Tw: noncon, nsfw, 18+, mean! Valko, mean!caleb, anal. Reader x valko x caleb
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a/n: infold count your days, bring my baby valko back
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The smell of coffee and pastries saturates the air and the hum of the machines rings in your ears. You are moving on autopilot, going through the mundane endeavours of a barista. Tired and overstimulated, your brain is occupied with other things like deadlines, classes, responsibilities and the list goes on.
The low murmurs in the cafe suddenly die down, only for giggles and squeals to erupt from the crowd, and you look up confused to search for the cause of disturbance, only for your eyes to lay on two handsome guys walking in through the glass doors. You internally sigh and roll your eyes, disappointed that it is not something interesting.
With a drag in your step, you grab a tray full of cold and hot coffees and make a beeline towards the customers in the sitting area.
And by the courtesy of your rotten luck, you bump into someone, a brick wall perhaps, and the tray slips from your grip only to nose dive on the floor, shattering everything. Your butt meets with the hard floor and all the air whooshes out of your lips as you wince in pain.
The cafe goes dead silent. You clench your eyes, ready to apologise to the poor soul whose shirt you definitely spoiled. "No no no.." From the corner of your eye, you spot another person beside your victim, and his shoes are completely drenched too. Oh great.
With your teeth gritted and fist clenched, you raise your head ready to apologise and own your actions.
Striking violet eyes with a hint of amber in them meet with yours and the apology instantly dies down on your tongue. But that is not what stuns you. It's his face. He does not look happy at all. His face is a mask of dismay, disgust and repulsion.
"I'm really sor-" you say as you lift yourself from the ground and stand up.
"You're really dumb aren't you?" A condescending voice rings out.
Stunned. That is what you are. How dare he...
Straightening up, you ask "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Are your eyes just for decoration?"
"Look, sir. I'm sorry that I ruined your shirt and your friend's shoes" eyes dart to the red hair guy with an amused smile on his face standing a few feet behind him.
"..but you can't talk to me like that."
You retort back. Sure, it is your fault you bumped into them but that does not mean they can talk in that... aggravating tone. A frown mars your face and you look in those... beautiful violet eyes with every ounce of defiance you can muster. A muscle ticks in his jaw and he levels you with a dangerous look. Maybe a guy like that is not used to people talking back.
Unexpectedly, a humourless chuckle cuts through the silence, stopping you dead in your tracks.
"I can't?" He smirks and takes a step forward, crowding your space with his huge build. Trying not to shrink in yourself, you stand your ground.
Caleb's eyes flick down to your name tag on your uniform and he lets out a scoff.
"You have a sharp tongue for someone who ruined my...very expensive shirt. I'd watch my tongue, if I were you. Aren't you here on scholarship?"
The way he says the word scholarship is.... infuriating. Like he is disgusted at the prospect. Humiliation creeps up your spine and you want to bury yourself in a hole and never come back out
You glance at Valko behind Caleb, standing with a relaxed posture, arms crossed and a smug look on his face leveling you with a stare that says you are nothing more than an inconvenience.
At their blatant display of mockery, something in you snaps.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?" You throw right back at him, sarcasm dripping from your voice.
"Are your eyes just for decoration? Or does that very expensive shirt make you go blind? I'm not the only one who wasn't watching the corner."
Caleb's smirk instantly gets wiped off from his face and his shoulders tense up. Those violet eyes narrow into slits in silent, raw anger. But you cannot stop. Not right now. In a fit of anger you rip the apron off your body and storm towards the room with a "STAFF ONLY" sign on it. You shut the door behind you and let out a frustrated sigh, hands shaking from the rush of adrenaline.
Serves them right. Who talks down to people like that? They're not in highschool fir god's sake!
The door slams open behind you and you flinch as you are met with a shocked, frantic voice of your coworker who looks like she just saw a murder.
"Did you see how-"
"What did you do!?"
"W-what? They were the ones who-"
She steps closer and whisper yells
"Do you even know who they are?!"
"No.. am I supposed to?"
A frustrated sigh leaves her lips and she looks like she is about to burst. She grabs your shoulder and shakes you as if she is shaking some sense into you.
"That's Caleb and Valko!!"
What.the.fuck.
"You mean....THE Caleb and Valko??" A shaky voice leaves your lips.
The principal benefactor and the head chairman of the board.
You just spilled coffee, talked shit and mocked their sons. You might have just done that to them. What's the difference?
You are spiralling inside and your heartbeat is ringing in your ears.
You are done for. Bye bye scholarship. Bye bye future. Hello homelessness. Hello surviving on cents.
You are pulled back from your inner turmoil by a firm grip on your arm.
"Hey! It's ok! Breathe" her commanding voice helps you to ground yourself. With tears in your eyes you ask with a shaky voice
"What do I do Tara?? My entire life is riding on this degree. If they pull my scholarship out, I'm done for!"
"Of course they are gonna do that!! You would be considered lucky if they stop at just that! They are not just some wealthy businessmenyou know? If they knew their sons were humiliated by a mere barista, the dean will not even think twice to fire you and kick you out just to please the donors!"
Her words are not helping your situation at all! Some friend she is. Ice cold dread washes over you. With your hands fisted in a ball, you try to stop yourself from shaking.
"But panicking is not gonna fix anything."
"How can I not panic! Caleb looked like he was gonna kill me!"
"Exactly, this is why you should go do some damage control."
"You mean.. apologise?"
"Yes. All the classes are done for today. Tomorrow, at the crack of dawn you are gonna be here and you are gonna apologize no matter what it takes. Understand? Put your pride in a bag and toss it away."
Her words do make sense. Maybe if you apologise sincerely, they will be a bit lenient with you. Yes! You will do just that. After all, they cannot be THAT evil right? It was not ENTIRELY your fault... "Thanks Tara, you are a lifesaver! Lunch is on me!" Yelling over your shoulder, you run out ready to face tomorrow.
Next morning....
The huge doors of the gym look daunting, like gates of hell. There is no sign of life anywhere near the gym. It is almost as if people avoid this area.
Your skaky hands are holding a cup of coffee in each one as peace offerings.
With a deep breath and your apology already revised in your brain, you open the door of the gym.
Instantly, you are met with the smell of sweat, deodorant and the stale air of the gym. The atmosphere reeks with the scent of something masculine, much heavier than the crisp air of the outside.
Your eyes land on two figures lounging on the benches. Something shifts. Their eyes land on you in sync.
You hesitate but the thought of losing your degree, makes you enter the gym and walk towards them with determined steps. Except the gym is huge and the walk of shame is awkward.
When you reach them you extend your hands and offer them the coffee. Valko raises one of his elegant brows in question.
"I'm here to apologise.. for my actions yesterday."
They exchange a quick knowing look and something passes between them. Like a silent agreement.
The coffees are snatched by Valko and with a strong, firm grip on your arm he guides you towards the gym storage on the far corner with Caleb trailing behind you silently.
"Why don't we talk somewhere more... private?" Valko's voice almost sounds playful if it is not for the restrained undertone.
"Isn't this private enough? I-I mean there is no one here.." you really do not want to be alone with them.
He just gives you a smile that you swear does not reach his eyes. There is something eerie about the way they are so much in sync, it feels like they are having entire conversation just from a glance.
"Don't worry, we'll just talk" Caleb quips behind you. Valko will not let you out of his strong grip, he is almost dragging you in there.
They shove you in and the door locks shut engulfing you in the dark, making it impossible to see.
"There.." Valko says dusting his hands "..now we will not be... disturbed"
The smell of old leather and basketballs clogs your throat. You can make out their silhouettes courtesy of small window vent.
Caleb speaks up, his voice completely devoid of any humour.
"So...an apology huh?"
"Yeah". Your voice is clear and leveled. "I know I shouldn't have talked back when I was the one at fault. I let my anger get the best of me. I'm sorry.." hands fidgeting at your sides, you hold your breath waiting for their reaction.
But there is nothing, not even their usual smirk or an arrogant response. Nothing. And their silence makes you even more nervous.
Caleb plants his hand on the shelf behind you making you crane your neck up to look at his face. The sliver of light illuminates his face, casting a shadow over his jaw and making him look scary.
"You had a lot of shit to say about my eyes yesterday, sweetheart. Where did that fire go?"
His face is so close that his breath ghosts on your cheek. You look down and stammer out, feeling your bravado slip away.
"I told you I let the anger get the best of me, I'm sorry" his presence overwhelms you but you still grit out
"It will not happen again"
A soft click is heard from behind Caleb. Valko tuts at your response. Even in the shadows you can make out the disdainful look on his face.
"It will not happen again because you found out about who we are." Valko states flatly.
"You realised that you are one phone call away from being stripped of your funding, and your enrollment."
His statement leaves a metallic taste of fear in your mouth. Your scholarship is your lifeline, your entire future. Just the thought of losing it makes tears well in your eyes. Fuck it. Who cares if you come off as desperate. This is your last resort.
"Please... I've worked hard for it. I'll pay you back!! I'll take up extra shifts and pay you back for your shirt-"
"We do not care about the shirt"
Caleb's voice is too close. Eyes brimmed with tears, you look up at him. And suddenly, his lips are on your neck kissing biting and sucking your sensitive spot. Fingers weave in your hair to yank your neck back for better access.
Your hands shoot up to push his shoulders away but of course, he will not budge.
"Wait!! Stop this! Caleb... I do not want this!"
"Don't want this? Who cares about what you want sweetheart?" And he goes back to mauling your neck. You feel your heart drop to your stomach. Surely they would not be so cruel. Right?
Frantically, you smack Caleb and thrash your body around in his grip. Strong hands grab your jaw, making you wince in pain. "Stay still" Caleb's breathless voice echoes in the silent room and he smashes his lips onto yours. You kick his legs, shake your head only for the struggle to be in vain.
You have to get out of here. Scholarship be damned. There is no way you are gonna let these devils have their way with you. With every ounce of strength you can muster in you, you clamp your teeth around Caleb's lips and bite down hard.
He winces in pain and you take this moment to duck under his hands and make a run for the doors. Your hand fumbles with the knob of the door, only for the daunting realisation to set in. It is locked. Of course it is locked.
A scream rips from your mouth when your hand is grabbed harshly and you are yanked backwards. Tears fall from your eyes, wetting your face.
"Caleb! I'm sorry! Please do not do this to me!!"
Caleb's face is unreadable as he slams your body against the wall caging you in his suffocating embrace.
"Enough"
He resumes his attack on your lips as he sucks your tongue and bites your lips. His tongue enters your mouth making you taste blood as he rubs his tongue against yours. Cold hands trail sneak under your shirt, making you shiver and Caleb grabs your breasts, pinching your nipple.
"Strip her Caleb, enough playing around". A voice rings out from your left. Valko. "Let's see how remorseful she is."
The sound of tearing is heard as Caleb rips your shirt and bra making you gasp and sob.
Your hands quickly cover your chest from the bite of the cold air but Caleb tuts and pins your hands against the wall.
Valko is on you in a flash, his hands sliding down your bottom along with your panties, leaving you completely bare before their eyes.
"N-no no no.. please I'm begging you!!"
"Shh it's ok sweetheart," Caleb coos in a mocking voice "you're doing amazing. Just go along with it."
He kicks your legs open and reaches down to rub his long thick fingers inside you to open you up. You clench hard around the intrusion and he hisses in your ear.
Valko is behind you, spreading your ass cheeks. He angles your hips so they are arched and he trails his hand to your tight asshole. "No! Not there please!!"
But of course they won't listen. Valko's fingers collect some of your wetness and he spreads it all over your back hole. Fingers skillfully work on your hole, massaging it, loosening the tight hole around his fingers.
Finally, after much prep, two of his fingers are in and you scream at the intrusion.
Your legs shake at the double penetration by both of their thick digits. Both of them retract their hands leaving you feeling empty.
Not for long because the blunt head of Caleb's cock is notched at your entrance. Your eyes widen in fear. He does not give you a chance for you to register, and slams his cock inside in one brutal thrust. Air leaves your lungs at the sudden intrusion. His cock is even bigger and longer than his fingers, and you can feel the burning stretch in your walls.
They do not give you time to recover. Because the head of Valko's dick is pressed up against your back hole. Even with the precum as lube, you struggle to take him.
Slowly but relentlessly, Valko pushes his cock with no regards to your pained groans and moans. His cock feels like something invasive. You can feel your body trying to push his cock out but he drives his hips and keeps thrusting in you.
Caleb is balls deep, his hips meeting yours, patiently waiting for Valko to bottom out. He uses that time to bite and suck at your chest, leave bruises. Some of them bleed and hurt.
When Valko finally bottoms out, you can feel his thick pulsing cock all up in your throat.
"it hurts!! Please take it out!!"
You are so full, that it is ridiculous. Begging and crying is no use either.
"Poor baby, I know it hurts but you have to bear with it. There is no other choice" Valko's cold voice whispers in your ear.
They will not listen. And that thought makes tears flow even more.
Forehead rested on Caleb's chest, you try to ground yourself from the sensation of both of their cocks.
Few moments later they start moving and you see stars behind your eyeballs. When one thrusts in, the other pulls out they move in complete sync, as if they swore to destroy you today.
The thin wall inside you separating their cocks is being rubbed vigorously by their blunt heads. Your legs are dangling in air as they use you like their own toy.
Caleb's chest is flushed with yours and Valko's is to your back.
"You're taking us so well sweetheart." Caleb moans in your ear. "So tight around us."
Valko's hands reach down to toy with your clit, his velvet voice cruel in your ear.
"You see baby? There is no point fighting us."
You are crying openly now. The squelching noise of their cocks moving in rhythm inside you and the wetness dripping down your dangling legs fill the room.
Your only purchase is Caleb and Valko holding you up and using you like a fleshlight.
"You're getting wetter sweetheart. Are you enjoying both of our cocks in you?" Caleb whispers in your ear and you shake your head.
Valko leans in and bites your shoulder "don't tell me, all that resistance was just an act" they laugh at the cruel joke.
Their thrust grows stronger and faster losing their rhythm. Biting, scratching sucking at your neck chest and back, you are overwhelmed. Valko is the first one to cum. He buries his cock in you until his hips are flushed with yours and paints your walls with his cum. He bites your shoulder hard enough to draw blood as he empties out his balls. His fingers do not stop their assault on your clit. You thrash around in their arms and clamp hard around their cocks as you come hard with a scream.
Both men grunt and moan at the pulsing of your walls around their sensitive cocks.
Valko stays buried in you, and Caleb follows soon after.
Sucking your lips in his mouth, his tip kisses your cervix and he shoots his load up your pussy. You feel the warm seed fill you up and drip down your legs.
Both men just stand there for a while to catch their breaths. They pull their spent cocks out of your cum filled holes and you slump down from exhaustion. They zip themselves up and crouch down.
Valko strokes your face and whispers sweetly
"Same time tomorrow baby. Don't forget."
And they both walk out, leaving your used body on the dirty floor of the storage.
Thereâs a split second between sleep and wakefulness where your body doesnât understand whatâs happening. Where the tightness around your wrists, the sting in your thighs, the raw ache between your legsâit all registers as distant, muted sensations. Your brain struggles to piece it together. And then you move. The second you shift, you feel it. The stretch. The unbearable soreness. The slick mess between your legs. A slow, deep chuckle rolls through the dark. "There she is."
Your stomach drops. Your pulse spikes. The memories come rushing inâhands forcing you down, tearing away fabric, the burn of rope biting deep into your skin. The fight, the panic, the unbearable pressure as he spread you open. And now heâs still inside you. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, of skin, of sex. Of him. His heat wraps around you like a noose, suffocating, inescapable. He shifts behind you, one heavy arm draped over your stomach, his chest flush against your back. His cock still buried deep inside your abused cunt.
"You were so cute earlier," he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction. His hand moves, sliding down, fingers ghosting over the bruises forming on your hipsâfrom where he held you down. "Squirming. Screaming. Clawing at me like a little feral thing." You choke on a breath, body locking up as his fingers trail lower. As he moves. A slow grind, rolling his hips into you, dragging his cock through the mess between your legs. You can hear itâthe slick, obscene sounds of your body still stretched around him.
You thrash. "Nnâmmfâ!" His hand snaps up to your throat. The air leaves your lungs in an instant. Fingers clamp down, pressing against your windpipe, cutting off your oxygen with effortless force. His breath is hot against your ear, his voice a growl. "Where do you think youâre going, baby?" You claw at his wrist, vision swimming as your lungs scream for air. But he just laughs. His other hand slides down your stomach, over your trembling thighs, his fingers dipping into the raw, ruined mess between your legs.
"God, youâre soaking." His breath shudders as he spreads the slick over your clit, rubbing slow, cruel circles. Teasing. Playing. "And after everything? You dirty little whoreâ" Your body betrays you. A sharp, unwanted pulse of pleasure shoots through you at the stimulation, your hips twitching, thighs trembling. You hate it. Hate it. But you canât stop it. And neither can he.
"Thatâs it, baby. Give it up. Let me feel you come on my cock." He snaps his hips forward. The force knocks the air from your lungs, his cock spearing deep. The stretch is unbearable, too much, too rawâbut he doesnât stop. He pounds into you, brutal, relentless, fucking you like heâs claiming every last inch.
"Gonna break you, baby. Gonna ruin you so bad, you wonât be able to take anyone elseâ" Tears blur your vision, pain and humiliation twisting in your gut as his grip on your throat tightens, as his thrusts grow faster, harder, merciless. Your body is spent, ruined, usedâbut he doesnât care. Heâll never stop. And as your vision fades at the edges, as your body shudders and clenches around himâyou realize heâs right. Youâre his.
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Prompt idea! Maybe the yandere breaking into your house while youâre mid-shower?
[NSFW, 18+, Noncon, GN reader]
Horror movies tended to have you looking over your shoulder in the shower.
Living alone like this, it was a natural impulse. Lean back when rinsing your hair, eyes still left cracked open, nobody able to sneak behind you when you're at your most vulnerable. The small anxieties soothed through these simple actions, no need to panic. Just cope through it.
That's how things normally went. The natural order of your life.
Until this time, when you leaned back as usual and happened to see an eye through the gap in the shower curtain.
You felt your heart jump into your throat and your feet slipping out from under you as you impulsively stumbled to try and get away. Your body seized with sudden panic, still lathered in soap, still slowly rinsing off as your feet try to desperately grip the slick surface, only to find his hand on your arm to steady you instead, a chuckle leaving his throat as he stopped you from slipping.
"Where are you trying to go, love? You're still dirty."
The words make you shiver, shake, hell you might've even pissed yourself in fear. Who could tell. Trying to scratch at his arm, your nails your only flimsy defense as you tried to get him off of you. Your words falling into just whimpers and whines of fear as you attempted anything you could think of to get free. Which wasn't much in your birthday suit.
"Shhh, it's ok. You're safe. I'm here." He muttered, fully clothed, letting the warm water wash over him like rain as he slowly stepped in. His hair getting drenched, clinging to the sides of his pretty face as he gripped your chin with his free hand, towering over you, craning his own neck down to smile. To look into your eyes.
"You're so perfect, even at your most vulnerable..." He murmured, a pause hanging in the air as his grin grew wider. "Especially at your most vulnerable. Who was I to resist this temptation laid out in front of me?"
The words sent a shiver down your spine and your arms were covered in goosebumps, his smile falling slightly as his hand on your arm rubbed up and down it slightly, as if trying to sooth the prickles of fear down.
"Why are you so scared...? Don't you want this...? Want me here?" He murmured, his head leaning down further, chin on your shoulder as he began speaking in a low voice directly in your ear, his breath warm on your wet and clammy skin. "I told you, you're safe... trust me darling... I don't bite. Much." Delusion dripping off every syllable.
He used your arm to pull your naked body flush against him now, and you felt a suspicious lump in his pants poking through to you, big and warm and enough to make a whimper slip through your fear gritted teeth.
He was hard as a rock, and his hand slid from your face slowly... to finger the button of his black pants, to free himself as he smiled down at you still. Any sense of hope nothing would happen you might have left disappearing all at once. Ripped away as his large member lightly slapped you on your still very naked stomach, precum rubbing off on you only to be quickly washed away by the waters.
"Don't worry, lovely... We'll get both of us cleaned up. Even if I'll just make you dirty again." He chuckled as he kissed your cheek, his hand on your arm moving down to yours even as you struggled pathetically. His hand curling to force you to palm the weight of his cock, as he rinsed you of soap with his free hand. Forcing you to stroke him off with a smile even as you slipped and slid trying to get away. Eventually it led to him pinning you to the wall, his knee between your legs locking you in as you reluctantly stroked up and down and sobbed. Tears unnoticed in the spray of the shower.
He moaned softly, still in your ear as all of his limbs worked to cage you in, as he toyed with you, as he got off in every fucking way to the situation. His cock pulsing in your hand with every beat of his racing and happy heart.
Your racing mind stopping any train of thought, having to come to the worst, most apt conclusion: You're completely and utterly fucked. Literally.
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RIGHT NOW I AN DOWN BAD OBSESSED WITH THIS Character AND THE ANIMEâ
UNDERRATED!!!!!!! NEED MORE ATTENTION
The artstyle is so unique and cute, I especially adore the storyline since it represents many like religion, culture, beliefs, AND MANY MORE!!! Itâs also taken from a real historical event SO I AM CURRENTLY TRYING TO HYPE RHIS UNDERTATED ASF ANIME AND MANGA, unfortunately the manga only has 3 official volume that are fully translated to English already, there Japanese version but Iâm not sure how to access the other volume. I JUST HOPE ITLL GET POPULAR SO I CAN WATCH THE EDITS IN MY FYP AND MAYBE READ SOME FANFICS!!!!đ«Șđ«Șđ«Șlovlocloc
RIGHT NOW I AN DOWN BAD OBSESSED WITH THIS Character AND THE ANIMEâ
UNDERRATED!!!!!!! NEED MORE ATTENTION
The artstyle is so unique and cute, I especially adore the storyline since it represents many like religion, culture, beliefs, AND MANY MORE!!! Itâs also taken from a real historical event SO I AM CURRENTLY TRYING TO HYPE RHIS UNDERTATED ASF ANIME AND MANGA, unfortunately the manga only has 3 official volume that are fully translated to English already, there Japanese version but Iâm not sure how to access the other volume. I JUST HOPE ITLL GET POPULAR SO I CAN WATCH THE EDITS IN MY FYP AND MAYBE READ SOME FANFICS!!!!đ«Șđ«Șđ«Șlovlocloc
Just being fucking held so safely in big brother Satoruâs chest, spooning with such affection and radiating body warmth. Letting him kiss and coo into the top of your head as he gently lifts your leg up to slide your panties to the side with intention to connect fully.
You let out a little incoherent whine and grab hold of his large hand holding the weight of your leg up when his hard tip nudges some force against the resistance of your warm entrance. Youâre too relaxed for verbalizing your worry and your big brother doesnât even need communication to understand.
âShh, donât worry,â he lets go of his cock to rub soothingly through your labia as you converse, âThey wonât come in here.â
âBut dad saidââ
âBaby, baby, baby,â he interrupts you right into the shell of your ear with the most comforting whispered tone, âHe wonât. Iâve got you, big brotherâs got you. Iâm gonna push into your pussy now. Okay?â
The detailed warning makes you shiver and you grip onto the sheets in front of you with a nod. âOkay.â
Satoru has only been inside of you once, excluding some fingering and pussy eating. His cock is a recent indulgence you had begged for over and over for until he finally relented and gave it to you. He made it oh-so special, telling your parents he was gonna take you to a little event to have some sibling bonding time, but really just took you to a nice hotel and fucked you into the squeaky bed all night.
You havenât ever crossed the line with full penetration in your actual home, much less while your parents are sleeping in the other room.
He uses the sticky fingers gliding through your pussy to line his shaft up to your hole and finally push in.
You gasp as the hard thing drives right past the resistance of your opening and rests halfway inside your gooey center. Satoru exhales deeply in relief and wraps his arms roughly around your body to keep you nice and close, assurance that your wriggling wonât accidentally de-mount him while he basks in the feeling. Your leg rests back down now that heâs safely inside. âGod fuck, I missed you.â
âS-Satoru, wait,â you whine, when he decides to continue pushing until his base fully disappears into you, despite your body still adjusting to the initial penetration. Your shaky hands wrap around his arms for a false sense of control.
âSee? All done, all done,â he coos into the side of your face, breathy and throaty as his cock viscerally pulses in rhythm with the clenching of your walls.
You whimper with a nod, breath heaving as your hand sloppily slides down to rest over the small buldge of evidence that heâs inside your tummy.
âI feel you in there,â you observe aloud, making him hiss and trace his teeth against your jaw, trying to contain himself so he doesnât just start pounding into your blissful hole like his body is screaming at him to do.
âYeah?â He breathes, legs tangled with yours and back hunched dramatically so he can stay within you. He drags one cold, sweaty palm to push down on your hand over the tummy bulge. âOhh, I feel me in there too. Nice and snug, hugging me so nice.â
âOh my god,â you gasp and jerk at the pressure he applies to your tummy, whimpering and using your free hand to grasp his hip possessively.
He smiles against your skin and rubs his face against the side of yours affectionately. âIâm gonna move,â he warns, making your body instinctively tighten up to prepare for collision.
âYeahh,â he breathes in utter bliss as he gently clenches his ass to first force himself in as deeply as he can despite already being fully seated. He doesnât even pull out at all, just grinds against your ass in circles. âOhhh, wow. Thatâs so nice. Does it feel nice, baby?â
Your face scrunches as feelings of incredible tingling and slight cramping mix within you from the motion. Your tummy is maxed out, at its full capacity limit, but Satoruâs hips are forcing your insides to make room that it doesnât have to offer. Your pussy is acting as a flesh sock thatâs just vaccum sealed tight around his gyrating cock, following its movement involuntarily no matter where it goes.
âItâs really deepââ you hiss hastily and slightly panicked. Your back arches, body instinctively trying to escape. âIâ noâ I donât think I can do it, Toru.â
Your whining makes Satoru immediately halt and apply relief by relaxing his hips and letting the base slip out just half an inch. His muscular arms tighten around your body and he lifts his head to get a look at your face. âYou okay?â he asks with concern, head still spinning with pleasure as your walls tightly embrace his cock in pulses as if grateful for the sudden relief. âIâm sorry,â he rubs his face into yours, kissing the corner of your lips, âjust feels so fucking good and tight in there, I get carried away.â
You nod with a pout, turning your head so his lips can rest on top of yours as you speak into eachotherâs mouths. âItâs okay, j-just hurts a little when you go in so deep. I wish I could take you as far as you can go but itâs too much,â you say, clearly upset with yourself and Satoru recognizes this way of speaking immediately.
âHey,â he chides softly in familiar big brother fashion, brows hardening as his eyes bore into yours, âwhat did I say about talking down to yourself like that?â
Your pout deepens and he pecks you.
âHm? What did I say?â He persists into your lips, waiting for you to obey.
âThat words matter and to be kind to myself,â you repeat his past words with a sniffle, more than half of your focus still honed in on the penetrating cock within you.
âMhmm,â he nods sweetly and slowly inches the fingers over your tummy down until theyâre languidly swiping your clit, âthat you deserve the same kindness you show others. Good girl.â
Your eyes roll and you both groan when the clit stimulus causes your insides to jolt. He bites his lip as his hazy eyes threaten to follow yours to the back of his skull, still so close to your face that youâre recycling oxygen. âCan I fuck you now? You okay inside? I wonât go too deep.â
You immediately nod and your legs twitch as you cope with the feeling of his fingers and cock. âMhm. Go, Toru.â
He smiles against your lips, then kisses them with a sweet âchuâ before using the hand on your clit to instead fully embrace the entirety of your pussy in his palm, fingers separating around the intrusion of his dick inside your hole. He wants to feel the movement right from the source of your connection.
âCommunicate with me,â he reminds you protectively, eyes fluttering closed as he begins to pull his hips back just until heâs halfway free, letting your insides flutter closed before forcing them to part ways for his rod with a thorough thrust.
You let out a breathy, shaky moan as you move your hands to grip the arm around you for stability and he hums happily in response to your reaction.
âYou love your big brother so much, donât you?â he moans into your lips, thrusting again and again until he picks up a steady rhythm.
Your lips are permanently parted as your legs begin to shake, every hump hitting your g spot like a bell at the top of an arcade game. You nod quickly. âLoveâ love you sâahhâ so much.â
Satoru groans out an exhale and then hisses an inhale, legs pushing deeper into the tangle of yours as his hips already give in to the desire to pick up the pace. âI love you more, my perfect girl. Ahhâ fucking perfect. So perfect. Doing such a goodâmmfâ job taking me.â
Your nails dig into his arm as your body begins to jostle due to the weight of his hammering. Your pussy flutters at your brotherâs praise and he lets out a throaty groan.
Your eyes twitch open when you think you hear something in the distance, outside of the safety of your brotherâs dim room. âWait, Iâ I think I heard something, Satoru,â you whisper, worried eyes glancing at the closed door as his relentless humping continues, undisturbed.
The repeated squelch of your connection is all Satoru can hear and he shoves his tongue into your mouth as his hold on you gets possessively tighter. âNo, theyâre sleeping,â he says quickly into your mouth. âIâm inside you, my cock is moving so nice inside you,â he moves his lips into your ear and tells your brain what it should be focusing on, sweetly and lewdly. âFeels so goodâ mmmâ Itâs fucking ridiculous.â
Satoru knows dad never wakes up at this time and mom doesnât even budge from those loud ass old man snores he lets out through the night. He brushes off your worries easily, hips not letting up once.
âOh god,â you whimper in pleasure, concern losing the battle to the magnitude of euphoria heâs fucking into you. âIt does. Feels so good,â you agree with him pathetically, making him growl and start swiping fast circles on your throbbing clit.
âI want you to cum,â he breathes, his lengthy back is dramatically and comically hunched so he can mouth at your neck while staying mounted due to his aggressive height. âI really want you to.â
You whimper, and like a trained dog thatâs just desperate for her big brotherâs approval in every sense, an orgasm appears within the distance as your legs stiffen. âO-Okay, Iâll do it,â you nod stupidly, pushing into his neck kisses, âIâll cum Toru.â
âOh my fuck, youâre so cute.â He groans and takes a brief bite out of your neck, a subtle âslapâ growing in the air as his pace harshly excels along with the aggressive pace of his fingertips. âRight here, thatâs your cute little clit, hmm? Gonna help big brother make you cum, hm?â he slobbers into your ear, goading you on as your back arches and noises of impact jut through your throat uncontrollably.
A few perfectly angled strokes against your clit while his hard tip abuses your g spot makes your orgasm boil over, lips making a silent âoâ of euphoria as it overtakes you whole.
You donât even know if itâs a few seconds into your orgasm or a minute, but mid spasm, Satoru canât help but start slamming into you so fast and hard that it forces you down flat on your tummy. He uncontrollably whimpers and moans like heâs hurt as your pussy carries out the primal, built- in process of tightening and releasing over and over to optimize fertilization.
His face tightens as does his balls.
âYouâre milking meâ oh jesus fuckâ fucking milking me, oh my god,â he groans loudly, ass humping yours with a mind of its own, desperate to feel every convulsion within. His heavy body weight is crushing you, arms tightly wrapped around the tummy of the fleshy toy heâs using to get off, ie: you. Heâs gonna have to pull out before he can cum, he knows that, but heâll enjoy the feeling of your pussy for as long as possible.
Youâre rendered silent by the intensity, half of your face shoved into the bed as you take what heâs giving you, making your orgasm soar on and on. Your legs are shaking violently under his and you donât think youâre even breathing as cramps and tingles and waves of pleasure and sweat swirl within you and travel down to your fingertips.
Satoruâs so close, your pussy is squeezing him from base to tip like someone trying to squeeze the smallest bit of toothpaste out of a tube on a busy morning and he doesnât think heâs ever loved another person more than he loves his little sister.
But then, the sound of his doorknob turning makes Satoruâs head snap towards it. His primal instinct kicks in with a boatload of adrenaline and itâs like heâs almost superhuman when he quickly pulls you off of the bed and shoves the two of you into his closet, all while youâre still beautifully impaled on him.
The door to the closet clicks shut at the same time his bedroom door clicks open and pathetic Satoru is cringing, quietly begging his cock to, âwait, wait, wait, wait! No, no, no,â as it decides to shoot that first spurt of cum into you before he can even attempt to maneuver out of your fertile hole due to the cramped space of his closet.
âShit.â Heâs fucked. Satoruâs eyes roll as he gives you an accidental cream pie and his back hits the wall, slowly sliding down until heâs on his ass. Heâs holding you tight in his lap, youâre forced to come down with him like a fucking limp doll. He isnât even sure youâre awake right now because youâre not panicking or crying that youâre âcaughtâ or anything as your father looks around Satoruâs room with confusion as to where your brother is.
Satoru is still fucking cumming, desperately coping with aggressive exhales when his closet door is opening. Thank god he has a blanket in here to throw on top of your lap and heâs thanking any god that will hear him that he didnât take off his clothes earlier or his shirt youâre wearing. You just look like youâre innocently sitting, leaning against your brother with a nice fluffy blanket over both of your legs.
Satoru looks up at his father blearily and puts a shaky finger to his lips, gesturing down at your (luckily) passed out face. âShe couldnât sleep,â he whispers, unable to hold back how whiny it sounds as his cock happily snuggles and floods your cervix.
Thankfully, this closet is where he used to take you whenever youâd have nightmares as children, and itâs still decked out in little hung lights and blankets and pillows. Even though youâre both much too old for this anymore, your father is just glad your older brother is still taking care of you even now in your twenties.
Your father mouths âohh okayâ silently and nods as his eldest sonâs cock pumps his daughter full under the blanket. Satoruâs heart almost bursts out of his chest while his face pales when your father leans down and reaches for the blanket.
He simply adjust the hem of the blanket over you a bit more, with obvious fatherly affection, before standing back up.
The older man gives Satoru a thumbs up and gently closes the closet door. When Satoru hears his bedroom door click closed a second later, he lets out an abrupt sigh of relief, head thumping back against the wall. That was way too fucking close.
Satoru brings a shaky hand to your face and softly tilts it towards him as his cock ever so slowly softens. He says your name, attempting to wake you.
Your hazy eyes flutter open to sweetly look at your brotherâs face and he immediately nudges his face into yours like an affectionate cat with an exhale, returning both arms to hug you close.
âWhat happened?â you chirp, eyes flicking around the closet in confusion. You can still feel his cock inside you.
âYou passed out cold,â he huffs a little, leaning away from your face just enough to look at you. âYou okay?â
You hum and nod, caressing his arms around you happily. Passing out during sex is a bit concerning, Satoru thinks, thatâs not normal no matter how much itâs depicted in fiction.
âYou sure?â He brings a finger up in front of your face. âFollow my finger with your eyes.â
You laugh and push his hand away. âShut up,â you say as he chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple.
âWanna go to sleep?â he offers sweetly, taking a deep, vocal inhale of your neck.
You gently pull away the blanket atop your lap, looking down at the mess of sticky warm cum pooling out of your opening and down his balls.
âYeah, but weâre so messy.â You scrunch your nose.
Satoru suddenly stands, making you gasp as he picks you up with him, feet dangling mid air due to his ridiculously abnormal height. âIâll clean you up, donât worry.â
He opens the closet and pokes his head out before striding out and gently laying down to spoon once again, all without letting his dick slip out. You groan with all the movement inside, sensitive and overstimulated.
He purrs deeply and takes his sweet time leaning in and connecting your lips for a long, slow, passionate kiss. You hum into it, rubbing a hand up and down his hip affectionately while the other massages his head. Your lips âchuâ as they mingle, heads tilting in harmony and a dash of tongue swiping against your lips every now and then but not too much.
He takes this time to pull his cock out with a âswllopâ and you both whine, breaking away from the kiss.
âThank you,â he shows gratitude for the pleasure you provided him. He smiles at you, resting his forehead on yours and your heart flutters.
He lets go of you to crawl down your body with a grunt until his face is between your legs and youâre resting on your back.
âToru.â You look down at him with a flustered expression. Youâre aware of how much he enjoys eating you out but your insides are still twitching from the aftershock of your orgasm.
âJust cleaning you up,â he says as he pulls your panties all the way down your legs and throws them over his shoulder. He doesnât waste time swiping a wide tongue from your entrance to your clit. He swallows down the cum and slick he gathered and goes right back to do it again as you hiss.
He kneads your thighs as he cleans you with his warm tongue, almost soothing your beat up pussy with it as he does. He licks your inner thighs clean too. And when he finally flicks a lil at your lower, lower hole, he shushes you as you push at his head and whine âno not there Toru,â with embarrassment. He cleans it up quick since youâre so stubborn.
He pats your leg lovingly as he stands, and you catch a glimpse of his soft cock, wet and sticky where itâs hanging out of the hem of his wet pajama pants.
He makes his way into his bathroom and comes out a minute later, wiping his lips with his cock sadly tucked away. He probably brushed his teeth of the taste of his own cum and wiped his dick. He pulls open his dresser and grabs a pair of boxers.
You sigh happily when he joins you again, gently sliding his boxers onto you before completely embracing your body in a deep spooning cuddle.
âNighty night,â he hums with a clear smile on his dopey face and the both of you fall asleep as his cum slowly pools out of you.
what kind of yandere would caesar augustus be? can you give highlights of his attitude, personality, and behaviour as a yandere to reader who has isekaied in his time as a roman emperor? thanks so much. Btw i enjoyed reading emperor geta and emperor caracella đđ
You kissed the picture of a statue of Augustus Caesar in history textbook before drawing hearts over the pictures in a playful manner.
Which led to you ending up in Ancient Rome, in Augustus Caesar's reign.
And because of your strange clothes and frightened attitude, you were dragged to the emperor, accused of being an intruder.
The emperor spoke to you in Latin while you only stared at him in fear and confusion.
From your expressions and reactions, Octavian realized that you are harmless.
He ordered to have your things taken away, and for you to be taken and clothed in Roman clothes, as he decided to have you under his care until he understands who exactly are you.
No one has sparked his curiosity like you.
In less than two months you were taught Latin.
But through those two months, you also managed to build many friendships.
Even with the young daughter of the emperor, Julia, the eight-years-old child adores you.
But now, you are forced to stand in front of Augustus and speak to him in the language you were taught.
"I'm not from here." you admit.
"I have noticed the first time from your improper clothing, I wish to know everything about you."
"Even if what I'm going to tell you is considered madness?"
With a nod from him, you begin telling him everything about yourself, and how you found yourself in this timeline.
This was a huge mistake on your part, as this made the Roman emperor obsessed with you and knowing about the future.
Everything you needed, was granted.
Octavian would spend long hours with you in his chambers, discussing many different matters.
You have so much knowledge, something he respects in a person.
When in reality, the knowledge you got is only from three sources, books, school, and YouTube.
However, sometimes he feels like you act like a child who needs to be corrected.
"Do you have a husband in your timeline?"
One day while having a walk in the gardens Augustus inquires about your marital situation.
"Yes." you lie, feeling uncomfortable under his sharp gaze.
You are not naive to the way he is interested to you and the hints he gives here and there.
But you would rather have boundaries.
"I suppose he must miss you dearly, he is unfortunate in many ways."
"Unfortunate, how so?" you ask, curiosity peeking.
"His wife is going to marry the emperor of Rome."
Your heart beats raises in fear, as you try to move away, but Caesar grabs your left wrist to stop you.
"I'm married, this would be considered infidelity." you say with a disgusted tone at how he still chooses to pursue you.
"In this timeline, you are not married as your husband does simply not exist yet."
tw. uncle!satoru, incest, age gap, breeding, coercion, dirty talk, praise, brief choking, baby as pet name, some jealousy, degradation, corruption kink, sneaking around
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a/n. ⥠commissioned by the amazing @antique-remains ⥠thank you so so much for commissioning me and for being absolutely wonderful!! i really hope you enjoy your fic,, i had a blast writing it so i kinda went a little crazy with the word count but! hgdfsy listen i hear gojo satoru i jump into the deep end i hooopppee you enjoy it lovely!!! <33 and thanks a million to the beta readers ilY so much
gojo satoru x fem!reader
The door rattles with a loud noise as you make it two steps down the hall. Two whole steps before long arms wrap under your shoulders and youâre whirled around against an equally lanky body, while your giggles fill the hall. They echo down the old family house, pristine and proper, and give your mother a well deserved moment of rest as she rolls the suitcases inside. âHey- Thereâs my favorite little squirt,â his lithe voice hums gleefully when you press a childishly sloppy peck onto his cheek and squish your face to his shoulder, and Satoru barely bothers to give your mom a quick smile before stealing your entire attention away and putting you into his neck with a smile.
âYou gotta visit more frequently, nee-san. I gotta show my favorite niece what Iâve learned at monster school, donât I?â
Your chubby cheeks glow hot as you parrot him. âMonster!â
âYour only niece. And youâre more than welcome to take a few babysitting shifts, Satoru. Lord knows I could use it,â the soft-spoken woman would then chuckle, and leave you to it.
Thatâs how it was, always. You remember finding the days where snow stuck to the ground and made the house feel so much toastier, the most lovely of all- no excuses, no exceptions. Not that you could give a reason as to why, back then. It was probably because winter meant family time and holidays and presents, and most of all, it meant packing everything up into the car and driving down for New Years. Without fail, a white winter meant Gojo Satoru â and without fail, youâd look towards him like a world faithfully orbits the sun.
You canât thank Satoru enough for taking his role so gracefully, at the time. When it was still fun.
Now winter means being locked up in your room while that same man parades around a different princess each year, and makes your start to the new entirely unenjoyable. After a good few hours of hearing the drinking and talking grow louder and louder -and then eventually quieter again, you finally dare peak your head around the corner. Because if youâre lucky, uncle Satoru will have no self-control. And the copious amounts of alcohol that festivities require will leave him blissfully unaware of your scowl at the foreign pair of shoes by the door. Your bare feet pad on the floor as you make your way past the soft rumble of the tv, and into the kitchen to pop open your own box of cake, and another bottle of bubbles for yourself.
The frosting sticks to the roof of your mouth three bites in, and makes everything a lot more palatable. The smell of the obnoxious festive scented candles, the deep beats of the slow make-out music reverberating through the walls of his otherwise impeccable apartment. The knowledge that youâre meant to wait out the inevitable turnaround from festive cheer to loud moans down the hall as the countdown hits 0. Itâs been this way for years now, and you find yourself wishing spring would come a little faster.
Youâd never be so lucky, though. You drop the fork in surprise when long fingers sneak around your neck to squeeze gently at the soft parts of it, and a breath brushes over the shell of your ear. âBoo.â Festive cheer and a softer familiar musk overtakes your senses.
âSatoru, you dick,â you squeak out a little too loudly, halfway to turning when a strong arm wraps around your hips to allow him to slot a little closer to your back. He peers over your head at the cake, breath dusting over your hair. Uncaring, of course, about the level of appropriateness or the way it sends a shiver up your spine.
âBit early for a late night snack, isnât it? You could at least have asked your favorite authority figure to join you.â His smile gleams in the low light of the apartment like a million diamonds, white head of hair tousled and bed-head like. The hand on your hip squeezes ever so softly before you shake him off, and cross your arms over your chest in defiance.
âYouâre barely an authority, let alone my favorite. Besides, arenât you kept busy with⊠Keiko? Kyoko?â
ââKimiko. Why?â Itâs then you make the mistake of looking up into those perfect baby blues through the half-tinted shades, and despite your earlier frostiness, he still searches for a handhold on your shoulder, softly brushing his thumb along the collar of your shirt. He stares like he can see through you, where your heart beats wildly in your chest. Youâd dare bet money that sometimes he definitely tries to. But the calculating glances that flick over your face are kept quiet by a faint hum.
âSheâs gone home. I thought maybe we could celebrate New Years together this time.â Satoru is always smiling. It crinkles his eyes, seems to ooze out of him like syrup. Heâs good at that. At feeling trustworthy. Butâ âWe still have a good twenty minutes until the fireworks. Come celebrate. For me?â Thereâs no mistaking the way he leans in to nudge your face up and puts on an exaggerated puppy-like pout. Gojo Satoru is anything but trustworthy.
But hard lessons are slow to stick. You find your mouth opening almost like instinct, sugar-coated tongue running over your lips as he waits. âFine, until after the fireworks. Only âtil then.â His mouth corners go a little more cat-like when the grin grows further, and he rubs his heavy palm and long fingers over your head with a soft chuckle.
âRight? Youâd never leave your poor old, lonely uncle Satoru alone on a special day, right?â
The couch is abandoned for a slower sort of swinging around the living room once the clock starts getting close, and Satoru places another flute of golden bubbles into your handâ grinning as you move to the beat. Try and resist as you may, Satoru has given you much to be thankful for. The heat of his hand back on your head distracts you from the way the drink goes down too quickly, letting him pick your hand into his to pull you closer. âHave you ever slow danced before, pretty girl?â
You donât get to say anything before youâre in his arms, hands to his chest and quickly sliding down to wrap around him instead, swallowing down the stirring heat that hits when he chuckles. You must be crazy. Must be. Your heart feels like itâs banging in your throat. But Satoru rests his chin on your head into the embrace, and swallows you up into his arms. And your throat burns like a raging fire yet again. It isnât like that. It isnât like that. Youâre the one making it weird, and you know it. But you canât help the goosebumps when he presses a kiss to your crown, or when he pauses to look down at you.
Grinning like heâs got the world in his palm, he leans in to almost brush noses with you. âThis is kinda romantic, isnât it?â
âGojo Satoru,â you immediately feel the warmth flare up on your cheeks and ears, eyes going wide. But the grin is back instantly, and he chuckles.
âAlright, donât get your panties into a twist.â The air of his breaths dusts over your nose when he stares, and doesnât look away. âYouâre so obvious when you want something. Itâs cute.â Heâs awfully, disturbingly pretty. However weird it is to notice that about your own momâs brother⊠you never were able to lie yourself out of that conclusion.
The clock ticks loudly, counting down. But you canât tear yourself away, blinking blankly at the way he gives your face a once over, before those eyes find yours. Glittering brilliantly, pulling at your sanity. You did always adore him. The first few fireworks go off loud in the distance, when your own uncle Satoru dips down and kisses you. You freeze. Warm lips and tongue pressing into your mouth- he full-on kisses you and runs a hand along your neck to pull you into him. A muffled squeak makes itâs way out of you, warm tongue getting to taste all of him. You- you donât stop it. When he pulls back, his mouth lingers over yours, and that devilish mouth whispers, âhappy New Year, baby,â without any âsorryâs.
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The flowers are already starting to bloom in the colorful pots that swing outside the windows when you nurse your own cup of tea, and donât bother lowering your eyes when bright azures meet your gaze. Thereâs something there that tingles your tongue, faint memories biting at your conscious, but too swift to grab hold of. You canât read him anymore. It makes the familiar glint in them feel anxiety inducing. The gaze shifts, and you feel your spine relax. All tall, perfect, unfairly casual grandeur of him goes back to entertaining your cousins and Megumiâ and your attention is finally allowed to shift back to your mom.
âDeary me⊠That child seems like heâll never grow up,â she softly chimes, turning your way to take your hands, âI bet youâre twice the adult he is.â Her slight frown is one of fondness though, of care and concern; all of which only makes your stomach drop further. Your momâs so enamored with her tight-knit little dream of a family. Sheâs completely unaware, too. Of the deadly, treacherous words that your mind whispers to you when it knows no oneâs watching. Your motherâs warm smile remains. âIf you ever decide you canât keep up with him anymore, youâre more than welcome to move back home, honey.â
âI know, momâ but I like Tokyo. I like my friends here, and- my jobâs here, and I like my job.â Her hand makes an encouraging circle over the back of your hand, and she nods.
Her warm smile doesnât keep away the cold flare that travels down your back though. âAnd you also like Satoru, for reasons I still canât wrap my head around.â Her look over in his direction has you resolutely studying your lap instead, as heat travels back from your chest to your face. âEven when you were little, your uncle âToru could do no wrong. It was infuriating at timesâŠâ You try to put on a smile when you feel her eyes return back to you, and let the cup bear the brunt force of your anxiety. âNow I just think itâs sweet. I know I couldnât deal with his antics anymore, for even a few days.â
âHeâsâŠâ You trail off before you can even get started, and let your tongue swipe along your bottom lip to get rid of the pesky memory again. You feel like your moral compass has been compromised. Your stupid little crush was meant to go unacknowledged, and fade. No one was supposed to be any the wiser. Satoru was never meant to do wrong. Heâs -what- exactly, you try to ask yourself. Sneaky? Childish? The reason you canât look your own family in the eye without blushing like a schoolgirl?
Your heart blooms when you catch a glimpse of his smile as the beer bottle brushes his lips, and he finds your shape again across the room.
Before you get a chance to look away, uncle Satoruâs already calling your name again with that sing-songy tone thatâs got you hooked; and pulls you out of your seat with a few slow blinks. âThereâs my favorite girl.â He swings an arm over your shoulders, and invades your senses yet again. âItâs getting a little too stuffy in here for your liking, hm? Mind if I steal her for a while?â His sister barely gives him the tiniest of eyerolls before waving you both off. And the white-haired force of nature doesnât even stop to ask you. He knows heâs right.
Before long, the glances of family get captured by other things, and the honorary member of your family gives you a knowing look that you mirror. Not that Satoru would let it stop him if he saw. You only just look away from Megumiâs grimace before you freeze into place. Thereâs the tiniest of kisses to the skin behind your ear where Satoru whispers in your ear. âI was really missing you, baby.â Thereâs a heat that spreads all over you as he continues, barely hiding his affections. âWhenever I see you⊠I just wannaâŠâ
Your eyes go wide when you turn to stare at him, then quickly around at the rest of the guests. Luckily, everyone seems too preoccupied to notice the way he wraps his arm around your waist to steer you towards the front door. âWhat? I wasnât done.â he chimes, eyes glinting over like the Chesire cat, âI wanna come annoy you, is what I was going to say.â Alarm bells should go off. You want them to signal your disaster. But no such thing happens, and the way his lips almost drag over your pulse makes your entire body feel like youâre filled with static. âYou know uncle Satoru loves you. Step out with me for a bit.â
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The miserable drum of rain has no way of drowning out the thoughts in your head. A heat-caused thunderstorm should just be a minor inconvenience, but it feels awfully telling about your current state. The string of messages of Satoruâs latest -what you can now assume is- ex blink back at you as you check the time again, and sink deeper into the couch. The apartment always feels a little too cold when youâre here alone. And sure, youâve been living here too, but youâve been on your very best behavior all this time. Taking up only the space he was willing to give.
So you sit in silence as the room gets darker and darker, and instead of checking up on work mails, you let the icy silence of the apartment sit beside you. The messages werenât exactly frantic, butâ the door clicks softly across the room, and the pitter patter of the rain on the skylight grows even more impatient. âUncle âToru,â you breathe as he drags his wet self in, only to suck your bottom lip into your mouth.
Thereâs only a few times youâve ever had the displeasure of seeing him like this. One was the first summer his best friend vanished into thin air, a shallow copy of your beloved left behind in its wakeâ and every few years after that. It drains all the color out of him, squeezes until thereâs nothing left.
He looks drunk. He smells drunk too. But you still cross your arms and straighten your back, swallowing. âKi-chan was worried about you. She says you two broke-â
âSheâs right.â Satoru drops his bag by the tv, and unceremoniously kicks off his socks in the middle of the living room, slauntering towards the couch.
âIs that why youâre like this?â Your worry is undermined by a harsh snort and an equally unamused chuckle, before the white-haired man comes to a halt before you.
âDonât be stupid. You and I both know itâs not.â His eyes are usually like the ocean on a summer day, bright, all-consuming, and peacefulâ thereâs nothing there when they land on you now. Just the dark, dreary image of a cloudy, uncaring vastness. âGet up, Iâm trying to sleep here for the night.â
âIâm not leaving.â Youâre not sure if the slight tremble in your voice is self-inflicted, but do your best to bite through the electric tension. âShe also said that youâve been saying all kinds of things that make no sense. Things aboutâ me. And thatâs why you guys broke up. Sheâs worried that you might try to do something to me.â Gojo Satoru is a lot of things. More things than a man with his constitution should be, all in all. Your light breath cuts the tension just enough for you to speak up again, staring up at him from your increasingly vulnerable position on the couch. âWell, will you?â
âGet up.â Before you have another chance to ask more, he takes you by the arm and pulls you up out of the couch in a split second, leaving you stumbling back. âRun off to your room now.â Smart, coherent thoughts leave you. Satoru looks like heâs hurting. Those long, white lashes and blue irises are no longer bright and understanding. They frame a simple look of distaste at the sight of you, and your rapid heartbeat falters. âI said, now.â As your tongue brushes your lips you search for somethingâ anythingâ to say, but it seems he doesnât want to let you. With large steps, he walks you back by your collar until your back hits the wall, and you stare up at him.
âIsnât it bad enough that I already want you? What more do you need?â The cold, still wet touch of his thumb brushing your collarbones tingles down your entire body. âTell me off. Hit me. Do something.â Heâs basically begging now, through hard glares, teeth and a raspy voice. âTell me off for treating you like this.â
You think you should. But all that you manage to say is a soft plea, eyes searching in the dark. âUncle Satoru, I- Iâm sorry.â
âBaby.â
His grip makes your shirt dig uncomfortably into your neck, but you barely feel it. Instead you raise your hands to cup his face, watching how the furrowed brows straighten out after only a few tight breaths. You mumble out a breath of his name, and allow him to pull you closer to his body until youâre pressed to his chest, face hidden against his collarbones. Until he leads you to look up at him and lets his lips brush over your eyelids, and the tip of your nose. âYour mom would kill me if she knew.â
You know him to be right. And still, you let his mouth meet yours. Meet and claim your tongue, hiking your one thigh up to allow him to melt against you. Rolling his narrow hips just a little too effectively against you. Itâs way too much all at once, hot and cold meeting in the dark where his body grinds against you. You shouldnât⊠allow any of this, right? But it feels too good to stop. Satoru clearly thinks so too when he grunts your name against your mouth, and his crotch rubs into your center.
Itâs not hard to know what heâs thinking about as he drags his lips down the soft of your throat and sucks kisses into the skin. His strong fingers slide under your shirt to anchor at your waist, and leave goosebumps all over. âMy pretty girl,â he ends up mumbling as his tongue makes shapes at the base of your throat, âyouâre all mine. All fucking mine. Mh- never gonna let anyone have you.â It feels so good. Hearing that, however distorted by the momentâ makes you feel like youâre floating. So much so, that it scares you. To think anyone would have such power over you.
Satoru goes in for another kiss, but you end up sliding out of his arms by mere chance, panting and shivering from the wet hands all over you. You take one single deep breath, and rush off down the hall.
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When you sit at dinner the next day, rolling your veggies around your plate as you cast him weary glances from under long lashes, Satoru doesnât falter. Doesnât even blink out of place once, like the night before was just a dream. Youâd really believe the slight ache of a hickey at the base of your throat to be an unlucky bruise, if you couldnât notice the faint glances your way. After a while, his telltale grin slips back on when you startle at his voice, and he points his fork towards you. âYouâre acting weird, you know that?â
âI- Iâm acting weird?â Your voice pitches up almost comically, and his gleeful chuckle has your heart racing despite yourself. âW- about yesterday-â
âIâm taking you somewhere tonight.â Though the interruption should annoy you, he looks so content and smug as he stuffs the last of his food into his cheek, that you can only frown. His hand runs through his mess of white hair, noisily smacking his food as if to make a point. When you donât immediately respond, he nods to himself, before leaning in. âI woke up with the worst headache of my life, Iâll have you know. But Iâve gotten over myself, I promise. And now I just want to hang out with my favorite niece.â
âOnly niece,â you end up parroting, clenching and unclenching your hands into your skirt. âWhere do you wanna go?â
âCall me âuncle âToruâ again, and Iâll tell you.â You never tell him no.
As you walk through the hall with slow steps, the light falls like broken petals through the paper walls and casts everything in a hazy glow. For all your protests, uncle Satoru follows close behind, chirping all kinds of encouragements, giggling most of the way through. The lazy patterns he draws on your shoulders with his thumbs, or the brief brushes of his nose along your cheek, kisses behind your jawâ it all should make you feel a lot guiltier than it does. Instead youâre just wound up, skin tingling with every touch the longer it lasts.
âAre you gonna tell me why weâre here now?â
He hums that melodic agreement, before pointing you towards the rather familiar door at the right. âIf you go in there, I will.â At your slight frown, he only presses on. âI promise. Come on, trust your favorite uncle.â
âYouâre not my favorite.â
His voice grows low as his lips brush your ear, and those strong arms start gliding down the sides of your back. âLiar.â The kiss that is pressed to your pulse is slower this time, humming in your throat and making you swallow your words. His mind hasnât changed after you ran out. Instead of focusing on that- on him, you reach for the door and slide it open, finding your and Satoruâs room barely changed at all. His hands come to press at the sides of your hips, long fingers trekking all over the skin he can reach. âIâve been thinking for a while nowâŠâ His playful voice dips a little lower, and your breathing grows slower and slower. âI always meant it when I said you were my favorite... but-â
âBut itâs a little different now, hm, pretty girl? When did you change so much?â Those hands that start sliding up along your thighs to hike your skirt up to your belly, and though you try to keep it down with a little breath, he denies it. âYou donât like it? That I wanna see all of you?â The little hum to your soft throat makes you feel like youâre charged to the brim, crackling each time he moves. Itâs unbearable, and yet, you couldnât move a muscle if you tried. âTell me that Iâm a bad guy.â
You canât focus on anything. His nimble fingers toy with the edge of your panties, and the puff of his breath sends a shiver down your neck. âW-whyâd you take me to our old- ah- place?â Satoru doesnât wait for you to catch up before the frilly fabric drags along your thighs. Your awfully wet underwear lands around your feet, and he leans in to nudge your face to his. Kissing you over your shoulder as his body covers you from behind, and his waist pushes up against you. His tongue steals your attention away from his hands just long enough to lose track of them before theyâre on your tits, squeezing them and making your cunt clench in anticipation.
âBecause I wanted to prove something.â He rolls his clothed waist against your ass and makes that awful feeling even worse, forcing a whimper out of you. And that mind-numbing fucking laughter returns before his hands start moving to your center. Youâre not sure if you want to push him away or ride his fingers with the slow drag of rough fingertips along the inside of your legsâ not that itâs up to you anyway. âYouâre no longer that good girl thatâd idolize uncle Satoru, right? Youâve started thinking about other things when Iâm around, hm?â
Fingers slide through the embarrassing amount of wetness between your legs with another noise from him, pressing his hardening cock harder against you and grinding it against you- and you have to fight the urge to just get face down on the floor for him. âF-fuck, baby, youâre already dripping all over my hand. Does uncle âToru turn you on?â Two prodding digits slide into your clenching hole as he grins against your cheek, and his free hand meanly pinches a nipple. âCâmon, tell me. Tell me how much you like me.â
âMh-ack, I- li-like you.â He goes to pull his hand back but you reach for it, and push it back inside to have his hand palm rubbing up against your clit. âA lot, I like you a lot! Please.â The curl of his long fingers inside you is enough to have you shaking, leaning back against his chest with one shoulder, and hanging onto his wrist. It doesnât take much to have him smiling into the hickey heâs sucking under your jaw, and fighting back your resistance just enough to start pushing another finger inside. The slight ache is almost instantly replaced with the pleasure of having your clenching pussy filled so full. Everything blurs a little when you reach back for him for support, and his strong hand fucks smoothly in and out of you. âMhm, ah, ah, I love my uncle Satoru. Sa. To. Ru.â Slick runs down your leg and makes his entire hand sticky, and he hums in agreement.
âThatâs a good little niece. Love riding my fingers like this? Youâre shaking, baby.â He knows what it does to you, mustâve known for a while, when his voice is pressed to your skinâ it leaves you a mess. You try to respond, but your tongue gets all tangled, and you can only whimper and nod as his fingers fuck right into the spot you need them to. Your back curls against him as your legs get shakier, and your poor clit is grinded against his palm until you canât focus on anything else. It feels so good. Good, good, good, good~ You want to keep riding his fingers forever.
âLay down for me,â he rasps when you really start rubbing back against his hand, pussy so messy and full and your lips glossy with spitâ and you almost cry when he starts pulling back.
âNo, no no nonono, uncle Satoru, please. Iâm close,â you squeak, only to allow him to push you down by your shoulder and watch as he slots his fingers between pink lips. âHm- I- can I cum? Please?â Your thighs rub together as you lay down, and Satoru kneels before you to pry them open wide enough to fit his shoulders between.
âShh, lift your ass,â he quickly chants, getting comfortable between your legs as his hands pry you open, âlet me taste my favorite pussy the way I want.â His devilish mouth is on you before you can register it, hot and instantly too much. Your puffy clit is laved in licks and sucks that hit the spot just right, and every nerve end fires in a way that no one else could ever accomplish. His hums and the brilliant glint of his eyes as he watches you tear up and moan, lifting your ass closer to his face as his tongue licks and fucks your dripping pussy. He laughs when eating you out so good your eyes cross, before latching his mouth around your overstimulated nub for real, and sucking the light out of your vision.
Your legs shake before youâre clenching them around his head with a long, high-pitches whimper and a string of moans that roll through your bodyâ and Satoru just keeps going, until youâre twitching and you try to push him away. Your breathing is rapid and shallow as you blink the black spots on your vision away and loosen the grip you have on his hair, but your legs still shake as he brushes his thumb over your pussy without pity. âThatâs one. Wanna see how many more I can get you to?â
âNo,â you immediately squeak, making his smug grin grow even wider. âI wanna⊠first, wanna have you- i-inside.â Admitting it is different than thinking it. And youâve thought it, too much to count- but it still heats your cheeks and ears upon seeing the way Satoruâs lashes flutter a little, and he pushes his pants down to take his flushed cock out.
âYeah? You want your uncle Satoruâs big cock inside you?â His hand wraps around his thick length with a little hiss, sliding his hand over the swollen, dark pink tip as you watch. âSay it properly, and Iâll give it to you.â You roll onto your side to yank your shirt up over your tits, and impatiently shake your ass as you whine out a noise that barely seems to register as you. But you canât help it. The buzz from your orgasm only made your belly hotter, slicking up your legs and ass and dripping for him- as he sits up on his knees so slide his pants down further.
âSatoru~ please.â His hand moves up and down a few times as he raises a brow, and knocks away your hand when you try to touch yourself. âPlease, please, puh-lease~â Your voice cracks when you lay back instead, and knead your tit as you try to pull him closer by wrapping your legs around him. âI want to have- uncle âToruâs cock. I want to have my own uncleâs cock, I love my uncle- and I want- to be his personal pussy to use~â Tears spring up in the corners of your eyes, so you close them. âNow please just put it in. Iâve waited long enough-â
A little chuckle breaks up your begging before he kisses you deep and greedily, and suddenly the hot head of his cock pushes up against your sopping entrance. âWant it so bad you gotta cry about it? Poor baby.â He just about pushes in the slightest bit, and takes a slow breath to stare into your eyes. Pretty. So fucking pretty, all of him. âSorry I made you wait. Uncle will fill this little niece's pussy up, donât worry.â Then he pushes in with a slow press on your tummy that makes you blink back tears, as his heavy, hot cock breaks you open a little further, along with your sanity.
The smack when he bottoms out is a brief relief, before he pulls back and uses those strong legs to start really fucking into you, nose to nose. âLetting your own family fuck your greedy pussy like this, look at you. Iâm a bad influence, hm?â The weight of him, the brushing of his pelvic bone to your clit, the grip on your thigh and brushing of your tits and every brief brush of his lips over yours is enough to have that coil pull back so tight in your stomach too quickly. You dig your nails into his muscular back as each pap of his balls smacking against your slick-covered ass rings out in the room, and the white-haired man hums. âUncle Satoruâs your favorite, say it. That youâll beg for my cock until you go hoarse.â
He presses his nose to your temple, and pants against you- fucking with a rhythm thatâs taking the breath out of you. Youâre already going to cum again. âSay that you want uncle Satoruâs kids filling up your belly, ahg- go onâ mhm, that tight, t-tight fucking pussy.â
âYes, yes, I want my uncleâs cum inside! My favorite uncleâs ruining my pussy!â you squeak, and then cry out against his neck. âIâm gonna cum again, uncle âToru. G-gonna- agh-ughn- p-please donât stop.â The thrusts get even deeper if thatâs at all possible, lifting your one leg up to grind the head of his cock against your cervix with the position heâs got you in, and goes to cup your pussy. And even that slight touch is enough to have your vision going black and white, head blanking as another orgasm rolls over you and locks your leg around his hipsâ but the fucking doesnât stop even then. âAgh-mygodI-ah, ahgh-nh. Uncle Satoru.â
Itâs too much, youâre entirely too hot and sweat is rolling down your temple and his chest, but his cock still drives home over and over again like heâs willing to break you in half. You donât want him to ever stop. âHearing that filth coming out of your mouth- ugh, mhm, makes me want to keep fucking you forever. For eternity.â His waist bumps your overstimulated clit each time he bottoms out, ring of white around the base of his cock before he throws his head back and moans out your name. âYou canât ever let anyone know how much uncle Satoru loves fucking his little niece, okay? F-fuck. How much I love ruining that little attitude of yours.â
Your both knees are pushes to your shoulders as he moves up, pulling out just a second to fuck between the sloppy lips of your pussy. âBeen wanting to fuck you since you moved in. Canât help but get hard when youâre around. Bad uncle âToru, right?â The head of his cock is so swollen and flushed and dripping with your mixed juices, and he stares at you through narrowed, perfect eyes as he pushes back in and watches his cock disappear into the hot clutch of your pussy, swallowing it up like a whore. His lip is pulled between his teeth as he groans, and fucks harder and faster into you like youâre barely a toy. âBut I donât care. Uncleâs gonna fuck this pussy every day from now on. My pussy. Mine.â
You can feel him in your throat with the way he pounds your pussy until youâre raw, squeezing your throat between his long fingers as his heavy balls hit you. And his mouth covers yours, tongues back together and spit messily covering your chin by the end of it. You donât think eternity will be enough.
+
Thereâs some kind of failsafe inside every human, isnât there? And yours is simply malfunctioning at the wrong times.
The woman hanging off his arm is lovely. Mina, you think it is. Sheâs smart and pretty and accomplished, and her hair has that perfect commercial shine as it bounces around her shoulders. And Satoru is laying on the sweetness thick, from what you can make out between the giggles and shiny smiles. Underneath the obnoxious shades hiding his pearly gaze from direct view as he makes quick work of scanning the beach. It sits in your stomach with an uncomfortable rumble. Even though you know⊠Itâs for show. Itâs all just for show.
You do your best not to frown when he looks back over his shoulder for a second to drag his eyes over you. âWe should play beach volleyball!â
And a soft chuckle from the person by your side agrees when you canât be bothered to. âYou got it!â The blond is smart enough to give you a softly encouraging grin that makes you feel vindicated in your exasperation, before you stick up your own thumb. You have no intention of watching Satoru leave hot handprints all over her skin. The young man beside you clearly notices your hesitation, because he smoothes a palm down your spine to straighten you up a little, before blowing out a long breath that makes you smile. âYou donât have to if you donât want to. Iâll keep him busy if youâd rather lay in the shade for a little longer.â
Kenjiâs fingers softly brush along the small of your back, then teasingly slips them under the knot of your bikini, as his mouth comes to hover over your ear. âOr we could sneak away for a little bit andâŠâ
âAnd get caught for indecent exposure?â you giggle over your shoulder instead of letting him kiss you, and grab for one of the books that had gone untouched earlier in the day to tap it on his head. âWe canât,â you breathe with a smile, and watch as he takes that as a challenge. Really, youâre not one for fighting fire with fire. Thatâs Satoruâs play, and you donât have any intention of mistreating anyone. But ⊠the adoring gazes and personal attention does make the whole ordeal a lot easier to stomach. So easy even, that youâre down in the toasty sand with him above and your chest rising and falling rapidly for a few blissful seconds, before the volleyball hits the both of you on the sides.
Your eyes snap over to the head of white hair when he clears his throat, and holds his hands up in mock apology. Serene, picture-perfect smile plastered on his handsome face. You click your tongue, and you canât hold back the angry echo of his name in your head as he walks up. âSorry, sorry, my bad! You guys coming or what?â This whole song and dance is justâ so frustrating. Despite your best effort to keep it in, a slight tick in your brow still makes its way onto your face.
âYou guys start without me,â you breathe after a few seconds of staring Satoru down, allowing Kenji to pull you up from the sand to dust you off. âIâm going to go grab the sunscreen and the coolers from the car.â Kenji makes an attempt to stand, but you wave it off in favor of putting some space between you and the tallest as his crystal eyes drill holes through you. âNo, I got it. Thanks though.â
By the time Satoruâs âgirlfriendâ walks up and slips underneath his arm, he raises a brow your way, and the glitter in his eyes makes you convinced that he knows just as well as you do. You do your best to ignore him â them, but you can still feel the sting of him appraising you through those stupid shades. Asshole. You swing your hips as you walk away, kicking up sand every time your slippers bounce up.
At least the short walk allows for a moment to cool off, and collect your thoughts. Thereâs no sense in getting fed up. Heâll just get home and start cracking jokes like always, pretending like he didnât do something wrong in the first place. Nevertheless, you allow yourself only a short sigh and admittance of defeat in the little game you play as you click the trunk closed again.
Before you turn and walk into a solid chest, almost scaring you skittering back against the hot surface of the car. Large hands descend on you, one to wrap around your waist and the other covering your mouth- before he leans down further into your space. âSo, so grumpy all the time.â Uncle Satoruâs rough handpalm slides down to grab a handful of your ass before he lowers his face to yours into a languid kiss, tongue tasting vaguely like strawberry as he drags it over yours with a hum. âStop trying to make me jealous.â
âIâmâ Iâm not! And âm not grumpy. I just donât want to see you,â you end up breathing out, wrapping your arms instinctively around his broad shoulders when those long fingers start toying with your pussy through the awfully flimsy fabric. âSatoruuu~â
His chuckle is matched with the impatient way he rubs two fingers up and down along your slit, and slides his other hand down your smooth stomach to start peeling it all off. âCall me uncle Satoru, câmon baby. You know what I like.â
You barely have a chance to place your hand over your mouth to keep quiet as he noses your bikini top out of the way to drag his pink tongue languidly over your puffy budâ and those baby blues find you through wispy, white lashes. âUncle âToru, unc-cle âRuâ Youâre gonna get us caught.â He sucks part of it into his mouth and leaves a mean mark with his teeth, before grinning.
cv: incest, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, somewhat subby and pervy Satoru
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your parents were away on vacation for a few weeks, so they left you with your favourite uncle
he was more than happy to agree to take you in
once you were on his doorstep, he gave you the biggest bear hug, pressing his nose into your neck
soon your parents left and you were alone with Satoru, who had already prepared dinner for the two of you
during dinner the two of you talked about all kinds of stuff, but one thing he asked really stuck with you "so, are you single right now?"
when you answered you were, he seemed oddly satisfied, but didn't talk about it any longer
the next morning, when you woke up, you had a bit of a sore throat. You went downstairs to get a glass of water, and he eagerly hugged you and wished you a good morning
of course you hugged your uncle back, letting him pepper kisses to your face
with a soft giggle, you gently pushed him off and he moved behind you, following you into the kitchen
as soon as you drank, he hugged you again, rubbing his half-hard buldge against your butt. As soon as you moaned, he kissed the spot behind your ear
he kept grinding against you, giving you time to pull away, but of course you didn't. You wouldn't wanna disappoint your uncle after all
after a while, he pulled down your pajamas and panties, crouching down. His lips immediately got attached to your dripping pussy and he lapped at it like a starved man
of course he made those obnoxious slurping noises and moaned against your pussy, but that didn't take away from the feeling he gave you
"fuck, sweetie, you taste so damn good... i could cum, just from eating this pussy"
just as you were on the brink of cumming, he pulled away, getting back on his feet. The next thing you knew was that his pants were gone and his cock burried balls-deep inside you
even though it hurt a little, he felt incredible. Rutting into your pussy like a bitch in heat
he seemed so damn desperate to shove his cock into you, empty his load there and keep you with him
with each thrust he moaned, mumbling things about how good you felt
and even though HE was fucking you, you felt like you had the upper hand in this. Your desperate uncle, at your whims alone
Satoru kept thrusting into you, and as you looked back at him, his eyes were rolled back in pleasure and he looked like he was about so salivate
the longer he used your little hole, the harder it was not to cum
but soon that knot snapped, making you cum with quivering legs and breathy moans
and you cumming seemed to be just what he had been waiting for. Quickly he bottomed out and emptied his sticky load deep in your cunt
of course your sweet uncle refused to pull out for the next few moments, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear, kissing your jaw affectionately
the weeks before your parents came back, were surely busy weeks...
Content warning: Dark content! !ncest, unprotected sex, Gender neutral! reader x Satoru, Dub-con
don't know if i forgot anything, but yeah
Having grown up as spoiled as he was, he wasn't used to being told no. So when he once asked your parents to have you as a friend and got told no, he began to develop an unhealthy obsession with getting you
He snuck you into his room to share candy or watch digimon with you, but everytime your parents noticed, they dragged you out
They always said something like "You're just distracting him" or things along the lines of you not being a worthy friend, even if you were literally his sibling
But obviously that didn't stop him
At night he began to come over, getting all handsy because he insisted on sharing your bed. His arms were always snuck around your waist
Until, one time, his hand snuck below the fabric of your clothes and his fingers flicked your nipple.
"Shh, don't want them to hear you, do you? They'd surely punish you, if they found out"
So you kept quiet. With a hand over your mouth, he kept on pinching your nipple. But then his hand slipped down into your underwear
with a squeak you turned to look at him, but he only grinned at you smugly and kept on rubbing your most sensitive spots
If he wasn't so spoiled...
Now you found yourself, in a state of undress, on your back, while Satoru was between your legs, rubbing his throbbing cock against your tight hole
soft whines left hips lips, as he finally pushed in, his mouth forming a cute o shape
At first he wanted to me patient, he really did, but the feeling of you around him was too much to bear, so he began to pound into you with reckless abandon
at this point you were sure, his balls would leave a bruise on your poor ass, with how much they slapped against it, your combined juices making it stick to your skin
He loved it. He loved this. This taboo of finally having you all to himself
Satoru began to moan and whine, all while keeping his hand pressed to your pretty lips, the image burned into his mind
He was so close to climaxing, so he kept on asking if you were close too. But in the end he didn't really care if you were or not, he still came inside of you without waiting
With heavy pants and a smug grin, he then kissed your lips, not even bothering to pull out. His large body then curled back around yours, hugging you from behind as he fell asleep
He surely wouldn't forget this encounter so fast...
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