cw: aged up megumi, au, car sex, megumi fushiguro x fem reader, unprotected sex 18+ minors dni

you loved to tease megumi whenever you had the chance. and he was never one to turn you down when you did. it didn’t matter where you were, he would find a way.

it was late at night and you were making a run to the grocery store. you both worked late shifts and it had been a very long day. you glanced over at megumi, who also looked very tired. his hair messy and his hands rotated around the steering wheel as he found a place to park.

you lean over the center console and he smiles as he puts the car in park, leaning in towards you and giving you what he thought was a quick kiss. you sneakily slip your tongue inside his mouth.

what was that for?

after the kiss breaks he scoffs “you snuck that out of nowhere”

all he could see was the smug look on your face.

“i just wanted to see your reaction if i did” you ruffle his hair.

he glares “we need to wait a minute now”

oh?

you glance down at his pants, the outline of his hardening length twitching against the fabric.

“mmm” you hum, reaching down and tracing a finger over his arousal. he twitches slightly, his hand quickly grabbing your wrist.

“don’t” he breathes.

you bite your lip. his dark blue eyes heavy as he looks at you.

“get in back” you demand, reaching for the car key and turning the engine off.

now, you had an suv with tinted windows so you weren’t exactly worried about getting caught, unless you were being too loud. you could always just wait until you got home, but it was a long ass day. and you didn’t want to wait.

you both exit the car and get into the back seat, shutting the doors as you climb in. megumi sits in the middle seat, his legs parted to make more room.

you tug down your pants and panties, letting them fall to your thighs and he does the same, just enough to free himself. you gasp as his finger finds your slick, sliding back and forth before inserting and curling up into that spot. you reach for the drivers seat and passengers seat head, gripping onto them both for support as you hover your ass over megumi.

his finger pumps in and out faster, you can hear the sound of your slick. your walls clench around his fingers as he inserts another one, stretching you.

“fuck” you moan, throwing your head back onto his chest. you almost sit down on his lap, but not fully. hinting at him to just put it in.

he lets out a groan, pulling his slender fingers out of your cunt, and shoving them into your mouth. you let out a sound of approval and swirl your tongue around his fingers. when he pulls them out of your mouth, he takes his pale pink cock in his hand, pumping twice before pressing it into your slick, up and down between the folds.

nice and slow. you can hear the sounds as he teases you. your hands grip the seats in front of you harder.

“just put it in already” you beg.

he lifts his hips, and presses his thick cock inside you. you let out a gasp as you sit down, taking him all the way inside.

“fuck” he breathes. his hips twitch as he begins to rock into you, gripping your hips as he guides you up and down.

“just like that” you cry out, walls tightening around his cock as he pounds into you fast. your legs shake and your feet hurt as you try and hold them onto the ground as you ride him.

he kisses your neck, and his fingers grip your ass, leaving nail marks. he grunts as his movements get sloppier and he fucks up into you harder. your walls pulsate in waves of pleasure.

so so close. “fuck meg right there” you pant. he knows you’re close, he’s close too. you can feel it in the way his cock twitches inside you every time it hits that one spot.

your face scrunches up as your walls tighten and you let out a whine. your abdomen tenses as you feel yourself squirt, the liquid dripping down his length and down his balls. such a mess.

he lets out a moan. “good girl” he hisses as he chases his own release. he reaches for your clit, flicking over it which causes your walls to tighten again.

you feel him release inside you and you both let out a sigh.

you, although confused because you weren’t used to the attention. you let them even though you could tell that it was a game. you liked it.

mikasa was always in the lead, grabbing your wrist and pulling you in the closet during passing periods and making out with you. she was always better at winning.

eren was always next in line. always telling classmates to move so that he could sit right next to you. brushing his leg against yours under the table. resting his hand on your thigh.

eren and mikasa would always tease armin about how he’s too slow, and that he was going to lose his chance with you if he didn’t man the fuck up. he wasn’t as brave as them and he knew it. all he could do was stare at you and imagine how good it would feel if he ever got the chance to have you naked.

he would try and one up his friends by saying,

“today she let me borrow her notes”

or “today i helped her pick her books up off the floor”

and they would always just laugh at him. it was cute how the smallest things armin would count as a win.

unfortunately, for eren and mikasa

armin was the one you wanted most. you would do anything to get him to say a word to you. you would think about how it would feel making out with him instead of mikasa, or feeling his touch instead of eren.

he lets you distract him, with your lips wrapped around his pretty cock. it feels too good for him to even think about pushing you away. even when he loses a match and his friends get frustrated at him.

gamer boyfriend armin loves the challenge of seeing just how good he is at multitasking. when he’s in the middle of defeating an opponent, and his fingers are rubbing smooth circles over your clit. when he guides his fingers down, and feels just how wet you are; his blue eyes widen in shock and he tosses off his headset.

now, you needed his full attention.

pairings: reader x choso

warnings: 18+, pure smut, spit play, penis in vagina sex, creampie, fingering, squirting, oral sex, couch sex

you’ve had a rough week with work and your mental health and you were dying to get high. choso is your dealer, but he’s also your friend. recommended to you by suguru and satoru back when you started your new job. you’re constantly tense and you needed to loosen up sometimes. getting high helped with that. who knew your friends were such stoners? you pick up your phone, giving choso a call. three rings. is he gonna answer? finally you hear a muffled sound and then a rough voice

“hey”

your heart does somersaults. you couldn’t lie, suguru and satoru maybe also recommended choso because they knew he’s your type. yeah, he’s hot. you’d do anything just to have an excuse to spend time with choso alone. you wanted him. bad. but, he always seemed super nonchalant. or, maybe he’s just autistic and he has a hard time showing how he feels? it was easy to misinterpret him. but you knew, at least you hoped, that he enjoyed hanging out with you. you were friends after all.

“hey-“ you start. “i need to get high” you sigh.

“alright, just give me like. twenty minutes. and then you can stop by” he responds.

you roll off your bed, making your way to your closet. you were acting like it was a date, even though you were just gonna see him. can’t help it. you like the guy. you pull out your favorite pair of jeans and a black tank. you make your way into your bathroom and brush your hair, and put a bit of makeup on. you spray a bit of perfume. you put your docs on and grab your keys. locking the door, you make your way downstairs. you start up your motorcycle and enjoy the ride to choso’s. it never got old riding through the city like this. when you pull up you park your bike, removing your helmet. you rush upstairs, knocking on the cold metal door.

choso opens the door and waves

“hey”.

“hey” you respond, moving past him. you set your helmet down on his chair. the apartment was smoky, choso was already high. you slump down on the worn in couch. he’s had this thing for years.

“roll me a blunt” you demand.

he scoffs a little “is that a question or a demand?”

you kick your feet up. your eyes roam over his form as he grabs everything and begins to roll. his hair was down, and he wore all black like always. his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on rolling, his eyebrow piercing shining under the dim light. as he went to seal the blunt his tongue darted out, silver jewelry hitting the blunt. that’s new.

“when did you get your tongue pierced?” you raise your eyebrows.

“a few days ago” he responds, holding the blunt out to you.

you can’t even count how many times you’ve came to his place and fantasized about fucking him. you always dropped hints but either he wasn’t interested, or he was just too dense to get it. your fingers brushed his as you reached for the blunt. “light?” you ask, holding it up in between your lips. he reaches for the lighter on the table and leans in, lighting the blunt for you. his eyes heavy and red. you inhale and close your eyes, leaning back against the couch. “ahh” you exclaim. finally. you exhale. it’s silent for a while as you just smoke. your eyes peek open as you glance at him, he’s just sitting there watching you. he never knows what to say.

“you’re too quiet” you huff.

he shifts a little in his seat, avoiding eye contact.

“can i ask you something?” you question as you lean in towards the table, putting the blunt out in the ash tray.

he hums in agreement.

“you asexual?” you ask. “i mean- it’s totally okay if you are. just wondering” you add. your voice is soft.

“no, i’m not” he responds.

oh. well he hasn’t made a move on you. maybe he just doesn’t think you’re attractive. or maybe he just isn’t a manwhore.

you tap your finger on your knee impatiently.

“you know i’m interested in you” you admit.

he sits up straighter, his eyes filled with curiosity. oh, he really is dense. he didn’t know?

“really?” he questions.

you laugh. “i’ve been dropping all these hints since the first time i met you” you say, feeling slightly irritated.

“i-i didn’t-“ he stutters, “i’m not used to girls being into me” he admits.

silence.

“doesn’t mean i’m not into them” he adds.

“okay, so what’s your type?” you push.

“someone who knows what she wants” he responds. “i need someone who can be blunt”

of course he does. it’s hard for him to understand otherwise.

“sounds like someone i know” you grin.

you stand up, moving closer to him. his purple eyes fixed on you.

you sit down on the ground in front of him, on your knees. “choso, how many times do i have to say it for you to finally get it” you pout.

he reaches for your face, his hand gripping your chin. this was the first time he’s ever touched you.

“what do you want?” he questions. eyes never leaving yours.

god he’s so frustrating. “i want you”

you’re both super high, but you can feel the shift in the air. it felt tense.

is he feeling tense for you?

“get up” he demands.

you stand up, legs weak. he made his way over to the couch, spreading his legs as he sat down. “come here” he says nonchalantly.

you do as he tells. you sit down beside him.

“no” he says. “not like that” he reaches for you, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging you down, guiding you so that you’re laying over his lap face down. he rests his hand on your ass. you twitch a little.

god damn it. you wish you weren’t wearing any pants. he traces circles over your ass, and squeezes. you let out a soft moan.

can’t believe this is finally happening. you hear him let out a satisfied grunt, you can feel him getting hard underneath you.

fuck fuck fuck.

he slowly brings his hand in between your legs and rubs. the friction of your jeans is uncomfortable. but you can feel yourself getting slick inside your panties.

“choso” you breathe.

“please take them off” you whine.

he smirks a little. “you’re so easy” he says in his deep voice.

“been easy for you” you breathe.

“take them off then” he suggests.

you get up, legs already weak, and you remove your jeans, tossing them on the ground. you take your shirt off too. his eyes roam over your body, and he reaches out grabbing a handful of your tit.

“fuck” he grunts. “come here” he grabs your thighs yanking you back onto his lap, so that you’re straddling him. he looks up at you, taking note of your face. studying you. he knows it feels good because of the sounds you’re making and the faces you’re making. your eyes are fluttered closed and your head tilted back. he brings your tit into his mouth, flicking his tongue out in circles over your hard nipple. “hahhh” you moan. you’re shaking.

“needed you for so long” you cry.

he’s never seen anyone this desperate before. he was so painfully hard. his dick was throbbing.

“choso need you to fuck me” you whine.

oh god.

the cold metal of his tongue piercing rubs over your nipple and you arch into him. you grab a fistful of his hair and pull. he lets out a moan.

that sound, such a pretty sound.

“bet i can make you get loud” you growl, sitting down on him directly on his cock, grinding down on him. your panties are soaked. he threw his head back in pleasure.

how did the tables turn this fast?

you grip his chin, forcing your thumb into his mouth. “open” you demand.

he obeyed, parting his glossy lips. he looked up at you, eyes dark with need. you collect saliva into your mouth, slowly spitting onto his tongue. he groans, immediately swallowing it.

you’ve wanted him for so long, dropped so many fucking hints. you’ve been so desperate for him, you wanted him to beg for you. and you’d do anything to get your way.

“come on choso, need to hear you beg” you reach down in between your legs, palming at his aching hard on. he bucks his hips up into you.

“please” choso whines.

oh fuck…

“please what?” you whine. you were trying to be dominant, but hearing him make those sounds made you so fucking weak.

“please touch me” he cries.

you don’t waste any time, you pull his shirt off, and help him take his pants off. you lick your lips as you glance down.

“take them off now” you demand.

he takes his boxers off, and his cock slaps up against his stomach with a loud flap. he’s so fucking hard, it’s standing up straight.

“god” you breathe, taking his cock in your hand. he was probably eight inches. and he’s been hiding this the whole time? that pissed you off.

he moans just from you holding his dick. pre dripping out the tip. you slip your thumb over the tip and moan. bet he tastes so good. you climb off his lap, knees on the couch now and lean down, taking his cock in your mouth. he gasps, bucking his hips up into your mouth and grasping your hair. you moan around his cock as he forces it further down your throat. he lets out a deep moan “gonna fuck your mouth” he pants, bucking his hips up and down at the perfect pace. you gag each time, saliva dripping out your mouth and down his shaft. you shakily bring your hand down between your thighs, shoving it into your panties and flicking at your clit. he growls as he notices what you’re doing, gripping your wrist and pulling your hand away. “not yet”. you cry at the loss of contact, he fucks up into your mouth harder. “not until i say so” he says. he’s so deep down your throat, you feel like it’ll be bruised. he pulls his cock out of your mouth and you stare at it in awe. he’s so pretty. you glance up at him, his face is flushed underneath his dark tattoo that kisses his nose. his eyes are slightly watery.

you’re gonna make this man your fucking husband one day.

he pulls you up back onto his lap, his slender fingers finding your slick folds and he runs circles over your clit. you gasp. he moans in pleasure as he feels how wet you are. he slips two fingers into your center, stretching you as he fucks them into you. his fingers are too long to fit a third. you moan, riding his fingers. you feel pressure building in your stomach. gonna come already. “fuck chos-gonna come” he grunts, his fingers fucking you faster, curling into just the right spot. you shake as you feel the knot in your stomach and you come, squirt coming down onto his fingers and all over his lap. “fuck” you gasp “s-sorry” you whine, embarrassed. he just bites his lip. that did it for him. he pulls his fingers out of your tight cunt, and shoves them into your mouth, you gasp as you flick your tongue out, tasting your squirt and come all over his fingers. he pulls them out and kisses you hard, your tongue darts into his mouth. he sucks on your tongue and you inhale.

he’s a fucking liar about not that many girls being interested. how else is he this fucking good?

he wraps his arms around your back and guides you down onto his cock, as he bottoms out inside you. earning a loud moan from him and a scream from you as he hits your cervix. he moves his arms down to your ass, gripping hard enough to leave marks as you start to ride, his hips buck up into you, each thrust getting sloppier, he smacks your ass hard. you feel your eyes roll back and you see stars. fuck, gonna come again. your cunt grips his cock as he fucks into you, you can feel him twitching inside you.

“ohhhh my fucking god choso” you cry.

sweat beads down from his forehead and he pulls his long hair out of his face. he looks focused as he fucks up into you, hitting the right spot each time.

your walls pulsate around him.

he grunts. “stop squeezing me like that, feels so fucking good”.

fuck. you grip harder as you come, tears falling from your eyes.

his face scrunches up. “gonna make me come inside, come on baby, let go so i can pull out” he growls at how tight your cunt is gripping him.

your breasts bounce in his face as you ride out your orgasm. you felt how close he was.

please no. please don’t pull out. this feels too good.

you’re both completely fucked out.

too late.

his cock spasms as his movements get sloppy, and he lets go, shooting hot ropes of come deep inside you.

you feel a warm feeling in your stomach as he comes.

“ahhh” you cry.

you fall against him, exhausted.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

suguru geto is your room mate. he was always clean and respectful. he kept to himself and was never loud or disruptive. you didn’t expect living with a man to be so pleasant. other men should take notes. you were friends now, but not best friends. you knew each others schedules, that way you were never being inconvenient to each other if you had something planned. but class ended early today. you texted suguru that you were heading home early. he didn’t respond. you thought you were safe.

your cold hands fumble with your key in the lock and it takes a minute to open the door. fuck it’s cold outside. when you finally make your way inside the apartment is dim, as always. you and suguru hated the bright lights. the living room is empty. suguru’s bedroom door is closed. as you make your way to your bedroom you hear a sound coming beneath his bedroom door.

oh?

you probably should just pretend you didn’t hear it and put on earphones to be polite. but- something inside you tells you to listen.

you set your bag down quietly, and lean closer to his closed door. you hear a shuffling sound, and a quiet groan. your face flushes in embarrassment. oh my god. you can hear his muffled moans, and you envision him on his bed, cock in hand, jerking himself off faster and faster as he gets closer to his climax. wish you could be the one to make him come.

fuck. you want to see. you feel your face and body get hot. your thighs clench together, already feeling yourself get wet at your vivid imagination. you try to be respectful, you really do, but it starts to hurt. you quietly push your hand down your waistband, parting your legs slightly, your finger quickly finding your clit, rubbing in smooth circles. you press your ear against his door. you hear him whine, and his sex sounds get louder. your finger moves faster, your mouth held open in pleasure, but you hold your sounds in.

fuck you’re so close. you slip your finger into your slick cunt, curling right into that spot that makes you see stars. you want to feel his fingers instead. he could get the job done way better than you. you raise your eyebrows as you hear his bed creak, his voice rough as he mutters

“fuck”

fuck. suguru. you think to yourself, adding another finger into your cunt, stretching yourself out more. this will do it.

fuck. what is he doing on the other side of this door?

you feel pressure building inside as your abdomen tenses. you will be sore later from clenching so hard. you arch into your fingers as you come, trying so hard not to make a sound. your knees weak and legs shaky.

your fingers still as you hear his voice again.

“y/n” suguru moans.

wait.

me?

did he just. did he just say your name?

did he just come?

you no longer hear moaning or movements.

you pull your fingers out of your messy pussy. your hand quickly reaches for the door knob and you open the door.

he’s laying on his bed, his strong thighs parted slightly. sweatpants halfway up his legs. his cock twitching against his abdomen, his come leaking down his abdomen and onto his sheets.

you glance up at his face. his tan face is flushed a deep red. so pretty. his eyes are heavy, they look watery. he’s holding up what looks like black laced panties, up under his big nose.

your eyes slant. your heart rate speeds up. are those my panties? those are definitely mine.

suguru’s mouth drops open as he quickly hides the panties beside him, pulling his blanket up to cover his naked body. his eyebrows are furrowed together in fear.

“you didn’t knock” he says angrily. you knew the rules. but you just broke them.

“i-i’m sorry i. fuck.. i didn’t mean to- didn’t know you were-” yes you did. you had heard it all.