can i request a drabble for stepcest/incest with megumi, nsfw, and female reader for your follower celebration? i read your bokuto stepcest one and reallyliked that one! thank you :3
a/n; hi baby, ofc you can. i just now realized i haven't published any of my wips for megumi yet lmao so wow what a way to introduce my writing about him
btw yes i am currently doing a milestone event!! come send a req my way. i'm doing short drabbles/hcs for whatever your little hearts desire ~
warnings: stepcest, "p in the v" sex, oral (f!receiving), "feminine cycle" mention (specifically ovulation, not the 🩸phase). i imagine megumi either being older than you or exactly the same age as you here but idk lmao either way you're both adults. [1.2k words].
It's been a few years since the first time he made a move.
Megumi had always been a pretty stoic guy. From the first day your parents introduced the two of you all the way until now, his demeanor publically had always remained much of the same. In private though, he let you see parts of him that you never would've guessed were there.
He was funny. Like, properly funny. The first time he made you laugh you feared you'd pass out from not being able to take in enough air. He was distractingly handsome. Of course, you had noticed that but there was a softness to his features that only appeared in the shadow of nighttime that he reserved for you. He was caring, and loved the people around him very deeply, and god, he was afraid to admit it at first, but he was so smitten with you.
What started innocently as two newly minted siblings being forced to spend time together to "bond" had slowly but surely turned into something more. Your clothes got more risque with age and his eyes began to linger longer. He came to spend more time in your room even if you weren't home and you did the same to him in turn. One night, your late-night studying and working and movie watching turned into soft kisses under your fairy lights. Then, eventually, it turned into more.
The flood of despair that crept into your bones every time that he left your bedroom has yet to stop, still even at your age, no matter how many times you've allowed him into both yourself and your space. But still, night after night he would enter your room, not always for sex but often for something, and you would accept him with open arms every time.
You don't flinch anymore when you hear a soft knock at your door in the late hours of the weekday evening anymore, knowing immediately who the visitor would be. The soft rasps of his knuckles tapping in beats of three against thick mahogany wood mimicking that of your fluttering heartbeat.
You don't have to get up from your desk chair to let him in, instead, you allow him to enter on his own as he always does. You say little when he crosses the space between you in your bedroom, coming up behind you where you're sat on your computer. Your legs are in your signature sitting position: one leg crossed beneath your body, and one slid up parallel against your thigh.
You don't say anything when he glides his warm hands down the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks in to make your lips puff out like he's always done since you were young, too young and green to the ways of the world to know what the influx of hormones and carnal desires would do to your relationship.
You try to swat his hands away playfully, but settle for holding one of his hands with yours instead. You shift your neck with his movements when he trails those hands down to your shoulders, rubbing and kneading the firm knots of muscle tangled up beneath your skin.
"Hard day?"
"Mhm," you hum, relaxing into the warmth of his large hands, "Lots of work."
"Poor angel," he says, leaning down to place soft kisses along the line of your jaw, "Hey, do you know what week of the month just ended? I think we can have a little fun that'll perk you up."
You did, of course. It was your cycle, so duh. The week of your fertile window had just come to a close. The little egg that could shatter your entire lives had come and gone from your body leaving way for fun without barriers.
"Oh shit," you said, thinking back to the alert you'd seen chime in a flash on your phone at some point in the day, "You're right. I forgot you've been checking."
"Of course I have," he said, his voice just a whisper in your ear, "I get to feel you, really feel you for the next few days without any fears. Well, besides my dad and your mom. Figures that this is the one week they decided to stay home."
You chuckle, turning your head to the side to catch his lips in a kiss. Your parents had become that couple in their forties that vacationed constantly as soon as you'd walked across your graduation stage and officially gained the badge of "adult." You both stayed home during university, commuting instead of shelling out money on separate places, and continued your trists under the security of the two adults rarely being home.
Most nights you didn't have to sneak around much these days, but there was something about the thrill when you did. It made you feel... grey to admit that it turned you on even more, but you couldn't help it. Having him all to yourself in secret was the best thing you could've ever asked for as you accepted your new life with this family.
It's routine on nights like this that you creep down the halls of your home to make sure Toji's deep snores can be heard through your parents' door in their bedroom. Your mom would have placed in her earplugs by now to ensure that she got some sound sleep. Still, you firmly close your door but don't lock it just in case, just so things don't look too suspicious. You grab a large blanket to drape over your laps in case someone decides to come in. You put on a movie you've both seen a million times to mask any of your noise.
You cry into a pillow when you cum, his tongue licking into your cunt while you drip onto his face. You don't complain when he puts his hand over your mouth while he fucks you, drilling into you at a bruising pace on the floor of your pale pink-themed room. You always avoid the bed, since your bedframe was way loud and creaky, even with the cloud of snores for protection, and you couldn't handle the shame of being heard.
What would your parents say? What would your family think? Would they chastise you? Make you show them exactly what "games" the two of you spent your nights playing? Would they judge you?
Honestly though... why should you care, really? When his cock fills you up like this, when he caresses your breasts and worships your body, and loves you unconditionally in a way that no partner you would ever have possibly could. How can you care about anything else when he makes you feel this way?
When he cums in you, crying your name into the crook of your neck and you cum around him doing the same, nothing else in the world matters but you two.
You couldn't have begged the universe for a more loving brother.