❛ ᴄᴡ ⨾ Stepcest // Pseudo ᵎᵎ Mild Manipulation (gotta squint) ᵎᵎ Slight Age Gap
❛ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜʙɪᴄ ⨾ All characters (+ the reader) are 18+!! This is DARK CONTENT. That is your warning. Its also kinda angsty in the beginning- sorry.
❛ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⨾ Over 1k
After Kiyoko had finally given Tanaka a chance, your poor big brother was in shambles... but who needs her when he has you? His cute little step sister~ You're always there to make him Feel Better
The excitement wasn’t mutual with his best friend. Yū truly did want to be happy for him. He wanted to be jumping with joy and be his best buds “Wingman” like they each promised eachother way back when.
The excitement wasn’t mutual with his best friend. Yū truly did want to be happy for him. He wanted to be jumping with joy and be his best buds “Wingman” like they each promised eachother way back when.
The excitement wasn’t mutual with his best friend. Yū truly did want to be happy for him. He wanted to be jumping with joy and be his best buds “Wingman” like they each promised eachother way back when.
It just didn’t feel right though. Not when he tried desperately to make her his. HE wanted that one and only chance, HE wanted her and only her… It all left his grasp within a split second.
“Noya?”
Tanaka looked to his friend with concern, but before he could say anything else Yū had turned around, walking in the opposite direction. It wasn't the reaction he had expected. He expected Yū to be happy for him, but that was the last thing he saw.
“Uh... see ya tomorrow?” Ryū’s voice dropped as he watched his best friend walk away without saying another word.
Noya walked alone the whole way home that day. The feeling of his sunken heart distracted him from the absurd time he made it home.
He unlocked the front door and announced his arrival with an empty “I'm home…” Nothing like his normal, loud and over the top entrance. It was dull and gray. No emotion or energy was put into it.
He slid his outside shoes off at the entrance and hung up his coat by the door before proceeding into the house. His eyes scanned the living room to see you curled up on the couch comfortably watching a movie.
“Yū?”
You curiously peek your head up to see your step brother frozen in the entrance of the living room.
“You're home late… a-are you okay?-”
He stepped towards the couch, curling up next to you without saying a word.
Like instinct, you wrap your arms around him in attempts of comforting him. It wasn't the first time he came home upset but this was just another level of sadness you haven't seen.
“I have no more chances with her- i-its ruined- he took her away!-”
He sobbed quietly in your chest, gripping tightly on the oversized t-shirt you had thrown on earlier that night.
You were somewhat familiar with the situation with Ryunosuke and Shimizu so you could only guess that your poor brother has to watch his best friend get the girl that he has always wanted since high school. It may seem selfish but it makes you angry. You want the best for your brother and would do anything for him to be happy.
“Yū…”
You spoke gently and with serenity. His sad eyes peered up as you cupped his face in your warm palms.
The pads of your thumbs softly wiped the tears off of his stained cheeks. You knew what you were about to do was wrong, but anything to make him happy, right?
You leaned in and kissed his forehead, then his cheek, and then moved to hover over his lips.
“Will this make you feel better?...”
He looked at your lips and nodded, leaning closer. His eyes lit up and he grew eager to kiss you.
“Speak up~” You demand teasingly. You want to hear him tell you that he wants this. “Well?”
“Yeah- yeah it will make me feel better-”
Your lips locked onto his, kissing him softly. He let go of your shirt and his hands needily roamed up your figure. He grabbed and squeezed at your flesh before pulling you onto his lap.
At this point he became an entirely different person, taking all control you had away from you. He wasn't a sweet big brother anymore, he wanted you and you wanted him. That was it. There was no one else involved, no one else was on your minds at that moment.
Maybe that's what you wanted all along?...
You could feel his hardening cock through the thin material of his pants. He wanted more, he needed more. It wasn't right but nothing about this was right.
His hands gripped roughly onto your waist, pulling away from your passionate kiss. He guided your hips against his lap letting out soft grunts, you knew what he wanted and he was quick to tell you.
“Fuck… I want more” He groaned at the tight feeling in his pants. “You think you can help? It'll make me feel so much better sis~”
You nod, getting rid of the fabric in the way of his throbbing cock. Your hand wraps around him gently stroking whilst you pull down your shorts just enough to lower onto him.
A quiet moan escapes his lips, the warm feeling of your pussy around his aching cock was euphoric. It was an experience he has never felt before. He pulled you close to him, slowly guiding you the rest of the way.
“Are you okay baby girl?... Can i keep going?~”
His usual impatience seemed to disappear, he wanted to make sure his good little girl was okay before continuing. His next moves were slow and careful, allowing you to get comfortable with each thrust. The sound of your whines and moans only gave him confirmation to keep going.
With one fluid movement, he flips you on your back and wraps your legs around his waist, tilting your hips upwards. His hand moves as he roughly rolls your clit between his fingers. He leans close to your ear muttering soft praises followed by heavy pants.
You truly were his good little girl, crying out as he fucked you so lovingly. His pace became sloppy as he rutted into you one last time before you were both pushed over the edge. The movement of his hips slowed down, and he rested ontop of you.
Your arms find their way around him once more, mumbling all that you can “B-Better?”
contents — cockwarming, consensual filming?, mean scara, degradation (whore), dirty talk, humiliation, exhibitionism(?), reader is in just a shirt, pre-established relationship
note — this is my collab piece for @ickyism 's lovely collab r/whoredotcom be sure to check out everyone elses piece!!
he was live. he was live streaming. and you were settled on his cock. your back was to the camera so it just looked like you were settled on his lap, hugging him. an innocent take to those who didnt know, but little did chat know that you were sitting on his dick, pussy clenching every time he got a kill.
your face was buried in his neck, muffling the small whimpers that slipped your lips. trying your best to stay as quiet as you could so his mic wouldnt pick up on it. the soft rock of your hips had his cock pulsing in your cunt. your pussy was drooling everywhere, soaking into his pants and making a mess of your thighs.
"..scara..?" you had mumbled, hiding your face in his shoulder, biting down on your lip when he shifted, his tip kissing that sweet spot that made you see stars.
he offered a low hum, sparing a sly glance and smirk at you before turning back to his stream and continued playing his game. his eyes glanced at his chat, briefly scanning over the messages before one had caught his eye.
"yea i do have someone in my lap, my partner is rather clingy when i do twenty-four hour streams like this, so why not just have 'em here with me?"
his comment got a few agreeing messages, some asking who was in his lap and why your face was hidden. scara had skipped over the ones that had asked about you personally and would require a personal answer, one in particular catching his eye.
wonder if his partner is a good hit..
he narrowed his eyes, pausing the game as his hands then grabbed your chin and meanly squished your cheeks, watching as his grip puckered your lips. his voice was rough and thick with an unspoken emotion, "wanna tell chat that your my whore and no one elses? wanna tell chat how youre currently sitting and keeping my fat cock nice and warm while i play my game? "
your eyes widened as you stiffly shook your head, far too embarrassed to ever admit something so provocative online, nonetheless to strangers.
"no? you dont want people to know whos cock is splitting you open right now?" his comment sent a heat rising to your face, your cheeks feeling hot and you whined.
"all these cute little noises youre making for chat, you should see all their comments about you... disgusting really if you ask me, i bet their touching themselves wishing it was them in my spot."
"sca-scara—" your words were partially slurred by his grip on your face, small tears pricking in your eyes by how mean he was being. not used to him talking about you in such a manner.
"what? too embarrassed to share how messy your pretty little pussy is? how much its drooling all over my lap? bet your getting off to me humiliating you in front of thousands of people"
"m-m'not— scarAH—" you were cut off by his sharp thrust, his hips pressing his tip firmly against your cervix as the small tears in your eyes fell with a strangled moan leaving your lips.
he scoffed shaking his head, mumbling under his breath as he watched chat go crazy. the messages were flying in so fast he could barely catch a glimpse and his donation alerts were going off every so often announcing the rather large amounts for both you and him to hear.
"utterly filthy, both you and my viewers. tch" he sneered, glancing back at his camera and quickly ended his stream, leaving those who were watching look at the ended screen and you a teary eyed, needy mess on his lap.
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