dove | bee

I feel like written erotica is one of the most ethical forms of porn bc real people aren’t involved, so to safeguard a character’s boundaries as if they’re an actual person is so odd to me (yes this is about caitvi kinktober)

the cnc rules took me out plus the ban on power imbalances ??

alpha keeping an eye on his omega

Color study, i rushed some parts, time to move on 😭
#sukufushi

i’m foaming at the mouth over sukuna omfg

his own bed is ruined, so he sleeps with sukuna instead.

when toji comes into their room to check on them a couple hours later and finds them sleeping together, he is not concerned.

only relieved that the brothers are getting along with one another at last.

- fin

when sukuna does finally come, it’s all over his pussy, spread open. he jerks himself through, then runs his fingers through the mess, fucking it back into him. it’s disgusting.

terribly hot.

megumi takes another shower afterwards. he wears his nightdress before coming out.

as lewd and obscene as they are, theyre still praises.

perfect pussy. the prettiest little girl. he touches his tits, tugs at his nipples, says he’s never seen better ones.

sukuna calls him the best sister.

megumi is in tears the whole time, and he is no longer sure why.

he doesn’t let him catch a break.

he fucks him fast, takes out his cock and slaps it on his poor swollen clit, rubs himself through his soaking folds, teases his hole with the tip.

calls him all sorts of dirty names. slut. whore. daddy’s suck up little girl.

but also praises.

megumi hardly has the energy to protest anymore. or stop himself from feeling that little flutter in his chest again.

when sukuna chases his own climax it’s more intense. megumi’s pussy is oversensitive, tightening with every slide, spasming. sukuna is merciless, of course.

“you squirted just now, you know that? your virgin pussy just squirted on me.” he hums as if his words are not terribly crude and embarrassing to megumi.

megumi sobs a bit louder but sukuna shushes him.

“you did so fucking good, princess. only the best girls squirt like that.”

“did you just fucking—“ sukuna leans back to look down. megumi is crying more with the shame of it all.

“i’m sorry,” he whines, overstimulated. there is too much happening that he doesn’t understand. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay, baby,” sukuna is close again at once, pressing deep.

megumi doesn’t even know what he’s doing. something is building up in his tummy. he thinks he’s going to piss. he barely gets a chance to warn sukuna before the taut wire snaps and he’s letting go of it.

it’s between them, and megumi feels it, the way he dampens everything.

god. theyre just kids.

“oh my god,” megumi whines again, weakly. he’s clawing to hold onto sukuna because he’s the only thing he can hold onto, so he doesn’t get swept away in this sheer multitude of sensations.

“fuck, yes,” sukuna growls. “keep that pussy tight for me.”

he feels absolutely dripping. he’s sure he’s soaked the sheets. and the worst thing is, is that most of the pain is wearing away. he’s feeling— he doesn’t even want to admit it.

“oh, fuck,” sukuna is groaning into his chest. he’s mouthing there a little dumbly. like a real kid.

megumi can’t stand his words, and at the same time, he feels a fluttering knot in his chest that makes him want to squirm. sukuna leans down, draping himself over and fucks shallowly.

each push slowly gets easier. soon, there are lewd, wet noises. megumi is appalled at himself.

“i feel sick.” he moans, pained and overwhelmed.

“you’ll feel good,” sukuna grits out. “soon enough.” he spreads megumi’s now mostly limp thighs wider, and shoves his way in, repeatedly thrusting. “aw, sis,” he pants. “you feel so good. fuck. fuck, sis. perfect little girl.”

megumi throws his head back, crying out. the pressure is immense. it’s too much. his eyes burn again, heart racing like caught prey.

sukuna is relentless in pushing in. he doesn’t stop until he’s halfway, and it already feels like he’s up in megumi’s guts. he heaves, watery.

when megumi tries to squirm elsewhere, sukuna climbs on top, manoeuvring one of megumi’s legs open at an angle, leaving him exposed.

“and i will.” he says darkly, smiling. he slaps his cock on megumi’s poorly stretched pussy, and presses it to his hole. “god, baby.”

when sukuna starts to guide it lower, is when megumi snaps out of his haze, realisation dawning upon him.

“no— wait—“ he stammers, fearful. “you can’t.”

“oh, i can,” sukuna grunts, yanking his wrists towards the bed, tugging him there. he pins megumi down onto his own sheets.

veins run up the sides. a thicket of hair curls at the base. when sukuna laughs, rumbling, megumi glances up.

“you like it, hm?” sukuna tilts his head, presses forward to tap the tip against megumi’s tummy. “maybe bigger than our daddy’s.”

megumi’s face burns even more.

his eyes are shut but he opens them upon hearing a zipper.

sukuna is holding his cock. megumi has never seen a boy’s cock in real life before. only online sometimes, but accidentally, mostly. he flushes. it’s big. it fills sukuna’s hand and is longer than it. it looks living.

he’s dripping on his own brother’s fingers. oh god. oh god, how will he ever tell his father? he can’t, he decides at once. toji has enough going on. megumi cannot burden his father with this terrible situation.

he is shaking all over when sukuna pulls his palm away.

he fucks him with his fingers. megumi’s legs are trembling, struggling to hold himself up, until the only thing keeping him from collapsing to the ground is sukuna’s strong hold on his wrists, and the hand between his legs.

megumi is dripping. it’s shameful. it’s disgusting.

sukuna laughs.

“please what? i’m helping you, baby. can’t a brother help his sister?” his words are shamelessly cruel.

“i’m not your sister,” megumi whimpers. “i’m a boy.” he cries, weakly.

“daddy’s messed up that little head of yours, sweetheart. let me make it right.”

he gasps, shuddering and watery.

“god, your virgin pussy is so fuckin’ slutty,” sukuna is unabashed in his language and megumi cannot stand it at all. tears drip down. he feels himself squeeze around sukuna’s finger. “so tight.”

“please,” megumi tries. “brother.”

“well, daddy’s not home.” sukuna sounds like a demon. tears spring free from megumi’s eyes as he feels a finger finally slip in.

it’s a lot. the pressure is intense. megumi’s never had anything inside there ever before. sukuna presses in, until he’s down to the knuckle.

“you’d feel so tight,” sukuna remarks, observing. “boys like that.”

“i’m gonna—“ megumi’s seething below his crumbling strength. “i’m gonna tell—“

“gonna snitch to your daddy, now, are you?” sukuna smiles, and presses harder up into him. the tip breaches. megumi cries.

“you’re fuckin’ dripping, princess,” he laughs. “just like little girls do.”

megumi hates the moan that slithers out of his mouth abruptly when sukuna’s fingers slide in between his, indeed, moist folds, parting them easily, pressing onto his virgin hole.

“no—“ he whines.

megumi can’t believe this is happening.

“oh,” sukuna sounds self-satisfied. megumi cracks open his eyes only to see that gleam in sukuna’s gaze. “you’re all wet.”

megumi couldnt feel more ashamed of himself.

“that’s— not—“ he stammers, voice wavering but sukuna shushes him.