maye

megumi wouldn’t say he had a high sex drive.

even after he started dating you, the two of you would get intimate every few nights, late night kisses that led into nothing, or fingering you until you were satisfied.

it’s not like he didn’t want to have sex with you, it’s that most days would leave him exhausted and wanting to do nothing but lay in your arms.

but because he didn’t initiate sex often didn’t mean he doesn’t love it.

he couldn’t help it, your pussy was almost too good. he could spend an entire day buried inside of you if you’d let him. the way your walls would clench and spasm around him whenever he’d praise you, how easily you’d get wet for him, how good you tasted, it had him hooked.

and whenever you’d have sex, he always got a bit carried away.

your face is smushed into the pillows, moans stifled by the fabric as your back curved impossibly in a mean arch to accommodate megumi’s deep, punishing thrusts. his hands anchored onto your hips, pulling you back every time he pressed deeper into your soaked cunt.

“you feel so fucking good—shit.” he moaned quietly, voice clipped in an attempt to hide exactly how needy he was for you right now. “pussy’s squeezing so tight around me.” he slurred, eyes trained on where he had you split open, slick coating his dick obscenely.

he leaned over you further, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck as he pressed small, needy kisses on your damp skin. you squirmed underneath him, whining into the pillow as his tip prodded your sweet spot with dizzying precision.

the slick sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, making a mess of the sheets as your arousal mixed with his pre cum, dripping down your thighs and making each thrust ring with a rhythmic squelch.

his hands roamed restlessly along your body, squeezing at any of your plush skin he could grab at, his cock fucking into you harder as he teasingly licked you neck, practically groaning into you ear from the salty taste.

his thrusts were mind numbing, leaving you in a pleasured daze as you gripped the sheets beneath you, knuckles almost turning white as your walls sucked him deeper with every press forward.

his hands trailed beneath you, sliding up to grope your tit, hips faltering as he squeezed at the supple skin, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on your puffy, sensitive clit.

“practically milking me…pussy’s gonna kill me..” he mumbled mindlessly, hand quickly moving from your tit to around your neck, pulling you up with him, flush to his chest as hid thrusts grew impossibly faster.

his bicep wrapped around you, putting you into a dizzying headlock as his hips clapped into yours. his hand that was on your clit reached for your tit once more, smearing your slick along your perked nipple as he moaned into your ear.

the new angle had him fucking into you deeper, his arm cutting off your airflow making your cunt squeeze and grip around his pistioning cock as you struggled to breathe. your hands gripped onto his muscles, nails digging into his skin as your moans bounced off the walls.

he pressed a messy kiss on your cheek, fingers pulling and teasing at your nipple as he completely lost himself in your pussy, needy moans slipping from his lips no matter how much he fought to keep them in.

you’re practically creaming around him at this point, his cock pulling moans and whines from you until your voice grew raw. he always fucked you good, but this was something you’ve never experienced before. you could hardly even think, head dizzy and filled with nothing but your pretty boyfriend that’s about to make you cum.

you clawed at his arm, overwhelmed as his fingers drifted back down to your pulsating clit, rubbing fast, messy circles once more as he mumbled sweet, almost incoherent praises into your ear.

“megumi!—” you whined, eyes rolling back behind closed eyelids as your walls spasmed around his cock, orgasm building warm and steady inside your core. he hips stuttered, pre leaking inside you messily as fought not to cum just from hearing you moan his name.

he fucked into you deeper, leaving another soft kiss against your cheek with a hum. “i know baby, i know…just feel good for me. wanna feel you cum.” he slurred fingers rubbing your clit so fast they almost slid off.

your moans grew higher in pitch, white hot pleasure tightening as megumi finally pushed you over the edge, gasping as your came around him. your walls squeezed rhythmically, pussy milking him for everything he’s worth as you cum soaked his thighs and sheets.

his thrusts completely lost rhythm, hips fucking into off instinct as he chased the pleasure your pussy was bringing him. he let out a ragged moan, cum spilling into you with every thrust, fucking his seed into you deeper as spurt after spurt filled you to the brim.

the both of you shook, intense orgasms leaving you completely breathless as megumi lessened his headlock, laying you back gently onto the bed. your face rested into the pillows, megumi’s hand trailing soothingly down your back, kneading your supple skin to help you come back down from your high.

he pulled out with a hiss, both of you whining from the loss as he flipped you onto you back gently, his cum beginning to spill from your obscenely as he kissed you softly.

as everyone knows, 𝓶egumi isn't fond of using words to display his undeniable affection — it's what he chooses to do as far as actions.

he'll buy you little things — keychains, figurines, flowers, anything you asked him for. he'd (reluctant, and sheepishly) give into your advances as far as displaying public affection with holding your hand, kisses on the cheek, even melting into a kiss on the lips.

not to mention how he was in bed. god, he was the sweetest thing. that sultry, lusty, yet sweet, voice of his murmuring sweet praises under his breath in your ear. his breath whisping past your lashes, petting your head or your side as he'd drag his shaft out along your insides to the tip, only to push back in and kiss the spot that inched you closer to cumming — rinse, repeat.

though, something in the back of your head kept you unsatisfied. yes, it was intimate, it was lovely, but god, you craved something more... punishing. putting you below the pedestal he so graciously put you on. something in your head told you he wouldn't be opposed to that at all. perhaps it was sheer hope he wouldn't decline your idea, perhaps he was holding back just as much as you were.

" i'll do whatever you want, you know that. but fuck — if you aren't the greediest thing ever. " his voice was a low growl in your ear, the faux annoyance stinging you a bit. you felt him swallow his grunts and moans as best as he could with the occasional slip up, a consequence of how deep he was driving his dick into you.

his hand was on your head, pushing you into the sheets, hips hiked up into the air and held in place with a mean grip of his hand, thrusts so deep and pull of passion that each slap was accompanied with a shlick! — you asked for this. you don't think you've ever been so easy toward an orgasm in your life.

you whined loudly, his hand loosening up on your head. he felt your walls flutter and spasm — backing up onto him, using him for your own pleasure, making him cock a brow. " now you wanna cum? did everything you asked for and more, but it's still not enough for you, huh? "

his grip on your hip tightened, bringing you back into him faster, harder, deeper. he sighed in your ear, breath whisping past your cheek. " you're lucky, hah — that i love how you look when you cum... lucky as hell. "

he couldn't hold back praising you. he could praise you all day and night whenever he was ansty for your body. but, to satisfy you, he adjusted whatever need-be. his tone was condscending, and it didn't hurt you not one bit. in fact, add a couple harsh rubs and slaps to your clit and you came apart — body falling limp, that knot in your lower abdomen finally being released.

he panted in your ear — so close but so far from his edge. you felt his dick twitch and jerk from wall to wall, dripping precum over the ribbed surface. " you liked it? " you nodded eagerly, making him scoff. " that's good. i have another round left in me, and i'll make that your thanks. "

© 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎 𑣲⋆｡˚

“tell me something pretty about yourself.”

toji fushiguro has your body naked in front of the mirror and his warm hands groping your hips. he lets his pinky slide up your puffy, wet slit—just a graze, just over your clit—and he doesn’t let your eyes leave the mirror as he draws back his pinky dripping with your slick.

“go on, princess,” he rasps into your neck. “m’listening.”

but he’s not just listening. your boyfriend is still in his boxers—unfair, really, because you’re clad in nothing & the room is too warm & your thighs are trembling from both the heat and the pressure. he wraps himself around you and slides his hands up to your tits. he gropes your breast once and lets his hands fall away.

your mouth dries. “i can’t.”

but your hips are bucking into him. rolling against his clothed cockhead as your pussy drools from the anticipation. toji laughs, chest warm against your back as he pinches your clit, forcing your hips to stutter & a whine to leave your lips. “y’got a pretty mouth, dollface. wanna hear you use it.”

in the mirror your thighs are still aching, chest heaving, and toji fushiguro has slipped his cock out of his shorts. you’re not sure you heard his waistband snap but his cock is there, flushed and swollen and dripping with precum.

"you see that ?" he murmurs, breath hot against your neck as he pumps himself in his fist all heavy & slow. "see what you do to me, sweetheart? standing there all pretty and wet?”

he lets the soaked head tap against your ass—once, twice—before dragging it lower between your thighs, letting it slip through your slick folds without pushing inside. your pussy flutters at the teasing, & toji watches your chest heave in the mirror through bleary eyes.

"you want this?" he murmurs, cockhead nudging your throbbing folds from behind. "want my cock in this pussy, baby?” he lets his precum smear over the folds. “start talking.”

you swallow, eyes glazed with lust and hips stuttering as you force the courage to speak. “i…i have nice tits.”

“breasts,” toji growls into your neck. “breasts, dollface. say it properly.”

your boyfriend megumi is secretly a huge pervert.

whenever you'd leave the house, he'd sneak into your laundry, snagging his favorite pair of your panties he could find. you'd always eventually realize that your panties would slowly go missing, but they would always reappear a few weeks later.

you would have never suspected that the reason for your laundry disappearance was due to your quiet and reserved boyfriend.

megumi was very sneaky about it, leaving pairs alone for several weeks whenever you'd ask him if he'd seen them recently. he'd always tell you no, even helping you look for them knowing it's deep in his laundry with his cum stains on them.

he couldn't help it, he always came harder gripping the lacy material to his face or wrapped around his cock. he loved the used ones better, the ones he would slowly peel down your legs, your arousal sticking to your panties erotically before he quickly shoves them into the pocket of his pants, rubbing your clit to distract you from what he was really doing.

he knew it was perverted, and he felt a little bad, especially having to lie to you about it. did he feel bad enough to stop? no.

luckily for him, you'd be gone for the next few hours, having a girls day out with your friends. he promptly went to your laundry as soon as you left, looking through your drawers in search for his favorite lacy black pair. his cock practically throbbed in need as his trailed his finger along the intricate patterns of lace, picturing just how good you look in it.

he stumbled into your desk chair, dick now leaving a prominent tent in his pants as he lifted the lace to his face, deeply inhaling the scent of your panties. he shuttered, mind racing about all the times he'd push the material to the side and fucked you in these.

he had a thing for fucking you while you were still in your panties. your cum and his always mixed messily, and dripping onto the lace and ruining them. his tongue peaked from his mouth, licking one stripe up the crotch of the pair.

he moaned into your panties from the taste, precum dripping from his mushroom tip in the now tight confines of his pants. his eyes fluttered shut, hand haphazardly pulling his pants and boxers down in needy pulls, hissing lowly as he freed his aching cock into the cool air of your shared bedroom.

his hand trailed up his cock swiping his sensitive slit continuously with his thumb, smearing the pre along himself as he gently sucked on your panties, creating a perfect makeshift gag to keep his noises down.

he began lazily pumping his fist up and down his twitching dick, each stroke of his hand making his breath stutter behind the fabric. he tossed his head back, whining softly into your panties as he began to fuck his fist, hips twitching slightly with every drag of his hand.

he twisted his wrist with each pull, pre leaking from his tip obscenely, quick and desperate squelches filling the otherwise quiet room. his hand sped up, chasing the intense pleasure surging through his body and he needfully fucked his hand, imagining it was your slick pussy instead.

he slowly took the saliva soaked lace out of his mouth, pausing the strokes on his cock to press himself against your panties. he glared down at the mess he was making with half lidded eyes, his pearly white precum easily stained the fabric.

his breath caught, hips coming back to life, cock thrusting and now fucking into your damp panties, letting out a drawn out groan as his hips bucked into his tight hand.

“need you—mmph..need you so bad” he mumbled to himself quietly, wrist winding up and down his throbbing cock in messy strokes. "i’d fuck your pretty pussy so good if you’d let me…’promise.." he continued, picturing his warm hand and sticky panties was you instead.

he could feel himself growing closer, switching to focus his strokes on his sensitive tip. he took the panties off his cock to shove back in his mouth, missing your taste on his tongue. he groaned loudly behind the fabric, the taste of your shared fluids bringing him back to the times he'd eat you out after finishing in you.

his cock twitched violently, dripping more precum along his knuckles as his legs grew restless, spreading more as he continued to buck into his hand with shut eyelids. his hand sped up, strokes growing sloppy as his balls tightened with his impending orgasm.

if he wasn't stuck in his own world, he would've heard you unlocking the front door, walking towards the bedroom to snag something you left behind.

it only took a few more languid pulls before he was came, loose cum spurting from his tip in erotic ropes, spilling all over his hand and lower stomach. "hey gumi, I forgot my—" you started, gasping as you walked in to see your boyfriend cum in your desk chair, your lacy panties balled in his mouth.

his eyes shot open, hand frozen in milking every drop he had to offer, cock twitching as one last spurt of cum leaked down his wrist. he quickly tore the underwear from his mouth, cheeks flushed with ragged breaths as he tossed the panties to the side.

"baby!—i'm so sorry! i didn't know you was coming home.." he apologized weakly, embarrassed he'd been caught using your panties to pleasure himself.

you stood in the doorway in shock, the heat growing between your legs undeniable as you looked at your mess of a boyfriend, putting the pieces together as to why your underwear would always go missing.

megumi watched with careful eyes as you approached him, fully prepared for you to scold him for being a pervert, before a surprising kiss landed on his cheek, your fingers trailing the cum down his softening cock.

"ah—fuck!" megumi whines, pushing his hips against your face. his cock was buried deep in your throat, gagging you softly as you gave him the suck of his life. your mouth was warm, wet, and soft around him.

you pull back, focusing on his tip. its red hot, leaking with so much precum, you whimper softly. his head his thrown back, eyes shut tightly as you lips his tip over and over. it feels too electrifying. friends weren't supposed to do this, but your mouth felt heavenly.

"mm—l-like that—y-yeah." he mumbles softly. your hands grips his base, pumping it softly as you suck his tip. his noises sink into the walls as you pleasure him. his tip was already sensitive from the first time he came, so your tongue on him is much more overwhelming.

"ah—ah—love—ah—your mouth." he opens his eyes to meet yours. the scene below his hot. your mouth on his tip, hand pumping him with a steady pace, eyes on his like you know you're doing well. he closes his eyes again, trying to hold off on cumming, but you look so hot beneath him.

he tangles his fingers in your hair, trying to steady himself even though he doesn't think he can hold on much longer. the feel of your lips and tongue working him is too much to handle. your hand feels perfect around his base, looks perfect too. he can feel the sudden rush coming, and he doesn't pull away from it.

"ah—aaah!—mmph—uhh." he lets out loud whines, hips pushing up towards you as his back arches. he feels pathetic. he shouldn't be enjoying his best friends lips around his cock. he shouldn't be enjoying the way you smile with cum running down your chin, looking at him with a dazed expression. he shouldn't like this, but fuck if he didn't love it.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

" he's so loud.. " 𝓶egumi grumbled into your nape, annoyance prominent in his tone.

𝔂uji was snoring loudly, large bulky arms draped over you and megumi's waist as a result of his rather uncontrolled sleeping habits of moving around a lot. his head rested on your bra, mouth agape and drool pooling in your cleavage. " it's annoying. "

" when are you not annoyed by something? " you asked, combing through his pink strands. you felt his hands tighten around your waist, squeezing gently. he just let out a low hum at your statement — not confirming nor denying.

time passed, yuji's snores turned into hiccups as he prepared for a yawn, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "g'morning..." the kiss he put on your lips was lazy and gentle, full of sleep.

"morning, yuu. how'd you sleep?" he murmured a "good" against your lower lip before kissing you again, your hands molding his face gently. yuji loved your attention when he first woke up, it was the most awaited thing once he opened his eyes. it was simply routine.

megumi watched over your shoulder, leaning up on his elbow. he didn't say anything, just... observed. he had that familiar, faint dent in between his dark, thin eyebrows. he looked the same as he always did, but more annoyed than just plain grumpy. yuji eyed him, curious but in a teasing way. " jealous? "

" stop, " he got a hold on your jaw, turning you to face him. yuji stuck his tongue out at him, which megumi saw out the corner of his eye but chose not to comment on. " you haven't given me any kisses today. "

" yes, i have, " you corrected.

" mm, " he kissed where your jaw met your earlobe, trailing down to the corner of your lips. " it sounds like you have favorites to me, " he murmured.

" told you. he's jealous! " megumi pushed two fingers to his forehead, moving him back to prevent the chances of his interrogation of your favoritism being interrupted. you hadn't taken megumi to be the jealous type at all, if you were being completely honest, but you weren't complaining at all.

you puckered your lips. " no. you come get a kiss. i'm not kissing you. "

" ooh, picky. " yuji's commentary got him a pinch.

you gave into his demands with a slight laugh — there was only so far you could push megumi to be outwardly needy for affection. the kiss was special in comparison to your other kisses. more sweet, more savory, more apologetic for the fact that he was accusing you of favoritism. your hand gripped his jaw, tongues brushing against each other, relishing in the aftertaste of each other's chapstick.

they were both your favorites — your lovely boys to kiss, to love, to do anything and everything with. you pressed kisses to both their faces, alternating.

"you're both my favorites."

" yuu! — you can't do that..! "

your loud whine caught his attention, his grip on your waist loosening but his thumbs still dug little dents into your back. his thrusting ceased, so did his movements of pulling you back onto his dick. he sat there, stunned with his hair pushed out his face and skin luster with sweat. " baby? you okay? you need a break? "

" yeah.. " you panted, your chest heaving into the mattress. " you just — can't be all rough like that... you know how big you are... "

you weren't even talking about solely his dick — yuji was big as a whole. big, and full of stamina and strength for days. it was scarily superhuman, just built for putting you through mattresses and draining you down to a drip. it was so unfair, like the system was rigged against you.

he flipped you over to kiss your face — cheeks, eyelids, jaw, temples, everywhere. he was really just a gentle giant. and the fact he was still growing. " i'm sorry.. i thought you could handle me like that. i'll be more gentle.. " he seemed like he was sulking — partially sorry for what he did, but also solemn he couldn't continue like that.

he hummed softly in your neck, grinding his dick along your walls in slow, shallow motions, all the while rubbing your clit gently. he was trying to coax you to forgive him. you swallowed, your eyes fluttering open and closed at the sensation. " i can handle you. "

he looked up from your neck, his bottom lip protruding. " you sure? you'll tell me the next time it gets too much, right? i'll be careful... i promise. pinky promise. you can starve me a whole day without kisses if you want. "

" don't be dramatic... " you kissed his lips weakly. " i can handle you. "

he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips. his thanks came in the form of his thrusts increasing — both pace and depth with grunts through his bitten bottom lip. he was more gentle about it, more considerate of your body. he still rubbed, petted your clit — just to be a little mean and greedy about it. your name slipped as he approached his limit, from groans to whimpers and prayers about how good you make him feel.

it might've cost you a couple hours — hell, days worth of mobility. but he was too cute to deny.

♡ 𝓜𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

exbf!yuji who never talks bad about you if you’re brought into conversation. still being friends with nobara knowing you are also friends with her, he knows her talking about you isn’t something to him he hates. he doesn’t mind at all, and he doesn’t have anything bad to say about you anyway.

exbf!yuji who doesn’t have you blocked on his phone even though his number is blocked and deleted for you. it was a petty thing for you to do, sure, but yuji wasn’t on the level of petty you’re on. in fact, he wasn’t even petty or bitter about anything at all.

exbf!yuji who still feels bad about the break up. he can’t help but talk about it to nobara and megumi even though it’s been over five months! it was a stupid argument over nothing, and he needed reassurance that it wasn’t his fault even though he felt extremely guilty over stupidness.

exbf!yuji who asks nobara about you occasionally. nobara, nobara, nobara. it always came back to nobara for him. she’d roll her eyes, or sigh dramatically whenever yuji brought you up, and she would only give him little to nothing information about you, leaving out the details where you would pout over yuji and say you miss him.

exbf!yuji who avoids relationships at any costs just in case there’s a miracle you might call him one night telling him how you miss him and how you miss kissing his sweet lips. he might get into a little flirty situationship, but he’ll realize what it is and end it since he’s too scared of commitment unless it’s you. besides, no one gets him like you do.

exbf!yuji who finds a way to get unblocked from your phone (through nobara). that was his only wish, and when you got a text from him you just stared at it knowing you decided to unblock him.

it’s not until he’d been so flooded with assignments and he forgets to pick up his prescription from the pharmacy that he has to wear them for a day or two, and now, his secret is finally out.

megumi is strictly a contact user, has been since they used to call him ‘four-eyes’ in the eighth grade and now he only uses his glasses when he’s at home. he hates the way he looks in them, feels like they make him look like more of a giant nerd than he already is but he’s sighing and snatching his glasses case from his nightstand anyway as he heads out of his dorm because it’s the only choice he has if he wants to see.

sighing, he reminds himself that class is just an hour and a half. just an hour and half and then he can pick his prescription up and be able to switch back to his contacts tomorrow like nothing even changed. he hopes no one notices when he shows up to lecture, that maybe if he just stares down at his work on the table hard enough and never looks up that he can skate by unscathed without any human interaction like he usually does. unfortunately for him, he forgot that he sits next to you and that’s not possible.

“megumi, you wear glasses!?” you’re squealing your observation before he can even scoot his seat forward after sitting down in it. gleaming up at him with your hands clasped excitedly as if he just showed up in a suit and tie with a bouquet of flowers or something. so much for slipping under the radar.

"you're such a god damn brat.." megumi huffed sternly, another crack of his hand struck your ass. "I told you to stop fucking squirming." he reminded in an annoyed tone, smoothing the palm of his hand over your now reddened skin, before another punishing slap landed on your ass.

you bit your lip, tears stinging your eyes as it took everything in you to not squirm in megumi's lap. he had absolutely had it with you today, your bratty behavior getting on his last nerve. you'd been teasing him relentlessly, taking everything he did and said as a joke.

he told you multiple times that he had a very important virtual meeting over the course of a few days, explicitly telling you that he needed absolute privacy for the duration of the meeting.

of course, you remembered what he said, but you didn't care. you ended up sneaking into the shared at home office, sucking your boyfriend off under the desk and challenging him to stay quiet.

it was entertaining to watch him cum and struggle to keep a straight face, but it was not entertaining to him. after the stunt you pulled, he didn't want to be bothered by you for the next few hours. you thought he was being dramatic, continuing to tease him for the next several minutes about how hard he got, and how fast he came, mocking the subtle moans he let out when he thought he was being quiet.

megumi could deal with a lot of frustrations, but you sometimes itch the nerve deep within him. that landed you here in his lap, stripped naked while he remained fully clothed. another devastating blow landed on your sensitive flesh, a strangled moan leaving your lips as his hand moved from your plush cheek to your neglected slick pussy.

"fucking soaked." he muttered, fingers trailing your slick folds before landing a quick slap on your pussy, your juices shooting up his wrist, scoffing as you let out another pathetic moan. "you're seriously getting off on this? you disgust me." he said harshly, even though you both knew he didn't truly mean it.

he shoved two fingers inside your aching cunt without warning, curling them into your sweet spot with each thrust.you trembled in his lap, moaning loudly into the bed comforter from his intense fingering, arousal instantly coating his skilled digits and making every push forward ring with a squelch!

megumi could hardly stand anything about you in this moment, free hand cupping your neck with a gentle squeeze, enough to restrict airflow but not cause any real pain. "shut the hell up. if i couldn't be vocal, neither can you."

now it's his turn to be a pain in the ass, fingers speeding up inside your spasming walls despite telling you to stay quiet just moments earlier. your legs kicked behind you, struggling to stay still and quiet from the intense pleasure your boyfriend was giving you.

his fingers were curling just right, hot pleasure blooming in your cunt, making it virtually impossible to stay still. your body lurched forward off instinct, back arching in the process, your body unsure about wanting to stray from your boyfriend's talented fingers or arch into them.

megumi scoffed above you, pulling his digits from your slick pussy to grip your hip, pulling you back firmly into his lap. "I told you stop squirming. you don't ever listen." he said condescendingly, another slap landing on your ass.

he tutted at your cry, palm flat and kneading your cheek, almost in a soothing manner. "my poor baby...does it hurt? maybe if you'd listen once in a while, we wouldn't be here right now." he finished, mock sympathy laced in his tone before another punishing slap landed on your ass.

"fuck! megs..'m sorry—i'm sorry." you moaned, cunt pulsing in need, desperate for his fingers to stuff you once more. megumi's fingers trailed teasingly along your slit, settling to rub dizzying circles on your clit. you let out a drawn out moan, pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing from his skilled fingers flicking your clit.

"yeah, I'm sure you are." he responded sarcastically between clenched teeth, cock twitching in his pants as you struggled to speak from the pressure of his hand gripping your throat. he knew you wanted his fingers back snug into your cunt, he just wanted to see if you would actually beg for it.

a weak, small moan escaped your lips, toes curling as his fingers on your clit never slowed. "megumi...I'm sorry..I'll be good from now on, I swear...please let me have your fingers." you begged quietly, making sure to not squirm to anger him. bingo.

megumi's fingers stopped once more, now resting on your puffy, sensitive clit. "you think you deserve my fingers, to cum? but you've been so bad..." he started in mock coo, his hand on your throat leaving to rest in your hair, chuckling as you nodded. "you say that every time, don't you?" he hummed, fingers easily slipping back into your slick cunt.

"so needing, I've spoiled you rotten, huh?" he whispered, shaking his head softly as his fingers picked up the punishing pace from earlier, fingers stretching you out and prodding around at your sweet spot. you mewled, louder moans falling from your lips as megumi finally gave grace on your airways.

your slick began to dribble down his wrist, walls spasming and sucking his fingers in deeper from your impending orgasm. your boyfriend could never stay mad at you for long, which is why he's letting you grind back onto his thrusting fingers. his hand soothing your hair as he curled his fingers inside you, just the way you like.

your thighs grew tense, orgasm building fast as megumi shoved his fingers deeper, reaching spots you never could on your own. his pointer finger reached forward, drawing circles on your puffy clit as your moans grew in volume. "you gonna cum? go ahead, show me how sorry you are."

your entire body trembled, letting out a loud, drawn out moan into the comforter as you came. your cum shot out in violent, euphoric pulses, spraying and soaking megumi's rolled up sleeve and arm. he choked back a moan of his own, fingering you through your orgasm until every last drop came out.

megumi's eyes widened, complete look of disbelief as his cock twitched violently in his pants. you just squirted, everywhere.

the bed was ruined, comforter soaked with your squirt, leaving you panting and shaking in his lap from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. megumi smoothed a hand down your bare back, comforting you with words of affirmation and gentle touches.

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you want that damn scroll.

one of the old texts on yokai lore sukuna left half-unrolled on a high shelf days ago. boredom and the restless energy of pregnancy drives you to it. standing on the tips of your toes, with one hand braced against the lacquered cabinet, you stretch up.

your belly, round and full at nearly eight months, shifts heavily. the baby kicks hard as if protesting.

“just... a little more—“

the wood creaks. your foot slips on the woven tatami mat and then the world tilts.