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m-ayo-o · 5 months

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hi i really love your work 🥹 if the emoji event's still open may i humbly request 🍒🐱💜......

tytyty yes... wrote this one too quick oops :s emoji event : 🍒🐱💜 18+ virgin kitty reader x 21+ megumi -toy use, squirting, breeding.. don't even.. look at me. bye hybrid fics

"For a pretty little kitty, you sure are curious, hm?"

Your owner strokes your soft ears as you gently paw at his crotch, perching between his spread legs.

"Kitty, baby, you know you can't touch me there," he chastises, making you pause momentarily, only to start up your soft massaging again when his attention returns to his book.

Then he feels something warmer.. and wetter.

He lets out a little sigh, watching you kiss and lick him through his shorts, putting down his book to give you his full attention.

"Is it really that time of the month already?"

You nod, batting your lashes, as if you could convince him to give you what you really need.

"We can get those toys you like- the ones in your dresser, ok?"

He instructs you to go and get them, to use them on yourself like usual.

"I want owner... to do it..." you plead between your kitten licks.

"Baby, I can't-" he's explained this to you before. Good owners don't do things like that with their darling kitty girls.

"But-but... I need it..."

He knows it's only natural for his feline sweetheart to want this. But giving you what you want would be crossing a certain line.

"Owner, it hurts," you look so endearing you're going to break his heart.

"Where- does it hurt, princess?"

You take one hand and stroke down between your legs.

"I-it feels so hot.. w-won't stop.."

Your voice is making him weak. You can tell by the look in his eyes.

His hand snakes into your hair and you swear he's about to pull you closer, but he only strokes behind your ear instead.

"Baby, get the toys." He says firmly.

"Will owner- at least do it with me?"

"Mm, I'll hold your hand."

"Doing so well," his voice is so soft and calm as he slots the dildo further inside you, "keep taking it, baby."

He couldn't just sit there and watch you struggle, so hand holding quickly turned into kissing- which he sometimes allows- then he finally took the toy from you and said that he could do it better.

He gets it fully inside you, starting to fuck your pretty kitty pussy with his free hand gently placed over your neck, where you're splayed out on the bed with your collar on.

"Megumi.. d-doesn't feel right-" you tell him with a sniffle, "'s- 's too cold, and.. not deep enough."

He closes his eyes now. He wishes he could block out your cute voice, too. But he can't. So he listens to you whimper and complain that the dildo isn't good enough, how you're still needy for more, and how badly you want him.

"Megumi, I, I know you're bigger.." your eyes drift to the swell his shorts are failing to conceal.

"Know you would feel better, ple-"

You're cut off by a firm hand over your mouth. His other pulls out the toy, leaving your pussy gaping and wet.

"Baby," his breathing has got all heavy. He sounds a bit scary. "Baby, you can't do this to me."

He bites his lip. He knows he shouldn't take it out on you.

"The way you're begging is making me..." he looks down at his boner that's about to slip out any second, "crazy."

"m-mmh-mm"

He knows nobody has ever touched you there before, aside from the toys you use to keep your urges at bay. But nobody has gone inside with their fingers, their tongue... or cock.

"You want it that badly?"

You nod, a little nervously.

He pulls down his shorts and your eyes go wide.

"ff-- mmh- mmm-!"

"Baby, shh, please," you watch him tug himself a few times, "it's already hard enough, don't make it any worse."

He warns you, then releases your mouth. You take in little gasps, watching him get in position, lifting your legs up by the back of your knees.

"Just be a good kitty," he places the tip of his cock on you now, for the first time, "lie still and let me... let me take care of you."

Even though you had a dildo in you moments ago, it really is no comparison to the real thing; to Megumi. He's so much thicker, he has to work you open slowly, making you let out little pained whimpers and scratch at his arms.

"It's gonna be ok, it's ok, when I get inside- ugh, it's gonna feel so good, baby, trust me."

He comforts you and slides in inch by inch, fucking you slow and steady, until his body is flush with yours.

"That's it," he looks down, stroking gently at your stomach, "do you feel full now?"

"Uh huh" you nod, looking a little pained.

He intended to stay still for longer, but he just has to move, he has to feel you work up and down his shaft until you start sobbing.

"S-sorry- baby, feels too good... I can't stop now-" his voice is deep and breathy. You watch lust take over his body and he pushes you hard into the mattress, pressing your legs back to get closer.

"A-ahh!!!"

"Said you wanted it- deeper.."

You can feel every inch of him now, stinging right at the back, then sliding in and out, slowly, nudging a sensitive spot in your core, then slipping through your entrance. He was right, you're so glad you trust your kind owner- it's starting to feel amazing.

"W-warm- soo warm, so- so-"

You can't articulate how you feel. It's hard to describe. You feel wetter than you ever have, paired with this deep, humming heat that builds with his every thrust and erotic groan. You've never heard him like this before, and it's making you fall more in love with your perfect owner by the second.

"M-Megumi feels- feels like I, I'm gonna- gonna- ah!"

He looks nearly as surprised as you, feeling your gushing, warm juices all over his lower stomach and pelvis.

"Baby, shit- you fucking squirted for me- oh, that's-" he's never seen a girl do this before, "so fucking hot"

"Megumi- owner, owner, you- you feel harder, oh, oh my god- it, it feels too big-!"

"Yeah, that's 'cause- I'm gonna cum now-"

He groans and fills you deep and hard, pressing your knees right to the mattress next to your ears, his movements getting slow and sensual till he's resting his spent body on one arm.

"Fuck-" your chests press together so close, you can feel each other's racing hearts. And he pulls out so slow, watching you drip and spill all the gooey liquid he put there.

"Princess, you need to hurry and clean up or-"

"Will I have your babies?" You voice is suddenly bright and filled with excitement as you pull him in again.

"I think your birth control works.. quite well. But- I don't know-"

"Sh-should we do it again? So I can have your babies, inside me?"

"No, no, princess, you don't want- mm!"

You pull him into a kiss, getting his tip inside you again, making his eyes roll back with another deep groan.

"Fuck- really? You want it again?"

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i think this event is now closed unless anyone has any particularly amazing megumi req combos :3 tysm

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asthevermincrawls · 1 month

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#inspired by my mom mentioning that a book was published in 1977 and then looking like me like i was an insane person when i was like #''thats the year smallpox was eradicated!''#which i only remembered because it happens to also be the year gerard way was born. the two events are inextricably linked in my mind #everyone is familiar with the date of the last naturally occurring case of smallpox‚ right?#mcr #a.txt #100+#500

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dyoungs · 3 months

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prompt one - idol and era scoups during left and right era for anon

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kimsuyeon · 4 months

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prompt one - idol and era nayeon during set me free era for @mimisamo - cr., cr.

#002 #nayeon #im nayeon #twice #dailytwice #ggnet #femaleidol #femaleidolsedit #idolady #kgoddesses #useroro #userdahyun #*500 event #mg:twice #m:nayeon #003 #*500

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jeonghan-yoons · 10 months

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wonwoo × boyfriend fits for @jeonwon-wonwoo

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mangocustard16 · 28 days

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instagram stories 📷 choi seungcheol

genre fluff, smau pairing seungcheol x gn reader word count none warnings none

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idyllcy · 5 months

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easter lillies

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summary: you thought he wasn't too big on the soulmate thing.

"OW," You hiss as you jolt awake, a sting in your ribs. A flurry of flowers blooms where your soulmate's wound was, making you grimace as you look in your mirror. It's the fifth bruise this week. It really makes you wonder what kind of nonsense your soulmate was up to. It was almost as if they were one of those vigilantes your friends were screaming over. To be fair, you like them too, and he was technically one before.

You like them a normal amount... whatever the hell that means.

You pop a painkiller as you go back to sleep, the rest of your night going undisturbed.

You wake up with seven more flowers sewn across your upper back. But you've grown used to it, the flowers all treated as some tattoo on your skin, your skin showing where it needs to be, hidden where you don't want it shown. You would prefer that your soulmate didn't have bruises all over his skin, but it made him easier to identify. Well, it made you easier to identify. The flowers all over your skin are more eye-catching than any clothes you wear.

The flowers have been a part of you for as long as you can remember.

At seven, you shrieked when you woke up with flowers all over your legs and skin, sobbing as your parents tried explaining that it was just marks from your soulmate's skin and not some magical demon who had tattooed flowers all over your body.

Somewhere on your soulmate, they have a red flower on their ring finger, a mole you grew up with.

"Iced latte with oat milk!"

You reach for the cup, pressing the cup to your lips as you head off.

You hiss as a flower blooms on your finger. Seriously? A papercut?

You grimace, exhaling slowly as you press the coffee back to your lips, agitated.

Truth was, you knew who your soulmate was. He was a dead man. Your mother brought home a photo of a young boy around your age, Bruce Wayne's second son, an autopsy done on his body, scars matching your flowers, and you begged her to see him. His funeral wasn't open to the public, but you had shown them the flowers all over your body and how you heard his body was wounded beyond repair, and then finally the autopsy scar you had on your own body, and they let you in. You didn't feel sad that he died. You didn't know him.

but you mourned over what the two of you could have been.

just.

a little.

You didn't ask for anything from Bruce, just a couple of moments to stare at him through the open coffin, checking his ring finger for your red flower, expression falling when you remembered how many flowers were scattered across your body. His name was Jason— Bruce told you. He liked reading books and talking to his teachers, he liked tinkering with cars and his older brother. You were told everything about the boy, his diary given to you as a memorial.

"Jason would have wanted you to have this." Bruce had said.

You doubt Bruce would have given it to you had he known Jason was documenting all of his adventures as Robin in it. You didn't tell Bruce, you didn't tell your parents, you didn't tell anyone. The boy was dead and you knew it.

At seventeen on a random morning, a new flower bloomed around your ankle. A green one on your heart, and a blue one on your ankle.

You would have passed it off as an error in the universe had you not been screaming in pain when the green one bloomed. You were rushed to the hospital and sedated in tears, the burn too much for you. When you woke up, a blue one on your ankle had formed too, and you were told that your soulmate must be alive. Whether it be from this universe or another, your soulmate was back.

It made you sick to no end.

That meant that Jason, that poor boy, was resurrected like some science experiment.

Nowadays, you spend your time sorting through papers in Bruce's company, drinking expensive coffee, working a job that you got through connections. Bruce had given it to you without second thought. No one likes sorting through legal documents and risking getting fired because of a single mistake without some sort of insurance. You just wanted a house to live in. You get bored these days. Sometimes when you see a worker's soulmate visit them, you wonder what it would be like if Jason were still alive.

Well, alive legally.

It's kind of hard to find a man that's legally dead but technically alive.

Bruce hasn't told you shit either, and according to Jason's diary... he probably wouldn't tell you anything unless you dragged yourself down to the Batcave yourself.

and that? you don't plan on.

You settle with working on papers until it's 5, pausing when you notice something that definitely did not belong with the rest of the pile. You don't want to know what the paper was doing in a pile of business documents, but it's not your problem. You should probably get them to Bruce.

You find the rest of the document in the pile and mumble to yourself, dialing the home phone.

"Hello?"

"Alfred." You exhale in relief. "Bruce left um... papers in the office that don't belong here and I don't think they can be shredded... could I send it to the mansion right now?"

"Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"Oh, no. I'll head home after, but I appreciate the thought." You smile. "I'll head over right now."

"I shall bring you some cookies, then."

"Oh... I won't say no to that." You laugh. "See you in twenty."

In retrospect, showing up to Wayne Manor right before sunset was probably not the smartest thing you've ever done, but it isn't exactly the worst thing you've done either. You ring the doorbell and blink in surprise at the sight of... who is this?

"You are?"

"I'm here to hand Alfred some personal files that Bruce got mixed up into the business ones." You tilt your head. "You are?"

"Just call me Jay." He nods. "Alfred's in the kitchen. Should I take you there?"

"Please do." You nod.

"So who are you?"

"Um, I sort through files in the office. Are you one of Bruce's kids?"

"You're really close with the old man, huh?"

"Not really." You mumble. "You use the connections you have in life when you get lazy."

"Why not just have him fund you?"

"I'm not holding his dead son over his head for something like that." You grumble. "How are you related to him?"

The man's lip quirks up in amusement. "I'm one of his dead sons."

"One? He has more than one dead son?"

He shrugs. "Alfred. The little aide is here."

"My apologies for not greeting you at the door. I shall take the papers from you." He nods. "Here are your cookies."

"Thank you, Alfred." You smile.

"Master Jason, could you take them back?"

You freeze, staring up at him. "You're Jason?"

"In the flesh." He smiles. "Nice meeting you, soulmate."

You blink at him slowly. "Wow, for a zombie, you look real good."

"Thank you."

"If someone sleeps with you, does that make it necrophilia?"

"I wouldn't go that far, doll." Jason raises a brow at you.

You shrug. "Thank you, Alfred. I'll get going now."

"Will we see you around?"

"Not unless Bruce gets his papers messed up again."

Jason sends you out, but neither of you really talk to each other. He doesn't ask, so you don't give. Besides, it's not as if you could date someone... dead, or something. You're not quite sure what to make of Jason. Well, not like you had to live with him. If your soulmate died once, you're sure you can live another day without seeing him.

Except he can't.

You wake up at 2 with a giant flower in your stomach area, and you shove a painkiller down your throat, heaving as you down as much water as possible to try and speed up the pill's effect, your head spinning. Jason probably got stabbed or something. You don't want to know, but you find that you don't have much of a choice when Dick shows up at your door with Jason in his arms, and you grimace.

"Sorry for abusing your care, but—"

"If I had a dime for each time I've had to wrap up a bleeding man, I'd be as rich as B." You grumble. "What is it this time? Does he need stitches? Is the mansion too far?"

"Too far."

"I'm fine." Jason coughs. "I can make it back."

"Yeah, with a wound like that? I think the fuck not." You wince as you peel his jacket off, revealing a large gash. "I thought you wore armor?"

"Stabbed through. Human inventions do nothing against foreign forces." Dick mumbles, finding your kit.

You catch as Dick tosses you the first aid kit. "You're paying rent for me this month." You deadpan, resting Jason on your knees as you sterilize a needle. "Any pieces inside the wound?"

"Nothing."

"Scream if you need to." You start on the wound, making haste as Jason throws his head back, gasping as you pierce through his skin to sew it back together. The feeling has long been normalized in your skin as you finish and tie the thread. You wrap the wound, helping Jason sit up when you're done. You look up at Dick, and he sighs.

"We'll cover costs for this month."

"Thank you." You get up. "Anything else?"

"B said you can skip work for the rest of the week." He pauses.

Right. It's not like B would tell it to your face, but his kids were not slick when it came to crashing your place to get wounds fixed up. You don't know how the word got to them that you had taken a mock-surgery class in high school, but they did not spare you when it came to wound dressing. You don't even know how Robin had managed to find your address when you moved out. Sure, Dick was older than Jason and probably found out somehow, but Robin? Seriously?

"Alright. Now get out."

"What would your coworkers think if they saw you like this?"

"Um... I don't care." You smile. "out."

"Jaybird, aren't you glad your soulmate knows how to close wounds?" Dick sighs. "We're crashing the couch."

"Then don't be loud." You give him a thumbs up. "I'm sleeping. The wound hurts."

"Will do." He nods.

You lock your door as you go back to bed, turning off your alarms as your back hits the mattress, knocking out.

The sun hits your eyes in the morning when you wake, and the smell of butter flutters through the room as you sit up, slightly confused before remembering Dick brought Jason to your apartment last night. You appreciate that they at least get rid of the suits before knocking on your door. Besides, you think Dick only brought Jason to you and not a safehouse was because you're his soulmate. Soulmates be dammed, you want at least one week where you aren't patching up someone from the Waynes unmasked.

"Good morning." You mumble.

"Morning." Jason nods. "I made breakfast as a thank you."

"Thank you." You mumble. "You'll need a couple of days with a wound like that."

"Did it hurt?"

You raise a brow at him, pressing your mug to your lips.

"What?"

"The wound."

"No. It didn't." You deadpan. "No shit, of course it did."

"I saw... painkillers scattered across the apartment."

"Yeah." You answer him as if it's the most normal thing in the world. It isn't. It's not supposed to be. Jason knows that much. It's not. You know it too. No average person has painkillers scattered across the apartment like decoration. "Why?"

"Is it because I get injured so much?"

You snort.

"No. It's obviously because I got beat to death by a crowbar and had to get sent to the hospital because I didn't die from it, I only felt every single wound inflicted on my body and had to live with it since I'm immortal and all." You roll your eyes. "Oh, not to mention that I frequent the hospital so much that the workers there all know me by name. Oh, don't even get me started on how the pharmacists don't even need me to hand them a prescription anymore. And!!! I'm not even going to think about the fact that almost every inch of my body has been covered in flowers at some point. Though, the autopsy pattern is a great conversation starter at raves." You trail off.

Jason's eyes trail down to your stomach peeking through your shirt.

The guilt. The guilt eats him alive.

"Can we start over?" He blinks slowly. "I... I'm sorry."

"If you're really sorry, you can pull out of the vigilante business." You shrug. "I don't want a sorry. I want less tattoos and less painkillers consumed."

"You seem used to this."

"I woke up with twelve flowers across my back when I turned seven." You pause. "since then, it's been normal to wake up with a couple of new ones... save for the years you were dead."

"Ah." Jason blinks slowly. "I'm sorry. I can't stop."

"I know." You mumble. "Just... stay safe."

"I'll keep that in mind."

But it bites you in the ass as more flowers bloom across your skin, even if they're no longer painful. Small bruises, doses of pain that you've grown used to, doses of pain that no longer affect how your day goes, doses of pain that no longer matter to you. You appreciate that he isn't breaking bones anymore. You sleep through the night much more these days.

But you don't see Jason.

You wonder...

nope. not possible.

WRONG!

You tilt your head as Dick smiles sheepishly at your door again. This time, he's the one bleeding.

"Sorry, too far away from the mansion, and Dickhead insisted on visiting." Jason explains. "He's not dying. He just needs some ice."

"You'd think he's impossible to be harmed, huh?" You let the two in. "So? Are you leaving by car?"

"We'll figure it out."

You lay Dick on the couch as you wince at the bruises on his body. "You must really hate your soulmate."

"She hates me too. We're even." Dick smiles.

"I don't doubt that." You mumble. "Seriously." You dress his wound, sighing.

There's an elephant in the room. Now you forgot whether or not Dick knows you know he's Nightwing.

Maybe he does..? You don't remember, and you're too tired to ask.

"I'm kicking you out after this."

"You let us stay when Jaybird was hurt but not when I am?" Dick gasps in faux offense.

"You're not my soulmate. Shoo."

Dick sighs dramatically as Jason takes him out, and you toss Jason your car keys.

"Drive him back."

"Will do. I'll get it back to you tomorrow."

"Take your time. I don't need to get anywhere anyway."

Jason is... strange. You're not used to his presence around you.

He drops by your place with every single excuse in the book— he's got a bruise, he's out of eggs, he's hungry, he got a free drink from the store and thought of you. You don't know. Quite frankly, the fact that Jason dropped by so often was concerning. What the hell was he even doing? You thought he didn't like soulmates.

"I brought—"

"I set the table already." You sigh, letting him in. "I thought you didn't like soulmates?"

"It may have..." Jason goes quiet, last word coming out as incoherent mumble.

"Hm?"

"May have grown on me." He whispers.

You blink at him slowly, eyes wide as you stop to stare at him.

"What."

"The whole... soulmates thing." He swallows, suddenly feeling shy. "Grew on me."

Your cheeks grow warm as you stare at him with wide eyes, heart racing in your chest. "It grew on you?"

"It grew on me."

"Yeah?"

Jason smiles. "So I'd like to..."

"Better be worth it, corpse boy."

"I promise." Jason whispers. "I promise."

#jason todd x reader #jason x reader #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #jason todd imagine #fighting for my life i finally finished 1/4 requests from 500 #☾.events #☾.fics

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lilacnini · 2 months

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𐙚 · kissing your tears away | lilacnini 500 special event

₊˚⊹ notes ~ bf!jay x fem!reader ⋆⭒ warnings: kisses, reader crying, petname ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 word count: 200+ ꩜⋆ ˚｡⋆˚ genre: fluff, drabble, comfort | AN: list 3, prompt 13/14 requested by @yenqa!!! (this is so cute omg) | LIBRARY FOR MORE...

YOU SIT ON THE WORN-OUT couch by the window, the rain taps gently against the glass, mirroring the tears that trickle down your cheeks. soon, jay enters the room, his presence a comforting warmth in the dimly lit space. he sits next to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as tears stream down your face.

"what's wrong, my angel?" he whispers, his voice soft and gentle.

"i just feel like crying.." you sniffled. he nods quietly respecting your answer, while letting a quiet hum. you bury your face in the crook of his shoulder as you felt his warm lips gently pressing against your forehead. your tears ran down your cheek while staining the fabric of his shirt. but jay didn't mind. he holds you tighter, offering you more comfort.

as the tears fall, jay brushes his thumb against your cheek, wiping each tear away. you felt his lips find their way to your tear-stained cheeks, kissing away the salty droplets that cling to your skin.

"it's okay," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "i'm here for you, always. let it all out." feeling his warmth against your skin, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to calm yourself down. sometimes you wonder how you would survive without jay.

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pearlcaddy · 1 year

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anthony lockwood + the hand slide

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m-ayo-o · 5 months

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sstop it Megumi being a perv?? he would never...but also emoji event : 🐰😖💜 18+ bunny!reader x 21+ perv!megumi -masturbation, sex, marking, creampiee hybrid fics

EMOJI EVENT: CLOSED (but feel free to send any super cute/gross megumi reqs anytime !!) this has been so fun <3

It's not up for debate. Megumi is obsessed with you.

Every day when he returns home from work, his pretty bunny is waiting.

You must know how cute you are, with those expressive ears, that snowy tail that wiggles when you're excited. Your nose is a human feature, but it still twitches like a bunny's when you're feeling content and cosy. And you're so snuggly and warm and loving, you make him feel...

Disgusted.

With himself.

That he's got a rock hard boner stuffed in his shorts, all because you're on the living room carpet on all fours, bending over in your pretty dress.

You're trying to fix the TV or something.

Whatever you're doing, the way he can see the outline of you through your panties is making him want to grab you by the neck and mount you.

Although you're the one who's part bunny, sometimes he feels like the animal.

He could just slip your panties down...

"Megumi, it's not turning on!"

...and get his hands on you.

"What's that, princess?"

"I think it's broken" you huff and pout. God, you're so adorable.

He convinces you to keep trying, only to see the way your dress lifts so teasingly, your little bunny tail flicking around, and to see that lacy thong pull up between your ass cheeks. Then when you bend and reach a little further...he can see your panties clinging to your perfect little pussy and he swears he's gonna lose it.

"Yeah, just reach around the back baby, you got it."

He keeps encouraging you, and he keeps staring. With his hand slowly, absentmindedly starting to stroke his erection through his shorts.

It's not wrong. You are his after all.

"Megumiiii help!!"

Your whining voice makes his cock twitch in his hand..which is now buried in his shorts, jerking himself up and down.

"Baby- just check the socket"

You sigh and keep trying. You're so obedient, he can't help but take advantage of you sometimes.

But now he needs to help you, like you asked, so he gets up nice and close behind you to see what you're doing.

"Oh, th-thank you, Megumi"

But you shouldn't be thanking him. Not with the way he's slipping his cock over you, then pulling your panties aside.

"Megumi-!! W-wait!"

You make him feel so hot. He feels a little ashamed of what he's doing to you. But not enough to stop.

"Baby, bunny, I'm sorry.. your owner needs you.."

And in turn, his voice makes you relaxed and wet, when he coos in your ear and spreads your pussy open.

So you let him take you till you're full and oozing with his cum, with bite marks all over your shoulders and back where he ripped your dress open.

And when he's done pumping and squirting his load, he pulls away with a long groan, seeing what he's done to you.

"Fuck, I-" he's about to apologise again, for his filthy behaviour, until you turn to him with a pretty smile on your face and pull him down to lie on top of you on the fluffy carpet.

"Baby, I'm so.." he sighs, scrunching up his nose with a little grimace, "next time just-"

"Push you off? Make you stop?"

You blink up at him, eyes wide and pretty with your ears flopping down.

"I couldn't... even if I wanted to."

And he knows then, when you're nuzzling into his neck, pulling him in for another round, that he could never do anything bad to you. He doesn't need to be sorry.

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#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #female reader #megumi fushiguro #18+ content #megumi x reader #megumi smut #megumi imagine #megumi <3 #tw: sex #emoji event #500 followers event #magic.events⋆⁺#🐰😖💜

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