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g8m · 9 days
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megumi reacting to the reader’s stretch marks and not knowing what they are? (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )ᯓᡣ𐭩
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╰﹕You glance down at your clueless boyfriend, Megumi, who was mindlessly kneading his slender fingers into your plush body while his head rested on your soft thigh. His blue gaze lingering on your stretch marks, which caused a hint of blush to color your cheeks.
Unbeknownst, Megumi was entirely unaware of what the stretch marks signified, having innocently assumed that you had obtained them in battle. Not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere you had created, asked softly, “Is something wrong?”
Feeling your gaze, Megumi looked up. The confusion in his mind only grew when he noticed your blush, not comprehending why it appeared. Instead of addressing your question directly, he blurted out, "Yeah, there's something wrong. You're… just so soft." The words coming out awkwardly.
His eyes widened in interest as your thighs parted slightly, revealing more of the mysterious marks on your inner thighs. His curiosity piqued, his brow furrowed as his fingers continued their journey along the stretch marks, their gentle caress exploring each line.
"What are these marks?" he asked, his tone soft as he traced along the lines with rough fingers.
"They're not from battle," he noted, his tone laced with a hint of concern. "They're beautiful, but… what are they from?" The confusion in his eyes was evident as he sought to understand the origins of these enigmatic marks, his genuine curiosity mingling with his admiration for you.
Megumi's eyes widened as you explained the nature of stretch marks, and he found himself even more confused. "So… it's when your body expands, yeah?" he asked, continuing to caress the marks gently, his touch soft and thoughtful.
He couldn't fathom why you considered such a natural part of your body as "ugly."
Curiosity growing, he carefully lifted his head, shifting to get a better look at your hips. "You have them there too?" he mumbled after you pointed them out, his intrigue deepening.
His gaze traced the contours of your body, searching for more of the delicate lines that marked your flesh.
Megumi couldn't help but marvel at your gorgeous body as he shifted to a more comfortable position on top of you. He gently massaged the plush areas of your body. His fingers continued their tender exploration, tracing the delicate lines on your hips.
"They're pretty. Why do you think they're ugly?" he asked softly, his blue eyes flicking up to meet yours with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.
The contrast between the softness of your skin and the firmness of his touch seemed to emphasize the beauty he saw in your stretch marks. The sincerity in his gaze and the tenderness in his voice underscored his genuine confusion as to why you might see them differently.
"I don't think they're ugly," he whispered, his tone firm and sincere. "They're a part of you, and I don't want you to ever feel that they're ugly."
Megumi's gaze remained locked on yours, the intensity in his blue eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings.
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g8m · 2 months
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⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈. ✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞.
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—★ ryu / he / 2004. ⋆⋆⋆ 20+ blog . smut and samu writer. requests & anons always welcome.
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g8m · 2 months
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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. megumi is fed up with everyone treating him like a kid and takes his frustrations out on you.
✦ tags. smut. 18+ megumi. no pronouns used. choking. dirty talk. hate sex.
Low growls from Megumi are mixed with your drawn out, breathy moans while he continues his relentless pace inside you. The muscles in his arms flexing when he grips the bedsheets beside your head.
His pretty, dark blue eyes flutter from how tight you feel around his cock, biting down on his lower lip to suppress a moan of his own.
He groans in frustration when you murmur the nickname everyone insists on calling him, "Gumi..."
"Say it," he hissed, the grip of his hands on the soft fabric tightening as his eyes glaze over again. His legs shift around yours so he sinks deeper, causing his words to come out as low growls. "Say my fucking name, I'm not some kind of brat," his tone cold still as he goes faster.
"M-Megumi," you gasp out after he changes the angle, causing his hard tip to bully against your g-spot over and over again. You arch your back in pure ecstasy, small hands moving to his grab onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself from moaning out too loud for his dorm mates to hear.
His strong chest heaves up and down with each shaky breath. Studying your face while trying not to react, but the feeling of your warm insides wrapped around him, clenching and unclenching to pull him in deeper was too intoxicating of a feeling for someone as inexperienced as himself.
"Always treating me like a fucking child." He bites out. Closing his eyes, the sound of your wet hole being abused loud in his ears. His hands move to grip your hips tightly, thrusting faster while his nails dig into your skin. "Now look who's in control."
You nod mindlessly along his words, lips quivering as you try to respond to him. “Mm—mhm!” you look up at him with big, teary eyes in hopes of your response being good enough.
He leans in closer to make sure you understand, resting on his elbows beside your pleading face. "That's right," Megumi whispered. His abs flex as he feels himself getting close already, causing his dominance over you to waver slightly.
His strong hands move from your hips to wrap around your throat, squeezing tightly.
"That's fucking right."
His breath hitches, eyes glazing over as he watches your tight body bounce up and down with each deep stroke. His pale muscles glisten with the thin layer of sweat that drips down his body. He starts to pant like a dog in heat, thrusting between every word to emphasize his anger.
"Take. It. Take. It." His grunting grows deeper as he continues to pump. He thrusts faster, faster, faster. Throbbing inside you, still trying to hold back his orgasm.
That was what he wanted you to understand. He wasn't some kind of little boy; he was in total control.
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