#megumi

ᦸ fluffy little boyfriend!megumi hcs ⸝⸝ art : qikiix

boyfriend!megumi makes sure to leave some of his spare hoodies & band t-shirts in your dorm room for you to sleep in since his clothes are 'just comfier' than your own.

boyfriend!megumi lets you take his hand and fidget with his rings whenever you're together—overstimulated, annoyed, bored, or just wanting to touch him—finding it oddly endearing how much comfort you find in him.

boyfriend!megumi secretly takes photos whenever you fall asleep on his chest or in his dorm room, only rarely sending them to you whenever you get sassy with him to get you to calm down

boyfriend!megumi is typically pretty tired & quiet, so he's content with sitting around while you ramble on and on, a soft tilt in his lips as he watches you gush—he thinks it's the perfect balance.

boyfriend!megumi is secretly a very cuddly person, melting against you in each other's dorm beds, holding you to his chest, and begrudgingly leaving kisses on the crown of your head every time you shifted around.

boyfriend!megumi keeps an extra of your favorite perfume in his nightstand for late nights when you're still over or just to spritz around whenever he misses you.

boyfriend!megumi leaves little notes around your bedroom, sometimes something sweet and romantic, sometimes just a little sketch, or the rare inside joke scribbled down.

boyfriend!megumi buys you little trinkets to keep around your dorm room—small keychains, figurines, decorations, anything that reminds him of you, he's going to buy

boyfriend!megumi prefers to keep everything as private & intimate as possible—Yuji's witnessed the rare moment of a kiss on the cheek or an embrace a few times and gushes accordingly each time.

It’s summer time and Megumi has never seen your bare skin before.

The summer time always guaranteed shorter clothes. The heat made anything else unbearable, especially in Tokyo. 

 Megumi assumed that he was prepared for this. 

Skin never really caused a reaction. Megumi never thought of himself to be interested in such trivial things. It felt childish and immature. Who gets a reaction over exposed skin?

Megumi was confident with his self control. 

It’s a summer afternoon and Megumi has never seen you in clothes this short before. 

It shouldn’t matter. Megumi is much more mature than any man. He respects women.  

It’s a summer afternoon and Megumi isn’t sure if his clammy hands are from the heat or from the sight of the soft skin of your thighs. 

Megumi really tries. God, he does, but it’s so hard to pull his eyes away from your legs. Once he finally manages to do so his eyes end up on the way your collarbones subtly jut out of your chest. Then your shoulders. Megumi swallows the growing lump in his throat and finally decides to look into your eyes like a proper man. You’re already looking at him. Your gazes align and Megumi can physically feel his face heat up. 

Megumi clears his throat and decides the floor is the safest option. Your shadow takes over a part of the floor and Megumi must be some kind of weirdo to think that even your shadow was pretty. 

“You okay, Gumi?” You ask, tilting your head to fall into Megumi’s line of sight. 

Megumi can’t ignore you like this. 

His eyes flicker from your eyebrows to your lips, then your cheeks, then finally your eyes. 

“Yeah. It’s just hot.” Megumi replied quietly. 

nsfw | probably ooc (please don't execute me) | dividers by @pixopix

as much as he tried to deny it, megumi was a freak—an absolute horn-dog when it came to you, but he'd never admit it. not to you, not to anyone else. he doesn't think he deserves your body. so, he keeps to himself. no matter how inconvenient it may be.

last week, exhibit a:

"megs! come here!" you were in the living room, cutely perched on the edge of the couch in only a t-shirt and panties, like you didn't know what it did to him. when he reached the living room and saw you, he felt lightheaded. you were so fucking pretty.

"y-yes..?" he tried not to look down at your bare legs, or your chest through collar the very loose shirt, or at the way your fingers toyed with the tv remote-

"-so can you?" you asked hopefully.

"huh? can i what?"

"watch a movie with me! you can't study all night while i'm here." you looked up at him through your long, gorgeous eyelashes and he felt like he was getting heart palpitations.

"oh. yeah, okay. let me finish up. i'll come back in a minute."

"okay! i'll look for a movie!" you gave him a smile as sweet as sugar and then turned to the tv.

"mhm..." he tried not to obviously rub his thighs together before walking back to his room.

he feels terrible.

you’re spooning with your boyfriend megumi in the cute matching pajamas you bought for the two of you, tucked under the blankets as the two of you watch that tv series you’ve been begging him to watch with you. it’s not his type of series, but he’s enjoying watching it with you because he gets to hold you and it’s making you happy.

here’s the problem though.

the two of you has been like this for hours. your backside pressed into him, your constant shifting and jolts of laughter was rubbing against him. normally this wouldn’t be a problem, he’s a composed man, able to conceal his urges, but he’s so needy right now. he wants to be in you so bad, his erection threatening to poke into your plush cheek harder as he tries to push his dirty thoughts into the back of his mind to watch tv with you.

his grip around you tightened slightly as he snuggled further into you, tilting his head to breathe in the scent of your shampoo before resting his chin on your shoulder. his eyes trained on the tv while his hips unknowingly grind against you softly to soothe the ache in his cock. “just trying to get comfortable, baby.” he would excuse himself when you asked him why he was moving so much.

he feels like such a pervert

this night is supposed to be spent watching your favorite tv series, but here he is with a boner that just won’t go away. he tries to give all his focus on what’s unfolding on the tv, but he just can’t, not anymore at least. his thoughts are clouded with your sweet moans when he first slips it in, how good your warm slick walls feel when he fucks into you at a steady pace, and how tight you clench and spasm when he rips an orgasm out of you, moaning his name.

obviously his mind isn’t as sharp as he likes it to be, he’s been zoning out staring at the tv while he ruts against you softly, and you couldn’t help but feel it this time, he’s rock hard. you brushed it off at first, but now? it’s undeniable. your brows furrowed, glancing over your shoulder to speak. “gumi? are you okay?”

“i’m fine.” his reply was short, almost a groan if you listened hard enough.

“you’re hard.”

shit.

his hips stilled, sighing in the crook of your neck, embarrassed about being caught. he wanted to apologize, speak up, say something, but the words are stuck in his throat. you think it’s cute when he gets shy about wanting you, so you spare him, grinding back against him to show that you want it too.

that’s the only sign he needed.

he’s still spooning you from behind, shorts and underwear pushed down haphazardly as he left open mouthed kisses along your neck. he dragged his fingers from your slick pussy, tasting your juices from his digits with a groan. “i need you…so bad.” he admitted between aroused breaths, lifting one of your legs and bringing his leaking cock to your entrance. you pushed your hips backwards against his, helping him slip inside.

the moan he let out when he pushed his tip in was almost louder than yours. he pulled you against him tighter, arms wrapped around your stomach as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, pushing in slowly inch by inch. he bottomed out with a groan, your walls twitching and clenching around him from the intrusion. you leaned back against him, moaning softly from the fullness of him.

he pulled his hips back slowly before pushing himself back in, cock dragging against your slick walls. “fuuck…you feel so good pretty baby..” he whined, eyes threatening to roll back behind his closed eyelids as he began to fuck into you in a steady rhythm. each thrust making him even more pussy drunk by the second.

and he just started fucking you.

you just felt too good, better than he rememberers. you warm wet walls hugging his cock had him fucking into you faster, moaning pathetically into your neck as he chased the feeling blindly. he lifted one of his arms caging you to his chest to hang around your shoulder, his hand tilting your chin towards him to kiss you.

you clenched around him tightly, pleasure blooming deep inside you as you moaned into his mouth, cock gliding in and out of you and pressing into your sweet spot with every deep and languid stroke. he was so deep you could swear you felt him in your stomach. your walls sucked him in further, body chasing the pleasure faster than your mind could. the room was filled with the long forgotten buzz of the tv, squelching sound of your soaked pussy every time he fucked into you, and the shared moans as you lost yourselves in the pleasure of each other.

he was starting to lose himself already, usually, he would murmur soft praises in your ear, biting his own lip to stay quiet. but now? he’s a whimpering and groaning mess, thrusting into you with nothing in his mind but how good you feel. he couldn’t stop fucking you, wouldn’t dream of it, his breathing stuttering as he lost himself inside of you. he continued to whine into your neck, breathing ragged as his dick twitched wildly inside your velvety walls, precum spilling into you messily and creating an obscene ring on the base of his cock.

his desperate moans and his hips slamming into yours as he chased his own pleasure didn’t help nothing to help the ache of arousal in your pussy, your orgasm nearing as he reached down to rub at your clit. his lips chased yours again, trying to silence his moans to no avail. your walls clenched tightly around him as he rubbed dizzying circles on your clit, desperate to get you to cum before he did.

his insistent deep thrusts and the dizzying clit stimulation had you shaking in his hold, pleasure tightening then exploding as you came around him, soaking his hips and his cock with a loud moan of his name. he pulled back, praising you breathlessly and incoherently as he nuzzled back into your neck. his thrusts now losing rhythm as he chased his orgasm, mind turning into mush as he babbled in you neck, slurring about how much he loves you and how good you feel.

“g-gonna cum…please baby..wanna cum in you s-so bad…please baby.” he was too far gone, begging to cum in you, to make you his, to claim you in every possible way. his arms caged back around you as he continued to beg for you, dick twitching wildly and balls tightening as he struggled to hold back, kissing at your neck to ground himself.

his desperate pleas had you tightening around him, despite your orgasm seconds earlier, arousal blooming inside of you yet again as you nodded against him, moaning your permission. and thats all it took. his cum spurted into you, ropes painting your insides, fucking every stream into you as his eyes rolled back, moaning the loudest you’ve ever heard from him.

who knew he could ever fuck you like this?

he stayed buried in you, tilting your head to kiss you again, trying to come down from his intense orgasm. he mumbled apologies against your lips for distracting you, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your stomach as he reached for the remote with his other hand.