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with you staying over at the fushiguro household for the night, the air between the two of you had grown noticeably tense. because megumi knew exactly what that meant—that once his parents and sister were asleep, he had you all to himself.
that knowledge was what made him so bold, so daring, right there under the dinner table.
while toji chatted away with tsumiki about what was, judging by the occasional eye roll, probably boyfriends, and his mother asking about your day with a warm smile, your boyfriend was focused entirely on the heat radiating from your thighs.
his hand slid higher the more you spoke, his long fingers grazing the lace of your panties, feeling the dampness that proved you were just as desperate as he was.
maintaining his usual stoic, he watched your face, enjoying the way you struggled to maintain a conversation while he was practically tasting your arousal through the fabric.
megumi's gaze wandered back to his mother as she continued talking, but it wasn't long before it settled back on you. the gentle nudge of your foot beneath the table earned the smallest reaction, a subtle lift at the corners of his lips. and without thinking, he quietly propped his chin on his hand, his palm shielding the expression from the rest of the table.
“and when they were toddlers, can you believe megumi—”
you had gasped into your water glass when he finally pushed past the edge of your panties, his fingertips brushing against the your soaked folds. the moment he felt the slickness of your arousal, a tiny, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“are you okay?” what a tease.
now, back in his room, the atmosphere has completely shifted from subtle to blatant teasing. you’re still perched on his lap, your pussy clamped tight around his thick dick as megumi focuses on his monitor.
the contrast is maddening: the clicking sounds of his mechanical keyboard and the glow of the screen, paired with the wet, visceral feeling of him buried deep inside you.
the sensation is overwhelming. because he isn't moving, not yet, the heat is concentrated, a heavy, throbbing pressure that makes your internal muscles twitch and squeeze instinctively.
"you're so tight," he murmurs, his voice low and steady, barely audible. he doesn't look away from the screen, his fingers dancing across the keys with precision. "is it that good, just sitting there?”
“mhhmmm,” you whimper, your arms finding their way around his neck, your chin settling atop his shoulder as you lean into him
"you’re shaking, pretty," he observes, his voice flat but laced with satisfaction. he doesn't look away from the game, but he can feel you pulsing around him, milking him with every breath you take.
"i’m— i'm gonna cum," you squeal, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. you try to lift your hips, desperate to slide down and then push back up, to create the friction you need to tip over the edge.
but as you do so, his hand immediately snaps from the keyboard to your waist, his fingers digging into your skin to lock you in place. he doesn't move his dick; he just holds you there, suspended at the peak of your arousal.
"i didn't say you could cum yet," megumi mutters, his eyes narrowing at the screen as he quietly curses under his breath at yuji, who has somehow managed to get on his nerves yet again. "can you take this fucking seriously, bruh— stay right there. hold it."
"you’ve been teasing me for half an hour! megs— please! i can’t—"
"shhh," he cuts you off, finally glancing up at you. his eyes are hooded, full of a desire that contradicts his calm demeanor.
"i told you, you're staying still. if you can't handle it, maybe you shouldn't have gotten so wet at the table."
"i can't help it! ever since you ate me out, you’ve been teasing me. god— you're so big—"
“that’s the point.”
megumi gives a sudden, sharp jolt upward, his dick hitting your cervix with a force that makes you gasp and arch your back. the sensation is so intense it nearly sends you over the edge, but before you can collapse, he pins you down again, his grip bruising and possessive.
"just a few more minutes," he whispers, returning his attention to the screen, leaving you trapped on his lap, trembling and leaking onto his thighs, completely at his mercy while he finishes his round.
"i can't— i can't just sit here while you're inside me," you sobbed, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.
he just snickers, a low, vibrating sound you could feel deep in your chest, shifting his weight to give you a slow, agonizingly deep grind that hit your sweet spot perfectly.
"if you're good and stay still and quiet, maybe i'll actually fuck you when the round is over. deal?"
“but—”
"besides, if you make too much noise, my parents might hear you. do you want them to know exactly what you're doing on my lap right now? or how wet you are for me?"
the thought sends a jolt of shame and arousal through you, making you squeeze him even tighter. he bites back a moan.
"no! i— i don't!" you stammer, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps.
"exactly," he says, his voice returning to that calm, dominant drone. "just sit there and warm me up. let me enjoy how tight you are."
you sink back down with a small sigh, your weight pressing you further onto him, the slight movement sending sparks of pleasure through your nerves. you are trapped, held captive by his strength and his indifference to your desperation, your body humming with a need that only he can satisfy.
“are you seriously fucking your girl while being on call with me, fushiguro.”
links: riding him, sitting on his face, gotta be quiet, he can’t get enough of your taste, what you send him while he’s away, what he sends you while he’s away
this is kinda short my bad hopefully the links make up for that ALSO my inbox has been filled with so many…..interesting….things…. plz why are we thinking about catboy megumi working at a maid cáfe cuz toji couldnt pay the rent i hate u all legit 💔💔💔
SYNOPSIS: puberty is a completely normal, natural part of growing up... well, unless you're chuuya nakahara, in which case it somehow turns into one long string of adolescent embarrassment.
AUTHOR'S NOTE & W/C: ~1.2k words | this is just a quick little blurb! i randomly thought of this and couldn't stop chuckling because 16 yo chuuya being this flustered is just way too cute. it's pure, lighthearted fluff and honestly one of the sweetest little pieces i've written in a while... plus, i lowkey just needed an excuse to write him wearing diptyque orphéon (lit one of my biggest hcs for him). anyway, enough of me rambling. hope you guys like it!! might actually get back to posting more often now ♡
at sixteen, chuuya's body is changing at breakneck speed. his shoulders are broadening out, his muscles tightening, his body temperature feels like a furnace and all that jazz, thanks in no small part to the volatile puberty hitting his system all at once.
and of course, ane-san has been relentless about it.
"a true gentleman carries himself with absolute grace, chuuya," kouyou instructed him weeks ago, handing him an array of high-end soaps, roll-ons and an expensive perfume with a sharp, warning glare. "you will not wander these halls smelling like an unwashed feral hound. look at dazai... a walking mummy who smells like stagnant river water. you are better than that!"
chuuya takes that advice to heart. not just because he respects kouyou, he surely and absolutely does, and will always trust her input, but mainly because of you...
and right on cue, part heavenly vision, part absolute nightmare. there you are sitting on the bench across the mat, casually re-wrapping the white tape around your knuckles.
even at sixteen, you are already an absolute terror in the port mafia. aside from how undeniably stunning and effortlessly gorgeous you are, recognised as the undisputed face card of every woman in the organisation, you are also a short-fused landmine waiting for someone to step wrong. you have a temper like a razor blade when it comes down to people ogling you and surely zero tolerance for disrespect. more than one low-level grunt has ended up in the mafia infirmary with a shattered jaw simply for staring at you a second too long or letting their eyes wander.
for all his explosive pride and bravado, chuuya is utterly defenseless when it comes to you. he likes you so fiercely it practically makes his skin itch, and the idea of you viewing him as anything less than pristine is his absolute worst nightmare. dazai's atrocious hygiene habits are already legendary - well thanks to ango accidentally letting those rumors slip over drinks- and chuuya is damned if he lets any of that foul reputation rub off on him.
which is precisely why, midway through your grueling spar, chuuya abruptly snaps his gloves off.
"time out. i'm taking ten," chuuya barks, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his forearm and heading straight for the side changing room.
you don't even pause your taping, just raise one eyebrow, your lips twitching with amusement. "a break? already? oh, come on! we've only been at it for forty minutes!! don't tell me gravity boy is losing his wind."
"shut up! I'm not winded!" chuuya snaps, his face flushing bright red, half from heat, half from sheer embarrassment. "i'm... resetting, alright! mind your own business!"
a few minutes later, chuuya strolls back out onto the mat. you're already mid-stretch, pausing with your water bottle halfway to your lips as he approaches.
chuuya has literally washed his face, re-applied a layer of roll-on deodorant, and doused himself in an expensive cedar-and-juniper fragrance kouyou-san had bought him. he tries to act completely casual, rolling his shoulders and picking his gloves back up as if nothing happened.
the moment he steps onto the mat, the passing draft carried a veil of powdery woods and a whisper of smoky warmth straight toward you. you cannot help but pause mid-sip, hand halting in midair as the crisp juniper scent cuts through the stale air of the training room. you take two subtle sniffs, trying to piece together the ridiculous puzzle of why this fiery terror suddenly smells like an expensive parisian jazz club after midnight.
"oh my god," you gasp, letting your bottle drop onto your bag as you burst into a sudden laugh. "are you serious right now?!"
"what?!" chuuya yells, his jaw tightening as his face burns up to his ears. "what are you laughing at?!" his voice cracking just a fraction on the 'at' before he snaps his jaw shut.
it takes less than a second for his towering pride to disintegrate into unadulterated catastrophe. his heart plummets into his stomach as his mind instantly spins out into a panicked overdrive. what are you laughing at?! what if he didn't do it right? what if he put on too much? what if he somehow missed something up or applied the roll-on weirdly, or -god forbid- he still smells like a teenage gym locker and you just noticed? heat flares up in his chest, entirely masking the absolute wave of mortification crashing over him.
"chuuya," you snicker, tossing your head back with a soft laugh that makes his pulse hammer even faster, "we've been sparring for forty minutes. you took a ten-minute break just to do a full spa routine in the middle of a workout? be for real now!"
"it's called basic hygiene, you idiot!" chuuya yells, his face burning bright red as he stalks back onto the mat. "ane-san says a true gentleman doesn't walk around reeking like a wet dog! some of us actually care about presenting ourselves properly!"
"oh? presenting yourself properly? or trying to impress me?" you tilt your head, a sly smile slowly settling into one that practically dares him to take the bait.
which, chuuya falls right into, his breath hitches. low-key panicking but trying to cover it up with his pride. "in your dreams! i'd rather impress a wall!"
instead of hanging back, you step off your side of the mat and glide straight into his personal space. his wide, azure eyes lock onto yours, tracking your every move as you close the gap until there's nowhere left for him to turn, leaning in close enough for your hair to graze his shoulder before taking a slow inhale right beside his collarbone.
"hmm.. juniper berries... jasmine and cedarwood.. is that... diptyque orphéon?" you murmur thoughtfully, pulling back just an inch to meet his wide, panicked gaze, with a devious smirk playing on your lips. "ohoho! i gotta say... kouyou-san outdid herself! "
"how did you- hey!! w-what the hell are you doing?!" chuuya stammers out, his voice squeaking as he takes a hasty, frantic step backward, practically tripping over his own feet on the mat. he throws his arm up over his neck in a desperate attempt to block you. "are you insane?! get away from me, you weirdo!"
"i'm just curious," you giggle, leaning forward as he continues to back up, clearly enjoying every second of his absolute meltdowns. "even your hair smells good... congrats, you actually got me."
"shut up! shut up!" he yells, his hands clutching the collar of his shirt as his temper tries to protect what's left of his dignity. "i'm not letting you sit here and dissect my cologne! are we gonna spar or are you just gonna sit there critiquing my cologne notes like a snob?!"
"oh, we're sparring," you murmur, stepping back into your stance, "let's see if that tonka bean holds up when I throw you over my shoulder."
"oh yeah? bet!!" chuuya mutters as he lunges forward with a fierce smirk, completely hiding the fluttering heat in his chest, determined to prove he's every bit the man he wants you to see.
♡ summary: megumi meets ino’s sweet, pretty, slightly clueless girlfriend and immediately becomes the worst person alive about it lol
♡ warnings: 18+ only, aged-up characters, pervy!megumi, jealous!megumi, reader is ino’s girlfriend, ditzy/airheaded reader, megumi sexualizing reader, mild objectification, sexual fantasies, possessive thoughts, male masturbation, explicit sexual content, light degradation in fantasy, cum, no actual cheating
♡ word count: ~3k
♡ author’s note: i need Megumi bad. i made this reader personality up for another fic and had to write this. also this was supposed to be a drabble… but somehow it ended up being around 3k words, so I have no idea what happened lol. yuta fic is still coming later this week.
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Megumi has heard enough about Ino’s girlfriend that he’s starting to think Ino might have made her up.
According to Ino, she is beautiful enough to make people stop and stare, sweet enough to apologize when she bumps into a table, and somehow capable of losing her phone while she’s still talking on it.
“She put it in the fridge once,” Ino says.
Panda stares at him. “…Why?”
“She was putting away groceries.”
“That doesn’t explain how she forgot it was in there.”
“She got distracted.”
“In the five seconds between opening the fridge and putting the groceries inside?”
Ino smiles down at his drink like an idiot, the way he always does when your name comes up.
“Yeah… She does stuff like that.”
Megumi assumes Ino is exaggerating.
Mostly because Ino is so embarrassingly in love with you that he can’t be trusted to describe you like a normal person. He wears the ribbon you gave him around his wrist on missions, answers your calls before it can even ring twice, and once lost his entire train of thought during a briefing because you sent him a picture of a cloud that looked a little bit like a rabbit.
So when Ino says you’re coming in from Kyoto for training, Megumi expects someone nice. A little scatterbrained, maybe, and not nearly as amazing as Ino makes you sound.
He does not expect you to be… Well… You.
You walk onto the training field with Ino in a cropped jacket over a pink lace camisole. Your white socks come up to just below your knees, with lace and small pink bows on top.
It’s not a lot of pink… but it’s enough that Megumi notices anyway.
He also notices that your skirt is shorter than the standard uniform. When you lift a hand to wave, your jacket lifts and exposes a strip of bare stomach just above the waistband.
You smile when you see everyone waiting. It’s soft and sweet, and Megumi looks a second longer than he means to.
Then his eyes drop lower to the bare skin above your skirt.
He stares for a second before realizing what he’s doing then quickly looks at Ino instead.
Ino is carrying your bag… of course he is. Idiot.
“Hey, guys,” Ino says, grinning so proudly that Megumi almost rolls his eyes. “This is my girlfriend.”
You lift one hand. “Hi!”
Your voice is soft and sweet… almost as pretty as the rest of you.
Panda leans toward Maki. “Oh,” he murmurs. “I get it now.”
Maki elbows him. You don’t seem to notice… or maybe you do and just don’t care.
You smile and wave at them, but Megumi doubts you’re going to remember all of their names.
“And that’s Panda.”
You look at Panda for a second. “Oh.”
Panda raises his paw. “Hi.”
“You’re actually a panda.”
“Yeah kinda…”
You stare at him again for a second then smile with that soft stupid smile. “You’re so cute!”
Panda immediately stands a little straighter. “Well, thank you. Finally someone sees my good looks.”
Maki rolls her eyes.
Ino keeps going before Panda can keep talking about himself.
“That’s Nobara, Yuji, and—”
“Oh… your hair is pink!”
Yuji touches the top of his head. “…Yeah.”
“That’s so cool,” you say. “I love pink!”
Yuji laughs. “Yeah I can tell.”
“You can?” you say smiling at him like he just discovered some top secret.
“Yeah, seems like your color.” yuji says laughing again.
“Thank you!” you say beaming at him like he just gave you the world's greatest compliment.
Megumi doesn’t know why that exchange bothers him so much. It shouldn’t.
Ino gestures toward him last.
“And that’s Megumi.”
Your eyes move to Megumi’s face and your smile softens.
“Hi.”
Megumi stares at you for half a second too long.
“…Hi.”
Yuji is just being friendly, like always. And you’re Ino’s girlfriend. Ino is standing right next to you with his hand draped over your hip.
Megumi doesn’t like that either.
“Ino said you have dogs, Megumi!” you say happily.
Megumi looks at Ino and he lifts both hands up in surrender. “She really likes animals.”
“They’re shikigami,” Megumi says.
“Oh.” you say in that stupid sweet voice. “Can I pet them?”
“No.”
Your lower lip pushes out into a small pout.
Megumi feels an immediate and irrational impulse to summon both of his dogs. Then gets aggravated that he had the thought.
“They’re not pets,” he adds.
“I know.”
“You just asked to pet them.”
“I pet lots of things that aren’t pets.”
Panda makes a muffled sound into his arm. Maki elbows him again.
Megumi stares at you and you stare back at him, like you didn’t just say that.
Ino bends down to look at your face, with that dopey little smile he always gets when he’s talking to you. “Baby, that sentence sounded weird.”
“It did?”
“Kind of.”
“Oh. Sorry.” you say, blushing immediately.
Your jacket is completely open, and the pink shirt under it is tight enough that Megumi’s eyes move lower before he can stop them. The top is low over your chest and showing enough cleavage that he has to force himself to look somewhere else.
He turns his head so fast his neck hurts.
You are Ino’s girlfriend. You are also, apparently, not very bright.
Neither of those things seem to help the situation.
Then training starts. Everyone splits up. You end up paired with Yuta on one side of the field while Ino spars with Maki.
Megumi should be concentrating on Yuji… but he keeps noticing you.
You drop your sword while talking to Yuta, then stare at it for a second like you don’t understand how it got there. When you bend down to pick it up, your skirt rides up just enough to show the bottom curve of your ass.
Megumi looks over at you and Yuji’s fist hits him in the shoulder.
“Are you okay?” Yuji asks.
“… Yes.”
“You were looking over there.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
Yuji looks over at you. You’re laughing as Yuta tries to show you how to hold the sword without dropping it.
“Oh,” Yuji says.
Megumi’s face flattens. “… What?”
“Nothing.”
“You made a face.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
Yuji’s eyes move from Megumi to you and then back again. Then understanding dawns on his face. “Oh.”
Megumi hits him. Not too hard. Just hard enough to end the conversation.
Later, during a break, you wander over carrying two bottles of water.
“Ino?” you call.
“He went inside with Nanami,” Maki says.
You look down at the bottles. “Oh.”
“Is one for him?” Nobara asks.
“Yeah… but I drank from one of them and now I don’t remember which one.”
Nobara looks at the identical bottles. “So?”
“… What if I give him mine?”
“He’s your boyfriend.”
You stare at her for a second. “Oh. Right.”
Megumi watches from under a tree. You dropped your sword three times during training, almost tripped over Yuta, and now two identical bottles of water had somehow become a problem.
You were an idiot. But annoyingly… you are also really cute.
Megumi looks down at the grass, disgusted with himself. A shadow emerges next to his leg. Divine Dog appears before he even consciously decided to summon it. The black shikigami stretches, then lays next to him.
Your gasp echoes from across the field. “The dog!”
Megumi closes his eyes. You hurry over to him, then stop a few feet away. The shikigami’s ears perk up.
“Can I?” you ask.
Megumi opens his eyes.
You are staring at Divine Dog instead of him, with your hands clasped under your chin. You look ridiculously hopeful.
“No pulling its ears.”
“I would never!”
“No climbing on it.”
“I won’t!”
You kneel down and your skirt rides up higher. His eyes drop to your thighs before he catches himself and snap back to your face.
You hold one hand out cautiously and Divine Dog sniffs your fingers, then pushes its head under your palm.
Your face lights up. “Oh, you’re such a nice doggy!”
Megumi frowns at the shikigami as it pushes closer against your hand. You stroke both hands through the thick fur, laughing softly when it nudges your shoulder.
“Does it have a name?”
“Divine Dog.”
“You should give it a cuter name.”
“No.”
“What about Momo?”
“No.”
“Marshmallow?”
“It’s black.”
“Cocoa?”
Megumi stares at you while you scratch under Divine Dog’s chin.
“What do you think?”
The shikigami leans heavily into you and Megumi feels personally betrayed.
“Don’t encourage her.”
You look up at him and for one brief moment, he thinks about the position you’re currently in.
Kneeling between his legs. With your shirt clinging across your chest and your hair slipping over one shoulder and your lips parted slightly.
A vivid image enters his mind. You in the same position somewhere else. Looking up at him with those wide, trusting eyes. Saying his name in that sweet voice. He immediately snaps back to reality and stands up quickly.
You blink up at him. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
Divine Dog dissolves back into the shadows.
Your hands fall into your lap. “Oh.” you say quietly. The disappointment on your face makes him want to summon it again.
Megumi shoves both of his hands into his pockets. “Ino’s back.”
You turn around and see Ino walking back towards you.
Your entire face brightens. “Kuma!”
You stand up and walk over to him. Ino smiles before you get to him, his arms already opening to hug you. You fit yourself perfectly against his chest and he kisses the top of your head.
Megumi looks away. The ugly twist in his stomach has no right to exist. He doesn’t want someone else’s girlfriend.
Especially not Ino’s. Especially not a woman who wanted to name a demon dog Marshmallow.
By the time training is over, Megumi convinces himself it’s just temporary.
You’re beautiful. That’s it. His body noticed. His mind followed. He’ll stop thinking about it as soon as you leave.
You wave at the group while standing next to Ino’s car. “It was really nice meeting you guys!”
Yuji waves back happily. Nobara yells for you to visit again some time. Panda shouts something about double dates with Maki and Yuta. And Maki elbows him again.
You look at Megumi again. “Bye, Megumi!”
He gives you a small wave because everyone is watching him and you give him that annoying sweet smile again.
The car door closes behind you and Megumi watches until you disappear. Then he goes to his room and spends almost an hour pretending to read.
It doesn’t work. Every time he looks at the page, he sees pink. The narrow strip of skin above your skirt. The lace around your socks. Your hands disappearing into Divine Dog’s fur. Your cleavage showing when you leaned forward.
Megumi closes the book, gets up and walks to the bathroom. He splashes cold water over his face, but it does nothing.
He goes back to bed and lies flat on his back, staring at the ceiling.
You are Ino’s girlfriend. He repeats it to himself twice.
It just makes the images in his head worse. Because now Ino appears in them too. And then Ino fades from them completely. And he’s replaced by Megumi.
He sees you waiting in that pink outfit. Not for Ino, but for him. Calling his name instead of Kuma. Looking up from between Megumi’s legs with that soft expression. Asking him what he wants because you trust him to decide.
His hand moves under the waistband of his sweatpants.
He stops and closes his eyes. “What the fuck am I doing?” he grumbles.
He should get up. Take another shower. Go train until he’s too tired to think.
Instead, his fingers close around himself. He’s already hard, and heat pulses through his cock the moment his hand wraps around it.
The first slow stroke pulls a rough breath from his lungs. His hips lift involuntarily off the mattress, seeking more friction, more pressure.
He imagines your honey sweet voice saying his name.
Not Ino's. His.
Megumi.
He's thick and aching in his fist. Pre cum beading at the tip and he spreads it with his thumb, pulling a soft whimper from him.
The fantasy gets more detailed.
You sitting on the edge of his bed, your skirt bunched up around your waist. Confused by the intensity of the way he looks at you, but not scared.
You would probably ask him with a tilt of your head if you did something wrong. He would just tell you to come closer.
And of course you would.
So trusting and sweet. So eager to please him that he’d have to grit his teeth with the need to ruin that sweet innocence.
Megumi's grip tightens, his palm sliding from base to tip in a steady rhythm. His cock throbs in his hand, swollen and sensitive. He can feel the pleasure building up in his stomach.
His hips buck into his fist, fucking into the tight circle of his fingers with shallow thrusts.
He imagines sliding his hand under your shirt, and feeling the warmth of your bare waist. The startled little sound you would make when his palm moved higher to knead those perfect tits.
You would say his name again, breathily now. And he would tell you to stop thinking about Ino. You would blink up at him in confusion.
Who?
Megumi groans and presses his forearm over his eyes, his other hand working faster over his length. His cock is slick now, pre-cum making obscene wet sounds with each stroke. His thighs tense, and his muscles going tight.
His hand moves faster, twisting slightly at the tip the way that makes pleasure spike up his spine.
He pictures you under him, all pink lace and soft thighs. Your legs wrapping around his waist. Your voice losing that sunny sweet tone and breaking into small, desperate sounds every time he thrust deeper into your sweet pussy.
He would be quieter than Ino and more controlled. He would keep one hand under your jaw, forcing those wide eyes to stay on him while he showed you exactly how much better he could make you feel.
He would make you scream his name over and over until there was nothing else in that pretty, empty head.
The thought is vicious and jealous. Completely unlike him. But it pushes him closer anyway.
His breathing turns ragged and his chest heaves. Sweat beads at his hairline. His cock pulses in his grip, so hard it almost hurts.
Megumi imagines your body arching under his, your shirt shoved up above your chest so he could suck and bite on your beautiful tits, your skirt bunched up around your waist because he was too impatient to take it off.
You would cling to him and whine when he slowed down. Maybe even pout. That stupid little pout that had almost made him hand over both Divine Dogs and apologize for not doing it sooner.
His breathing turns rough, coming in harsh pants now. His abs tighten with each hard thrust into his fist.
In his mind, you tell him you want him. Not because he’s kind, or because he’s easy to love. But because he looks at you like he knows exactly what to do with you. Oh and he does know exactly what to do with you.
Because he wouldn’t indulge every scattered thought you had. He’d tell you when you were being ridiculous.
You would smile anyway. Then say something so stupid and sweet that it would make him cave anyways.
His hand moves faster.
He imagines your legs around his waist and your voice breaking around his name. Your fingers digging into his shoulders while he fucks you deeper and deeper, your sweet expression finally falling apart under him.
Not Ino. Him.
The thought sends him over the edge.
“Fuuuuuuuck—”
He comes hard across his stomach, biting back the rest of the sound, as his hips buck through it, milking every last drop.
He doesn’t move for a minute. Then the fantasy disappears, leaving him alone in his room with his hand still wrapped around himself. And the realization that he has just gotten himself off imagining fucking another man’s sweet, oblivious girlfriend in his own bed.
Megumi stares at the ceiling.
“What the fuck?”
His phone vibrates on the bedside table. He almost ignores it, but then it vibrates again.
He reaches over, expecting Yuji or Nobara. An unfamiliar number is on the screen. He opens the message.
hi megumi!! this is ino’s girlfriend :)
A second message.
thanks for letting me pet your dogs earlier. they were sooooo nice! :p
Megumi stares at his phone and his body gets hot all over again. Three dots appear as you type another message.
especially cocoa but ino says that isnt his name :( can i pet him again next time?
Megumi reads it twice, then a third time. He should just delete the conversation. He should tell Ino to explain appropriate boundaries to his girlfriend. He should block the number and spend the next month volunteering for missions outside of Tokyo.
But… he taps to add a new contact.
He types your name. Then after a second, he adds a pink heart. And immediately stares at it in horror and deletes the heart.
He saves the number anyway and lowers the phone to his chest. The screen vibrates again. He glances at it.
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lil drabble based off of my oc x dazai ((same lore as up against the wall)) but again converted to readerxdazai for you guys to enjoy too ♡ against your better judgment, you were losing your virginity to osamu dazai and he was… exactly who you’d always known him to be, even in what should've been his most intimate moment… ₊⊹
You weren’t naive enough to believe that you were his first. Not even his second or third. Not with his confidence and the way he had so easily guided you down to the bed. Not with his quiet instructions and reminders for you to breathe as he pushed into you.
You knew there had to have been others before you. Whether it was out of boredom or ulterior motives or both. You could see it in his eyes, the precision. The calculated thoughts behind each movement as if he was reciting an intricate but familiar dance.
Your breath hitched, pupils dilating when they met his, hoping that you looked even half as natural as he did while still following his lead.
“Relax,” His voice was painfully soft against the nape of your neck, his body picking up on all the things you were too afraid to say out loud. “You want this, right?”
There it was again— that burning feeling in your chest at how accustomed he seemed to this. How easy it seemed to be for him to keep his composure while yours was so obviously crumbling.
“I want this.” You whispered, letting your head fall to the side as he slid in deeper. “I just—”
Your fingertips glided over his skin, lazy patterns drawn on bandaged arms. An admission of your own insecurities at the worst possible time sitting heavy on the tip of your tongue.
He hovered above you steadily, messy brown hair grazing your forehead as his thumb traced along your jawline and brought your eyes back to his. Thighs still firmly locked with yours. “Are you honestly about to pick a fight with me while I’m in the middle of taking your virginity?”
His tone was infuriating— more amused than concerned as he continued to test the waters, pushing into you just enough to coax another whimper out of you.
“Answer the question.” He pressed, his voice somehow even despite the way his own breathing was starting to shift into something heavier. “Because it certainly doesn’t feel like you want me to stop.”
You hated the way your hips tilted up towards him. Hated even more that you weren’t sure if it was a normal reaction or not. Hated even, even more that he probably did know if it was normal or not because he’d probably done this so many times with so many other girls.
“I—“ You were dizzy, embarrassed by the noises he was drawing out of you so easily and absolutely mortified at the way your voice had been reduced down to this breathy, broken plea. “I want to be the only one.” You finally managed, nails suddenly lodging into his shoulder as his thrusts became meaner. “It’s not… fair…” but you couldn’t finish your thought if you tried. Not with how deep he was and definitely not with how clinically he was now looking at you.
“Ohhhh, I see...” He hummed, teeth dragging across your collarbone with that same sick sense of amusement laced into his words. “You’re mad that you’re not my first too, is that it?”
You didn’t have to answer for him to know. Didn’t have to say a fucking thing for him to see right through you like the ghost that you were.
The smirk that cut across his face was lethal as he pulled back to face you. “Tell me, what difference would that make right now, hm? I’m already here. Already inside of you.” It was awful, the way your walls only hugged him tighter the more he taunted you. “Would the idea of this being an equal exchange make it any more real?”
He had you cornered from every angle— physically, conversationally, emotionally, spiritually. He was everywhere, just like he always was.
“It is just you.” He finally admitted, thrusting into you so devastatingly slow and deep, it nearly broke both of you. “It’s always you. Even when I don’t want it to be. Even when it’s— fuck,” he hissed, his movements growing more feverish as his tone dipped into an equal blend of irritation and honesty. “Even when it’s inconvenient and illogical and it gets in my way on a daily fucking basis, it’s still just you.”
He was on borrowed time between how snug you were holding him and how submissively you were staring back up at him, like he was capable of giving you everything you could ever want with one shallow confession.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” he rasped, taking your hand into his and placing it above your head before sinking into you fully, “now, shut up and let me feel you fall apart for me.”
Waitttt omfg I had a idea!! Stepbros itoshi(yes rin and sae) manipulating innocentf!reader into having sex with them🙏🙏
this has been sitting in my inbox since 2023 omg...
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon (they drink together but all consensual!), vaginal penetration, oral sex (f!receiving), stepcest, naive reader, creampie, squirting. (lmk if I missed any)!
words: 1k
“We’re doing this for you, remember?” Sae reminds you, tugging at the ribbed material of your white crop top. It’s low cut, you jolt as you feel him pull and pull and pull. “You aren’t shy now, are you? It’s already quite revealing… don’t be a tease.” he gently glides the pads of his fingers atop your breasts until he goes back to tugging at your clothes.
They’re doing this for you.
You didn’t ask them to, but you’re letting them anyway.
You didn’t expect telling them you’ve never been kissed before would lead you to this. In fact, you hadn’t expected it to lead you anywhere in particular. It was an off the cuff remark after Sae suggested playing a drinking game. Those all lead down the same road, sex. You’re inexperienced, so you thought you’d tell them the truth.
It would be a boring game for you, you wouldn’t get drunk. It wouldn’t be worth playing.
You’re shy, always have been. And worse, you’re a people pleaser. So, when they suggested helping you practice, you tensed up.
“Don’t be such a prude, princess. We’ll just show you how to kiss.”
Rin’s words felt like a bullet, but you weren’t prepared to refuse. They looked so encouraging when they suggested it, like they really wanted to help you. And, of course, you appreciate it. They didn’t have to be so kind!
You’ve been sitting in the middle of them since, as they took turns kissing you. Sae’s softer but more commanding, while Rin is more purposeful and eager. They’re both nice. It’s a little intoxicating, and maybe that’s why you aren’t objecting to them taking things further.
“She’s getting better, isn’t she, Rin?” Sae talks as if you aren’t there. Rin’s breath fans against your neck. Rin doesn’t answer, but takes control once more as he presses his finger into your jaw until you’re facing him again. His lips slot against yours, tantalising you with a gentle massage of his tongue. “You know… I’m actually proud of you for not turning into a little slut when you left for college.” Sae says gently, nibbling at your ear.
“You’d never do that, would you, princess?” Rin mumbles against your lips. “You’re a good girl.”
“Such a good girl.” Sae reiterates.
Rin smirks, biting your lower lip gently as he pulls away to look in your eyes. His pretty lashes make your heart flutter, even though the look in his eyes has darkened.
“You know we’d have to kill any guy that tried to touch our sweet little sister.” he tells you. You swallow thickly at that, barely having time to process it before you’re being made to face Sae again.
“But it’s okay for us to touch you, alright?” he tells you, giving you a quick kiss before standing. You nod as he looks down at you, his stare icier than even Rin’s.
He watches you, he watches as you refuse to protest as Rin’s hands dip under your skirt and pull down your panties. You wriggle a little, attempting to keep your legs together, but a gentle palm with slight force pushes them apart. Your virgin slot on full display for your elder brothers.
You gulp, nervously, whole body heating up as two sets of teal eyes stare at your core.
You couldn’t have predicted your first time being like this. You couldn’t have known your first time would be with two people rather than one. And with your step brother’s at that.
They were gentle with you, but you couldn’t help feeling embarrassment at the encounter. They took turns moving you between them, each gently dipping their cocks into your soaking pussy. You took so long to prep and still your walls stung as they pressed into you. It’s eased, now, but it’s still hard to believe you’re managing to take them. Rin, unsurprisingly, is longer. While your eldest brother is thicker. Each of them offer their own unique concoction of pain and pleasure and all you can do is lie there and take it.
You whimper through moans as Sae spreads your cunt open and rolls his hips beautifully to hit you at the perfect angle, Rin kissing you still as he rubs your clit in a bid to relax you. While Rin fucks you deep, his cock reaches new depths as he hits every square inch of your cunt oh-so divinely. Sae sucks your tits while Rin rails you and you can’t help but scream.
“Shut up.” Rin warns you, covering the lower half of your face with his whole hand. “Do you want your neighbours to hear you getting fucked by your brothers?”
“Maybe they should,” Sae smirks, watching your tits jiggle with each thrust from Rin. “You sound adorable when you moan, sweet girl. If your neighbours hear they’ll know only we can touch you like this.”
You’re barely processing what they’re saying as your orgasm creeps up on you. Your eyes glossy with tears as it feels more intense than it ever has in any of your solo sessions. Sae watches as you try to squirm, Rin pins you down by your hip while Sae does the same on your chest.
All you can do is take it.
As you feel Rin flood your pussy with his warmth, you’re screaming again as your own climax hits you like a brick. Your pussy gushes and waterfalls powerfully, pushing Rin’s cock out of your plush cunt while the brothers can do naught but drink in the sight.
“How embarrassing,” Sae smirks. “You just sprayed yourself, doll. Was that your first time? Made such a big mess for us.”
“Ignore him,” Rin tells you, watching on as Sae grabs your thighs and pulls towards him, burying his face between your thighs as he cleans your mess. “Did you have fun? Did you learn a lot?” he asks.
“Y-Yeah…” you answer sheepishly with a nod, body jolting and twitching of rhythm as you come down from your release and Sae continues to devour you.
“I’m glad,” Rin smiles, though it seems insincere. “Remember, you aren’t allowed to do this with anyone else.”
You nod, agreeing, unsure if you’d even want to do it with anyone else after that. Soft moans escape you as Sae starts to slow, lazily licking his tongue over your overstimulated clit before pulling away. He kisses your clit gently and then peppers your inner thighs with the same.
“We’ve still got the whole weekend together, pretty girl. Gonna turn you into a fucking pro before we leave.”
The reason I think he'd be an incredible tattoo artist is because he genuinely appreciates craftsmanship. Canonically, he has an eye for quality, whether it's wine, clothing or art. He notices the details other people overlook and he refuses to settle for anything mediocre.
He's also incredibly disciplined, meticulous and patient. Tattooing demands steady hands precision and intense focus for hours at a time and Chuuya has all of that in spades. He doesn't do anything halfway too, if he's putting his name on a piece, it's going to be the best work he can produce.
He's also someone who's intimately familiar with pain, so he'd know exactly how to reassure nervous clients.
"You can squeeze the chair if you need to... just don't move." "Need a break?' "We've got another twenty minutes. You're doing fine."
♯ can’t stop thinking about bestfriend!megumi recording you riding a dildo because the two of you want to earn some extra cash, and he insisted this would be the quickest way to save up for that brand new pc you'd both been eyeing. you trust him, and besides, who are you to refuse your horny best friend? (twt link at the end!)
the lighting in megumi’s bedroom was dim, save for the harsh glow of his phone screen and a couple of desk lamps that cast long, flickering shadows across the floor. you were stripped bare, save for a pair of black nylon thigh highs that hugged your legs, digging slightly into your skin. you felt exposed, the cool air of the room hitting your damp skin as you straddled the thick, silicone dildo propped up on the carpet.
you were on your knees, leaning forward with your palms pressed flat against the floor for support. your back arched, creating a tempting curve that highlighted the contrast of the thigh highs against your skin and your cunt began to stretch wide as you slowly lowered your weight onto it.
megumi, on the other hand, sat just a few feet away, leaning back on his elbows, holding his phone steady to capture every angle of your vulnerability. he looked completely unfazed, though his dark eyes were tracking every twitch of your muscles. his dark, spikey hair fell over his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze and leaving half of his face veiled in shadow. it gave him an air of detached mystery, though the way he held his phone, steady and focused, showed he was paying very close attention to every detail.
"you’re hesitating," megumi remarked, his voice cool and flat. he shifted his position, the phone camera zooming in on the point where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "you know, if we're doing this for the money, you can't look like you're scared of it. you have to look like you’re enjoying it.”
"i’m not— i'm just.." you whimpered, your voice trailing off as you began to lift and drop your hips. the friction was intense, the girth of the toy hitting that soft spot with every downward thrust.
"just what? flustered?" he let out a small, petty huff of a laugh. "it’s just a piece of plastic, but you're reacting like it's the real thing. if you can't even handle this, how the fuck are you going to take my dick?"
your face flushed a deep crimson, the heat radiating from your cheeks down to your chest. you let out a flustered whine, shifting your hips to settle deeper onto the toy. "shut up, gumi! don't say stuff like that," you whimpered, though you didn't stop moving.
"why not? it's just a question," he muttered, adjusting the camera to get a closer shot of where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "put some effort into it. move your hips more."
"besides, im tryna give you motivation. now, lean forward more. arch your back. i wanna to see more of your ass while you ride it."
you groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. you began to bounce, the rhythmic slapslapslap of your thighs hitting the base of the toy filling the quiet room. you focused on the sensation, the way the dildo filled you completely, stretching you wide.
suddenly, you felt a large, warm hand wrap around your hip, pulling you firmly against him. you jumped, a small shriek escaping your lips as megumi reached out. he didn't stop recording with one hand, but with the other, he began to grope your ass, his fingers kneading your soft cheeks with a possessive grip.
"megumi!" you gasped, your rhythm faltering.
"stay focused," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. smack! he delivered a sharp, stinging slap to your right ass cheek, the sound echoing in the room.
the sting sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit. you let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, your hips picking up speed. you started riding the dildo frantically, your tits bouncing with every downward thrust.
"thaaat’s it," megumi whispered, his eyes narrowing a little as he watched your pussy grip the toy. he slapped your other cheek, harder this time, leaving a faint red mark. "look at you. so desperate for a little bit of attention. you look like a total slut for the camera."
"i— i'm not— mmmh! shit!" you were losing it, the combination of the stretching fullness and megumi’s touch pushing you over the edge.
as the orgasm hit, your internal muscles clamped down hard on the silicone. your body shuddered violently, and you let out a loud, broken cry, your voice echoing through the room.
"megumi— oh god, megumi!"
you collapsed onto your elbows, panting heavily, your pussy glistening and open, leaking clear fluids onto the floor. you stayed there for a moment, panting, your chest heaving as the aftershocks of the climax rolled through you. slowly, with a wet, suctioning sound, you slid off the dildo, your pussy glistening and open.
megumi didn't put the phone away, though. instead, he crawled forward, bringing the camera inches away from your dripping cunt, capturing the way your folds twitched and leaked.
"fuuuuck.. that's so hot," he breathed, his voice raspy. he looked up from the screen, the shadows of his hair still dancing across his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze was unmistakable. he didn't move to help you up, instead, he shifted his weight, the heavy bulge in his sweatpants brushing against your hip, reminding you exactly how hard he was.
"you look like a complete mess," he murmured, though his voice lacked any real judgment. it sounded more like a compliment. "absolutely drenched."
“yeah, well, i wonder why.. this better earn us quite the money, fushiguro.”
megumi let out a low, humming sound in his throat. "well, i don't think i can just sell this video. i might have to keep a copy for myself. now.. i think it's time i get what i want."
“you’re so greedy,” you giggled.
how he had you later that night.
i need a bf that cosplays so bad. ANYWAYS!! more bestfriend!megumi because WE #wantdat
i want to let you know that every once in a while i reread your akigumi x reader fic and its one of my absolute favorites on this app. literally such a perfect crossover i would give you my firstborn for it, it should be preserved in a museum. i love you truly
PLEASE 😭🩵
Messages like this are why I’ll never leave this app tbh, I love YOU!! 🫵🏻
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You pull into the drive-thru, rolling down your window and saying "Heyyy!" into the speaker, while honking your horn.
The speaker crackles as Megumi deadpans, "12.78,"
You blink in surprise, "Wait a minute. I didn't even order yet, big bro—"
Megumi repeats, through gritted teeth, "12.78, pull to the window."
"Well, can I get a Double Quarter Pounder with—"
"YES, YES! A DOUBLE QUARTER POUNDER, 20 PIECE CHICKEN NUGGETS, PLUS AN OREO MCFLURRY WITH LARGE FRIES ON THE SIDE, WHY ARE YOU PLAYING WITH ME, Y/N L/N?" The speakers crack with the sheer rage coming out of Megumi's mouth.
You fidget with your hands, "How did you know it was me?"
"You're the only fastass that comes into my drive-thru saying 'HEYYY', in that annoying ass voice, at 3 am! NOW PULL TO THE WINDOW!"
You sink into your seat and mutter, "Well... I... um. Can I get a milk?
"YOU DON'T DRINK MILK!"
"Welcome to McDonald's, what can I get you?" Megumi says in a monotone voice as you and Yuji peer at the menu in the store.
"Hm..." Yuji looks deep in thought.
You snort like a nerd and push up your nonexistance glasses, "Well then, can I get 3 cheeseburgers with no cheese?"
Megumi gives you a mortified stare and Yuji perks up, "Oh yeah! Can I get a burger with no beef, bun, cheese, or sauce? But I want extra pickles."
"You—What—I—"
Nobara magically appears behind you, resting her head on your shoulder as she peers up at the menu, "I want 2 Big Macs, two apple pies, a Sprite, a McDouble, a McChicken with hot sauce, a hash brown, 4 nuggets, a parfait, a McCafe latte, everything on the dollar menu, and a burger with jalapenos. Thank you~!"
You pout, "The hash browns aren't even that good. You like those?"
Megumi takes a deep breath and his knees buckle as he collapses face down on the floor.
"Welcome to McDonald's, what can I get you?"
Megumi was seriously considering quitting his job.
"Erm, can I get an, uh..." You dragged out the 'uh' as you stared at the menu. Megumi grimaced in second hand embarassment then rubbed his temples in exasperation.
"Uhhhhh...."
Megumi impatiently tapped his food on the ground.
"Uhhhhhhhhh...."
Megumi grit his teeth.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."
Megumi was losing his patience.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"
"If you don't know what you want to order, then get the fuck out of my line," Megumi grumbles while you pout. The people behind you chime in with their own whining.
"Hurry up!"
"We don't have all day!"
"Tick, tock, buddy!"
"My daughter wants her food!"
"I want the skidibi toilet toy, wahhh!"
You blink slowly, "Um... well... uh....."
"HURRY UP!" Megumi snaps.
"Fine, fine! Can I get a... happy meal? But without the food. The skidibi toilet toy sounds nice."
Megumi loses his composure entirely and pulls your collar from across the counter, "If you don't stop bullshitting with me and tell me an actual order, I am going to dump a ton of hot grease over your head and watch it melt your skin off until you look like a chopped version of Todoroki."
You thought it’d be funny to try that “calling your bf your friend” trend you saw on tiktok on Satoru, just to see how his hopelessly in love ass would react.
Pressing the record button on your phone, Satoru stands just slightly behind you, his arm wrapped around your neck. He’s grinning into the phone, putting up a peace sign as if to say hello.
“Hi guys! Today I’m here with my friend Satoru,” he freezes against you instantly, his arm going firm where you can feel it against your neck. “We’re gonna try some new pastries…”
You keep talking into the camera, but you can see him through the screen, he’s glancing at you through the phone as well as craning his neck to look at you.
“Want to try it first?” You turn to him, holding the whipped cream stuffed bread out to him. He makes eye contact with you, his piercing blue eyes unwavering from your gaze.
“What was that?” He murmurs, his gaze hardening. You can see his jaw clench when you ask what he’s talking about. The video long forgotten.
“No,” he reaches out for your phone, not breaking eye contact as he sets it down, not caring enough to stop the recording. “We’re not doing this.”
You step back, his arm still wrapped at your neck curls in, pulling you up against his chest. He slides his other hand down to your waist, holding it firm.
Satoru’s eye twitches with anger, his jaw still tense as he speaks again. “Friend? Hm?” He brings his hand up to your cheek, cupping the side of your face as he leans in close.
He places a kiss against your lips, it's slow and tender, but you can feel the heat and passion behind it. He pulls back, just far enough he can speak freely.
“I am,” he leans in again, pulling back just as quick as he leaned in. “Not your fucking friend.” He mumbles against your lips in between kisses.
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“Is this what friends do, hmm?” Satoru growls into your ear, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. His large hand resting your the small of your back as he fucks into you with insane force.
You frantically shake your head, your tears wetting the satin of the bed sheets. “N..No!”
He rolls his head back on his shoulders, his Adam's apple bobbing as he suppresses a groan. “Tell me,” with a rough snap of his hips you're pushed higher up on the bed. “Who fucks you like this?”
A whine escapes your throat as he bites down on your shoulder, his pace quickens from your lack of an answer. “You! Fuck.. You, Toru!”
His large hands wrap around your stomach, his chest flush against your back as he pulls you back on him until you're on your knees. He’s still inside, in fact you’re taking him to the hilt.
“Good girl,” he hissed, his lips trailing the back of your neck as his hips twitched into yours. Your head falls back against his shoulder, a clear view of his glistening face, and that shit eating grin he’s got.
You barely have time to react before his hips snap again, fucking into you at a rapid pace. Still making eye contact with you, his hands slide up to your breasts.
His fingers playing with your nipple as he dips his head down to lick your other, the contrast of the cool air and his hot tongue are enough to make you cum right then and there.
“M’gonna- fuck,” you interrupt yourself, his free hand trails down to your clit. The pads of his fingers circling your clit as he pumbles into is too overstimulating.
“Cum for me,” he whispers against your breast, nipping at your perky nipples. Satoru seems put together, as if he’s not even close, but you feel the way his hips start stuttering, his legs shaking against your thighs. “Cum for your ‘friend’”
With one last thrust you come undone, the knot in your stomach breaking as you fall back into him. His body trembles beneath yours, hips staggering as he cums inside you.
The feeling of his thick, warm cum filling you up makes you fold over. Your head hitting the pillow as he falls with you, chest pressed against your back.
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When you fix yourselves up and go back to the kitchen, you notice your phone’s still been recording. The timer just hitting 2:30:00.
You sit down on the couch beside Satoru and play the video back, both laughing at how upset he was. Then you skip to sometime later in the two hours it recorded.
…
“I’m cutting that out, oh my god.” You flush, hiding your face in your hands. Satoru stole your phone from your hands, pressing play.
Loud moans from both your ends cut the silence and he laughed, sending the video to himself immediately.
“No, keep it in,” he pulled your hands away from your face. “Let em know I’m not your friend.”
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