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- ⋆˚࿔ ꪆৎ ۫ ׅ -

you had no idea what you did to megumi. you didn’t know you made his cock twitch when he thought about your stupid sex jokes, or the way he grind against his pillow at night wishing it was you underneath him.

you didn’t see him as a pure virgin, but you wouldn’t ever have the thought of the fact he loves stroking his dick thinking about you. he didn’t seem like he touched himself at all; just waited to be given an orgasm by someone else.

it was every night. every night, he’d think about your pretty face and those tits that sat on your chest. he’d thought about the time it was cold and your nipples were poking through your shirt.

“I wanna touch her boobs so bad…” a desperate mumble came from his lips, something he’d never thought he’d say, but he also never thought he would be masturbating to the thought of your perky nipples.

it was all he thought about for over an hour as he stroked his cock and edged himself until he couldn’t edge anymore.

you had complimented his hair once. multiple times, actually, but it was this one specific time when you said you liked how it looked pushed back. your fingers had ran through his scalp, palm gliding across his strands so his hair wasn’t in his face anymore, proving your point.

even though he had grumbled and told you to stop touching his hair, he laid in bed that night pounding his dick with his hand, imagining it was that same hand that was gentle with his hair.

his other hand had been pushing hair away from his face so he could look at the pre-cum desperate to come out his tip but also mainly because of what you said; you liked how it looked pushed back. all he could do was replace his hands with yours in his head until his sticky cum spewed from his choked dick.

megumi’s good with secrets. he would never tell anyone the things he did, especially not the fact he did those things to the beautiful image of you—and he’s sure of himself he won’t ever let that information slip out and get to you.