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It did not matter that you were born without curse abilities. At least not to your older brother, who was clearly the favourite not just out of your family, but out of the whole clan.

Because, of course, he was, as the inheritor of the six eyes.

That didn’t bother you much. Well, it did while you were younger. You used to get jealous sometimes, and heartbroken most times. But Toru-nii was always there to make you feel better. More stoic when he was younger, and childishly cheerful when he was a teenager. 

And over time, instead of feeling jealous towards him, you found you loved him for that. As for the clan and your parents? Well, you decided as you got older that it was for the best they didn’t care about you, since that meant you were mostly left to your own devices, unbothered unless some event required all important and unimportant members present.

Recently, you reconnected with an old classmate as he had returned to the city for work purposes. You started meeting him at restaurants or coffee shops, catching up and just feeling lively under the attention that most of your family deprived you of. Even Satoru was busy with his work at the school, and you knew better than to bother him.

So, it wasn’t that you intentionally kept this budding friendship hidden, especially from him. It was just that you didn’t know if he would even care to know, or have the time.

In any case, after some discussions with and persuasion by the old classmate- er boyfriend? You weren’t sure what you were to each other anymore, since you held hands every now and then. And he had kissed you recently. 

But never asked you out.

When you’d balked at the suggestion, only a few days after the kiss by the way, to sleep together, he had tutted like you were a silly child. “Of course, it’s only reasonable for us to see if we’re compatible in bed before we make it official,” Jira had said to you, his tone patient and all-knowing.

And you, unfamiliar with dating and how these things usually went, were starting to get swayed by his words. In fact, it worked so well, that you had promised him that tonight you would go ahead and sleep with him- and no! I promise I won’t chicken out like the last time. 

Or like the last ten times.

It didn’t matter that you were trembling as he held you on his lap, hands roaming your body greedily, his mouth attached to your neck. And all you could think of was how disgusting it was to be slobbered with spit, about how embarrassing it would be if someone were to look closely as they walked by- because yes. Your once classmate and now situationship hadn’t even bothered to take you up to the motel room. Perhaps he was in such a rush in case you changed your mind like the previous times. 

Was that bad? Were you bad for not making up your mind? 

At least, the previous times this had started, you’d gotten wet, you thought, biting your lip to muffle the breathy sounds as he mauled your neck. Did he even bring lube? 

Your thoughts were interrupted when the car door was yanked open- and was it hanging off its hinges?! Before your bleary eyes could even adjust in the dark, you’d been yanked out, blouse hanging off your shoulder from the force of the pull. 

“Wha-” you muttered, instinctively hugging yourself as muted pounds filled your ears before your eyes could even adjust.

And the car door was still hanging loosely off its hinges, your friend not visible, though you could hear his muffled cries as someone caged him in, beating him with large fists. 

Was this a mugging?! 

No… If that were the case, the culprit would’ve just grabbed your bag and made a run for it. 

Then you caught a glimpse of light- white!- hair as the two figures writhed against each other in the backseat.

Toru-nii. 

God. 

Well, actually, you were sorta relieved. Once you actually realized you were in no danger. And… also glad because now you wouldn’t have to go through with sleeping with your friend. He had started to seem more and more mean as of late anyway.

Still. You didn’t want your brother to be labelled a murderer because of that guy, so you bent down a little to peer into the car, pushing a lock of your dark hair behind your ear. 

“Toru-nii! Please leave him. I want to go home,” you called, trying to keep your teeth from chattering as the chill seemed to seep into your bones. 

You weren’t sure he heard you, and were about to repeat yourself when he pulled away. He grabbed your bag from the front seat, long limbs folded awkwardly for a moment as he turned in the cramped car, before climbing out without so much as a second glance at Jira.

That was okay. You didn’t really look at Jira either, barely making out his swollen eye and ripped shirt stained red as blood dribbled from his busted lip. 

“Aniki-,” you started, but one look in your direction had silenced you, those intense blue eyes seeming to glow in the dark parking lot.

Wordlessly, you followed him to his car and climbed in, not even questioning how he’d known where you were or what you were doing.

Who knew his sweet little sister would grow up to be such a slut? Well, perhaps he was a bit to blame too since he barely kept contact after leaving, especially after Geto’s defection and his own job.

Still. To think that you were willing to let that loser fuck you in the back of a car? To think you’d allow the fucker to touch you at all?

Boiled his blood.

Which is why he’d dragged you straight to his room. And you didn’t protest or ask questions, thinking you deserved the earful you were about to get.

Satoru huffed. Oh, you’d be getting more than just an earful.

He didn’t even bother to lock the door, knowing nobody would dare disturb him. Especially after he’d returned after so long.

“How did you find me?” 

Your voice seemed muffled, like it was coming from behind a closed door, and Satoru realized it was his mind that was hazy. With rage.

“You have the gall to ask?” he said, voice deceptively calm. “Since y’had no problem being a little slut back there, let me give you what you want.”

The next few moments were a blur- he wouldn’t say his body moved on its own. Because it did exactly what he wanted in the moment- it was just that the mix of  intense emotions had somewhat blinded him. Metaphorically, speaking of course.

But there you were, fat tears in the corners of your eyes, soft belly heaving with your punctured breaths as his cock mercilessly pounded you. One hand gripped your ankles near your chin, bare legs folded over your torso, crushing it a little with the weight he was pushing down on you. Not fully, but enough to make your breath come out strained.

“T-Too deep, nii-chan,” you hiccuped, shaky hands covering your red face.

Satoru slapped your hands away, his thrusts never slowing down. “Yeah, yeah. You can take it,” he hissed, admittedly a bit meanly.

That made more tears sting your eyes, because he’d never been mean to you! Big brother Toru was the only one who’d consistently been kind and loving towards you. 

Did he hate you now?

Maybe you said that out loud, because even under the damn blindfold, you could see a shift in his expression. From meanly curled, his lips went a bit slacker, more neutral. 

You flinched as a large hand- and why had you never realized before how big nii-chan’s hands were?- wiped your cheeks gently.

“Just relax,” his tone had shifted too, words still clipped, but voice no longer growling insults at you. “Y-You’re doing good,” he muttered, before lowering down further, causing your knees to crush further into your chest, but that was okay, because he wasn’t angry anymore. And he was leaning down to pepper kisses along your cheeks and bite the fleshy bits.

“Really?” you asked, voice small and breathless. 

He huffed in response, snapping his hips faster, smirking as your eyes went wide and your back arched up into him, mouth hanging open as the changed angle hit that spot repeatedly. 

And why was it so loud, so wet? Were you just noticing the wet slapping sounds now, or were they really not there before.

There wasn’t much time to ponder that on your own, and each time you’d opened your mouth to ask, the words had been steadily fucked out. Was he still angry at you? Didn’t matter- not with how desperately your pussy was throbbing around his length, the slobbery mess of your juices slicking each slide in and out.

“I-I,” you frowned slightly, having something important to say, trying to concentrate. But he wouldn’t let you.

“Just shut up,” he huffed, but not meanly this time- you could see the amused smirk pulling at his sinful lips through your blurry vision.

And maybe it was that sight, maybe it was how deep he plunged in- the head of his cock meeting your g-spot in a hard kiss-, maybe it was the wet sounds- but your eyes rolled back, vision going dark as you throbbed and clenched around him, cumming the hardest you ever have- you fingers a pathetic comparison to being rage-fucked by Satoru.

Good little slut.