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Megumi who has no idea how to tell you that he loves you but makes sure to show you he does whenever he’s inside you.
His blue eyes locked onto yours as he hovers above you with your back pressed against his mattress and the warmth of his palm pushing both of your thighs to the side so he can still look at you while he spreads you apart.
The tip of his cock pink and eager as it prods against your entrance, already slightly leaking from just the sight of you— the way your lips part and your pupils bloom the harder he goes, both of you lost in how obediently your body responds to his. Velvet walls wrapped so tight around him as your voice dissolves into a broken little whimpers.
“You don’t even know, do you?” He breathes, still watching you intently— not wanting to miss even a second of how easily you come undone for him. “You really have no idea just how pretty you are like this.”
A telltale shade of pink brushes across your cheeks as you struggle to look back at him, your head falling to the side while he continues to worship you with taunting thrusts and gentle words.
But he doesn’t let you run from his praises— he never does. His fingers are warm as they trace along your jawline, attentively bringing your face back up to his. “You know what I like the most?” He whispers, placing a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth.
You can’t help the noise that escapes you as your eyes meet his again— dizzy and dazed and completely consumed by how devastatingly deep he suddenly is. His thrusts only getting heavier and more fervent as your nails dig into his forearm and his name spills out of you like muscle memory.
“It’s the way you look at me,” he groans, hips snapping to meet yours as he pushes even further this time, hitting spots that belong solely to him. Spots that you never even knew existed until you met him. “It’s the way you trust me to be—” he moans, mouth dropping open at how tight you’re holding him. “to be this fucking deep, baby. Oh… my— god.”
Your breath catches in your throat as he finally bottoms out, holding you in place so that you can both feel every blissful inch of him buried inside you.
You whine, thighs trembling under his grasp as you writhe beneath him, unintentionally grinding against him in a way that only amplifies the feeling more. You can hardly breathe. Hardly think. Your thoughts stolen entirely by how overwhelming full you are.
“I—” you struggle, tears wetting your lashes as you continue to involuntarily rock against him. The space between you now filled with nothing but heady little noises that neither one of you can control. “I can— feel you… everywhere.”
He stills, forehead rested against yours as his eyes quietly trail over you. The weight of your words suddenly pressing into his ribs the longer he looks at you because god damn, it’s written all over your face. The trust. The intimacy. The way you let him have you in every single way imaginable without question.
He knows that you feel it too. Knows that “everywhere” extends so far beyond sex and this moment. It’s the thought that wakes him up in the middle of the night. The thing he almost says but doesn’t every time he kisses you goodbye. The three words that should be so easy to say but are so terrifying when you’ve never actually been shown what they mean.
There’s a beat of silence before he kisses you again— slow and soft and painfully real this time as his rhythm gradually returns. Thrusting into you with the intensity of everything he can’t quite admit yet, hips stuttering as your walls spasm and clench around him. Drowning in all of the pretty little moans that you let out just for him.
“I feel you everywhere too,” he pants, his grip on you tightening when he finally caves and lets go completely— fucking his release into you with purpose and a promise,“Everywhere and… always.”
