[bunnigumi]

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[girlgirlboobies]

yeah im a real fuckin pervert,,,, i like being,, c,, ccuddlled,,,, and,,,, kiisseddd >////////<

[sadistbigbrother-deactivated202]

Holding your little sister's hand and whispering words of praise as she sinks down into your cock for the first time

[confessionsandcreampies-deactiv]

megumi with a dacryphilia kink would include…

he doesn’t say it out loud, but you notice that every time your breath hitches, every time your eyes gloss over, he fucks you deeper, slower, meaner.

the first time you tear up during sex (maybe it’s your third orgasm, maybe it’s the way he’s whispering in your ear, “you’re so good for me…”) he stares.

his rhythm stutters. he groans like you moaned his name into his soul. and he whispers, “are you crying for me, baby?”

he gets so soft and dark when you cry. not mockery. not cruelty. but pure obsession.

thumb swiping under your eye to catch a tear, then pressing it to your lips with a smirk. “c’mon, don’t hide those tears. they look so fucking pretty.”

he grips your hips tighter when you whimper. “you’re doing so well, even like this. still letting me fuck you even while you cry.”

talks you through every single one. his voice is calm and intimate. like he’s reading you bedtime stories in hell. “it’s okay, cry it out.” - “i’ve got you.” - “let me see how good i make you feel.”

the overstimulation? oh, it’s intentional.

he knows exactly what he’s doing. the fingers don’t stop. the thrusts don’t slow.

he wants you broken and those tears sliding down your cheeks.

“that’s it. don’t stop now.”

“you’ve got more in you. i can see it.”

you say you can’t take it? he cups your face, presses his forehead to yours, and says, “yes, you can. just one more. for me.”

the second your voice breaks? the second you sob out his name? he moans, deep and shaky and desperate.

he’ll never hurt you, but he loves wrecking you.

he praises you between every tear. “you’re doing so fucking well, baby.” - “look at you… crying while you take my cock like it’s nothing.”

sometimes he leans in and licks the tears from your cheek. just to make you whimper harder. “don’t look away. i want to see everything.”

he finishes inside you when you’re already spent, just to watch your face scrunch up and feel those last few tears fall. “so full, huh? you gonna cry more for me, baby?”

aftercare is sacred

he pulls you onto his chest and rubs your back.

kisses your temple like he didn’t just wreck your whole soul

“you okay?”

“did i push too far?”

“you looked so fucking beautiful, i couldn’t stop.”

he holds you so tight, like he has to keep you safe from even his own hunger. wraps you in a blanket, kisses every wet spot on your face. “thank you for letting me see you like that.”

[confessionsandcreampies-deactiv]

megumi with an overstimulation kink would include…

he doesn’t warn you. doesn’t ask if you want to keep going. he just watches you come and doesn’t stop. fingers still pumping. mouth still sucking until you’re whining, squirming, desperate.

barely talks during it, but his eyes never leave your face. cold blue, focused like a predator. he watches the way your mouth drops open, your body twitches, your thighs tremble, and he smiles just barely. “still with me?”

he holds you down gently, but firmly. one hand pinning your hips. the other rubbing slow circles against your clit. “you can take it. i know you can.”

the first orgasm? sweet. everything after? merciless.

he uses fingers, mouth, cock. you come once? he takes that as permission to keep going. you come twice? he moans and goes harder. you come a third time? now the real fun starts.

he’s obsessed with watching you fall apart. “don’t cry, baby. i’m just giving you what you wanted.” - “you’re doing so good. just one more for me, okay?”

you try to squirm away? he pulls you back. grabs your thighs and sucks your clit harder. “where are you going? you said you could handle it.”

he loves using toys on you while he watches. he holds the vibrator to your clit while you’re already sensitive and shaking. he’s leaning back, cock out, stroking himself to your whimpers. “don’t you dare close your legs.”

he groans when you cry a little. not from pain, but from the intensity, the exhaustion, the pleasure that won’t stop. and he presses his forehead to yours and says, “you’re beautiful like this.”

when he fucks you after? he makes you come on his cock again, and again. deep, slow strokes, while he whispers things like, “you’re squeezing me so tight. still sensitive? come for me again. let me feel it.”

sometimes he pulls out and fingers you until you cry. just to hear the way your voice breaks. “can’t stop now. you still sound so pretty.”

he finishes only after you’re completely wrecked. face tear-streaked. legs limp. skin flushed. then he fucks you rough and fast. his own release chasing the ??? orgasm you gave him.

and he always kisses you after. forehead. lips. neck. he pulls you onto his chest and wraps his arms around you like you’re fragile. “you okay? you did so good for me.”

bonus overstimulation megumi energy: he loves muffling your moans with his hand. because overstimulated you = loud, and he eats that shit up. “shh… someone might hear how ruined you are.”

sometimes overstimulates you with zero sex. just a vibrator, his mouth, your body bound and writhing while he whispers, “no touching. no coming unless i say. you’re mine tonight.”

and if you ever beg for a break? he’ll kiss your tears and coo, “you’ve already taken so much… just one more. for me. please.”

[uglyshoes]

more bro gumi i beg politely

warning —> nsfw :: incest

as stoic as he is, your brother is such a sweetheart when he's first trying to make it fit.

it's been a long road to finally having sex. many stolen glances turned to stolen kisses, then some real heavy petting in the middle of the night whilst your parents slept in the next room. soon enough you were taking turns with your mouths on each other, until you got the house to yourselves one evening and decided that tonight was the night you wanted to take all of him.

morals be damned!

the major issue, however, is his size. it took you a while to get used to taking him in your mouth, let alone balls deep inside of you. so when he first tried to push the fat tip of his cock inside of you, you yelped.

"gumi," you said after three more tries. "what if it's just too big?"

"don't call me—" he stops chiding when he looks at the pouty look on your face. his sweet sibling, so distraught at the prospect of never taking your brothers cock. "it will fit, you just have to relax."

it makes sense in his head. you're made of the same flesh and blood, why would you not be a natural perfect fit for him? he leans down to press a long, uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your lips.

"i love you, you know?" he says into your mouth. "so pretty."

"you're just saying that to—oh my god megs!"

with you distracted, he pushes in further than his previous attempts and stifles your shaky groan with another sloppy kiss. his tongue swipes over your lips as he distracts you even further with his tongue.

"there we go," he moans a little as he starts to rock inside of you. "told you it'd fit."

he's so big that it hurts, but you can't find it in you to complain when the pain very quickly melts into pleasure. finally, after so long, you have every part of your brother, and he has every part of you.

and god does it feel good.

[liafics]

megumi fushiguro: adore you

☆ lia yaps: innocent gf!reader corrupted by megumi. virginity loss for both, slight manipulation, degradation, praise, p in v, fingering, overstim, lowkey toxic/yandere. wc: 4.5k

you’re so sweet. so naive.

walking around his room like it’s yours, curling up on his couch, tugging at the hem of your skirt when it rides up. you’re shy, but not enough to stop it from happening again. and again. every time you bend over, you give him a sweet little show. pale cotton panties stretched tight across your ass, sometimes lace. sometimes with little bows.

he has to excuse himself and jerk off in the bathroom, biting down on his fist to muffle the sounds he makes at the thought of your panties and your cute little face.

you don’t even notice. you never do.

you smile at him with those soft eyes, giggling without knowing he’s been picturing how your throat would sound when you cry on his cock. wondering how ruined your sweet voice would get, and how teary your doe eyes would become.

and the no-bra thing.

god. that’s what’s really killing him. you swear it’s just because it’s comfy. but he sees how your nipples perk up through the thin fabric of your shirt when the AC cools up. when you lean across his bed to grab something from your backpack and your tits jiggle slightly.

“cold?” he asks. he already knows the answer. he’s been staring at your tits for the past ten minutes, watching the outline of your nipples press against the cotton like they’re trying to flirt with him.

you blink, clueless. “a little.”

he hums, low in his throat. “want one of my hoodies?”

you light up instantly, nodding. “yes, please.”

he tosses it to you and watches you disappear inside it, the sleeves way too long, the hem hanging past your thighs. you curl up beside him and sigh softly like it’s the safest place in the world.

and maybe it is. but not for long.

he’s hard.

again.

he always is around you. it’s becoming a problem. but maybe he likes it this way. the constant ache. the way he has to hold himself back when you lean into him, when your leg brushes his thigh, when your soft little lips pout.

you’ve only ever kissed.

you think he’s so respectful. so quiet. someone you can trust.

you have no idea he’s been thinking about how your innocent eyes would look, all glassy and wide, while he stretches you open with his cock. how he’d hold your hips down, praise you while ruining you. telling you how you’re doing so good, so tight, so perfect. all for him.

he wants to be the first and the last. the only one to see you fall apart like that.

you’ll let him. you just don’t know it yet.

he had asked you out in the quietest way, muttered something about how he liked you, barely looking up to meet your gaze. you’d gone pink and nodded so fast it made him smile for real. now, you call him your boyfriend.

he’s always been so shy, polite.

you don’t know he’s been jerking off every night thinking about your thighs around his head. you don’t know he’s already imagined you crying on his cock more times than he can count.

he waits. watches. you’re so easy to read, so easy to fluster.

you’re lying on his bed again, hoodie sleeves hiding your hands, legs bare, curled up like a little pet. your skirt’s ridden up but you haven’t noticed. he has, though.

he sits beside you, fingers idly tracing your knee. you squirm a little but don’t move away. you never do.

“you’re so warm,” he says. you smile, sweet and a bit confused.

“that’s good, right?” you giggle.

“very.” his hand slides a bit higher, slow, like he’s not even thinking about it. “your skin’s always so soft.”

you go still, eyes flicking down to where his hand rests halfway up your thigh.

“mm… thank you,” you say, quiet. almost embarrassed.

he brushes his thumb in little circles. “cute.”

you laugh, nervous. you stare down at your lap, shy and pink, not noticing how his fingers keep moving. how they dip just a little higher until they graze the hem of your panties.

“megumi?” you whisper.

“yeah?” he doesn’t stop. his voice is calm, gentle. as if this is all normal.

“that feels… um…”

“too much?” he asks as his kind eyes meet yours. “i’ll stop.”

you grab his wrist instinctively, and your eyes widen like you didn’t mean to. “n-no! i mean—i just… it feels kinda…”

you don’t have the words. but your thighs are pressing together, your cheeks are burning, and your chest rises and falls too fast.

he leans in, so close you can smell his scent. comforting. clean. addictive.

“it feels good?” he finishes for you.

you nod, eyes big and uncertain.

he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, then to the corner of your mouth. his fingers slip just under the waistband of your panties and your breath hitches.

“then let me make you feel more of it.”

it’s too new. too soon. but you feel safe. warm. like everything is okay as long as he’s the one touching you.

his fingertip dips lower, slides along your slit. his lashes flutter when he feels how wet you are.

“fuck,” he whispers. “you’re soaked.”

you bury your face in his hoodie sleeve. “don’t say that…”

he grins, low and breathy, and kisses your temple.

“why not?” his fingers tease your entrance. “it’s the truth. your body’s honest, even if you’re not ready to say it yet.”

and when he slips the first finger inside, slow and gentle, your legs tense around his wrist and a soft, broken sound leaves your mouth.

he bites his lip, you look so pretty like this. blushing, overwhelmed, still clinging to the belief that he’s being so sweet and kind.

not causing your filthy corruption.

his finger moves slowly inside you, dragging along your walls like he’s trying to memorize every inch and every little soft noise of yours. it burns a little. not painful, just new. strange. intense. you’re not sure if it’s supposed to feel like this, like your whole body is tightening and melting at the same time.

you clutch at his hoodie, hiding your face. your hips twitch and cheeks blush.

“hey,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against your cheek. “don’t hide from me. let me see your pretty face.”

you peek up at him, eyes glossy. he smiles, soft and breathless like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever touched. and maybe you are.

his thumb finds your clit. he starts circling it gently with a touch that is barely there, yet makes your thighs tremble. your lips part with a little gasp.

“there it is,” he whispers. “feels good, doesn’t it?”

you nod, helpless and so obedient.

“didn’t think this sweet little pussy would be so sensitive,” he says, voice quiet but filthy. “you’re shaking already.”

your cheeks redden deeper, and he grins like it’s his favourite thing.

“embarrassed?” he coos. “but you’re the one clenching around my fingers like you don’t wanna let go.”

you whimper, hips twitching against his hand seeking more friction. “i don’t know what’s happening…”

he kisses your jaw. “you don’t have to know, my pretty girl. just let it happen. i’m here for you.”

his thumb presses a little harder, rubbing tighter circles, and his finger curls inside you just right. your legs kick a bit, your toes curling in your fuzzy socks, your moans getting softer and higher like you’re trying to be quiet but can’t help it anymore.

“fuck, listen to you,” he groans. “so innocent, but your body’s so filthy. your cunt knows exactly what you need, squeezing me like that.”

you can’t even answer. your thoughts are melting into heat, every muscle in your body tightening. it feels like something’s about to snap, and you don’t know if you want to stop or beg for more.

“it’s okay,” he whispers, kissing your temple again. “don’t fight it. let go for me. show me how pretty you are when you cum.”

his second finger pushes in beside the first and your back arches, a sound escaping your throat that doesn’t even feel like yours. your hands fist in the blankets and your hips roll down on instinct. chasing it, your mind finally catches up to what your body’s already doing.

“there you go,” he breathes, guiding you through it. “such a good girl… making such a sweet mess all over my fingers.”

your vision goes a little blurry as the orgasm takes you. it’s sharp, hot, almost too much. your thighs squeeze around his wrist and your whole body trembles as the wave crashes over you, drawn out by the way his thumb keeps moving, steady and sure.

you’re panting, blinking up at the ceiling, dizzy.

megumi kisses the corner of your mouth again, slow and soft. “you did so well,” he murmurs. “and that was just my fingers.”

you’re still trembling when his fingers slip out of you with a wet sound. you flinch, your thighs twitching as he pulls his hand away slowly. deliberate, like he wants you to feel every second of it.

you can’t meet his eyes. your face glows with timidness. everything between your legs feels strange now, too sensitive, too warm. you don’t even know if what just happened is supposed to feel like this. your chest tightens.

“…did i do something wrong?” you whisper, unsure. your voice is thin. afraid of the answer.

he stills for a beat. then he chuckles, low and sweet, brushing your hair back behind your ear.

“wrong?” he echoes, so softly it almost hurts. “no, baby. that was perfect.”

you look at him. his expression is unreadable, but his touch is gentle, hand stroking your thigh in slow shapes.

“i just…” you pause. “i wasn’t really expecting that.”

“i know,” he says, and something about it makes your stomach flip.

he knew. he knows. he always knows.

“but you didn’t tell me to stop.” his eyes stay on yours. “you let me touch you. you wanted to feel good, didn’t you?”

your lips part, and no words come. you want to say yes. you want to say no. you don’t know what to say.

his hand lifts again, knuckles brushing between your legs, right where he left you wet and aching. your breath catches.

“your body doesn’t lie, you know,” he murmurs. “you were soaking wet the moment i touched you. sweet little thing like you… you didn’t even understand what was happening, did you?”

you shake your head. he smiles.

“that’s okay.” his fingers move a little lower. “that’s why i’m here. to help you understand.”

you flinch again when his fingertip finds your clit. it’s too much. you grab his wrist but not to stop him, just to ground yourself. to cling.

“gumi—i…”

“shhh,” he soothes. “don’t think so hard. you’ll get overwhelmed.”

his fingers rub slow, feather light, just enough to keep you helpless and so needy. your hips tilt forward without meaning to.

“you’re mine, my pretty girl,” he whispers against your skin. “let me take care of you again.”

and even though your heart races and your thoughts feel scattered, you nod.

because maybe he’s right.

maybe this is what love feels like.

you never thought of megumi like that. not really.

he’s a little hard to read, but always gentle with you. so when he tells you to come closer, you don’t think twice.

his hand is beneath the hem of your skirt, his fingers brushing the top of your thigh.

“what are you thinking about?” he asks.

you blink. “i don’t know.”

he leans closer. “you’re blushing.”

you are. you can feel it. the heat creeping up your neck, the way you’re shifting slightly against his sheets. you don’t know what this is, this pull in your tummy, this tension.

he hums. “see? your body’s honest. it already knows what it wants more of.”

your lips part, and he shushes you softly, thumb stroking the inside of your thigh.

“you trust me,” he repeats, like a promise. “so let me help you feel good.”

“megumi…” you whisper, heart hammering. “what are you doing?”

he doesn’t answer right away. his breath is against your ear. warm, calming.

“shh. you trust me, don’t you?” his fingers slide just a little higher, skimming the waistband of your panties. “i’m not going to hurt you. i’ll always take care of you.”

you don’t know why, but something about that makes your chest tighten. your lips part to protest, but the words feel stuck. you don’t want him to stop. not really. but everything has been too much already.

“god, you’re so so wet,” he breathes. you can’t hide the way your hips twitch, pressing into his hand. “look at you, so desperate for me. didn’t think you were like this, did you?”

you feel the heat crawl up your neck, but you don’t pull away. you can’t. your body betrays you, it wants more of him.

“no,” you whisper, voice trembling. “i don’t… i didn’t mean to…”

“you don’t have to mean it,” he murmurs, leaning closer, his lips ghosting over your neck. “your body’s telling me everything. you like this, you learn so quick don’t you? you like when i touch you. you like how i make you feel.”

you try to pull away, but he’s brushing your skin so softly, so intimately. it feels wrong but also so right.

“you’re so cute,” he says. the words feel heavy, possessive. “so innocent. didn’t think someone like you would be so easy to use.”

you bite your lip, desperate to stop the whimpers rising in your chest, but they escape anyway, soft and needy.

megumi’s eyes flicker up and down your body. his fingers tease your folds.

“no one’s ever touched you like this before, have they?” he breathes, his voice colder now, more demanding. “no one’s ever made you feel good like i have.”

“hm,” he murmurs, his voice smug. “you’re so pure. so perfect for me.”

his thumb presses against your clit, and your body jerks, a quiet moan escaping before you can stop it. you don’t want to feel this way, you don’t want to admit how badly you need him to keep going.

“look at you,” megumi whispers, his voice dark, low. “so fucked up for me.”

“you’re shaking,” he says, and it almost sounds sweet. “does it feel strange?”

you nod, helplessly.

“you’re still not used to this, huh?” he murmurs, like he’s talking to himself more than you. “you’ve never felt so much of this before.”

he is testing. learning.

“so responsive,” he mutters, watching the way your hips jerk every time he presses just right. “it’s like your body is so greedy, wants to feel good again.”

“i think you’re about to cum again,” he whispers, smiling faintly.

“you’re so dumb like this,” he murmurs. “all messy and warm and soft. just letting me play with you however i want, how many times i want”

your thighs tense.

“it’s okay,” he adds quickly, voice dipping lower. “that’s what you’re supposed to do. you don’t need to understand anything. you just need to let me keep touching you. just like that.”

you’re moaning louder than before, hands grasping the fabric of his hoodie, desperate for something to hold onto.

“that’s it,” he whispers, lips brushing your cheek. “let me feel it. let go for me. show me how your body breaks.”

and when your second orgasm crashes over you, it is raw, shaky, and almost impossible. you’re sobbing softly, giving in to everything he’s made you feel.

megumi holds you through it. silent, steady. watching.

your chest is still rising and falling too fast. you’re limp in his arms, trembling and flushed, skin damp and hot. you don’t know what just happened. not really. your thighs are sticky, your body aches in a good way, and your head feels empty.

megumi’s hand is still between your legs.

you flinch a little, instinctive, and he shushes you softly, brushing your hair away from your face.

“still sensitive, huh?” he murmurs, sounding almost pleased. “that’s okay. you did so well for me.”

he kisses your cheek. slow. affectionate. you blink up at him, overwhelmed.

“you didn’t even know your body could do that…twice” he says, and he smiles. gentle, but off. too satisfied. too proud of himself.

you nod, unsure, and he laughs softly under his breath.

“so innocent,” he whispers. “so fucking pure. i bet you’ve never even touched yourself properly, have you?”

you look away. your silence is answer enough.

he groans, like the thought physically affects him. “fuck. no one’s ever touched you here. no one’s ever made you cum. not even yourself.”

his fingers slide down your soaked slit again. just a little, but your hips twitch at the heightened sensitivity.

“that means this is mine now,” he says, voice low and serious. “your pretty cunt, it belongs to me.”

your breath catches, shocked by the blunt words.

“you let me stretch you open,” he says, pressing his forehead to yours.

your thighs press together. embarrassed. turned on again. confused.

“you don’t need to think anymore,” he whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“i’ve felt your cunt clench around my fingers,” he murmurs, smiling like it’s the most romantic thing in the world. “i know how to make you fall apart. no one else gets to learn that.”

he cups your cheek, tender. protective.

“you’re mine now,” he says. “forever. got it?”

and when you nod all nervous, overwhelmed and needy, he finally kisses you for real.

not soft. not sweet.

claiming.

he brings his fingers up, glistening. he looks at them all soaked, like they’re sacred.

“look at this,” he says, quiet. “this is from you. all this mess… from your pretty little body.”

your cheeks burn.

he doesn’t wipe them off. just drags them over your lips instead, painting them with the taste of yourself. “don’t worry,” he whispers. “you’ll learn to love how you taste.”

you whimper.

“you did so well,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i love getting you ready.”

you blink up at him, dazed. “…ready?”

his hand slides back to your thigh, casual. possessive. “yeah. your body’s not used to being touched like this. i have to warm you up first. train you a little.”

“train…?”

he smiles. tender, gentle. “for the real thing. for when i finally get to be inside you.”

you stare, wide eyed.

“it’s normal,” he adds, brushing his nose along your jaw. “this is what boyfriends and girlfriends do. you trust me, don’t you?”

you nod before you can think. “yes…”

his grin is sharp, hungry. “then you’re doing perfect.”

his fingers drift lower again, reminding you of their capacity to get you undone. your hips twitch, confused by how much you want him again.

“you were made for me,” he murmurs, reverent. “your body responds to me so perfectly. it’s like you were made to take me.”

he leans in close, lips brushing your ear. “soon, i’ll stretch you out on my cock and fill you up properly. and you’ll thank me for it.”

his voice drops to a whisper, almost gentle. “you’re not going to want anything else after me.”

you feel it again. that flutter in your tummy, that ache between your thighs starting again even though you’re so fucking sore already.

and he knows it.

“you’re already addicted,” he breathes. “i haven’t even fucked you yet, and you’re already so needy.”

his soft filth is buried under love and need. it’s his first time too, but he hides his inexperience well. he’s been waiting for you all along. he wants to shape you, ruin you gently so no one else could have you.

his hands are shaking. not that you’d notice.

he keeps them steady on your waist, fingers spreading over soft skin like he owns you. he wants to see how far he can take you. how much of him your sweet little body can handle.

“you still okay?” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “you can tell me to stop. i’ll listen.”

your fingers curl in his hoodie. “i don’t want you to stop.”

his eyes darken. he kisses you again. deeper, slower. his hips roll forward just a little and you both shiver at the friction.

you’re bare underneath him, soft and flushed and trusting. so good for him. so eager.

“i love you,” he breathes, kissing down your neck. “you’re mine. all of this, mine.”

you nod, heart pounding, legs parting for him as he settles between them. he looks down at where your bodies meet, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his groan quiet. he’s watching how you’re letting him in. you want this, you want this just bad as he does.

“this might stretch a little,” he says, dragging the tip of himself along your entrance. “you’ve never taken anything before my fingers, right?”

you shake your head.

he smiles, filthy and fond. “that’s okay. i’ll go slow. i’ll make it good for you.”

you gasp when he starts pushing in. it’s slow yet steady. then he pauses, kissing your forehead while you squirm under him.

“shh, you’re doing so well,” he whispers. “you’re taking me so well, baby. fuck, you’re so tight. gripping me like you need me.”

you whine. it burns, but not in a bad way. it’s a lot, but his voice keeps you grounded. the way he touches you, praises you, tells you how well you’re doing for him.

he rocks his hips just a little deeper, groaning softly.

“fuck, you’re gonna ruin me,” he pants, eyes locked on yours. “this little cunt’s gonna break me. and i’m never gonna want anything else again.”

your fingers dig into his arms, body trembling under the stretch. “gumi… it’s a lot…”

“i know, i know,” he soothes, pressing his forehead to yours. “you’re doing amazing. i’ll go slow. just let me mold you.”

“mold me?”

he kisses your lips. “yeah, baby. mold you to fit me. make you mine completely. i want your body to remember me. remember my cock stretching out your pretty cunt and squeezing around me.”

he slides deeper, watching your face the entire time. your eyes flutter and lips part, gasping softly.

“you feel that?” he whispers, voice shaking and fingers softly tracing your tummy. “that’s me. inside you. where no one’s ever been.”

you nod, tears in your lashes. “feels so full…”

his voice breaks a little with need. “you were made for me.”

it’s all so much. the stretch, the weight of him pressed against you, and how every inch he pushes in makes your back arch so nicely.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” he mumbles, brushing your hair back, voice ragged. “you’re taking me so well. i can feel your cunt fluttering around me, fuck. you don’t even know what that does to me.”

you lock eye contact with him, teary and tender.

he cradles your face in one big hand and kisses you softly. too soft, considering the filthy things he’s doing to your pretty body.

“you feel that?” he whispers, hips still. “you’ve got all of me inside you now.”

you nod shakily. “you’re so big…”

his smile twitches. “you’ll get used to it. i’ll make sure of it.”

you whimper and keep looking at him with pleading eyes, as he groaned low in his throat. “fuck, don’t do that. you’ll make me cum just from the way you look at me.”

it was not a compliment. not directly, but it still makes you feel so warm inside. makes you feel wanted.

then he moves.

just a slow roll of his hips, enough to make you gasp and clutch at his shoulders. it stings for a moment and shifts into something deeper. pressure and friction builds pleasure in your core once again.

“there she is,” he breathes, watching you come undone as your hips meet his. “you’re starting to get it now, huh?”

you nod, biting your lip.

he kisses your cheek. your jaw. your throat.

“your body’s so good for me,” he murmurs, thrusts slow and careful, but deliberate. “tight and warm and so fucking wet. you were made for this. made for me.”

you’re a fucked mess, in so much pleasure.

“it’s okay,” he coos. “don’t think too much. just feel.”

he angles his hips and you cry out loudly, nails digging into his skin.

he smiles. dark and soft. “there it is. that spot. you feel that?”

you nod frantically. “yes, yes. gumiiii...”

“that’s mine now,” he whispers. “this whole body? mine to learn. mine to love. mine to ruin.”

you’re so close.

he slides a hand between you, thumb pressing gently over your clit, circling just right.

“you’re gonna cum for me again,” he breathes. “first time with any cock inside you, with my cock inside you. i want your body to remember this.”

you’re shaking, whimpering, thighs trembling around his hips.

“so fucking sweet,” he murmurs. “you don’t even know how filthy you are, do you?”

you try to respond, but the wave crashes before you can. sharp, electric, making your whole body lock up as you cum with a gasp, your cunt clenching so tight around him he chokes on a moan.

he doesn’t last long after that. the filthy inexperienced boy buries his face in your neck and whimpers. he spills inside you and your sweet cunt milks him, fingers tightening on your hips just enough to leave pretty bruises.

he’s still buried inside you when his breathing starts to slow, chest rising and falling. his hands tremble as they cup your face, tracing every inch like he’s memorising you all over again.

“you’re mine,” he breathes, voice low and rough. “no one else gets to touch you like this. no one else can ever have you.”

your head’s resting on his shoulder, heart hammering, all dizzy from your first time. his first time, too. your body’s still tingling, tender where he filled you, soaked and aching.

you whisper, “megumi…”

he smiles. a slow, dark smile. he kisses your temple, then drags his teeth lightly along your jaw carefully.

“say you’re mine. tell me you’ll never want anyone else.”

you’re so overwhelmed that his demand almost feels like a confession. his voice is softly stern, commanding. his hands grip your hips tighter and it all wraps around your brain. his heat, his words, the ache deep inside you.

“i’m all yours, megumi. all of me.”

☆ ☆ ☆

🏷️ @kyogumiiz @jupiteralexandra @kisholuvstaesan @fuzzytulips @s0mber-s0ul

[mxrderscenes]

writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

[vamptits]

eroticize fetishize unionize.

[aangelicest]

satoru nii-chan using his little sister at a family event secretly under the table?

Content Warnings: Inc♡st, Little Sister!Reader, Exhibiti♡nism, Public Use

MDNI + Anti's please block and move on♡

"Sit here." He murmurs, pulling you by your wrist with that typical playful grin of his. He tugs you until you're sat on his lap, cloth from the table covering your thighs slightly- just enough to hide his hand slipping between your legs under your dress, tugging your soaked panties to the side.

Thankfully, the rest of the clan was too busy either arguing amongst themselves or gossiping under hushed whispers to hear the grunt that escapes him when he lifts you up slightly and pulls your hips down to slide inside of you- thick, hot and raw.

"Good girl," He whispers in your ear when you clench around his cock, the feeling of him throbbing making your entire body tremble. "Now stay still."

And you tried. God you really tried.

But sitting on his cock stuffed full while your family talks about Jujutsu Society and curses and recent boring political garbage felt like torture. Your hands grip the edge of the table like you were afraid you'd somehow lose balance and completely start melting against him.

But of course, he looked perfectly fine on the outside, humming as he cuts a piece of steak with his fork, waving it in front of your lips with a smug, shit eating grin.

"Aren't you hungry?" He coos out loud, "You haven't touched your food yet."

Before you had any time to respond he already pressed it against your lips, his own right next to your ear, voice low and teasing.

"Open and swallow like a good girl."

And what else could you do but obey? He slid the fork into your mouth, slow and teasing, watching you swallow like he was feeding a pet. His free hand stayed around your hip, grinding into you just enough to make you feel it but not enough friction for any type of meaningful pleasure.

"Feel that?" He murmurs in your ear, his voice not matching that all-too-casual expression on his face as he smiles at your family for sighing in relief that the infamous Gojo siblings at least got along. If only they knew. "Feel how deep I am in this tight little cunt? While you sit here all pretty and polite, pretending you're not about to cream on my cock in front of our own mother?"

You whimpered- quiet, almost a soft breath. But he felt it- felt you squeezing around him in response.

"Fuck. You're so warm," He breathes, warm breath against your neck- almost a growl. "I could cum just like this, just buried inside you. Letting your pussy milk me dry while you act like a good, sweet little sister in front of everyone."

Someone makes a comment that enlists laughter, and you do too- barely- while tears prick at the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming stretch of your walls clenching around his dick like a suction cup.

But then he grabs your hips tighter, fingers pressing so deep into your skin you know it'll leave pretty little fingerprints the next day.

"Don't move," he warns, voice low. "If you cum on my cock you better not make a sound, or I'll bend you over this table and fuck you in front of everyone. Make them watch what their sweet little girl's been doing behind closed doors."

You nod, but the second he rocks his hips again- just once- deep and slow, you bite your lip so hard you can feel it begin to bleed, hands gripping the tablecloth so hard you're afraid you're going to yank it off.

"Good girl," is all he mumbles, his free hand moving down to circle your clit as he chuckles lowly in your ears, like it was entertaining to see you struggle- and you're sure it was. "Now, lets see how much cum I can pump inside you until someone see's it dripping down your legs."

[tojishousewife]

Bouncing on Toji’s cock even while he’s overstimulated <3 ddlg reader

His head’s tilted back, hairline freshly damp with sweat, his chest heaving with every deep breath as he grips the arms of the chair hard enough to splinter the wood. He already came. Gosh, he already came—stuffed you so full the first time you felt it spill out before you even stopped grinding.

And yet, here you are. Still bouncing on his poor cock. All messy and filthy and giggling softly with your hands braced on his broad shoulders, your thighs trembling but still determined as you use his cock like your own little toy because fuck it feels so good stuffing you up.

“Darling” he groans, voice hoarse and edged with warning. His fingers twitch, aching to hold your hips still, but he doesn't—he can’t.

Not when his sweet girl is looking down at him all bright-eyed and pouty like that, acting like it's his fault for being so big, so deep, such a perfect fit for your cunt that he carved out perfectly after months and months of sex—just for him. His plump tip is twitching and leaky as it punches your g-spot over and over.

“You said you were done,” you murmur through a sugary whine, lips brushing the corner of his jaw as you bounce again—a little slower this time like you're savoring it. “So why's your cock still hard, huh?”

He swears under his breath, eyes fluttering shut as his hips jerk up without his permission. “You don't know what you're doing” he rasps, his jaw tight as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “I'm too fucking old for this shit—‘m sensitive, baby, fuck—“

But your little giggle is wicked now, dragging your fingers down his big sweaty, chest, tracing the muscles that flex under your touch like you're testing just how far you can push him. “Then why does it keep twitching inside my cunnie?” you whisper sweetly. “Feels like it wants to cum again”.

Toji growls, real deep in his throat, bucking up into you with a desperate snap of his hips that makes you gasp. You weren't ready for that one—not so deep, not so mean—it caught you off guard. You stutter a breath, hands scrambling for his chest again as he grabs your hips hard, holding you still forcefully.

“You're gonna fucking break me,” he mutters through clenched teeth, watching the way your pretty mouth falls open, eyes wide as he holds you there, impaled on his fat throbbing cock, stuffed full of the last load still leaking around the base.

You roll your hips in tight circles, whining pathetically. “Daddy…it's leaking out”

“Yeah? That what you wanted?” he pants, fucking up into you deep and slow— dragging his cock against the swollen mess inside your cunt, making sure to stuff his cock all the way to the hilt so your pube hairs grind against each other’s “Greedy fucking baby, so full and still not satisfied”.

Your legs are shaking, and your voice cracks when you try to sass him back, but it's nothing but a breathy moan. “Wanna... wanna feel you again,” you whisper. “Need it, daddy—need you to fill me again, even if it hurts!”

He snarls something feral under his breath, hands gripping your thighs to bounce you harder now with his sheer strength, ignoring his own overstimulation just to ruin you. “Fuckfuckfuuuck, You're gonna be the death—hah!—of me, kiddo,” he moans. “But if you want it so bad—fine. I'll fucking give it to you”.

And he does.

Even if his legs are cramping and he's seeing stars from how sensitive he is. Even if he cums again with a strangled grunt, filling you a second time while your nails rake down his chest and you sob into his neck, overwhelmed and stuffed to the brim.

Because you wanted it.

And he always gives his baby what she wants.

[faux-big-bro]

Big brother cumming so hard inside you and then not able to hold up his weight off his sweet baby sister. Apologizing so fucking much to you, all that sweet condescension just drained from his voice by how hard you just made him cum. Messy kisses as you clench down on his cock again and he just shudders at how perfect his little sister's tight pussy makes him feel.

He can't help but groan against your neck, telling you what a stupid fucking brat you are, laughing, which makes his cock twitch inside, which makes your cunt clench down in it, and the cycle-and telling you that if you keep milking his cock like this (as his arms finally give out as he reluctantly lets his weight slowly rest against you, apology in his voice, even as he makes a joke of it) Big brother shivering at how good you feel, how good you taste, his tongue pushing into your mouth with an indulgent sigh as his body melts into yours.

Big bro apologizing against your lips about how he is gonna pass out and collapse on top of you, but is that really a problem?

Or is your big brother just your favorite weighted blanket, the one you can wrap your legs around and make it get addicted to your cunt?

[ichigf]

୨୧﹕fem!reader, meg trying to find ur gspot

megumi’s fucking relentless when he wants to be.

you didn’t expect it—not from him. cool, quiet, closed-off. the kind of guy who mumbles through compliments, blushes if you so much as kiss his neck. but now? now he’s behind you on the bed, hands tight on your hips, chest damp with sweat, cock driving into your cunt at angles so precise it’s like he’s mapping you out with surgical intent.

except he hasn’t hit it yet.

he’s trying.

you can feel it in the way he keeps adjusting—sliding one knee forward, shifting your legs apart, reaching up to cup your tit while his other hand angles your hips higher. every thrust is different. measured. focused. calculated. he’s testing your body like a theory, chasing something he knows is there.

but you’re dazed.

whimpering, breathless, soaked and shaking, confused as fuck because every time you think he’s found it—fuck—he misses by a hair. it’s so close. the pleasure is blinding, but something inside is pulsing, begging, like a button he just hasn’t pushed yet.

he groans low behind you, voice hoarse and frustrated. “it’s in here,” he pants, like he’s talking to himself more than you. “i know it is—fuck, why can’t i—”

you mewl his name, back arching, your hands clawing at the sheets. “m-megumi, what—what’re you—f-fuck—”

“trying something,” he growls, and then—

then he grabs your hips, strong and firm, and lifts them slightly, angling your ass higher, tipping your pelvis up, bringing your cunt closer to him, tighter. he shifts forward, sinks deeper—

and hits it.

“fuck—!”

you scream. not a cute moan. not a gasp. a full-bodied, throat-shredding scream as your body convulses. your hands slap the mattress. your legs kick. your mouth falls open with a sob as something detonates inside you, pressure exploding.

then you squirt.

not a little trickle. not some delicate drip.

it gushes—loud, wet, uncontrollable—as megumi’s cock hits your g-spot dead-on and stays there, grinding into it while his grip on your hips keeps you locked in place.

his eyes widen, blown black, and he chokes out a groan that sounds like it’s dragged from the bottom of his lungs. “holy fuck—” his cock twitches hard inside you. “you—fucking squirted—”

you can’t speak. your voice is gone. your entire body is shaking, twitching under him, cunt spasming uncontrollably around his cock as slick pours out of you, soaking his thighs, the bed, everything.

“shit,” he pants, hips slamming forward again—same angle, same brutal grind—and you scream again, body lurching, nails digging into the mattress.

“you like that?” he hisses, his rhythm suddenly unhinged, frantic, chasing that spot with every thrust now. “that’s it, right there—fuck, i found it—look at you, fucking soaking me—”

“c-can’t—too much—megumi—!”

he doesn’t stop. not when you gush again, not when you sob and scream, not even when your legs shake like they might give out from under you. he holds you up, keeps that perfect angle, pounds your g-spot like it’s his fucking mission.

“you’re gonna cum like this,” he growls. “you’re gonna squirt all over me again. i want it. need it. give it to me.”

you break.

you cum harder than you ever have in your life, squirting again with a scream as your body collapses under him, mind blank, voice wrecked, thighs sticky and trembling.

[wuucchoo]

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[uglyshoes]

god i’m obsessed with ur writing.. big bro gumi and cockwarming pretty please

only because you said pretty please

warning —> nsfw :: incest

it's a loophole. it's not sex if you aren't moving, it's not wrong if you're not moving. so your big brother megumi has his cock nestled deep in your velvet walls. and he's biting dents into his bottom lip to stop himself from thrusting his hips up and bullying our g-spot into orgasm. but he's doing well, staying nice and still as you sit with your arms wrapped around his neck.

he loves taking care of you like this. filling you up when you complain about feeling so empty. he tells you, of course, that you can't go further than this: that would be wrong, incestous, crossing a line.

but it's okay if you get yourself off. because that's just masturbating, so you're allowed to rub circles over your sensitive clit while he's so deep inside of you that you're having trouble remembering to breathe. and megumi getting off on the way your pussy clenches and contracts around his cock isn't wrong because neither of you can stop that from happening.

and the both of you getting so overstimulated that you happen to orgasm at the same time is just a consequence of a loophole that technically isn't breaking any rules. you, cuming hard around his pulsing cock, and him: cumming ropes deep inside of you because pulling out means moving and breaking what is deemed 'okay'.

so megumi makes it casual. he needs to study? you need to sit on his lap and keep his cock warm so that he can focus. it's not like he can be productive when you're anywhere but wrapped around his dick.

you want to watch a movie? let him lay behind you on the couch and push inside of you: he'll try super hard to keep still, but he can't promise he'll remember a single thing about the movie after.

you're feeling so needy that you just have to keep your mouth busy too? well, he supposes kissing is fine. family members kiss each other all the time. sure, maybe not on the lips, with his tongue practically shoving itself down your throat to try and taste all he can, but gumi doesn't have the time nor patience for semantics.

not when he's got to be a good big brother and keep you feeling nice and full.

[yariation]

Megumi Fushiguro isn’t one for jerking off. He usually just ignores his annoying erection and tries to sleep it off. But ever since he got his hands on you…

“Y-yeah, squeeze it like that…Fffuck…” His breath is heavy, hitching when you squeeze him just right.

His hand on yours, guiding your movements. Dragging your touch up and down his hard cock.

“If you’re just going to hold and move my hand yourself, why don’t you just do it yourself?—“

He shuts you up by grabbing your head then pushing his tip into your mouth.

“Keep pumping, pretty. Or else you take more.”

[onaholeimouto]

i wish i could spend the whole day with big bro just fucking like rabbits <3 i’ve been soooo pent up lately i need my holes fucked and filled so bad :< being bred by big bro is all i can think about…