Megumi Fushiguro — JJK

it was a lovely day for napping. Megumi was laying down under a window in his favourite sun spot, his black wolf tail swaying behind him hypnotically. the front door to Satoru's apartment with a gentleness that surely wasn't his owner Satoru, right? in came, infact, Satoru Gojo— his owner. and behind him was… someone? curious ears twisted from behind Gojo, and a completey new scent filled Megumi's nose. a… new hybrid. no, I couldn't be. but it was. Satoru grinned and gently pushed you forward to say hello to Megumi. you pin your ears back and wave gently, shyly. Megumi's everything stops at once. that's his.

it's been a week in your new home. you lay in a peaceful slumber in your bed, tail swishing behind you in your sleep. your door opens gently and you stir— Megumi. like it has been for the past three days. without asking, he picks you up and over his shoulder. you whine, wanting to go back to sleep, but Megumi gently places you in his sunspot with him, holding you close to his chest. he breathes you in— and smells somthin odd. your scent… it's different. and he doesn't like it. he rubs his face all over you neck, the source of the invading scent, then bites the back of your neck. you squeak. every bite is a mark— mine. mine. mine. he licks at the back of your ears, wrapping his tail around you. "where were you?" he snarls.