. he could never treat you like a slut. so, he kept on making soft love to you during sex.

it wasn’t like he didn’t like it. he enjoyed any kind of intimacy with you—he just preferred (craved) the kind of sex that made you go all dumb and makes your cunt remember the shape of him.

he thought you didn’t like that kind of stuff. but oh, you proved him so wrong.

he was soft, as usual, whispering into your ear to loosen up so he could gently thrust deep inside of you. but something about this time was different. your hips kept on bucking, pressing against his own before down on his cock, like you were trying to make him go faster.

he didn’t let himself believe it though. those were just his perverted thoughts speaking to him because you had always preferred it soft and gentled.

that was until you spoke through your small moans, hands reaching out to wrap around his neck. “gumi, harder,” you whined, the balls of your feet pushing against his back almost greedily.

he froze, much to your dismay, and looked at your flushed face. “what did you just say?” he muttered, eyes locking onto yours. he must’ve heard you wrong. there was no way his sweet, smart, innocent girl wanted—

“harder, please,” you said again, louder this time. he felt his dick twitch inside of you and you moaned, letting your head drop back against the pillow because you could’ve sworn he grew harder.

“what? you want it harder, baby?” he needed you to say it this time, to make sure that you weren’t just saying that. all the times he had jerked off to the thought of treating you so dirty—you wanted it too?

you let out another long whine, digging your head into his neck. “megumi, fuck me harder. i need it harder.” he let out a long breath that was between a groan and a whine. he didn’t know which one and he didn’t care.

what he did care about was fucking you like how the both of you wanted.

he pulled his cock back, all the way until only his rosy tip was inside, before slamming back in. your back arched and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued to slam into your g-spot with a force that you didn’t know he had.

“yeah? you want it harder, baby? you want me to treat you like a slut?” he panted into your ear, groaning at the way your walls clenched around his thick length so good. “fuck, you like that, don’t you. you like me calling you a slut? say it.”

megumi wasn’t the talkative one during sex, he had always tried to hide his noises and his words. but now, with your sweet cunt squeezing him like that every time he spoke, the words started falling out of his mouth like moans.

“i like it! ‘m like it so much, gumi,” you slurred, drool sliding down the corner of your mouth with every plap plap plap of his heavy balls against your ass. suddenly, he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with a bruising grip. you couldn’t do anything else but take it.

the other hand grabbed one of your boobs, squeezing it before his hand fell down to lightly slap at your thigh. “i know you do. lemme hear how much you like it.” he let out a groan, chin falling against his chest as he let himself get lost of the feeling of your greedy walls. “should’ve known you wanted to get fucked like a dirty whore. should’ve known my dumb girl wanted it harder.”

with each trust, you started to feel your thoughts fade away one by one until you were left a drooling, blank mess. “gumi, gumi, cum! g’nna cum!” you babbled, mouth falling into a small o. megumi bit his bottom lip, watching your face twist and drool with escasy as you got closer. “i know, my sweet girl—fuck, ‘m gonna cum too.”

his last few thrusts you felt in your chest, reaching so deep inside of you that you were cumming before you could even tell him. your tongue rolled out of your mouth, painting his dick with your release.

your expression and how tightly you clenched around him made him cum halfway out your hole. he normally pulled out during sex, but fuck, the way his cum felt inside of you made you want to change your mind.