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Megumi is so sick of you right now.
You’re pouting, with your little sighs and mournful groans as you lean against his sofa, your blue sleep shorts riding dangerously high as you drape your leg over his thigh. You’re pouting as you play with your food, picking at the pink icing of the cake slice before making a face at it, mumbling how it resembles Itadori’s hair; which is baffling since you’re the one who picked it out from the cake shop.
You’re pouting over a boy on Valentine’s day.
“But you don’t understand, Megumi” you let out a childish whine, your arms flailing in the air. “Do you even know how long I waited? How utterly humiliated I was?”
He sips at the can of coke and eyes the clock; he was waiting a long time too. Longer than he should have because he knows for a fact that both Itadori and Kugisaki were finished with their work an hour ago. “I understand.”
It’s a flurry of limbs and within a second, you’re on all fours, leaning in impossibly close as you inch your face closer to his. “Gumi, do you have any nice friends?”
“Itadori and Kugisaki are nice.”
“I can’t go on a date with them.” your lips form into a soft pout and Megumi forces himself to relax. “Maybe I should just give up on dating altogether,”
You’re alone at Megumi’s place after dark and you’re pouting about not finding a decent date. He drains the rest of his drink and watches the way the aluminium can scrunches beneath his fingers. You haven’t mentioned the letter yet, and it pisses him off all the more. “You didn’t get any confessions at work today?”
“Not at work, but there was a letter in my mailbox actually.”
“And..?”
“And what?” You give a little shrug of your shoulders. “They didn’t even leave a name. If they’re not serious about me, what am I supposed to do?”
He casts you a sidelong glance. You’re already staring at him openly and it takes him a second too long to school his face back to nonchalance. “What are you looking at?”
“You’re really pretty, you know that?” He bristles at the comment. Of course you had said it harmlessly, just in passing but it frustrates him all the more. It makes him hate himself and he’s positively spiteful because he knows that’s probably the reason why you never even considered him to be a potential date in the first place. “Pretty and nice; can’t believe you’re still single.”
You couldn't believe he was still single? You couldn’t believe that after countless years of following you around on your impulsive shopping trips or tagging along ‘as a friend’ whenever you wanted to go out to the movies maybe he wasn’t just being nice? You really couldn’t believe that maybe he actually had a reason?
“God, you’re so stupid,” Megumi can’t help the way his lips curl into a snarl as he looks at you, can’t help but ignore the way you splutter indignantly, a protest on the tip of your tongue about how you’re not stupid or dumb as he says. “Do you even look properly or are you only capable of finding assholes who don’t know how to treat you right?”
“Megumi what—“ You furrow your eyebrows, shifting back on the sofa at his sudden change in demeanour. “What are you saying?“
“You don’t know?” he scoffs. His words are harsh and bitter. It’s hard to calm down right now, it’s hard to forget your blatant disregard for his feelings when you probably haven’t even given him a second thought. It’s hard to not grab you by your wrist to pull you forward until you’re sitting on his lap, your body flush against his. It’s even harder for him to not rock up against the softness of your body, to not feel the soft warmth of the juncture of your thighs against his cock through the flimsy layers. “Shit—you feel good,”
“M–Megumi, I don’t—I don’t—” your pupils are blown wide, hands grabbing at his shoulder, creeping slowly to travel to the skin of his shoulder blades. “We’re friends, Megs. Friends don’t do this, friends don’t—”
“Yeah?” His hand trails over the swell of your ass, squeezing and palming at the flesh before he gives a mean roll of his hips. He lets out a breathy chuckle at the way your body jerks suddenly, a squeal catching in the back of your throat “Guess we’re not friends anymore.”
It’s fascinating the way your lip trembles; the way tears pool at the corner of your eyes and that amidst all this, your hips slowly rock back and forth over his hardness. His lip twitches, canines flashing as he leans forward to catch your lower lips in between his own, nibbling on the softness before biting down to hear you squeal once more.
“Megumi..” his name is a sigh on your lips, breath fanning across his cheekbones as you lean forward until he can feel the outline of your breasts. Your tongue darts out, swiping across your bottom lip before you suck it into your mouth and he can’t help but force your mouth open, pushing two fingers inside. Your tongue is warm. It’s warm and wet and slippery when it flicks against his fingers. He presses against your wet muscle a fraction more firmly and you let out a moan in protest.
“Still think I look pretty?” He’s being mean, he knows that but it’s hard to stop when you look so pretty crying up at him, tears clinging to your lashes as saliva coats his fingers. His voice is a murmur against your jaw. “You should take a good look at yourself,”
His hand is hot even through the layers of clothing you have on. It makes everything more sensitive, and you can’t help but arch into his touch as a hand comes up to cup at your tits, squeezing them roughly until he can feel the nipples through the shirt. The top is very well-loved, the material threadbare and soft. It makes him want to see how sheer it can get if he stretches it enough, and within seconds he’s bunching the fabric at the small of your back to watch the way the shirt moulds against your tits, nipples peaked and aching for attention. His mouth is relentless, sucking against the buds through the cloth until it’s wet and practically see-through. It makes you shiver, hands sliding up from his shoulders to his head, pulling at his hair. It makes him moan into your tits, and he bites down against it as his hips buck up to grind against yours.
“Always so fucking needy, aren’t you?” his fingers brush against the hem of your shorts and it makes your heart stutter, makes you wetter with your slick saturating through the material of your shorts as your hips rotate in a full circle over his erection. It’s easy enough for him to slip his hand in and come into contact with your naked cunt, fingers skirting over your pussy lips to graze slightly over your clit. It’s barely there but it makes you clench all the same, a low whine slipping out as you tilt your hips to try and chase his fingers. “Always looking for attention, but never in the right place.”
Your head spins. It’s hard to concentrate on anything properly when he whispers in your ear like that, teeth grazing the sensitive shell of your ear before laving it with kisses. How long as he thought about this? How long as he thought about you like this? The thought makes you a little breathless, a little giddy and you can’t help but feel a little annoyed at yourself. After all, who knows how much time you had wasted already? It prompts you to grab ahold of his shirt, slipping your own palms underneath to feel the wide expanse of hard muscle and hot skin. His stomach flexes underneath your fingers as you trace over the ridges of his abdomen and you can’t help but mewl, shifting your hips even closer to his as you feel his hand pinch at your inner thigh.
“You want something? Gonna beg for it, huh?” his fingers slide along your folds, slick with your arousal. A finger nudges along your clit for a second before it’s gone. If Megumi was a lesser man, he would have laughed at the way you sob into his shoulder, his hips shallowly rocking over his cock, mumbling ‘please megumi, it’s not enough’.
And he knows it. It’s definitely not enough for him, and it probably never will be because even though you want him now, even though you’re desperately grinding against him for his fingers and his cock, he won’t forgive you for overlooking him all these years. Not just yet, at least.
“‘Gumi—‘Gumi please—I can’t—”
“That’s enough,” he exhales loudly with a pained groan. Megumi’s grip on your hips is hard, fingers digging into the flesh as he drags you off him. You watch, transfixed as he shucks his pants, and his boxers come into view. It doesn’t stay for long, and within seconds, he’s pushed them down to lay helplessly at his ankles, cock erect and flushed at the tip, leaking pre-cum. Saliva floods your mouth and you squeeze your thighs together as his hand flies to his thick length, thumbing at the tip before stoking down slowly, almost teasingly. You’re tempted to follow his hand with your tongue, to press a kiss to the weeping slit so you can hear him give a strained cry of your name.
“‘Gumi?” your drop to your knees, and inch closer until you can hear the the obscene squelch as he fucks his fist lazily, letting it slap against the hard planes of his abdomen every now and then. The action makes your water, makes you a little restless as you try and shuffle closer to admire the vein that runs along the underside of his cock. “Do you need help?”
His eyes are hooded as he takes you in. A hand reaches out to caress your cheek before his fingers grip at your harshly jaw and forces you to come closer. “Do a good job, yeah? Maybe then I’ll let you cum.”