toji fushiguro - grandpa!toji , dad!toji and his pestering wife , threesome w stepbro!gumi , first kiss , stepdad!toji somno , drunk dad!toji noncon , phone sex , headlock , infornt of ur plushies , threesome w uncle!shiu
satoru gojo - dad!toru helping you sleep , bigbro!fratjo , who's the bigger perv? , dad!toru threesome , breeding w dad!gojo ,
itachi uchiha - bigbro!itachi noncon
ryomen sukuna - uncle!kuna , gross uncle!suku
madara uchiha - dad!madara noncon
donquixote doflamingo - uncle!doffy
geto suguru - dad!geto is so rough , dad!geto is the only one for you , bigbro!sugu , dad!sugu drabble , somno w big!bro
shiu kong - dad!shiu , threesome w dad!toji
levi ackermann - dad!levi rewarding you
choso kamo - bigbro!cho helps you w your period pains , gross bigbro!choso
eren yeager - bigbro!eren
armin arlert - yandere big bro!armin
megumi fushiguro - bigbro!megumi , threesome w stepdad!toji
SUMMARY: [stalker toji!x reader!] After working late at night, you choose to save a few bucks and walk home through the poorly lit back alleys instead of taking a cab and end up getting followed by this huge scary looking man.
CONTENT WARNING: non-con : graphic violence : p in v : deep penetration : cervix fucking : hand over mouth : stalking : explicit language : size difference : manhandling : choking : gagging (fingers) : pet names : lifted/carried sex : dead dove; do not eat
His large hand clamps over your mouth, his fingers digging in your cheeks, squishing them roughly, muffling your moans and cry for help as your palms press flat against the old building’s wall.
“Fuccckkk, you feel so damn good” he says, letting out a groan and pulling out his fat cock only to push it back balls deep inside you as your body jerks violently forward, trying desperately accommodate to the brutal stretch, your legs wobbling and buckling beneath you, weak from the continuous deep fucking.
He’s really big, thicker and bigger than anyone you have taken before. His cockhead touches right up against your cervix with every thrust. Pain blooms through your overstretched walls as he smacks his hips against your ass, the obscene sound of it filling your ears.
His other hand is wrapped around your throat as he keeps thrusting inside you, “Yeah, just like that doll” he grunts, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you clenched around his big cock in fear. “You feel so, so much better than I had expected, isn't it my lucky day?”
“Fuckin’ sweet little thing like you walking these streets alone at night, what were you thinking doing that uh?”
He was right, you had not thought enough while walking back home late at night. Initially you had thought of taking a cab but just to save a few bucks you decided against it.
You shouldn't have. You lived in a big city so even if you had a job which on paper seemed good enough of a paycheck it hardly managed the expenses of the said big city.
Everything was expensive here so even if you lived past a shady neighbourhood, you were glad enough to have the roof above your head. You couldn't afford or even think of changing places until you got a promotion or changed your company for a higher paying one.
You were walking towards your block when you felt someone following you and you glanced over your shoulder only to see this huge bulky and scary man walking a few feet away from you.
You had immediately turned around, heart pounding with fear, hoping it was not what you were thinking and he would take a different turn or route from you. But no, he kept walking after you, turning where you did as you kept checking for him through your peripheral vision.
Even from a distance, he stood out so it was not hard for you to realise that he indeed was following you. And it seemed like he was not going anytime soon or leaving you alone, so you had fastened your pace and nearly ran when you were just a few blocks away from your apartment.
You ran as fast as you could in those damn work heels of yours, as it clattered loudly on the silent street. Huffing as your chest burned, not used to this much of physical activity as you hardly got any time for it, you ran with all your might not looking back and that was your biggest mistake as he was also running after you. Just two more blocks you had thought, you were so close!
Then only he had caught you, his massive arms wrapping around your waist, yanking you to his chest and his large, rough hand had clamped over your mouth before you could scream, smothering your cry for help and protest.
He had moved really fast, dragging you along with him in a nearby alley, where even the streetlamp’s light didn't reach, bunching up your work skirt and tearing off your panties.
You had thrashed wildly, kicking your legs, trying to fight him off, but it was useless. He was too strong for you to do any real harm to him or save yourself from him, he had easily overpowered you pushing you up against the wall in the complete darkness.
He changed the angle pulling out his cock with a low, frustrated grunt, like he hated being out of you even for a second. His thick cock dragged heavily along your walls on his way out, before you could even relax thinking it was probably finally over and he was done with you, he bent his knees slightly, adjusting his angle, and drove back in with one powerful upward thrust. A sharp burst of pain shot through your core, making you yelp in agony against his hand.
The new position forced him even deeper. You felt every inch of his thick cock stretching you open again, his cockhead pressing hard against your cervix, bullying its way in until his heavy balls slapped against your clit, your fingers clawing against the plain brick wall, nothing to hold on too as he started fucking you harder from the new position.
“Don't you know how dangerous it is to roam outside at nighttime, especially if you look so fuckable and vulnerable. You're gonna attract the wrong kind of men you know?”
You tried to scream again, thrashing your head side to side, but his hand only tightened over your mouth making it hard for you to breathe. Tears streamed down your face as your legs shook violently to his relentless ramming inside your cunt.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest pressed flush against your back. “Shhh,shhh, don’t fight it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me. Taking my cock like a good little slut.”
“And it's not like you're taking a cock for the first time, I went inside you so easily. Do you have a boyfriend, doll? Who's the lucky bastard fucking this sluty cunt of yours, not gonna lie I am quite jealous.”
Another hard thrust as he pushed himself up from the low angle making you whimper against his palm. You could feel the huge and fat cock of his dragging inside your walls, as it clenched around him due to your fear and distress.
His fingers on your throat loosened just a fraction, as you gasped finally able to breath taking deep shaky breaths only for him to slide up and force two thick fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue and fucking shallowly into your mouth as you choked and gagged on his fingers, while at the same time he fucked you with his cock slamming inside you.
He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting his cock settle inside you. One of his hands left your hip to grope roughly at your tits through your plain office shirt, “Such a nice pair of tits, baby. Should I loosen them free? They will bounce real good while I fuck you raw–ahhh....shit.”
Toji threw his head back letting out a deep moan as your cunt involuntarily clenched around him, your body reacting out of new found fear. The sudden tight squeeze made him hiss through his teeth.
“Oh, baby don't do that” he let out a throaty chuckle near your ear, "You’re gonna snap my dick in half. Don't worry I am not bothering with your shirt, too much work you know.”
You sobbed harder, body trembling as he picked up the speed again, fucking you harder and faster, as your whole body shook from his ruthless, rentless thrusts.
Your knees finally gave out beneath you as you almost fell down only for him to tighten his hold on your waist keeping you upright and going in and out inside of you groaning in your ear.
He lifted you higher with both his arms now wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling your body back against his chest as he slightly bent his knees and leaned a little backwards. Your feet left the ground, dangling helplessly just inches above the floor, toes pointing down but not touching.
The position was overwhelming, dangling like this, worse than before any of the positions he had put you through. Now, only supported by his arms around your waist, hardly able to move except by the thrusts of his cock.
Your body had grown so weak from the brutal fucking that all you could do now was take it, with your back arching against his chest as painful moans and whimpers spilled from your lips now free from his clamped hand.
“You live around here, right?”he asked grunting. “Bet you’re gonna feel me leaking and dripping from your cunt all the way home when I fill you up, I hope you remember this big cock of mine, I bet it's bigger than your boyfriend's.”
“Gonna fill this sweet pussy of yours, doll.” He said his hips slamming up harder into you. “Pump you full with my cum and you’re gonna take it all like the helpless little fucktoy you are. Ain’t that right, princess?”
Send me rape threats, I’m serious. Unload all your dirtiest, most depraved, rough fantasies in my dms and watch me get wet at the thought of you acting them out with me. I wanna hear in detail about how daddy would fuck my tight tiny cunnie and lend me out for any man to use, preferably multiple men at the same time. No limits at all. I’m waiting <3
"you're disgusting," as you wrap your legs around his ass. "stop cumming in me-- oh, my god--"
"Stop cumming on my cock!" he's ramming into you as hard as he can, slamming the headboard into the wall with every stroke. "cant pull out when you're dr-dripping down my balls and... god, fuck, when your body does that-"
his head dips down to suck your tits into his mouth and the sensation makes your body twitch and kick-
warmth pulses inside you
"I can feel it, that's so gross," you whine. "i hate you-"
Love how most filet crochet patterns in english are for flowers and stars and maybe laura palmer and then filet crochet patterns in spanish are just straight up altar centerpieces
Warnings: noncon, mdni, cumming inside, unprotected p in v, cervix kissing, yandere, emotional manipulation, coercion, guilt-tripping, dd:dne, if you're uncomfortable with such content, filter the tags or block my blog, stay safe!
Yandere Boyfriend! who would noncon you over and over again, apologizing everytime and promising you that he won't do it again.
Of course, he doesn't mean it.
He feels sorry for hurting you, but he doesn't like it when you push him away, something inside him snaps everytime you deny him, he loses all control.
What do you mean you're not in the mood? Do you not love him?
What do you mean you got your period? It doesn't matter, you're saying it because you hate him right?
It hurts? Well guess what? It hurts him more because you're denying him of the ultimate act of love!
He doesn't like it at all.
So before anything else can leave your mouth, he's already intruding into your hole, burying his cock inch by inch, raw. You could feel the way it uncomfortably stretches you, the burning sensation escalating with every thrust.
Your cunt contracts around his cock as he growls into your ear, small gasps escaping his mouth as he fucks you deeply, his tip slamming against your cervix.
It's painful, it hurts, it burns.
Tears escape your eyes at the sensation, just waiting for him to be done with you. He licks your tears away, dragging his wet tongue across your cheek before pressing a kiss to your mouth.
His other hand dips down between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it to make it feel good for you too.
One thing about him is that he will always make sure you get to finish too. Is he an extremely selfish person? Yes, but not when it comes to this, he mainly does this because he loves the way your walls contract and flutter around him.
This is also usually the time the anger and everything dissipates, he comes back to his senses and feels guilty when he notices your painful expression, he begins to panic, but his hips don't stop moving, in fact, they speed up.
“i'm sorry— mhm fuck—!” The obscene sound of skin slapping continues to echo in the air. “I'm sorry baby, I dont— I don't like doing this! Please— oh fuck fuck— please forgive me.” He begs, all while his fingers work faster around your clit. He leans down, sucking on your tits.
It doesn't take long for you to finish, especially after he's basically forcing an orgasm out of you by stimulating you.
“I— please forgive me darling, i wont do it again— I lost control, I'm so sorry, I promise, please please please please.” He cries out gasping when he feels your cunt clench and contract around him. His hips piston and drill into your cunt sloppily, a tell-tale sign that he's near, and as if on cue, he cums.
He empties himself deep inside you, ropes of cum directly shooting against your cervix, while he rides his orgasm out and not long after collapses on top of you.
He switches positions, pulling you against him as he cuddles you, arm wrapped around your head and one gently patting your back as he assures you, calming your shaking and crying form.
“I'm sorry baby, it must've been scary right? I don't know what came over me.. it just happened. Please don't hate me. Please. Please.” His voice cracks, genuine emotion coating his words.
“I'm really sorry okay? I try not to, but I just can't—” He sniffs, before reaching down and burying his face into your neck, as if he is the one that needs comfort. “—just can't help myself, I promise I won't do it again. You'll forgive me right? Please.” His voice is muffled, but still clear and you could hear the guilt.
Of course, you forgive him.
You have to, you don't have any other choice, because if you don't— he'll get mad again.
This is the 4th time it happened this week alone, and it's only Wednesday.
You don't have a choice at all, you lost the freedom to have it ever since the day you decided to start dating him.
— yuta okkotsu, izuku midoriya, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, gojo satoru, choso kamo + your fave, feel free to imagine any chara you want!
big brother yuji and uncle sukuna use your throat before dinner
2.9k cw : incest, cheating, degradation, praise, blowjobs & face fucking, cum shots, cum swallowing, humiliation, some misogyny, butt stuff if you squint, very dubcon. based on this request <3
You and Yuji never had a normal sibling relationship, you two were always closer than that. When other parents would complaining about their siblings bullying one another and fighting constantly, your parents would boast about how well their kids got along.
You're not sure your parents ever used a word other than "sweet" when talking about you and your brother, but they'd probably keel over and die if they knew about even a fraction of what you two do to one another.
The cuddling, the kisses on your cheeks and forehead, those could maybe be overlooked. But eventually those turned into makeout sessions and dry humping until you both came in your pajamas, and neither of you could restrain yourselves anymore after that. What you were doing had already crossed the line so you might as well go all the way.
Yuji would join you in the shower, fuck you up against the glass and wash your hair after. He would drive you to see your friends, but you would just wind up riding him in the backseat before heading home right after to have sex one more time.
You two tried to be at least somewhat discreet, but eventually you started to get a bit too comfortable. And that's how you're here now. Home for the holidays and in Yuji’s old bedroom where you’re straddling his face, your own just an inch away from his pelvis, all while your family is preparing dinner down the hall.
You're trying to make him feel as good as you, you really are. Your lips are sealed around his cock as you bob your head up and down, tongue gliding along his shaft. But it's so hard to keep up whenever his tongue dips into your cunt, lapping at your dripping hole and flicking at your clit.
Yuji's eating you out with a desperation you've never felt from him before because he knows you have limited time. The loud voices and laughter coming from the kitchen tell you that your parents are still drinking and chatting with your aunt and uncle, but eventually someone will come knocking to let you know the food is ready.
And all that Yuji wants before he sits down for dinner is to feel you gushing onto his tongue, swallowing whatever he can of your cum to whet his appetite.
He's practically slurping up your arousal as two hands grip your ass, kneading the fat and spreading you open to get better access to your cunt. Yuji can tell by the way your legs are shaking and you're spending more time moaning around his cock than sucking it that you're getting close.
In the back of your mind, there's a budding feeling of guilt surrounding your inability to pleasure your brother at the moment. Yuji hasn't paid it any mind though because he knows it's not your fault—it's his.
He makes you feel so good.
Your toes curl as your hands grip the bedsheets when he slides a hand inward, circling his thumb around your asshole. The pressure is foreign and makes you squirm and not a minute later you're cumming. You'd worry that Yuji's nearly drowning with the way your pussy is soaking his face, but he won't let you go.
Strong hands move to your thighs and hold you in place as he keeps licking at your twitching hole, gently cleaning you up. You whimper softly around Yuji's stiff cock when your hips jerk on instinct to pull away, the sensitivity making your head spin.
"Tastes so good baby," Yuji's out of breath, swiping his tongue lazily against your clit once more. He chuckles against you when you whine at the feeling. "God I can't get enough of you, wish I could do this for hours."
"Fuckin' knew I'd find you two in here."
It's almost comical the way you and Yuji move in sync, both of you peeling yourselves away from one another in record time and spinning around to see none other than your uncle Sukuna. He's shutting the bedroom door behind him with a soft click when he meets your eye, a dangerous glint shining in his.
"It's uh, it's not what it looks like," Yuji throws out the same tired excuse everyone tries.
As if you aren't both naked and sweaty, hair touseled and chests heaving as you sit atop opposite ends of Yuji's bed.
Sukuna lets out a sharp laugh, his arms coming to cross in front of his broad chest as he looks down his nose at the two of you. "You mean you two weren't just 69ing like a couple of amateurs?"
Your heart is hammering in your chest as a sweat breaks out across your forehead. You two are so screwed. One look at Yuji tells you enough to know that the idiot boy is still going to try and talk his way out of this but it's a lost cause. You're not even sure how long your uncle had been standing there because you never even heard the door open!
"Please, uncle Sukuna," your voice wavers in a way that you hate, "don't tell them. Y-you can't."
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't." Sukuna spits the pet name at you so rudely it makes your stomach turn with disappointment remembering all the times your father used it as a term of endearment. "But what do i get for keepin' my mouth shut?"
You're at a loss for words. You think he can't possibly be serious right now but everything about his demeanor tells you that he is. Sukuna steps toward you, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head up at him. The intensity in his gaze makes you shiver and his mouth splits into a wide smile.
"Your brother make you feel good?" Sukuna coos, "looked like he made you cum pretty hard."
Yuji's eyes are darting between you and Sukuna, just as dumbfounded as you are. The difference is that you still look scared, it's obvious by the look on your face and the way you're curling in on yourself. But Yuji is over that initial sense of panic, and watching the way his uncle's large hand easily wraps around your neck is making his cock twitch back to life.
Your breath hitches. You should be able to breathe just fine, Sukuna's hand is only resting around your throat, not squeezing. And yet it feels like you're not getting enough air.
"Need to find out for myself what's got this kid so whipped," Sukuna mutters before pulling you by your neck. He guides you off the bed and towards the ground until you're kneeling at his feet.
Yuji is enamored by the scene in front of him. It has never been like this between you two—such an obvious difference in power. It wasn't even something he'd considered because it's you, his darling sister. But now, he'll never be able to forget it.
Yuji will forever replay in his mind the silence as you obediently let Sukuna lead, and that flicker of reverence in your eyes that are otherwise swimming with unease.
"Open up, tongue out," Sukuna lightly slaps your cheek until you do as he says, letting your jaw fall slack. "Good girl."
He makes you wait like that, tongue lolled out of your mouth that's open wide while he undoes his pants and pulls them down. You feel like a damn dog, sitting at your owner's feet and awaiting your next command.
Sukuna sighs with relief when his hand grips his hard cock, pumping it a few times. He taps it against your tongue and your cheek before he pushes just the tip past your lips. Your mouth closes around him immediately, giving him a soft suck before he rewards you with more of his length.
Yuji hasn't been able to tear his eyes away from you two until Sukuna addresses him directly, snapping him out of his trance. "Gotta show you how to use her right. You've been too easy on her, I can tell."
Your worried gaze darts to your brother, seeking some help since you can't talk with your uncle's dick in your mouth. But he won't look at you now. His cheeks are tinted pink and he's keeping his lips sealed, refusing to stick his neck out for you.
"Yeah," Sukuna groans, rolling his hips into you. "She wasn’t even tryin' to get you off even after you made her cum."
A large hand grips the back of your head, holding you still. The hard floor is making your knees ache but you don't dare try to move. Spit is pooling in your mouth and you swallow it down with a struggle, the tiny movement snapping Sukuna's attention back to you. The wolfish grin on his face does nothing to placate your nerves.
"Your big brother's spoiled you, huh?" You were never meant to reply to Sukuna's question, but it's like he wanted to make sure you couldn't even try with the way he thrusts hard and fast into your mouth until you gag.
The head of your uncle's cock is pressed up against the back of your throat, making your eyes well up instantly. You're coughing around his length, lips sputtering as your body tries hopelessly to expel what's lodged in your throat. Of course all that does is make you constrict around Sukuna, eliciting another low groan from the man.
"Tightest fuckin' throat, I knew it." And with that he's got both hands on the sides of your head, gripping you like a vice as he starts rutting into your mouth. The thrusts start off shallow and fast, but he quickly gets tired of that. It's not getting enough of a reaction from you.
He's not deep enough.
He needs to be burying himself so far into your hot mouth that your nose is brushing against his pubes and his balls are slapping against your chin.
The tears that were resting in your waterline start to fall, forming pretty rivulets down your face that turn black as they drag your mascara with them. The spit in your mouth is starting to trickle out the corners, what doesn't escape just makes you cough harder each time you forget to breathe through your nose which is now running too. Within seconds your uncle has reduced you to little more than a sloppy toy for his pleasure.
Yuji's own breathing has become labored, his chest heaving and cock aching as he pumps it wildly. He loves his little sister, and he almost feels bad for finding this so hot, but you just look absolutely ruined. So pretty that you could be the star in one of his favorite pornos with the way you're crying and moaning while Sukuna fucks your face.
The best part is that through it all you just… let him.
Your hands are wrapped around his thighs, but you're not scratching or pushing, they're just there to ground yourself while you choke on his girth.
And the sounds. God, they're fucking obscene. Gagging and retching on Sukuna's cock, your lips slurping around him whenever you try to stop more drool from spilling out.
Sukuna's lost in it all too, his orgasm approaching rapidly. But right when you feel his dick starting to throb, pulsing against your tongue, he yanks you off of him.
"Fuck, almost came down that little throat. Feels so much better than the wife's," Sukuna grunts, addressing Yuji. You're hardly listening while gasping for air, taking whatever chance you get to try and wipe some of the mess off your face. "She takes it like a champ though, you got a nice slut for a sister huh?"
Yuji stutters, his hand slowing to stroke himself lazily, "y-yeah I do." It feels wrong to talk about you like that, especially with you kneeling there in front of them, but he's also so god damn horny.
"So start treating her like one," Sukuna snaps, giving your head a quick shove until you're falling into Yuji's legs. His free hand comes to stabilize you gently, and you look up at him with big pleading eyes. He knows that you're begging him silently—the only way you can with your throat bruised and sore—to not listen to your uncle.
"C'mon sis, I'll be fast. I promise," Yuji strokes your head softly and you let out a tiny whine. But of course you listen. You open your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out and sitting still just like you did for your uncle as your brother now slides his shaft down your throat. "Fuuuck, that feels good," Yuji groans loudly, earning him a glare from Sukuna.
"So damn loud. You want your aunt to hear us in here?"
Yuji's mouth shuts and he shakes his head quickly before letting it fall back with his eyes closed. He's trying to focus all his energy on his climax now, not wanting to waste any more time.
"Always thought you were more like me than your dad," Sukuna comments, earning a confused look from Yuji. "You're fucked up too. An asshole, even though you've got that nice guy act all figured out."
Sukuna's rough palm glides along his length, his fingers wrapped tight as he fists his cock. Yuji shakes his head again, "'m not fucked u-up. Not like you."
Sukuna barks out that deep laugh of his, seemingly forgetting already about your aunt that he was so concerned about just a minute ago. "You sure about that?"
"Mhmn, I'm—haah, fuck," Yuji's whining while he tries to protest in his defense.
"Then how come you're fuckin' your sisters face so hard she looks like she's about to pass out?"
Yuji's head whips forward like he's not sure what the hell Sukuna's talking about, but it's true. Your eyes are rolling back, face red and wet with snot, spit and tears. That's when he realizes that your nose is just as stuffed up as your throat from all the crying. You're tapping weakly against his thigh and moaning around him.
"Shit," Yuji curses under his breath. "I'm so close baby, m'sorry," his voice cracks as the pitch raises, and he sounds so needy it's hard not to feel bad for him. "Just a little longer, I swear. You can do that for me right?"
You really want to be able to. Yuji does so much for you and you want to reciprocate but you're worried that you may actually faint. Your hand is now slapping at Yuji's leg desperately but he ignores you. When you whine loudly in a panic he finally stops, but only because the vibrations feel so good he has to bury himself to the hilt inside your throat so he can feel them when he finishes.
"Cumming, 'm cumming—fuck!" He holds you there while the bitter taste of his cum floods your mouth. Black specks start to apppear in the corners of your vision as you anxiously try to swallow everything Yuji's giving you, your cloudy mind determined to not waste a drop.
"There you go. Swallow it all like a good girl." Sukuna's so close too. Enthralled by the vision of your throat bobbing desperately, your fucked-out face all red and puffy, and Yuji's long cock sliding out from between your glossy lips.
Sukuna knows he would be completely and utterly fucked if his wife came looking for him right now. Especially because he's not sure he'd stop even if she burst through the door screaming at him.
You, on the other hand, can't even spare an ounce of energy to think about the rest of your family in this moment because you can breathe again. Your eyes are blinking rapidly, trying to clear your blurry vision but before you know it you're being grabbed again.
"Come here," Sukuna rasps, "shit, I'm gonna—lemme cum in your mouth too, yeah?"
Hesitantly, you stick your tongue out for Sukuna, but he's never had the best aim. Your eyes squeeze shut just in time and you wince when you feel spurt after spurt of your uncles hot release landing all over your face. "Ah fuck, I'm sorry kid," he apologizes without a hint of remorse, "I tried."
Yuji is now certain that he really isn't as good of a person as he thought, since the feeling he's experiencing most in this moment is pure adoration. Not guilt, not sympathy as you start to sniffle, fresh tears forming in your eyes from the humiliation. No, all your brother can think about is how perfect you look as a complete mess for him and his uncle.
He squats beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and letting you slump into his chest. Petting your head gently, he gives you soft praises about how well you did for him and Sukuna, how good you made them feel. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and it's enough for you to nearly forget about everything they just put you through.
In fact, you almost forgot that Sukuna was even in the room until he's grumbling at you two while tucking himself back into his pants. "Clean up. I'm supposed to make sure you kids are ready when the food is, I don't need the wife bitchin' at me cause you aren't."
Oh yeah, family dinner. The reason you're all back at your parents house in the first place.
a/n this one got away from me!! so it turned out a bit longer and it was so fun to write :3 i hope you all enjoyed
big brother suguru has always been overprotective of you—his sweet little sister. so when he comes home one night and wraps his arms around you, one trailing down your side and the other finding purchase at your hips, you don’t think much of it. just murmur a soft “welcome home” and let him hold you as long as he wants, completely oblivious to the unnatural intimacy with which he breathes you in.
he becomes more and more overbearing from then on. until he controls every aspect of your daily life, cutting off all communication with your friends in the name of them being “bad influences.” when your parents mysteriously pass, and you have no one else, he’s the one you come running to for comfort. and although he’s so busy with this new occupation he’s taken on—a pious sorcerer offering spiritual salvation, he tells you—he pulls some strings to arrange a room in the compound right next to his, specially for you.
you’re just too naive to live freely. a puny little thing with no cursed energy. where else could you exist but by his side? how would you survive?
that’s what he muses when he’s balls deep inside your pretty pussy, two fingers shoved down your throat to shut you up.
you’re sitting on his lap, toes curled helplessly, eyes rolled back and tears pooling at your lash line as you drool around his fingers, and suguru’s always thought you were the prettiest thing—or so kenjaku remembers—but this might be the most beautiful you’ve ever been. crying just for him.
it’s almost infuriating how calm he is. condescending, even. slapping your clit lightly with three fingers when he thinks you’re not listening, all because he knows it’ll get you to squeal his name. he gets off on the way your plush lips pout when he’s mean. and oh, has he been mean.
he supposes he’s always been a bit harsh on you. but it’s been particularly apparent as of late, given he’s been sneaking into your room while you were asleep just to finger your needy pussy. for research. he’s taken his time mapping out the spots that make your brows twitch and your thighs press together around his wrist. he knows exactly how much pressure you like, the angle to crook his fingers when he wants you to tremble, the moment to pull away so your pussy’s fluttering around nothing, barely teetering on the edge. and he uses it to his advantage.
“you need me?” suguru laughs, echoing your babbles. “need your big brother to help you cum? hm? is that right?”
he finds humor in the way you clench around him. revels in the fact that you’re just as fucked.
“that’s right. my pretty little sister needs me to fuck her properly.”
his hands hook under your knees for leverage, lifting your legs from the arms of his chair. spreading you wide so the followers below can watch.
their eyes are piercing. you can feel them watching suguru pull out to his tip, the whole room holding its breath so the sound your bodies make echoes when he pushes back in. they’re getting off on you—your pussy, your expression, your bottom lip bit red by your teeth. your pretty tits. perky nipples begging to be rolled beneath someone’s tongue.
you shut your eyes with a whimper, looking away. “suguru...”
“don’t worry, baby,” he coos, leaning over to kiss your shoulder. “suguru’s got you. you’ve got me... no one except me.”
you can’t deny that. he’s easily agitated by those he deems as beneath him, and you can’t afford to offend. you’d have nowhere to go. no friends. no family.
he neglects to mention that it’s his fault, partly because he believes he’s done the right thing. your friends were so easily bribed. or blackmailed. your parents, so easily killed. they all deserved it.
you don’t need to know. you’ll stay his pretty little sister in this pretty little dollhouse he’s constructed just for you, and you’ll never know a thing of a world outside your big brother’s arms. he’ll have you like this, spread for everyone to see, for as long as he pleases. forever.
Choso didn't plan on crying when he forced himself onto you. If anything, he figured you'd be the one in tears, clawing at him and begging him with wide, teary eyes to please, Choso, stop.
But you won't even look at him.
He hates it. He hates it. Your ignoring him is the reason you're in this position in the first place, and you aren't doing what you're supposed to. Why aren't you crying? Why won't you scratch and kick and claw at him until he bleeds? Why is he here, forcing him inside of your rejectingly tight body, with tears running down his cheeks?
He sniffles, aimlessly wiping his cheek on his shoulder where wet stains bloom. His hair falls into his face as he looks down at you, listless beneath him, and grabs your face in his left hand. Your cheeks smush between his fingers as he forces your gaze up and onto him.
“Please,” he begs, like he’s not the one in unquestionable control. “Please please just look at me. Why won’t you look at me?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, but realise your mistake in doing so when Choso slaps you across the face. Your cheek stings enough to well tears up in your eyes, which you try desperately to blink away. You won't give him the satisfaction.
"I don't..." he sniffles, his lip wobbling. "I don't want to hurt you. This could have been so good for you, you know? I wanted to be gentle, and... and make you feel loved."
"I hate you."
"Don't say that." He's still crying, all red-eyed and snotty, but his jaw clenches too. He thrusts sharply into you, making you cry out and gawk, and speaks through teeth that are clenched so tight they might crack. "You love me. You're soaking wet, can't you hear it? You're just..." he lowers his voice, "...being a bitch. And I'm sorry for calling you that, baby, but it's true. I love you."
"No you don't." You don't know why you're arguing with him — you should back down, power off. He doesn't deserve the fight, or the tears, or a single lick of emotional response from you. Still, you argue. "You're sick in the head, Choso."
Choso takes your face in his hand again, lowering his head down to press his forehead against yours. His breath is searing hot against your mouth as he practically growls his words. "I love you. I'm trying to make this good for you. Just let me make you feel good."
"Stop," you exhale. He snakes a hand down your body and starts rubbing rhythmic circles over your clit. They're messy and harsh and not exactly in the right spot, but a bloom of pleasure in something so mean is... nice.
No — not nice. Why would you think that? This is bad, and you feel sick, and there's nothing nice about what Choso is doing to you. The stretch of his cock inside of you, the drag and pull of his thrusts, and the clumsy ministrations of his fingers over your clit is just physical sensation. Nothing more.
"There you go," you hear him coo, and look up to see he's smiling down at you all teary-eyed like he's a proud fucking father. "You're moaning. You like that?"
You were? You shake your head, but Choso ignores it and continues on. Now that he's drawing slivers of pleasure out of you, he seems to double down. This thrusts quicken, hips pressing into yours with each stroke of his cock deep inside of you. You gasp as the air is practically forced out of your lungs, and scramble at Choso for purchase.
It almost looks like you're holding onto him. Nails digging into his arms, sounds of something close to need dripping from your mouth.
"God I love you," he chokes on another sob, overwhelmed with just how good you feel wrapped around him. He can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you, fuck you full every night and fuck it all back into you come morning. You'll learn to love it, just like you are now. "I love you so much. Tell me you love me."
You press your lips together.
"Tell me you love me." His hips buck forward, fingers work faster on your clit until your back is arching up off the bed and you're choking on your own sounds. When you still don't sing for him, Choso presses his entire weight down on top of you, smushing his cheek against yours and whispering into your ear. "I'll make it worse if you don't. I'll fuck your ass."
Your muscles tense at the thought. You ignore the curling in your stomach as you bite your words out, "I love you."
"I love you too," he moans, pulling back to kiss your cheek. "Tell me you feel good. That you're not mad at me."
You blink. "I'm not mad. I... I feel good."
"I know you do," he smiles, peppering your contorted face in kisses. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're gonna cum on my cock, aren't you baby? I'm so happy you like it."
His words nauseate you, but he's not wrong — you can feel yourself teetering on that vile edge. You've never wanted something so little and so much at the same time. Will it negate what he's done if you let go?
Your orgasm washes over you slowly, builds up with each roll of his hips, and soon enough; you're a mess of moans as you cum around his dick. He pulses inside of you, obviously spurred on by your pleasure, but pulls out before he can spill himself.
You almost miss the stretch; the sudden emptiness in your cunt jarring after being kept so full for so long. He was warm, and strong, and a grounding weight on top of you despite him being the reason you needed grounding.
You stop yourself from whining as he climbs up and presses his cock against your face.
"Sorry," he grunts, jerking himself off as he smears his leaking tip against your lips. "I know facials are degrading. I promise I'll never do it again, I've just thought about it for so long... wanna see my cum all over your pretty face. God, you're so pretty."
With a choked moan, and another sniffle of tears from him, Choso shoots his load all over your face. It gets in your hair, all over your lips and cheeks — even up your fucking nose. You barely have a second to react before he's bucking his hips forward and smearing his mess all over your face with the tip of his cock.
"Choso..."
"I know," he coos. "'M sorry. Really. I'll clean it up."
And clean it up he does. He leans down, presses a sloppy kiss to your still lips, and then gets to work. Choso drags his tongue all over your mouth, cheeks, forehead, nose, until you're not only a mess of smeared cum, but of spit as well.
Once he's collected what he can, he rears back and forces your mouth open with two prying fingers. Hooks them over your teeth and holds your jaw open so that you can't bite down, and spits his load into your mouth.
"Don't swallow," he orders, pressing your mouth closed and moving to lay down beside your stiff body. "Just hold it for a bit. Want you to taste me."
You almost laugh, and then almost cry. You'd have to drink bleach to get rid of the taste in your mouth.
