notes: happy valentine's lovelies! literally almost forgot to post it would have been so sad. this fic was composted. took something old and rotting, used it to grow something new ♡
wc: 2.3k
tw: use of "sissy" as a pet name, fauxcest, reader is SPOILT, fingering, overstim, squirting, praise, implied fucking, implied (consensual) somnophilia
You'd been found next to the twisted bodies of two low end trash beasts on the very outskirts of a no man's land. Your body was a mess of gauged wounds and slashes, bare feet torn to shreds from running over littered ground. The toxins had degraded your lungs, chest raising and falling rapidly like an injured baby bird. Brittle. Delicate.
Enjin had read the report of your retrieval at least a dozen times, wishing he had been there himself. Bro and Dear checked the area thoroughly but there was no way to tell amongst the trash what item was yours, if you'd had a vital instrument. You must have, to have survived on your own, if only barely. Unless someone saved you, only to abandon you in the dirt.
The moment Enjin saw you laying in Bro's arms, bloodied and breaths from death, something in him shifted. Wants, priorities, everything revising around you getting well. On your survival.
He'd taken you in his arms and rushed you to Eishia himself, the old bag too far away for emergent care. It was only a couple hallways away, but it felt like a lifetime. Enjin didn't feel like himself, uncollected, until your trembling fingers twisted in his shirt and suddenly his psyche was the eye of a storm. He'd only gotten one glimpse of your eyes, filled with tears and seeming to be begging him for something before they rolled back, clumped lashes fluttering as you went entirely limp right before the healer pulled you onto a cot in the infirmary and got to work.
He'd sat in the corner of that room for hours that night. Unable to take his eyes off you as you fought to live while he could only watch. He told himself if you woke up, he'd do anything you want.
Sissy. That's what you've asked Enjin to call you once you start talking, weeks after finally waking up. He doubts that's your name, given over time he's heard every one of the cleaners call you something else. He tried to use the other name one time and the resulting guilt from the shattered expression on your face kept him from ever using it again.
Like he'd rejected you. No, like he'd disowned you. As if he'd ever. Now that you're conscious and moving, it's as if you'd sewn yourself to him. Not that he would complain. Enjin hopes you never stop. And let’s face it, you probably won’t.
Not with the way he dotes on you. You'd started out as this petrified little thing that flew into his arms at every sudden noise or movement. You buried yourself in his blankets during trashstorms. Clung to his arm or hand when others spoke to you. He got special permission to put a second bed in his quarters for your rehabilitation but you never finished the night with it, crawling into his arms like you were magnetized to him.
Enjin praised your neediness. Every chance he got. Every whine, every grasping hand, every tear and call of his name was met a coo of approval, a gentle kiss to your forehead, and reassurance that big brother Enjin was there for you and always would be.
Maybe it was selfish. Or symbiotic. All he knows is that when he left your side his skin crawled, and his going away for jobs made you act out. In the beginning he had to take a short sabbatical because you locked yourself in his room and refused meals for the two days he was gone. He started bringing you sweets and giving you more love and attention on his returns and he was finally able to start work again.
You've long since stopped being terrified of everyone and everything, settling nicely into the cleaners HQ, but when the boss asked if you were ready for your own room, the answer was always no. Even if Corvus eventually stopped taking that for an answer and moved your belongings.
His constant doting has turned you into this cute, docile, little princess who needs to be taken care of constantly and Enjin loves it. He loves how dependent you’ve grown. He loves that you hate being in rooms by yourself, how easily you get lonely. He loves that you’re scared of the dark, that you always ask for help carrying things, that you always want him to do things for you. It means you’ll always need him; it means you’re always seeking him out; it means you’re always coming into your so-called brother's room at times you absolutely should not be.
Tonight is no different. After midnight, like clockwork, you push his bedroom door open and pad in quietly. You don’t knock, you don’t ask—Enjin has never told you no—walking right up his bed and sliding under his covers.
His grin is covered by the darkness as you lay on his chest, tucking yourself under his chin, and he wraps his arms around you automatically.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“Didn’t wanna sleep alone.” He can feel your pout against his chest, warm fingers tracing your favorite line down his tattoos. Enjin never sleeps with a shirt on, too keen on feeling as much of you as possible.
Enjin decides to tease you, toying with the edge of your shorts as he plays dumb. “That’s all? Just get comfy then.”
You sit up with a small huff, taking the blanket with you. He sits up, eyes raking over your sleepwear, his grin sharpening before laying back down, his hands clasped behind his head as he takes you in.
The majority of your clothes are odds and ends. Hand me downs donated from everyone at HQ once it became clear that you were staying. But not these. This soft, raggedy t-shirt was something he saw when he was in town and brought back just for you.
It's become a pattern lately; you always wear it when you're looking for his praise, trying to butter him up.
“En,” you whine, pout deepening as you look away. “You already know!”
“Come on, sissy. You know I just want to hear you say it,” Enjin laughs. “Please, you know it makes me happy.”
Cheeks warming at the title you look anywhere but him and continue to whine. The sound already has the blood rushing to his cock, slowly swelling to life. “But it’s embarrassing!”
It must be embarrassing. His little darling sister can’t sleep because she’s too horny, and she can’t come without his help. It's become one of Enjin’s many delights in life.
“It’ll get you what you want faster,” he coos. “Five little words. That’s all it’ll take.”
Enjin’s eyes flick down to see your lip pulled cutely between your teeth as you hesitate, waiting patiently because he knows you’re too used to being babied not to listen to him. You need him to take care of you after all.
“Please… make me come, En-nii.” You try to bury your head in his shoulder again but Enjin doesn’t let you, quickly pinning you to the bed beneath him. You know he’s always been stronger than you, but the press of embarrassment has you struggling, wanting to hide your burning face from Enjin's pleased grin.
“Aw, but you’re so cute, sissy. Don’t hide from me,” he almost sings. He hooks his fingers in your waistband and starts to slip them down your legs, his pulse spiking when he finds you without panties, juices already glistening on your folds. They’re all swollen and puffy. Enjin tuts. Poor thing, you must’ve tried really hard before giving up and coming to his room.
His golden eyes soften a fraction, but they’re no less molten; burning with desire, half-lidded and hungry. That look has you relaxing, knowing En will take care of you like he always does.
He traps one of your legs between his own as he shifts onto his side next to you, his fingers slipping down to tease your soaked slit. You moan softly as he pulls your shirt up so he has access to your tits, immediately tracing one with his tongue, teasing the perky bud with the ball of his piercing before sucking it into his mouth. Your soft sounds grow louder as he kneads one palm, his other hand teasing open your slit with a couple fingers, only the pads of his fingers dipping in and out of your willing hole.
“Please,” you whimper, gentle squirming resuming as he starts to play with your clit. Enjin’s teeth graze your nipple, drawing a tiny gasp from you that devolves into a moan as he pulls it into his mouth eagerly.
The little sound draws a small chuckle from him, and he lets your tit pop from his mouth with a wet smack. Then he leans to capture your lips with his. “Let big brother take care of you. Relax,” he murmurs, kissing you lazily. “I wanna enjoy this.”
You kiss him impatiently, looking for a distraction from the featherlight touches on your clit that are sending warm little shocks across your body but aren’t pushing towards the high you desperately crave. Nipping his lower lip, you try to coax him to kiss you deeper, wanting to taste his tongue, but he smirks and pulls back.
“Nuh uh, let all those pretty sounds out for me. I want to hear you.”
A petulant protest is buzzing on the tip of your tongue—that he needs to make you feel good if he wants to hear you—but it dies in your throat before it can even split the air, strangled by the breathy keen torn from your lips as Enjin finally pushes a finger in you. It’s quickly accompanied by another, his wrist twisting as he reaches for that spot he knows like the back of his hand by now.
You can feel yourself gushing around his fingers, moaning and whining as he pumps them in and out of you, shuddering as he adds a third. He knows your body so well, better than you even know yourself. He's the one who helped you learn what feels best—way better than humping your pillow at night.
“Wait!"
“I thought you wanted to come.” His delighted teasing reaches your ears. You yelp when his thumb finds your clit again, your body hurtling towards an orgasm fast after edging yourself for so long. It feels much stronger because of it, less gentle. Like a beast coming to consume you. You cling to Enjin as pleasure courses through you, relentless.
A low groan rumbles in his chest as your pussy contracts rhythmically and creams around his fingers, still steadily curling them inside you as each wave of pleasure has you mewling and trembling. He can't help but grind against your thigh, listening to you cry his name so sweetly, wishing you were gushing all over his cock instead; Enjin has learned how to be a good brother since you claimed him. He'll always put you first and make sure you're thoroughly taken care of before himself—that's why his fingers aren't stopping.
A high-pitched whimper slips from your lips when Enjin keeps going, eyes flying wide open when you recognize the curl-and-press pattern against that rough patch of your inner wall, the insistent drag and grind.
"Enj—wait, mmngh—m-mess, 'm gonna make a mess—"
"'S fine. We'll go sleep in your bed," Enjin mutters, panting slightly. You look so fucking pretty; he can't take his eyes off of you. Your pretty eyes, glassy and unfocused; your pretty face, scrunched up with pleasure; your pretty body, warm and soft and pressed all up on him. He'll never get enough. He can't even bring himself to lean down to kiss you, not wanting to miss a second.
It doesn't take long until you're coming again with a strangled cry. Your body twitches with the beginnings of burning oversensitivity, but he's still not stopping. He makes you finish a third time and you don't know if you even want him to stop; your limbs feel like jelly but your core muscles are on fire, tensing and coiling as he builds you up to another impossible edge.
"Oh god!"
His fingers are relentlessly milking that one spot as his thumb remains vigilant on your clit, not rubbing, but maintaining a pleasurable pressure, your legs kicking helplessly as he rhythmically presses harder every now and then.
"You know what I'm trying for. I'll give you a break as soon as you let go for me, sissy."
It's the playful admonishment flavoring the name that has you rocketing over the edge, soaking his fingers with clear liquid, getting it all over both your legs tangled together, soaking into his bedding and mattress. You wail through the orgasm, not caring how loud you're being as Enjin hushes you and murmurs soft praises, telling you how much he loves you and how he knew you could do it.
Exhausted, your body relaxes against the bed as Enjin pulls his fingers from your pussy with a slick sound. You don't see the way he sucks them into his mouth with a satisfied smile, your eyes fluttering closed.
You don't remember the return trip to your own bedroom, but you hazily open your eyes when you feel the plush of your favorite duvet cover to see your brother hovering over you. Enjin carefully hooks one of your legs around his waist as he slides his cock through your soaked folds to gather your juices.
You mumble soft incoherencies, blinking up at him slowly. You want to make him feel good too, but you're so tired. Sleep is calling your name—just like Enjin is.
"Shh, it's alright, sweet baby. I'll go gentle so you can sleep, okay?" He kisses your forehead, slowly pushing into cunt with a low moan.
You sigh happily. The last thing you remember feeling is how comfortably full you feel stuffed with Enjin's cock, the slow rocking of the bed coaxing you off to sleep.
The StarCrow x Reader threesome brainworms are here! NSFW summary and content warning under cut. Tag: @lelilynn hope you enjoy 🥰
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Length: 4,095 words
Ship: You/Reader/MC x StarCrow, POV is female. Reader has MC's Resonance Evol, but otherwise this has little to do with the canonverse lol.
Content tags: Implied OT6 Polycule, Xavier is a bunny-hybrid, Sylus is a dragon-hybrid, Threesome - F/M/M, Bottom Xavier, Top Sylus, implied vers/switch dynamics in the polycule, multiple orgasms, anal and vaginal sex, animal-hybrids' mating cycles, unrealistic sex, Reader lays on the cuck-side of the bed for a while, canon(-adjacent) petnames used all around
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Genes of powerful hybrids ran in Xavier’s family, so it hadn’t been a surprise when the doctor had announced that the boy would grow up to be a hybrid himself. The CEO of Philo Inc. had excitedly consulted various experts and had his firstborn’s fortune told numerous times, and each time he had been told that the boy would grow up to be a strong, fierce leader. A tiger or a wolf most likely, fit to represent the billion-dollar company like generations of men had before him.
Xavier himself had minded little when on his 16th birthday he had woken up with a pair of long ears and a fluffy tail. His countless hours of physical training under private instructors or his straight-A record from his elite boarding school hadn’t been affected by his newly found identity in the slightest. His classmates would certainly have liked to knock him down a peg or dozen, but each of them had found out quite fast that their own beastly genes alone were no match for years of discipline and hard work.
But no matter how many classmates Xavier proved wrong, it was never enough for his father. By his 18th birthday Xavier had had enough of the disappointed look in his father’s eyes, and instead of opting for a plastic surgery his parents had oh-so-subtly hinted at, Xavier left his family home and never looked back. If his family wouldn’t accept him, he would find people who did.
To say his wish had been granted would have been an understatement.
”Xa- Xavier, ahh—”
Xavier grits his teeth as he tightens his fist in your hair. His other hand on your hip is struggling to keep its hold on your sweat-slicked skin as he fucks into you. He lowers his head to mouth your neck as he feels you getting closer to your third orgasm, and you whine as his cock presses ever deeper into you. The smell of your vanilla body lotion makes him heady, and he can’t help nipping at your warm skin as he pushes the both of you closer to the edge.
”That’s it, Starlight,” he says and winds his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly close, ”say my name, louder ”. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you comply, his name escaping your lips in a pitiful whine.
The slapping of skin against skin gets even louder. Mixture of his earlier releases and your own essence escapes your womb and gathers around your entrance, a sight so filthy it would surely make Xavier cum on the spot if he had the willpower to peel himself off your back. Yet he merely cradles you tighter, pushing your face against the mattress as his shallow trusts bully your sweet spot almost torturously fast.
Him turning out to be a bunny-hybrid instead of a fierce predator had had little effect on his intellect or his combat abilities, but once he had found his pack, someone to share his intimacy with, Xavier had discovered that there were indeed aspects of his nature that separated him from the others.
Such as the call of the breeding season, or his rut , with all its perks and drawbacks.
The perks? Seemingly infinite stamina with no refractory period whatsoever.
”Going to fill you up again Starlight, can you feel it?”. You instinctively tighten around him, every muscle tensing in anticipation.
”That’s my girl, taking me so well. You are so full of my cum already, aren’t you?” Xavier caresses your stomach with tenderness that doesn’t match the brutal pace of his hips, and as he presses down on your womb you feel cum gushing out of your pussy, adding onto the mess between both of your hips.
”F-fuck, Xavier, so close, don’t stop, please .” You begin to shake, and Xavier slips his hand downwards, teases your oversensitive clit as he bites down on your neck. His cock pulses deep inside you, and soon you feel the warmth of his cum filling you up again. You sob against the mattress as another orgasm is wrenched from your body, leaving you boneless and out of breath under your lover.
When Xavier and you first met he couldn’t believe a person like you could exist: a human with Resonance Evol that she had harnessed to harmonize with all manner of different hybrids. Ever the persistent mediator, your goal originally had been mastering the art of conflict resolution between humans and hybrids, something you had been diligently studying in the university where Xavier met you. However, as him and the rest of your pack had found out, your Evol had also made you more… receptive and durable than the average human. Shared among half-human hybrids and one merman you weren’t much phased by their intense and often physically intimidating mating habits.
But the drawbacks of Xavier’s rut were the same as its perks, and thus even your enhanced capabilities had their limit.
Xavier kisses along your neck and spine as he pulls out, earning him a tired mewl in response. He sits up and rubs your butt gently as he watches his release slowly spill out of your swollen pussy. He isn’t the gentlest lover on an average day, and his rut makes him downright feral. The sight of you being stuffed to the brim with his cum doesn’t exactly help with his self-control, either.
Xavier pushes his thumb into your sopping cunt and licks his lips as more white spills out, trailing along your shivering skin. His cock twitches against his thigh, and he almost absent-mindedly starts stroking himself. His thumb pushes further into you, and that is enough for you to snap out of your post-orgasmic bliss.
”Twinkle twinkle,” you groan and shift your hips away. Xavier instantly pulls his thumb out at the sound of your safeword and lays his palm on your butt instead.
”Sorry princess,” he murmurs. You curl up on your side and lay your own hand upon his.
”It’s okay Xavi. Would if I could,” you smile tiredly at him. ”It makes me sad too to see you like this and not be able to help you.”
Despite the lack of stimulation Xavier’s cock is again fully hard, a sticky mess against his muscular leg. Xavier keeps running his hand up and down the shaft, but he knows it’s a futile effort. Once he is deep into his rut he can’t truly be satisfied by anyone else but you, and your packmates.
Your packmates such as the hulking giant of a dragon-hybrid, who now knocks on the bedroom door before entering with two glasses of water.
”Sounded like you two are finished,” Sylus says with a lazy smile as he walks up to the bed. You thank him for the water and gulp it down greedily. Sylus hands the other glass to Xavier, who thanks him while avoiding meeting his gaze head on. Sylus isn’t deterred and instead lets his gaze roam over both your naked forms, unabashedly enjoying the erotic mess you have made of one another.
”How are you doing?” Sylus asks as you hand the glass back to him.
”Blissful, as always,” you sigh and flop back onto the mattress, ”but I don’t think I can continue further. Even if…” you trail off and turn to look at Xavier again. Xavier’s eyes are fixed upon you in favor of ignoring Sylus, who is looking amused by the bunny-hybrid's predicament.
”Rut still hasn’t gotten easier for our bunny? You should be lucky yours only last for a couple of days, unlike our mermaid’s heat cycle.”
Xavier finally turns to Sylus to cast him a withering look, but his resolve crumbles embarrassingly easy as he lays his eyes on his taller lover. Sylus is wearing nothing but a black silk bathrobe and matching black underwear, both of which do nothing to hide the outline of his arousal. His long tail swings lazily behind him, and his black horns shine in the dim mood-lighting of the bedroom.
Dragon-hybrids are notoriously possessive and territorial, and Sylus is no exception. His self-control in terms of sex is par none, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t struggling with the scent of desire that now permeates half of their shared home, courtesy of Xavier’s rut.
Sylus bends down at the waist to meet Xavier’s gaze head on. He takes the empty glass from the blonde and then places his index finger under Xavier’s chin, lifting up ever so slightly.
”Do you need my help, bunny?”
Xavier’s first instinct is to deny Sylus. Getting intimate with you had been easy since the beginning: they all had been borderline obsessed with you, so desperate for your affections that they had been willing to share you for it hadn’t been an option to stay away either. Getting intimate with each other had been, well, a bit more complicated. Even with your Resonance Evol there had been many boundaries to agree upon and many difficult discussions to endure before they had settled into this beautiful mess of a pack dynamic. A dynamic where you were the absolute leader, whether you realized it or not.
The rest of the hierarchy shifted as fluidly as sand in an hourglass, molded by their respective heats, ruts and other hormonal cycles as well as countless other factors. And it just so happened that Xavier naturally gravitated toward the more dominant role in the bedroom, with you but also with his other packmates. He liked to think that his background played no part in this, but the way his sharp, silent commands and muscles honed to perfection kept you in a short leash begged to differ.
He wasn’t overcompensating, that much was certain. It was just… easier to hold the reins himself most of the time. This rut was not one of those times.
You grin as you push yourself backwards on the bed, making more room for the men. Neither of them seem to notice as Xavier slowly sits upright and Sylus places one knee on the bed. Xavier’s chest rises and falls in sync with his deep breaths, and his cock bounces against his taut stomach. Sylus’ red eyes are fixed on him, dark with lust and affection, and his tail slithers onto the bed and around Xavier’s hip.
”You need to use your words, Xavier,” Sylus drawls as he plays with the knot of his bathrobe. Xavier’s eyes dart up and down the dragon-hybrid’s body as his self-restraint fights a losing battle. Sylus’ tail slides up Xavier’s spine, and the blonde draws a shuddering breath before swallowing harshly.
”Please,” he finally says, ”I need…more.”
Sylus’ grin widens and his pupils blow out until his irises turn completely black.
”Present yourself to me,” Sylus demands as he opens the knot of his robe and shrugs it off.
A strangled moan escapes from Xavier who falls onto his back and hooks a hand behind his thigh, spreading himself before Sylus. Sylus’ chuckles rumble in his chest as he strokes himself through his underwear, praising his lover in a hushed tone.
You sigh happily as you feast your eyes on their perfect forms. Your own arousal tingles in your belly, faint but painfully insistent. You are never left wanting in bed, and precisely because of that it is rare for you to just watch your packmates without really participating. Even more rare is to see Xavier being stalked like the prey-animal his genes determined he should be, something that would be concerning if it was anyone other than your mutual packmate doing the stalking.
Sylus bends down to open the drawer of the bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube from there before climbing onto the bed with Xavier. The blond man waits for Sylus’ next move, his impatience betrayed by his darting eyes and shallow breathing. Sylus coats two fingers in lube and grabs Xavier’s raised leg by the ankle with his free hand.
”Has it been a long time?” he asks as he circles Xavier’s hole. Xavier sucks in a breath through his teeth and nods. Sylus focuses his eyes on Xavier’s face and slowly pushes one finger inside.
”Breathe, bunny.”
Immediately Xavier’s eyes screw shut, and he starts breathing slow and heavy. His hands fist around the sheets, not sure where to grab onto. Sylus turns to you and nods towards Xavier with a smile.
”You can help him relax, sweetie. Soon he will get impatient and start to demand I fuck him only half-prepped.”
Xavier opens his eyes ready to retort the dragon-hybrid's words but is cut off by Sylus’ finger curling into his prostrate. Xavier lets out an uncharacteristic ’fuck’ and Sylus adds a second finger as Xavier is distracted. You scoot over to Xavier’s side and stroke his stomach, easing the tension that’s built up there. As you feel him relaxing under your touch, you trail lower and curl your hand around Xavier’s cock. He throws his arm over his eyes and whines, and his other hand reaches for your head that slowly lowers onto his swollen member. You taste your combined essences on him, a strong and addicting flavor that you crave more the deeper into your mouth you take him.
You hear rather than see Sylus add a third finger as Xavier’s whines turn into incoherent babbling. You push down at the root of his cock as Sylus fingers him with increasing speed, and soon you feel his cock swelling in your mouth.
”Already?” Sylus hums as Xavier tightens around his fingers, the mean undertone in his words only pushing Xavier closer to his climax. ”Better hope this isn’t the last one you are giving me.”
You are lucky you have learned the telltale signs of your lovers’ impeding orgasms as Xavier’s hits him like a freight train with you pulling back at the last possible moment as not to choke. Still it fills up your mouth and escapes down onto your chin as you gasp for air. Sylus releases Xavier’s leg to grab your head and pulls you in for a messy kiss, taking his share of Xavier’s cum. When you part his lips are glossy and tainted white.
”You taste heavenly, little princeling.”
Usually the term makes Xavier bristle, but now he barely has the mental capacity to rise onto his forearms to catch his breath before his arousal is stirred up again. Sylus slips his fingers out of Xavier and hooks them under the waistband of his own underwear.
”Safeword?”
Xavier shakes his head, and Sylus takes it as a permission to continue. He slides down his underwear and his cock slaps almost violently back up to his abdomen. Its dark, hard skin matches Sylus’ horns, and its girth is the inspiration of the many fantasy dildos you owned before you experienced the real thing. You sigh wistfully at the sight even as the dull throb of your pussy reminds you that you have had your share for tonight.
”I’m so jealous, Xavi,” you whine playfully as you scratch your blond lover at the root of his furry ears, ”when Sylus fucks me it feels like he’s reaching my soul with that cock.”
Because while all your lovers are more than well-endowed, Sylus has always been in a league of his own. You all know he is endlessly gentle and patient when making love to you, but it’s still always intimidating to see him in his full glory. And despite of that Xavier crawls towards him on all fours without hesitation.
”You sure about this bunny?” Sylus asks as Xavier lolls his tongue out and places kitten licks on the reddish tip. Sylus’ cock feels white-hot on Xavier’s tongue, courtesy of the dragonblood pumping through his veins. Xavier ignores Sylus’ question and closes his eyes, lips wrapping around the cockhead as he lets his mind turn on the autopilot.
Sylus sighs and pets Xavier’s head while you coo praises into the bunny-hybrid’s ear, scratching it again in a way that you know makes Xavier’s cheeks heat up. Sylus’ tail coils behind Xavier, and the hard scaly tip rubs against Xavier’s hole, making him whine around Sylus.
When Sylus decides the smaller man has had his fun and pulls Xavier off his cock, he is met with a gaze of cloudy azure blue, beautifully accentuated by the rosy cheeks underneath. Sylus taps his cock once more on Xavier’s lips and tightens his hold on Xavier’s hair enough to make his lover focus.
”On all fours. Place a pillow under yourself.”
The reality settles in again and Xavier blushes dark crimson as he hesitates for a moment. Sylus raises a single eyebrow at him and you tsk in mock disappointment.
”I thought that was your favorite position, Xavi.”
It is, and that’s why he knows just how deep inside you he can reach. Xavier is painfully hard, but he can’t help his limbs from shaking as he moves into position. You brush the blond strands from his face and stroke his lips with your thumb.
”You know Sylus won’t hurt you, right?”
To emphasize the same point Sylus bends over Xavier, his cock resting on Xavier’s rear, and turns Xavier’s face gently towards him for a kiss. On instinct Xavier ruts against Sylus, his small tail perking upwards to give even half an inch more room for the dragon-hybrid to mount him. Sylus winds his arm around Xavier’s upper chest and nuzzles his neck, much like Xavier had done to you earlier.
”Relax for me, love.” And then he starts to push in.
You swallow Xavier’s moans and hiccups with your mouth and rub his scalp as Sylus sinks in inch by inch. His replaces his arm around Xavier’s chest with his tail and spreads Xavier’s ass cheeks wider apart with his hands. He watches in silent awe as his blond lover takes him in, stretching to his limit. Soon it is impossible for Sylus not to rub against Xavier’s prostrate, and the bunny-hybrid starts rocking his hips against the pillow.
”He’s in so deep, princess,” Xavier gasps against your lips. ”I’m—I’m gonna…”
”Not yet Xavi, he isn’t even all the way in yet,” you tell him and wipe away a stray tear from his cheek. ”You are doing so well for Sylus, such a sweet little bunny.”
Xavier keens from the praise as Sylus finally bottoms out. Sylus growls as he lowers himself flush against Xavier’s back. He starts to rock back and forth minutely, and you release your hold on Xavier, giving him another pillow to hug as Sylus’ weight pushes his upper body down into a mean bend.
”Such a tight little bunny,” Sylus groans as he places his other hand onto the nape of Xavier’s neck, ”so hot, so perfect. Tell me, will this be enough to satisfy your rut?”
Sylus punctuates the question with sharp, shallow thrusts that make Xavier sob into the pillow. His legs keep trying to spread more apart, his poor tail shakes as his body struggles to accommodate all of the cock he is given. He feels so full , so complete, so---
Then Sylus’ hand tightens around his neck, and the next thrust on his prostate makes stars explode in Xavier’s vision. His comes into the pillow below without a warning, his body jerking violently. Sylus grits his teeth as Xavier tightens around him, keen on making him cum on the spot as well. Sylus slows down his pace but doesn’t stop completely. Instead straightens up onto his knees and pulls Xaviers hips flush against his, making his lover scramble for purchase with his forearms.
”Not enough,” Sylus rasps, ”how many times you made her come tonight? Four?”
”Only three,” you muse as you lean back against the headboard, enjoying the show your lovers are putting on for you, ”but maybe you should aim to top that.”
Xavier shakes his head but makes no move to wriggle away from Sylus, nor does he utter a single coherent sound as Sylus picks up his pace. He holds Xavier under him like Xavier had done to you, his massive frame towering over the bunny-hybrid who can do nothing more than take, take and take. True to his word Sylus doesn’t stop when Xavier comes for the third time, completely untouched and drooling onto the pillows. He does pull his blond lover up against his chest, holding Xavier up and open with his tail and other arms, while his free hand cradles Xavier’s jaw.
Your arousal comes back with vengeance as you gaze upon Xavier’s wrecked state, his poor cock still half-hard as his eyes struggle to remain open. Sylus pushes his thumb into Xavier’s open mouth and the blond sucks on it with a pitiful whine.
”Has our bunny finally been fucked silly, hmm?” Sylus chuckles breathlessly as he tries to fend off his own inevitable orgasm. Xavier has loosened around him and is beautifully compliant when Sylus kisses him. Sylus delights in the small ‘ah-ah’ sounds that Xavier makes as his prostrate is mercilessly bullied by the inhuman cock.
As Sylus ends the kiss he notices you writhing in your place, and sighs as he sees you pleasing yourself with your fingers. Xavier must see it too, as he licks his lips and whines in a high pitch only reserved for his ruts.
”How about next time you think ahead, and ask one of us to join you from the start. Wouldn’t it feel good to be taken at the same time as you take her? Or maybe you’d prefer for her to sit on your pretty face as my fingers force orgasm after orgasm out of you.”
Xavier exhales an expletive and nods furiously, not really caring what he’s agreeing to. Sylus knows his words have hit the spot as his lover starts to tighten once more around his cock. You call out both their names as you speed up your fingers to sync up with Sylus’ thrusts, feeling just as aroused by his words as Xavier is.
”Come for us, Xavi, you know you want to, let me see your face when you come,” you coax, and Sylus finally wraps his large hand around Xavier’s cock.
”I will fill you up like you filled her. You’ll be dripping cum well into next day, long enough for the others to notice. Do you want them to notice, love? Would you like the attention?”
The sinful words from both his lovers make Xavier’s head spin and he trashes in Sylus’ hold, his body protesting the overstimulation as his climax inevitably grows closer. He can’t breathe properly, he can’t think straight, and yet he wants more, wants everything his lovers ever offer to him.
”Yes, Sylus, princess, please —I’ll do anything, please…”
His words make no sense to anyone but him, but Sylus rewards him nonetheless by pumping Xavier’s cock tightly and biting into the junction of his neck. The world grows dark and then white-hot as Xavier cums for the last time, screaming hoarsely as Sylus and you follow close behind. Sylus thrusts into Xavier twice more before stilling, and despite being impossibly deep inside there isn’t nearly enough room for all the cum Sylus spills into Xavier. The thick white liquid gushes out from around Sylus’ barely softened cock and slides down Xavier’s thighs, making him almost as wet as you are.
”Beautiful,” Sylus whispers against Xavier’s soft hair and gently slides out of him while pressing kisses onto his lover’s temple. Xavier grabs one of Sylus’ horns for leverage as he kisses the other man back before collapsing next to you on the bed. As you wait for Sylus to bring you towels and a water bottle, you stroke Xavier’s face and watch as his tired body finally settles down.
After Sylus returns you gingerly clean your exhausted lover as well as you can, although the sheets prove to be a lost cause. You toss the towels onto the floor and lay behind Xavier’s back while Sylus faces him, curling his tail around both his lovers.
”Everything alright, Xavier?” you ask and as Xavier nods, you reward him with kisses on his shoulder blades.
”Blissful,” he murmurs and smiles weakly before drifting off to sleep. You know that tomorrow Xavier will be his aloof self again, acting like he was never fucked within the inch of his life, but the way he grasps Sylus’ hand in his sleep reassures you that if anything has changed between you three, it has been for the better.
That’s the rule every child in the fairly large village of Grathe learns as soon as they are old enough to understand what it means. Legend is afraid of water and that is why stories about her are always told in ponds, in lakes, in that place near The River’s waterfall where the water lightly sprinkles your face and, if the storyteller is one of the village's elders, they might even sit in the ceremonial bathtub.
Everyone in the village has at least one story to tell about an idea that was stolen by Legend. The teacher may tell you about that time he had a great idea for an intriguing and meaningful lesson during his daily run, only to have it snatched as soon as he dried the sweat off his forehead. The researcher will mourn the loss of the brilliant idea she had when the sprinklers of the university’s lawn drenched her when she came to the lab earlier this one time, an idea that could’ve brought her so far in her research but was gone as soon as she changed out of her wet clothes so she would not ruin any expensive equipment by getting it wet.
And the writer? Well, the writer has countless stories of walking out of the shower and forgetting their next story idea. The writer has countless stories about being left with nothing but a single thread of what was once a colorful fabric. The writer has countless stories of feeling a hollow place in your head and not knowing what was there, of yearning for an unknown thought, of searching for an almost-memory and finding darkness where there once was light.
The writer knows best what it means to lose an idea. it’s like losing a spouse to another, they’d say, it’s like losing the thing closest to your heart and knowing that it’s never coming back. it’s never coming back because Legend has it.
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Invictus Quarterly Magazine: The Complete Series by AURELIA LEO
Mikael Kaiser was born with hands built to conquer.
He was born to conquer people and land, to triumph over anything he sets his sights on. His blood races at the prospect of challenge and he's exhilarated to enter new battles.
Unfortunately in today's time, there's no wars left to be won. All land is owned, there's no one for him subject and build a kingdom upon. The world he itches to own, forever beyond his reach.
So everything he does is with an unmatched focus. His career. His relationship. Exercise. Even when making an attempt to relax, his eyes burn. He can't help it. A king without a kingdom to rule is a mad one. Unhinged. His conquering hands shake with a snaking itch that has no relief. And Kaiser has learned to live with that.
But now he needs the shaking to stop. It has to stop. It must. It has to.
Because something this precious needs more than shaking hands. Deserves more. Deserves something steadfast and softer than his conquering hands.
Everything is shaking now. His hands. His voice. His heart.
"Am— Am I doing this right?" Mikael tears his eyes away to look at you, somehow still glowing in your exhaustion.
Your tired eyes look over to where he sits, and your smile relaxes him as you nod, if only somewhat. Even scared, your husband seems capable of doing no wrong. The Mikael you know has never appeared scared a day in his life, and the way he's looking at you now as he cradles his newborn to his chest openly reveals that your husband is terrified. Earnest, wide-eyed and unsure of himself, his jagged hair unkempt, dark circles and sweat beading on his temples as he gently clutches the bundled babe closer with every shift made. Endearingly tiny against his larger form, this view was worth every hour of labor, every night of back pain, every passing week of uncertainty. Your smile only grows.
Reassured, he looks back down at the little version of him and you. He always knew holding the world in his hands would be an unmatched thrill. He just never knew it would introduce him to fear.
A good fear. The best kind of fear. The kind that transforms his conquering hands into benevolent ones. Into hands that could build and grow a whole new world instead.
notes: @gojodad this isn't *quite* the fic I had in mind for "daddy" (funny bc the other is still toji hah) but it's in there and ough i just really really needed this today. this was the first fic I ever wrote for these characters by the way 🤧
wc: 3k
tw: incest, sloppy seconds, little bit of voyeurism(?), mutual pine, daddy on the side, "dry" humping, cumshot, overstim
There's this old saying, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Megumi thought it was a stupid saying. As far as he was concerned, he would fall as far as he damn well pleased. He had dedicated so much effort, so much time in making sure he fell as far as he possibly could.
Toji, his father, the word alone like acid on his tongue, was a despicable man with his own set of morals that Megumi just found distasteful. He was a greedy man, selfish, self-serving. Megumi hated him.
But right now it wasn't his father that he hated most. Right now Megumi most despised himself, because he was being exactly the same. Greedy, selfish, self-serving as he leaned against his bedroom wall that he shared with his baby sister, painfully hard as he listened to your moans. He could tell you were trying to be quiet, he could hear the strain in your voice, in your arousing, hiccuping cries.
Megumi groans. He can't stand this. He's tired of simply listening. He wants to see you, to touch you. Megumi wants you for his own and he loathes himself for it. It's wrong, it's sick, but this twisted desire has taken over his every waking thought since the moment you'd told him you'd started having sex.
It hadn't been long after your twentieth. You'd approached him, so shy and bashful, yet proud to admit that you'd finally “truly entered adulthood”. He's not sure why you saw fit to tell him that you'd given away your virginity, but the moment you had… it changed everything.
He winces, self control wavering, as your noises got louder, more desperate. Megumi could hear you clearly now and that's all he can take. He’d been listening for nearly a half hour, so equal parts guilty and eager he frees his throbbing cock and wraps a hand around it, already stroking quickly. Megumi closes his eyes and focuses on your voice as he works his hand.
"Th-there! Right there please! Mnnff—"
As a deeper voice rumbled out a muffled response, Megumi desperately wished that it was his voice that was responding to you, because then it would be his cock buried in your warmth instead. It would be him that you were begging for.
“Fuck.” Megumi mumbled under his breath, grip tightening as your wail pierces the air.
“I came! I came Daddy I already came! Too much!”
Daddy? That was hot. He muffled a groan behind his fist, his cock aching with pure jealousy. His hand was just not cutting it here. Megumi wanted to feel you, your pretty lips, what he imagined your pretty little pussy felt like. He had no doubt that you would feel amazing, his perfect little sister.
He slipped his sweats back up, abandoning the weight between his legs knowing he could never satisfy this twisted desire with self pleasure alone. Megumi knew he needed to stop entertaining the idea of fucking his sister but he didn’t know how. He made his way to the kitchen, pacing and slamming back a glass of cold water in hopes of tempering the festering heat inside of him. It helps, if only a little, and Megumi wanders slowly back up the stairs to his room only to freeze at the top of the stairs as his dad slips out of your room with rumpled clothes and messy hair. The older man froze a little before relaxing forcibly, settling his face into easy nonchalance.
“Oh, Megumi. Didn’t know you were home today, thought you were on a job.
“Reassigned.” Megumi says curtly, a hot glow beginning to barrel its way through his chest as Toji smirks at him sheepishly. “I just checked on your sister and it seems she's got a bit of a fever, I think we should let her rest. Try to keep it down alright?”
“Right.” He grit his teeth at the paltry excuse, but nodded as Toji slipped past him on the stairs. Megumi waited a moment until he heard the living room TV turn on before quietly opening your bedroom door and padding inside.
He found your sprawled out on your stomach in bed, deep breaths indicating that you were indeed fast asleep. The bed dipped under his weight as he sat on the edge, running a hand lightly up your thigh. He wasn’t trying to wake you, but nor was he making any efforts to let you sleep. You’d wake up on your own time, but until then Megumi was simply trying to process. Who was he more angry with? His asshole dad for stealing your purity, or you for letting him?
All you were wearing was a faded t-shirt that was much too big for you, and with a pang Megumi recognized it as one of his own hand me downs. He gently slipped it over the curve of your ass, gulping when he found you bare —Not even panties to shield your modesty. He was guiltily admiring your form, running his hands over the curve of your backside, feeling your soft skin so warm under his hands until you shifted a little and your thighs spread just enough for him to see your glistening folds. He caught sight of the creamy fluids dripping from your exposed pussy, and Megumi’s breath caught in his throat as anger and jealousy battled for dominance, trying to bottle it as he nudged you awake.
“Mmm wha’?” You mumble drowsily, sounding all for the world like you were waking up in the morning and not from a mid-afternoon fuck courtesty of your father. It's impossible for Megumi to stay mad when you sound so cute, his fiery pulse dampening when you squeak and try to cover yourself with your colorful comforter. “Gumi—what’re you doing, don’t look!”
"You don't want me to look? You sure don't mind letting me listen, or making sure I know you're not as innocent as you seem." His hard stare makes you squirm.
"I—That's—" You stammer, flushing and turning your head away.
"That is what you wanted?" He swallows, fingers twitching as he fights the urge to pin you to bed this second. Shouldn't be doing this shouldn't be doing this shouldn't be doing this. The chant is echoing in Megumi's head, he wants—needs to hear you say it. "You wanted me? So why—"
"Daddy said it isn't wrong!" You wail out, misunderstanding both his tone and his intent. Megumi instantly lurches forward with a finger on his lips to warn you to be quiet. He didn't want Toji coming back upstairs. You continue more softly, but your shoulders shake as your words break on little sobs. "He said it's fine for me to love you b-but that you might not unders—understand… a-and that h-he'd take care of me because that's what family does."
Megumi glowered. So Toji had taken advantage of you, of your feelings. Used them to corrupt you for his own gain.
"That's not what I was gonna ask, but you still kinda answered it." Megumi whispers, slipping under the covers with you and cradling you to his chest. He can still feel his anger but it's muted, because he feels his shirt growing damp with your tears. He could never handle it when you cried. "I was gonna ask why you didn't just come to me first. I wouldn't have turned you away."
"You wouldn't?" You sniffle and it's a pitiful sound but Megumi almost groans over it.
"Never, baby girl" He assures you, the old pet name rolling right off his tongue as he turns your chin towards him with a gentle hand. He hesitates for only a moment as you stare up at him with wide eyes, lashes clumped with your tears, but only because he wants to memorize your face. You were gorgeous to him like this. Then he gently guided your lips to his own.
The little gasp you make when he kisses you goes straight to Megumi's groin. He grunts in surprise as you fist his shirt and climb into his lap, eliciting a myriad of needy whimpers that make his head spin.
"Slow down," Megumi admonishes as you grind against his lap, feeling the wet heat of your core soak through his sweats.
"But I need you ‘gumi!"
Your whined response had him holding his breath before flipping you and pinning you to the bed. You stared up at him with wide eyes. His ears were red. "I want to do this right…" His mumble trailed off.
He'd had girlfriends before, and he knew what to do. But as desperately as he wanted to have you right now, he didn't want his and your first time to be sullied by his dad's cum—still dripping from your cunt and staining his lap.
"I'll make you feel good, I promise, 'kay?" Megumi murmurs softly, groaning lightly as you pull on his lower lip with your teeth when he kisses you again. "It'll just be a little different, but you'll like it. Do you trust me?"
"Of course." The stars in your eyes make Megumi smile, your eagerness and utter adoration crumbling any reservations that might have stopped him from going any further.
"Good girl," He hums, leaning back a little to get a good look at your pussy as he slid his fingers through your soaked folds, doing his best to pretend that it's all of your wetness and no one else's as he toys with your clit, slipping two fingers into your clenching heat with ease. He watches keenly how you react to his touches, learning what makes you gasp, testing what kind of pressure makes you shudder and mewl.
Megumi moans when he finds what makes you jolt and whine out his name as you gush all over his pumping fingers. His cock is aching from the lack of attention, but he gives you a moment to rest as he pulls his sweats just enough down his thighs to pull his dick free from its confines.
"Megumi… it's so pretty..." It did look pretty to you, pretty green veins decorating a shaft just as big as daddy’s—maybe a little shorter but definitely thicker—its rounded head pink and shiny with pre-cum.
"Oh yeah?" Megumi grins as he looks up to see your eyes glazed and staring right at his groin.
"Mmhm, I wanna touch it."
"Another time baby girl," he hums, sliding his dick through your puffy folds, watching carefully and making sure to catch your clit in the same motion. His shirt got in the way of the view, so he pulled it up and held it between his teeth, dark eyes focused on watching every detail as he continued pumping through your wet folds, not even trying to penetrate your much too enticing pussy. "How's that hmm? Feeling good?"
You're gasping and moaning as your brother continues fucking his cock against your pussy, the warm weight of his shaft constantly rubbing your sensitive bead, filling your mind with a heavy fog that only cleared with each momentary bolt of electricity that made your hips jerk. "Feels so g— So goood!" You squirm as Megumi resorts to holding your hips in place, your needy thrusting disrupting his steady rhythm.
"You gotta let me take care of you—" He puffs, moaning as your slick practically clung to his cock. The wet schlick schlick schlick was echoing in his head, sending a sharp burst of pleasure burning through his abdomen. He grit his teeth, biting back his climax. It's stupid, pornographic but he needs it said out loud, needs to hear the taboo materialized “—Big brother wants to make you cum again."
"I wanna—Oh god—'Gumi please just—" You were shaking so much that Megumi couldn't tell if you were already cumming or not.
"What do you want, pretty baby? You can tell me, just use your words." The condescension drips unwittingly from his tongue but he can't help it. You've always been like this. So whiny, helpless. Begging for him to help for as long as he can remember. Megumi can't believe he took so long to get his hands on you. None of his reasons to stay away seemed so big anymore.
"Can—can I be on top?" Your whispered moan makes Megumi groan, unable to deny your request when you flutter your eyes and look at him like that.
"You wanna ride me?"
You nod is quick and eager and Megumi assents, hushing you when you squeal as he grabs your hips tighter and flips you so that you're straddling his hips. You're already humping against him impatiently and you whine when he forces you to still again.
You're captivated by your brother's stern expression, his gorgeous face flushed with pleasure and exertion. "Not inside okay? That's for another day, do you understand me?"
"Mhm—yes, not inside I know!" You whine again, wriggling in his firm grasp, “Please ‘Gumi, lemme make you feel good too.”
“Good girl, go ahead then, fuck yourself on big brother’s cock.” Again he had to say it again, heat burning low in his gut at the satisfaction.
Megumi pants, chuckling slightly as you started moving before he even finished talking, grinding and sliding your soaked core on his cock and making sweet relieved sounds, as if this moment right here was all you ever needed.
Megumi’s head falls back against the pillows with a low groan. The amount of slick that continued to gush from your sticky slit was soaking through the front of his sweats and coating his balls, slipping around his shaft down to his abdomen, so much that he could hear it clearly with every frenzied glide. “Oh fuck can you hear yourself, can you hear how wet you are? Is my baby sister’s pussy really that desperate for her brother’s cock?”
“Yes! Hah— Feels so good— mmnf I’ve wanted it for so long.”
His head raises up again, unable to bear tearing his eyes away from you for too long, and the debauched, fucked out look on your face has his cock throbbing harshly.
“So perfect, fuck—your pretty pussy feels so good.” Megumi reaches for you, your rutting hips stalling for a moment as he pulls the t-shirt off over your head so he can palm your swaying tits.
You squeal as he sits up a little, arms wrapping around your waist as he sucks one of the pert buds into his mouth with a satisfied groan, his hips bucking up against your own instinctively. The added pressure on your clit was suddenly just right, had your body stiffening and spasming as your impending orgasm crashed into you faster than you were ready for, a garbled cry of pleasure pulled from your lips.
“Mmnh—mmnh oh baby girl don’t—don’t stop, be a good girl and keep moving for me,” Megumi moans against your breast, the wet sounds of him slurping at your hardened nubs making your head spin dangerously as the waves of your high began to ebb, but you couldn’t deny him if you tried, so you humped his cock desperately, his hands supporting your rocking motions when your legs began to shake from the overstimulation. You wanted him inside so badly, but the desire to make your brother happy, to behave and do as he asked was so much stronger, and your Megumi was right— It felt really really good. The pressure on your pulsing clit was constant, his cock hard and hot on the little bead, sliding back and forth back and forth until your eyes almost crossed from the way your nerves felt like they were short-circuiting.
You were babbling senselessly as you fisted your hands in Megumi’s dark locks, whole body shaking as something earth shattering began rumbling underneath your skin.
“I’m gonna cum, pretty girl, you’re gonna make brother cum.” Megumi groaned, gripping your hips tighter and rutting against your more fervently as he chased his high. A swear hissed through his teeth as your puffy lower lips glided over the sensitive head of his cock in a way that made his balls tighten, seconds away from spilling his load. “You gonna cum again? Gonna cum for me? Go on and cum for me.”
A strangled version of his name slipped from your lips, some drool spilling down your chin as pleasure left your mind peacefully blank, barely hearing Megumi’s resounding groan but overly aware of his hot seed splashing against your folds as he came undone underneath you, his larger hands pulling you forward one last time so that your fluttering—achingly empty—hole was hovering right over the fleshy head his cock as he spilled his load.
Megumi looks up at you, panting, mouth open in awe and pink dusting his cheeks as he admires how his cum paints your folds and mound, spilling down on his stomach. "Fuck you're so pretty like this. So good got me. My perfect baby girl."
"’Gumi, hold me." You mumble sleepily, and he scoffs in amusement but does as you ask. After using his own shirt to clean you up a little he lets you snuggle up to him before wrapping a protective arm around your waist and pulling you even closer, humming when you practically purr with contentment.
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
You were already drifting off exhausted from all the pleasure you'd received today, by the time your brother's voice washed over you.
"Of course," Megumi murmurs, tensing as he makes eye contact with Toji, who's standing in the doorway with a knowing smirk on his face, "Never going to leave your side ever again."
The smirk dropped from Toji’s face to be replaced with a displeased frown at the implication of his son’s words.
As he traded hard stares with his father, Megumi knew he had finally fallen, but his core would be rotting on the roots of the tree he'd tried so hard to escape.
notes: repost time yall. always planned for this one to have sequels. maybe someday
wc: 3.6k
tw: dubcon, inexperienced/virgin reader, age gap, no pen, photos taken for blackmail, curiosity killed the cat (Suna's conscience is the cat")
"Can we meet again? Tomorrow?"
Your cheeks warm giddily at his eagerness, but you shake your head, a pout forming on your lips. "I can't. My brother might be visiting tomorrow."
"So?" Takeshi hums. His eyes track the shining gloss on your lips as they move. "I could come around before. Or after. I like seeing you."
You giggle at his obvious play. "I like seeing you too, but if my brother found out, I wouldn't be able to see you again. He says I'm too young to mess around with boys."
You’d met Takeshi in your marketing class a couple months ago, paired off for a project. He’s handsome and kind, popular with everyone—easily the kind of guy starry-eyed girls like you get smitten for.
"You're in college. How’s that too young?" He's perplexed as he protests.
Shinsuke has always taken care of you, ever since your parents' accident. You had just finished your first year of school, and your brother had just finished junior high. Grams tried her best to take care of you both, but it turned out to be too much strain on her. By the time Shinsuke had finished school, she was too tired. So he got a job and took care of you all on his own, feeding you, raising you, helping you with school and paying for your university fees, even helping pay for your apartment once you got your acceptance. You owed him everything.
"Maybe, but he wants me to focus on finishing school first." You catch your lower lip between your teeth as you throw pleading eyes at him. You already feel guilty enough breaking your brother's rules. "Please? I can hang out again once the weekend is over."
"Fine, okay." Takeshi deflates a little before kissing your lips again, soft and sweet as always.
You walk him to the door, giggling while letting him continue to kiss you before opening it. Your plan had been to walk him down to the lobby, but the person standing outside your apartment makes your body lock up.
Your friend notices your change in demeanor immediately and his eyes drop to the floor under the newcomer's piercing stare.
"Is this uh, is this your brother?" Takeshi stammers out nervously.
"Yup, now beat it, brat. And don't come back here if you know what's good for you."
Takeshi glances at you and bows before quickly making his exit.
You whirl on him. "Suna! What’d you do that for? What are you doing here anyways?"
He’s somehow even taller than you remember, towering over you as he leans against your doorframe with an impatient, calculating expression.
Suna scoffs. "You gonna let me in or what, kid? If you weren't so busy with your little boyfriend, you'd know already. Don't you ever check your phone?"
“Stop calling me a kid.”
“Whatever, kid.”
“You’re only a few years older than me.”
“Almost a decade is a few?”
His deadpan tone makes you cringe. You're opening your mouth to retort when he pushes forward, forcing you to step back and allow him into the apartment.
“You’re the baby of the group and always will be.”
You huff and turn around, stalking away from him and heading for your phone where you left it on the coffee table. It's your second year at university. Being seen as “baby” makes you burn with resentment.
Your brother had sent you a text nearly two hours ago.
Shin-nii: I know I was supposed to come tomorrow with groceries for you, but some extra shifts opened up at work so I can't make it until next week.
Shin-nii: I'm sending Rintarou with some things for you today, so don't pick a fight okay? Love you.
You sigh at the text, a small worm of disappointment wriggling into your chest. Shin didn't come last weekend either, and you’re really starting to miss him. But at least last week he didn't send Suna. There were texts from him, but far less heartwarming.
Suna: Your brother probably already told you, but I'm almost there. What apartment number was it again
Suna: You gonna answer me or not
Suna: Really gonna make me read the mailboxes?
Suna: What is wrong with you
You glare at the brunet's back as he slouches around your kitchen. He's putting away items from a bag you hadn't noticed him carrying. Out of all Shin's friends growing up, you'd liked Suna Rintaro the least.
Suna never paid much attention to you, but when he did, it was always barbed. He treated you like you were nothing but a nuisance. The twins hadn't exactly gone out of their way for you, but at least when they came around they were always nice. Aran was your favorite—he brought your favorite snacks and let you talk about things going on in your own life, always inviting you to play games with them. He treated you almost like you were his little sister.
“You’re not staying, right?” you grumble, stalking into the kitchen.
“Now that is a strange fucking way to say thank you,” Suna drawls, closing the fridge. You glance at the counter. It looks like he’d only put away the perishables, as there were still things that needed to go in the cabinets. You move to scoot around him. Even if you don’t like him, it would be inconsiderate to make him put everything away himself. Shinsuke raised you better than that.
Suna crowds you against the counter before you get the chance, and you lean back to create distance as he places his palms on the faux granite behind you. His hazel eyes study you closely and you fight the urge to hold your breath as something flashes behind them. A smirk slowly curves his lips.
“What?” you stammer. “Move Suna, jeez.”
“I was just thinking,” he hums, and the sudden playful edge to his tone makes you shift nervously. He leans closer and you try to go up on tiptoe as if that would let you get farther away from the man in front of you. There are barely centimeters between you, and you can smell his cologne and spearmint toothpaste. “What would your brother think of you bringing boys to the apartment he pays for?”
The question sucks the air from your lungs, and you gasp a little as you try to get the oxygen back. The thought of Shinsuke hearing that you’d brought a boy, a potential boyfriend, over to your apartment, breaking his number one rule after everything he’s done for you, sends your heart beating wildly. Shame and anxiety wrack your body from head to toe.
“Please don’t tell him!” you plead unabashedly, eyes going round as you stare up at the man trapping you. “I swear I won’t do it again.”
Suna chuckles darkly. “Hmm, I don’t know. You already did it once, what’s to stop you from doing it again? Really, I’d be doing you a favor by telling him. Can’t trust college boys for nothing.”
“C’mon Rin, please,” you whine a little this time, and Suna huffs out a laugh.
“Oh, so it’s Rin now, huh? Now that you need something, you’re a sweet girl? This what you use to lure boys back here? Man, Kita would be so disappointed.” Suna’s eyes are gleaming, clearly enjoying the way his words are making you squirm.
You feel your desperation grow, blinking quickly as tears start to wet your eyes. You don’t want to face Shinsuke’s disappointment, that little sigh of his, his light scowl and sad eyes. It’s so easy to picture it that your heart is already aching with guilt.
“Please, Rin. I’ll do anything, just please don’t tell my brother.” Your words are offered meekly, as you slump in front of him, lowering your head and no longer putting any effort into leaning away from him.
Not prepared for your sudden proximity, Suna shuffles back slightly as your front presses into his. He recovers quickly before you raise your head to meet his eyes.
“Anything?”
His grin is devilish, and you feel damned as you nod dumbly, somewhat regretting it already. At your acknowledgment, he grabs your wrist and pulls you back into the living room.
Suna settles on the couch as you stand off to the side, his legs splayed. He's not saying anything so you don't know what to do with yourself, looking anywhere but him, but you can feel his eyes on you.
"You were always such a fucking brat, but I guess you're kinda cute now," he says slowly, grinning and leaning deeper into your ratty couch cushions, making himself comfortable.
Your eyes widen at his words, brain scrambling for a response, "...thank you?"
Suna snorts. "Take off your clothes and come here." He emphasizes the statement by patting his thighs.
"Huh?"
"You heard me." His tone is even, almost bored, but there's an intensity to his eyes that makes you feel like a mouse between a cat's claws. A lazy cat toying with his kill just because it can.
"Rin," you complain weakly, heart thumping so loud that you swear he can hear it. How do you tell him that no one has ever seen you naked? Takeshi had been over to your apartment twice, you've kissed him, flirted a little but that's it. You weren't even dating him yet, let alone… Your cheeks are on fire with embarrassment.
Suna sighs, rolling his eyes and pulling his phone from his pocket. "Whatever, it's either this or I make a call to nii-chan. So if you aren't gonna—"
"No, no!" You reach quickly for the hem of your shirt. Goosebumps rise over your skin as you slowly pull the garment over your head and let it fall to the floor, hoping he doesn't notice the way your hands shake as you unbutton your shorts and do the same.
He makes a noise of amusement as your matching lingerie set comes into view. "Aw, was this for the little boyfriend? How adorable."
You'd worn it, but you hadn't expected Takeshi to see it. It just felt exciting to be wearing something cute and sexy, but the mocking glint in Suna's hazel eyes makes you regret ever buying the pastel pink lace.
He nods his head at you, a clear indication to continue, so you take a deep breath and unclasp your bra, deciding not to think about it as you drop it and quickly shimmy the matching panties off. You can't resist crossing your arms over your chest as soon as you can, wandering closer to the couch until you're standing in front of him.
"Come here," he says again, setting his phone on the cushion beside him.
You try to swallow the small whimper in your throat as you climb into his lap, straddling his thighs, but ultimately failing when he grabs your hips and pulls you snug against his crotch. The rough material of his jeans feels strange against your bare pussy. It all feels weird, to be completely bare while Suna sits fully clothed.
Calloused palms wander up your thighs, then your sides, smoothing over your skin. You're struck by how warm they feel, nice even. He's being gentle, the pads of his fingertips ghosting over the sides of your tits, not even asking you to drop your hands.
You flounder, confused. His actions aren't lining up with your expectations. Your skin gets hot. "What—what're you gonna do?"
"I'm not gonna do anything," he drops his hands, that heated glint returning to his eyes. A shiver rolls up your spine as he continues speaking in that quiet, sugary tone. It's like he's casting a spell on you; you feel hypnotized, unconsciously leaning towards him. "If you don't want your brother to find out about your little rule breaking, you're going to sit right here and get yourself off. I want to see it."
"I—you—what? That’s… I can't do that." Why do you feel so tingly?
“Can't?" He raises an eyebrow. "Or don't know how? Figured you were a virgin but I didn't think it would be that bad."
"Rin," you whine in embarrassment, squirming, and the sound makes his pupils expand. You gasp as you feel him stirring and growing hard beneath you, looking down between your bodies instinctively, eyes growing round and flashing back to see him staring at you intensely.
He picks up his discarded phone, holding it loosely in his palm. The unspoken threat has you swallowing your pride, wetting two fingers on your tongue and slowly reaching down to brush them over your clit. You feel strangely sensitive right now, the light touch enough to make you moan in your throat, trying to bite back the sound. Oh god, are you really getting turned on by this?
Suna's eyes track the movements hungrily but after a moment he exhales, and the disappointment oozing from the small breath makes your stomach flutter strangely.
"Mm, 's nice, but that's not how I want you to do it," he asserts, shaking his head.
"Then how?"
He suddenly shifts lower and you yelp, tits exposed when your hands grab at his shoulders for balance, his hands on your ass to help move you with him. He's leaning back more now, and there's more room for you, making it easier for you to situate your knees on the couch. The biggest difference though, is that now his clothed erection is more prominent, pressing against your damp folds.
"You make a lot of cute sounds, you know that?" He laughs softly, making your face flame.
"Shut up!" You sniff, trying not to look so flustered, but Suna knows better. You've always been painfully transparent to him.
"You're gonna grind on me until you cum."
You swear you're going to get whiplash from him. Mocking words, compliments, then lewd commands— how does he transition from them so quickly?
"I don't want you touchin' yourself either," he drawls, clasping his hands behind his head. He sounds so unbothered despite how hard he feels beneath you. Even through his jeans you can feel the heat of him, the size. Even the slightest movement makes your breath catch. "You're going to do it all by yourself. Come on baby, show me how pretty you cum."
The tiny gasp ripped from your throat by the pet name earns you a snicker, but you can't help it. You weren't ready for the heat that rushed through you upon hearing it.
It's so confusing, because you're not supposed to be enjoying this, right? You're not supposed to be thinking about the purr in his voice and how pretty it sounds. You're not supposed to be disappointed that he's not going to touch you, even just a little bit.
This is supposed to be a chore, payment, an exchange for Suna's silence. Your heart is not supposed to be pounding for your big brother's friend, who you thought you hated.
What is happening?
Before you know it, your hips are already moving, more sounds tumbling from your lips. Shaky breaths, breathy moans, barely audible whines. You can't help but close your eyes in shame as your juices coat his lap, making it easier to get the delicious friction that's making your clit throb. It feels stupidly good, makes your nerves feel charged and sensitive, and the sudden desire to feel his skin on yours takes over.
Still grinding feverishly, you shakily reach for the button of his jeans. You just need to feel him, that's all. Just a little bit. But Suna catches your wrists. He's smiling, but his eyes are dark, teeth gritted, voice strained.
"These are staying on."
You whine and he huffs, squeezing your wrists in warning. "I mean it, you gonna be a good girl or not?"
"I am, just—" you whimper, hands fumbling at the hem of his shirt instead and pushing it up.
You're almost surprised when he lets you tug it over his head, but you don't spare much thought on it, taking less than a second to drink in the sight of his muscle definition before you're pressing your chests together. The extra contact is dizzying, your hardened nipples gaining extra stimulation and making your head spin. His skin is so hot on yours, making you moan out in relief as you bury your head in his shoulder, hugging him as you continue to hump him feverishly. The heat in your gut is swirling dangerously, spiking higher with each drag of your clit on rough denim. You're dripping obscenely, so close to cumming.
"Fuck," he laughs. You wish he would put his arms around you, but he doesn't. "Who would've thought you'd be so needy, look at you."
"Rin," you gasp, head feeling too heavy to lift from his shoulder as your movements start to grow jerkier. The heat within you is starting to reach a fever pitch, leaving you shaking like a leaf as you try to force it to boil over. Something's stopping you, causing frustrated tears to well up in your eyes. Fuck, you've never wanted to cum so bad. Masturbating alone has never felt like this.
"That's right, baby. Moan my name when you cum," he hums, voice husky. "Shit, no wonder your brother wants to keep boys away from you."
You shudder and one last buck of your hips sends you flying over the edge, gripping his biceps as you let out a long moan, stiff muscles beginning to quiver uncontrollably as your orgasm rips through you. You can feel yourself gushing all over him, inner walls rippling and clenching around nothing. But as mind-numbingly good as it feels, you don't feel satisfied like you usually do.
You barely feel it as Suna shifts your now limp body onto the couch, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, but you do hear the shutter sound of a camera, two clicks in quick succession. Blinking, you move to sit up, but Suna's thumb brushing on your over-sensitive clit has you falling back with a loud cry. You turn your head to see his phone between your thighs, and you hear it again.
Click.
Suna stands, staring at his screen with a satisfied expression. He told himself when this started that he was just fucking around, honestly expecting you to tell him to shove it where the sun doesn't shine. But then you actually did it, stripped yourself bare and sat in his lap. That's when he told himself that he only wanted a little taste. You're one of his close friend’s baby sister after all, pure and innocent. You're supposed to be off limits, forbidden fruit.
But now one taste was definitely not enough.
Suna rubs his cock absentmindedly over the ruined denim, squeezing it a little as the look on your face in the photo makes him throb. You're so fucking cute that it's almost funny, but it's doing something else to him, too. Something wrong.
He wants to ruin you. Every inch of your purity, he wants to own it, to be the one who dirties you until you’re unrecognizable. Until you’re no longer the girl he and all his friends know. There's no turning back now.
You can see his cock is still straining against the material of his ruined jeans. He looks up and catches you staring and grins. "Looking at the mess you made? You soaked me baby. Such a messy girl."
"Did you take pictures?" You whisper, slowly recovering enough to sit up.
Suna shrugs and shows you, first the close up on your obviously soaked pussy, juices reflecting on your folds and thighs. The next two are almost exactly the same, taken on top of each other, and they're the ones that make you gasp. It's a full body shot and everything is exposed, your boobs and your face, which looks mortifyingly fucked out.
"I'm keeping these, and if I ever catch you with a boy here again, I'm showing these to Kita." Suna's eyes are boring to you, searching for your compliance. You don't even have to second guess that he's dead serious. He absolutely would show Shinsuke those pictures. Panic flares in you.
"But, that wasn't the deal—" you protest desperately.
"And," Suna cuts you off, "I'm gonna visit every now and then. Just to make sure you're keeping your half."
There's loaded intent in his voice that makes your heart pound. It leaves no room for doubt about what he means by that, and you're so conflicted about how it makes you feel.
That devilish grin of his is back on his face, and you tremble as he takes a step back and starts taking off his jeans. Embarrassment burns through you when you see that his boxers are equally soaked, even more so when the thick outline of his cock makes your thighs press together with a strange pang of desire.
"Now," he purrs, his sharp eyes not missing a thing. "Can't go out like this, can I? Then everyone would know how messy you are. I'm sure we can find something else to do while these are in the wash. What do you say?"
notes: reconnected with a moot the other day and she told me that this was one of her faves so I shamelessly pushed it to the front of the repost pile so enjoy the filth~ @antique-remains
wc: 6.3k
warnings: stepcest, drunk sex, dubcon if you think drunk sex is always beneath consent, reader does camshows, "just the tip", reader is down bad, filming without consent, no condom, poor makki holds on for dear life
It's not uncommon for the two of them to use each other to get off, nothing romantic; it's just something they do. So when Issei shows him a new video and offers to get him off, Hanamaki thinks nothing of it.
Even without her face on camera Hanamaki thinks she's cute. Her tits are the size he likes, his eyes glued to the pixelated screen as they jiggle with each movement. Her moans are a little exaggerated but he can't blame her, especially when he can see the donations rolling in on the left side of the screen with each breathy, pitched syllable.
"Fuck—I wish this dick was yours. Wanna be full of you!"
Hanamaki emits a stuttered groan as the words make his dick throb, Issei picking up on it and gripping him tighter.
"She has you all riled up," Issei chuckles, speeding up his hand. The extra friction makes Hanamaki pant, his gut tightening as he watches the bright pink dildo disappear into her pretty little cunt again and again, reappearing with more juices each time. Her audio is really good, picking up on every obscene squelch. He can almost pretend that's what his dick would sound like, pounding into her.
"I'm gonna cum!" She squeals and rubs her clit, and Hanamaki can't look away from how soaked and puffy her folds are. "Oh fuck, fuck—cumming!" Her teeth dig into her bottom lip and so do his, groaning as he creams all over Issei's fist, some of it spurting through and coating his stomach.
"God, your sister always sounds so hot when she cums," Matsukawa groans, palming his cock as it strains against his sweats. "I'd love it if she'd show her face more often though."
It takes several moments for Hanamaki to come down from the haze of his orgasm, heavy limbs sprawled uselessly as his friend shifts on the bed, pushing his sweats down his thighs and smearing Hanamaki's cum across his cock. Matsukawa pumps the impressive length a few times before reaching back and swiping more of it from where the rest had streaked across his abdomen.
And then it hits.
Hanamaki slaps his hand away.
"What're you—W-why the hell would you—What the fuck, dude?" Hanamaki swats his friend's hands away. "Th-thats not—there's no way... Oh my god. Why'd you show me that? And I—oh my god."
Matsukawa shrugs, following after him until he's between the other man's legs. "You didn’t know? I figured you'd recognize the bedroom at least. Thought you were into it, my bad."
A retort was buzzing on the tip of his tongue but at that, Hanamaki's mouth snaps shut. He hadn't even bothered to look at the surroundings on camera, too captivated by the alluring body on screen. The phone is still next to him on the bed, paused and he snatches it up, staring. Now that he's not blinded by lust it's painfully obvious. That's definitely your bedspread, the color of your walls is the same, and as he scrolls back to an earlier part of the video he even recognizes your dresser with the vanity mirror where you grab the dildo from.
A crushing wave of guilt crashes over him and the phone slips from Hanamaki’s grasp, bouncing harmlessly off of Matsukawa’d bed onto the floor. He digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, groaning under his breath. I just came watching my step-sister’s camshow. What is this some kind of porno?
“I can’t believe I just did that,” Hanamaki mumbles, running a hand through his hair in agitation.
“I mean it’s not all that bad,” Matsukawa grunts, slowly working his cock. “It’s not like you’re related by blood.”
“It’s the principal, you asshole,” Hanamaki snaps, but there’s not enough heat in it. He’s too full of shock to be as mad as he should. “She’s not gonna see it that way if she ever finds out about this.”
“If she ever finds out. I mean, she kind of signed up for it, didn’t she? Anyone could click on her stuff, that’s just how the internet works.” Matsukawa shrugs.
Hanamaki hesitates. There’s logic to that, but he’s more hung up on the depravity of his own actions. But when did you even start putting videos like this online? And why? He’s seen you with boyfriends before. Is it an attention thing?
“Hey, do you wanna?” Matsukawa gestures between the two of them. “‘S been awhile since you let me fuck you, hasn’t it?”
“How are you not even phased?” Hanamaki grumbles, not answering the request but not turning it down either. It’s been awhile for a reason; with some prep and lots of lube he can take it, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. He weirdly feels like he needs to be punished right now.
Matsukawa, sensing that his friend isn’t wholly opposed, shifts closer. He reaches for the side table drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. Hanamaki doesn’t shove him away, listening quietly as he rumbles on. “She’s not my sister. Anyways, ‘s not like you knew it was her when you came, so what’s the big deal? You didn’t mean it, so just forget about it.”
As Matsukawa presses hot kisses up his throat, grazing him with his teeth, Hanamaki considers his words. Just forget about it.
Would it really be that easy?
When Hanamaki gets home, he didn’t expect you to corner him in the living room on his way to his bedroom rambling about watching some kind of horror film.
"I have to watch this for a class I'm taking, but I hate scary movies."
The way you pout at him sends the strangest assortment of feelings flooding through his gut. Lust, guilt, anticipation, apprehension. He hadn’t been ready to face you right away. It's not your fault he saw your video and got off to it, hell it's not even his fault. Hanamaki just can't stop staring at your lips and imagining them in that cute little 'o' right before you came. He inhales sharply through his nose and tries to banish all the lewd thoughts that are circling his mind. Just forget about it. Forget it.
"I don't know. It's kinda late and I'm pretty tired..." He finishes lamely, rubbing the back of his neck. He can already feel his cock stirring to life in his shorts and he doesn't want you to notice. He would die of shame if you found out.
"Please," you whine, drawing out the syllable. "I don't care if you fall asleep, I just don't wanna watch it alone. Since when do you not wanna watch TV with me?"
Since I've seen you naked and liked it.
"Alright, alright. Fine. Don't be such a crybaby about it." Normalcy. Hanamaki just needs some normalcy.
Almost as if answering his unspoken prayer, his muttered comment is rewarded with a throw pillow to the face as you huff and flounce up from the couch, bare feet padding on the floor as you stalk into the kitchen for some snacks.
Normalcy.
Except... jesus, have you always dressed like this at home? Or is he only just noticing now because of… Hanamaki shakes his head. Stop.
You're clad in the thinnest tank top Hanamaki has ever seen, thankfully mostly covered by an unzipped oversized hoodie that he's pretty sure you stole from his closet. He wants to believe you're wearing a pair of shorts, but he honestly can't tell from behind, and Hanamaki doesn't trust himself to look too closely.
He’s grateful when you settle back onto the couch, plopping down onto the cushions a safe distance away without making it too obvious that he’s avoiding you. However, you’re barely ten minutes into the movie when you scoot closer, throwing your legs over his lap and propping the rest of you onto a pillow, your eyes glued to the screen,
It’s not the first time you’ve done something like this, but it still makes Hanamaki stiffen, heat flooding his cheeks.
“What?” You’re looking at him as you throw a blanket over your legs. “This is more comfortable.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Hanamaki’s heart pounds so heavily in his chest that he’s surprised you can’t hear it. He can deal with this. This is barely anything, just a little contact. He can’t even feel your skin from this position. He hesitantly rests one of his hands down on your legs like he’s done so many times before. It’s not any different than normal.
Except it quickly gets sweltering hot under the blanket, but he’s too caught up in his guilt to remove it, and what’s mortifyingly worse is you keep moving your left leg in a way that his body is responding to. All you’re doing is absentmindedly bouncing your foot, but it’s making you rub on him. He can feel the hot weight of your thigh right on his crotch and all the blood starting to rush south.
"Will you sit still?" Hanamaki snaps, panicking internally.
Immediately your thighs stop shifting. "Sorry. God, you're moody today," you mutter quietly, a hurt expression crossing your face.
The look on your face makes him want to apologize but he wouldn't be able to explain himself, so Hanamaki just remains silent. At least you've stopped rubbing on him.
Just when he thinks everything is going to be fine, halfway through the movie one of the character's deaths gets this little gasp out of you that keeps looping through his mind and Hanamaki has to escape. He pushes at your legs until you move enough for him to stand up and heads down the hall to the bathroom.
He gets the bathroom door closed behind him and locks the door before fumbling with his jeans, staring down at his traitorous cock as it stands straight against his abdomen. For fuck’s sake. He’s already cum twice today, this is ridiculous.
Hanamaki wraps his fist around his cock. You’re just getting rid of it so you can finish the movie. That’s it.
That’s what he tells himself on repeat, but it loses its vehemence when the coil winding in his gut suddenly snaps as his mind is flooded with memory echoes of your moans. He grunts as he spills into his hand, biting his lip to muffle that moans threatening to slip through. His head thuds against the bathroom door as he stands there, his heart and hand coated in shame.
Just forget it, huh? Yeah, right.
The next few weeks are hell on earth. The first couple of days after his moment of shame in the bathroom Hanamaki actually sent out so many applications that he finally got a callback, leaping at the chance for a shitty grocer job as long as it got him out of the house and away from you.
Even being next to you had his mind going in the darkest, most delicious direction now. It's like he's lost control of his body. If you so much as even brushed against him as you scoot around him in the kitchen or hallway, he felt his cock swell to half chub. It's driving him to madness. He's even avoided texting Matsukawa back because it only reminds him of your video.
His only relief was in the bustle of the grocery aisles and stocking shelves, ringing up and bagging people's items. It wasn't exactly easy; the manager really seemed to have it out for him, yelling at him for pulling out his phone for even a moment, tasking him with extra work whenever she got the chance—she even referenced him to another newbie as an example of a "suboptimal employee", whatever that means. It's not like he cares about the job itself, all he cared about now was getting out of the house. And if he got really lucky, you would be asleep by the time he finally got home for the night.
His reprieve is short-lived. It’s his third week into the job when a frazzled customer bumps into him as he’s stocking the produce, sending him and the crates of vegetables beside him sprawling. Despite the numerous apologies from him and the customer, by the end of the day his manager had Hanamaki turning in his uniform. Something like this was just the opportunity they needed to get rid of him.
When it comes up at dinner, his dad claps a hand on his shoulder and gives the generic “there’s something better out there” that he’s heard enough times already, but your mother gives him those eyes that Hanamaki has seen before.
“Your father and I are planning on going on a small vacation next week, but unfortunately it lines up with the uni's winter break. She’s an adult now but I still don’t like leaving her alone for so long. Could you please keep an eye on her since you won’t be busy?”
She asks him so hopefully that he can’t find it in him to refuse, even as his heart sinks into his stomach. “Yeah, no problem.”
—
Two days. Two days after your parents took off and Hanamaki already regrets everything. You’re so much clingier with them gone. He barely escaped your clutches for another movie night on the first night, pretending that he’d planned to play online with his friendst. But he wasn’t so lucky on the second night.
He’s just coming down the stairs, inwardly musing to himself if he wants to order takeout tonight when he finds you in the living room with a bottle he recognizes from his dad’s booze stash. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m bored.” You’re already slurring. Hanamaki pads closer, sighing. He didn’t think he’d have to actually babysit you with mom and dad gone. “Come drink with me.”
“You shouldn’t touch dad’s stash.” He reaches for the bottle to take it from you but you pull it out of his reach. “Oi.”
“I’ll just replace it before he comes back,” you grumble, pouring yourself another shot and tipping it back. “Since when are you Mr. Responsible?”
Hanamaki sighs again. Honestly that’s a fair question. He throws himself into the armchair closest to your seat on the couch. He startles as you bump his arm with the glass, a little of it sloshing over the side. “Have some?”
“Nah, that’s not a good idea,” he mutters, looking away.
"You haven't hung out with me in ages. Please? We don’t have to talk if that’s it." Your pout does him in, sighing he accepts the shot. He’s not trying to make you feel like shit, it’s just better this way.
You beam at him, and he has to admit it makes him feel better to see you smiling. Lately all you’ve been doing is pouting. He lets shot after shot of the burning liquid slip down his throat, a deep-seated warmth filling his chest and stomach.
After a bit you stumble into the kitchen with the empty bottle to throw it away, and you’re swaying as you come back down the hall.
“You good?” Hanamaki chuckles as you flip him off and stick your tongue out. “You look like Tooru when you do that.”
“Oh my god, don’t say that shit,” you groan exaggeratedly, getting a full laugh out of him. You’re fiddling around by the entertainment center, but with the way his vision sways he can’t make out what you’re doing.
“What’re you doin’?”
“Just plugging my phone in.”
He doesn’t notice the slight lilt to your tone, chalking it up to the alcohol. The pleasant buzz is keeping his mood light and Hanamaki finally finds himself relaxing, sinking deeper into the armchair. He's just thinking to himself that maybe he's had a little too much when you clumsily climb into his lap.
His first warning should be that he doesn't flinch. His second should be that he doesn't pull away when you cuddle up to his chest. All Hanamaki can really think about is how good you smell. It's warm and … floral? Maybe fruity, like strawberries. Or is it watermelon? Curious, his head drops on your shoulder, burying his nose into your neck and inhaling deeply. God, it's making his head swim in the best way.
"'Hiro?"
"Mmm?"
"What're you doin'?"
"Trying to figure out what the smell is," he mumbles. "You smell really nice right now."
You giggle drunkenly. "That's my lotion, it's cherry blossom."
"Don't wear it out of the house," he mumbles suddenly.
"What? Why?"
Hanamaki groans low in his throat when you sit up, your hips pressing firmly into his. Shit, when did he get this hard? He can feel the warmth of your core through his shorts, your weight so comfortable and good on his dick. Every little shift you make gives him just a little friction that makes his already spinning head spin a little more.
Shakily, he places a hand on your hip, dragging you closer. I know this is wrong. I know this is wrong. But just a little bit won't hurt, right? Just a little and then maybe I can stop whatever this is.
"Takahiro," fuck, when did you lean so close— "a little bit of what? How drunk are you?"
"Uh..." He said that out loud? Hanamaki's heart is beating wildly in his chest. He can feel your breath hot on his cheeks and lips from how close you are, forcibly restraining himself from wetting his own in case he were to accidentally touch you.
You shift again and giggle, your own words slurring as you tease him for drinking too much. There's no way you can't feel how hard he is, so why aren't you saying anything? Why aren't you calling him a perv and storming off? Why are you still straddling him? Have you simply not noticed or are you just as drunk as he is? He pulls you down harder, expelling a shaky exhale as the friction makes his cock twitch. Fuck, there is something so fucked about this. He could stop, blame this on the alcohol and forget it ever happened, but this stupid, burning, aching want that he's been ignoring for weeks is just proof that he's not the best at forgetting anything. If he had never seen that video, none of this ever would have happened.
"Takahiro—" Stop it. Stop saying my name like that. "Hello? Are you—"
Your breath smells like strawberries and the even sweeter burn of alcohol and something in Hanamaki's brain just shuts off. He doesn't even have to lean forward, just barely tipping his head up and suddenly his lips are on yours. Your lips are so soft and warm and you don't immediately pull away, either from shock or slow reflexes he doesn't care, so he surges forward, his hand on the back of your neck as he desperately traces the seam of your lips with tongue.
Your gasp is all he needs to slip his tongue inside, tracing every corner of your mouth that he can until the inevitable moment that you shove him away. He can feel your hands fisted in his shirt, frozen and unmoving. He kisses you until his chest is burning and he has to break away for air.
You're staring at him, chest heaving like his own, but you don't look pissed like he expects. Your lips are just a bit swollen, slightly parted as you touch your fingers to them like you... like... Hanamaki shakes his head. Now he's just giving into fantasy. Your head swivels to look behind you before turning back to him.
You look like you're about to say something, but he doesn't want to give you the chance to yell at him. "Can I do that again?"
"You want to do that again?" You sound so breathless. You glance behind you again.
"I want to touch you too." His fingers dig into your hips, slipping higher as if to prove his point. "Just a little bit. I swear I'll stop if you say to just—please?"
"I—I don't know..." You chew your lip, looking uncertain, but there's a strange glow to your eyes. "Isn't this wrong? What if mom finds out?"
Yes. Yes, it's wrong, but Hanamaki is past the point of caring. He’s already crossed that line by kissing you. "I won't tell if you won't. I can make it feel good." No job meant plenty of time for other things. He may not have been with a lot of girls, but he played around enough in college to know what to do.
“Just—Just a little bit.”
Hanamaki doesn’t need any more encouragement. With a low moan he pushes up the hem of your shirt until he can pull it over your head until your bra clad chest comes into view. “You always wear stuff like this?”
Your breath hitches as he cups your tits through the thin fabric, thumbing your rapidly hardening peaks as he mouths at your neck. “Sh-shut up.”
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he draws his tongue up your neck, whispering in your ear. “Pink looks real cute on you.”
“Hiro—”
You gasp as his hand slips up your back, unclasping your bra. He tosses it aside, sighing as he finally has your bare skin in his palms. A loud moan is torn from your lips when he lowers his head to suck one of your tits into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the bud. Hearing it in person is a million times better than listening to it through a speaker and he’s determined to pull even more sounds from you. He has to know what other sounds you can make. Your body reacts instinctively under his touch, bowing into him as he grazes your nipple lightly with his teeth before switching to the other. Hanamaki’s head is swimming as he wraps an arm around your waist, pinning you to his chest as he grinds his hips into you. Your body feels like a furnace, lighting up the more he touches you. You’ve even started to rock into him, finding a rhythm that synchronizes with his own movements, tearing a groan from his lips. “S-shit, look at you. You’re so hot.”
“Can I—” your hands fumble with his shirt.
“You wanna touch? Hell yeah.” Hanamaki releases your for a moment to help you pull it off. He might not be ripped like Iwaizumi, but he’s kept his muscle definition over the years, not quite able to shake his somewhat active lifestyle after high school ended. The noise he makes when your burning palms press against his chest conveys only a fraction of the desire threatening to consume him whole. “Fuck, c’mere.”
He pulls you down, your lips crashing into his again. One of his hands remains on the back of your head to hold you close as he ravages your mouth, the other guides your hand to his chest, trying to urge you to touch him more before he curls it around your waist. He makes a low sound in his throat as your nails trail down his chest, sending a delicious shudder throughout his body, winding the coil in his stomach tighter.
You’re panting heavily when he pushes you back a little, undoing his jeans, just enough to pull his aching cock free. “Just a little bit more, okay? Just a little bit.” He hisses at the cool air, gripping it at the base to relieve the pressure. Beads of precum are already weeping from the crown of his cock, dribbling against his stomach when he teases the head. Hanamaki is watching you closely, blinking through a drunken haze of lust. You’re staring down at his cock, entranced. He’s short and thick, the hefty girth smooth except for the one thick vein lining the underside of his cock. His balls are heavy and swollen, and the base of his cock is surrounded by only slightly overgrown strawberry curls. Had he known this would be happening tonight, he would’ve trimmed up, but it doesn’t look like you care. In fact, you look hungry for it, the look in your eyes sending a dark thrill through him. His fingers trace up your thigh, toying with the hem of your shorts as he tries to get your attention. “Take these off for me?”
“Oh– okay.”
“Don’t get all shy on me now,” he murmurs, still playing with your shorts. “I can see the way you’re looking at me.”
You give a shuddering exhale before climbing out of his lap. His body follows you almost subconsciously as you find your footing, hooking your thumbs in the band of your shorts and letting them fall to the ground. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer, his fingers slipping between your thighs and pressing against the damp fabric of your panties. “...these too. Please? God, you’re soaked. I just wanna—” his sentence tapers off in a groan as he slips a finger past the thin barrier, stroking along your slick folds. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
A small squeak reaches his ears as he does it again, your hands flying to his shoulders when he twists his finger deeper beneath the band to get a better angle so he can brush against your clit. “W-wait, wait. I’ll take them off. I wanna feel—”
“You do?” Hanamaki's words are breathed out, saturated in amazement. His movements freeze for just a moment. “You really want it?” When you nod, he backs off, giving you the room to shimmy your panties down your thighs before pulling you back to him. “Just gonna touch a little, then I’m gonna have you do something for me.”
“Please,” you whisper, walls fluttering as he reaches for you again, his fingers dancing through your folds before pressing on your entrance. A shaky moan spills from your lips as one long finger slides easily in to the last knuckle thanks to how wet you are. It’s followed quickly by a second, curling and prodding curiously as it searches for— “Oh, there! There.”
“Yeah? That feel good?” Hanamaki watches you closely as he curls his fingers again, making sure he has it. Your resulting gasp is the confirmation he needs. He groans as your walls clamp down on his fingers, his forehead resting against your stomach as his head drops forward. You're so warm and wet, dripping down his wrist as he continues to bully that spot, thrusting and curling his fingers inside you.
He does it until your thighs are shaking, holding you in place as he sucks and bites at the sensitive skin on your hips, alternating between finger-fucking you and playing with your throbbing clit. Each sound spilling from your lips has him delirious with want, and it's when your hands tangle in his hair that Hanamaki can't take in anymore.
"C'mere, gotta feel you," he pants, ripping his fingers from your heat and settling back into the armchair. He ignores your whine of protest, holding a hand out to you.
You take it and allow him to pull you back into his lap. Your eyes are bleary and unfocused, looking broken at your denied release.
“I don’t have a condom, so just grind on me, okay? I'll help you.” Hanamaki's head falls back with a groan as you wiggle close enough for him to feel your soaking cunt right up against his cock, grinding down on him experimentally. It's so hot, practically melting his cock, your juices making it so easy for him to slide between your folds. "Fuuck. You're that wet for me?"
In the beginning your movements are surprisingly jerky, a little awkward, so his hands fall to your hips to help guide you. In no time at all you find the rhythm that works best for both of you. Your hands are grabbing at his shoulders, continual mewls of his name spilling into the air as his lips envelop your nipples. They're pressed right against his face and he can't give up that opportunity.
His cock is completely coated in your juices, the warm slick soaked into his curls and jeans, and he can hear it, each click every time your hips slide back and forth. He could cum just like this, but he doesn't want it to end, making sure you move slow enough for him to savor it. There's no way he'll ever get away with this again and he needs to burn it into memory.
"Feel good? Tell me how you're feeling," Hanamaki breathes out. "Need to hear you say it."
"I'm gonna cum," you whisper, your voice breaking. The head of his cock keeps catching on your swollen clit, sending you higher with each grind. "It feels so good."
"Show me."
You whimper at his breathless command, your hips jerking as the crown of his cock catches on your entrance, threatening to push inside. "Mnh—f-fuck."
"Oh god, did you do that on purpose?" Hanamaki groans, unsure if he's jerking away or trying to get closer. It was just for a second, but it felt like you were about to suck him in.
“Wait—that felt good, do that again.” Your pleading reaches his ears and he nearly short circuits.
“Do you even have any idea what you’re asking me?” He demands, sitting up sharply. You squeak and clutch at his shoulders as the change in position threatens to have you tumbling from his lap. “A-are you serious?” He stares with wide eyes as you shift higher on your knees, spreading them wider and still moving your hips. The tip of his cock kisses your entrance again and you don’t shy away from it, chasing it. Hanamaki grabs your hips as you swivel them in search for the right angle, starting to sink down on him. A choked noise claws its way up his throat as he feels you. Barely his head has slipped into you and fuck it’s so soft. “O-Oi, what’re you doing—”
“Just the tip, Hiro.” Jesus christ. What the hell is happening? Why the hell is he complaining? “I just need a little more. Feels so good, I just wanna cum.”
“Just the tip,” Hanamaki echoes after a moment, trying to sound like he’s still in control, like he’s allowing you instead of begging you to. He sinks back into the armchair with a broken groan as you eagerly take advantage of his permission. You start slow, just the head of his cock popping in and out, just barely remaining inside you before you rise up again. You’re so wet that it moves so easily, and the vice grip of your pussy on that first inch is making Hanamaki much greedier than he was when this whole thing started out.
The little ah ah ah's you keep moaning right into his ear are what do him in. You sound so frustrated and desperate. Just the sound of it has him ready to blow his load but he needs you to finish first so he can pull out.
“Still haven’t cum? I can tell you’re right there, just let go baby girl.”
“I’m trying. It’s so close, ‘s just not—” you break off in a choked whimper. “I need more.”
“Fuck it,” Hanamaki groans, at his wit’s end. Every can't and shouldn't are notions of the past. He’s not in the right headspace to play this little denial game any longer—it’s clear you’re both after the same thing. He thinks he hears you stutter out something but it’s lost to the roar of the pulse in his ears as he leans forward and grabs your hips,swiftly seating you fully on his cock, burying himself in you to the hilt. You cry out at the sudden intrusion but then you’re melting into his chest and all Hanamaki can think about now is how warm and wet you are, silken walls clinging to his cock. He can feel how you’re clenching and spasming and it damn near ends it for him right there. “Oh shit—you feel so fucking good.” Gritting his teeth as his cock throbs inside you, he slips a hand between your bodies, finding your clit and circling it with his thumb as he starts to bounce you on his lap. “So so fucking good.”
“H-hiro!”
“C’mon, just let go. Lemme feel you cum, I’ve got you. This is what you wanted right? You wanted to be full, you wanted more,” Hanamaki pants, his thighs and abdomen quivering from the force of restraining his impending orgasm. “Christ, I’ll give you whatever you want—just cum for me.”
You unravel right before his eyes, emitting staccato moans and creaming on him as your back arches, pressing your body further into his and practically knocking his hand out of the way as you crowd closer. You clamp down on him so hard that it feels like the air is suspended in his lungs, and your hips jerk and shake as you ride out your orgasm.
“Shit shit shit—” Hanamaki grits out as his end slams into him, unable to hold on any longer. He doesn’t react fast enough, alcohol dulling his response time, so the first couple of spurts stake their claim inside your still fluttering cunt before he manages to grab you and pull you off of him. You sink back down immediately, grinding your soaking core on his still throbbing and kicking cock like before, the rest of his mess slicking up your folds and spilling out onto his lower stomach.
“Did you…” You sound so out of breath against his chest.
“Y-yeah. Damn it, I didn’t mean to do that.” Hanamaki panics a little as he helps you stand up. He stumbles down the hall to the bathroom and comes back with a couple of hand towels. “Please tell me you’re on some kind of birth control.”
“Yeah, I am. Don’t worry about that,” you murmur, legs shaking as he wipes you off as best as he can.
“Thank god.” He doesn’t see you grab your phone as he stops to clean himself as well before tucking himself away, but when he looks up you have a mildly guilty expression on your face as you lock it and toss it on the couch. Hanamaki is sure his expression mirrors that guilt tenfold. Post-nut clarity is a bitch and the full brunt of what he did hits him like a truck. “Listen, we can’t do that again. I shouldn’t have started it in the first place, alright?”
“Takahiro—”
“I’m gonna go shower. You should too,” he mumbles, avoiding your eyes. His feet carry him quickly in the direction of escape, but he pauses in the doorway, both fighting and berating himself. “Sorry if you felt forced or pressured or anything. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
He’s too ashamed to wait around for your response, and he disappears upstairs. Hanamaki showers in a daze, barely paying attention to what he’s doing as he gets out and brushes his teeth. He fumbles in the dark of his room for a pair of shorts and tosses the towel in a random corner before falling into bed and letting sleep take him.
—
You sneak downstairs. You heard Hanamaki talking to Matsukawa before the shower started across the hall a little bit ago.
Matsukawa is lounging on the couch when you walk into the living room, waiting for Hanamaki to get out of the shower, so you plop down beside him with a triumphant smile on your face.
He takes one look at you and gives a tiny, incredulous little huff. “So you did it then, that shit actually worked?”
“Mhm, and it was even better than I hoped.” It’s been a few days since that night, and you and Hanamaki have yet to actually talk about what happened. You’ve caught him staring at you more than once though, so you’re confident that things will go smoother next time. You’re determined to get a next time.
“You’re so nasty,” Matsukawa drawls. “You’re lucky I’m into that.”
“It’s all your fault anyways.” You grin. “I never would’ve thought about him that way if I didn’t have to constantly listen to you guys fucking in his room through my bedroom wall.”
“You could’ve used headphones. Or you know, fallen for me instead.”
“Headphones didn’t exactly cut it,” you retort drily, passing him the usb you fish out of your pocket. “And in your dreams.”
"What's this?" Matsukawa ignores your last comment.
"I said I'd let you watch if you helped me," you shrug. "Didn't say I'd let you watch in person."
“Damn, for real?” He murmurs mostly to himself, a crooked, disappointed grin spreading across his face. “I thought I'd convince you to let me join for sure.”
“You’re not bringing that horse dick anywhere near me, thanks,” you laugh. “Hiro can have it.”
Matsukawa is staring at the usb in his hand. It looks as if he didn’t even hear you. His grin gets just a little wider, and his dark eyes meet yours, filled with mischief.
“Hey, can I watch this one with him too?”
Your face remains thoughtful, but you don’t get the chance to say anything as Hanamaki pads into the living room, his hair still wet. You hadn't heard him finish in the bathroom. Matsukawa casually stuffs the usb in his pocket before heaving himself up from the couch. “You ready? I’m starving.”
Your step-brother keeps an even expression as he glances in your direction, but even from here you can see the tips of his ears turn red. “Yeah, let’s go,” he mutters.
He turns to go without making sure his friend is following. You use that moment to give Matsukawa a wicked smile and a single nod.
The smirk he gives you before walking out is full of promise.
