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part two!

megumi just thinks you’re so pretty.

he thinks you’re pretty doing simple, every day things. the way you look when you’re concentrating doing something, your gorgeous smile when you greet him every day, and how beautiful you look even while you sleep.

you often catch him staring, from up close to even across the room, he just can’t take his eyes off you. he does absolutely everything in his power to make you smile, see you happy, to see your gorgeous face erupt with joy that he brought you. let it be surprising you with your favorite breakfast in the morning, or randomly gifting you that bag you’ve been constantly talking about wanting, he would do anything to see his pretty girlfriend happy.

he thinks you’re so pretty, that he often catches himself missing you when you’re gone, and thinking about you. he often resorts to looking at the pictures the two of you took in random spots, like the café date he took you on a few months ago, you begged him to take a picture with you in front of the flower wall they had growing inside of the shop. of course, he couldn’t say no to you, and took the selfie with you. it’s a fond memory he has with you, and he thinks you’re so pretty in the photo, smiling brightly next to his subtle smile. he even made it his lock screen.

he wishes he had more pictures of you in his phone, more in depth photos of you, pictures that he wishes his eyes could take and save into a hard drive. like how gorgeous you look when you show off your new lingerie purchases, or how beautiful you look under him, moaning his name in pleasure as he rips orgasm after orgasm out of you. not only does he think you have a cute face, but a cute body too. he doesn’t understand how you could even begin to be insecure, he thinks you look perfect.

he really wishes he has those photos when you’re gone for several days and he’s at home missing you. he knows he should be patient, wait on you to return home, but he really missed you. he missed your pretty moans, the way you would squeeze him just right when he would fuck you, your gorgeous tits bouncing in his sight with every thrust he had to offer you. the thoughts alone gets him to cum pathetically in his hands, he often feels a tad bit guilty afterwards, but he still finds himself wishing that he had the exposed version of you in his camera roll.

but if there’s something about megumi, he’s going to get what he wants.

“fuckkk..taking me so good aren’t you?” he groaned, thrusting into your sopping cunt in a steady pace. he’s got you in missionary, a hand splayed on your stomach as he held his phone in the other. his flash is on, lighting up you as the center of attention in the otherwise dim room. the fact that he was recording, catching every moan, every reaction, had your walls spasming around him in pleasure.

the light was almost too bright, catching everything on video. his hand moved to your hip, dragging you into each thrust as he angled his phone down for a few seconds, catching how easily his cock slid in and out of you, how shiny your slick looked coating his dick in the light as you squirmed in pleasure. he was being rough, obviously lost in pleasure as he was finally getting what he wanted. you were already dazed, enduring multiple rounds as it is. he wanted to have you absolutely ruined.

his hand pressed down on your lower stomach, fucking into you faster as he angled the camera back up to catch the majority of your body in view. your head was slumped to the side, whining into the pillow as mind numbing pleasure overcame you from megumi pressing and massaging into you. “come on, let me see your pretty face, baby.” he moaned out, coaxing you to face him. you were too far gone, lost in so much pleasure you didn’t even hear him. it wasn’t until his hand gently tilted your chin to face him and the bright glare of the light did you come back to your senses.

“thereee she is. my pretty girl.” he praised, caressing your cheek before his hand returned to your hip to pull you into his thrusts. the feeling of his tip pressing into your sweet spot with each deep and languid stroke had you whining and moaning under him wildly. he made you feel so full, cock being sucked into your velvety walls constantly had the both of you moaning in pleasure with every push of his hips. you was so soaked, arousal and his cum mixing together and dripping down onto the sheets making an erotic mess.

he could feel his dick throbbing, arousal coursing through him as he looked at you through his phone camera, catching him fucking into you, your pretty face in a daze, and walls clamping down on him, sucking him in every time he pulled back. he started to mindlessly babble praises, beginning to also lose himself in your pussy as his hands scrambled anywhere he could hold onto you. he twitched wildly, growing impossibly harder as he stared at your tits bouncing with each stroke of his hips. you looked so pretty like this, ruined and moaning his name so sensually.

your eyes squeezed shut, his hips clapping into you louder than before as he reached up to cup and play with your tits, squeezing at the fat and rolling your nipple between his fingers. the sensations was overwhelming, cock rutting in and out of your squelching cunt before he gently grabbed your hand in his and dragged it to your clit, angling the camera down slightly to catch it. “getting close? come on baby, show the camera how pretty you look when you cum.” the moan you let out was like no other, his hand helping you rub fast circles on your sensitive clit. your eyes snapped open, looking down at the scene unfold as you felt your walls spasming, warm pleasure tightening as you got to the brink of an orgasm.

the both of your hands worked your clit, his hand moving yours at the speed he wanted as your body locked up, head thrown back as you came around him, hard. your legs spasmed as you whined his name loudly, release soaking everything as he fucked you through your orgasm. he moaned, hips stuttering and losing rhythm at the feeling of your orgasm on his cock as he continued to babble praises. he pushed down on your stomach again, feeling his cock jutting into you before he came shortly after you, spurting his cum into you and painting your insides white.

he sighed with a smile, the both of you breathing heavily to regain composure from your shared intense orgasms as he pulled out slowly, his camera still recording. “fuck…come on baby, show me how good of a job i did.” he breathed, pushing your leg soft open to get you to spread your legs. you looked away in embarrassment, spreading your thighs as he zoomed in on your cum soaked pussy, catching the way it dripped out of you erotically. his fingers trailed down to play between your folds, smearing his own release around before ending the video.

he leaned down to kiss you softly, caressing your body and muttered how good you was for him. he smiled now finally having something to keep him occupied whenever he misses you.

SO IT GOES - Yakuza Boss Megumi x Reader

CHAPTER 5 - SEE YOU IN THE DARK

When you accidentally get caught in the crossfire of an attack on the new clan head, Megumi Zenin, your world gets flipped upside down. Suddenly, you are part of his dark world and are getting much closer to the Yakuza boss than you both ever wanted. But living together with Megumi lets you see the man behind his cold mask, and what starts as an arrangement to keep you safe becomes a lot more.

Masterpost ++ Ch.1 ++ Ch.2 ++ Ch.3 ++ Ch.4

Warnings: 18+, female reader, fluff/smut/light angst. Modern AU, Yakuza-related crime and violence, Megumi kills to protect the people he cares about, alcohol, forced proximity. Happy ending. Megumi and Reader are both in their mid/late twenties. In this chapter: rough sex, light choking, dirty talk, light pussy spanking, squirting, oral, dom!Megumi. Minors don't interact. Word Count: 5.5k The fanart in the header was used with permission from the artist koonya911 on Twitter. Credit for the divider @/cursed-carmine.

After what happened in the kitchen, things between Megumi and you are tense, to put it mildly. You tiptoe around each other, both refusing to address what went on between you. He refuses to look at you properly, dark blue eyes staring at a spot behind your shoulder when he has to talk to you. And you feel your face flood with embarrassed heat anytime you see him or just think about how he made you fall apart on his fingers.

It should probably not have happened. But it did, and if you are honest, you can't find it in you to regret it. You wanted it like nothing else before in your life. And you still do. You crave more, you crave Megumi. You wish he hadn't stopped that evening but stayed and taken more from you. You would have given him everything, you know that.

Maybe then things wouldn't be as tense. You wouldn't be in this strange in-between stage, where no one dares make another move.

Megumi accidentally catching you taking photos of yourself in your new lingerie 𖹭.ᐟ - mdni 18+

pairing: bf!megumi x fem!reader

cw/notes: everyone is 18+ // purely smut (1.5k words of it) // lowk dubcon // he talks you through it // no use of y/n // watching you while jerking off // reader is a virgin // he a freak/perv fr // cooked so hard writing this that I burnt my pizza lol // probs butchered how his ten shadow technique works

: ̗̀➛ ty @luvjaclyn for the request!!! I frickin loveddddd writing this one it was so fun! It was a bit different from I usually write too... anyways I hope u like it! Also top divider was done by @condybunny !! I had her make this one for the fic

Normally, Megumi could spend hours doing absolutely nothing, but waiting around for you to get back from your shopping trip with Nobara so he could surprise you? It was damn near driving him insane. He was growing more impatient by the second—even briefly considering going there himself and kidnapping you, at least that way you'd be here with him. 

And even if he isn't always the best at showing it, he wants you around him all the time. It's almost pathetic how attached to you he is, how quickly it all happened—like life itself hadn't started until the day you walked into his life. 

Especially now, with everything still so new, every wandering thought somehow always trailing back to you. To your lips… to your hands on him… feeling… touching—fuck.

He groans, trying hard to ignore his cock straining against the waistband of his pants. God, he's such a perv, thinking about such a sweet, innocent girl like you in that way.

And by the time you're walking through your front door, he's already in your bathroom, the door cracked just enough to see a tiny sliver of you walking straight towards him—shit, shit, shit.

𓂃 ⭒ Megumi wants to wait until you are both adults

“Not even a blowjob?” you pout, leaning into his shoulder.  

Megumi sighs, the kind of long, resigned sound that says he’s already been through this conversation in his head a hundred times before.  

“Yes… even that.”  

You groan dramatically, throwing your head back against the couch. “You’re impossible.”  

“I’m responsible,” he corrects, deadpan, but there’s a flicker of a smile tugging at his mouth. He doesn’t look at you right away, eyes fixed on the muted TV light flickering across the room. “We’re not old enough for that kind of stuff. It’s—” he pauses, brow tightening, “—inappropriate.”  

His voice carries that quiet seriousness that’s so him. The same tone he uses when explaining a curse technique or when he thinks you’re about to do something reckless. You can tell he’s set on this—not out of coldness, but because he really believes it’s the right thing to do.  

You nudge his arm with your knee, half teasing, half earnest. “What about kisses?”  

That gets his attention. His eyes finally meet yours, dark and steady. Then, almost imperceptibly, his shoulders soften. “I guess those are fine,” he mutters.  

You grin, already scooting closer. “Fine enough for one right now?”  

Megumi lets out another sigh—this one softer, almost fond—and leans down just enough so your lips meet. It’s slow and warm and cautious, everything unspoken hanging between you. 

“See?” you whisper, smiling. “Nothing inappropriate about that.”  

He brushes his thumb against your cheek, eyes half-lidded. “Let’s just keep it that way,” he says quietly. But the way his lips linger near yours… 

Over the next few years, it turned out to be a lot harder for Megumi than he expected.  

You really had believed him back then every word about waiting, about being “responsible,” about things being inappropriate for your age. You’d agreed, because it made sense, because you loved how seriously he took things. 

But what Megumi didn’t account for was how that trust, that comfort of knowing he’d never cross a line, made you feel safe enough to get comfortable… maybe a little too comfortable.  

The shorts got shorter. The sleepovers started happening more often. Sometimes you’d climb into his bed without thinking, hair messy, wearing an oversized shirt and little else, stretching out beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world. And it was until he’d catch your thigh brushing his or notice the steady rise and fall of your breathing, and suddenly all that quiet composure would start to crack.  

He told himself it was fine. You weren’t doing anything wrong. You still had those same soft, innocent smiles, still fell asleep tangled in the blankets before midnight. It was just that he wasn’t as unaffected as he used to be.  

He’d thought you’d be the one struggling with waiting. Turns out, it’s Megumi who lies awake longer these nights trying to remember why “inappropriate” had ever sounded so simple.  

It wasn’t just about rules anymore. Somewhere along the way, things began to change quietly, naturally, almost without either of you noticing.  

Megumi started to feel it in the smallest of moments: the way your voice softened when you said his name, or how your hand lingered on his arm just a moment too long. Sometimes, when you leaned in close enough that your breath brushed his neck, he’d forget how to breathe entirely.  

You never did anything overtly bold, but you didn’t have to. The warmth of your skin when your legs touched beneath the blankets, the soft scent of your shampoo, the way your shirt would slip off one shoulder while you read beside him.

it all piled up, until every inch of space between you felt alive with something unsaid.  

He still told himself that waiting was the right thing. That it mattered. But lately, it wasn’t easy to rest his hand beside yours without his pulse quickening, or to look at you too long without his thoughts wandering somewhere he shouldn’t let them go.  

You could tell he was fraying at the edges, even if he’d never admit it. When you caught his eyes lingering, you almost asked him if he still thought it was “inappropriate.” But you didn’t. You just smiled, leaned a little closer, and let the silence balance between you

His eighteenth birthday came quietly, just like him. A small dinner with Yuji, Nobara, and you, nothing elaborate, just laughter, a cake Nobara nearly dropped, and the warmth of being surrounded by people who had grown up together through too much. 

But all night, Megumi couldn’t stop looking at you.  

You’d done nothing different—just worn that soft sweater he always liked, hair tied up loosely—but it was enough to undo him in small ways he tried not to show. Every time you smiled across the table, every time your knee brushed his under it, something tightened in his chest.  

Later, when everyone had gone to bed or disappeared into separate rooms, you were lying on your stomach, scrolling on your phone. He walked in quietly, the floor creaking just enough to catch your attention. Before you could say anything, he lay down on top of you, his weight warm against your back.  

“Megumi—” you started, laughing when his breath brushed your neck.  

Then he kissed you there—just a soft press, almost shy—and you froze for a second before your laughter melted into something quieter.  

He lifted himself just enough to turn you onto your back, his eyes searching yours before his lips met yours again. This time it wasn’t gentle. It was deeper… slower… certain. You felt his heartbeat racing, his hand trembling slightly against your waist.  

It wasn’t unusual for him to react like that—he’d always been affectionate in his own careful way—but what was unusual was that he didn’t stop right away. For a moment, he allowed himself to stay there, breathing you in, caught between control and something new.  

Then, that familiar pull of restraint hit him like a wave. With a low sound—half frustration, half discipline—he pulled back completely, pressing his forehead to yours for a heartbeat, then standing up. No words. Just the sound of his footsteps leaving the room.  

You didn’t go after him; you both knew he wouldn’t want to talk about it. And somehow, that silence said everything.  

Then came your eighteenth birthday.  

Your eighteenth birthday came on a quiet night too, though everything felt different this time. Maybe it was the way Megumi couldn’t seem to relax, even when Yuji and Nobara were teasing you both about being “the old ones now.” Maybe it was the way his hand lingered against the small of your back when he passed behind you, how his eyes kept finding yours and then darting away like he was afraid to get caught.  

By the time everyone had gone home, the air between you two felt thick with something neither of you could name.  

You were sitting on the edge of his bed when he came in, hair still a little mussed from the shower, shirt loose at the collar. He stopped in front of you, looking down with that same mix of calm and uncertainty that always seemed to exist in him at once.  

“Happy birthday,” he said softly.  

You smiled up at him. “Thank you.”  

He hesitated for a moment, like he wanted to say more but couldn’t trust himself to. His fingers twitched at his sides before he finally gave in to impulse and reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair off your face.  

“Did you make a wish?” he asked.  

You nodded, smiling faintly. “Maybe.”  

“What was it?”  

You tipped your head, pretending to think, even though you both knew you wouldn’t tell him. “If I say it, it won’t come true.”  

He huffed a soft laugh, the kind that barely made it past his throat. Then he sat beside you. The mattress dipped under his weight, your knees almost touching.  

For a moment, neither of you moved. The clock on the nightstand ticked quietly. His eyes flicked to your lips, once, then away again and your pulse jumped.  

“Megumi,” you said, barely above a whisper.  

He looked at you then, really looked. Like he was searching for a sign, a word, anything to justify the way his hand slid to rest against your thigh, tentative but steady.  

“It doesn’t feel wrong anymore… I hope,” you murmured.  

He exhaled slowly, like he’d been holding that breath for years. “No,” he said, voice rough, quiet, “It doesn’t.”  

When he kissed you this time, there was no hesitation

His mouth moved against yours slow, like he was memorizing the shape of it all over again. 

One of his hands stayed on your thigh, thumb brushing lazy half circles over the inside seam of your shorts, warm through the thin cotton. 

The other came up to cradle the side of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, holding you.

You shifted closer without really meaning to, knee sliding against his, and he made a low sound in the back of his throat—barely there, but enough to send heat curling low in your stomach.

When you finally parted—just enough to breathe—he didn’t go far. Forehead resting against yours, eyes half-lidded and dark.

“You’re shaking,” he said quietly, not mocking. Just noticing.

You let out a small, embarrassed laugh. “So are you.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead he kissed you again, softer this time, lips catching yours in little pulls and releases until your mouth parted on its own. 

His tongue brushed yours, tentative at first, then deeper when you sighed into it, fingers curling into the front of his shirt.

The hand on your thigh slid higher, slow enough that you could stop him if you wanted. You didn’t. Your legs parted just a fraction and his palm settled fully against the warmth there, not pressing, just resting, like he was giving you time to feel how badly he wanted to touch more.

You broke the kiss to catch your breath, foreheads still touching. “Megumi…”

He hummed, low, waiting.

“Take them off,” you whispered.

His fingers paused, then hooked under the waistband of your shorts. He tugged gently, waiting for you to lift your hips before he slid them down your thighs, past your knees, letting them drop to the floor. 

Cool air hit your skin and you shivered; his hand immediately returned, warmer now, cupping you through your underwear. 

You reached for the hem of his shirt next, tugging it up. He helped you pull it off, muscles shifting under your palms as you ran your hands over his chest, his sides, feeling the way his breath hitched when your nails grazed lightly down his stomach.

When your fingers found the strings of his joggers he caught your wrist, not stopping you, just holding for a second. His eyes searched yours again, quieter this time.

“You sure?” he asked, voice rougher than before.

You nodded, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’ve been sure for a long time.”

He exhaled through his nose, something almost like relief, then let go of your wrist. You worked the ties, and he lifted his hips so you could push the joggers and boxers down far enough. He kicked them off the rest of the way himself.

Then it was just his skin against your skin.

He pulled you into his lap carefully, your knees bracketing his hips, and for a long moment neither of you moved…just breathing, foreheads pressed together, feeling each other. 

His cock rested warm and heavy against your inner thigh; you could feel how hard he was, how much he was trying not to rush.

His hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just under your ribs.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured.

You kissed him instead of answering and rocked your hips once, just enough to slide against him. He groaned softly into your mouth, fingers tightening on your waist.

You did it again, slower this time, dragging yourself along his length until the head nudged your clit through the damp cotton still between you. His head dropped to your shoulder, breath ragged against your neck.

“Fuck,” he whispered, almost to himself.

You smiled against his hair, reached down between you, and tugged your underwear to the side.

When you sank down onto him it was careful—despite the pain—until he was buried deep and you both went still, breathing hard.

He pressed a shaky kiss to your throat. “You okay?”

You nodded, fingers threading through his dark hair. “Yeah. Just… give me a second.”

He did. Just held you close, one arm wrapped around your lower back, the other hand cradling your face so he could kiss you again

When you finally rolled your hips, testing, he groaned low in his chest and matched your small, shallow thrusts that made your breath catch every time he bottomed out.

It stayed slow like that for a long while with no rush.

The pace stayed gentle for a while longer with your slow rolls of your hips meeting his careful upward thrusts.

The room was quiet except for your shared breathing and the soft, wet sounds your bodies made each time you sank down onto him fully

little noises that filled the space between you every time you lifted and slid back down. 

His eyes flicked down between you, watching where you took him in, then back up to your face. The sight seemed to pull another low groan from him, and he pressed his thumb firm against your clit, circling in time with the slow grind.

You whimpered softly at the added pressure, and the next roll of your hips drew out an especially wet, filthy squelch that made you both freeze for half a second. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging in just enough to leave the faintest sting.

His hands roamed now: one splayed wide across your lower back, guiding without forcing, the other sliding up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your bra. His thumb brushed over the peak of your nipple once, twice, until your breath hitched and you arched into his touch.

You tugged the bar down your chest yourself, impatient suddenly, and let it sit on your rib cage.

The second his mouth found your collarbone you felt the shift in him—still careful, but hungrier. kisses trailed lower, pausing to suck softly at the swell of your breast before he closed his lips around your nipple. The wet heat of his tongue made you gasp, fingers tightening in his hair.

“Megumi—” It came out like a half-plea

He hummed against your skin, the vibration pulling another shiver out of you, then switched to the other side while his finger still played with your clit

You rocked harder without meaning to, and he groaned low against your chest

“Lie back,” you whispered.

He blinked up at you, dark lashes heavy, then nodded once. 

You lifted off him carefully—both of you making small, involuntary sounds at the loss—and he let you guide him down until his shoulders hit the pillows. 

The sight of him like that—hair messy across his forehead, lips swollen from kissing, chest rising and falling fast—made your stomach flip.

You straddled him again, this time facing him fully, and sank back down in one smooth glide. Deeper this time. His head tipped back, throat working on a quiet curse.

You set the pace now with slow lifts and drags that let you feel every inch of him.

His hands found your hips, just holding on like he needed the anchor. His thumbs pressed into the soft skin above your hipbones.

When your pace stuttered, he sat up suddenly, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against him. 

The new angle made him hit something inside you that turned your next breath into a broken moan.

“There?” he murmured against your lips.

You could only nod, forehead pressed tight to his, noses brushing, breaths coming out hot and ragged against each other’s mouths. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close, dragging him in that last little bit until there was no space left between you. 

Your bare chest rubbed against his with every move, nipples scraping over his skin, the friction sharp and hot, making you shiver each time your bodies slid together. 

You moved with him, keeping him buried so deep that the base of his cock pressed against you every time you rolled forward. 

You felt the warm, soft weight of his balls settle right up against your skin with each grind, shifting slightly, adding that extra press of fullness that made your stomach flutter low and hard.

Your thighs trembled around his hips, muscles jumping every time you rocked down. Your feet dug into the mattress, toes curling in the sheets as you tried to pull yourself even closer, chasing every bit of contact you could get. 

His hands slid down from your waist, palms rough and warm as they cupped your ass, fingers spreading wide, digging in just enough to make you gasp softly. 

Then he pulled you forward, harder, guiding your hips down deeper onto him with a firm, steady push. 

The motion sank him even further inside, stretching you fuller, the thick base grinding right against your entrance while his balls pressed warmer, snugger against you. 

Every time he tugged you in like that, the angle shifted just right, hitting deeper, making your walls flutter around him without warning.

You whimpered into his mouth, the sound swallowed as he rocked up to meet the next pull of the short, deep thrusts that never let him slip out far, just kept grinding him in tight circles inside you. 

Your fingers curled at the back of his neck, nails scratching lightly into his skin as you clung to him. 

His grip on your ass stayed strong, fingers kneading the soft flesh, spreading you open a little more with each push so you took every inch without resistance. The wet sounds between you grew louder with filthy squelches every time he forced your hips down and your bodies met completely.

“Megumi,” you managed, voice cracking, nails biting into his shoulders now.

He swallowed hard, eyes half‑shut, breath stuttering. “Yeah?” he rasped, voice low and rough. “I—mhh—feel good”

He just kept pulling you deeper with those firm hands on your ass, rocking his hips up in time so the head of him dragged over that spot inside again and again. 

Your chest slid against his with every movement, nipples catching and scraping over his skin, the raw friction making your breath hitch, your thighs shaking harder as everything narrowed to the stretch of him filling you, the way his palms squeezed and guided you down harder, your feet pressing into the bed like you could force him even deeper, the slick heat where you were joined so completely.

Then it broke.

You came hard, a choked moan muffled into his neck as your walls clamped down around him in pulsing waves, squeezing him tight. 

He groaned low, hips jerking once—twice—his fingers digging deeper into your ass as he pushed you down one last time and spilled inside you, arms locking tight around your back like he needed to hold on just as much as you did.

For a long minute after, neither of you moved. Just clung. Breathing hard against each other’s skin. Your arms stayed around his neck, holding him close, your chest still pressed to his as you tried to catch your breath. His hands stayed on your ass, softer now, thumbs stroking slow circles over the marks he’d left.

Eventually he pressed a slow, open kiss to the side of your neck.

“When did you become such a pro” he whispered, voice hoarse.

You smiled into his hair, fingers tracing lazy patterns down his spine.

“Don’t get mad ” you said despite still trying to catch your breath . “But those fanfics you told me to stop reading helped ”

“ what “

The front door slammed shut, and Megumi stood in the living room, sweat dripping down his neck, his greases rained fingers holding up a pair of worn down brake pads with a very annoyed look on his face. “What’s this?”

You didn’t even look away from the TV, where some idiot on a reality show was screaming about stolen lipstick. “Uh. I don’t know?”

His jaw clenched. “It’s your brake pads.”

“Oh.” You finally glanced over, then shrugged, turning back to the screen. 

Megumi’s eye twitched. “Huh? You’re lucky you’re even stopping at this point.” He tossed the pads onto the coffee table with a clank, leaving a greasy smear on the wood. “You’ve been driving on these for how long?”

You scrolled through your phone now, unimpressed. “Dunno. A while?”

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, smearing more grease across his skin then exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “We’re going to the auto shop.”

You finally looked up, raising an eyebrow. “We?”

“Yeah. We.” He jerked his chin toward the door. “Go start my car. I’m taking a quick shower—” He sniffed himself and made a face. “—because I smell like an oil site.”

Ten minutes later, you were slouched in the passenger seat of Megumi’s black Civic. The interior still carried a faint smell of your perfume from your date with him a few days ago and the pine air freshener he’d hung from the rearview mirror months ago. 

You fiddled with the radio while he slid into the driver’s seat, hair still damp from the shower, wearing a clean black t-shirt that clung slightly to his shoulders.

He didn’t say anything at first, just adjusted the mirrors and pulled out of the driveway with more care than usual, its obvious that he is very angry with you… maybe about  your cars current state.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked after a couple blocks of silence, 

Megumi glanced sideways at you, one hand loose on the wheel. “No, baby” He paused, then added dryly, “You’re lucky I checked it before you tried to drive to work tomorrow.”

You snorted. “I would’ve been fine.”

“You would’ve been fine until the moment you needed to stop and kept going straight into traffic.” His tone was flat, but there was a tightness in his jaw that told you he wasn’t joking. “I pulled those pads off and they were basically paper, baby.”

You leaned your head against the window, watching the neighborhood blur by. “Okay, Mr. Mechanic. ”

 He flicked on the turn signal, the clicking filling the car and megumis silence. 

You turned to look at him fully now, a slow grin creeping across your face. “You’re really mad about this, huh?”

“I’m not mad,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the road. “I’m annoyed that you could’ve gotten hurt.”

The light turned red just as Megumi eased off the gas. He let out a slow breath, still clearly trying to keep his cool, one hand resting on the wheel while the other drummed lightly against his thigh.

You watched him for a second, the way his damp hair curled at the nape of his neck, the faint grease stain he’d missed on his jaw. A little smile tugged at your lips.

“I actually love when you get mad over stuff like this,” you said softly, unbuckling your seatbelt again.

Megumi glanced over, eyebrow raised. “Yeah? You like me stressed out because your car could’ve killed you?”

“Not stressed,” you corrected, already shifting closer. “Protective. More like grumbly and annoyed because you care so much. ”

You reached out first, fingers brushing the shell of his ear, tracing down the side of his neck where his pulse was jumping. 

He swallowed hard but didn’t stop you. Your hand continued its slow path over his shoulder, across the firm plane of his chest, feeling the heat of him through the thin black t-shirt, then lower, fingertips skating along the waistband of his sweats.

Megumi’s breath caught. “Baby… what are you-.”

“Can I?,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. Your fingers dipped just under the band, teasing the warm skin there. He shifted his hips involuntarily, a tiny upward roll that made you grin. “You like this?”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes flicking to the light. “Shut up.”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you tugged the front of his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It’s laying softly on his left thigh and you wrapped your fingers around the base for a moment, then focused on the tip, your thumb circling the head, spreading the little bead of precum that had gathered there, playing with it lightly until he twitched in your hand.

“Babe,” Megumi muttered, voice low and strained. The light flipped to green. He had to force himself to press the gas, driving forward with deliberate care while you kept teasing the sensitive head with slow, lazy strokes of your index finger.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you whispered, eyes fixed on his face, his flushed cheeks, his parted lips, the way his lashes fluttered when you swiped over that spot just under the tip. 

His cock was fully hard now, thick and heavy in your palm, twitching every time your finger brushed the slit. “you’ve gotten this hard for me.”

He let out a quiet groan, knuckles whitening on the wheel. “Fuck… slow down.”

You smiled innocently, still playing with just the tip, watching it jump and pulse under your touch. “I love your body, Megumi. Every part of it.” Your free hand slid under the hem of his shirt, pushing the fabric up until you could see the hard lines of his abs and the broad, firm swell of his pecs. You spread your palm over his left pec, squeezing gently, then brushing your thumb over his nipple. “But what I love most… is your chest.”

You leaned closer, lips brushing his ear as your fingers continued teasing his cockhead and your other hand massaged his pec, thumb flicking back and forth across the stiff peak of his nipple. “It’s so big and strong… and sensitive..”

Megumi’s breath hitched, a small sound escaping as his nipple hardened under your touch. His cock throbbed harder in your hand.

“You like mine, right?” you teased softly, leaning in so your lips brushed his ear. “So I get to do the same with yours?.”

He made a strangled noise eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. “I didn’t say that.”

You kept your index finger playing with the leaking tip of his cock, slow circles and light flicks, while your other hand stayed under his shirt, massaging his chest and rolling his nipple between your fingers. Megumi drove with one hand, breathing heavier, hips shifting every time you squeezed his pec.

Megumi’s breath stuttered. He risked a quick glance at you, eyes dark. “You’re weird….”

You gave his nipple a light pinch and felt his cock throb hard in response. “Maybe. But you love it when I’m all over you.”

The auto shop was only a few blocks away now, but the tension in the car was thick enough to cut. Megumi drove with one hand, the other occasionally twitching like he wanted to grab you, while you kept up the slow, torturous teasing, fingertip circling his leaking tip, palm kneading his chest, whispering how much you adored every inch of him.

You kept your index finger playing with the leaking tip of his cock, slow circles and light flicks, while your other hand stayed under his shirt, massaging his chest and rolling his nipple between your fingers.

Megumi drove with one hand, breathing heavier, hips shifting every time you squeezed his pec.

your own hand tightening around his cock as you kept stroking the sensitive head.

You gave it a firmer squeeze, thumb flicking over the peak again. “You’re so big and sensitive..”

Then his free hand slid across the console and down the front of your shorts. His fingers pushed past your panties without hesitation, finding your slick, swollen clit. He rubbed slow, firm circles at first, pressing tight, then faster, the pad of his middle finger stroking over and over while two fingers spread your folds open.

You let out a shaky moan, hips slowly grinding into his hand. “Ah—Megumi…”

The sound of his name coming out of you mouth made him groan low in his throat but he kept driving, eyes on the road, and supringly, his fingers never slowed as he rubbed tight, slick circles around your clit, occasionally dipping down to tease your entrance before coming back up to pinch and roll the sensitive bud. Your moans grew louder, breathy little whimpers spilling out every time he made you feel good.

“you sound so good,” he muttered, voice rough. “You feel good?”

You pulled your hands off his chest, one staying on his cock as you started stroking him harder in full, firm pumps from base to tip, thumb pressing into the leaking head on every upstroke. Your other hand went back to squeezing your own tit through your shirt, pinching your nipple tight.

Megumi’s breath stuttered. His fingers rubbed your clit even faster, slick sounds filling the car along with your desperate moans.

That was when he couldn’t take it anymore. On a quieter stretch before the shop, he yanked the wheel and pulled the Civic over onto the shoulder of the road, slamming the car into park.

The second he put the car in park, he leaned across the console and kissed you, messy, hungry, tongue sliding against yours while his thumb began working your clit in relentless circles. You moaned into his mouth, hands flying up to cup his face and tangle in his damp hair, tugging as you kissed him back.

His hard cock, still out and throbbing, slapped lightly against the gear shift with the sudden movement.

He finally broke the kiss, breathing ragged, and sat back in the driver’s seat. With one strong hand he grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg across him so you were half straddling his lap, your knee braced on the seat beside him.

You immediately slid both hands under his shirt again, holding onto his pecs a little harder this time, thumbs circling and flicking his nipples.

“You like mine, right?” you teased breathlessly, giving one a gentle pinch. “And don’t deny it”

Megumi let out a low groan, cheeks flushing darker. He was always a little self conscious about how big his chest was—broad and full from years of lifting and working on whatever he refused to tell you—but the way you squeezed and played with them made his cock twitch hard against your thigh.

“Baby… shit,” he muttered, but his hips rolled up anyway, pressing his leaking cock against you while his fingers kept rubbing tight circles over your swollen clit.

You just smiled against his neck, squeezing his pecs firmly as you rocked into his hand. “I love your whole body… but these are my favorite.”

He cursed under his breath, eyes half lidded, voice wrecked. “Put it in. Now. Or we’re never making it to the shop.”

Based off this request!

I bought an Nintendo switch just to play my tomodachi life…

Ntm on my background bc I was at work … btw can u tell that’s megumi?

content: mdni, smut, all characters are 18+, dom!megumi, sub!reader, fem!reader, marathon sex, squirting, praise kink (use of “good girl” a lot), degradation (“cum dump”, “slutty”, etc.), size kink if you squint carefully, spitting, tit groping, fingering

bunny’s notes: i’m not even ovulating but whenever i see an edit of megumi, im suddenly in heat. it’s not even funny. also creds to @cursed-carmine for the bow dividers!!

it’s that time of the month. not your period but that time of the month where you cannot function like a regular human being because all you can think about is cock. specifically a black urchin-haired guy’s cock.

you’re practically thinking with your sopping wet pussy as you made your way to your boyfriend’s dorm in a tank top and shorts. you push the door open to be greeted by the glorious sight of your man sitting against the headboard of his bed with a book in his large, veiny hands.

he glances up at your arrival, the hard lines of his brows immediately softening, his jaw becoming less tense, and his eyes instantly warm up at the sight of you. oh, lovely you.

“hey, how’s my pretty baby doing?” megumi asks in such a sincere and gentle voice, it makes you melt. it’s the voice he always uses with you. but little does he know, you’re not here to melt in his arms. you’re here to seduce the man.

you climb onto his bed on all fours facing him, hands and knees cushioned by his mattress. the same mattress that you wanna get pounded stupid into.

you put on the prettiest, most adorable pout you could muster. round, doe eyes fixed on him as if silently pleading for something. gosh, in his eyes, you really were the most precious thing in his world. the perfect picture of doll-like innocence, the epitome of loveliness.

“gumi… i need help…” you quietly plead.

your boyfriend’s eyes slightly widen, his back straightening as he inquires immediately, “what do you need help with, sweetheart? tell me.”

you unconsciously rub your thighs together, shaking your hips subtly in an attempt to relieve the throbbing from your core. your drooling cunt was so drenched, your panties were already damp.

you pout even more, pretty pink lips jutting out more. you grasp his wrist to guide his hand to rest on your boob, his large hand practically covering your entire breast. you mumble softly, “need you to touch me, gumi, please… it’s starting to hurt…”

your man’s eyes quickly darken as he squeezes your tit, dragging out a high-pitched moan from you. he palms you through your tank top, squeezing again. he rasps, his voice gravelly low, “turn around and bend over for me, baby. show me where it’s hurting.”

you turn around and make quick work of your tank top, throwing it onto the floor. you bend over on your forearms and knees, putting your perfect ass on display just for him. you push your ass closer to him. “here, gumi… hurts here…”

megumi pulls down your shorts along with your moist panties to see your soaking pussy winking at him. he drags his hand up your slit. “here, pretty baby?”

you let out a sigh of relief before you start urging him, “please, gumi, don’t tease… want your cock inside me now…”

he slips his thick, rough index finger into your pussy. he mutters, “fuck, you’re tight. gotta open you up, darling. you’re already squeezing my finger so tightly, you won’t be able to fit my dick.”

you squirm, pushing your hips back onto his hand. “a-ah! i-i’m a big girl, gumi. i can take— mmm!! i can take it!”

“baby, be good and make a mess on my fingers. you’ll get my cock after.” he adds a second finger then a third as he pumps you full. his thumb rubs on your sensitive bud as he brings you to climax all over his rugged hands. as you fall apart on his hand, you cry out his name with your head buried into the sheets. he sings his praises, “goood girl, darling. such a good girl for me.”

he takes out his hand, popping it into his mouth to clean. after sucking it clean, he quickly pulls down his sweats with his boxers.

you turn your pretty head to look over your shoulder. his dick slaps against his stomach, the tip an angry red. megumi grabs himself at his girthy base, pumping a few strokes. the sight makes your mouth water.

you then feel his bulging, warm tip resting against your soaked slit. you just couldn’t resist as your hips push back to try to take him. his rough hands fly to your hips, holding you still. “fuck, baby, stay still, yeah? lemme just get the tip in.”

one hand keeps your hip still as the other hand holds himself as he pushes into your warm pussy. you gasp at the sensation, border-lining pain and pleasure. he sighs in relief, “holy shi… so warm, so tight, sweetheart… i only got the tip in and you’re squeezing me like that, hm?”

you grip his sheets, feeling the stretch as you babble on, “more, gumi, moreeee… a-ah!”

megumi continues to slowly push in more until you feel his pelvis pressing into your asscheeks and his cum-filled balls firm against your clit. your spiky-haired boyfriend groans after bottoming out.

now you’re all filled up. a little too full, you swear his tip is kissing your cervix and probably making a dent. you could probably cum just from him stuffing you full.

you whine angelically, “gumi, gumi, gumi!! so deep… you’re too biggg!!

rough hands start groping your tits, squeezing them like stressballs. megumi bends over you, his chest to your back, to rasp huskily against your ear, “pretty baby, you’ve taken my cock many times before. now’s no different.”

he begins to shallowly thrust into you while pinching and pulling at your nipples, making your back arch.

the wave of pleasure suddenly surges and crashes as you cum around him. you let out a symphony of whimpers of his name and whorish moans. his words practically sound like a melody to you. “good girl, darling. what a good girl. cumming around me so pretty and saying my name.”

it’s not long until you start begging for more. “gumi, harder… i want it harder. please fuck me til i can’t walk…”

megumi holds you by the waist as he deepens each thrust until he’s driving into you like a madman. “anything for you, baby.”

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

it’s been like 6-7 rounds. his room basically turned into a hot sauna that reeked of sex. the dark blue-eyed sorcerer was completely drained, drained of energy and cum. he already dumped all his seed into you.

but you, on the other hand, are bouncing on his dick like your life depends on it.

his back rests against the headboard, hands on your hips as you ride him, your dainty fingers on his broad shoulders to help you jump on that dick.

your thighs are burning like a thousand suns, your legs giving up as you land on his lap with a wet plop! you moan, half in pleasure and half in frustration, as you begin to grind against him, “gumi!! wanna cum… but i- ha! i can’t… too… hmph! too tired…”

your boyfriend underneath you pants as he grips your hips and gently murmurs, “hold onto my shoulders tightly, angel.”

you grip onto his scratched up shoulders, the marks left by you. he lifts you up before shoving you back down on his member. “my pretty princess, my sweet angel… you really can’t do anything without my help, huh?”

you moan dumbly, more of your juices soaking his balls, the sheets, his thighs, your legs, and everywhere else as you near your release.

megumi picks up the pace, bouncing you up and down. “baby, i’m gonna take such good care of you and your needy pussy. just be a good girl and take it.”

as he shoves you back down onto his swollen cock, you squirt with a loud scream, forcing him out of you as you gush onto his dick, the sheets, and his thighs.

you start to feel his hips lifting to ram into you, his movement erratic now as he lowly groans, “my horny girl. what a slutty pussy you got, always begging me to fuck you and squirting everywhere. i’m gon’ cum and you’re gon’ take every single last drop i’m gonna give you, yeah? be a good horny cum dump, yeah, baby?”

your boyfriend holds you down onto his lap with a groan as the last of his cum spurts into your full pussy, already overflowing with previous loads.

megumi’s chest heaves as he pants, catching his breath. his hair is sticking to his sweat-sheened forehead.

you’re not faring off much better as you feel sore and exhausted all over. your sweaty cheek is pressed to his soaked chest, listening to the perfect metronome of his heartbeat.

seconds turns to minutes before you start grinding against him again. a nasty squelch! sound rang throughout the room followed by a groan from your man.

he peers down at you as you bat your delicate lashes and flash him a small smile as you ask him oh so sweetly that he can’t refuse.

“again?”

SO IT GOES - Yakuza Boss Megumi x Reader

CHAPTER 4 - BACK AGAINST THE WALL

When you accidentally get caught in the crossfire of an attack on the new clan head, Megumi Zenin, your world gets flipped upside down. Suddenly, you are part of his dark world and are getting much closer to the Yakuza boss than you both ever wanted. But living together with Megumi lets you see the man behind his cold mask, and what starts as an arrangement to keep you safe becomes a lot more.

Masterpost ++ Ch.1 ++ Ch.2 ++ Ch.3

Warnings: 18+, female reader, fluff/smut/light angst. Modern AU, Yakuza-related crime and violence, Megumi kills to protect the people he cares about, alcohol, forced proximity. Happy ending. Megumi and Reader are both in their mid/late twenties. This chapter contains the first smut scene: fingering, dirty talk, dom!Megumi. Minors don't interact. Word Count: 4.5k The fanart in the header was used with permission from the artist koonya911 on Twitter. Credit for the divider @/cursed-carmine.

The thing is, you are attracted to Megumi. Who wouldn't be? He is a beautiful man, literally the embodiment of the tall, dark stranger trope. Pretty face, sexy body, and beautiful dark blue eyes, which can probably make everyone swoon.

And yes, even his rather grumpy personality is sexy, with how cool and stern he comes across while taking care of you and making sure you are safe. He emits that calm dominance that makes you weak in the knees.

So technically, it makes perfect sense that you feel drawn to him. But this is wrong, isn't it? You shouldn't want Megumi Zenin the way you do. His world is too dark. His life is too dangerous. He is too dangerous.

how there's a little drool sliding down past your lips, how your eyes are glazed over… he's watching your tits bounce every time you drop and lift yourself off his cock. he's trying to tell you to slow down, "hah— ah— s-slow down, slow down. y-you're gonna break my dick off—"

but you're not listening, you're just whining as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face into your tits. and of course, yuuji can't help himself and his lips immediately wrap around your nipple, sucking and pulling as he can feel how close he is to cumming.

he gives your waist a little squeeze as he pulls back a little to mumble out, "p-pull off, i'm gonna cum."

megumi fushiguro has always kept people at arm’s length.

raised by a father who had a barrier around him all the time, he learned early that letting someone close meant risking hurt. so when you start dating, he’s reserved. painfully so. it’s not that he doesn’t love you. painfully so too. in the way that makes his chest ache when you smile at him across the room. but closeness is still foreign to him.

he tries his best to let you closer. and he likes it.

he stops tensing when you lean against his shoulder during movie nights. starts nudging his plate closer when you steal bites of his food. drapes his hoodie over you when you fall asleep on his couch instead of waking you.

he lets your thigh press against his on the train, threads his fingers through yours when you reach for his hand, and leaves his jacket in your dorm “just in case.”

small steps. patient ones.

gradually he stops noticing when the closeness starts to feel good. stops noticing when he wants more. stops noticing when he becomes the one who can’t let go.

so when one night you two are alone and the end credits of the movie long roll, he pulls you into his lap. it’s the first time he’s done it without hesitation. his hands settle on your hips while he kisses you—tentative, like always—but then your tongue brushes his and something in him snaps. he groans into your mouth when you rock down against him, feeling him harden beneath you.

“is this okay?” you whisper against his lips.

he nods—eyes dark and glassy. “please.”

in response to this fic... this is still so funny to me bc people were just like 'more megumi!' 😭 but also keep ur greed coming bc ur onto something here...

poor little megumi, watching yuuji grind you against his thigh, totally unintentional, but god, it drives him crazy. the way he can see you shifting your hips a little. his mind starts racing with thoughts of what it would be like if you were on his thigh... feeling your warmth press against him, or even worse, what if you were on his cock?

he can’t stop the way his body betrays him, the way his cock throbs just from the thought of you in his lap, grinding, soft little moans escaping your mouth, and his hands grabbing your waist, holding you tight

so megumi, the poor guy, has to leave the room. he has to run away bc his thoughts are going way too far. he finds an empty room, locks the door behind him, and his hands are already pushing his pants down, desperate, trying to relieve the pressure building up so fast

his hand wraps so tight around his cock, his grip firm, as he imagines you sitting on his lap, eyes full of need. his pace picks up, moving faster as the images flood his mind. his breath comes out in short, sharp bursts. he’s never gotten himself off so quickly, but the thought of you on him, so soft and desperate, makes him lose all control

and when he cums, it’s hard. his body tenses, thighs trembling as he bites his lip to keep from making too much noise. his mind is still full of you, your body pressed so close to his, and he knows it’s wrong to think about you like this, but he can’t help it. it’s all he wants

afterwards, he’s embarrassed, still trying to catch his breath, wiping his hand off and trying to calm down. but he knows... he knows if he sees you again today, he’s going to get hard just from the memory. when you walk into the room later, megumi can barely look at you. you’re smiling, completely unaware

but now he has to avoid you, bc if you look at him the right way, if you say something sweet, he’s gonna get hard again, and there’s no way he’s going to be able to hide it

he just lies there, waiting to see what happens next.

megumi is so used to figuring things out by observation. so he watches, he listens. he takes a breath when your hips settle just above his stomach and doesn’t say a word when you start to move. just lifts his head enough to look down.

he watches as your slicked up pussy drags slow over the slope of his abs—over the dip of his navel, the hard line above his waistband, the way his skin flexes and twitches with every press of your hips.

at first, he looks confused. like he’s not sure if it’s supposed to be for you, or for him. but then your clit catches at a firm angle—that sweet, solid press of muscle just below his ribs, and your breath stutters.

your thighs tremble, hands tightening against his chest for balance. and that’s when megumi’s expression changes. his gaze locks in, the furrow eases, his lips part. his whole body stills beneath you like he’s trying not to breathe too hard, not to interrupt.

you roll your hips again. slick catching against the ridges of him, and he watches. watches you rub yourself raw and wet and messy against his bare stomach, watches the way it shines against the dips of his abs like you’re marking him, and his throat bobs on a swallow.

when your breath hitches again, when your hips start to shake from how close you’re getting, he finally speaks—low, like it catches in his throat on the way out, “...you’re really gonna cum like that?”

and when you nod, when you grind down harder and bite your lip and moan softly through your nose—his eyes drop back to where you’re rubbing against him, and his cock twitches so hard under his sweats.

he swears under his breath, hands finding your hips, holding you firm against him while you keep dragging your pussy across his skin, slick smearing everywhere as you cum all over him.

you’re still panting when you finally go still, knees wobbling on either side of his hips, the last slow grind of your pussy dragging a wet, sensitive line across the twitch of muscle just below his ribs.

megumi’s just... staring.

his hands loosen against your hips, his chest rises deep and slow, like he’s trying so hard to stay calm even though his cock is hard enough to ache and his abs are shining with your cum.

his mouth opens like he wants to say something. closes again. then he finally swallows and looks up at you, flushed to the ears, voice rough;

“…can I fuck you now?”

a/n: yes! this is directly inspired by my other fic, read part one here!

ever since you made that at home video with your boyfriend megumi, you’ve been wondering what it’s like to have a video like that. something you can look at like at night when you’re horny and miss him. sure, you could always ask him to send you the video he took of you a few weeks back, but it just wouldn’t get you off, not like the idea you had in mind, anyway.

you absolutely loved the way he looked when he was between your thighs, the way he always eats your pussy like it’s his last time he would ever be able to. whenever he eats you out, you cum embarrassingly fast. you can’t help it though, his wickedly talented tongue and the sight alone makes it very hard not to. you often found yourself wishing that you could see him between your thighs every day.

knowing that he could also be gone for days, sometimes weeks for particularly difficult missions, you really wanted a video of him too. you wouldn’t call yourself needy, but you had your urges too, urges that he sometimes wouldn’t be here to help you with.

you didn’t even know how you were going to go about asking for it, so you decided that instead of asking for what you wanted like a normal partner, you was going to wait for the next opportunity to present itself, like a wimp.

so you waited patiently for the next time he goes down on you, which, didn’t take long at all. he’s kissing down your stomach, leaving a trail of love down your body as he hooks your panties under his fingers. he pulls them down slowly, admiring your slick pussy with a groan. he lowers his head further, breath tickling your thighs as he places kisses on them as well. his hands splayed out on your thighs, pushing them apart before finally lowering to where you’re aching for him, his tongue coming out to give teasing kitten licks between your folds before you gripped at his hair. “wait…megumi..” you started shyly. he stopped, looking up at you from between your thighs, waiting for you to continue. “what is it, pretty baby?”

you sat for a moment, battling to get the words out of your chest, to ask what you so desperately wanted. “can i…fuck—can i record this?” megumi just smiled, lowering his face back to your pussy, staring up at you with a nod.

and thats how you find yourself back where you started a few weeks ago, only now you are the one filming. he’s flat on his stomach, your calves resting on his back while he hooks his hands under your thighs, pulling you flush to his mouth. his eyes are shut in concentration, brows furrowed slightly as he laps at your slick folds. the sight is so erotic, he’s practically making out with your cunt, letting out low moans at the taste of you.

you could barely keep the phone straight, each suckle pulling a shaky moan from you as you tugged his hair tightly. he groaned into dripping pussy, pulling you impossibly closer against his mouth as he began to tongue fuck you. his breathing grew heavy, tongue exploring your gummy walls as he mindlessly rutted against the bed sheets. he was being purposely loud, smacking his lips and slurping up every drop of arousal you had to offer.

he pulled away from your cunt with an audible squelch. his chin dripping and shining with your slick as he stared down at your pretty pussy with heavy eyes before gathering spit in his mouth, letting it dribble out of his mouth and onto your clit. he lowered his mouth back down, eyes trailing the camera as he began to flick his tongue on it. you threw your head back in pleasure, heels digging into his back while he moaned into you, the noise unintentionally serving as a vibration when he began to suckle at your clit with fervor.

the whines you were letting out was almost covering the sounds of him eating you out. you began to rock your hips against his face, getting off on his sharp low eyes staring up at you as he licked long stripes through your sopping cunt. you shifted up, planting one hand on the messy sheets to angle the camera closer to his face. you was really catching everything now, his tongue curling to slurping the slick in his mouth, the way your folds parted with every stroke, and his drenched lips as he groaned into you.

“taste s’fucking good..” he mumbled, not even lifting his head to speak. he was starting to get drunk off the addicting taste of you, your pretty noises and moans of his name music to his ears, rutting harder into the sheets below him as his eyes fluttered back shut. he could tell you were getting close, your whines and moans becoming more frequent as you pulsed and clenched on his tongue. he doubled down his efforts, desperate to make this good for you, to make you cum harder than you’ve ever had on his mouth alone.

the pleasure became overwhelming, your arm giving out on you as you fell back against the bed with a thud, legs attempting to close around his head. his brows furrowed once more, giving a particularly harsh suck, a wordless ‘no’ as he spread your thighs back apart with his hands. you had completely forgotten about your phone in your hand, the other coming down to tug at his spiked hair. you felt your orgasm approaching, fast. his nose constantly bumping into your clit just right as the coil of pleasure grew tighter, teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

all it took was one lap, two, and him moaning into you for you to finish. you threw your head back once again, whining his name as you came all over his face and in his mouth. megumi groaned, licking up every drop you had to offer like it held the elixir of life. his grip on your thighs tightened, slurping you through your orgasm until you finally came down. he opened his eyes once more, looking into the camera as he slowly lifted from your pussy, his mouth and chin soaked in your cum as he placed a gentle kiss on your clit with a soft, but noticeable, smile.

you stopped the video, panting as you tossed your phone to the side. he settled his face on your thigh, staring up at you as you shifted forward to run your hand through his hair. this is another reason why you love to get ate out by your boyfriend, he always stared up at you like you did him a favor.

at least in his mind, you did.

the two of you sat comfortably, megumi placing kisses up and down your thigh as he caressed the other, muttering various praises between each kiss before he looked up at you once more.

part two!

megumi just thinks you’re so pretty.

he thinks you’re pretty doing simple, every day things. the way you look when you’re concentrating doing something, your gorgeous smile when you greet him every day, and how beautiful you look even while you sleep.

you often catch him staring, from up close to even across the room, he just can’t take his eyes off you. he does absolutely everything in his power to make you smile, see you happy, to see your gorgeous face erupt with joy that he brought you. let it be surprising you with your favorite breakfast in the morning, or randomly gifting you that bag you’ve been constantly talking about wanting, he would do anything to see his pretty girlfriend happy.

he thinks you’re so pretty, that he often catches himself missing you when you’re gone, and thinking about you. he often resorts to looking at the pictures the two of you took in random spots, like the café date he took you on a few months ago, you begged him to take a picture with you in front of the flower wall they had growing inside of the shop. of course, he couldn’t say no to you, and took the selfie with you. it’s a fond memory he has with you, and he thinks you’re so pretty in the photo, smiling brightly next to his subtle smile. he even made it his lock screen.

he wishes he had more pictures of you in his phone, more in depth photos of you, pictures that he wishes his eyes could take and save into a hard drive. like how gorgeous you look when you show off your new lingerie purchases, or how beautiful you look under him, moaning his name in pleasure as he rips orgasm after orgasm out of you. not only does he think you have a cute face, but a cute body too. he doesn’t understand how you could even begin to be insecure, he thinks you look perfect.

he really wishes he has those photos when you’re gone for several days and he’s at home missing you. he knows he should be patient, wait on you to return home, but he really missed you. he missed your pretty moans, the way you would squeeze him just right when he would fuck you, your gorgeous tits bouncing in his sight with every thrust he had to offer you. the thoughts alone gets him to cum pathetically in his hands, he often feels a tad bit guilty afterwards, but he still finds himself wishing that he had the exposed version of you in his camera roll.

but if there’s something about megumi, he’s going to get what he wants.

“fuckkk..taking me so good aren’t you?” he groaned, thrusting into your sopping cunt in a steady pace. he’s got you in missionary, a hand splayed on your stomach as he held his phone in the other. his flash is on, lighting up you as the center of attention in the otherwise dim room. the fact that he was recording, catching every moan, every reaction, had your walls spasming around him in pleasure.

the light was almost too bright, catching everything on video. his hand moved to your hip, dragging you into each thrust as he angled his phone down for a few seconds, catching how easily his cock slid in and out of you, how shiny your slick looked coating his dick in the light as you squirmed in pleasure. he was being rough, obviously lost in pleasure as he was finally getting what he wanted. you were already dazed, enduring multiple rounds as it is. he wanted to have you absolutely ruined.

his hand pressed down on your lower stomach, fucking into you faster as he angled the camera back up to catch the majority of your body in view. your head was slumped to the side, whining into the pillow as mind numbing pleasure overcame you from megumi pressing and massaging into you. “come on, let me see your pretty face, baby.” he moaned out, coaxing you to face him. you were too far gone, lost in so much pleasure you didn’t even hear him. it wasn’t until his hand gently tilted your chin to face him and the bright glare of the light did you come back to your senses.

“thereee she is. my pretty girl.” he praised, caressing your cheek before his hand returned to your hip to pull you into his thrusts. the feeling of his tip pressing into your sweet spot with each deep and languid stroke had you whining and moaning under him wildly. he made you feel so full, cock being sucked into your velvety walls constantly had the both of you moaning in pleasure with every push of his hips. you was so soaked, arousal and his cum mixing together and dripping down onto the sheets making an erotic mess.

he could feel his dick throbbing, arousal coursing through him as he looked at you through his phone camera, catching him fucking into you, your pretty face in a daze, and walls clamping down on him, sucking him in every time he pulled back. he started to mindlessly babble praises, beginning to also lose himself in your pussy as his hands scrambled anywhere he could hold onto you. he twitched wildly, growing impossibly harder as he stared at your tits bouncing with each stroke of his hips. you looked so pretty like this, ruined and moaning his name so sensually.

your eyes squeezed shut, his hips clapping into you louder than before as he reached up to cup and play with your tits, squeezing at the fat and rolling your nipple between his fingers. the sensations was overwhelming, cock rutting in and out of your squelching cunt before he gently grabbed your hand in his and dragged it to your clit, angling the camera down slightly to catch it. “getting close? come on baby, show the camera how pretty you look when you cum.” the moan you let out was like no other, his hand helping you rub fast circles on your sensitive clit. your eyes snapped open, looking down at the scene unfold as you felt your walls spasming, warm pleasure tightening as you got to the brink of an orgasm.

the both of your hands worked your clit, his hand moving yours at the speed he wanted as your body locked up, head thrown back as you came around him, hard. your legs spasmed as you whined his name loudly, release soaking everything as he fucked you through your orgasm. he moaned, hips stuttering and losing rhythm at the feeling of your orgasm on his cock as he continued to babble praises. he pushed down on your stomach again, feeling his cock jutting into you before he came shortly after you, spurting his cum into you and painting your insides white.

he sighed with a smile, the both of you breathing heavily to regain composure from your shared intense orgasms as he pulled out slowly, his camera still recording. “fuck…come on baby, show me how good of a job i did.” he breathed, pushing your leg soft open to get you to spread your legs. you looked away in embarrassment, spreading your thighs as he zoomed in on your cum soaked pussy, catching the way it dripped out of you erotically. his fingers trailed down to play between your folds, smearing his own release around before ending the video.

he leaned down to kiss you softly, caressing your body and muttered how good you was for him. he smiled now finally having something to keep him occupied whenever he misses you.

pairing: megumi x fem!reader

cw/notes: everyone is 18+ // this entire thing is just smut // megumi is freaked tf out // reckless driving // yuji lowk set this man up // cums in u // wants to get u pregnant // whimpers & begs // squirting // I think that's it holy content warning

: ̗̀➛thx @yarasshafik for the request it was v fun and I might've gotten a lil bit carried away hopefully not too much for u 🫣🤭 .... also hear me out- yujixmegumixreader 🫣🫣

Megumi really didn't think it'd work when he decided to take one of Yuji's sketchy ass gas station honey packs. The same one he swore would have Megumi' bricked up for days.' If anything, Megumi thought he was full of shit, which is exactly why he took it on the drive to your apartment a couple of hours out, just to prove a point.

He hated how far away you lived, especially when he was always wanting to see his beautiful girlfriend. It was insufferable, really, being so far away from you, not being able to hold you close whenever he wanted. But today, he was going to see you, and you didn't even know he was coming. He knew you'd had such a long and exhausting day, always having to deal with people non-stop. So he figured he'd surprise you by showing up with some pretty flowers and a small box of chocolates.

The first part of the drive was completely fine, perfect even, the time went by so fast. He just couldn't stop thinking about you and at first it was just a distraction, his hand gripping against the wheel, as his thoughts slip off to you a second too long. Then it got worse, his mind wouldn't stop drifting back to you—to the way your cunt feels wrapped around his cock, to the way you ride him so good his legs shake.

That's the moment Megumi realizes he's fucked, so fucked. Because once the image of you slips into his head, it doesn't leave. It stays in his mind, vivid and relentless, your lips, your voice, the way you look at him, all slutty when you want him. The thought alone has his breath catching, a broken whimper slipping past before he can stop it.

"F-fuck…"

megumi just thinks you’re so pretty.

he thinks you’re pretty doing simple, every day things. the way you look when you’re concentrating doing something, your gorgeous smile when you greet him every day, and how beautiful you look even while you sleep.

you often catch him staring, from up close to even across the room, he just can’t take his eyes off you. he does absolutely everything in his power to make you smile, see you happy, to see your gorgeous face erupt with joy that he brought you. let it be surprising you with your favorite breakfast in the morning, or randomly gifting you that bag you’ve been constantly talking about wanting, he would do anything to see his pretty girlfriend happy.

he thinks you’re so pretty, that he often catches himself missing you when you’re gone, and thinking about you. he often resorts to looking at the pictures the two of you took in random spots, like the café date he took you on a few months ago, you begged him to take a picture with you in front of the flower wall they had growing inside of the shop. of course, he couldn’t say no to you, and took the selfie with you. it’s a fond memory he has with you, and he thinks you’re so pretty in the photo, smiling brightly next to his subtle smile. he even made it his lock screen.

he wishes he had more pictures of you in his phone, more in depth photos of you, pictures that he wishes his eyes could take and save into a hard drive. like how gorgeous you look when you show off your new lingerie purchases, or how beautiful you look under him, moaning his name in pleasure as he rips orgasm after orgasm out of you. not only does he think you have a cute face, but a cute body too. he doesn’t understand how you could even begin to be insecure, he thinks you look perfect.

he really wishes he has those photos when you’re gone for several days and he’s at home missing you. he knows he should be patient, wait on you to return home, but he really missed you. he missed your pretty moans, the way you would squeeze him just right when he would fuck you, your gorgeous tits bouncing in his sight with every thrust he had to offer you. the thoughts alone gets him to cum pathetically in his hands, he often feels a tad bit guilty afterwards, but he still finds himself wishing that he had the exposed version of you in his camera roll.

but if there’s something about megumi, he’s going to get what he wants.

“fuckkk..taking me so good aren’t you?” he groaned, thrusting into your sopping cunt in a steady pace. he’s got you in missionary, a hand splayed on your stomach as he held his phone in the other. his flash is on, lighting up you as the center of attention in the otherwise dim room. the fact that he was recording, catching every moan, every reaction, had your walls spasming around him in pleasure.

the light was almost too bright, catching everything on video. his hand moved to your hip, dragging you into each thrust as he angled his phone down for a few seconds, catching how easily his cock slid in and out of you, how shiny your slick looked coating his dick in the light as you squirmed in pleasure. he was being rough, obviously lost in pleasure as he was finally getting what he wanted. you were already dazed, enduring multiple rounds as it is. he wanted to have you absolutely ruined.

his hand pressed down on your lower stomach, fucking into you faster as he angled the camera back up to catch the majority of your body in view. your head was slumped to the side, whining into the pillow as mind numbing pleasure overcame you from megumi pressing and massaging into you. “come on, let me see your pretty face, baby.” he moaned out, coaxing you to face him. you were too far gone, lost in so much pleasure you didn’t even hear him. it wasn’t until his hand gently tilted your chin to face him and the bright glare of the light did you come back to your senses.

“thereee she is. my pretty girl.” he praised, caressing your cheek before his hand returned to your hip to pull you into his thrusts. the feeling of his tip pressing into your sweet spot with each deep and languid stroke had you whining and moaning under him wildly. he made you feel so full, cock being sucked into your velvety walls constantly had the both of you moaning in pleasure with every push of his hips. you was so soaked, arousal and his cum mixing together and dripping down onto the sheets making an erotic mess.

he could feel his dick throbbing, arousal coursing through him as he looked at you through his phone camera, catching him fucking into you, your pretty face in a daze, and walls clamping down on him, sucking him in every time he pulled back. he started to mindlessly babble praises, beginning to also lose himself in your pussy as his hands scrambled anywhere he could hold onto you. he twitched wildly, growing impossibly harder as he stared at your tits bouncing with each stroke of his hips. you looked so pretty like this, ruined and moaning his name so sensually.

your eyes squeezed shut, his hips clapping into you louder than before as he reached up to cup and play with your tits, squeezing at the fat and rolling your nipple between his fingers. the sensations was overwhelming, cock rutting in and out of your squelching cunt before he gently grabbed your hand in his and dragged it to your clit, angling the camera down slightly to catch it. “getting close? come on baby, show the camera how pretty you look when you cum.” the moan you let out was like no other, his hand helping you rub fast circles on your sensitive clit. your eyes snapped open, looking down at the scene unfold as you felt your walls spasming, warm pleasure tightening as you got to the brink of an orgasm.

the both of your hands worked your clit, his hand moving yours at the speed he wanted as your body locked up, head thrown back as you came around him, hard. your legs spasmed as you whined his name loudly, release soaking everything as he fucked you through your orgasm. he moaned, hips stuttering and losing rhythm at the feeling of your orgasm on his cock as he continued to babble praises. he pushed down on your stomach again, feeling his cock jutting into you before he came shortly after you, spurting his cum into you and painting your insides white.

he sighed with a smile, the both of you breathing heavily to regain composure from your shared intense orgasms as he pulled out slowly, his camera still recording. “fuck…come on baby, show me how good of a job i did.” he breathed, pushing your leg soft open to get you to spread your legs. you looked away in embarrassment, spreading your thighs as he zoomed in on your cum soaked pussy, catching the way it dripped out of you erotically. his fingers trailed down to play between your folds, smearing his own release around before ending the video.

he leaned down to kiss you softly, caressing your body and muttered how good you was for him. he smiled now finally having something to keep him occupied whenever he misses you.