ೃ aged!up megumi x fem!reader, suggestive fluff

both you and megumi are scrolling on your phones quietly. you’re laying your head on his chest with one of his hands hanging loosely around your neck, grazing your pulse point with his thumb.

his large, calloused hand moves to cradle your face gently and you shuffle slightly closer, hooking one of your legs over his. megumis finger strokes your cheek softly and slowly moves to press against your lips.

this has happened so many times now that you know the drill. you part your lips and he pushes his index finger past them.

the palm of his hand rests against your cheek as he moves his fingertip over the ridges in the gum above your teeth and the smooth inside of your cheek.

“meg-umi” you manage to squeak out around his finger “wh-yy do you do tha-t??” you ask, slightly muffled. he pulls his finger out of your mouth momentarily and he speaks lowly, glancing at you under his phone “do i have to have a reason?” he mumbles and looks back at his screen.

“no but-“ he pushes his finger back into your mouth before you can reply properly, absentmindedly rubbing his finger against your teeth and the wet inside of your cheek.

you grumble incoherently around his finger and he murmurs deeply “quit squirming.”, pushing the pad of his digit past your teeth and against your tongue.

you cough slightly and protest weakly “mm-mm!”. he reluctantly removes his finger and scoffs, wiping your salvia on his hoodie.

you lift your head off his chest and sit up to face him “why are you obsessed with my mouth, weirdo” you huff and give him a look.

his eyes dart to the side, a slight pink tint crawling over his cheeks which contrasts his previous snarky attitude “i don’t have an obsession.. and there’s no reason...”

you raise an eyebrow suspiciously and decide to question him until he gives you a proper answer. so after a long string of “come onnn tell me”, “i won’t judge you”, “i know there’s a reason”, and finally “stop being such a wuss” (which was what made him give in) he tells you..

“fine- jesus you’re such a pest…” he exhales deeply.

you shoot him an expectant look and he rolls his eyes whilst avoiding your gaze, “yknow what they say about the tissue in the mouth…”

you stare at him blankly for a moment “no. i’m not familiar, what do ‘they’ say about mouth tissue?”

he keeps his eyes fixated on a random patch of the carpet, running his fingers through his spiky hair.

“apparently it’s the same as the tissue in your… pussy” he mumbles almost inaudibly as if he didn’t want you to hear and his face blushes furiously.

your eyes widen slightly as you blurt “gumi you’re such a freak-!” and he rubs his hand over his face in hope that he’d disappear “you said you wouldn’t judge…” he groans and peers at you through his fingers.

you pause then break the silence with a small giggle and reach out to take his hand away from his face, interlocking your fingers with his.

“why don’t you just stop being a nerd and touch the real thing?”