Forbidden Brotherly Desire (pt 8) END!!
what happens when a cuntboy can't hold back to have you all to himself and use all his save to kidnap and have the best night ever in his life with... YOU?
Top!male reader, yandere cuntboy character, SMUT, nsfw, kidnapping, mutual love?
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- Only Mine, Oni-chan~ -
Veiled Vows
Yuta's resolve hardened like a blade in the dead of night. The tracker app had become a torment, each ping a reminder that Y/N was slipping further into a life without him—classes, friends, whispers of parties where girls might catch his eye. Mia was gone, her blood a stain Yuta had washed away, but the void she left could fill with worse. No, Oni-chan couldn't move on, couldn't start anew. Yuta's plan, sketched in frantic notes over months, surged to life. He slipped out under cover of darkness, heart pounding as he navigated the city's underbelly to the illegal alleyway he'd heard about in hushed online forums—shadowy figures who snatched people for ransom, no questions asked.
The air reeked of garbage and desperation, neon flickering off graffiti walls. Yuta's skirt rode up his thick thighs, his big round ass jiggling with each step, heavy breasts straining against his top, milk already beading at the nipples from the thrill. Danger prickled his skin; these weren't gentle souls. But for Y/N, he'd risk it all. He approached the leader—a burly man with scarred knuckles and a leer that raked over Yuta's body like claws. The man's eyes lingered on the swell of Yuta's chest, dipping to the outline of his plump cunt through the thin fabric, then to the curve of his ass. His cronies flanked him, gazes hungry, stripping Yuta bare in their minds, imagining bending him over right there.
"Need a job done," Yuta said, voice steady despite the tremor in his core. He slid over the details—Y/N's dorm route, class schedule, the tracker's latest ping. Money exchanged hands, crisp bills from Yuta's secret stash, more than enough to buy silence and swift action. The leader pocketed it, smirking as his eyes fucked Yuta one last time. "Pretty thing like you, careful out here. We could take you instead." But greed won; they nodded, vanishing into the shadows with Y/N's photo on their phones. "He's kinda good-looking. who is he to you?" The leader and Yuta walked away after saying one sentence, "My future husband."
Yuta hurried home, pulse racing with triumph. The thought of Y/N bound and brought to him—finally, utterly his—ignited a fire in his belly. He burst into his room, locking the door, and stripped bare. His juicy cunt throbbed, already slick with need, folds puffy and begging. He dove onto the bed, knees spread wide, one hand yanking at his milky tits, pinching nipples until cream squirted in arcs. The other plunged three fingers into his dripping pussy, thrusting hard and deep, walls clenching greedily around the invasion. "Oni-chan… Y/N… you're mine," he moaned, voice breaking into whines like a bitch in heat, hips bucking wildly. His ass slapped against the mattress, juices squirting with each pump, clit grinding against his palm. Fantasies flooded him: Y/N chained, eyes wide, cock hardening as Yuta rode him raw. Orgasm ripped through, pussy spasming, cum gushing over his hand as he screamed Y/N's name, body arching in ecstasy. He collapsed, panting, a smile curling his lips. Soon.
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Across town, Y/N strolled back from a pre-party mingle, the campus lights blurring in his tipsy haze. Mia's lost still haunted him—police calling it unsolved, but the grief lingered like a bruise. To shake it, he'd flirted with a couple girls at the bar, their laughs a distraction, bodies pressing close in promise. Move on, he told himself, shoving hands in his pockets. The night air cooled his flushed skin, dorm just blocks away.
Footsteps echoed behind—subtle at first, two shadows peeling from the crowd. Y/N glanced back, dismissing it as coincidence, paranoia from the booze. But they closed in, paces matching his quicken. Heart kicking up, he broke into a jog, alley cutting through to safety. Just drunks, he rationalized, but instinct screamed danger. He rounded a corner, lungs burning—relief flickered as the dorm lights gleamed ahead.
Crack. Pain exploded at the back of his skull, world tilting black. He crumpled, unconscious before hitting pavement, the kidnappers dragging his limp form into a van.
Y/N stirred to dizziness, head throbbing like a drum. Blinking against soft lamplight, he pushed up on elbows, disoriented. The room… it was a bridal suite from some twisted fairy tale. King-size bed beneath him, draped in white satin sheets for two, rose petals scattered across the floor like confetti from a honeymoon. Vases overflowed with lilies, candles flickering on lace-draped tables. And him? He glanced down—crisp black suit hugging his tall frame, tie knotted perfectly, like a groom ready for vows. Panic surged. "What the fuck?" He bolted upright, scanning for doors, windows—locked, barred with frilly curtains.
His ankle tugged short—a chain, silver and disguised with ribbons, bolted to the bedframe. He yanked, metal clinking, but it held firm. "Help! Someone!" No echo, walls soundproofed in blush pink. Who? Why? Mia's face flashed—had her shady dealings caught up? He scrambled to the door anyway, pounding fists against polished wood.
It swung open mid-bang. There stood… a bride? The dress was sinful, white lace barely containing the figure—massive breasts spilling over the low bodice, nipples hard and visible through sheer fabric, milk dampening the edges. The skirt hiked scandalously high, plump ass cheeks peeking with every shift, and between thick thighs, a juicy cunt glistened openly, lips swollen and bare. The veil framed a face Y/N knew too well, painted with rosy blush and dark lashes.
"Yuta?" Y/N's voice cracked, horror twisting his gut. His little brother—stepbrother—looking like a pornographic vision of a wife. "What the hell is this? Let me out!"
Yuta's eyes lit with manic joy, door clicking shut behind him. Y/N lunged for the gap, but the chain snapped taut, yanking him back. He stumbled, crashing onto the bed. Yuta pounced, pinning him down with surprising strength, knees bracketing Y/N's hips, heavy tits swaying inches from his face. The scent of Yuta's arousal hit—musky, wet, his bare pussy grinding instinctively against Y/N's suited thigh.
"Stop joking, Yuta! This isn't funny—get off!" Y/N bucked, hands shoving at Yuta's shoulders, but the desperation in Yuta's gaze froze him. Tears welled, spilling hot down Yuta's cheeks, smearing mascara.
"It's not a joke, Oni-chan!" Yuta sobbed, body trembling atop him, breasts heaving with each hitch. "I love you. Not like a brother—more. I've always loved you. The calls, the tracker… I couldn't let you go. You're mine." The words tumbled out, dam breaking: the stolen clothes, masturbating to his scent; the wet dreams where Y/N fucked him senseless; killing Mia, her screams silenced for him, to keep rivals away. "I watched you, protected you. No one else can have you. My fantasies… they're dark, Oni-chan. I dreamed of chaining you, riding your cock until you filled my pussy with cum, breeding me so you'd never leave."
Y/N's world shattered. Murder? Tracker? Obsession? Yuta's body pressed so close, heat seeping through fabric, that forbidden memory stirred—nights alone, hand on his cock, imagining Yuta's soft lips, those curves he'd glimpsed accidentally. Shock warred with revulsion, urge to bolt and call cops. But Yuta's tears soaked his shirt, broken whimpers tugging at the protector in him. "Yuta… shit." He wrapped arms around the sobbing form, pulling him close despite the chain's rattle. "Hey, breathe. Everything's gonna be fine. We'll figure this out."
Yuta shook harder, confessions pouring: jealousy over every girl, every laugh that wasn't his; the video calls where he'd cum to Y/N's voice, pussy clenching around fingers. "I can't stop—I need you inside me, owning me-"
Y/N's resolve cracked. To silence the flood, he surged up, capturing Yuta's lips in a deep kiss—rough, claiming, tongue thrusting past parted teeth. Yuta gasped, then melted, kissing back with desperation, nails digging into Y/N's shoulders, hips rolling to rub his slick cunt along Y/N's hardening bulge.
They broke apart panting. Yuta's eyes pleaded, voice a whine. "Fuck me, Oni-chan. Please—breed me, fill my womb with your seed. Make me yours forever."
Y/N's cock strained, the taboo igniting something primal. He flipped them, chain allowing just enough slack, ripping Yuta's dress aside. Those massive tits bounced free, milk leaking in rivulets; Yuta's ass jiggled as Y/N hiked it up, exposing that plump, dripping pussy. "You want this?" Y/N growled, freeing his thick cock, veins pulsing, head nudging Yuta's entrance.
"Yes—fuck! AHh!" Yuta cried as Y/N slammed in, stretching his tight walls to the hilt. No gentleness at first—rough thrusts pounded deep, balls slapping Yuta's ass, cock bullying his g-spot. Yuta's pussy squirted immediately, cream coating Y/N's shaft, tits bouncing wildly as he clawed the sheets. "Hngh! Ah-hah! Harder, Oni-chan—ruin my cunt! Mmh!"
Y/N obliged, gripping Yuta's hips, bruising fingerprints into soft flesh, pistoning until Yuta screamed, orgasm ripping through, walls milking him desperately. Cum flooded Yuta's depths, hot spurts painting his insides, but Y/N didn't stop—pulling out to flip Yuta onto all fours, chain tugging as he re-entered from behind, fucking into that jiggling ass, hand fisting Yuta's hair.
They shifted to gentle then—Y/N slowing, lips trailing Yuta's neck, thrusts languid and deep, "feel good, little one?" grinding against his clit while sucking milk from those swollen nipples, swallowing the sweet flow. Yuta whimpered, riding the waves, pussy fluttering softly around the invading cock. "Yes, Ngh... Love you, oni-chan… so much," he breathed, cumming again in shudders, body arching back.
Rough returned—Y/N pinning Yuta's wrists, pounding relentlessly, sweat-slick skin slapping, Yuta's ass rippling with each impact. "Take it—every drop," Y/N grunted, flooding him anew, cum leaking from Yuta's stuffed pussy. They repeated the cycle through the night: brutal slams shaking the bed, tender grinds building to peaks, Yuta's moans echoing off walls, Y/N's cock never softening, breeding load after load into that fertile heat.
Dawn broke with them entwined, Yuta's belly faintly swollen from the seed, chain forgotten. Y/N held him close, fingers tracing curves. No escape, no police—just them, bound in obsession turned love. They lived happily ever after, Yuta's darkness their secret paradise, bodies locked in endless ecstasy.
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