#tw.recording

Most people say that having a parent remarry and having step-siblings is awful. You, however, don't see it that way.

Despite the devastation of losing your mother at a young age, you were grateful to your father for stepping up and taking care of you with everything he had after your mother's passing. You were 4 at the time, and things didn’t quite make sense until you got older—but with time, the more you matured, the more you came to terms with the situation. The older you got, the better you understood how much of a super dad you actually had—on the one hand, he always prioritized you, gave you everything he could and made sure that you didn’t miss out on anything, partially spoiling his little girl. On the other hand, he also chose to be very honest with you and talk to you about difficult topics instead of shying away from them. Therefore, you were able to understand what happened to your mother and were fully supported while working through the grief.

For all this, you were truly grateful to your dad, though, there came a time where you became aware of all the sacrifices that he had made for your sake as well. Turns out, that he avoided dating anyone else for the longest of times, resulting in you having to actually push him into pursuing romance and give him your slightly aggressive blessing.

"Dad, it's just a date." You roll your eyes at him.

"It feels like I'm betraying your mother, our family."

"Dad," you hold his gaze firmly. "Mom is gone. I'm in high school. And you deserve to be happy! Get out there, have some fun!" You push him forcefully out the front door and fix the collar of his shirt. "Don't be home too late, I’ll leave you some lasagna in the fridge. Now go!"

And when he found someone that made him happy, someone that made his worries go away, you were nothing but supportive. She was gorgeous and smart and had witty remarks that made you laugh, so you accepted her into your life. However, she also had a son, the same age as you—a tall and lanky boy named Denki Kaminari.

The first time you met him it was awkward, you were both 18—just about to graduate from high school, you were shy and quiet and he was just all over the place, bouncing with energy. But you found common ground, talking about games and anime, so you became friends rather quickly, progressively spending more and more time together. You’ve always been an honest person so denying that you thought he was handsome was pointless—fluffy blonde hair and amber eyes that turn gold in the sunlight, he had a very intoxicating smile, and most importantly of all—he made you laugh. But he was your dad’s girlfriend’s son, so he was—in all ways possible—off limits to you. Therefore you were content just admiring him from afar.

Sometimes, you stared a bit too much, making up scenarios in your head before bedtime, turning off all the lights before you push your panties aside, ashamed that it's him you’re thinking about.

And here you were, two years later walking your respective parents down the aisle, grinning at each other and testing out how it feels to refer to each other as brother and sister.

"Okay little sis, shall we hit the open bar, get wasted and embarrass our parents?"

"Totally, big brother," you winked at him and his face turned red at a comically fast pace.

"Okay, how about we drop the sis ‘n bro stuff? Feels weird."

"Does it now, big brother?" you bat your eyelashes at him, a seductive smile plastered on your lips. All Denki can manage is a dramatic groan in response, walking away quickly, hearing you cackle as the distance between you two grew larger.

He might be off limits, even more so now that he was your step brother, but you still enjoyed making him flustered. The perk of it was that it was extremely easy to do so—blow some air on his nape, trace a finger along his jawline and he’s ready to turn into a puddle on the floor.

And you did this within limits. Of course.

Your parents were happy that the both of you got along so well, and even happier when you both got accepted into the same college, living in the same city. Although you studied different courses, rarely seeing each other on campus, you did occasionally go to parties together, Denki making sure to get your drunk ass back home safely every time. He was kind and dependent and always had your back.

Even more so when you had discovered that your suspiciously cheap rental apartment was infested with termites, having to be fully fumigated, and you had to ask your step brother if you could crash at his place for a couple of days.

“Of course!” his voice sounded chipper over the phone. “We’re so totally having a Marvel marathon, I am not taking no for an answer, pack your shit and come over, I’ll have nachos ready in 30 minutes.”

The line went silent as he hung up and you found yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. A voice at the back of your head told you he’d be such a fine boyfriend—if he wasn’t your step brother.

Yet, you allowed yourself a few minutes of imagining what kind of dates he would take you on—arcade dates, bringing you to museums so he can narrate over the audio guide with absolute nonsense and making some lame joke about van Gogh and George Weasly and ‘hole-y’. You shake your head as if to purge the thoughts and you get on with packing your essentials for the next couple of days.

You stare at your underwear drawer and contemplate. Would it be weird if you pick the sexiest lingerie you own... just to stay at your step brother's place for a few days? Totally not.

“Self-care.” You say to yourself as you take out several lacy thongs and bralettes that match, carefully placing them in your suitcase. You just like wearing nice underwear, what’s the big deal? It’s only for you to see anyway.

Right?

Happy with the items you’ve packed, double checking if you’ve got your toothbrush and all your chargers— you take a deep breath and vacate your apartment, heading over to Denki’s.

“We should’ve just gotten an apartment together, it would’ve been so much cheaper and nicer.” Denki whined as he helped you carry your suitcase up the stairs, as his building had no elevator.

“So what I’m hearing is you want to see my pretty face every day, correct?” you smirked, noticing the barely visible butt clench he did upon hearing your words, at which you chuckled. “Honestly, you’d get sick of me in about a week so be glad we don’t live together.”

He grumbles something you can't understand under his breath and you allow him to move on from the topic.

The first night in his apartment goes well—you have dinner together and then proceed with a quiet movie night. Snuggled together under a fuzzy blanket, the light of the TV was illuminating Denki’s face, showing off his best features—playful amber eyes, devilish smile and a sharp jawline. You spent more time looking at said face and judging the softness of his blonde locks, rather than looking at whatever movie he put on for you.

The realization that you haven’t gotten laid for a few months now and that your step brother is awfully handsome makes you feel a certain way, insides knotting up and devious thoughts plaguing your mind.

Mindlessly, you place your hand on his thigh under the blanket and you feel his body immediately tense up under your touch. Kaminari tries to play it off cool, like nothing has happened, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.

So that’s how you wanna play, hm?

Your hand travels up and down his thigh, caressing it, squeezing it every once in a while and slowly but surely going further up with each stroke. At the same time you maintain a blank façade, pretending to be fully focused on the movie.

Once your hand starts getting dangerously close to his now semi-hard cock, Denki lets out a fake cough and gets up under the pretense of getting ice cream and some new drinks. Your eyes follow his frame as he exits the room almost skittishly and the dangerous thoughts make you lick your lips in excitement.

He’d look very cute broken and torn up over experiencing sexual desire towards his little step sister.

A plan begins forming in your head.

You spend the rest of the evening making Denki’s temperature rise and his ears turn red with embarrassment—a subtle press of your tits against his arm when you cling to it, removing stray hairs from his face with a gentle hand, accidentally tracing his jawline with your finger, keeping his gaze just a tad longer than appropriate.

Meanwhile, Kaminari continues shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to find a pose that would allow him to hide how turned on he is, purposefully avoiding looking down your cleavage or observing how your shorts were riding up your thighs, revealing more plush skin that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

You don’t push too far though, you still had a couple of more days staying at his place, plenty of time to make your plan come to fruition. The movie comes to an end and you both decide to call it a night—you kiss his cheek and thank him again for allowing you to stay over, wishing him a good night and heading over to the guest bedroom where you were staying. His own room was right next door and you begin wondering how thin the walls really are.

Removing your clothes and kicking your panties aside, you make yourself comfortable on the bed and slide your hands down your torso, imagining how much bigger Denki’s would be, warmer than your own, eager.

Your mind conjures images of your step brother losing himself under you as you hover over his face, tongue lapping at your core like a starved man, staring up at you with those intoxicating cat-like amber eyes. Cupping your breast, a low moan escapes your lips as your other hand glides between your legs, humming with approval of how wet you are because of your step brother.

You touch yourself, rolling your nipples between your thumb and index finger, drawing circles on your clit and letting your mind relish in all the taboo things you want to do with Denki, paying less and less attention to the needy sounds bouncing off of the walls, yet hoping that they reach Denki’s ears.

And they do—in the other room Denki has his ear pressed to the wall, already fumbling with the zipper of his pants, his face so red and hot because he knows how wrong this is. You’re his little sister, not by blood, but you were family, and God, you were still incredibly gorgeous and just his type.

He had put so much effort over the years into not being a creep, not watching your ass as you walk away or blatantly staring at your tits. He had learned to be subtle, to be unnoticeable, to steal glances and satisfy himself by just imagining your lips around his cock—just that, nothing more.

But now, having you in his apartment, being surrounded by the scent of your perfume mixed with the coconut-scented shampoo you use—he was losing his mind. You’d been so much more touchy than usual this evening and your hand on his thigh made him feel dirty, so here he was now, listening in on you, knowing full well what you were doing and how incredibly wrong this was, invading your privacy and taking advantage of it, but he couldn’t help it.

Lip tucked between his teeth to keep quiet, he spits onto his palm and spreads his saliva over his cock, slowly fucking into his fist, trying to match your pace he was trying to guess from the cute whines he could hear. He imagined you spreading your pussy for him, beckoning him to take advantage of you, calling him ‘big brother’ in that seductive voice of yours that could drive him mad. Hearing you panting louder, breath uneven and needy, he allows himself to go faster, now picturing himself pushing his cock into your tight little hole, imagining his cum leaking out of you and just like that, faster than he’s ever experienced, he came in his hand shooting thick ropes of cum onto his knuckles and pillow, his heart threatening to leave his chest cavity.

The post-nut clarity hits him and Denki is plagued with shame and guilt, quickly removing his pillowcase and bedsheets and tossing them to the side, replacing the old one with new clean ones while mentally berating himself, feeling disgusted with his own actions.

He no longer hears you moaning in the other room, the sweet sound dying down and feels  relieved, shoving his face into the freshly changed pillow and trying not to scream at himself. It felt like he had committed a crime, a sin of some sort, his own guilty conscience not allowing  him to get much sleep, forcing Kaminari to toss and turn for the most part of the night, shaking his head as if trying to push away the thoughts of your breasts in his mouth out of his mind by force.

The next day, he seems to be the same, shoulders sagged with guilt, barely managing to look you in the eye during breakfast. Both of you had classes, so you drive to campus together and Denki, happy to have a distraction from his lewd thoughts about his own step sister.

You on the other hand keep your focus on your plan the entire day, not paying attention to a single lecture, forgetting to even eat lunch—completely consumed by your desire to have your step brother snap.

You had it all figured out—with your classes finishing earlier than Kaminari’s, you could head home before him and use the spare key he gave you to prepare for his return. You knew your brother was very curious, not a doubt in your mind that he would seek you out when he got in and you hoped that what he found would be enough to make Denki lose control.

And to no surprise, everything goes exactly according to your vision. You shower and put on some of that pretty lingerie you had brought with you, leaving the door to your room slightly cracked open, whilst entertaining yourself until the target audience for your little performance had returned home.

You’re lying on the bed—face down, ass up when you hear the front door open, the sound making you quiver with excitement, heart beating even faster as his footsteps approach, the fingers playing with your clit speeding up, your arousal dribbling down your thighs in fat droplets

The house was suspiciously quiet, leading Denki to believe you hadn’t gotten back yet. He’d kicked his shoes off to the side, tossing his bag onto the couch before heading towards his room with the intention to shed off his outside clothes and switch into something more comfortable. That didn’t end up being the case. Noticing that the door to your room was ajar, he takes a quick glance through the crack, freezing in his tracks as his sunshine eyes fixate on your drooling cunt, clenching around nothing, your arousal soaked fingers toying with your puffy folds. In this position you can’t see him, so Kaminari basks in the sight for a few moments to enjoy this, to memorize it and engrave the image of your cute cunt into his mind—trying hard to ignore the raging boner in his pants.

Kaminari gulps, feeling as if there’s a massive lump in his throat, right hand absentmindedly adjusting his now hard cock.

“Denks,” your needy voice shocks him out of his trance. “Please...”

His brain short circuits.

Time feels frozen, the noise of the outside world fading into nothing and the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his head deafeningly loud.

His name just left your mouth.

You said his name. You begged for him.

Once more, Kaminari hears his name, watching you arch your back even more, spreading your legs further and sinking down onto the bed while begging for him incoherently.

Denki sits there, motionless, watching his little step sister cumming hard, making a mess on the bed sheets while chanting his name.

For many years, his sanity and patience were tested—like a string tightly pulled back. In this single moment as he watched his step sister shake in the aftermath of her orgasm, that string finally snapped.

He opens the door, slowly at first and then in two short strides he’s behind you, pulling you up by the hair, pressing your back to his chest and breathing hard down your neck.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that little sis?” Inhaling in your scent, the blonde holds you tight against him, tugging on your hair again to force you to look up at the ceiling—knowing he wouldn’t be able to have any self-restraint if he looked into your eyes.

“Moaning my name as you cum? You want your big brother that badly, hm?” His throbbing  shaft presses against your ass, still clad in jeans, but you could feel it through the fabric.

You shut your eyes in embarrassment but don’t attempt to escape his grip, the lack of response to his question makes Denki even more impatient.

“Answer.” he growls in your ear.

“Y-Yes,” your voice comes out uneven. “I w-want my stepbrother, please.”

Your eyes stay tightly shut but your body gives your reaction away—shaking with anticipation and excitement, feeling your juices begin to slide between your folds again.

“Didn’t think you were this sick in the head, but who am I to refuse my precious little sister, huh?” You can't see his face but you can hear the sinister smile,  feel how thrilled he is by the way his grip on you tightens. Suddenly, Kaminari’s pushing your head back down onto the mattress, crouching down to take a good look at your glistening wet cunt. Your little pleasure nub looks so cute and swollen he can't help himself by giving it an experimental lick, appreciating the way your body tenses. So he does it again and again—paying good attention to your needy bud, kissing and lightly sucking on it, mapping out how you react to each movement.

You drip like sweet honey onto Denki’s tongue, showering him in lustful mewls and needy grinds against his face, tiny fists balling the sheets when he slips his tongue inside your needy hole. He eats you out like a man starving, holding your hips steadily in place. Your big brother loves the way your thighs tremble and your breath is uneven and he is determined to get you to cum on his tongue, he needs it.

And it doesn’t take long for your slick to overflow from your body, the thought alone that your step brother’s chin was shining with your mess was enough to make you melt into a puddle, the taboo aspect of what you were doing pushing you over the edge too quickly.

With a silent cry, you cum hard, pressing yourself against Kaminari’s face, a trickle of drool sliding down your own chin as your eyes roll back from pleasure so intense, your senses become overloaded for a moment that all you see is white.

Before you come back down from your high and your soul returns to its body, Denki has managed to kick aside his jeans and boxers, knees digging into the edge of the mattress and his leaking cock glides between your sticky folds.

For a split second an uneasy feeling captures your heart in an icy grip.

“Don’t worry. It’s okay if it doesn’t go in, right little sis?” the blonde’s voice is thickly coated with smugness, with a sense of toxicity that should be so incredibly off-putting, yet it makes your insides twist with desire.

Two orgasms in, and your head starts to feel fuzzy, the heat emanating from his length rubbing against your slit making you feel like you have one foot off of the edge of insanity. You circle  your ass against his dick, desperate and teary-eyed, pleading and chanting his name like it’s a prayer, enjoying the friction of your step brother’s mushroom cockhead against your sensitive clit.

His hands explore the expanse of your body, following the curves and dips of your hips, squeezing the doughy skin on your hips. Denki was greedily taking in every weak sigh you let out and every shudder you respond with, basking in the knowledge that he’s the one making his little sister drip down on his girth, oozing into the sheets and making a mess of them.  You feel the heat rising inside you, knots forming in the pit of your stomach, the madness creeping further across your brain with the sound of Denki’s filthy words in your ear. The sound of his dick slipping back and forth on your wet cunt. Everything is so obscene, even the scent of him is working you up more, the knots twisting tighter.

You crave more.

You shouldn’t.

Denki—he’s your step brother there would be so many consequences, so many drawbacks of your current situation.

But consequences be damned, because the vein on the underside of his shaft feels so good against your sensitive clit, so much so that your brain throws all logic and reason out the window.

Denki is nearly as desperate as you are, and he gripes and grunts loudly—so close to release, just from the wetness of your pretty pussy engulfing him. So when you lift your hips up and angle them against the head of his girth, pushing past your entrance with ease—he nearly loses it.

The softness and warmth of your cunt wrapping around his cock makes him feel like his soul is ascending to high heavens, eyes rolling back in his skull and body shaking in ecstasy with every inch of him that you take until he’s fully sheathed in you, balls laying flat against your swollen pleasure nub.

You don’t give him time to prepare, to react even—slamming your hips back against his as quickly as your body can handle, yearning for that the feeling of the tip of his dick reaching deep inside of you and helping the pressure build even faster.

Cock drunk and cross-eyed, absolutely debauched and unashamed, your body forces out another orgasm, causing your muscles to spasm with a string of curses leaving your pretty lips as your soft walls clamp down on the blonde’s dick.

Denki sees stars, the only thought crossing his mind in that moment being that he will never have pussy this good ever again—so snug against him, pulsing violently around his length, selfishly sucking him in deeper. And with that singular thought, your step brother decides to fuck you stupid, make you feel the exact same way he does—like nothing would ever be good enough again.

Snapping out of the trance your perfect pussy has put him in, he props up a leg on the bed, pulling his length out of your heat and marveling at the way your cunt gleams luxuriously with the crude mix of his precum and your erotic juices, clenching and spasming around nothing. You whimper, but before you can clearly state your protest, Kaminari spits on your raw and abused mound, slamming his entire length into you once more, with only a single motion, setting a meteoric pace—spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can fuck into you harder.

Forgetting all his previous misgivings about fucking his little sister, Denki gives into his carnal desire and takes everything he can from you. A thumb now collecting the arousal from between your legs and using it as lubrication to toy with your pert ass, slowly pushing in the digit into you  as you become impossibly tighter around him.

“One more time—I need to feel you cum around my cock one more time, sis,” Angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, Denki practically makes you scream out his name, the blistering heat of his cockhead kissing your cervix repeatedly, leaving your brain absolutely scrambled.

You don’t even think it’s possible for you to cum again, but the telltale signs of your impending orgasm are there. However, it feels different this time, as if there’s some sort of pressure bubbling up inside you—like a volcano ready to erupt. A string of pleas leave your wet lips, not really knowing what you’re begging for but Denki understands—maintaining the same angle and rhythm, he sneaks a hand around your torso to rub gentle circles over your puffy clit, the action pushing you over the edge.

With a loud cry, you tense up around him so hard that he has to pull out, clear liquid gushing from your aching cunt as you squirt onto the bed and taint Kaminari’s golden skin, body shaking violently with tears streaming down your face until you’re overwhelmed by the feeling. The view of your pussy gushing and squirting is so enticing, but Denki is too greedy to allow you time to calm down, grabbing your hips and propping you up, lining his tip with your sopping entrance  again and drilling into you at a ravenous pace.

You’re too sensitive, too sore, even—but he holds you firm against his chest, a hand around your throat, slightly restricting your breathing and keeping you from protesting while the blonde  chases down his own release.

“ ‘m not fucking pulling out,” he growls into the shell of your ear, a cruel smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Kaminari’s words make you clamp down greedily on him, body instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

A couple more ruthless thrusts of his cock deep into your abused little pussy and he’s thrown over the edge, balls tightening and thick cum spilling deep into your womb—there’s so much of it, too much, to the point where it’s leaking out of your hole before he’s even pulled out. Your insides are burning hot with his seed and you can’t even be bothered to remind yourself if you’re on birth control or not, too fucked out to be able to conjure up a coherent thought.

Slowly pulling away, the tall blonde stares at your pink puffy pussy, thick cum oozing out in globs and dripping down your thighs—he collects the sticky substance with two fingers and promptly pushes the digits past your soft lips.

“Nasty little step sister, if I had known you were this slutty and desperate, I wouldn’t have spent countless nights fucking my fist—I would’ve fucked this pretty pussy of yours instead.” He taps the two digits that were in your mouth against your clit and your body jolts.

He moves away from the bed, grabbing something from your desk that you can’t see, still trying to collect yourself. Before you even had the chance to ask what it was, your step brother shows you his phone, the screen showing you a replay of what had just happened minutes before—a video of Denki fucking into you with no sound.

“Y-You recorded that?” the panic sobers you up as you quickly rise from the bed and try to take the phone from him.

But Kaminari’s much faster.

“Of course.” The corners of his lips turn upwards but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His body language shifts as he leans down, eyes raking over your naked, soiled body, a cool and foreboding aura seeping into the room, sneaking up on you. “Leverage, step sis.”

The words feel icy, goosebumps rising on your skin—with you barely recognizing the amber eyes looking down at you.

It was twisted, it was wrong, but one way or another—Denki Kaminari will keep you all to himself. 

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑! I do not own any of the characters or people mentioned in my work. these are works of pure fiction that do not reflect the views, opinions, or actions of any person, real or fictional. Furthermore, all characters I write for [thirsts, drabbles, fics, etc.] are aged up to 21 or older – they are adults with adult characteristics presented and written in adult contexts.

He waved his hand, telling everyone to leave him alone as a group of girls at the corner caught your eyes — making Sanzu and his men have to drag them out by their hair when they wouldn't budge.

Rindou hooked his arm around your knees, pulling you close to him as you rested your head against his chest, taking the upper three buttons off as your freshly manicured nails made a trail along his tatted chest.

"Thirty-thousand for this? My baby is either dumb and got scammed or trying to squeeze my money off."

He wrapped his hand around yours, pressing a kiss on your wrist as his eyes made contact with yours — trying to get an answer out of you.

Even though you moved out of his house, Rindou still let you have three of his cards to pamper yourself — each of them was for different occasions and as long as you didn't return them to him, he knew you were still his.

He believed you were playing around this whole time, still feeling upset when a stranger tried to make a move on him a year ago and he didn't brush her off.

You kept your lips tightly sewn, avoiding the older man's sharp eyes as his grip got tighter around your waist — pushing you to the limit as you straddled his hips, pressing your lips against his.

"You taste like alcohol, sugar."

"The guy I made out with is a heavy drinker."

Jealousy was a word Rindou never experienced before because he felt secure with your relationship with him — but your little game was his last straw and being nice to you was out of the topic now.

"Get on your knees now, whore."

He watched you climb off his lap, sitting in front of him like a good girl he taught you to be — feeling proud of himself for succeeding in molding you into his little doll.

Spreading his legs wide, you kept your hands close to you and unbuckled his belt with your mouth — taking it off slowly as you could see Rin was already getting impatient that his veins were visible around his neck and forehead.

Pushing down his boxer, you looked at his size in silence — always having many thoughts on how he would fit it inside you today when you knew that he would never give you time to adapt with it.

Shaking those thoughts off your head, you took his tip inside your mouth gently — feeling how heavy it was on your tongue, swirling it gently around his head before pushing it deeper into the back of your throat.

"Good girl."

He groaned, slipping his fingers between your hair and turning it into a makeshift ponytail — biting on his lower lip as your lipstick left a stain on his base (not that he was complaining though).

The combination of your tongue and moan was enough to drive him crazy, pushing him to his limit and giving him more high than any drug Sanzu could get for him — you were his only addiction and if you ran away again like before, Rindou might have to imprison you inside his expensive penthouse like what Mikey did to his wife.

One last buck against your mouth and he let out a thick string of cum filling up your mouth as you swallowed them without a complaint, looking at him with a pair of doe-like eyes that melted his heart the first time he met you.

"C'mere, sugar."

He took off your clothes and threw your expensive pair of underwear to the audience on the dance floor, watching them going wild and trying to grab one of the pair.

If there was something Rindou always enjoyed whenever he was with you, it was having people watching him pounding you hard — filling you up to the brim, making sure you kept everything to warm you up inside.

Rindou gripped your waist as he watched how you tried your best to fit it in as his tip was already making out with your cervix and yet, it was barely halfway inside.

"Need help? Here, lemme."

He placed both of your hands under your thighs spreading them open as he slammed his hips hard into your — a wide grin tugging on his lips, watching people taking pictures and videos of how your bare pussy was currently bullied by his thick cock.

Looking at him with red cheeks, you glanced at his hand and then your currently lonely clit — wanting him to pay it some attention as he let out a chuckle.

"You're really a whore, hm? Mine only, of course."

As if it was a threat, Rindou pinched your puffed up clit between his fingers — rubbing and rolling it with his hand as he could feel you were so close, wall pulsing and clenching on his cock, begging for it to fill you up, breed you and have every see you getting claimed by the one and only Haitani Rindou.

"I-I'm cummi—"

As if it was a cue, your raw pussy finally gave up and covered Rin's table with your sweet nectar — giving him a little bit of taste how much you had missed his voice, his touch, his cock.

As Rin noticed how tired you were, he asked one of his men to bring in a blanket — covering your shivering body with it before telling the rest to kill everyone who watched him fucking you.

he’d ask you such obscene things but you don’t even understand a single word that’s coming out of his mouth. “you want me to record you and show the boys that you’re my personal cockslut, don’t you?” you’d dumbly nod your head— agreeing to whatever kiyoomi says. he’s happy & contented— nothing is really inside of that pretty head of yours, is there? and the best part of it is that you’d barely remember any of it.

An abandoned cemetery, a perfect place to start the video. You make sure it’s recording, then start to walk through the old grass, getting closeups of any gravestones you can still read. “Look at these, the names are completely foreign to this area. French names, English names, but hardly any Romanian names,” you say to the camera, wiping some dirt off of one gravestone. “And a Japanese name, I guess,” standing back up, you take out your phone to flash a light on the stone, taking a picture of the headstone. Kuroo Tetsurō, is what it says, with the following words of him being a tourist who got lost and his body was never found. “I’m surprised they gave him a stone without a body, since he’s not from here,” mumbling to yourself, you don’t let it bother you as the video needs to continue.

Walking to the back of the cemetery, you come across what looks to be a gothic-styled church. “Oh, look at this! Gothic style didn’t begin until the late 1100s, dying out in the 1500s. Surprised they kept it for this long, since most churches now have been Westernized,” you own the camera around the entrance, moving to the side where you can only slightly see the decorum on the sides. “There are some flying buttresses around the side here,” you try to point to it in the camera, “which is a staple of Gothic architecture.”

Moving into the church, you expect to see the church much better. Looking out from in, you make sure to get a few moments of the stained glass, telling the future listeners that you’ll be going back over in the morning to see everything. Of course, you’re planning to spend the night, bringing a sleeping bag and some essentials for the night. As you continue to move over the items in the building, you brush your fingers over them as some have dust while others don’t. “Must be some other visitors, maybe someone homeless,” you then turn the camera to further in, noticing a shadow in the back. “Hello?”

“Is someone here?” A voice calls back, making you jump. He doesn’t sound tired, risen from slumber, nor old. A flickering light shuffles into frame, ruining the night-view on your camera. Although your camera can handle the light changes, the small light isn’t enough to switch it to daylight-mode, forcing you to flash your phone light to see the person. It’s a tall man, with spiky black hair and he’s wearing black clothing, with black boots and a red robe. “Isn’t it rude to enter people’s houses uninvited?”

“Well, I didn’t know you lived here, sir,” you shoot back, on the defensive. It’s an old church, who would call this place home? “I’m doing a video on architecture around the world, so I’m sorry for intruding,”

“Oh, one of them, are you? I’ve gotten a couple before, coming to look at the Gothic style in the 21st Century,” he nods, smiling, then crooks a finger towards him. “Come along then, I’ll let you explore and send you off,” he then looks to your large duffel bag, adding on. “Or let you rest here for the night. You’re probably tired after walking all that way,”

“Oh, really?! I’m not imposing?”

“Nonsense, I deal with kind explorers all the time. I’m sure you’ve seen them around in their own pictures and videos,” he talks as he walks, you following.

“I’ve never seen anyone cover this area,” you mention, continuing to use your camera. However, when you move towards the man, he moves out of frame. “Sorry,”

“I just don’t like pictures or videos of me. I like to be a mystery,” he shrugs, then gestures to the hallway. “Plus, don’t need me when you have this view,” he laughs as you turn to look at the hallway in awe, running your camera lens over the arches and ceilings. You begin to talk, explaining the importance of the interior to the style, how it differed, etc. The man also explains things, adding to your video.

All is well until he has you entering a certain room and you feel a prick on your side. “What the-” you drop the camera down, letting the man come to see if you’re okay. “I think something bit me,” after you say it, your legs feel wobbly. “Was it deadly?”

“There are dangerous bugs that like to hang out here, although I usually get rid of them. Let’s have you rest,” he says, guiding you to a bed. It’s been modified into a living space, and you notice the lack of dust or any animals. He then leans down, checking your eyes and pulse. “You look fine, just a bit weary. I’m sure some sleep will help,” he says, taking your camera from your hand. He sets it on a nearby table, then stands up. “I’ll go make some tea, I’ll try not to be long,”

“Wait! Don’t leave me! What if I die and you’re gone?” You plea, grabbing onto the robe. It feels more like a cloak, now, but you don’t focus on that too much with the burning in your side. “Can’t you stay until I sleep?”

“Oh,” he grins, turning back to you. “Oh, of course I can. Now just lay back and rest,” he encourages, pushing you down. You comply, laying down on the bed as he crawls next to you. The burn from your supposed bite simmers down, moving throughout your body as a certain kind of heat pools in your stomach. “Are you okay?”

“I— I think I’m fine,” you’re breathless as you say it, turning to look at him. “My, you’re handsome up close,”

“Well, thank you,” he smiles, moving his face closer to yours. You don’t move away when he presses his lips to you, nor when they’re so cold against your burning ones. His hand also caresses your side, where the sting began, but it doesn’t hurt. Taking your own hand, you move his between your legs, breaking the kiss. “So forward,” he mumbles.

“I’m.. I’m fine, but I need something,” you have a feeling you know what it is, but you can barely muster more than brief thoughts with the fire inside. Thankfully, he manages to understand, moving on top of you as he spreads your legs. The jeans you wore are suddenly too tight, your hands fumbling with the button and zipper to undo them. He helps, sliding them off and down, taking your panties with you.

“By the way, I feel like you should know my name is Kuroo,” he suddenly says, running his fingers over your thighs, “so you know what to scream in ecstasy,”

You can hardly think when you feel him sink his teeth into the flesh of your thigh, a gasp wracking your body as you fist the sheets below. It’s a pleasuring feeling, the fire from before even more desperate and aching while you just feel yourself eagerly waiting more. He doesn’t stop, continuing to press his lips to your skin and dig his teeth in, only rising your libido until all you can do is whine and beg for more.

“Don’t worry, I hear you,” he mumbles, moving his lips to your dripping pussy, pressing them there. He doesn’t use his teeth to tease or please now, thankfully, only his lips as he uses his fingers to spread your lips apart, baring your clit and clenching cunt to him. “My, you’re absolutely drenched,”

“I can’t— I can’t control it,” your tone is that of a whine, your body squirming as you can feel his breath on your hot skin. “Please, I need y-!”

“Patience is a virtue, as the saying goes, no?” He mumbles, pressing his lips to your clit before flicking out his tongue. It’s enough to have you sighing in bliss, hands moving to your sides to lift up your shirt. They roam, moving into his hair while he continues to give you small licks and gentle kisses, making you desperate for more as sensibility leaves you. All you can do is moan and whine as he takes his time, running his tongue over your pussy, swirling around your clit, and avoiding your clenching cunt.

When his lips move away completely, teeth digging into the flesh of your thigh once more, you practically scream for more, pulling on his hair. “Fuck,” he moans, moving his body up to mesh his lips with yours. In doing so, he also sinks sharp teeth into your bottom lip, making you let out a silent moan as he does, eyes rolling. He manages to undress himself while he’s kept you busy, easily sliding into you.

“Such a tight thing, so wet,” he chuckles darkly, moving his head to the crook of your neck, immediately starting a harsh rhythm. The rhythm has you sighing, running your hands down your body as they find your sensitive spots, rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh. Kuroo takes it upon himself to continue nibbling on you, increasing your pleasure as he slaps his hips to yours.

Each pump of his cock into you had stars filling your vision, mind clearing as his cock drags against your sensitive walls. Moving your hands to find his shoulders, he’s quick to pin them down, keeping you secured against the bed. At this point you can feel your release coming, squeezing him tightly as your legs wrap around him, locking as your back arches. A guttural groan leaves you, pushing your head into the pillows as you feel his teeth sink into another spot on your neck, the fog dispersing from your mind completely.

You’re not done, feeling your body go limp and turn weak as you feel another orgasm coming, your walls somehow even more sensitive than before. He’s getting close to, his cock throbbing inside of you while his hips falter every now and then, but his lips never leave your skin. It’s only when you feel his hips completely stutter to a stop, rutting against you while your legs lock tight around him again, keeping him against you does he finish. Filling you up, he sighs in content when he finally releases your skin from his lips, licking them as he removes himself from you.

“I feel.. so weak,” you mutter, eyes ready to shut. However, despite your tiredness, your mind manages to process something. Looking up at him, you bring a hand to his face, confusion laced in your brow and movement. “You’re so.. cold,”

“I know,” he grins, then reaches inside his robe or cloak, retrieving something that glints. It’s only when the sharp tip is revealed do you realize what it is. Attempting to thrash, you’re unable to as your body simply refuses to respond properly, barely moving. “You’re weak, but it’s okay, I’ll help you,”

Picking up your hand, he places the dagger in it, forcing you to watch in horror as you try to move away, to no avail. You notice how the metal glints, the religious symbolism on the handle, and your brain finally kicks everything into place. Unable to move or kick him off, you can only watch as he moves your hand to the side of your neck, pressing the blade in deep. “It was nice meeting you,” is the last thing he says, before you feel the burning pain of the blade slitting across your throat, blood spurting out as vital arteries are hit. Vision goes red before it goes black, your body turning limp as your hand falls, the blade slipping out and clattering to the ground.

Removing himself from your body, he tucks himself away as he picks up the dagger, careful to not touch the blade. Sheathing it under his cloak, he then picks up the camera, moving it to cover your entire body, getting an up close shot of your throat. He had quite a fill of your blood, but he could never drink a human completely dry, but it makes for a lovely mess. Moving down your body, he makes sure to end the video on an up close shot of your pussy, oozing his cum as your legs lay spread.

Don’t make them upset. Don’t make me upset. He didn’t specify what kind of entertainment you’d be offering to them, but the feeling of uncertainty was quickly replaced by humiliation and red hot embarrassment. Watery eyes occasionally flickering to the previous teammates of your brother, their cocks in their hands while you’re on your knees, scratched and burning from the rough fucking on the floor. Cheek pressed against the flooring, it’s cool against your hot skin, drool dripping from your slightly open lips, a puddle forming under it.

Shinsuke didn’t mind it, you’d clean up your own mess afterwards anyways. Although you didn’t know how much of a mess you’d make, seeing as the wetness between your thighs and cum oozing onto the floor was only from Shinsuke’s first load. He was good at making a complete mess out of you, his energy hardly spent by the time the only thing you can think about is how good you feel. Even as his hips snapped to slap into your skin, the stinging sensation of his brutal thrusts was almost just a memory as your mind focused on reaching your own end, craving release. A hand moving in between your legs was quickly smacked away, your whine following as Shinsuke held your hand in his own.

“Wandering hands get you punishments, don’t you remember? You know better than to disobey my orders,” despite drilling himself into your sopping cunt, his voice is at an even level and doesn’t betray him for a second. You, on the other hand, are not that controlled.

“Shin, plea- please!” Your tongue feels heavy as you plead for some more friction, desperate to have your own release. He doesn’t change his facial features, so you panic. “I’ll be good, I promise! Plea-”

“Shut up,” he growls out, pushing your head back onto the floor. “You’re just here for entertainment,”

“Why don’t you let us scratch that itch for her?” Atsumu’s voice reminds you of all the eyes on your body, your head snapping to see hes completely undressed himself. “I’d be happy to help,”

“I don’t see why not,” Osamu’s voice is next, him shedding clothing to match his brother. “It’d be better for us if we could have a taste, wouldn’t it?”

“I suppose so,” Shinsuke’s voice is low, as if he’s still mulling it over. He removes himself from you, your body falling limp against the floor before being picked up and placed in Shinsuke’s lap. In a moment, Shinsuke is inside your walls once more, fitting snugly as if he belongs there, your legs on the sides on him. “Time to put in the effort,” he whispers, hands kneading your breasts.

Osamu takes his position, on the floor as his mouth descends on your clit, making you gasp and buck all at once, leaving you to moan and let Atsumu push his cock into your mouth. The sudden intrusion had your eyes scrunching up as your tongue wandered around his cock. It wasn’t too long until you heard the shuffling of other clothes and the other members making their way to you. Eyes open to see Suna pushing his cock on your face, his phone in front of his face so you couldn’t see much. Aran was next, his cock falling on your face on the other side.

“Please them too, [Y/N],” Shinsuke ordered, fingers still tweaking your nipples as his lips pressed themselves behind your ear, a sensitive spot he found months ago. A mewl had you popping off of Atsumu, a hand moving to his and Aran’s cocks while your tongue flicked against Suna’s tip, eyes glancing up to see the camera still angled down at you. Behind the camera, you could see him smirking down at you, your cunt fluttering as you continued to look into the camera, taking him into your mouth and licking up the underside of him. Your hands continued to work on Atsumu’s and Aran’s cocks, but you had to tend to them with your mouth, too.

Pressing a kiss to Suna’s tip, you changed hand positions, having your mouth pressed to Aran’s cock. His hand found itself in your hair, gentle tugs as you struggled to take him all into your mouth. He’s big, much bigger than you expected, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as your eyes roll back, feeling Osamu flick his tongue against your clit before sucking on the nerves. Shinsuke wasn’t doing much of anything, the occasional kiss against your hot skin and his hands busying themselves with your breasts, but your legs were burning from the erratic bounces on his cock, desperate for friction inside.

The kept going, with your mouth alternating between the three men before you and hands tending to the ones left without a hole to fuck, Osamu keeping your cunt gushing with juices as his tongue works at your nerves. Shinsuke barely does any work, but he does occasionally rock his hips when your walls flutter around him, when Osamu sucks on your clit and sets your nerves on fire. It isn’t until Shinsuke is digging his fingers into your thighs, forcing you to move more on him to you realize they’re close to their own ends. With Shinsuke’s desperate, the others remove themselves from you while you bounce on his cock, moans freely spilling as your head is thrown back, cunt dripping with your own release and coating his cock.

With a low groan, Shinsuke forces all of him inside you once more, your legs twitching as clear fluid sprays against Osamu’s face, dripping onto the floor, as white cum fills your awaiting cunt. Hot cum paints against your face, the three men aiming to coat your face with their own seed. Suna captures each second, even as your eyes open, only to be out of focused and lidded, cum oozing onto your chest as your tongue collects some of the white liquid, tasting all of them.

“Now it’s my turn, Kita,” Osamu says, wiping your cum off of his face. Shinsuke pulls out of you, your mewls making their cocks twitch as you’re lain on the floor, cunt gushing with cum.

“Sit pretty for me, kitten, just like that, Daichi’s voice came from behind you. Sitting prettily, you obey his command and smile at the camera, your hands flat against the man’s chest. A shutter goes off and you get off the man, a frown replacing the smile. Slinking away from the scene so Daichi and Sugawara can deal with the man, you let Asahi wrap his arms around you, straddling his lap. The lack of clothing has his fact turning red, but you don’t mind. As long as he’s holding you, you’re satisfied.

Well now you’re bored.

Squirming on his lap, Asahi tells you to quit it. “Angel, please stop. It’s embarrassing,” he murmurs, but you whine. It’s inaudible to the three men behind you, but Asahi hears it loud and clear. “You’re making a problem,”

“I’ll take care of it. I’m a good kitty, right?” You whisper to him, pressing lips against his ear, making him jump a bit. “I deserve a treat after playing with a toy, don’t I? Want your big cock to fill me up, pretty please?” Big round eyes that flutter with lashes shine up at him, begging for attention. He sighs, a glance to his friends and coworkers before nodding, letting you take care of him. Eager to get on with your well-earned reward, your hands release his cock from the confines of his pants, pulling the boxers in such a rush. Asahi makes sure you don’t fall off his lap, eyes flicking between the scene beyond you and where your hands work to free him.

No hesitation, you’re immediately moving to position yourself over top of him, large cock nice and hard, easy to slip down on. A satisfying moan comes from your lips, pressed to Asahi’s as his hands grasp at the meat of your thighs and ass, helping you move. The rhythm is shallow, but he’s big enough to fill you out without much work, cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. Breaking from the kiss, you hook your chin over his shoulder, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as he helps your body move up and down on him.

“Looks like Asahi started the party without us,” Suga said, his smile a bit crooked. Not that you would know, but his tone of voice told you he probably sported it. Daichi came up beside his right-hand man and stopped in front of Asahi. “Couldn’t wait?”

“She didn’t want to,” Asahi mumbles, head sinking deeper into the crook of your neck. His hands don’t stop the rhythm, even though it’s slower now that his friends have noticed. You whine at that, wiggling your hips for more.

“Well, if she wants more, let’s get comfortable, shall we?” Daichi gestures with his hand the “studio” before them. Where the man was currently still tied up, begging for release and pleas that he’d do his job right. A quick retort from Suga has him shutting up, but you can still hear his cries. Asahi seems to agree, arms wrapping around you as he stands, your legs securing themselves around his waist.

This time, Suga has the camera in one hand, his cock in the other. Your arousal coats his cock, a dip in your drenched pussy before letting Daichi and Asahi have their go at you. The man is forced on his knees, watching as you take Asahi’s cock in your cunt and Daichi’s down your throat. Lewd moans come from you, your hips pushing back each time Asahi leaves only to push back in, afraid he’ll go away. Daichi’s singing praises to you, hand fisted in your hair as you choke around his girth, affectionately telling you how good you’re doing. One hand keeps you stable, but your other hand rubs circles on your clit at as your orgasm draws to a close, whines and mewls spilling from your lips until Asahi’s groaning, pushing all of his cock into you to coat your insides with his thick cum. Daichi’s low growl has your walls clenching around his friend, cum spurting down your throat as coating those walls in a similar fashion. Squelches come from below, Asahi rutting into you as you squeeze him and suck in every drop he offered to your awaiting cunt. Another shutter flashes, capturing the moment you had your own release.

They need one more picture, though.