#plugmegumi

megumi was your brothers bestfriend. he sold drugs, weed and some more shit that he kept stashed in different spots around his room.

your brother ended up on punishment for sneaking his girlfriend in the house one too many times, windows creaking and all.

and the only way he could get out was by taking his little sister out, buying you some dunkin’. donut strawberry and frosted with extra sprinkles because he knew you’d drag it out and a caramel frappe, extra caramel drizzle swirled on top and down the sides, the cup already getting that sweaty condensation ring by the time you got in the car.

though your brother left soon as he got there and begged you to not tell mom, voice low and desperate.

“sis please- i promise this is the last time.” he held the door knob wedging it in and outward while he stood in the hallway, sneakers squeaking on the wood floor.

“yeah whatever, hurry up.” you didn’t look away from your phone, just laid on megumis bed, legs kicked up, back against the headboard with the gray comforter bunched under you, the cold caramel frappe cup sweating against your thigh and leaving a damp spot on your sweatpants.

“okay call me if you need me, ima be at carmens house.” and with that your brothers car pulled out the driveway, tires crunching over loose gravel, and he was on his way to see his girlfriend—again.

you strolled on your phone, biting at your straw, the plastic slightly flattened from how long you’d been chewing on it, caramel still thick and sticky on the tip every time you took a slow sip through the whipped cream.

the faint smell of weed still hung in the air mixed with whatever body spray megumi used, and you could hear him moving around somewhere down the hall, door half open like he didn’t care who was in his space.

his room wasn’t dirty, it was actually clean. organized actually. shelves lined with vinyls in alphabetical order, a few jars tucked neatly in the corner drawer where he kept his product sorted by strain, desk clear except for a half-empty water bottle and his rolling tray flipped upside down like it was just decor. bed made, grey comforter pulled tight, no random clothes thrown around.

he walked in, sweats hanging low on his hips, black essential hoodie. his head tilted a bit, dark hair falling slightly into his eyes. hands stuffed deep in his hoodie pocket, shoulders relaxed.

“you good?” he looked at you, curled in his bed, straw at your lips and phone in your hand. curls spilling against his pillow, legs tucked under the grey comforter.

“every time my brother leaves me here—you always ask me that.” you looked up from your phone, long lashes fluttering as you met his gaze.

he nonchalantly shrugged, a small tsk sound escaped his lips, like he was half amused, half used to it. he leaned against the doorframe, hands still in his pockets.

“yeah—and you never answer it.” his head tilted just a fraction more, eyes steady on you.

you rolled your eyes a little, pulling the straw from your lips with a soft pop, caramel residue still glistening on it. you set the phone down on the grey comforter beside you, finally giving him your full attention.

“maybe i don’t need to?” your voice came out softer than you meant, lashes dipping as you glanced down at the cup in your hand, condensation dripping slow onto the comforter.

he looked at the comforter and sighed softly. “finna go make some runs—you can stay here.”

you leaned up, propping yourself on your elbows. “wait i wanna come.” you jumped out of his bed and slipped your clogs on, your anklet dangled with the little silver charms catching the dim light from the hallway.

you sat the cup on his nightstand, the condensation leaving a faint wet ring on the wood, and met him at the doorway of his bedroom, close enough that you could smell the faint weed and that body spray clinging to his hoodie.

he rolled his eyes slightly, pink lips twisted just a bit, like he was already regretting saying yes.

“okay, just don’t be annoyin’” he walked through the hallway and grabbed his bookbag off the floor by the couch—black, worn straps fraying at the edges—before snatching his keys off the table.

they jingled sharp against his palm as he headed for the front door, not even bothering to look back to see if you were following.

you grabbed your phone quick, tucking it into your sweatpants pocket, and hurried after him, the anklet making soft tinkling sounds with every step.

he made runs for hours, windows cracked just enough to let the cool night air mix with the faint weed smoke that clung to everything. every stop he’d hand you the crumpled bills or the cash app notification, letting you count it quick and fix the stack before sliding it into the side pocket of his bookbag.

or he’d pass you the pre-rolled or the little baggie his client already paid for, trusting you to hand it off smooth without drawing eyes.

you stayed quiet in the passenger seat most of the time, legs crossed, scrolling or just watching the streetlights streak by.

it was damn near dark out now, sky deep purple, streetlights buzzing on one by one, and he still had lots more trips to do. he pulled into a quiet side street to wait on the next text, engine idling low. he looked at you, eyes bored but softer around the edges than usual, lingering a beat longer on the way the white fabric stretched across your chest in the dashboard glow.

“you hungry?” his voice cut through the quiet, thumb tapping lazy on the steering wheel.

you glanced over, anklet shifting as you uncrossed your legs, the little charms catching the glow from the dashboard lights.

“yeah… kinda. been in this car forever.” you stretched your arms up, crop top lifting higher to show more skin, then dropped them back down slow.

“we’ll get something to eat after this order.” he rubbed his lips wit his fingers, eye still forward, other had at the top of the steering wheel.

he finally got the order and cranked the engine, felt like he was driving through town for hours, same streets looping under the tires, headlights washing over empty sidewalks.

when he finally pulled up the client wasn’t even there. porch light off, driveway empty, no sign of anyone.

you sucked your teeth, hungry and annoyed, stomach growling loud enough to cut through the quiet. “what the fuck.” you pouted, arms crossed under your chest so the white crop pulled tighter, thin fabric stretching across your nipples in the dashboard glow.

megumi just watched you. fingers caressing his lips slow, like he was thinking hard or just giving himself something to do. no rush in his face, no frustration—just that steady, quiet stare.

“relax.” he said, voice calm, nothing else behind it. he tilted his head back against the headrest, eyes flicking to the side window, watching—waiting for a car to pull up or headlights to flash down the block.

“i’m so hungry megumii—” you whined a little, didn’t mean to but it came out. the pout deepened, lips full and glossy from the way you’d been biting them all night. you uncrossed your arms to tug at the crop hem, trying to pull it down, but it just rode right back up, exposing more skin.

he kept watching. eyes went down your body—over the crop, the bare skin between it and your sweatpants, the way the waistband sat low—then back to your face. thumb dragged over his lip again.

car idled, engine humming. no client. minutes passed.

he exhaled through his nose. “come here.” quiet, not loud.

you looked at him. “what?”

he didn’t say it again. reached over, fingers around your wrist light, pulled you closer across the console till your side hit his. crop rode up more, edge almost under your tits now. his hoodie sleeve brushed your bare skin, warm.

he looked down at you, close. breath on your face. “you keep whining like that…”

his thumb rubbed once over your wrist. other hand left the wheel, landed on your thigh over the sweatpants. palm flat, heavy, not moving yet.

you felt your heart pick up. street quiet, just the engine.

he leaned in a bit, nose close to your hair. “i’ll get you food after this. be patient.”

hand squeezed your thigh once—firm—then slid up slow, thumb going under the loose waistband of your sweatpants, grazing bare skin right above your hip. stopped there. waited. eyes on yours in the dark.

you swallowed. heat low in your stomach. sweatpants felt too hot suddenly. “megumi…”

he didn’t talk back. fingers slipped under the band more, brushing skin slow, not rushing. breathing even but chest moving faster against you. ears red at the tips.

your heart jumped against your chest, sharp and quick, like it was trying to break free. you wanted this, wanted it for longer than you’d admit—but the want came wrapped with nerves, making your breath catch.

you looked up at him. he stared right back. lips pink, parted just enough, like he was already tasting the air between you. dark blue eyes gone darker, pupils blown wide in the dim dashboard light, swallowing the usual calm until it was just heat and focus locked on your face.

you pushed up to kiss him. he leaned down at the same time, meeting you halfway. your mouths crashed soft at first—then his tongue slipped past your plump lips, slow and sure, tasting the faint caramel still clinging to you from earlier.

patient. always patient. he didn’t rush the kiss, just deepened it steady, tongue sliding against yours in lazy strokes that made your head spin.

his hand in your sweatpants moved gentle, deeper now. fingers eased under the edge of your panties, brushing bare skin, then parting you slow. he found you wet already and let out the softest sound against your mouth.

barely a hum, like he was surprised but not really. middle finger circled your clit once, light pressure, testing. then again. patient circles that made your hips jerk up into his palm without thinking.

he kissed you softer after that, like everything about him gave—gave space, gave time, gave you room to breathe even as he took more. lips moving careful over yours, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth for a second before letting go. his free hand came up to cup the back of your neck, thumb stroking the soft skin under your ear, keeping you close but not trapping you.

your hand scrunched tighter at his hoodie, fingers bunching the thick black fabric over his chest, gripping like you needed something solid while he unraveled you. he took you passionately but quiet.

he didn’t groan loud or talk dirty, just kissed deeper, tongue curling with yours while his finger slid lower, pressing inside you slow, one knuckle, then two. curled just right, stroking that spot that made your thighs tremble and a small whimper slip out against his lips.

he broke the kiss slow, a thin string of spit breaking between you, shining for a second in the dashboard light before it snapped. his breathing came heavier now, chest rising against yours.

“your brother would kill me.” he looked down into your glossy, begging eyes, pouted lips still wet from him. voice low, rough around the edges, but steady. like he was stating a fact, not trying to talk himself out of it.

“you know that right?”

your eyebrows slouched, annoyed, frustration mixing with the ache between your legs. “i don’t care. i want this—give me this megumi.”

you tried to pull him closer by his neck, fingers digging into the soft skin there, tugging at the hoodie collar. but he didn’t budge, didn’t move much, just stayed where he was, solid and unyielding.

his hand still buried in your sweatpants, fingers deep inside you, but he’d gone still. no more stroking, just holding there, letting you feel the stretch, the heat, the pulse of him against your walls.

you could cry from it—he played with your pussy so gentle, kissed you soft and deep and now he was pulling away, even if it was only an inch.

desperation pushed up your throat. you gripped at his hand, the one still tucked under the loose waistband, fingers wrapping around his wrist like you could force him to keep going if he tried to pull away again.

“please—megumi—please. i want this.”

he paused for a second, everything still except the slow rise and fall of his chest against yours. eyes dropped to your lips first, then lifted to the tears forming in the corners of your eyes, glossy and catching the faint dashboard light. he didn’t blink. just watched them like they meant something heavy.

“if we keep going—” his voice came out low, rougher than before, almost a warning wrapped in quiet certainty, “—i’m not stopping.”

the words hung there, simple and final. no tease, no smirk—just him laying it out plain so you couldn’t pretend later that you didn’t know.

his fingers were still inside you, buried deep, but he’d gone completely still again, waiting.

letting you feel the stretch, the throb, the way your walls clenched around him involuntary every time you shifted.

you nodded fast, tears spilling over now, one sliding slow down your cheek. “i know. i don’t want you to stop.”

something changed in his face. softened just a fraction, the hesitation cracking open. he exhaled slow through his nose, thumb brushing once over your clit again, light enough to make your hips buck.

then he leaned in, kissed the tear track on your cheek gentle, lips lingering there like he was tasting the salt.

“okay,” he murmured against your skin.

then he moved.

fingers started again—slow at first, deliberate pumps, curling deeper each time he pushed back in, stroking that spot that made your thighs shake and your breath hitch. thumb circled your clit steady, pressure building patient but unrelenting.

the wet sounds were louder now in the quiet car, obscene and intimate, mixing with your small gasps and the low hum of the engine.

he kissed you again. deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours slow and thorough while his hand worked you open. free hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading into your curls, keeping you close so every whimper went straight into his mouth. he swallowed them quiet, like they were his to keep.

your grip on his wrist loosened as the pleasure coiled tighter, turning into desperate clutching at his hoodie instead—nails digging into the fabric over his chest. sweatpants shoved down further around your thighs now, bunched and forgotten. his hoodie sleeve had ridden up, forearm flexing with every slow thrust of his fingers.

“shit.” he groaned into your mouth, low and rough, the sound vibrating against your lips.

your eyes fluttered open, hazy and heavy-lidded, finding his in the dim glow. “what? what’s wrong?” you asked so softly, innocently, voice barely above a whisper, like you were scared you’d broken something.

he pulled back just enough to look at you—dark blue eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide. his breathing came uneven now, chest heaving under your palms.

“i’m so hard.” the words came out strained, honest, no filter. he grabbed your hand gentle but firm, guided it down between you until your fingers brushed the thick length straining against his sweatpants. even through the soft fabric you could feel how hard he was—hot, heavy, twitching under your touch when you wrapped your hand around him slow.

your eyes softened, something warm and needy blooming in your chest. you squeezed once, light, testing, feeling the way he throbbed against your palm. his hips jerked forward involuntary, a quiet hiss slipping between his teeth.

“fuck…” he breathed, forehead dropping to rest against yours. his fingers inside you had gone still again, just resting there, letting you clench around them while your hand explored him. he didn’t push your hand away—didn’t rush you—just let you feel him, thumb brushing slow over the head through the fabric where a damp spot had started to form.

you bit your lip, eyes flicking down to where your hand moved over him, then back up to his face. his ears were flushed deep red, jaw tight like he was holding himself back by a thread. the hoodie sleeve had ridden up higher on his arm, forearm flexing with every small shift, veins standing out under his skin.

“megumi…” your voice came out small, needy. you stroked him again, firmer this time, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut for a second, lashes dark against his cheeks.

he swallowed hard, throat working. “you don’t have to—”

“i want to.” you cut him off soft, hand slipping under the waistband of his sweatpants now, fingers wrapping around bare skin—hot, velvet-hard, thick enough your fingers didn’t quite meet. he groaned low in his throat when you touched him skin-to-skin, hips rocking up into your grip once before he caught himself.

his free hand came up, cupped your jaw, thumb tracing your bottom lip again. “you sure?”

you nodded, leaning in to kiss him slow, tongue brushing his while your hand stroked him base to tip, slow and deliberate like he’d done to you. he kissed you back deeper, hungrier now, fingers finally moving again inside you—lazy curls that matched the rhythm of your hand on him.

the car felt smaller, hotter, windows fogged thick enough the outside world was gone. just wet sounds, heavy breathing, the way his thumb pressed your clit in time with your strokes, building you both up slow and steady.

he broke the kiss to murmur against your mouth, voice wrecked and low. “keep goin.”

you kissed his lips one last time—soft, lingering—before your hand slipped lower, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down just enough. his dick sprang free, hard and heavy against his stomach, pink tip already glistening, thick and lengthy enough that your eyes blew wide when you saw it. veins standing out along the shaft, flushed dark at the base. you weren’t even sure if you could fit it all in your mouth, the thought making your stomach flip with nerves and want.

but you tried.

you leaned down slow, breath fanning over him first. lips brushed the tip—warm, soft—and he let out the softest moan, barely there, like it slipped out against his will. the sound sent a fresh pulse of heat between your legs. you sucked the head gentle, tongue swirling once around the slit, tasting the salt and the faint bead of pre-cum. your hand wrapped around the base—fingers not quite meeting—and stroked slow, steady, matching the rhythm of your mouth.

he moved your curls out the way careful, both hands coming up to hold your hair, fingers threading through the strands loose at first, then tighter when your tongue pressed flat along the underside. he couldn’t believe his best friend’s sister was eating his dick—right here in the front seat, sweatpants shoved down, crop top riding up, the faint smell of weed and caramel still hanging in the air. the thought alone almost made him nut in your mouth, hips twitching up once before he caught himself.

“fuck—you suck my dick so good.” his words came out breathy, almost guttural, cracking at the edges like he was already so close. no cocky edge, just raw, wrecked honesty. his thumbs stroked the sides of your face gentle even as his grip in your hair tightened, guiding you down a little more without pushing too hard.

you hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper—lips stretching around his thickness, tongue working the vein underneath while your hand pumped what wouldn’t fit. spit slicked him up quick, dripping down to your fingers, making every stroke wet and smooth. his breathing turned ragged, chest heaving under the hoodie, small huffs of air escaping every time you bobbed your head.

“shit… just like that,” he whispered, voice strained. one hand left your hair to brace against the dashboard, knuckles white, like he needed something to hold onto. the other stayed in your curls, petting now—gentle strokes that made your scalp tingle. his hips rocked up shallow, careful not to choke you, but enough that you felt him hit the back of your throat once, twice.

your eyes watered a little from the stretch, but you didn’t stop—sucked harder on the upstroke, swirled your tongue around the head every time you pulled back. the wet sounds filled the car, mixing with his soft groans and the low idle of the engine. windows fogged thicker, streetlights barely cutting through.

he looked down at you—eyes dark, half-lidded, lips parted. “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep—fuck—”

his thighs tensed under you, abs flexing hard under the hoodie. he tugged your hair once, light, like a warning.

you moaned around him. vibration humming down his length, and took him deeper one last time, nose brushing his pelvis, throat working to swallow around him. that did it.

he came with a choked groan, low and broken, hips jerking up as he spilled hot and thick down your throat. you swallowed what you could, the rest dripping from the corners of your mouth when you pulled back slow, gasping for air. his dick twitched against your tongue one last time, spent but still hard.

he panted heavy, head dropped back against the seat, eyes closed for a second. then he opened them, looked at you. lips swollen, chin messy, curls wild from his hands. something soft flickered in his expression.

“cmere,” he murmured, voice hoarse and low, still rough from everything.

he pulled you up gentle, one hand steady on your waist while the other wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb—catching the last of his nut. then he kissed you deep-slow, tongue sliding in without hesitation, tasting himself on you like it was nothing. hand cupped your jaw firm but soft, thumb stroking the line of your cheek, keeping you close.

you broke the kiss first, breathing uneven, eyes bright and eager. pupils blown wide, lips parted and shiny. you looked at him like you were still starving, like nothing would be enough until you had all of him.

you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your sweatpants and shoved them all the way off—gray fabric sliding down your legs, kicking them to the floor mat with your clogs. panties went next, tugged down quick and tossed aside. bare now from the waist down except the crop top still bunched high under your tits, thighs slick and trembling in the dashboard glow.

megumi watched every second of it, dark blue eyes tracking the way the material pooled around your ankles then disappeared. a soft smile tugged at his lips. quiet, almost fond, like he couldn’t believe you were this bold.

“what?” you asked, a slight attitude in your voice, head tilting as you caught him staring.

he rubbed his lips with his thumb once, slow, like he was buying time. “nothing—tryna figure out how we’re gonna fuck in my car.” slight sarcasm laced the words, but his eyes stayed soft, hungry.

you rolled your eyes, small huff leaving you. “push your seat back so i can ride you duh?”

he huffed a quiet laugh—barely there, more breath than sound. didn’t argue. just reached down with one hand, found the lever under the seat, and shoved it all the way back. the seat reclined with a soft click, giving you more room, his legs spreading a little wider under you.

his dick still hard, flushed pink at the tip bobbed against his stomach when he settled, hoodie riding up higher to show the cut of his abs.

you didn’t wait. shifted forward, knees bracing on either side of his hips now that nothing was in the way. bare skin against bare skin, heat meeting heat. reached down between you, wrapped your fingers around him.

hot, thick and twitching in your grip. lined him up slow, rubbing the head through your wet folds twice, teasing yourself until you both moaned.

his hands came to your hips. palms warm, fingers digging in just enough to steady you. no rush, no push. just holding, waiting for you to take what you wanted.

you sank down slow. inch by inch, feeling the stretch, the burn, the way he filled you up deep and thick. your breath hitched up, thighs trembling as you bottomed out, he groaned low in his throat, head tipping back against the headrest for a second, eyes squeezing shut.

“fuck…” he breathed, voice wrecked and rough. hands flexed on your hips, thumbs stroking slow over the soft curve there. “kiss me.”

the words came out more stern than usual, low and commanding in that quiet way he had. you rushed forward, crashing your lips to his, desperate and messy. your pussy clenched down hard around him the second your mouths met—fluttering tight against his fat dick, walls pulsing like they were trying to pull him deeper. a small whimper slipped into his mouth, muffled by his tongue sliding in slow to meet yours.

his hands slid down, gripped your ass firm—fingers digging into the soft flesh—and he lifted you up easy, just enough to slide almost all the way out before he fucked back into you slow. deep, controlled thrusts that made your toes curl against the seat. every time he bottomed out again you moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating between you.

your hands gripped his face first—palms cupping his jaw, thumbs brushing the sharp line there—then slid up into his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands. you tilted his head to the side, pressing it back against the cool window glass so you could kiss him deeper, tongue curling with his while he kept that slow rhythm—lifting you, dropping you, grinding up every time your hips met.

“fuuck—feel so good—” he groaned in pieces, words breaking against your lips between kisses. voice low and wrecked, cracking at the edges. his breathing turned heavier, chest heaving under the hoodie, abs flexing hard every time he thrust up.

one hand stayed locked on your ass, guiding the pace, while the other slid up your back under the crop top, palm flat and warm against bare skin, holding you close so your tits pressed tight to his chest.

you rocked down harder to meet him, hips rolling in small circles when he was buried deep, clit grinding against his pelvis. pleasure sparked sharp every time, making your thighs shake around him.

you pulled his hair a little harder. tilting his head more, kissing along his jaw, down to the soft spot under his ear, sucking light until he hissed and his hips snapped up sharper once.

“megumi…” your voice came out small, needy, muffled against his neck. you wanted to speed up—your body was screaming for it, hips twitching like they had a mind of their own—but megumi only held you down firmer, palms locked on your ass, keeping you seated deep. he gave you little circle thrusts instead—slow, deliberate grinds that dragged the head of his dick right over your g-spot, teasing it relentless. your eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, a shaky whimper slipping out before you could stop it.

until his phone rang—sharp, cutting through everything.

“shit.” he cursed under his breath, low and annoyed. he glanced at the screen. your brother. of course.

he answered the facetime without thinking twice, thumb swiping quick, then propped the phone up on the arm rest so the camera caught mostly his face and the dark interior of the car. you gripped his shoulders harder. nails digging through the hoodie. heart slamming in your chest, panic mixing with the pleasure still pulsing low in your stomach.

megumi didn’t stop moving. still fucked you slow, hips rolling in tiny, shallow circles that kept the wet sounds faint but constant. your soft moans leaked out anyway. quiet, breathy, impossible to hide completely.

“yo? where y’all at?” your brother asked, voice tinny through the speaker. he was back in megumi’s room. gray comforter still bunched on the bed.

megumi’s jaw clenched. he tried to keep his voice steady. “shit—nothing—makin’ runs.” but the words cracked at the end, a groan slipping in when your pussy clenched tight around him again. fluttering hard from the slow drag over your spot. he bit the inside of his cheek, eyes flicking down to you for a split second.

dark and warning.

you couldn’t help it. the fear made everything sharper. you ground down against his deep, slow strokes—hips circling needy—and that drove him crazy. his grip on your ass tightened, fingers digging in.

“fuuck—” he moaned, low and broken, trying to swallow it but failing.

your brother’s face balled up on the screen—brows furrowing, suspicious. “oh word—where my sister?”

megumi’s breathing hitched. he forced his voice even, but it came out rougher than he wanted. “she’s… right here.” he shifted the phone just a fraction—enough that the camera caught the top of your head.

your curls spilling over his shoulder, but not low enough to show anything else. your face stayed buried in his neck, lips pressed to skin to muffle the next whimper when he gave another slow, deep grind.

you felt him throb inside you—harder now, like the risk was turning him on even more. your thighs trembled around his hips, slick dripping down where you were joined.

your brother paused on the screen. “she good? put her on.”

megumi’s hand slid up your back under the crop top calm, steady thumb stroking your spine like he was telling you to breathe. he didn’t stop moving, just kept those shallow, teasing rolls that kept you fluttering around him.

“h-hello?” you managed, voice shaky, waiting for your brother to respond. megumi picked up his pace right then—going a little faster, a little harder. hips snapping up just enough to make your breath hitch loud.

“you good? mom called you?” your brother asked, squinting at the screen. he could only see the top of your head, curls spilling over megumi’s shoulder, the car ceiling behind you. “put yo’ face in the screen.” he demanded, voice sharper.

you moaned softly. couldn’t hold it back. trying to hide it in your throat but megumi’s dick hit that spot again, heat racing up your back, making your toes curl against the seat. “i’m—no she didn’t call me.”

your brother leaned up closer to the phone hearing th faint noises. his face twisted mad. “what the fuck—megumi i know damn well you ain’t fuckin’ my little sister.”

megumi laughed—low, breathy, almost surprised at himself. the sound vibrated through his chest into yours. he didn’t stop thrusting, just slowed it back to those deep, lazy circles that made your eyes roll again.

“relax,” he said, voice rough but steady, like he wasn’t buried balls-deep in you right now. “she’s fine. we just… talkin’.”

your brother’s face got darker on the screen. “talkin’? nigga i hear her breathin’ like that. move the phone—let me see her face.”

megumi glanced down at you. eyes dark, lips parted, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth now. he shifted the phone higher with his free hand, angling it so the camera caught more of your face.

lips swollen, eyes glassy and half-lidded. you bit your lip hard to keep quiet, but another slow grind from him pulled a small, broken whimper out anyway.

your brother sucked his teeth loud. “yo—y’all really out here? in the fuckin’ car? megumi i swear—”

megumi cut him off calm, still moving inside you slow and deep, making your thighs shake harder. “she’s safe. we’re good. i got her.”

you gripped his shoulders tighter, nails digging in, trying to stay still but your hips rolled down on instinct—chasing the friction. megumi’s breath hitched quiet, hand flexing on your ass to hold you down.

your brother rubbed his face, frustrated. “man…take her ass home. now. megumi—if you hurt her—”

“i won’t.” megumi’s voice dropped lower, serious for the first time. “promise.”

your brother stared for a long second, face twisted up on the screen, then sighed heavy like the weight of it all hit him at once. “hell no— bring her back now. stop this shit.”

megumi didn’t flinch. didn’t even pause the slow grind of his hips. still deep inside you, still making your thighs shake every time he circled just right. his thumb kept stroking lazy up your spine under the crop top, calm as ever, like your brother wasn’t yelling at the phone.

“we’re good,” megumi said low, voice steady even though you felt him throb harder when your pussy clenched again from the tension. “she’s safe. i’ll bring her home when she’s ready.”

your brother sucked his teeth louder, leaning closer to the camera. “nigga you got my sister in the car—fucking her? my little sister.”

you reached for megumi’s phone quick—fingers fumbling—and hung it up. the little hang-up noise cut through sharp, screen going black. the second it did, you let go—moaning loud against his neck, no more holding back.

you slapped your ass down hard to meet his dick, the wet smack echoing in the car. “oh my god.” your eyes rolled back to the stars, lashes fluttering, whole body lighting up from the inside.

megumi watched you—bottom lip caught between his teeth, dark blue eyes locked on every twitch of your face, every bounce of your curls with each thrust. he didn’t say much, just let his hands grip your hips tighter, guiding you down harder while he rolled up slow to meet you halfway.

your curls bounced wild—sweat-damp strands sticking to your neck, your shoulders—as you rode him faster now, no restraint. the car rocked with it, seats creaking faint under the rhythm.

“oh my god you feel so go—” you winced, gripping his shoulders hard, nails digging through the hoodie fabric. thighs shaking, pussy fluttering tight around his thick length every time you bottomed out.

“how—how good?” he asked, voice rough, breathy, picking up his pace to match yours—deeper, harder, hips snapping up sharp. your legs shook worse, knees buckling against the seat.

you could barely respond—words dissolving into an inaudible moan, high and broken, spilling out against his collarbone. your head tipped back, mouth open, curls falling wild down your back. every thrust punched the air out of you, pleasure spiking sharp and hot up your spine.

megumi’s hand slid up—cupped the back of your neck gentle but firm—pulling you down so your forehead rested against his. “tell me,” he murmured, lips brushing yours between thrusts. “how good—say it.”

“so—so—ugh-so good,” you gasped out finally, voice cracking. “megumi—right there—don’t stop!”

he groaned low—hips stuttering once when you clenched hard around him. “yeah?” his thumb brushed your cheek quick, wiping a stray tear from the intensity.

“gonna cum on my dick? right here?”

“mhmm.” you sucked at your bottom lip.

“gonna let me nut in you.” he fucked into you harder now, hands locking on your hips, holding you down so every thrust bottomed out deep, the head of his dick kissing that spot over and over.

“yes—yes please.” the words tumbled out.brain foggy and breathless, knowing damn well you weren’t on any birth control. the thought barely registered.

just heat and want and the way he filled you up so completely you couldn’t think straight. you didn’t think he’d actually do it

he watched you close. dark blue eyes locked on every flicker of your face, one hand sliding up into your curls, fingers threading gentle but firm to tilt your head back so he could see you better.

the other stayed clamped on your hip, guiding the rhythm, keeping you flush when you tried to lift too high.

“tell me how much you want this nut.” voice low, rough, almost a growl. he didn’t speed up. just kept that deep, steady grind, dragging every inch in and out slow enough to make your thighs shake harder.

your eyes fluttered closed, lips parted on a shaky breath. “r-really bad. nut in my pussy please—please megumi.”

something shifted in his expression.

softened for a split second, then darkened again, pupils blown wide. he leaned in, nose brushing yours, lips ghosting over your mouth without kissing you.

“yeah? you want it that bad?” he murmured, hips rolling slow circles now, grinding deep so you felt every thick inch pressing against your walls.

you nodded fast, frantic. nails digging into his shoulders through the hoodie. “yes—please—i want it—want you to nut in me—daddy!”

he groaned quiet—almost pained—then kissed you hard, tongue sliding in deep while his thrusts turned sharper, faster. the car rocked with it, wet sounds louder, your moans spilling into his mouth. his hand in your curls tightened just a little, holding you there so he could swallow every sound.

pussy fluttering wild around him. and that was it. his hips snapped forward one last time, burying deep, holding you flush as he came. hot, thick pulses spilling inside you, filling you up until you felt it leak out around his dick..

he groaned low into your neck, arms wrapping tight around your waist, keeping you seated while he throbbed through every spurt.

you shook hard. another wave crashing over you from the feeling alone, thighs clamping, back arching, a broken cry muffled against his shoulder as your pussy milked him dry.

then it hit you.

“megumii—” you whined, voice small and shaky, lifting up slow off his lap. his dick slipped out with a wet sound, falling heavy against the black hoodie, still twitching a little. you looked down between your legs—bare thighs spread over his, and saw his nut already dripping out, thick white cream sliding slow down your inner thigh, pooling on the seat beneath you.

“what?” he said calmly, with a bit of question in his voice, like he genuinely didn’t see the problem yet. he leaned back against the seat, breathing still heavy, one hand resting loose on your hip while the other rubbed slow at the back of his neck.

“megumi—did you really just nut in me?” your fingers dipped between your folds quick. feeling the warmth, the slick mix of both of you.

then pulled back, white cream coating your fingertips. you held them up like evidence, eyes wide, heart suddenly slamming harder than it had during the whole thing.

he glanced down at your hand, then back to your face. rubbed his neck a little harder, ears flushing red again in the dashboard glow. “you told me to?”

you blinked. “i—yeah but—” your voice cracked, half-laugh half-panic. “i didn’t think you’d actually do it. like… for real.”

he exhaled slow through his nose, eyes flicking to where his cum was still leaking out of you, then back up. no smirk, no joke—just that quiet, steady stare he always had.

“you said please. a lot.” he shrugged one shoulder, voice low. “thought you meant it.”

you stared at him, mouth open a little. the car felt smaller suddenly, air thicker. your thighs still trembled from the aftershocks, pussy dripping slower now, staining the edge of his hoodie where it bunched up.

“megumi…” you whispered, fingers still sticky. “i’m not on anything.”

he paused. really paused. the calm cracked just a fraction—jaw tightening, eyes searching your face like he was replaying every word you’d said in the last ten minutes.

“shit,” he muttered under his breath, hand dropping from his neck to your thigh. thumb stroked once over the soft skin there, gentle, almost apologetic. “you serious?”

you nodded fast, curls bouncing. “deadass. no pill, no shot, nothing.”

he rubbed his face with one hand. slow, like he was processing, then looked back at you. no panic in his voice, just quiet.

“okay.”

“okay?” you echoed, voice pitching up.

“yeah.” he sat up a little straighter, hands sliding to your waist to steady you. “we’ll figure it out. pharmacy’s open late. we can get plan b right now if you want. or tomorrow. whatever you need.”

“aw megumi.” you wrapped your arms around his neck in a tight hug, face burying into the crook of his shoulder. his hoodie smelled like him. faint weed,body spray, and now sex. you squeezed harder, curls tickling his jaw.

his face went back to that boring look. blank, almost indifferent, dark blue eyes half-lidded like he was already thinking three steps ahead. but you felt it.

the way his arms came around you slow, careful, one hand settling at the small of your back, the other cradling the back of your head like he didn’t want you to pull away. he didn’t say anything. didn’t need to. he loved every second of this with you.

you stayed like that for a beat—engine humming low, windows fogged, night pressing in—until the thought hit you harder.

“wait—what if it doesn’t work?” you pushed back just enough to look at his face, hands still looped around his neck. your brows furrowed, eyes searching his.

he sighed. like you’d asked a dumb question, but soft, no edge to it. jus patient. he rubbed slow circles on your lower back under the crop top, eyes flicking down to where his cum was still leaking slow between your thighs, then back up to meet your gaze.

“then we figure that out too,” he said quiet, voice low and even. “together.”

you blinked fast, throat tight. “you’d… really?”

he nodded once—simple, no hesitation. “yeah. whatever happens. happens— i’m not leavin’ you.” his thumb brushed your cheek again, wiping away nothing this time, just touching.

a small laugh slipped out of you—shaky, relieved. you leaned your forehead against his, curls falling forward to curtain both your faces.

“you’re gonna be a dad at like… twenty-something?” you whispered, half-joking, half-serious.

he huffed soft—almost a laugh—nose brushing yours, breath warm against your lips. his eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark blue steady in the dim dashboard light.

“i’m starting to think you want this.” he looked up at you, hands still on your hips, thumbs stroking slow.

you blinked, caught off guard. heat rushed back to your cheeks—different from the sex heat, more nervous, more real. you bit your bottom lip, curls falling forward to curtain half your face.

“maybe i do,” you admitted small, voice cracking a little. “a little. like… not right now, not like this, but—” you shrugged one shoulder, eyes dropping to where his hoodie was still bunched up, stained and messy from both of you. “the idea doesn’t scare me as much as it should. with you.”

he didn’t say anything right away. just watched you, expression blank like always, but his grip on your hips tightened—just a fraction, enough to feel protective. his thumbs kept moving, slow circles that felt like he was thinking hard.

“yeah?” he finally murmured, voice low. “you’d really want that? me as the dad?”

you nodded slow, fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie. “you’re… calm. steady. you don’t freak out. even when my brother was on the phone yelling, you didn’t lose it. you just… handled it.” you looked up at him again, lashes fluttering. “i’d want someone like that. someone who’d stay.”

he exhaled slow through his nose, eyes searching yours for a long beat. then he leaned in, forehead resting against yours again, curls mixing with his dark hair.

“i’d stay,” he said simple, quiet, like it was fact. “no question.”

your heart squeezed—hard. you wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, pulling him closer until your chests pressed together, heartbeat thumping against his.

“but we’re still getting the plan b,” you whispered against his ear, half-laughing. “i’m not tryna have a baby in the back of your car tonight.”

he huffed again. closer to a real laugh this time—arms sliding around your waist to hold you flush. “okay.” he kissed the side of your head softly. then pulled back just enough to look at you.

“okay let’s go to the pharmacy and then get you some food.”

his lashes fluttered as he looked up at you. your arms still around him, “okay.” you didn’t want to move—didn’t want the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his chest under your palms, to end. you wanted to stay like this forever, skin to skin, messy and close. “i wanna stay like this for a minute.”

his lashes fluttered as he looked up at you—slow blink, almost surprised, but no protest. your arms stayed looped around his neck, fingers playing absent with the soft hair at his nape. “okay.”

and you did.

you let your head drop to his shoulder, cheek pressed to the worn black hoodie that smelled like him. weed, body spray, sex, and now you. your breathing slowed, matching his. the car was quiet except for the faint tick of the cooling engine and the occasional distant car passing on the main road.

his nut still leaked slow from you, warm and sticky between your thighs, dripping onto his sweatpants where they bunched at his hips, but you didn’t care. didn’t move to fix it.

you knew he’d handle it. knew he’d take care of the mess, the plan b, whatever came next, without making you feel small about it.

he eased back against the seat careful, reclining it a little more so you could settle comfortably. one arm stayed wrapped around your lower back, hand splayed wide to keep you secure.

the other reached over, cracked the driver’s side window just an inch. cool night air slipping in, carrying the faint smell of pine and distant rain.

then he cut the engine completely. silence wrapped around you both, broken only by his soft, even breathing and the occasional rustle of your curls against his neck when you shifted in your sleep.

he didn’t sleep right away. just sat there. still inside the moment with you draped over him like you belonged there. his free hand came up slow, fingers threading gentle through your curls, stroking from root to tip in lazy, soothing motions.

he watched the way your lashes rested against your cheeks, the soft part of your lips, the way your body finally relaxed completely against his after everything.

minutes stretched. maybe ten, maybe twenty. he didn’t check the time. just let you rest, thumb brushing slow circles on your bare back under the crop top when you sighed in your sleep. his own breathing stayed steady, calm, even though his heart was still thumping harder than usual under your palm.

you stirred a little, moving closer without waking fully. he huffed soft again, almost a laugh.

he kissed the top of your head one more time, then let his own eyes close for a bit. not sleeping, just resting.

the pharmacy could wait another few minutes. the wings could wait. your brother’s texts, probably blowing up his phone by now could wait.

right now it was just this.

you asleep on his chest, safe in his arms, his cum still warm inside you, the night quiet around the car.

he’d wake you soon. get the plan b. get food. take you home. or back to his place if you asked.