You are secretly an OF creator and your best friend's older brother is one of your top fans.
Note: no beta, and I'm dyslexic sooooo
Yuji: Yeah that’s fine! My brother is home . he can let ya in!
That was right. Yuji was a twin. That’s what people say right? The Itadori twins. But you’ve never seen Sukuna around campus? Mabey he went to trade school or chose to not do the whole grad school thing. Yuji talks about how he’s a good cook so mabey that’s what he does?
The man who answers the door can in no way be Yuji’s twin.
Sukuna is a good two heads taller than you, hell mabey three since you were wearing platforms today. And he is covered in tattoos. Thick black bands circle his upper arm and wrist. Shap lies that frame his face. He’s giving major bad guy vibes with the glare like your soem nuisances benight him and that eye patch. Really the only thing tha this man and Yuji have in common is their short pink hair.
“U-umm hello, hi,” you give a small wave. “I’m here for a study sesh, Yuji said he was on his way but he said his brother was here…?”
The man does look any less pissed at your mere existence. After a long, tense moment, he finally moves. Hsi hulking figure steps to the side to allow you in. Your back is still stiff straight as you walk past him, then toe off your platforms. You feel his eye boring into the back of your head and it makes you dizzy with worrisome thoughts
This was the first time anyone had invited you over somewhere. So you did dress up a littel more than unusual. You just were so excited. Yuji and hsi friends were so cool and nice, and not judgemental. And They all have this thing that makes you unmask without even realizing it!
“Make yourself at home,” is all this ‘older brother’ has to say.
Then he just stalks off to soem other part of the house.
You blink. You may not quite get social norms, but that definitely wasn’t normal.
You shyly venture into the house. It was a lovely house. Old and lived-in. high wooden ceilings and a modern-looking kitchen. It smells like coves and other cooking spices. The living room was pretty big. Though the house was old, it was deftly a rich person’s house. You forget that Yuji’s technically a rich kid. He is not as snobby and disconnected. Same with Megumi and his cousin Maki.
The carpet feels soft under your socked feet. There is a huge flat screen, two plush couches, a love seat, a glass coffee table-
“A fireplace!” you softly gasp.
You wonder if they use it. It was freezing, and spring was still a few months away. You wonder if they use it to cook stew. Just set up a big cauldron and add brother and veggie and meat. Oh, that sounds so nice! A big pot of stew. Ofr tucked yourself under a blank with a journal or a book. Some hot chocolate, mabey. You hope you found a place with one soem dat. The dorms you lived in with Nobara and Maki were….well, not ideal. But the girls were way better than your roommates in undergrad.
You jump, like literally jump. You feel your feet leave the ground at the familiar deep voice.
Sukuan stands there bracing both hands braced over the bacl of one of the couches, just staring at you impassively. How long has he been there? When did he get ther? You figure a man that size would make noise when he walks around. It’s at that time your brain is like, hey, look at that. The tight black shirt trains against his muscles. Was that one of those compressions short? You’ve only seen them worn by more leaner people.
“I just like fireplaces! there, um, like a vibe.”
The sound keys unlock the front door and save you from the hellish embarrassment. You feel a breath leave your chest.
“We’re home!” Yujin yells
“With pizza!” Nobara adds.
This seems to draw Sukuna’s attention off you as he turns and asks,” What did you brats get?“
It wasn't until the first of you were sitting in the living room, Sukuan somewhere else in the house that you asked Yuji,” Hey is he your twin?”
“Hmm, oh well, he's not acutely my twin. He's my older brother. Same brother day, different year.”
“Yeah,” You laugh,” we just got tired of correcting people at some point. “
“He’s like super scary right?”
“Once he warms up to you he’ll be less scar, promise.”
You feel the warmth seep into your chest and Nobabra’s off-handed comment. You try to hide your smile with another bit of pizza. The three might not quite get it, but just the noting that they are paned to keep you around as a friend made you do one of your small happy stims.
Once the pizza was devoured, your four then got to work on class work. You and Nobara took an art criticism class together this semester, but the professor was a trip and not the fun kind. Megumi was in Law school while Yuji was getting his Master’s in sports science. The two had majors that were so different from you and Nobara’s. You both were going from M.F.A’s (your writing and Nobara Fashion). The one thing all you had in common was the insane amount of coursework you had.
You were in your second semester and you still were not use to the course load. But you did love it. You wish you could take all the classes that the graduate program had to offer.
You are sitting tucked into one corner of the couch with your iPad, tackling reading. Yuji had shared the wifi with you so you could download them from BalckBoard. But you could also check in to see if King Of Cursing….
Your fingers swipe over to your web app before you know it. It was muscle memory at this time. You onlyfans would be a year old this coming March and it King had been since your first stream.
KingOfCursing: you got to stop teasing Star, I don’t know if I can wait till your stream tonight.
Me: heheheh, you can last a littel longer. If you haven’t come, your pants already.
KingOfCursing: I almost did but got interrupted.
Me: mmmm, good. See you tonight. Oh, and here’s a snake peak.
You send a pic of you on the new bralette and panties you got, a deep red color, King’s favorite. It was somehtgn you took last night to send to a few of your top tippers and to save in the vault for later. Like all the rest of your photos, videos, and streams, your head is kept out of it.
You swipe back to your reading and just in time too because you hear Sukuna calling out from the kitchen, “I’m going for a run!”
“Don’t freeze!” Yuji calls back without looking up from hsi textbook.
“I know right,” Megumi says to you.
You close your mouth, not realizing the choked and disgusted face you made. You did exercise, too, but in the warmth of the small gym on the first floor of your dormitory or some stretched in your bedroom.
“He needs to stay in shape for his all the thirst traps he posts.”
“But it’s cold. It's like 30 out. What doe she do if it rains?”
Yuji shrugs like rain and wet socks are no big deal.
“But his socks would get wet.”
“I don't think he cares.”
You put a hand on your chest like your mother would do,” Your brother is a psychopath.”
Nobrab bursts out laughing and you blink in confusion then surprise. Still not used to people thinking you're funny and not weird. It’s nice. It makes you feel comfy and even confident. You don't have to pretend to be funny or happy because you genuinely are those things.
You carry the lightness with you all the way home and as you lock the door to your room and get ready for your bed. Your stream doesn't happen till around 3 AM. It’s pretty late for one, but one would be supported by how many people are weak and horny at that hour. It was one of the main reasons you began Onlyfans. You’ve always had trouble sleeping through the night. It was only when you found out that a lot of autistic peoel have the same trouble you stopped trying to force yourself back to sleep.
Besides people used to wake up in the middle of the night all the time before capitalism and alarm clocks. And after a few hours of working on your Onlyfans, you usually went right back to bed.
The other reason was that you did not want to move back to your parents after graduation. It was also nice to be able to afford a nice steak and fresh veggies. You go through your nighttime routine of a hot shower, motioning up your skin, getting in your pajamas, and then wishing everyone a good night as you fill your water bottle.
You wake up just before three o'clock with an excited smile. You quickly and quietly get out of bed and make it up all cute since it was the blurred background and strip. You turn off some Lofi to dampen your voice, not that anyone would hear you any way you’ve subtlety confirmed that one of your roommates heard anything but the soft music you play.
The second you go live, people start flooding in. You say hello and reply to comments, giving everyone time to log on and get comfy. Your tagline for your stream was ‘Come in settled down, grab your favorite drink and toy, and let me spin you a tale.’
Those stories could range from actual stories, dialogues, or your own fantasies, all of which are written in a journal. You keep a special pillow under the bed up, yup, dorm, hidden before soem boxes( the rest of your camera and mic are stored in your closet) It was frim, felt, and matched the color palette of your set up. The pillow fits perfectly between your thighs and the best part? You could attach dildos and vibrators to it.
You see the moment King’s name pops up and your eyes light up.
“Evening, King, or good morning, or good day. We are bout to begin in a few minutes. People are still trickling in,” you say a voice that is a tad different than your normal pitch and way more confident with a screen between you and all these peoel.
You giggle at his reply, “Oh come now, you can wait a few more minutes won't kill you.”
KingOfCursing: it might, my cock’s been killing me, pretty Star. Need you to get me off so fucking bad.
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and type out a quick profit measure to KIng.
Me: I’d love to see the mess you make for me.
You then turn your attention back to the stream,” Ok everyone ready?”
Yes’s and please's fill the chat making you giggle. Your fans were always so eager.
You launch into the story you had prepared, and your journal is lying open beside you to reference. This one was a fantasy. You ideally play with the dildo as you begin to set the scene in a secluded corner of a library, two stem majors are staying there late, but not to study. Like yes, they have that bif chemistry final, but they also haven’t gotten off in weeks. Do you know how distracting that can be? To be constantly horny and never have the time to get yourself off?
So, of course, they fuck. They need to get it out of their systems. As you describe, the woman crawls on top ot the man and fists his hard cock, smearing precum down hsi shift; you mimic the action by spreading lube over the toy.
You also pay attention to the chat. the tips coming in, people reminiscing g of their college days, how they too wanted to fuck in a library, or that yes, that was their last semester.
KingOfCursing: shit, you know what your doign with that toy.
KingOfCursing: Bet this is a fantasy of your’s to your bibliophile.
Ron: please, please, please, baby need to see those gorgeous tits.
WetAndInDebt: I could listen to your voice forever
Susy: red looks amazing on you, but now that we’ve seen take it off.
“Patience, I’m getting there.”
You go on to tell how the two get so lost in the euphoria of touching, licking, and kissing each other that they no longer care if they get caught. They need this. As you do, you strip off your bra in a rush. Then what you know will bring in the most tips as you speak in a breathless voice about how the woman didn’t even want to get up, she needed to keep touching him, keep pleasuring the man’s dick, keep hearing those beautiful sounds this body was making for her that-
The panties were already an old pair, they had a small hole on the hip, right under the waistline. No one on stream could see it and it made for the perfect thing to hook your finger into and tear your pants off, and you shuffle your hips forward.
sinking yourself down onto the toy you glance over at the chat. Yup, tips are pouring in. People are going crazy, but you only keep an eye out for what King is saying.
KingOfCursing:shitshitshit, I can’t take this Star. Drivgn me fuckign mad. Almost came right then and ther. Dicks so hard and swollen.
You roll your hips and mao as you go on. You tell the stream how frantic and feel the two were. You mimic the way she rides the man’s cock with your toy, moaning and whining as she does. Not even caring for the tattered remains of your panties still around your hips.
The mix of the story comes when you, well, when you and the characters of your story cum. As you come down from your high, giggling softly and wrapping up the story, you find yourself searching for King’s messages in chat.
Ron: oh that was wonderful sweetie
DD_Don: another great steam.
Fireredandfirehot: You ride that dildo like a champ.
Nothing but a big fat tip from King. That was ok. He’d definitely reply to your private message.
You end the stream and quietly get cleaned up, then slip back into bed. Seriously, a good orgasm beats your sleeping meds sometimes.
Beofer, you doze off until the next alarm you check your privet messages, and sure enough, King did reply. The pic was definitely going to be put in your spank bank for later. A heavy-looking spent diick being helped by a cum cover hand
Ok so Sukuan was warming up to you, but you kind wich he didn’t. When he was this cold and scary-looking guy that loomed over you you didnt get butterflies at the slightest hint of a smile.
It's been a few weeks since you first met Yuji’s not actually twin. He still acted like you were a nuisance, but he acted that way with Nobara and Megumi too. But ther was, like, this warmth with his grumpiness and jabs. Ok, so sometimes the jabs hurt, and you never say anything beiacse you don't wanan make anything awkward. You also don't think Sukuan realizes your austisics. Either that he just really likes to give you a hard time. It's hard to tell when people are messing with you.
Like now, Sukuan leaned against the doorway, not even bothered by the cold bite of the morning air. He’s in a loose tee shirt and sweats. You don’t know the color, too afraid to glance down. He also had hsi eye patch on. You wonder if he sleeps in it. The front door is wide open but his body is blocking the way. He also hasn’t invited you in. Just stand there smirking down at your shivery form.
“Are you some kind of vampire?” he questions.
Ok, he was deftly fucking with you and you did not like ot one bit. You don’t even have coffee yet.
“You could just push me,” he shrugs.
“Bro, I am a 23-year-old grad student. I do not have any muscle mass. It’s like a twig at an oak tree. “
He humms, taking his sweet time thinking it over,” Yeah, that seems accurate.”
“Dude stop being mean!” you hear Yuji call frm further inside the house.
Sukaun’s face falls and he mutters, “Kill joy.”
He moves aside, and you scuttle in, tossing off your sneakers and winter coat.
The gang was getting together for pancakes this morning. The cafe on Camus has pancakes, yeah but they are not actually pancakes. Seriously for as much as you pay in tuition, the least they can do is get actual pancake mox. Whatever the cafe served was not pancakes.
Pancakes were meant to be warm and fluffy like the stack already sitting in the kitchen bar. Megumi was already there nursing a mug of coffee while Yuji was slicing up a few pieces of cantaloupe.
“He’s still coming too,” Yuji tells you.
You glace arousn, but Sukna is nowhere to be seen. The menacing was lurking somewhere, though. You’ve learned that whenever he leaves the house, he announces it. Loudly.
You want to dig in so bad; they look so good, and Yuji even made you coffee from Sukuan’s fancy coffee maker. But you are so scared to seem rude that you wait. Nobara is the last to arrive sleepy-eyed but ready for the day. You are too, but you don’t have class until later in the evening.
Megumi’s also becoming more awake. He holds a small conversation with you and the food is set out on eh bar and you all begin to make your plates.
You get your small stack of pancakes and soem fruit. Smother it all in syrup The pancakes are perfect, warm, sweet, and fluffy, the stuff dreams are made of. You melt into the taste so much that you don't notice the happy stim you do.
Sukian does so. It was the same thing you did while checking out the fireplace the first time you were here. He has seen it a few times since then. But never this close. You don’t even realize that he is behind you as you chow down.
So when he asks, “Why do you do that?” you nearly jump out of your skin.
“Jesus, why doesn't Yuji give you a bell or something?”
“Where would the fun be in that?” Sukuan crossed his arms over his broad chest waiting for your answer.
“And well…it's just one of my stims.”
Sukuna glances at hsi brother, and the two seem to have soem sort of silent conversation. Before his eye looks back down to you. In hsi eye, you remind him of a chipmunk. Cheeks full of Pankckaes as you chew, then swallow it all down with a swig of coffee. You are not looking at him but rather at whatever is behind his shoulder. Are you scared, unbothered? Can't be that scared if you want to put a collar on him like some pet or scarf down the food he paid for.
“Dude,” you hear Yuji stresses in a hushed voice.
“Y-yea, it’s a, uh, happy stim. I do it when I’m happy.”
You keep looking up at the man; your body now turns a little to face him further. Sukuna appraises you for a moment longer before humming.
What does that mean? And what does he do that makes his arms so fucking thick?
“I’ll be home late tonight, clean up the kitchen, or you dead punk,” is all the goodbye Sukuan Gives his younger brother before heading out. ‘
After the sound of the door to the garage closes Yujoi says, “Sorry about him. “
“Sorry for what?” you ask. Did you miss something?
“The questions. Sukuana’s….”Yuji trails off.
Megumi isn’t afraid to say it,” Stuck up his own ass to the sighs of neudovergcy.”
“Yeah, “ Nobara agrees, “Back in high school, we were surprised that the big brute could read. If just seemed to beneath him.”
“Speaking of being big, what does he do? He’s just. There's just so much muscle there?”
“Oh, he’ stunt coordinator. Like from TV shows and stuff when that fighting scenes.”
“oh, that’s actually pretty cool.”
“He taught me and Maki how to use a switchblade!” Nobara says proudly.
“Like all those swoosh swoosh motions?” you ask motioning your hand the way you see people on TV flick out the weapon with ease.
For the rest of breakfast, the four of you make easy conversation like any other time. Only this time, you can't stop thinking of Sukuan flipping out a switchblade like it was second nature. The shape bade moved between his fingers. And that means the sort of smirk he gives you when he is the Itadoir sibling to greet you at the front door.
Welp this is going down a dangerous road and I can’t stop it.
For the rest of the day, then the week, all your horny littel mind can seem to think of is Sukuna. Sukuan and hsi big arams. Sukuan holding you. Him keeping your hands warm. Him being able to pin both your hands above your head by your wrists. He is so much bigger than you that when he mounts you from behind his whole body will cover yours. Him fucking you in a full nelson.
It did not help that you also stalked his Instagram and ho boy. Wow. With his follower count, he was basically an influencer. His feed was mostly him doing stunts, food, set pics, being tagged with famous actors at fancy-looking events or in a training room filled with mats, and soem videos of self-defense moves.
You tell yourslef that this is fine. You think your best friend’s older brother is like realy super hot, and your horny little mind loves that shit. It won’t turn into anything. Just thirsting which you can then turn into content. The whole best friend’s older brother thing is hot on paper but is probably like wayyyy messy in real life.
So, by the time your next stream rolls, you have a penalty of content to work with. And that’s just a week's worth of daydreaming abotu Sukuna.
You check the camera once more. You think the shot of your legs curled d against you just, with just s sliver of a peak of your bare pussy looks perfect. You still have soem time before the stream is due to start, so you check your messages. You reply to a few peoel before getting to King’s message.
Me: just some fantasizing, best friend's older brother stuff
KingOfCursing: oh fuck yes, Star. live ti when we have the same dirty thoughts.
Me: Oh? Which sibling would you be?
KIngOfCursing: The older brother, of course, dummy.
Me: Thought so. And just what about this kind of fan stays turns you on?
KingOfCruses: planning to use it in the stream tonight?
KingofCursing: mmm, well, in that case. It’s definitely the sneaking around. Plowign her in my room with her, my brother, and the rest of her friends downstairs. Mabey a bit of power play, too. I’m a bigger guy and I love it when my women aren't built like a stick. They can handle me getting a little rough. Leaving soem bruises and hickeys I get to watch them frantically hide.
Me: oh you’ve given th a lot of thought.
You check the clock and see it’s time to go live.
“Hello everyone! ugh, I've been waiting all day to spill this to everyone! I've had that whole my best friend's older brother in my mind a lot lately~”
You spread your legs and trial your hand down to the head already between your legs.
Ronnie: Oh shit she’s already wet.
Softthighsxxx9090: mmmm, as an older bro I can def say that fantasy goes both ways.
“That’s really reassuring gn to hear soft thighs. Seriously I can see how it can be a littel hot because there’s, like, this tabooness to it ya know?”
WetAndInDebt: oh we know girl.
Fredd_W: We love a rule breaker.
“I think about a pool party or a barbeque. Really to get me in a tiny Bikini really. I’d make up soem excuse to slip inside for a bit and the older brother would come in a littel bit after me. My friend's being none the wiser. “
Your fingers dip between your folds and spread them apart for the stream to see how wet the fantasy already has you.
KingOfCursing: Shit Star. You look so fucking pretty soaked like that.
DoItDoggy: shitshitshit, I almost came.
You giggle as the tips pop up, the nighest being King.
“I got really worked up his week but wanted to be abel to put on a good show for you all. Anyway, where was I? Oh. yes, The older bro would pin against the nearest wall and rip my top down little my tits plop out.”, you spill the dirty thoughts you have been keeping hidden away in your journal as a hand comes up to fondle one of your brests. Your fingers have always begun to slip and play with the wet mess between your folds.
“All he’d have to do to get ot my needy cunt and stuff full of his fat cock or even his fingers. It’s so hard to sneak around when you think about it. We haven't gotten to touch each other or barely kissed in days. It’d make me so needy.
KingOfCursing: Oh, how cute and pathetic. Getting so fucking needy and desperate like that.
420galpal: oh i fuckign love me despte girl
Bento_K: I could watch her play with that pussy for days.
You moan reading over King’s comment. He always knows just what to type so sounds like he is both praising and degrading you. Something that never to make you a tinge of pleasure run through your core.
“ All he would have to do is hike a leg over his hip and pull my bottom aside and then… just…”Your voice tappers off into another mon and you pus to fingers inside yourself.
Fread_W: Oh that’s a money shot.
Ron: Only if you waxed baby, that’s send daddy over the moon.
KingOfCurisng: Fuck you are so perfect Star.
You let out a slow breath then continue as you fuck yourself with your fingers. And pinch a pebbled nipple between your fingertips.
“B-but I’d be having suc a hard time staying quiet. His cock would just feel so good inside me. And trust me he would try to tell me to be quiet, maybe even get a littel annoyed with me. He’d end up shoving fingers in my mouth, not realy gagging me, but effectively shutting me up and making it impossible to close my mouth.”
Your hips give a littel buck, pleasure building as you county playing out the fantasy in your head. The chat is loving it.
“Yeah, so I’d definitely start to droll at some point as he plows into me. I’d like to think I’m not the only one who would be just as needy. The older brother wouldn't even be abel to get home off. After getting a taste of my cunt his hands just won’t do it anymore. H-he’s gotta have his cock buried in my cunt to get off.
KIngOfCursing: Fuck Star that’s the stuff my dreams are made of
“And I’d be such a lewd sight to see. My hands grasping at his ass to keep him close to me, drool dribbling down my chin- oh fuck I’m getting close. One tit squished in his hand and the other bounced along wit his thrust.”
The chat was going crazy with your release so close. But you keep looking for King’s name.
“C-can you just imagine, “ you say, “Him snapping his hips forward with such a force it literally knocks the breath outta me? fuuuuuck , hearing him grunt in my ear as he felt me with shi hot seed-Yesyes, of fuck I’m cumming~”
You crane your head back and spread your legs further apart to give the stream the perfect view of your cunt squeezing around your fingers.
The orgasm leaves you breathless and that tal tlae floaty feeling a good orgasm leaves you with. It was wild you make a living off of this. I make a goofy smile spread across your face. You bit th tinder of your cheek to stop yourself from giggling.
JayJay: aww that's the good shit
KingOfCursing: please don't stop talking.
HaloSolider_334: Well I just made q mess in my boxers, wanna see baby?
For the rest of the stream, you continue to play with yourself as you tell your viewers more fantasies. Like sitting on the other side of the couch and sexting, or sneaking into his room just to suck him off in the morning before anyone else was awake.
As you are cleaning up you get a message frm King
KIngofCursing: shit Sary to nights stream was a dream.
KingOfCurses: oh my boxers got pretty wet.
You giggle. A few others have messaged you but those can wait until tomorrow to be replied to. You spend the next hour or so talking to Kng instead of going back to sleep.
You find it hard to regret your decision to stay up and chat with KIng. it was not the first time you’ve done this and it probably won’t be the last. He just words things in a way that makes your stomach do a littel flip.
By the time 6 AM rolls around you find it useless to go to bed when you have that damn 8 AM. You roll out of bed and begin to get ready for the long day ahead. You were deftly getting take out as a reward fro staying away. And a large coffee on your way to class.
You still arrive early and a littel cold. You were happy to have soem time to yourself before students stay to trickle into the classroom. You take a seat by the window. Your class was on the top floor of the media and broadcasting board so it had a nice view of the university lawn.
You hear someone else come in but don’t pay them any mind until they sit next to you.
“Yea I 've seen you hang around Yuji and his friends before and though I recognized you.”
You do not recognize the women. You know she is in this class but that's it. And she looks like you could pick her out of a crowd. Her blond hair is pulled packed in these perfect high pigtails, a choker with soem old look jewel, board looking, sharp eyes. They are staring at you like you're supposed to know her.
Your mind was racing. The one-on-one conversation was not your strong suit and you are trying not to panic. Trying to act normal.
“Right so,” she trails soem of her silk hair between her fingers, “ I was actually wondering if I could come to hang with you all sometime.”
She takes your slice not as confused but continues on, “Yeah we were, like, friends in high school and I want to reconnect ya know.”
“umm, ok” No not ok why was she telling you this? What did you say back? You just wanted to sip your coffee and be a littel nonverbal before class.
She smiles,” Great thanks so much!”
Then she just gets up and takes another seat at the front of the class. What the hell was that?
You get somewhat of an answer that evening. It was the one day of the night that the four of you could have dinner together which typically meant gathering at Yuji’s for take of soem kind. You are all gathered around a pizza box that sits on the Kitchen islands when you bring up you encounter with Momo.
“her, oh, well we never really hung out in the saem crowds…” Yuji trails off recalling their high school years.
“She ran with the rich kid crowd is why.”
“Aren't you and Megumi like rich?”, You point your half-eaten slice to Yju and then Megumi.
“Our families are rich,” Megumi corrects you, since Yuji’s cheeks are stuffed with pizza
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