Elle

Fingers tightened slightly around the cloth, you braced yourself to speak. “I’m already employed here, your highness—”

“You know that’s not what I mean.” He repeated, eyes tracking the way your shoulders tensed.

Silence stretched between you.

“You can drop the act.” A soft step came from behind you.

“Maid.” He mocked, voice came out closer than before with a faint smile playing on his lips at the title.

Your grip on the duster tightened.

So… You’d been found out.

Slowly, you turned to face him.

The prince was no longer on the bed. He was right behind you now. Too close.

You hadn’t even heard him move. 

It made you wonder how long he’s been standing there… Right behind you, watching how you trembled in your boots. Shivers went down your spine.

Your eyes narrowed, and for the first time since your stay here, you met the prince’s gaze head on.

“How long have you known?” you asked, dropping the act entirely.

His lips curved at the eye contact in delight. “Long enough.” 

His gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it sharpened. Like he’d been waiting for this.

“For someone so careful,” he continued lightly, “you do stare quite a lot.”

Your breath caught. “…What?”

“Not directly, of course.” He stepped closer, his shoes clanked against the high quality flooring, unhurried. 

“You watch me when you think I won’t notice.” 

This… wasn’t part of your plan today. Your mind was twisting in horror now as you calculated for a way to escape.

“…So?” you said, forcing steadiness into your voice. “What now? You expose me? Interrogate me?”

“No.” The word came out too quickly.

Then, his gaze softened.

“I want to hire you.” He let his words sink in for a moment. 

“So? Name your price, and I will pay you triple, no quadruple the amount they paid you.” 

Your brows furrowed in confusion. The words still making no sense.

“You… want to hire me. Actually?” 

He nodded firmly, the faint smile still on his face. 

But that was still vague. Did he want you to betray your initial employees, is that it?

No, more importantly, why hasn’t he disposed of you yet… He could’ve dragged you to the torture chamber and gotten all the answers out himself, why bother to pay?

“To… spy back on them?” You raised an eyebrow, confused and on guard for an escape. You were trying to buy as much time as possible while also considering the offer he was about to give.

“No.” He answered curtly again, and your guard immediately dropped at that response. 

What the hell does he want? You couldn’t read anything from his face, only that unnerving smile stayed in place.

Then, a dumb idea came to mind. “You… want me to spy on you?” 

He beamed at the question, like he was waiting for you to say those words. Like you’d finally asked the right question.

“I don’t want you to spy,” he said quietly, taking another step.

Your heart hammered against your chest as you stepped back instinctively from this prince. 

“I want you to watch.”

Your breath hitched at another step your way.

“Not like before,” he continued. “without hiding, and without avoiding eye contact.”

Now there was nowhere left to go. 

You were pressed against the door now, the prince only inches away. And your hand was frantically looking for the handle.

His hand lifted slowly. Giving you time to pull away.

You couldn’t didn’t.

His fingers brushed your cheek. It was gentle, too gentle for a spy like you deserved.

“I want your full, undivided attention on me,” he murmured.

His thumb tilted your chin just enough to force your gaze back to his.

“Not short, secretive glances. Full on watching me, just like this.”

You couldn’t look away. Not with him this close. Not with his eyes fixed on yours like that.

“Is that too much to ask?”

His voice softened further. Something almost thoughtful in it now.

“Because I’m willing to pay for it.” 

He tilted his head, a small furrow forming between his brows.

“All of it. I’m willing to spend all of my fortune for your time and attention.” 

You tried to shake your head in response, but his hand on your chin made it impossible to move away. 

“All you have to do is give it to me. Hm?” 

Your hand finally found the door handle, only to realize it was locked ever since you came in.

There was no space for refusal now. He was never asking in the first place.

“Good,” he murmured softly.

"I-I-" You try to get a word out, even a damned slur, but you can't. Your back arching while your brain felt too foggy. Too... Swirly, like someone was rearranging your own mind, consuming it. He was fucking with your mind, making your subconscious submit as you can feel something within your mind flicker in and out of it. Your hands slowly weakening against The Emperors chest, making him purr down at you.

"Oh Yes... yes you do." He moves above you. His hands coming down to completely wrap around your waist. A beaming smile being directed down at you as if he wasn't doing anything wrong, as if he wasn't fucking you against your will for hours upon his own silk sheeted bed and quarters of a war struck universe. "I can seek your mind, my little wife."

"F-Fuck you." You could only curse and spit at him before arching back onto his bed. Your own body betraying you against your will. Your mind doing that weird flickering thing again.

"My, your mouth never seems to know its place." He sighs, moving his forehead from yours to kiss your cheek before thrusting his tongue into your gasping mouth, muffling your noises of surprise and unsought pleasure. That wet appendage of his swirling around yours, extending and expanding that it bamboozles your mind as no other human could do that.

You do try and bite back at him: at his tongue, but with how his appendage fills your mouth? It's like he was suffocating you. Trying to rid you of your own subconscious, and just about when you slip? He pulls back, letting you regather that precious oxygen that you need for him to continue to do these vile things to you. Your body heaving stammering breaths as he doesn't stop his movement to keep you deeply and slowly fucked to his satisfaction.

"There we go..." He groans softly, leaning his forehead against yours' again. His pace picking up again then slowing to keep you on the edge, on the brink of insanity. "You like this, don't you? Being loved by a being of high power? To be bred by me."

"N-no- gah!" You gasp as he gives you a particular thrust up inside of you that makes you see black stars and turns your mind to mush, making it easier for The Emperor to make you more compliant. To replace your will with his own. To manipulate that little fighting mind of yours. "Y-yes!"

"Oh, such a sweet thing..." He purrs again, moving his head to nuzzle into your neck and give it a bite, tasting your sweat coated skin. A hum coming out him right after as he can feel your mind slowly fall apart from his mental attacks and physical. He can feel how your arms suddenly come up to wrap around his head and tangle through the roots of his dark locks, tugging at them, and moaning those sweet, "willing" sounds into his ear.

His pacing is suddenly quicker, quicker than what he was teasing you with. His teeth softly latching onto your collarbone. The taste of your blood immediately swirling through his taste buds, but he doesn't care for that, no. He was actually being considerate and wanting to give you that climax that has he has been laying you off with. His body practically laying on top of you, squishing you against him, chest to chest: keeping you pinned underneath him as if he seemed afraid to let you go.

The low murmurs in the cafe suddenly die down, only for giggles and squeals to erupt from the crowd, and you look up confused to search for the cause of disturbance, only for your eyes to lay on two handsome guys walking in through the glass doors. You internally sigh and roll your eyes, disappointed that it is not something interesting.

With a drag in your step, you grab a tray full of cold and hot coffees and make a beeline towards the customers in the sitting area.

And by the courtesy of your rotten luck, you bump into someone, a brick wall perhaps, and the tray slips from your grip only to nose dive on the floor, shattering everything. Your butt meets with the hard floor and all the air whooshes out of your lips as you wince in pain.

The cafe goes dead silent. You clench your eyes, ready to apologise to the poor soul whose shirt you definitely spoiled. "No no no.." From the corner of your eye, you spot another person beside your victim, and his shoes are completely drenched too. Oh great.

With your teeth gritted and fist clenched, you raise your head ready to apologise and own your actions.

Striking violet eyes with a hint of amber in them meet with yours and the apology instantly dies down on your tongue. But that is not what stuns you. It's his face. He does not look happy at all. His face is a mask of dismay, disgust and repulsion.

"I'm really sor-" you say as you lift yourself from the ground and stand up.

"You're really dumb aren't you?" A condescending voice rings out.

Stunned. That is what you are. How dare he...

Straightening up, you ask "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Are your eyes just for decoration?"

"Look, sir. I'm sorry that I ruined your shirt and your friend's shoes" eyes dart to the red hair guy with an amused smile on his face standing a few feet behind him.

"..but you can't talk to me like that."

You retort back. Sure, it is your fault you bumped into them but that does not mean they can talk in that... aggravating tone. A frown mars your face and you look in those... beautiful violet eyes with every ounce of defiance you can muster. A muscle ticks in his jaw and he levels you with a dangerous look. Maybe a guy like that is not used to people talking back.

Unexpectedly, a humourless chuckle cuts through the silence, stopping you dead in your tracks.

"I can't?" He smirks and takes a step forward, crowding your space with his huge build. Trying not to shrink in yourself, you stand your ground.

Caleb's eyes flick down to your name tag on your uniform and he lets out a scoff.

"You have a sharp tongue for someone who ruined my...very expensive shirt. I'd watch my tongue, if I were you. Aren't you here on scholarship?"

The way he says the word scholarship is.... infuriating. Like he is disgusted at the prospect. Humiliation creeps up your spine and you want to bury yourself in a hole and never come back out

You glance at Valko behind Caleb, standing with a relaxed posture, arms crossed and a smug look on his face leveling you with a stare that says you are nothing more than an inconvenience.

At their blatant display of mockery, something in you snaps.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?" You throw right back at him, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

"Are your eyes just for decoration? Or does that very expensive shirt make you go blind? I'm not the only one who wasn't watching the corner."

Caleb's smirk instantly gets wiped off from his face and his shoulders tense up. Those violet eyes narrow into slits in silent, raw anger. But you cannot stop. Not right now. In a fit of anger you rip the apron off your body and storm towards the room with a "STAFF ONLY" sign on it. You shut the door behind you and let out a frustrated sigh, hands shaking from the rush of adrenaline.

Serves them right. Who talks down to people like that? They're not in highschool fir god's sake!

The door slams open behind you and you flinch as you are met with a shocked, frantic voice of your coworker who looks like she just saw a murder.

"Did you see how-"

"What did you do!?"

"W-what? They were the ones who-"

She steps closer and whisper yells

"Do you even know who they are?!"

"No.. am I supposed to?"

A frustrated sigh leaves her lips and she looks like she is about to burst. She grabs your shoulder and shakes you as if she is shaking some sense into you.

"That's Caleb and Valko!!"

What.the.fuck.

"You mean....THE Caleb and Valko??" A shaky voice leaves your lips.

The principal benefactor and the head chairman of the board.

You just spilled coffee, talked shit and mocked their sons. You might have just done that to them. What's the difference?

You are spiralling inside and your heartbeat is ringing in your ears.

You are done for. Bye bye scholarship. Bye bye future. Hello homelessness. Hello surviving on cents.

You are pulled back from your inner turmoil by a firm grip on your arm.

"Hey! It's ok! Breathe" her commanding voice helps you to ground yourself. With tears in your eyes you ask with a shaky voice

"What do I do Tara?? My entire life is riding on this degree. If they pull my scholarship out, I'm done for!"

"Of course they are gonna do that!! You would be considered lucky if they stop at just that! They are not just some wealthy businessmenyou know? If they knew their sons were humiliated by a mere barista, the dean will not even think twice to fire you and kick you out just to please the donors!"

Her words are not helping your situation at all! Some friend she is. Ice cold dread washes over you. With your hands fisted in a ball, you try to stop yourself from shaking.

"But panicking is not gonna fix anything."

"How can I not panic! Caleb looked like he was gonna kill me!"

"Exactly, this is why you should go do some damage control."

"You mean.. apologise?"

"Yes. All the classes are done for today. Tomorrow, at the crack of dawn you are gonna be here and you are gonna apologize no matter what it takes. Understand? Put your pride in a bag and toss it away."

Her words do make sense. Maybe if you apologise sincerely, they will be a bit lenient with you. Yes! You will do just that. After all, they cannot be THAT evil right? It was not ENTIRELY your fault... "Thanks Tara, you are a lifesaver! Lunch is on me!" Yelling over your shoulder, you run out ready to face tomorrow.

Next morning....

The huge doors of the gym look daunting, like gates of hell. There is no sign of life anywhere near the gym. It is almost as if people avoid this area.

Your skaky hands are holding a cup of coffee in each one as peace offerings.

With a deep breath and your apology already revised in your brain, you open the door of the gym.

Instantly, you are met with the smell of sweat, deodorant and the stale air of the gym. The atmosphere reeks with the scent of something masculine, much heavier than the crisp air of the outside.

Your eyes land on two figures lounging on the benches. Something shifts. Their eyes land on you in sync.

You hesitate but the thought of losing your degree, makes you enter the gym and walk towards them with determined steps. Except the gym is huge and the walk of shame is awkward.

When you reach them you extend your hands and offer them the coffee. Valko raises one of his elegant brows in question.

"I'm here to apologise.. for my actions yesterday."

They exchange a quick knowing look and something passes between them. Like a silent agreement.

The coffees are snatched by Valko and with a strong, firm grip on your arm he guides you towards the gym storage on the far corner with Caleb trailing behind you silently.

"Why don't we talk somewhere more... private?" Valko's voice almost sounds playful if it is not for the restrained undertone.

"Isn't this private enough? I-I mean there is no one here.." you really do not want to be alone with them.

He just gives you a smile that you swear does not reach his eyes. There is something eerie about the way they are so much in sync, it feels like they are having entire conversation just from a glance.

"Don't worry, we'll just talk" Caleb quips behind you. Valko will not let you out of his strong grip, he is almost dragging you in there.

They shove you in and the door locks shut engulfing you in the dark, making it impossible to see.

"There.." Valko says dusting his hands "..now we will not be... disturbed"

The smell of old leather and basketballs clogs your throat. You can make out their silhouettes courtesy of small window vent.

Caleb speaks up, his voice completely devoid of any humour.

"So...an apology huh?"

"Yeah". Your voice is clear and leveled. "I know I shouldn't have talked back when I was the one at fault. I let my anger get the best of me. I'm sorry.." hands fidgeting at your sides, you hold your breath waiting for their reaction.

But there is nothing, not even their usual smirk or an arrogant response. Nothing. And their silence makes you even more nervous.

Caleb plants his hand on the shelf behind you making you crane your neck up to look at his face. The sliver of light illuminates his face, casting a shadow over his jaw and making him look scary.

"You had a lot of shit to say about my eyes yesterday, sweetheart. Where did that fire go?"

His face is so close that his breath ghosts on your cheek. You look down and stammer out, feeling your bravado slip away.

"I told you I let the anger get the best of me, I'm sorry" his presence overwhelms you but you still grit out

"It will not happen again"

A soft click is heard from behind Caleb. Valko tuts at your response. Even in the shadows you can make out the disdainful look on his face.

"It will not happen again because you found out about who we are." Valko states flatly.

"You realised that you are one phone call away from being stripped of your funding, and your enrollment."

His statement leaves a metallic taste of fear in your mouth. Your scholarship is your lifeline, your entire future. Just the thought of losing it makes tears well in your eyes. Fuck it. Who cares if you come off as desperate. This is your last resort.

"Please... I've worked hard for it. I'll pay you back!! I'll take up extra shifts and pay you back for your shirt-"

"We do not care about the shirt"

Caleb's voice is too close. Eyes brimmed with tears, you look up at him. And suddenly, his lips are on your neck kissing biting and sucking your sensitive spot. Fingers weave in your hair to yank your neck back for better access.

Your hands shoot up to push his shoulders away but of course, he will not budge.

"Wait!! Stop this! Caleb... I do not want this!"

"Don't want this? Who cares about what you want sweetheart?" And he goes back to mauling your neck. You feel your heart drop to your stomach. Surely they would not be so cruel. Right?

Frantically, you smack Caleb and thrash your body around in his grip. Strong hands grab your jaw, making you wince in pain. "Stay still" Caleb's breathless voice echoes in the silent room and he smashes his lips onto yours. You kick his legs, shake your head only for the struggle to be in vain.

You have to get out of here. Scholarship be damned. There is no way you are gonna let these devils have their way with you. With every ounce of strength you can muster in you, you clamp your teeth around Caleb's lips and bite down hard.

He winces in pain and you take this moment to duck under his hands and make a run for the doors. Your hand fumbles with the knob of the door, only for the daunting realisation to set in. It is locked. Of course it is locked.

A scream rips from your mouth when your hand is grabbed harshly and you are yanked backwards. Tears fall from your eyes, wetting your face.

"Caleb! I'm sorry! Please do not do this to me!!"

Caleb's face is unreadable as he slams your body against the wall caging you in his suffocating embrace.

"Enough"

He resumes his attack on your lips as he sucks your tongue and bites your lips. His tongue enters your mouth making you taste blood as he rubs his tongue against yours. Cold hands trail sneak under your shirt, making you shiver and Caleb grabs your breasts, pinching your nipple.

"Strip her Caleb, enough playing around". A voice rings out from your left. Valko. "Let's see how remorseful she is."

The sound of tearing is heard as Caleb rips your shirt and bra making you gasp and sob.

Your hands quickly cover your chest from the bite of the cold air but Caleb tuts and pins your hands against the wall.

Valko is on you in a flash, his hands sliding down your bottom along with your panties, leaving you completely bare before their eyes.

"N-no no no.. please I'm begging you!!"

"Shh it's ok sweetheart," Caleb coos in a mocking voice "you're doing amazing. Just go along with it."

He kicks your legs open and reaches down to rub his long thick fingers inside you to open you up. You clench hard around the intrusion and he hisses in your ear.

Valko is behind you, spreading your ass cheeks. He angles your hips so they are arched and he trails his hand to your tight asshole. "No! Not there please!!"

But of course they won't listen. Valko's fingers collect some of your wetness and he spreads it all over your back hole. Fingers skillfully work on your hole, massaging it, loosening the tight hole around his fingers.

Finally, after much prep, two of his fingers are in and you scream at the intrusion.

Your legs shake at the double penetration by both of their thick digits. Both of them retract their hands leaving you feeling empty.

Not for long because the blunt head of Caleb's cock is notched at your entrance. Your eyes widen in fear. He does not give you a chance for you to register, and slams his cock inside in one brutal thrust. Air leaves your lungs at the sudden intrusion. His cock is even bigger and longer than his fingers, and you can feel the burning stretch in your walls.

They do not give you time to recover. Because the head of Valko's dick is pressed up against your back hole. Even with the precum as lube, you struggle to take him.

Slowly but relentlessly, Valko pushes his cock with no regards to your pained groans and moans. His cock feels like something invasive. You can feel your body trying to push his cock out but he drives his hips and keeps thrusting in you.

Caleb is balls deep, his hips meeting yours, patiently waiting for Valko to bottom out. He uses that time to bite and suck at your chest, leave bruises. Some of them bleed and hurt.

When Valko finally bottoms out, you can feel his thick pulsing cock all up in your throat.

"it hurts!! Please take it out!!"

You are so full, that it is ridiculous. Begging and crying is no use either.

"Poor baby, I know it hurts but you have to bear with it. There is no other choice" Valko's cold voice whispers in your ear.

They will not listen. And that thought makes tears flow even more.

Forehead rested on Caleb's chest, you try to ground yourself from the sensation of both of their cocks.

Few moments later they start moving and you see stars behind your eyeballs. When one thrusts in, the other pulls out they move in complete sync, as if they swore to destroy you today.

The thin wall inside you separating their cocks is being rubbed vigorously by their blunt heads. Your legs are dangling in air as they use you like their own toy.

Caleb's chest is flushed with yours and Valko's is to your back.

"You're taking us so well sweetheart." Caleb moans in your ear. "So tight around us."

Valko's hands reach down to toy with your clit, his velvet voice cruel in your ear.

"You see baby? There is no point fighting us."

You are crying openly now. The squelching noise of their cocks moving in rhythm inside you and the wetness dripping down your dangling legs fill the room.

Your only purchase is Caleb and Valko holding you up and using you like a fleshlight.

"You're getting wetter sweetheart. Are you enjoying both of our cocks in you?" Caleb whispers in your ear and you shake your head.

Valko leans in and bites your shoulder "don't tell me, all that resistance was just an act" they laugh at the cruel joke.

Their thrust grows stronger and faster losing their rhythm. Biting, scratching sucking at your neck chest and back, you are overwhelmed. Valko is the first one to cum. He buries his cock in you until his hips are flushed with yours and paints your walls with his cum. He bites your shoulder hard enough to draw blood as he empties out his balls. His fingers do not stop their assault on your clit. You thrash around in their arms and clamp hard around their cocks as you come hard with a scream.

Both men grunt and moan at the pulsing of your walls around their sensitive cocks.

Valko stays buried in you, and Caleb follows soon after.

Sucking your lips in his mouth, his tip kisses your cervix and he shoots his load up your pussy. You feel the warm seed fill you up and drip down your legs.

Both men just stand there for a while to catch their breaths. They pull their spent cocks out of your cum filled holes and you slump down from exhaustion. They zip themselves up and crouch down.

Valko strokes your face and whispers sweetly

"Same time tomorrow baby. Don't forget."

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Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: Hiroki Dan

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Demon Slayer: Doma, Tengen Uzui

Dishonored Series: Kirin Jindosh

Genshin Impact: Childe, Itto, Kaeya Alberich, Wanderer

Haikyuu!!: Atsumu Miya, Futakuchi Kenji, Lev Haiba, Oikawa Tooru, Tetsurou Kuroo, Yūji Terushima

Honkai Star Rail: Aventurine, Boothill, Caelus, Mr. Reca, Fallen! Phainon, Sampo Koski

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: Seunghyeon Kang

Hunter x Hunter: Gon Freecss, Hisoka Morow, Pariston Hill, Shalnark

I'm Not That Kind of Talent: Demon Aru, Duke Illuster Starbe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Kenjaku, Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori

Kill The Hero: Johann Georg

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Claude, Gusion, Suyou

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Naruto Shippuden: Deidara, Hashirama Senju, Hidan, Shisui Uchiha

One Punch Man: Amai Mask, Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: N/A

TOUCHSTARVED: Vere

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Storyshift Chara

Wuthering Waves: Aalto, Scar

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♡ Book 6 [you are here]. The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

Satoru has only been inside of you once, excluding some fingering and pussy eating. His cock is a recent indulgence you had begged for over and over for until he finally relented and gave it to you. He made it oh-so special, telling your parents he was gonna take you to a little event to have some sibling bonding time, but really just took you to a nice hotel and fucked you into the squeaky bed all night.

You haven’t ever crossed the line with full penetration in your actual home, much less while your parents are sleeping in the other room.

He uses the sticky fingers gliding through your pussy to line his shaft up to your hole and finally push in.

You gasp as the hard thing drives right past the resistance of your opening and rests halfway inside your gooey center. Satoru exhales deeply in relief and wraps his arms roughly around your body to keep you nice and close, assurance that your wriggling won’t accidentally de-mount him while he basks in the feeling. Your leg rests back down now that he’s safely inside. “God fuck, I missed you.”

“S-Satoru, wait,” you whine, when he decides to continue pushing until his base fully disappears into you, despite your body still adjusting to the initial penetration. Your shaky hands wrap around his arms for a false sense of control.

“See? All done, all done,” he coos into the side of your face, breathy and throaty as his cock viscerally pulses in rhythm with the clenching of your walls.

You whimper with a nod, breath heaving as your hand sloppily slides down to rest over the small buldge of evidence that he’s inside your tummy.

“I feel you in there,” you observe aloud, making him hiss and trace his teeth against your jaw, trying to contain himself so he doesn’t just start pounding into your blissful hole like his body is screaming at him to do.

“Yeah?” He breathes, legs tangled with yours and back hunched dramatically so he can stay within you. He drags one cold, sweaty palm to push down on your hand over the tummy bulge. “Ohh, I feel me in there too. Nice and snug, hugging me so nice.”

“Oh my god,” you gasp and jerk at the pressure he applies to your tummy, whimpering and using your free hand to grasp his hip possessively.

He smiles against your skin and rubs his face against the side of yours affectionately. “I’m gonna move,” he warns, making your body instinctively tighten up to prepare for collision.

“Yeahh,” he breathes in utter bliss as he gently clenches his ass to first force himself in as deeply as he can despite already being fully seated. He doesn’t even pull out at all, just grinds against your ass in circles. “Ohhh, wow. That’s so nice. Does it feel nice, baby?”

Your face scrunches as feelings of incredible tingling and slight cramping mix within you from the motion. Your tummy is maxed out, at its full capacity limit, but Satoru’s hips are forcing your insides to make room that it doesn’t have to offer. Your pussy is acting as a flesh sock that’s just vaccum sealed tight around his gyrating cock, following its movement involuntarily no matter where it goes.

“It’s really deep—” you hiss hastily and slightly panicked. Your back arches, body instinctively trying to escape. “I— no— I don’t think I can do it, Toru.”

Your whining makes Satoru immediately halt and apply relief by relaxing his hips and letting the base slip out just half an inch. His muscular arms tighten around your body and he lifts his head to get a look at your face. “You okay?” he asks with concern, head still spinning with pleasure as your walls tightly embrace his cock in pulses as if grateful for the sudden relief. “I’m sorry,” he rubs his face into yours, kissing the corner of your lips, “just feels so fucking good and tight in there, I get carried away.”

You nod with a pout, turning your head so his lips can rest on top of yours as you speak into eachother’s mouths. “It’s okay, j-just hurts a little when you go in so deep. I wish I could take you as far as you can go but it’s too much,” you say, clearly upset with yourself and Satoru recognizes this way of speaking immediately.

“Hey,” he chides softly in familiar big brother fashion, brows hardening as his eyes bore into yours, “what did I say about talking down to yourself like that?”

Your pout deepens and he pecks you.

“Hm? What did I say?” He persists into your lips, waiting for you to obey.

“That words matter and to be kind to myself,” you repeat his past words with a sniffle, more than half of your focus still honed in on the penetrating cock within you.

“Mhmm,” he nods sweetly and slowly inches the fingers over your tummy down until they’re languidly swiping your clit, “that you deserve the same kindness you show others. Good girl.”

Your eyes roll and you both groan when the clit stimulus causes your insides to jolt. He bites his lip as his hazy eyes threaten to follow yours to the back of his skull, still so close to your face that you’re recycling oxygen. “Can I fuck you now? You okay inside? I won’t go too deep.”

You immediately nod and your legs twitch as you cope with the feeling of his fingers and cock. “Mhm. Go, Toru.”

He smiles against your lips, then kisses them with a sweet ‘chu’ before using the hand on your clit to instead fully embrace the entirety of your pussy in his palm, fingers separating around the intrusion of his dick inside your hole. He wants to feel the movement right from the source of your connection.

“Communicate with me,” he reminds you protectively, eyes fluttering closed as he begins to pull his hips back just until he’s halfway free, letting your insides flutter closed before forcing them to part ways for his rod with a thorough thrust.

You let out a breathy, shaky moan as you move your hands to grip the arm around you for stability and he hums happily in response to your reaction.

“You love your big brother so much, don’t you?” he moans into your lips, thrusting again and again until he picks up a steady rhythm.

Your lips are permanently parted as your legs begin to shake, every hump hitting your g spot like a bell at the top of an arcade game. You nod quickly. “Love— love you s—ahh— so much.”

Satoru groans out an exhale and then hisses an inhale, legs pushing deeper into the tangle of yours as his hips already give in to the desire to pick up the pace. “I love you more, my perfect girl. Ahh— fucking perfect. So perfect. Doing such a good—mmf— job taking me.”

Your nails dig into his arm as your body begins to jostle due to the weight of his hammering. Your pussy flutters at your brother’s praise and he lets out a throaty groan.

Your eyes twitch open when you think you hear something in the distance, outside of the safety of your brother’s dim room. “Wait, I— I think I heard something, Satoru,” you whisper, worried eyes glancing at the closed door as his relentless humping continues, undisturbed.

The repeated squelch of your connection is all Satoru can hear and he shoves his tongue into your mouth as his hold on you gets possessively tighter. “No, they’re sleeping,” he says quickly into your mouth. “I’m inside you, my cock is moving so nice inside you,” he moves his lips into your ear and tells your brain what it should be focusing on, sweetly and lewdly. “Feels so good— mmm— It’s fucking ridiculous.”

Satoru knows dad never wakes up at this time and mom doesn’t even budge from those loud ass old man snores he lets out through the night. He brushes off your worries easily, hips not letting up once.

“Oh god,” you whimper in pleasure, concern losing the battle to the magnitude of euphoria he’s fucking into you. “It does. Feels so good,” you agree with him pathetically, making him growl and start swiping fast circles on your throbbing clit.

“I want you to cum,” he breathes, his lengthy back is dramatically and comically hunched so he can mouth at your neck while staying mounted due to his aggressive height. “I really want you to.”

You whimper, and like a trained dog that’s just desperate for her big brother’s approval in every sense, an orgasm appears within the distance as your legs stiffen. “O-Okay, I’ll do it,” you nod stupidly, pushing into his neck kisses, “I’ll cum Toru.”

“Oh my fuck, you’re so cute.” He groans and takes a brief bite out of your neck, a subtle ‘slap’ growing in the air as his pace harshly excels along with the aggressive pace of his fingertips. “Right here, that’s your cute little clit, hmm? Gonna help big brother make you cum, hm?” he slobbers into your ear, goading you on as your back arches and noises of impact jut through your throat uncontrollably.

A few perfectly angled strokes against your clit while his hard tip abuses your g spot makes your orgasm boil over, lips making a silent ‘o’ of euphoria as it overtakes you whole.

You don’t even know if it’s a few seconds into your orgasm or a minute, but mid spasm, Satoru can’t help but start slamming into you so fast and hard that it forces you down flat on your tummy. He uncontrollably whimpers and moans like he’s hurt as your pussy carries out the primal, built- in process of tightening and releasing over and over to optimize fertilization.

His face tightens as does his balls.

“You’re milking me— oh jesus fuck— fucking milking me, oh my god,” he groans loudly, ass humping yours with a mind of its own, desperate to feel every convulsion within. His heavy body weight is crushing you, arms tightly wrapped around the tummy of the fleshy toy he’s using to get off, ie: you. He’s gonna have to pull out before he can cum, he knows that, but he’ll enjoy the feeling of your pussy for as long as possible.

You’re rendered silent by the intensity, half of your face shoved into the bed as you take what he’s giving you, making your orgasm soar on and on. Your legs are shaking violently under his and you don’t think you’re even breathing as cramps and tingles and waves of pleasure and sweat swirl within you and travel down to your fingertips.

Satoru’s so close, your pussy is squeezing him from base to tip like someone trying to squeeze the smallest bit of toothpaste out of a tube on a busy morning and he doesn’t think he’s ever loved another person more than he loves his little sister.

But then, the sound of his doorknob turning makes Satoru’s head snap towards it. His primal instinct kicks in with a boatload of adrenaline and it’s like he’s almost superhuman when he quickly pulls you off of the bed and shoves the two of you into his closet, all while you’re still beautifully impaled on him.

The door to the closet clicks shut at the same time his bedroom door clicks open and pathetic Satoru is cringing, quietly begging his cock to, “wait, wait, wait, wait! No, no, no,” as it decides to shoot that first spurt of cum into you before he can even attempt to maneuver out of your fertile hole due to the cramped space of his closet.

“Shit.” He’s fucked. Satoru’s eyes roll as he gives you an accidental cream pie and his back hits the wall, slowly sliding down until he’s on his ass. He’s holding you tight in his lap, you’re forced to come down with him like a fucking limp doll. He isn’t even sure you’re awake right now because you’re not panicking or crying that you’re ’caught’ or anything as your father looks around Satoru’s room with confusion as to where your brother is.

Satoru is still fucking cumming, desperately coping with aggressive exhales when his closet door is opening. Thank god he has a blanket in here to throw on top of your lap and he’s thanking any god that will hear him that he didn’t take off his clothes earlier or his shirt you’re wearing. You just look like you’re innocently sitting, leaning against your brother with a nice fluffy blanket over both of your legs.

Satoru looks up at his father blearily and puts a shaky finger to his lips, gesturing down at your (luckily) passed out face. “She couldn’t sleep,” he whispers, unable to hold back how whiny it sounds as his cock happily snuggles and floods your cervix.

Thankfully, this closet is where he used to take you whenever you’d have nightmares as children, and it’s still decked out in little hung lights and blankets and pillows. Even though you’re both much too old for this anymore, your father is just glad your older brother is still taking care of you even now in your twenties.

Your father mouths ‘ohh okay’ silently and nods as his eldest son’s cock pumps his daughter full under the blanket. Satoru’s heart almost bursts out of his chest while his face pales when your father leans down and reaches for the blanket.

He simply adjust the hem of the blanket over you a bit more, with obvious fatherly affection, before standing back up.

The older man gives Satoru a thumbs up and gently closes the closet door. When Satoru hears his bedroom door click closed a second later, he lets out an abrupt sigh of relief, head thumping back against the wall. That was way too fucking close.

Satoru brings a shaky hand to your face and softly tilts it towards him as his cock ever so slowly softens. He says your name, attempting to wake you.

Your hazy eyes flutter open to sweetly look at your brother’s face and he immediately nudges his face into yours like an affectionate cat with an exhale, returning both arms to hug you close.

“What happened?” you chirp, eyes flicking around the closet in confusion. You can still feel his cock inside you.

“You passed out cold,” he huffs a little, leaning away from your face just enough to look at you. “You okay?”

You hum and nod, caressing his arms around you happily. Passing out during sex is a bit concerning, Satoru thinks, that’s not normal no matter how much it’s depicted in fiction.

“You sure?” He brings a finger up in front of your face. “Follow my finger with your eyes.”

You laugh and push his hand away. “Shut up,” you say as he chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Wanna go to sleep?” he offers sweetly, taking a deep, vocal inhale of your neck.

You gently pull away the blanket atop your lap, looking down at the mess of sticky warm cum pooling out of your opening and down his balls.

“Yeah, but we’re so messy.” You scrunch your nose.

Satoru suddenly stands, making you gasp as he picks you up with him, feet dangling mid air due to his ridiculously abnormal height. “I’ll clean you up, don’t worry.”

He opens the closet and pokes his head out before striding out and gently laying down to spoon once again, all without letting his dick slip out. You groan with all the movement inside, sensitive and overstimulated.

He purrs deeply and takes his sweet time leaning in and connecting your lips for a long, slow, passionate kiss. You hum into it, rubbing a hand up and down his hip affectionately while the other massages his head. Your lips ‘chu’ as they mingle, heads tilting in harmony and a dash of tongue swiping against your lips every now and then but not too much.

He takes this time to pull his cock out with a ‘swllop’ and you both whine, breaking away from the kiss.

“Thank you,” he shows gratitude for the pleasure you provided him. He smiles at you, resting his forehead on yours and your heart flutters.

He lets go of you to crawl down your body with a grunt until his face is between your legs and you’re resting on your back.

“Toru.” You look down at him with a flustered expression. You’re aware of how much he enjoys eating you out but your insides are still twitching from the aftershock of your orgasm.

“Just cleaning you up,” he says as he pulls your panties all the way down your legs and throws them over his shoulder. He doesn’t waste time swiping a wide tongue from your entrance to your clit. He swallows down the cum and slick he gathered and goes right back to do it again as you hiss.

He kneads your thighs as he cleans you with his warm tongue, almost soothing your beat up pussy with it as he does. He licks your inner thighs clean too. And when he finally flicks a lil at your lower, lower hole, he shushes you as you push at his head and whine ‘no not there Toru,’ with embarrassment. He cleans it up quick since you’re so stubborn.

He pats your leg lovingly as he stands, and you catch a glimpse of his soft cock, wet and sticky where it’s hanging out of the hem of his wet pajama pants.

He makes his way into his bathroom and comes out a minute later, wiping his lips with his cock sadly tucked away. He probably brushed his teeth of the taste of his own cum and wiped his dick. He pulls open his dresser and grabs a pair of boxers.

You sigh happily when he joins you again, gently sliding his boxers onto you before completely embracing your body in a deep spooning cuddle.