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kemakoshume · 3 years

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𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 (pt. 2) // enji todoroki x daughter!reader 🕊.⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⊹

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ the fallout & the comfort after a brutal storm.

a/n; so uh.. this wasn’t meant to be chaptered but here’s a little follow-up lol. next chapter will be the last :'D [pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3] <3

warnings; emotionally immature reader, looking for love in the wrong places and all that. slut shaming, violence (throwing things + mentions of more), rough sex, emotional manipulation, oral (f!receiving), intercourse, rough sex (choking, hitting, etc), a lil angsty. tw incest. [4.5k lmao so… big word count jump] ~

“The least you could do is not fuck him so loud.”

The sound of your fork crashing onto your plate is so loud in the quiet air of your home that you fear it was broken.

You glance down at it, shocked but still pleased that your daddy’s expensive plate was still in tack.

“You,” you huff, “You can hear us?”

Your brother rolls his eyes violently, scoffing at you as he snatches a roll of bread from the communal breadbasket. Your brother and sister are sitting beside you both, facing each other as you continue with dinner.

“Natsuo,” Fuyumi says, her tone as cold as her mother’s ice. “You said that you wouldn’t.”

He scowls at your sister, his eyes stale and void of any tact or patience at the moment.

“Shut up Fuyumi,” he says, his voice low. “And you… do you think I’m deaf, dumb, and blind?” he scowls, ripping the bread into pieces. “Of course I can hear you. We can all hear you! Don’t play the sweet-eyed stupid thing with me, okay? You’re an adult now. That shit doesn’t work anymore.”

You are shaking, your hands trembling as you try to speak. He bulldozes over you.

“I don’t want to hear it. We can all see you two too, and I know that you know that. Every time that we try—try—to do the family thing, you mess around. It’s fucking impossible to take this kumbaya shit seriously when you’re humping yourself all over our furniture like a puppy in heat, and we have to pretend like we don’t see his fucking boner all night, barely even trying to act like he’s not hard over you. His fucking kid!”

He throws down the bread; all the smaller pieces flying up into the air from the force, landing all over the four of you when they come back down to the ground.

“I just,” he stammers, “I can’t take this shit anymore. I can’t, and I’m sick of sitting here and pretending like it’s not happening.”

Your sister prickles, placing down her soup spoon gently and shaking the bread out of both her hair and yours. “Suo, I know you don’t like it. But, we can’t interrupt or judge what goes on in their… in their private time. We can’t—“

“Bullshit,” he says, interrupting her. “Bull-fucking-shit we can’t say anything. It’s not private Yumi. They do it in front of us! They do it—no—he does it and doesn’t care that we can hear. He doesn’t give a shit because he’s Mr. Number One. He knows we have no power to change this, and it’s bullshit. He’s taking advantage of my little sister and I can’t do anything about it. So, if all I can do is tell her not to slut herself around, or at least not inconvenience us while they do it, then that’s what I’ll do.”

The tears come then, wet and fat as they stream down your cheeks.

“I am not a s-slut. You’re just jealous, Suo,” you say petulantly, blinking to rid the tears from your eyes. “You just hate knowing that Daddy loves me as much as Shoto now even though I’m quirkless. I’m s-sorry that I can’t be good in front of everyone. I just, I like daddy so much, and it feels good when he’s around and spending t-time with us, so I can’t help it. I just want to show him that I love him, and let him show me that he loves me. You’re just mad that he loves me, Suo. More than you!”

He picks up a glass from the table and throws it. It shatters upon impact as it crashes into your family portrait. The glass in the photo frame cracks, spider-webbing over your father’s face, and your mother’s, and yours.

“Todoroki Natsuo!” Fuyumi yells, jumping up onto her feet. She has tears in her eyes just like you. You can’t help but think that she looks most like your mom when she cries. “Out! Now! Take a walk and cool down. You can come back when you realize how wrong what you just said was.”

He scoffs, pushing himself up and away from the low dining table.

“Fine. I can’t listen to this shit anymore anyway. “Love?” Please. Give me a fucking break. He acted like he could barely remember your name most of the time before you made yourself his personal cocksleeve,” he says, stalking his way towards the courtyard door. “Don’t come crying to me again in the morning when her screaming makes it hard for you to sleep, Yumi.”

He yanks open the glass door, stopping it with his hand before it can crash into the middle stability panel. “Shoto, come on. Let them talk.”

Your youngest brother moves, silently collecting two rolls of bread and some water before he trails after the eldest. His face is facing the ground, his eyes shielded by the fringe of his hair. He doesn’t spare you so much as a glance as he follows his brother outside.

You crumple into yourself once they leave; your tears shaking your body so hard that your sister has to squeeze you with all of her might to get you to stop.

“He’s so mean. When did he get so mean, Yumi?” you sob, sniffling to clear your nose.

Your sister squeezes you hard, basically cradling you in her lap like she would when you were still small. She embraces you like the mother you never really cared to have.

“He’s… he doesn’t mean to be such… an ass honey. He’s just frustrated, and angry, and he doesn’t know how to express it the right way. But, he’ll come around,” she says, putting on a smile that you know is fake. “He just needs some time to cool off. It’ll be okay, you’ll see.”

Tears prick harder at your eyes at her words, the words from your brother’s mouth playing on a little loop inside of your head.

“Love?’ Please,” he said, like it was a lie.

It wasn’t a lie.

You’re interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps, well-worn shoes thudding against the reinforced wood of your entryway stairs. The door opens and you see your father; he’s wearing athleisure clothing, coming back from a day at the agency with no personal patrol hours. He looks tired, despite the break.

“What the hell,” he says, making note of your crying as well as the shattered glass on the opposite end of the room.

He rushes across the room to snatch you up from your sister’s lap, and pulls you into his arms easily. “Where are the boys? What the fuck happened?” He’s looking down at your sister, his face twisted up like he’ll burst into flames at any moment. He feels hotter against you already.

“Nothing,” your sister says, feigning a laugh, “just a little disagreement. The boys went to go take a walk and I was just about to clean up the glass before someone stepped on it, and—”

“Daddy,” you croak, crying into his neck, “Suo was being really mean to me. I don’t know what I did to make him so mad.”

The blood drains from your sister’s face, making her skin look ghastly instead of her typical porcelain look. She looks up at your father from where she’s still kneeling on the floor, pleading with him with her eyes not to react how he normally would. She couldn’t bear to clean up blood on top of meticulously having to clean up the glass.

“Fuyumi, we’ll talk. Come get me as soon as your brother walks through that door.”

With that, he stalks off—holding you up with his strong arms. You walk through the large home until you’re in the west wing, walking through the heavy doors into his bedroom. Your tears have slowed down to mere trickles; your nose is tinted red and your eyes feel strangely dry and tired, despite the moisture still present and threatening to fill them up all over again.

Enji lowers himself down into his bed with you wrapped around him like a little koala—clinging onto him like a lifeline with your legs around his waist and your fingers in his hair.

“What did he say?” he asks, rubbing his hands up and down on your back. “Did he hurt you?”

You shake your head no, sniffling as you take a deep breath—letting yourself fully relax into your daddy’s arms.

“He… he called me a slut, and said we’re too loud, and he made it sound like you don’t love me. Shoto isn’t mean and he’s trained so much harder, so why is Suo so mean to me?” Your voice is trembling, but your father’s arms wrapped around you gives you the strength to go on. “He’s wrong,” you sob, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “You do love me. You’ve shown me every night how much you do. And, I’m not a… a slut. I’m only for you. Just for you.”

You wipe your face clean with your sleeve, lifting up your arms to remove your shirt after you do. You push your bare chest flat against your father’s, draping your arms loosely around his shoulders. You look him in his eyes, his expression soft but relatively unreadable to you. You lean in, placing a delicate kiss on his lips; you sigh into it, pressing your body against him as if you could physically fuse into his skin.

“Princess,” he coos, deepening the kiss. He licks his tongue into your mouth in slow strokes, kissing you like you have no cares—and all the time—in the world. “Your brother is just passionate. I haven’t been the best by him, or you… any of you, really. So, he’s within his rights to feel strongly about this. Will that change things? No. But, he’s entitled to his feelings regardless.”

You sigh, adjusting your body so you’re still in his lap, but with your body supported on your knees, placed on either side of your father’s wide hips, with your shins pressed against his thick thighs. He called you princess, his princess, not just your name like normal. Curse Natsuo for making you too mad to ruminate on that for long.

“No,” you whined, shaking your head—nuzzling your noses against each other, “He’s not entitled to anything. He’s just jealous; a pathetic, lonely, angry little liar on top of that,” you say, rocking yourself back and forth in your daddy’s lap. “He only thinks you don’t love me because he doesn’t know how your love feels.”

His length grows firm underneath you, pressing against the seam of your shorts that splits between the lips of your cunt. He lowers his head, taking one of your taunt nipples into his mouth, kissing and sucking the little bud like he wishes it could give him milk as it was intended. Alas, the flash of pleasure on your face as the stimulation made tingles surge up your spine would just have to suffice.

“Please Daddy?” you coo, grinding your pussy against his clothed length. “Show me how much you love me.”

You look at each other for a moment, neither of you ready to move yet as you look into each other’s eyes. He drags his hands up your sides, holding you with an assuredness that could only come from a hero. He places his hands down flat on your shoulder blades, pulling you into a kiss that was almost as hot as his flames.

You practically rip off his shirt; gripping the fabric by the collar to remove it the same way that your father put it on. You crash into his chest as soon as the thin barrier is removed from between you, kissing down the line of his neck onto his collarbones, neck, and chest. He does the same to you; kissing and marking every inch of your skin he can reach every time you need to catch your breath.

You grind yourself down on his clothed cock, feeling the ease of the slide as your sleep shorts grow wet with your arousal. You reach down between your bodies with your hand, undoing the tie on his athletic sweats and push down the fabric, feeling his cock spring out from the clothing. The sound of your daddy’s length slapping against the slippery wetness of your pussy.

“Princess, slow down,” he murmurs through his kisses, his chin resting on your top ribs and his mouth a mere centimeter away from your nipple—so close but not touching you where you want him. “We can… I’ve been told that talking about how you feel in the moment is a good thing. We could, ah, do that and then maybe afterwa—”

“No,” you interrupt, a few residual tears running hot and wet down your cheeks. “No more talking,” you say, inhaling sharply as you sink yourself down on his cock, biting down hard on your lower lip at the dizzying sting from the stretch.

You drop your head back down onto his shoulder, moaning into his neck. You hang onto his strong shoulders for dear life as you try to relax enough for the burn to go away, sinking down a little farther despite how much it aches.

“Oh,” he groans, exhaling deep loud breaths as he grips the meat of your hips. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Perfect tight little pussy.”

You feel your walls massaging his cock, flooding with slick to alleviate the pain.

“So big, Daddy,” you cry out, turning your head to suck a bruise onto his shoulder—where your marks would be sacred and hidden away during the day by your daddy’s hero costume. “Too big. Feels like you’re tearing me in half.”

He frowns, grabbing you by the nape of your neck to pull you out from the crook of his neck, making you look at him. Your cheeks are as warm as wildfire and your face is twisted up in thinly veiled discomfort.

He kisses you again, pulling you off of his length to sit you down in his lap. His cock is pressed up against your pelvic bone, extending up to your belly button. “Don’t hurt yourself. I can’t fuck you all night if you’re in pain princess. Let Daddy make it feel good.”

You nod, letting him lift you out of his lap. He tosses your body down flat onto the bed unceremoniously, climbing on top of you and trailing his large frame down the length of your body. He kisses you as he goes—all the way down until he’s hovering above your sex. He presses sweet kisses all over your hips, down the lines of your hip bones, and on the soft mound of flesh above your clit before spreading your legs open. You relax your body, letting him slide you down, bending your legs at the knees, and placing your feet on his shoulders.

He makes sloppy wet kisses against your lips, going lower until his mouth is ghosting over your entrance. He dips in his tongue, licking a stripe up from the base of your pussy up to your clit, licking his lips as he savors the taste.

“Tastes so good,” he groans, wrapping his hands and forearms around your hips, holding you steady in place. “So sweet. Just like her.”

You choke out a moan, shocks of pleasure pooling into your stomach at the first few passes of his tongue along your slit. He looks so handsome like this; with his lips slick with your juices, his jaw flexing as he works his tongue on your pussy—his shower-softened cherry red hair flopping against his brow as he closes his eyes, sucking and licking on your cunt like there was a prize to be found deep within.

While keeping his lips and tongue on your clit, he adjusted his arm, and inserted two thick fingers into your pussy, letting your own lubrication suck in the digits.

“So wet for me,” he said, pulling his mouth away from your sex to watch his fingers fuck into you. “So fucking easy.”

You let out a sharp exhale as he curls his two middle fingers against the ridged upper wall of your vagina, pushing the knuckle of his index finger firmly against your perineum. The sensation was jarring at first, but his hands are so warm and his touch so precise that you feel comfortable quickly, completely opening up and letting the pleasure wash over you.

You snap your eyes shut, and release a soft exhale as you arch into his touch. You place your hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging on his soft saffron-colored locks as he sucks and flutters his tongue over your clit, working in tandem with his long fingers.

“I can’t,” you whimper, the pleasure building up to a fever pitch quickly with a few dedicated minutes of effort with practiced precision.

You cum with a cry, rolling your hips up into his mouth as much as you can with his hands still firmly in place on your hips.

After a few kitten licks, Enji moves his face away from your sex, licking his lips and exhaling a low groan—his fingers still pumping and massaging you inside. He lifts himself up, sliding his hand up the length of your body, slapping your breast as he did, making your nipple sting with pleasurable pain. He shushes you when you yelp, your spine jerking upward at the sensation; he brings his hand up to lightly grip the base of your throat, pinching the sides with only his middle and ring fingers, along with his thumb, with his index finger lightly tapping at your chin. No real pressure, yet, just a slight warning.

“Be a good girl for me and be quiet. I don’t want to hear a sound until you’re cumming on my cock, okay?”

You nod your head silently, your eyes wide and your brow furrowed.

“Good,” he says, adjusting your bodies a bit as you hear the telltale sign of a foil packet opening.

He slides on the thin latex protection with ease, using the hand not on your throat to grip the back of your knees, pushing them down to kiss the sides of your tummy—then he sinks in, fucking himself into the wet heat like he was made for it.

He leans down to kiss you, humming a prolonged moan into your mouth while tightening the grip on your throat, mindful careful not to block your airway.

The feeling of Enji fucking you breathless is like floating on air, suspended in the atmosphere with no gravity or thoughts racing through your mind to drag you back down. All you can feel is him; his cock heavy and thick, snug within the walls of your cunt—his thumb working against your sensitive bud and his hand in control of your oxygen.

It was bliss.

Just as the edges of your vision began to mimic a vignette, he relaxes his grip—letting his hand rest against your collarbones. You take in deep breaths, a moan escaping your lips as you did so. The pleasure was building up within you again as your oxygen levels came back to baseline, flooding serotonin into your brain.

“More,” you moan, your voice small from the slight soreness left from Enji’s hand. “Please, more.”

He groans, slamming his hips into yours, bottoming out and staying there as he looks down into your eyes. He snakes his hand back up to your face, gripping your cheeks—your lips puckered out, and he gave you a spit-slick kiss.

“I thought I said to be quiet, princess,” he says, his voice deep and low. “Not following directions tonight?”

You shook your head up and down, groaning as your felt your walls clenching around his length sheathed inside of you.

“I,” you stammered, your eyes opening wide when you realized you’d made noise, again.

He smirks—not giving you any warning when he removes himself from your body, only for a moment, to flip you over onto your stomach. He grabs your hips, pulling them up and placing his hand on your spine to push it down into an arch.

Enji raises his hand up to smack you hard on your ass. You jerk forward, collapsing down to your elbows, fisting your hands into his sheets as the sting from his touch turned into pleasure—the warm tingling lingered. He did it once more; this time slapping your other cheek, gripping it hard as he positioned himself to the front of your entrance, ramming into your pussy from behind.

Your moans were stifled as you pressed your face into one of the few pillows wedged beneath you, taking it as he fucked his cock into you with ease—rubbing and pressing into the spot inside that made you see stars. Your hands grip the sheets for dear life; he’s fucking into you deep, and just hard enough that the headboard of his large king-sized bed is smacking lightly against the wall, even with stabilizers added to prevent it.

“This pussy is mine,” Enji says, his voice gruff with the edge from his impending orgasm. He grabs a handful of your hair into one large hand, pulling your head back; the movement forced your spine deeper into the arch, making you take him even deeper while he held your chin steady, so you could look up at him with relative ease. Your eyes widened as he shoved himself into you, again and again, just barely tapping your cervix every few thrusts—enough to make you gasp out in surprise, but not be in pain. “Can’t believe I missed out on this just because I didn’t know how useful you actually are princess. Such a perfect little cocksleeve for me.”

You groaned, drool rolling down from the corner of your mouth as you fought to keep yourself from making too much noise. He fish hooked a finger into your mouth, pulling slightly on the side the was wet with your spit—you brought up a hand to grip his wrist, having no choice but to take it as he stretched you open on both sides.

His pace got quicker, his hips not stalling in the slightest as his own huffs of breath got heavier, and longer. He was close. “Touch yourself. You’re going to cum with me,” he ordered, slapping your ass again with more force. You scrambled to do so, sliding your hand beneath your body to rub incessantly at your swollen, sensitive little bud. Your asscheek stung, and your eyes were wet with tears from the impending overstimulation. It was all so much, too much, but still not enough.

He dropped the hand from your mouth, not wanting to tear any of the delicate skin. “Close for me princess? Gonna cum for me?”

You groaned, feeling your release right there on the tip of your tongue, yearning to have someone push it over the edge—then it hit you. “Tell me you love me,” you said, moaning as his cock throbbed in your wet heat, pushing against all of the spots that made you feel good.

He hesitated for a moment, exhaling a deep puff of breath as he grabbed your chin, making you look back up at him as he craned his neck down to kiss you. “I love you, angel,” he groans, his hips stuttering the slightest bit as his release neared the edge next to yours.

“Tell me you love me—more than anyone else in the world,” you cried, fucking yourself back on his cock, adding even more sensation to his thrusts.

“I love you the most out of anyone else in the world,” he said, letting his hand rest on your throat, smacking your ass again. Maybe if you were lucky it would bruise.

“Tell me you love me more,” you cry, your orgasm beginning to wash over you, the last bit of your sentence coming out like a moan, “more than Shoto.”

He groans as he felt your walls clench around him, gripping your throat to enhance the feeling of your climax as he reached his peak as well. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you through the condom, filling up the tip of the condom with the abundance of his seed.

You slump against the bed once he relaxes his hand, letting him take care of wiping down your body and eventually pulling you into a bath once your head is in the right space for getting up.

You bathe in comfortable silence, sitting in your father’s lap as he washes away the day from your skin.

“You didn’t say it,” you said, slumping your body against his chest, relaxing into the above-average heat of the bath.

“Say what?” he says, using a towel to scrub soap against your breasts, placing a soft kiss on the side of your face.

“You didn’t say you loved me more than Shoto.” You can feel yourself pouting, and you’re sure your father can hear it, even though he can’t see your face.

He sighs, cupping some water to wash away the suds clinging to your skin.

“I said I loved you more than anyone else in the world,” he says, running his blunt nails along the length of your stomach, kissing you from the crown of your neck, to your ears, onto your neck—sucking more little bruises there.

“Except Shoto?” you say, your voice soft and sure, though you wished you were wrong.

He doesn’t answer you for a moment. Instead, he pulls you up to grab your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss so soft that it doesn’t feel right coming from him.

“I thought that part was implied, angel. He’s the next number one. He’s not just anybody, but neither are you. You’re my princess; you’re a Todoroki. The only quirkless child I thought I was unfortunate to have, but I see you now. I love you, more than most in this world, but he’s still special, and you’re not. I just know now that that doesn’t mean he should have been my only priority, you do matter too, despite being useless. You didn’t ask to be born that way, and I love you now regardless.”

You nodded your head, a small smile on your lips as you kissed him again. Much harder and with more heat etched into it than the kiss your father gave you. You feel his cock twitch with interest again at your kiss, and before you know it you’re sheathed on his cock again, getting fucked as you lean over the edge of his custom-sized bathtub.

He did love you, in his own way. Not as much as your brother, but that was okay. He was special and better than you, and you’d known it your whole life. If this was your father’s way to show you love, and see your value, then you’d accept it.

Having some of his love would just have to do until he could give you his all.

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kemakoshume · 3 years

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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.

#stepcest cw #kk.dark 🦇#megumi x reader #megumi x sister reader #sister reader #step sister #megumi smut #jjk smut #kk.jjk #mdni #kk.nonnie

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kemakoshume · 3 years

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𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 (𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) — tw: drugs, threesome ✼:♡*ﾟ✿

~ [for the "The More The Merrier" collab by the amazing, talented, wonderful @sinnerofthewalls] ~

a/n; no thoughts, 2:30 am, head empty. itafushi brainrot in full effect. speedran and wrote this all in one go [2.7k words]— written to this song ~

warnings/info: fem!reader (coded physically to be black but idc what you imagine, just don't be a dick about it), dwugs, sex on the drugs, safe drug-use etiquette, threesome, oral, p in v sex. boys kissin boys, friends being pals (basically a budding poly relationship sorta thing). not dc IMO but im adding my dc tag too anyway —tags: @anime-central @cursedarchiveblog— don't do drugs, this is an unrealistic work of fiction lmao. drugs are not worth the irl drama or turmoil ~

Currently having nonstop thoughts about having a threesome with Megumi and Yuuji while you’re all hyped up on cocaine.

After a long night out partying, you can't help but feel relief once you stumble into your shared apartment with your best friends, letting them follow you into your bedroom despite both of them also having rooms in your place. You can't even make it to the bed, instead choosing to fall straight onto your bedroom floor with the two handsome men alongside you.

Megumi would be saying something, griping about how his head is swimming a bit still because he might have drunk just a touch too much, while Yuuji would be rolling around, threading his fingers through the shaggy material of your large area rug, as bouncy and cheerful as ever.

You don't know why you said yes tonight when a girl in the nightclub toilets offered you a little dime-sized baggie, saying that she'd had way too much already, but you did. The contents were smooth and white and enticing enough to make your mouth drip wet with saliva at the sight. She'd gifted you pure ecstasy in a plastic pouch. What kind of person would you be if you said no?

The guys both blink at you like you had spontaneously grown a third head when you crack open your phone case, fishing out the little baggie from between the case and your cell.

You look between the two of them without explanation, reaching over Yuuji to grab your laptop from your nightstand that he's leaning against. You fish a credit card from the phone case wallet you took with you on nights like this where you didn't want to carry a purse, and you begin to break up the already pretty smooth powder into multiple lines.

"Is that what I think it is?” Megumi finally says, breaking the silence hanging over the room.

"If cocaine is what you think it is then, yeah. I'm pretty sure it's what you think it is," Yuuji replied back, scooting closer to you to watch what you're doing from up close.

You lean over him again, reaching into the deep recesses of your middle drawer to get your mini testing kit for the drug, making quick work of mixing a tiny section of the powder with the testing solution to make sure it is what the girl told you it was.

You always said you never really wanting to die alone if you could help it, but dying of a preventable overdose in your college apartment, and bringing your two best friends down with you too? Yeah, no. That wasn't a plan you had in mind.

So when the little liquid turns green and only green, matching the guide that directed you on what drugs turn the solution which color, you know you're in the clear.

"It's good," you announce, breaking the remaining powder down into lines.

The two boys look over at each other then at you, when suddenly Yuuji reaches down into his pocket, fishing out a dollar and handing it over to you.

"Thank you baby. Don't worry, you two don't have to if you don't want to. More for me," is all you say before dipping down to sniff up the white powder off the surface of your laptop case. You do so without a flinch, throwing your head back once you feel the drip begin to flow down your throat.

You see them knock their knees against each other, small smiles creeping onto their faces.

"Ah, what the hell. Worst it'll do is sober me up, best it'll do is get me high," Megumi says, plucking the rolled-up dollar from your hand so he can inhale a line for himself.

Yuuji follows suit, taking a line and a half all in one go.

You all take deep breaths, relaxing onto the carpet as you let the high creep in, since the buzz did come on quickly and rather strong.

"Oh fuck," Yuuji groans, letting his head loll back and he feels the drug begin to rush to his brain, "God that's good shit. Where'd you get this?"

You giggle, letting your eyes close as you lean back on your forearms, just... feeling it as you repeat the story back to him.

"Random bathroom girl. Too high, gave me the rest of her drugs for free. Blah blah blah."

Megumi chuckles to himself. About what, you aren't sure, and you're a little afraid to open your eyes at the moment to find out. Everything will be off-kilter and moving a bit too fast once you do, and you need one more moment of peace in the darkness behind your eyes before you subject yourself to that.

You aren't actually sure how much time passes, but you can tell the other two have grown a touch antsy with the new stimulating substance flowing through them.

You can feel a hand lightly grip the exposed skin of your thigh. Your dress is short enough that while sitting down the way you are, you're sure the two men can see the pretty cotton fabric covering the surface of your sex.

You finally let your eyes open, taking in the sight of your two besties sitting right up against each other. Their faces are only a hair length apart, their noses basically Eskimo kissing.

"Fuck, you look so pretty right now," Yuuji said, staring deeply into Megumi's eyes as his thumb began to caress the skin of your upper thigh.

It's not unexpected when they lean into each other, kissing to distract one another from the nasty nasal drip that had already passed for you. Or, they were just kissing to kiss, no distraction needed. They'd done it before. Well, kissing that is, not this specific drug. At least not to your knowledge. Other drugs though? They'd definitely done, and it had almost always ended in kisses then too.

There was something so intoxicating about watching them together. Their kisses are soft and sweet despite how hard the lines of their bodies were. Sharp jaws, firm muscles, long limbs, but still so pretty together. You can't help your gasp when the two men let their tongues loll out to tangle together among the slickness of their spit, their bite swollen lips coming together to make the most beautiful sounds.

Yuuji moans into it, rubbing his free hand up the length of Megumi's stomach, pulling at his shirt.

"Off."

He then looks over at you as Megumi undresses, pulling you up and into his lap, between them, as he envelops your lips into a flurry of kisses.

"Fucking beautiful, both of you," he says between the kisses, holding you in his lap by placing his hands underneath your ass, grabbing as much as he can manage even with his large hands.

You feel Megumi slide up behind you, putting his body flush against your back and slotting his legs between Yuuji's so you're in both of their laps now, forcing Yuuji to move his hands up to rest against your thighs. Your hair is already up and out of the way in a mess of sweat-damp curls wrapped in a loose bun, but he still grabs your hair anyway, pulling your head back and away from Yuuji so it's resting on his shoulder.

The raven-haired man captures your lips in a kiss of his own, running one of his hands up your body from your waist until his hand is cupping your braless breast through the form-fitting fabric of your nightclub dress.

Yuuji is touching you too. Kissing your wrists as he makes his way up your arm, coming up until his face is right in front of both yours and Megumi's. He puckers his lips cutely, his doe-eyes full and expectant as he leans in more until he's breathing in all of your air.

"Jesus, so fucking needy," Megumi chuckles, grabbing his friend by the nape of his neck to pull him into the kiss. You all kiss back and forth, licking into each other's mouths and peppering kisses on any skin you can reach.

Yuuji takes off his shirt as well at one point, along with his pants, leaving him exposed in his snug forest green boxer briefs. His cock is hard and hung beneath the fabric and you can't help but gulp down your own spit at the sight of it. Who gave him the right to be physically jacked, with the sweetest personality you'd ever encountered, and have a huge dick?

It wasn't fair for one human to be that perfect.

It feels nice how warm to the touch he is as he rubs his body against yours. He supports your weight in his strong arms as Megumi lifts you to shimmy off his jeans as well, along with adjusting your bodies so that Megumi's back is supported on the frame of your bed. He groans into it when Yuuji sits you down to relax into his lap again, and you begin to absentmindedly grind against his length.

"You're both so hot right now, fuck," Yuuji moaned, sliding his hands up from the bottom of your dress, pulling it up until the relatively thin fabric is bunched up around your waist.

Megumi runs his hands along the lines of your shoulders, using his thumbs to pull down the straps until the top of your dress is also wrapped around your waist, exposing your breasts.

Yuuji slides out from under your legs, sliding his body backward until he's laying down on his stomach. He fumbles around with his hands, smacking at the surface of your bed until he feels the pillows hit his palm that he was looking for. He slides one under his stomach so he can lay comfortably, while he slides the other beneath your ass where you're hanging out of Megumi's lap a little.

"Before I begin my feast, would anyone else like another line?" he says, sliding the cocaine-dusted laptop over to where you're sitting on the clean surface of your vacuum-abused bedroom rug.

He uses your card to make three more lines, smaller than the first few but still hefty in their own right. He cranes down his neck to take up a line, pinching his nostrils closed as he leans his head back once the drip starts up again.

He hands you the laptop, letting you take your own line in with ease. Megumi has his arms wrapped around your breasts, only removing one of them to lean down around your shoulder, pressing his face against your neck to take his own line. He presses his finger against the laptop cover, collecting the last few morsels of the drug. Then he pushes his finger into your mouth, dragging the digit across your gums until you can no longer feel your own teeth.

He removes his finger once he sees a smile cross your face. You can see the numbness, the tingles, the ecstasy... all of it begin to cross both of their faces again as well. Yuuji's laughing, and now so is Megumi, so of course, you start too. Everything just feels so fucking good. It's impossible not to.

"God," you moan, the dopamine firing off at insane rates in your brain, "I need you. I don't care who, I just need someone in me. Fuck, I could cum just from your fingers at this point."

You're reaching your hand up to caress the side of Megumi's face, and he kisses the back of your hand.

Yuuji grabs a water bottle from somewhere, probably your dresser, and chugs it. He swishes the water around in his mouth for a moment before swallowing, trying to get the remnants of the drug out from his mouth before he goes down on you. Numbing up your clit by accident didn't sound like a good time.

"Hold her open for me Fushiguro," Yuuji said, reaching forward to pull you down further on the pillow.

Megumi had a pillow slid behind his back as well, so it's simple when he grabs your legs, sliding his own body down just a touch so that he can hold you open for Yuuji easily.

To be frank, it's almost embarrassing how fast you're cumming once Yuuji gets his mouth on you.

You're extremely aware of Megumi's presence holding you steady, and Yuuji tearing you apart. Megumi's hands are busy tweaking your pretty pebbled nipples while his mouth sucks and licks at the sensitive skin below your ear. While Yuuji's tongue is busy licking at your cunt. He's firm and precise in where he chooses to lick at your folds. Your clit was overly sensitive in the best way with the hum of the drugs flowing through your veins, making everything more sensitive. But when he starts fucking into you with his long tongue, using his thumb to swirl across the surface of your clit? Oh, you're a fucking goner.

"Aw, Yuuji, you're making our princess squirt already. Haven't even fucked you yet and you're making such a big mess on the new rug," Megumi teased, kissing at your neck as your back arched off of the man's torso.

You could feel the flood of liquid coming from your sex when you came, and it was indeed making a mess. All over the floor, all over your thighs, and all over Yuuji's face.

It shouldn't make you smile as hard as it does when he comes up for air, his face drenched in your slick, with the goofiest smile across his face once he realizes how good he made you feel.

"I've never seen her do that before. Gotta say, I think I'm a fan," he says matter-of-factly, coming up between your legs to kiss at your lower belly.

"Fucking idiot," you giggle, smacking the top of his head softly.

You're thrown back into the deliriousness of pleasure when Megumi snakes a hand up your body, coming up to wrap his hand firmly around your throat.

"Don't get too relaxed baby girl. We have so much more to do."

So, yeah, you end up fucking like little rabbits the rest of the night, even once the coke has eventually started to wear off.

The ecstasy surged through every neuron firing off in your brain, down through all the nerves in your body for the first two or so rounds that you had sex. Megumi fucked into you at a punishing pace as Yuuji lets his cock slide along your folds. He rubbed up against you that way until you came for them again, clenching around Megumi so well that he came inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

In the next round, Yuuji takes you from behind, fucking you like you were molded for his cock while Megumi lets you lean into him for support, kissing you as you took Yuuji's dick until you came around him as well. He was too big and his dick curved just the right way and you can't help it when you end up crying, yelling out in ecstasy as they both work in tandem to rip the third orgasm from you that night.

The last two rounds are all about you. How many times they can make you cum? Who can give you the strongest orgasm? All the while, the two boys are also touching each other. Kissing and caressing and milking each other for orgasms as well when their refractory periods are over and they're ready to go again.

It feels like a lifetime has passed when you see the faint beginnings of overcast daylight breaking through your windows. You're finally all tucked into bed. Begrudgingly clean since Megumi had forced you all up and into the shower for a lazy cleaning after all the excitement. Though, you can't complain too much. Not when you got to be cleaned and kissed and adorned by the two men as they showered you, and not when you got to watch as they kissed and took care of each other.

The comedown would be a bitch to deal with the next day. You can feel it coming on already. The frazzling in your nerves, the fog coming in to muddle your brain and make you feel as grey as the incoming cloudy sky, but that's okay. The morning would come with take-out breakfast and cuddles and comforting kisses. How could you not see the bright side in that?

sooooo... what'd you think? lmk lmao. when i say i speedran this shit i mean i just finished writing and crossposting this and it's only 4:30 am. it was supposed to be a drabble but come on... my drabbles lately are never drabbles. oh but speaking of crossposting, this is also posted on ao3: here. i crosspost just in case something happens to this acct so go bookmark it if you want it just in case || taglist request || ~

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kemakoshume · 3 years

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𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 // enji todoroki x daughter!reader 🕊.⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⊹

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ the first time was an accident, the next time it won't be.

a/n: i just cranked this out literally twenty minutes ago in one sprint & im too lazy atm to edit so apologies for any errors. not my usual content lol but this was on my mind so here, accept the gift. just a disclaimer for the ppl who don't know how tags work... if you don't like it... don't read it + liking something in fiction doesn't mean i think its acceptable irl yadda yadda yadda. [1.3k, enjoy!] ~

edit: coming back to add that this will be chaptered now! [pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3] <3 this can be read as a standalone though

warnings: father x daughter, mentions of p in v sex, masturbation, family time, tw incest obviously, voyeurism if you squint :D

The first time you cum in front of your daddy is on accident.

You’re in the living room together with your big sister Fuyumi, and your father, Enji, and your big brothers too, watching movies together for the first time in a while; the first time in so long you can barely remember the last. The living room was large—definitely big enough for you to sit correctly on a couch all by yourself, but you don’t want that.

You’re just so excited. Practically vibrating all over with glee at the mere prospect of spending time with your family, your whole family; minus your mother. Though, to be fair, you didn’t really miss her much. You liked the idea of having your Daddy all to yourself. You barely knew her, so her being gone was the least of your worries.

What mattered was that he was finally trying. He noticed you, finally, and was trying his best to be present—to be good, and you could finally show him how much you loved him despite him never noticing.

He was giving you the chance to make him notice you—to be his new favorite, even more than Shoto. The thought of it made you want to scream.

In all your joy at the sight of your daddy sitting on the couch, with some popcorn clutched in his large right hand, you climb up on the arm of the couch next to him. The desire to be as close as you can that you don’t even want to sit on the cushion beside him. No, you need to be right up against his arms, right in his face where he can see you and you can feel him—his strong dominant presence so soothing beside you.

“Alright, Natsuo. Startup the film. I have patrols in three hours,” he says, jutting out his chin to motion towards the DVD player.

Your big brother huffs, dragging himself off of the couch to put in the film Fuyumi had rented, lowering himself back onto the couch across from you with the rest of the siblings. The lights were off in the space, the only extra illumination in the room coming from the fire crackling lowly in the fireplace on the opposite wall.

Your skin is bathed in the orange glow from the fire, the warmth from both it and your flame-hero father sitting beside you making you feel soothed and warmed through to your bones.

Because you’ve effectively taken up the whole armrest, the hero has to wrap his arm around your ass, letting his hand loosely settle on your hip. Not grabbing you, but running his fingertips along the skin there. Innocent, absentmindedly, and your heart swells. He had never been an affectionate man in general, but he's changing. He's touching you, for the first time in the longest time, and it feels good.

The movie is going on, some romance film or another where the couple begins yelling and fighting but it ends in a kiss, and that kiss turns to more. You feel your father stiffen a bit as the scenes flash across the screen in a PG-13 appropriate haze, but still. His hands are more firm on your hip now, even dipping a bit lower to rest on your ass.

You don’t really notice the little circles you’re making with your hips—only really processing the sight on the TV in front of you, and the feeling of your father’s fingers tracing little figure-eights on the exposed meat just below the hem of your shorts. It feels good—when you rock back and forth on the extra-firm filling on the arm of the couch. You angle your hips down a bit, grinding your clit against the furniture as you imagine that’s your daddy touching you like the man is for the woman on screen.

His tongue on your neck, his hands touching your breasts, and his cock pistoning in and out of your barely used pussy.

You lick your lips, the small huff of air exiting your lungs nearly inaudible over the crescendo of music blasting from the speakers as the scene changes into something more upbeat. The couple is dancing down the New Orleans streets, with pretty lights and awed spectators all around them. It’s beautiful, and it feels so sweet when the man kisses her again.

Fuck, you wanted your daddy to kiss you like that—to make you feel as loved and whole and important as the men in the movies always did for their heroines. You wanted his hands to touch your body and his tongue against your clit and for him to say your name like sweet nothings when he came inside of you and held you close.

He feels your hips moving then; wrapping his arm firmly around your waist, squeezing the plump flesh as he leaned in towards your ear.

“Y’okay... honey? You’re shaking. Do you need me to do something for you?” he says, his lips lightly brushing against the shell of your ear. “You can trust me, I promise. Tell Daddy what's wrong.”

You look over at your father, looking into his deep blue eyes and melting beneath the warmth of his body so close to yours. You don’t mean for it to happen then, when you’re looking directly down at the man who gave you life. His face shows so much at once; a lifetime of regrets and a growing urge to please—a man who longs to make up for lost time, for not being the best man he could be for you. Looking into his eyes, seeing it all, you let go.

“I, Daddy,” you moaned, airy and louder than you could control, as the little rubber band stretched inside of you finally snapped—your little cunt sloppy and wet and dripping all over the fabric of the couch as you hump yourself into climax at his words. “Just want you—to be good for you.”

You’d be lying if you said the look on his face wasn’t at least a little comical, but the look on your siblings’ faces… not so much. You like to think that they think you did it by accident; since technically you did. Cumming so hard and so fast that you were dizzy was not something you intended to do in front of your siblings; it felt as though you and your daddy were the only ones in the room. Still, it was something you wanted—something spurred on by your thoughts—not just a spontaneous result of young adult hormones at work.

You accept it when Fuyumi comes over to you and asks if you’re feeling sick, trying to cover up for you despite the slight flush on your skin, with your nipples hard and visible through your camisole, and your little cotton shorts basically molded to your sex from the sheer amount of lubricant dripping from your cunt.

You pretend not to see how hard your daddy is when she whisks you away, the movie forgotten as your sister sets up a bath in the springs for you and helps wash down your body like she used to in simpler times.

You pretend to be lost in the night when you tiptoe out of your room, shimmying your way into your daddy’s bed nude to wait for him in the morning. You pretend not to like it when he scoops you up, and holds you for the first time, and fucks into you so deep and hard in those early hours of the morning that you cry. And most of all, you pretend not to be giddy with anticipation when your sister suggests that you all watch a movie again, as a family.

And in turn, they pretend not to notice when you cum for him again—riding yourself up to a high while he paints the inside of his pants white while some boring movie plays, rubbing the exposed skin on your body that you deliberately show more and more of every time.

You made a decision, that every time from then on that you came for him would be on purpose.

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#endeavor smut #enji smut #endeavor x reader #tw incest #tw inc*st #todoroki enji x reader #daughter reader #dilf enji #endeavor x you #kk.dark 🦇#kk.bnha #kk.writes #hehehe my first fic on tumblr in weeks and this is what i publish first #faire semblant series

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kemakoshume · 3 years

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every time we touch (bokuto x chubby fem!reader as god-siblings) ˖⁺ ☁⋆ ୭ 🕊.⋆｡ [𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 🔞]

warnings: god-sibling/stepcest cw. it’s definitely written more like god-siblings than step-siblings, meaning your parents (moms) are besties and raised you like siblings [where i’m from being a godparent means that if anything happened to your parents and your family couldn’t take you, the godparents adopt you, basically]. corruption kink, a little dub-con just bc reader is inexperienced & bokuto is older (idc how you old you are he's ~3 years older than you lol), oral (both ways), first time, virgin!reader, fem!reader. everyone's of age.

a/n; so uh… here’s this. this has been on my mind for like a day and a half and i realized i have way too much fluff on my page for my liking lmao. if dc isn’t your thing but you still want to follow me for my other content then pls block the first [kk.] hashtag, i totally understand. if you choose to read anyway after reading the warnings, don’t come complaining in my ask box because i will be an asshole back at you. fair warning. welcome to dark content from me (´• ω •`) ♡ hope you enjoy!

The first time he touched you, you panicked.

It was a kiss. During a moment of calm, after he'd hugged you goodbye and held you in his arms, it happened. He lowered his lips down to yours in one brisk movement and for a moment, you let him. You let your lips relax, and his tongue slide against yours, before you processed what was happening and pulled away. This was… wrong. He was your brother. And at that moment, as if the universe wanted to rail home that point to you, your parents came bounding into the room, excitedly saying their own goodbyes and scooping each of you into hugs of their own. You got into the car and went home with your mother without saying another word.

Things had been strange after that.

Your brain refused to shut up for weeks. Rationalizing, questioning, fantasizing. Sure, you weren’t raised together but you’d known each other since birth. You’d spent your entire childhoods introducing each other as "siblings" to your friends and being treated as such by your families. So, why did he want to touch you the way boyfriends should? You were younger, mature but still a bit awkward, and you had plenty to learn. You were just beginning to blossom and fill out your body, finally coming into your own. Albeit later than most people, starting that journey of maturity and self-discovery in college instead of high school like your peers, but still.

He was attractive, you've always known that even if you would never have admitted it. He'd always been tall and muscular since he'd began working out and playing sports back in his school days, but now, as an adult, he'd grown into a man no woman could reasonably resist. He was funny and sweet and loved to love other people. Still, him liking you in any way that was more than familial felt off. Even if you weren't chosen family, you weren't the kind of girl a guy like him would go for. He was the star athlete type, you were an academic. He had a six-pack, and you were... round. So, you panicked, and you left, and you overthought it.

Until he touched you the second time.

You'd never texted very much, and that hadn't changed since the kiss. He was an athlete on a D1 team, while you had plenty of schoolwork and club events going to keep yourself busy as well. He had his own life and you, yours. So, you chose not to think about it. Moving on and living your life day-to-day, pushing the kiss that should've never happened out of your mind. You barely saw each other anyway, so it didn't matter. You might as well have imagined it.

*ding*

bkt: hey baby sis :D mom said you can come with us to my last game of the season if you wanna. it's a far drive but everyone's coming. we'll come get you and take you home on the ride back. say yes :) i miss your cute lil face

Okay, you could do that. Maybe he'd forgotten about the kiss? Maybe he'd found himself a new cheerleader girlfriend or dance team captain FWB or something and moved on from it. Going to support him would be good, you could get back to normal.

bkt: if you come, it'll be cold. bring gloves. and chapstick. i'll try to keep you warm the best that i can

Ah, nope. Of course he hadn't. You might not have had the most experience in the world, but you heard the suggestive tone even through text.

Apparently your parents had spoken about it already and your mom had said yes on your behalf. The weeks left before the game winded down quickly, and the weekend had arrived before you knew it.

Seeing him for the first time in the better part of a year was... electric. He'd gotten even bigger somehow, filling out the larger-sized uniform he'd grown into. His hair was in a more relaxed style though it was still the same beautiful black and white shade. His cheeks were kissed red from the cold of the oncoming winter season, and his huge smile extended up to his eyes as soon as he saw you.

"[y/n]!" he yelled, running off of the field to where you stood on the sidelines at the end of the game, a smile plastered on your face too after his team's game-winning goal.

He scooped you up into a hug, innocent enough to the onlookers around you but different for you. He squeezed you tighter around your waist with his large hands, the small movement seemingly nothing to anyone else but it meant plenty to you. He'd done the same before he kissed you.

Your families were oblivious, taking photos and laughing about how cute the two of you were. He found you cute alright, but in a way that would give your parents a heart attack if they knew.

The ride home from his game had been as long as he'd said it would be. You'd clambered for the farthest seats in the back of the truck you traveled in, cozying up to each other for warmth. Your god-mom threw the two of you a blanket and cranked on the heat, turning away to look at the road, listening to music in the front with your god-father.

It didn't take long before he was running his fingers along the length of your plush tummy. Squeezing you gently and rearranging your clothes. The second time he touched you, he rubbed your clit under the blankets while you both pretended to sleep. It just… it felt right that time. The energy was good after the game, the tension was palpable in air around you as he’d looked at you in your cute little dress and stockings, and you felt so hot with need. You wanted him, to be touched by him so badly, much more than you’d ever admit out loud.

He was so much more experienced. His touch was practiced and precise against your little button and between your folds. The little whispers in your ear about how beautiful you were and how sexy you were every time he saw you made you desperate. Desperate and delirious with need for him. You came so hard, bitting onto your bottom lip so fiercely that you feared it would bleed. In true Bokuto fashion, he (obnoxiously) faked sneezed to cover your whimpers, just in case the radio shielding your sounds wasn't loud enough. You giggled as you came down from your high, relaxing into his arms.

He cooed in your ear softly about how good you were and how pretty you looked cumming all over his fingers.

You went home that night trying not to let the wobbliness in your legs show, silently hoping you'd see him again sooner rather than later. Shame swirled in your gut amongst the butterflies that came when you thought about his hands for too long. He had so many things to teach you, so many ways to make you feel good. Titles be damned, you wanted him. You knew he wanted you too. How bad could something that felt so good be?

The third time did come sooner than the last, and you were grateful. Excited, even. Your mother invited him to stay for the weekend even though she worked, and you took advantage of every moment.

"Has anyone ever gone down on you before baby girl?" he asked one night, hovering above you on the couch while some movie illuminated the dark living room you were sat in, "I wanna make you feel good. Need you to know that I was the first one to make you feel good like this."

And you let him.

You let him be your first for a lot of things over the course of those nights. The first to suck your clit until you came, swears dancing on your tongue around his name. The first to enter your mouth, letting him use it until he was cumming all over your face for the first time since you didn't know how to swallow, yet. The first to fuck you open and soothe you through the ache of his cock filling you up. He was gentle, and kind, like always. Making sure his baby sister was nice and fucked out, having the best possible first time. You'd never forget how he'd cried into your neck, so drugged on bliss at how wet and tight your pussy was for him. How you cried for your big brother to make you feel good, to use you however he wanted.

The moments you could steal together from then on were always fun. All of your stolen kisses felt sweet. The way he'd grab your ass, or pull down your shirt just for a second so he could suck on one of your tout nipples, or run his hand through your folds underneath your dresses when you'd come over without panties on. It was all you could ask for and more. The secret was sexy. He was sexy, and you'd always treasure him and thank god for making him your brother.

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