#tw.spitting

Looking at the interior of his room, it seemed like Kai didn't bother to change anything inside here including his stack of plushies that sat down on his bed, looking at two of you with their bright beady eyes. "Oh, mamegoma!" You sweeped the small seal plushie into your arms, pressing your nose against its soft nose while laying down on Kai's bed, cuddling with the plushie you both got when visiting Japan for winter break.

Leaning his back against the door, Kai couldn't help but feel warm inside when he saw you laying on his bed in your sundress, cuddling with the plusie he first got for you—stating it as a pure, unadulterated image of you and wouldn't let anyone see this side of you except for him—your only best friend, your childhood sweetheart and the only one who will love you unconditionally; that's how he saw himself to you this whole time.

"I didn't bring you here to cuddle with it, though."

You were confused for a second because Kai put all of his plushies including the one you were holding into his closet, ignoring your protest as you whined into his back, wrapping your arms around his hips. "If you're that curious," he sighed, giving into you once again before taking your hand from his side and placing it over his length, moving your hand to palm his hard-on over his pants as a couple of small groans escaped from his lips.

Turning his back to see your face, Kai knew that it was impossible for you to hide your real feelings in front of him, looking shy even when he had fucked you into oblivion for months and made you squirt for few times in one night. Letting your hands go, you picked up the hint almost instantly and pushed your hand into his pants, trying to wrap your lithe fingers around his head before running your thumb over his slit, smearing the precum all over his length before he pushed you down to the bed.

Slipping your dress off your body, Kai smashed his lips against your and grabbed a handful of your hair, grinning into the kiss as you whined against his lips at the harsh treatment and dug your nails into his back. Pulling away from the kiss, Kai wouldn't lie that you looked so perfect on his bed and it made him wanted to ruin you even more.

Your messy tousled hair, slightly swollen lips, glistening eyes and bare body with nothing but his sheet to cover you were more than enough to make him forget about his jealousy of the middle born, smirking at himself because he knew that he was the only one who could enjoy this side of you whenever he wanted.

Not Choi Soobin, but Huening Kamal Kai.

"Why did you let that motherfucker kiss you?" He growled against your jaw, peppering kisses down to your neck and chest, leaving bite marks alone your collarbone while ignoring your pleads for him to stop, already lost when he took you inside his room.

Even though Kai was always possessive of you and always wanted both of you to be an item, you knew it would be impossible when the man on top of you was a notorious player and one who loves to leave once he got what he wanted. You knew it, from the way he started to play around with his first target, asking you to bring her to him before ditching her and taking his anger on you because she didn't feel right like when he was with you—only to find his next target and do the same thing to the poor girl, everything in the span of five days.

"Why not? He wanted it and I wanted it, too."

Kai didn't bother to reply you, knowing how you were good with words—just like how good you treated his heart, tearing it apart every time you helped him to find girls to sleep with, to forget his love for you before leaving them and fucking you against his sheet because it was the only thing that felt right to him.

Keeping someone who broke your heart wasn't worth it, but if it was you, Kai would do everything to keep you close until the day you left him for someone better. But, in his eyes, no one could top him when it's about loving you—especially not his friends who promised to help him to get close with you.

He was naïve and the moment he saw you on Soobin's lap, kissing his lips as if your best friend couldn't see you from the kitchen that was few meters away—he knew these guys wouldn't live up their promises and that meant he have to step up his game, making sure they knew you were only his and that would never change.

It was him who kissed you first during your sweet seventeen, taking you into your childhood room as both of your parents were busy talking to eachother about their current investments and stealing you away from his sisters when they both went to the kitchen for some snacks. Without any sign of guilt, he pressed your body against the door and held you by waist, rubbing small circles on your sides with a lazy grin.

"You shouldn't let a guy entered your room, sweetie."

"If it's you, I don't mind it."

You were always good with words, making him falling into your sweet trap before realising they were empty promises and false hopes once they reached his heart, disappearing with every girls he played on.

Cupping your cheek with his hand, Kai couldn't help but stare as half of your face almost get covered by him, smiling at the way you nuzzled against his palm and pressing kisses along it.

Everyone said all first kiss tasted like a sweet lie, but Kai thought it tasted like how he wanted it—you.

It reminded him the salty taste when he went to the beach where he met you first, the bitter taste of cigs when he taught you how to smoke and the sweet taste of your lips after stealing a bite of your birthday cake, smearing the sweet cream over his lips.

Your first kiss just tasted like how he liked you.

"Tell me," he breathed over your neck, hand cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointing finger, watching your expression changing every time he touched different part of you, "is he better than me?"

You shook your head, arching your back against the cool sheet while Kai pinning your hips down, pressing his knee between your legs and running them along your slit. "I asked you a question," he warned, putting more pressure on you before rubbing a circle on your clit, making your legs twitching and brain turning into a mush.

"No."

"Then, why did you kiss him?"

You knew Kai was always mean and rough, but this had crossed the line. Both of your legs had given up as he pushed them against your chest, leaning down to spit into your mouth and telling you not to swallow them before doing the same to your folds, watching your slicks dripping down with his spit.

"What a fucking whore, kissing my friend and then spreading her legs for me, on my bed."

He chuckled lightly, telling you to swallow it down and grinning when you did it. Pressing his tip against your entrance, he only pushed halfway inside you because he knew you still having a problem to take him as whole.

Giving a few light pumps, he knew it wouldn't be long before you break and begged for some more, not satisfied with the way you were treated. He pushed your legs more, tossing them over his shoulders and chuckling when you tapped his shoulder, saying 'too deep, too deep' and asking him to slow down after cumming four times all over his length—only to find him doing the other way and pulling out after making you squirted twice.

"Unless Soobin could fuck you better, I suggest you not to do it again in front of me."

How could Manjiro Sano dare?

That's what Izana Kurokawa was wondering as he watched his adoptive brother deliberately help you put on the pretty dress you wanted to wear on that trip to the movies with your college friends. You didn't seem to notice, but Izana noticed the way Mikey's fingers seemed to rub too hard on your shoulders and the straps of the dress close to your collarbones and breasts with the excuse of "fixing it”.

Izana was pissed off to the point that you could almost smell his jealousy and see gray smoke coming from the top of his head full of platinum hair. And Manjiro didn't seem to care and you didn't seem to notice because you were too busy paying attention to your other brother.

How could Manjiro Sano dare?

How could he dare to want to put his hands, his eyes on who was already Izana's?

Mikey lifted his eyes from the dress to stare at his adoptive brother over one of your shoulders while you were busy looking at yourself in the mirror and opened a cocky smile because he knew that Izana wanted to be in his place. He wanted to be the one to be helping you because silently a little competition had been set up between the two of them as to who could woo you the most.

Izana might have been the first person to teach you how to kiss someone and the first to put hands on parts of you that shouldn't be accessed by someone with even an indirect and tangible degree of kinship, but Manjiro was the only one who had your attention most of the time and that alone was enough to piss off your older adoptive brother, who faithfully believed that Mikey was unconsciously conditioning you to be his fuck doll when, in reality, everything he ever did or could do to you had been previously agreed upon between the two of you because he needed your verbal consent to feel less guilty about wanting you like that.

— Ready? — Manjiro asked, turning his gaze to you in the mirror's reflection and watching you nod. — D'you want me to pick you up in the afternoon? — Izana leaned forward, taking the soda he had been drinking and taking another sip of it.

— I don't think you need to. — You answered, turning away from the mirror and Mikey and looking at your adopted brother in the armchair in the room with a small smile. — What do you think, Izana-nii? — A shiver ran down his back as he heard you call him by that little nickname, he had trained you so well.

— You look beautiful, very beautiful! — He gave a gentle, rehearsed smile when he saw your eyes upon him, and seconds later you were placing a tender kiss on each of those two men's cheeks before you waved hand and left the room and the house carrying a bag to go meet your friends.

Izana and Mikey looked at each other for a few seconds before the younger one walked to the bedroom door and was stopped by the older one with an arm between his body and that exit.

— What are you... — Izana interrupted him with an irritated, but restrained, almost frighteningly calm tone.

— Stop. — Mikey looked at him as if he didn't know what he was talking about, and a wry smile appeared on the older man's lips. — Don't look at me as if you don't know what I'm talking about.

— Oh, but I really don't. Are you telling me to stop treating her like my little sister when that's exactly what she is? — Manjiro put one hand on Izana's arm and squeezed it gently. — Or are you telling me to stop putting my hands between her legs like you do?

— You don't... — Izana's voice died as soon as Mikey looked at him as if to say "Try me" and the older man couldn't tell whether he was lying or not.

— Ask her. — Manjiro retorted, moving his arm out of the way to walk down the hallway of the house and leave a fuming Izana Kurokawa behind.

And while your two step-brothers were busy arguing around the house while they were alone, you were too busy buying your movie ticket and laughing carelessly with your friends.

At the end of the movie, if Mikey and Izana were too busy calling each other stupid and disgusting and despicable, you were too busy wondering how it was possible for your friend not to realize how obvious the villain disguised as the good guy in the movie was from the beginning.

Minutes after the small group of friends had left the movies and the mall, you were on the way home checking to see if there were any messages from either of your two brothers asking if everything had gone well, if you were arriving and it was strange not to see any in the notification bar because usually they were always concerned about your well-being and you figured that maybe they had just been too busy. And it was okay, you were too big to have to answer to your older brothers, Izana told you that you were too big.

When you got home, the first person you met was Manjiro lying lazily on the couch in the living room, tinkering on his cell phone with the television as background sound and a lollipop between his lips. He saw you entering the house and locking the door, propped himself up on elbows and called you with one hand.

— I thought you weren't going to be here for another 30 minutes. — He said, taking the lollipop from his mouth and lifting it toward you.

— The movie was quite short, actually. — You let your tongue slip out between lips before taking a few short licks at the lollipop Mikey was offering you. — Wanna help me take a shower? — He looked from you to the television slowly before sliding the candy into your mouth and getting out of the sofa.

— No. — Manjiro gave a sarcastic smile before gesturing to the stairs leading to the floor of the house where the bedrooms and two different bathrooms were located. — But I would love to help you get dressed later. — Your thighs pressed against each other and before turning around, your hands returned the lollipop to your older brother's lips.

— I don't think I need any help getting dressed. — You replied, walking up the stairs to your own room and listening to Mikey's footsteps following you.

— But need help to take a shower? — He answered, finishing eating the candy between his lips, holding the door to your room open as soon as you entered it and immediately going to sit on the edge of your bed.

Manjiro knew what a pearl he had in the house and let you bring him into your word game whenever you wanted. He knew how this would end, but today there was little time as Izana was only out of the house for brief minutes doing something that Mikey didn't care to ask what it was.

You walked slowly towards him before sitting on one of his thighs with your dress riding up and being held up by Manjiro's hands and panties starting to get soaked rubbing against the rough fabric of the pants he was wearing.

— I didn't just want you to help me take a shower, I wanted you to help me to satisfy my longing for you. — You whispered, squeezing Mikey's shoulders as you felt him begin to kiss your neck.

— Hm? — Manjiro raised his eyebrows and began to move yours hips back and forth, helping you to ride his flexed thigh. — Show me how much you missed me then and make yourself cum for me. — You looked up at him with a little pout on lips and began to really move the body against his.

— I wanna... — You gasped as you felt his stiff hand fall against one side of your ass in a weak slap. — Your fingers inside me. — You batted eyelashes rolling against Mikey's thigh and letting moans fall from your lips in a taste of the pleasure beginning to overwhelm you.

— I don't think I can give you everything you want without getting anything in return. — He forced you faster against his thigh until the arousal coming out of your entrance began to wet even your thighs and the fabric of his pants, legs beginning to tremble and head falling back as you stared at the wide open door. — If you make a mess for your favorite brother, I can give you more than just my fingers. — You gasped, trying to rest hands on his shoulders for more support and to get better hip thrusts with his thigh.

The only person who stood to gain from the stupid competition between Izana and Manjiro was you. And you loved to be spoiled, to be their little princess, to be the only one who got twice as much pleasure as a good girl, as a good puppy.

Mikey had to do absolutely nothing to get you off using only his thigh, while he forced you out of a comfortable position as a pillow princess, the other older adoptive brother of the two of you let you be this. That's why you didn't want to let go of either of them, they were good using your body on different days and ways.

— Manjiro-mhm, can I...? — You asked, thinking that you heard the sound of the front door of the house being opened and then being knocked onto the bed by Mikey.

— Lemme see if you deserve it. — He answered by spreading your legs and pressing two fingers against your swollen clit, still covered; and then the sound of footsteps downstairs was heard and a small chuckle escaped your stepbrother's lips above your body. — Why don't you call Izana up here, hm? — You choked on your own saliva and put one hand over your mouth as the fingers on your clit applied more pressure and the knot at the bottom of your belly tightened. — Why not? Are you afraid he'll be angry with you? He'd never be mad at his slutty princess. Call him out.

But you didn't have to call Izana because when the sound of Mikey's voice upstairs was heard, he was already halfway there and as soon as you two were caught in the act his younger adoptive brother was removing his own clothes and yours just to set the scene as if you had already done more than just riding his thigh.

Manjiro was right, in the end, Izana wasn't mad at you, no. In fact, the first thing Izana did when he stopped at the bedroom door and saw that lewd, shameful situation was to run his attention down your naked body until he reached your glistening, leaking pussy and ran tongue over his lips.

Just then Mikey slid his hand down your crotch to slap your clit twice and rub it to have you squirming, you moaned at the same time his older adoptive brother grunted approaching slowly with eyes still fixed on the middle of your open thighs.

When Izana approached, you cringed in fear of what he would do and all he did was grab your chin and pull you in for a kiss, as if he still wanted to make it clear that you were more his than anyone else's.

— What? Are you jealous? — Manjiro asked Izana with hands resting on your thighs keeping them apart from each other and eyes fixed on your leaking entrance before turning his attention to his older adoptive brother. — I think she likes me better, look how she is leaking 'cause of me after just a few slaps on her pretty clit.

Izana raised one eyebrow with a mocking laugh before aggressively bringing the hand that was previously on Y/N's chin up to the younger adoptive brother's neck, pulling him closer with a serious look.

— You should be more careful what you say to me, have you forgotten that I'm the oldest here? — Izana spat out the words looking from you to Mikey; it was as if the two of them were having a fight over dominance of the situation since neither wanted to give up letting the other take the reins while you lay back with chest heaving up and down and head buzzing violently without breath after Izana and Mikey almost had pushed you into an orgasm without even touching you properly.

As Manjiro's adoptive brother's fingers tightened more around his neck, you watched his cock twitch slightly and one hand of his clamp around Izana's wrist. The older brother's eyes slid down the younger's body and as soon as they came to rest on his shaft leaking precum, a sneering, debauched smile was drawn.

— You two are two sluts in heat. — Izana whispered, tilting his face further and staring at Manjiro, with cheeks gradually flushing, who leaned in the opposite direction from his foster brother. — You, Manjiro, are a painslut, and you, pretty girl... — His lilac eyes fell on your panting figure with trembling legs. — You’re a cumslut.

A small moan escaped between your lips before the white haired man turned away from Mikey with a hand still around his neck and brought the face closer to yours, taking your chin between fingers and pulling you forward.

— Open. — Your mouth immediately obeyed the order and Izana's tongue let a trickle of saliva fall onto yours. — Swallow. — You obeyed, feeling your saliva mix with his before swallowing it. — What do we say? — Shame burned within you as you noticed Manjiro's gaze on the two of you.

— T-Thank you, Izana-nii. — A satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

— You're such a smart girl, princess. — Izana spoke before turning back to look at Mikey. — And you? What are you waiting for, hm? On your knees. — He put his younger adopted brother in front of your legs again and, after releasing Manjiro's neck, held them open with you looking away in embarrassment at being exposed like this. — Lick her, I wanna see her as a drooling mess before I fuck her dumb.

And that is exactly what Mikey did with the tip of his tongue initially teasing just your clit before sinking between your folds.

Your hands desperately gripped Izana's arms holding your legs open and head fell against his shoulder while his fingers were busy tangling themselves in Manjiro's hair between your thighs to force his face further against your pussy. It was almost as if he wanted to see his brother suffocating between your wet folds and the other man on the other hand was happy at the thought of doing that.

You were already so close to cumming because of the events prior to your adoptive brother's arrival that your own hips were forcing themselves against Mikey's mouth and it was a beautiful sight to see you with back arched, toes curled, mouth open desperately trying to pull in more air and eyes rolling upwards as your body surrendered to a desperately ravishing orgasm. And your lips let that name slip away. That one. Izana Kurokawa's, not Manjiro Sano's.

And Izana literally almost came at that very moment and Mikey pulled away from your cunt before lifting his body with fingers sinking inside your wet hole and his lips catching yours in a dashing kiss.

— Man-ahn-jiro! Stop, I can't– — You gasped and when legs tried to close, your adopted older brother continued to hold them open and it was literally the first time you saw them cooperating with each other when it came to you.

The wet sounds of Manjiro's fingers going in and out of your pussy made your two brothers moan loudly and they both desperately knew that they needed to get inside you soon, having you leaking with white cum was literally the only thing present in both of their minds. And even though he was as desperate as possible, Mikey kept fucking your cunt with his fingers until he had your body spasming violently again and his palm completely wet with your squirts.

Soon after that those same fingers were inside your mouth with you sucking on them while Izana busied himself with removing his own clothes.

— Don't you dare call his name again when I am between your legs. — Manjiro spat in your direction as he took the digits out of your mouth. — Or I'll make you suck me off 'til your jaw hurts. — And your only response was to try to wheeze out a coherent sentence with little moans, you were already a complete mess.

— You shouldn't make that kind of promise to her. — Izana replied, manhandling your body until your bottom was off the bed and your top was still on the mattress. — She likes to be treated like a slut and called a princess. — He looked up to face Mikey before taking your legs and putting them around his hips.

— I don't... — You tried to start to speak, only to be interrupted by Manjiro's fingers invading your mouth again.

— You shouldn't intervene in your big brothers' conversations, you should just take whatever we give you as a good girl. — Mikey whispered watching you groan around his digits and have more pre-cum escape from his dick.

Izana ran his cock between your folds over and over again not caring much about the whimpers coming out of your lips and being muffled by those fingers.

In the end, in fact, they were both enjoying themselves with you squirming beneath them, desperately wanting to be fucked and only thinking with your own cunt.

— Isn't my slutty babe cute? Wanna borrow her? — He said to Mikey, who grinned mischievously, not taking his brother seriously; they had played this game before.

— I thought we were already doing this. — Manjiro replied with his other hand squeezing yours tits and his eyes on Izana's cock that was too close to your face.

But there was barely time for you to bend over and lick at least the tip of it because Izana grabbed you around the waist and slid it into your tight pussy, making you arch your body completely and moan from the overstimulation as several "Izana-nii", "I c-can't", "please" escaped your mouth.

— Look at the way she squirms when I thrust. — Izana came completely out of you only to sink between your folds again and have you squirming with eyes rolling up.

Your walls widening to accommodate him as best you could and saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth because of Mikey's fingers holding it open for seconds before they went to keep your legs open for Izana.

— I was going to stifle her moans, but aren't they so good to hear? — Manjiro whispered with eyes going from your stuffed pussy to your fucked out face.

For the next few minutes the two of them literally went over and over to use your wet hole, holding you sometimes by the waist and sometimes by the hips as your pussy was fucked so fast it gave you no chance to feel empty.

Your loud moans reverberating around the room and probably bothering the neighbors, mouth smeared with saliva from both Mikey and Izana because of the kisses they had both given you during the long minutes they had been busy fucking you into oblivion.

When Manjiro tried to pull out of your heat, Izana grabbed him by the neck forcefully and gave him a cocky smile before leaning down to get a better look at his younger adoptive brother's flushed, panting face.

— Feel free to cum inside her, she doesn't mind. — Izana looked at you. — Right, pretty girl? — And you, paying no attention to what he was saying, desperately nodded, too busy chasing your own orgasm again. — Lemme make this easier for you. — His hands kept your legs spread wide apart as Mikey pounded inside you. — Shoot your cum nice and deep, I love to see cum leak out of her pretty pussy.

With a loud twitch against your sensitive walls and a strong thrust, Manjiro ended up cumming deep inside you and throwing his head back in pure pleasure amplified by your cunt swallowing him even more, as if it didn't want to let go.

It was the first time he finished inside and it was the first time you saw him look at you with that look. That look of someone who is pussydrunk and wanted to keep fucking you until you both collapsed into a heap of sweaty, tired bodies.

But then Izana pulled him back, ordered him to stay on the bed until he regained his breath completely and held your legs open for him and entered your cunt completely smeared with a mixture of fluids.

What a messy scene.

The movements of the older adoptive brother of you two as erratic as Manjiro's, one hand of his around your neck and the other rubbing your swollen clit.

— Fuck~ — Mikey hissed looking at the way your body moved up and down because of the movements beneath you. — She’s such a good slut, taking all we can give as a good girl, as a good little sister, I could fuck her for hours just to see her struggling to take it all. — Izana let out a slight gasp of laughter.

— I know, right? She's just a cumslut at the end of it all.

And with a loud moan from you, they knew you were cumming again and Mikey held your body until Izana finished spurting his hot cum into your tight pussy and finished completely breeding you.

You felt so full that your mind could barely pay attention to anything other than the heaps of liquid escaping your entrance in thick fillets as your adoptive brother pulled out of you and Manjiro slapped lightly over your clit and spread your abused folds.

A glacier hammered into two perfect blue gems encompassed how chilling his stare was. Seeing you totter, tailing behind Koko akin to a lost puppy having chosen its lucky owner had his knuckles turning paper white at the sight enough to cut finger pads. And that sweet, sweet, smile you threw at the oblivious Kokonoi Hajime had him sinking his teeth into his lower lips, close to drawing blood. And at this very moment... Inui Seishu would rather kill his childhood friend than lose you.

Because how could he compete with the man whom you were completely enamored with to the point you were acting like a fool?

Inui caught himself plotting numerous ways on how to kill off his childhood friend without arousing suspicion—especially from you who always seemed to find ways on getting Koko alone. And really, he was disgusted at himself for imagining it. What were you doing to him? How could he be harboring ill wishes for his longtime friend? It wasn’t Koko’s fault why you were infatuated with him—wait, perhaps it was yours…

Perfectly flawed and chasing the shadows of his dead old love, Koko was not the ideal man to be with. Especially now that he had new companions who were used to cheating the law and dealing with the devil, yet here you were… still wishing he would look your way for once—to give you a single chance of loving him and earn his love in return.

It was unfair. He found you first, waltzed into his life to apply for the job behind the cashier since having two hands wasn’t enough to man the shop anymore since the other owner had passed. Day by the day, he found his gaze lingering on your bubbling form whenever customers were around. Alone time wasn’t scarce and just when Inui thought things were going smoothly, Koko just had to enter into the scene.

And seriously, Inui should pity you instead of being pissed at your stupidity for dreaming a dream more impossible than Icarus flying into the skies.

“Inupi, you okay?”

Pupils literally shining at the sight of his childhood friend turned to Inui, wondering what made Koko glance up from his phone noisy due to the numerous notifications popping up once every minute brought by his busy nature. The blond, momentarily, forgot how to breathe when your irises locked with his. Heart hammering in his chest, it almost hurt. When did he start feeling this way for you—he can’t recall… Just as he can’t remember when you fell for the aloof Bonten executive who barely had the time of day to entertain you whenever he came to the shop.

“I’m fine, Koko—”

“The pencil…” Following the stare of his old friend, Inui blinked at the broken object in his hands, cleanly split into two. Surprised at his own obliviousness, your boss was quick to dispose of the victim of his simmering jealousy into the bin. “Are you really fine?”

“Yeah…”

He should really pity you… because while Icarus, no matter how brief, was able to take flight. You, on the other hand—an angel who refused to fly anywhere else without Koko—was stuck to the ground amongst others.

And as he watched you from afar—still trying to make Koko talk to you rather than clipped responses—Inui figured he should cut those wings of yours before your feet had a chance to kiss the ground goodbye and leave him behind.

He hates goodbyes.

However, he wished you didn’t share the same sentiment when you woke up in a strange bed in a strange place—thrashing about and begging to go. Panic coursing through your veins, heart pounding in anxiety and fright. The lamp at the corner was the only source of light in the musty basement Inui kept you in. Wrists and ankles are tied together by a rope to keep you from escaping.

A butterfly trapped in a jar, you were. Beautiful despite the tears, smudged mascara, and snot on your pretty face. Sitting on the wooden chair across from you, impassive at your cries to be set free, Inui Seishu was impressed at the turn of events. Dominos toppled over the other in a meticulous and successful manner, leading up to the day of your capture and hiding you in his home.

What set the plan in motion? You were to blame, he mused. All on you. He was content in watching you from a distance until Inui’s patience snapped like the thin pencil he held in his hand that day and for similar reasons—of seeing you openly flirt at Koko, as if he wasn’t in the room, glaring from where he sat. But what had his blood running cold was the uncharacterized action of Koko returning your attempts with a smirk on his lips, as if he didn’t purposefully have you dangling at the end of a string. A date was what his friend brought to the table—Inui Seishu was convinced he was about to pass out with all the blood rushing up to his head in undiluted wrath.

A huge smile adorned your pretty features, making Inui wish he was the person receiving your smile, instead of Koko. And he had enough.

“Inupi, w-why are you doing this?” you sobbed, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as he got up and approached you. Face free of any emotion that may giveaway what he was thinking or plotting to do. Still, it was worth trying to persuade him to set you free—even negotiate that you’ll forget this all happened and move on back to the normal rhythm of life. But of course, he doesn’t entertain the suggestion.

“Isn’t it quite obvious, you slut?” Forcing you to stare into his cold icy irises by grabbing your jaw, Inui squeezed your cheeks until your lips were puckered. “Testing my patience and flirting in my shop—did you enjoy shaking your ass at Koko? Practically wagging your tail when he asked you out, huh?” Fingers reaching up to your hair, they immediately fisted the strands and pulled. An audible gasp escaped your lips, glossy eyes wide in fear.

“Please, let me go—”

Tug.

“P-please!”

Tug.

“Have m-mercy!”

“Maybe this isn’t clear enough, but you’re staying down here until you realize that you should love me. Not Koko or any other bastard you could bat your eyelashes at. Think you could do that, angel?” Wincing at the hurt expression etched on your face, Inui clicked his tongue. He didn’t mean to hurt you. If you only fell in love with him, you wouldn’t be in this situation at all. Yes, this was all your fault to begin with. Inui did nothing wrong but love you. “Does it hurt? I’m sorry, but I would never do this if you just keep quiet—”

“I-I will… just please—please don’t kill me.”

“Kill you? No way, why would I do that to the person I love?” Shooting you an incredulous stare, he shook his head. “Take responsibility—that’s what you should do. And since you interrupted me, how about we work on that now, huh?” Gripping your jaw again, he nodded at your lips. “Open up.”

Doing as you're told, you watched in silent horror as Inui parted his lips, a glob of saliva dropping into the flat surface of your tongue.

“Swallow.”

You swore as you were forced to drink his taste, tears glistening as it rolled to the back of your throat, Inui Seishu looked like he saw heaven’s gates opening before him.

“Good girl. Now, if you listen to me well, I’ll let you go… How’s that sound?”

You shouldn’t have dealt with the devil—should’ve known it was a lie. He was mad—fucked in the head. Completely unforgiving as he tore apart the dress you bought for your date with Koko similar to how he plucked your wings, ensuring your eternal stay in damnation such as he. Ears deaf to your soft sobs, fists banging on his chest helplessly as he had you pinned on the mattress he prepared lying on the ground. All you had to do was sleep with him and pretend he was your love, that was all he wanted and you’ll be set free. Hanging onto that hope alone, you paused on your struggles and let him in as lovers do.

What a naive girl you truly are.

Pale blues intently drinking the sight of your tears hitting the mattress as he undid the ties to your legs, spreading them wide open to accommodate him. Erection pressing against your trembling thighs, the slacks of his coveralls thin enough for you to feel. It didn’t take long for him to be tantalized by the sight of your folds, dipping a finger that urged a whimper out of you. He could get drunk at the scene itself, especially how you tasted sweet against his tongue and the melodic moans you tried to hold back. And the instant searing heat that had his eyes rolling back as he sunk into you, relishing at the clenching walls. You cried out at the thick cock splitting your folds apart, cheeks dusted with pink at the humiliating sound of it welcoming him in. Slick and his pre-cum coating the warm muscles.

“What? Wish this cock inside your clenching pussy is Koko’s?” Rutting hard that had you choke out a groan, Inui’s fingers were digging deeper into your hips, sure to leave his marks on your flesh akin to the ropes marring your wrists. “Don’t be stupid. There’s no fucking way—ah—I’ll have my girlfriend’s cunt take any other cock than mine.”

Strands of blond brushed your cheeks at every thrust, parted lips pink after kissing you silly and those uncaring blue irises wild with lust. That angelic face and hair akin to a halo didn’t match the devil’s soul in him. Mad with ecstasy and want, moaning unabashedly at your tight cunt. And when you came, spasming underneath him and screaming at the blinding bliss, Inui instantly cummed.

“That’s my good girl.”

Yes, what a naive girl you truly are to think he’ll still let you go after having a piece of heaven. Every day—morning, after work, and before bed, he had you pressed against anything. From the mattress, a chair, a table, or even the basement’s floor, Inui pistoned his hips, bent on molding your cunt into the shape of his cock. Crying yourself to sleep was the only remedy you found for being trapped for so long you’ve lost count of the days. Gone were the prayers of being found, escaping, or even Koko discovering what his friend has done to you.

Still, there was a glimmer of hope remaining, no matter how little it was. And the first time the blond took you out, letting you see the surface again, you were sure you could outrun him… Until he had your legs tied up before situating you into the car, cool air of the AC blowing into your bare thighs and pussy. The whole drive to the bike store consisted of you moaning on the car seat, Inui’s free hand fingering your clit while the other was on the wheel. Tears of embarrassment form in your eyes, heart pounding at the idea of getting caught or seen through the tinted windows.

“Be good and stay still,” Inui ordered once the vehicle stopped in front of the establishment. Memories of working there, seeing Koko, and just leading a normal life seemed distant now as you sat there in silence. Just as Inui got out, having taken what he needed, the familiar silhouette of Koko appeared and approached his childhood friend. From where you are, you could hear them converse. The temptation to roll down the window and scream for help screeched to a halt upon seeing the wrench in Inui’s hand.

“Inupi, have you seen [Y/N]?”

“Is that all you wanted to ask when you asked me to meet you here on a Sunday?”

“What? Of course not, just curious.”

Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants, Inui scoffed, “Probably skipped town, I suppose. She quit without notice.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. I actually came here to tell you about this businessman I became acquainted with. Knows a lot about motorcycles and stuff.”

Watching them, dread had you frozen on the spot. The sudden urge to take you out of the basement, him driving here and meeting Koko—no, there’s no way he’ll kill his friend… right? He wouldn’t do that… not in front of you and certainly under broad daylight. He wouldn’t!

“Why are you crying, angel?” Blinking up at Inui’s concerned eyes, you realize you have been crying out of panic at the thought of Koko dying. The sight of you sobbing for his friend left a bitter taste in his mouth, the smile he had on his face as he bid Koko farewell was wiped away, quick to drive the car to a nearby abandoned building. The second he pulled out the car keys, Inui got out and walked to your side of the car. Impassive was his expression upon opening the door, staring down at you with those chilling blue irises. The wind was knocked out of your throat, your face was pressed against the car seat, ass in the air, and pussy taking his cock out in the open. Maybe if the building next door wasn’t closed for the day, countless people would’ve seen and heard you moaning into the leather material as Inui pounded into you. Ashamed by your cunt wet with arousal at getting fucked out in the open.

“Shedding tears—fuck—for a man who doesn’t love you? Get over it, angel. You have a loving—shit, ah—boyfriend right here ready to blow your back. All you got to do is fucking ask! W-want a baby? I’ll give you one. Bet you’d like that? Tell me, do you want a baby, angel?”

“‘N-nupi, e-enough! I’m gonna—fuck!”

“No, no—shh, I’ll take care of us, okay? Don’t be scared, angel. I’m only doing this so you wouldn’t leave me. You won’t leave your boyfriend, right? You’ll be such a good mom.” A hard thrust that had him spilling his thick semen had you creaming around his cock, choked moans filling the air. “Did you just cum hearing that? You dirty girl.”

— You sure? — Yuzuha looked at you without taking you too seriously.

— Definitely! — You answered, nodding the head positively more than three times just to emphasize the decision, and Yuzuha looked from you to Chifuyu and Hakkai still not taking you seriously and the second one huffed.

— Y'know, Y/N, you don't have to go with us just to... hm, look cool and all that. We know you don't like that kind of thing very much. — Hakkai shrugged and you sipped from the glass of soda whose can was being shared between you and Chifuyu.

— What? — You replied, pretending not to know what he was talking about. — It's not that I "don't like it", I've just never been to a straight one.

— Yeah, we know, you're just too perfect a girl. — Chifuyu answered by looking at you with a pleasant smile and you understood that he wasn't making fun of you, just telling the truth. — That's why Yuzuha is wanting to make sure you want to go, you've never been to a party like this so you don't know how bad it can get. Last year even the police came to the place 'cause of... — He tried to remember the reason, but just shrugged it off. — I dunno, I can't really remember.

— I know you guys are worried about me, I know, but if I never go to one, there's no way for me to know that I don't really like it. — Yuzuha frowned, drumming fingers on the table shared between the four of you in the cafeteria, and took a deep breath before answering.

— You sure? — And then you let out a dry, unfunny laugh.

— Yes, absolutely, I wanna go.

— Let Mikey know later then, Hakkai. — Yuzuha answered her brother, elbowing him suggestively in the ribs. — Tell him there's one more in the group.

Her brother raised his eyebrows in agreement and a few minutes later, when the subject of the Halloween party in Roppongi had already been partially forgotten, the two Shiba siblings apologized for having to leave early, they claimed they "had to take care of some things at home" and it was probably something involving their troublesome older brother whom you knew only by name.

You were the only one left, with your half-soda glass still on the table with the old ice cubes now melting and fusing with the liquid, with Chifuyu, who occasionally looked at you out of the corner of the eyes as if he wanted to say something but lacked the courage.

— What?

— Nothing, I was just thinking. — Chifuyu shrugged. — About why you suddenly wanted so badly to go to a party full of gang members and, y'know? Some worse people.

— Why are you all allowed to go and not me? Even Yuzuha goes and I don't, you're not being very fair. — You replied, taking another sip of your soda.

— Don't take this the wrong way, Y/N, but you're too nice. Look at you. — His eyebrow arched suggestively. — Yours clothes look like they came off some moodboard on cottagecore tumblr, you're like... I don't know, like a lil' flower that needs to get some sun every day or will die. — Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you looked at Chifuyu for a few seconds before turning the gaze to the soda again.

— And?

— And I wasn't really up for babysitting at this party, even though I really like you. Draken probably won't be up for it either, so you were gonna have to fend for yourself there.

— But I can manage on my own. — You replied with a shrug of yours shoulders.

— Yeah, I see. — Chifuyu let out a nasalized laugh. — You have a magnet in your brain that attracts troublemakers. — Your frown creased.

— You don't have to worry about me, Chifuyu, I'm serious. I want you to enjoy the party as much as I do. — Your cell phone vibrated and through the notification bar yours eyes saw a message from Manjiro with a simple: "Are you serious?”. — Also, d'you already have a costume?

— They don't wear costumes to this party, the "Halloween" in the name is just an excuse so they can fuck up without bearing the consequences. — He answered with a shrug. — It's more like dressing up in darker clothes, in a more... Nancy Downs from The Craft vibe. — Your head nodded in agreement as Chifuyu picked up his cell phone and checked the time. — Let's go too, I'll take you back to your place.

You left by one side of the table and waited for him at the front door of the cafeteria, where Chifuyu gave you his arm to hook one of yours in and you gladly accepted.

Then you both had to stop walking more than five times until you got to your house because both you and he wanted to bend down to pet every cat and dog that passed by or was abandoned on the sidewalk.

— See ya Saturday? — You asked as you opened the door to your house with the keys and looked at your friend over one shoulder.

— I hope so, but you can always change your mind about the party. — Chifuyu raised his eyebrows and you denied it with your head.

— This time you won't be able to convince me, sorry, Fuyu. — You replied with a tired smile.

— It's worth a try sometimes. — He shrugged and waved his hand. — See you Saturday, yes.

For the rest of the week you were anxious for the weekend to arrive and almost every day your mother would come home to your rumpled closet in your bedroom.

You barely had what to wear for the day, and it was kind of embarrassing to arrive at that kind of party in a light-colored flowered dress or one with a small heart print, so on Thursday it was decided that you and your mother would buy an outfit that was a little more appropriate just for the occasion.

"Do you like that one?"

"No, too clingy."

"How about that one?"

"I think it is too short?"

"What about this one?"

"Is that latex?"

"Okay... what about this one? What d'you think?

"It looks kind of like... those women who work 'at night'..."

It was a difficult afternoon, more for your mother than for you.

Your fashion sense seemed to be more demanding than usual and in the end, the outfit of choice was a mid-grey ensemble of blazer and not-too-short skirt and a plain, unprinted, basic black blouse underneath.

The only problem was that the blazer was closed at the top by a rather large dark colored bow and you decided that you would use that stuff to tie up your hair for the day.

And then Friday went by so fast that it felt like sand trickling through your fingers.

During the whole Saturday you barely ate properly, barely managed to distract yourself, brain too focused on when Chifuyu would come to pick you up, probably accompanied by your other friends.

At 6:39 PM the doorbell rang and you almost ran down the stairs to answer the door, barely giving the blond boy time to finish knocking it three times. Your breathing partially ragged as your entire group of friends practically looked you up and down and you opened a bright smile when you saw that just about everyone was there, except for Hinata, Takemichi and the Kawata twins.

— You look... — Yuzuha started to speak.

— Cute. — Chifuyu cut her off in mid-sentence waving to your mother inside the house excitedly. — Madam, I'll bring your girl back safe and sound before midnight! — He shouted so that she could hear him from outside the house.

— I hope so, Matsuno. — Your mother answered promptly, waving back.

— Are we going on motorcycles? — You asked Chifuyu.

— Uh-uh. — He denied, giving you one of his arms to hook one of yours there the same way you two had done earlier in the week. — It's a lil' tricky to get there by motorcycle 'cause there's nowhere to park properly, so, we'll take the subway and then the rest of the way there we'll walk. — You nodded.

— I thought you were joking when you said she was coming with us. — Kazutora looked at you in surprise.

— Everyone else did. — Yuzuha replied. — But our little flower is growing. — You swallowed slightly embarrassed.

— Actually, I was just a lil' curious...

For the rest of the way you all kept talking in isolated conversations that would eventually form a noise of different voices, so much so that at the second subway station you all passed and were already inside a train car an older lady asked you to "keep it down" and practically everyone, with the exception of Mikey and Kazutora, spoke a little quieter, which obviously didn't last long.

When your feet stepped out of the subway car and eyes viewed the surroundings, you had the impression of being in another Tokyo.

The subway station there was less crowded, less well lit and seemed to urgently need pruning of the trees that decorated the almost completely deserted street outside the station.

— C'mere. — Yuzuha raised her hand in your direction and you accepted it as you climbed the stairs leading out of the station. — Don't be too far from us here, ‘kay? It's kind of dangerous. — She said, letting go of your hand and going back to stand between Hakkai and Mitsuya while Chifuyu and Mikey stood by your side guiding your steps through the twisting and winding streets of an underworld Tokyo that you didn't know.

Until you all came to an area half full of undergrowth and you watched practically everyone just walk past the curb and keep walking into the thicket and stood there watching them for a few seconds.

That place looked anything but inviting or safe. And only God knew what kind of people were waiting for you just beyond the curb of that barely removed street.

— Y/N? — Chifuyu turned back to look at you worriedly, thinking that you had been hurt or something by the lack of noise coming from where you should have been.

— Hm? — Reality slumped around your shoulders and you swallowed hard, remembering that you had asked to go there and there was no time to turn back. — Oh, I'll be right there, I was just tying my shoelaces... — Yours eyes lowered to a glimpse of your black mid-calf boot that didn't have laces, but a zipper. — Anyway, I'm coming! — You ran in the direction of the group that continued to advance into the woods and eventually found yourself further and further away from the street.

— This way. — Chifuyu called you to the right without stopping walking.

At a certain point, your feet began to hurt and pace gradually slowed. Yuzuha was busy talking with Mitsuya, Hakkai and Mikey and you didn't want to disturb Chifuyu, who was busy with Draken and Kazutora.

Slowly you began to get dangerously too far away from the whole group, but even though you struggled to walk a little faster, your feet refused to walk more than at a minimal speed because of the pain in their soles.

"What the fuck...", you thought irritably watching Chifuyu's back moving further and further away through the woods, although you could still hear their footsteps.

Until the low sound of a heavy shoe sole coming down against small stones, which in the deadening silence was amplified, came from behind where you were standing.

And not from the front.

Your breath caught in the middle of the throat, drier than a desert, and you didn't even realize that you were now walking with the back turned forward in the direction the rest of the group should be, eyes glued to the uneven thicket that was beginning to close in again as there was nothing human or solid to push it away and hold it open.

Your brain thought of screaming for anyone, Yuzuha, Chifuyu, Manjiro. Anyone.

But as your feet fumbled to keep you upright on that uneven path, the less your concentration focused on a way to reduce the damage from whatever was theoretically following you.

And then ears heard the sound of something breaking, followed by a silence as deep as a black hole.

And then another sound of rustling leaves.

It wasn't just one thing, someone was walking through the underbrush with you.

Now you could no longer hear the footsteps of Chifuyu, Kazutora and the others.

It was you, your fear and heart beating fast against the chest almost to the point of piercing your ribs.

Your ears picked up another sound of shoe soles and it was inevitable that you wanted to turn the back on the threat and run off without caring which direction you went. Maybe it was better to be lost than to be followed.

Turning the back on the thicket, you had the impression that the sound was now approaching a little faster,and in desperation your feet purposefully forgot the latent pain in their soles and took off running for real.

Leaves being trampled, heart beating fast in a mixture of fear and rapid breathing. And, damn it, did your friends go that far without you?

Your little black heeled boot betrayed you and was the reason you fell to the ground with the knees burning with pain as they hit the uneven ground of the place full of small pebbles and branches broken into even smaller pieces.

Your mouth groaned in pain and eyes filled with tears as you tried to get up and as you ran one of your fingers over yours damaged knees, you forced your eyes to check for blood and there was.

— Hm? — You heard it coming from behind you and immediately turned around in desperation, seeing two tall silhouettes and feeling a chill run down your back as you tried to stand again.

— P-Please, I...

— Oh, it's just a girl, man. — A flash of light hit yours eyes and you immediately covered your face because of the sudden incidence of light. — Who are you?

— W-Who are you? — Watching another flashlight illuminate one of the silhouettes in front of you, you found yourself facing two tall guys, one with purple hair combed back with small dark streaks down the sides, and the other with hair longer than his, styled into a kind of mullet.

— I asked first.

— Y/N... I came with my friends to a party, but...

— You got lost? Yeah, it happens a lot here. — The same man who asked you who you were shrugged his shoulders approaching and kneeling in front of you. — She's bruised, but it's not that bad I think. Did your friends already go to the party? — He raised one eyebrow, shining the flashlight on the bruise on your knee and you nodded, shoulders still tense from being in the presence of two strangers. — I'm Rindou, by the way. And he, Ran. — You nodded to the man next to him. — You can walk, right? We'll take you to the party and there I think Koko might have something to help you with your injury. — Rindou held up a hand to you and looked at you impatiently when you hesitated to take it.

— Are you two really going to...? — Now it seemed that you were a frightened child.

— What? If we wanted to, y'know... rape you, I dunno, do something bad to you, we wouldn't be helping you now, would we? We could just take advantage of the situation with you injured. — Ran responded by raising his other hand toward you and you ended up placing each of your hands on theirs.

— Yours friends are kind of assholes for leaving you behind like that. — Rindou remarked as he and Ran walked side by side with you through the woods with lanterns illuminating the path ahead. — Is this the first time y'all are coming here?

— Not exactly, it's just my first time. — You answered, trying not to put too much weight on yours injured knees.

— So you stayed behind on your own?

— My feet... started to hurt. — Rindou couldn't help but let a mocking smile.

— How old are you?

— Is it... really important?

— Stop making fun of her, Rin. — Ran replied, shaking his head from side to side in disapproval of his younger brother's behavior.

— Oh, stop, I'm just playing with her, trying to break the ice. — Rindou retorted.

As you three walked along, low music became louder and louder, and there were points of illumination scattered around the place.

There were small stalls offering different kinds of things, from food to liquor and what looked like non-legal drugs, at the back of the place was a rather small house that if a person passed by on any other day, they would think it was abandoned.

But today? The house was decorated with aspects reminiscent of Halloween, such as macabre pumpkins, cobwebs, cauldrons and skeletons. As you walked beside Ran to whatever place he was taking you by the hand, some unknown people walked past you, analyzing your clothes and raising their eyebrows in curiosity to know what had happened to your bruised knees.

— Koko? — Ran shouted as you entered the house which, unlike expected, was completely free of people inside, differing greatly from the outside, the loud music still managed to reverberate through the walls of there. — Kokonoi?

— Why shout?! — You heard someone shouting from another place of the house and Ran gestured for you to follow him while Rindou walked behind you. — I'm here, the backyard. — Passing through a shabby kitchen, you reached a wide yard full of drink crates and ice cube trays piled on top of each other. — What?

— D'you still have that first aid kit? The small one, with the basics of the basics. — Kokonoi looked from Ran to you and raised one eyebrow in a silent question. — This one is Y/N, we kind of bumped into each other in the forest on the way here. — Koko's eyes traveled down your body to the knees and his face contorted in agony.

— That's kind of ugly. — He walked away, dropping two bottles on a small table and motioning for you to sit on one of the half-dirty chairs in the place, and you preferred to stand just so you wouldn't get your skirt dirty. — You'd better sit down, it will sting a bit. — Koko knelt behind a box bigger than the others and then came back to the three of you with a first aid kit better cared for than all the rooms in the house behind you.

And then you eventually decided to sit down with Kokonoi's cold hands pulling your legs to make them straight and not bent.

What followed next was Hajime Kokonoi cleaning your wounds together with Haitani Ran, disinfecting them with a substance that made you groan in pain and then bandaging your knees saying that "it was just to make sure it won't get infected later".

In the end, Koko even put two Hello Kitty band-aids one on each side of the bandage and you couldn't help but giggle slightly, half embarrassed, half thankful, and he looked up at you with a slight satisfied smile.

— There, now you're kind of brand new. — He answered, getting up and starting to close the kit. — Did you come with 'em both? — You moved the head in denial.

— I came with my friends, but we split up. — You shrugged. — By the way, d'you three know them? Chifuyu, Manjiro... — Ran and Rindou looked at each other when they heard Mikey's name and you knew immediately that they knew your friend.

— Kinda hard for someone not to know Mikey here. — Kokonoi answered for the Haitani brothers. — He usually hangs out at the food booths, I mean... in previous years he has stayed there for most of the party, so you could try to meet him there or wait there. — You nodded positively before getting up and wiping your own skirt. — Take her there. — Koko said to Ran and Rindou, who grunted in disapproval.

And although the youngest wasn't too keen on continuing to be your babysitter, he walked with you and his brother a few steps back to the food stalls and before the three of you actually got there, your eyes could see Manjiro, Draken and Chifuyu there with Hakkai messing around on his cell phone.

They seemed to be arguing about something, probably you, and immediately you tried to walk a little faster to catch up with them.

— Guys! — You shouted with a cheerful smile and Mikey looked as if he had seen a ghost opening his arms in your direction.

— Holy shit, I almost died of a heart attack! — He said, looking at you and patting your shoulders and arms as a way of confirming that you were all right. — You okay?! — And then his attention went to your knees and then to the Haitani brothers with a closed and serious face. — What you... — You interrupted him.

— Oh, I'm fine! Relax, Mikey. — You gestured and Chifuyu gave you a guilty look that you dismissed with a negative nod, there was no reason for him to be sorrowful if you were fine. — I just fell down actually, they helped me a lot today even. — You turned to the two brothers and nodded amiably. — Thank you for everything today, you were very nice to me.

— Nice? — Draken swallowed hard, looking from you to Ran and Rindou, who remained silent and not very interested in yours friends. — They... — And then Hakkai stepped in to calm their nerves.

— Okay, everybody. She's fine, we already found who was lost, so there's no reason to argue, right? Relax a little, this is a party, you're not supposed to be that angry. — Hakkai shrugged and slowly, Mikey's unreasonable irritation faded away and you said your proper goodbyes to the Haitani brothers who walked away to take care of their own problems and enjoy the party. — Did they hurt you? — The younger Shiba whispered to you while Mikey was busy squabbling with Chifuyu and you denied it silently.

— It's okay, Mikey. — You took one of his arms in a gentle squeeze and stared at him. — It wasn't Chifuyu's fault, he had told you from the beginning of the week that he wasn't going to babysit me, I was the one who got left way behind and you don't have to worry about that anymore, really. — Mikey gave you a slightly resentful look and muttered a "Whatever" before turning away and going to buy food with Draken. — And you don't have to worry too much either. — You told Chifuyu this time with a simplistic smile and he didn't answer much other than a “Sorry”.

For the first thirty minutes of the party, the atmosphere was a little tense between you, Chifuyu and Manjiro until they got into a heated discussion with Kazutora and Mitsuya about a video game that Hanemiya thought was kind of bad, but the other three liked too much.

Now they looked like four kids arguing about having to share a toy between them and you followed the chatter from afar, too busy taking a few sips from the energy drink that had come into your hands minutes before even though it originally belonged to Mikey.

To be honest, you began to feel a little out of place and uncomfortable, even with Yuzuha at your side trying to insert you into some conversations.

Some people passed by and it was obvious that they knew immediately that you weren't the kind of people used to going to that kind of party, you radiated the energy of a very regimented girl who usually went to bed before the brothels in town even started to work for real. Probably in their minds something like "Oh, what is that lil' girl doing here?", some men would walk past you and your group of friends with the same kind of smile that a chikan would give you after grabbing your ass in the subway. It was suffocating.

The music seemed to get louder and louder as the minutes went by, your ears were almost hurting and every now and then someone would bump into you without bothering to apologize. And then you randomly looked to the side when a girl accidentally pushed you aside in the middle of that sea of people and found yourself staring at a tall person all dressed in black, a mask of the movie Scream villain Ghostface covering the face.

Immediately your little mental warning alarm went off and you immediately turned your attention to the ground below you, feeling relieved to notice Kazutora and Draken's voices again on your diagonal even though the music was loud. A shiver ran down your back and your consciousness knew immediately that the masked person was still staring at you.

You swallowed hard and felt shoulders tense as you looked away again and only saw the obvious that the person was still looking at you.

And out of all the people in the place, you had to hold their attention? Damn.

Suddenly you remembered Chifuyu's words from the beginning of the week: "You have a magnet in your brain that attracts troublemakers”.

Your hand desperately reached for Kazutora's or Ryuguji's arms, but you brushed against an unknown girl's forearm and your cheeks burned with shame.

— S-Sorry, miss. — You whispered and she just walked away without saying anything.

Walking to the side, your hand managed to reach Kazutora's arm and you immediately almost glued yourself to his body and he looked at you half confused about your actions. With your other hand, you pulled Hanemiya aside in order to glue your lips to his ear and whisper:

— Someone was staring at me and I... I was a lil' uncomfortable. — Kazutora nodded positively before gluing his lips to your ear and whispering back.

— Don't worry, these creepy guys this side of Tokyo are usually not brave enough to do anything but stare at you too much. — And even though your head moved in agreement, there was still the bitter taste of discomfort in your mouth.

For long, torturous minutes, you tried to get away from the sea of people because you had a claustrophobic and uncomfortable feeling that sooner or later if you were surrounded by unknown people that masked person would be able to get hands on you and drag you away from your friends without much trouble because they would be distracted.

And the next thing you knew, you were indeed out of the core of bodies dancing and drugging and drinking in droves, but on the other hand you couldn't identify your friends with bare eyes.

Silly girl. It was exactly what Sanzu Haruchiyo needed and wanted you to do, to isolate yourself and make his job easier. Beneath his mask, he opened a satisfied smile before scanning your steps still being protected by about three rows of different carefree people.

You would go to the right away from those individuals and he would do the same thing, your mental alarm still beeping incessantly inside the mind.

As you inevitably moved closer to the closed forest as the crowd of people increased in width and length as more of them gathered to dance and enjoy themselves, Haruchiyo skirted a few rows of bodies until he was out of the party watching you from a few feet away before slowly moving into the forest without getting too far from the open area without much vegetation where the party was actually taking place.

You would slowly be pushed a little further into the forest with a bruised knees easily knocked out and Sanzu would be waiting with such anxiety that it was hard to control.

Look at you, vulnerable to the point that he barely needed to use physical strength to subdue you, his mouth even salivated as he saw you leaning back against a tree with the chest heaving up and down from the pain of overstretching your knees.

Minutes later you found yourself being thrown against the hard ground with the head banging against the dry leaves, knees starting to hurt again, eyes watering and Haruchiyo with one foot clad in a heavy boot stepping on your belly covered by the black shirt, one hand pointing a gun that was unloaded initially and the other suggestively placed over the black mouth in the shape of a theatrical scream from his Ghostface mask.

— Either you get a bullet in the skull or keep quiet for me, silly girl. — Haruchiyo spoke with his voice muffled by the mask and delighted to see the look of fear on your face beginning to be wet with tears.

By now the alarm in your brain had gone off and thoughts were jumbled and disconnected from each other because of the pounding of your head against the ground and the leaves there after.

Sanzu stepped a little harder against your belly just as a way to sharpen a little more fear inside you, his cock inside his pants starting to get hard.

— I-I won't... go... — Your head desperately moved from side to side in denial and Haruchiyo removed his foot from your belly to crouch down beside you with the gun still pointed at your head, looking at you over the thin mesh that covered the eye patch of his mask.

— Oh, baby. — Haruchiyo put his other hand through your hair, tangling fingers there and pulling your face up as he rubbed the gun over your dry lips. — Don't look at me like that, we're just going to have some fun. — An amused laugh escaped his lips and your eyes grew wider and face tried to pull away from the gun, being held in place by the hand gripping your hair. — You're such a pretty lil' thing, I'd hate to have to ruin your face 'cause you don't behave for me. — Your breath grew heavier as more pressure he applied with the barrel of the gun to your lips and as soon as you opened them to literally beg for your life, Sanzu shoved the weapon into your mouth without worrying too much about whether you would choke or not. — You'll behave for me, won't you? — You nodded immediately and Haruchiyo slowly forced you to stand up using his hand in your hair to pull your body up.

Shit, you were fucked. As you turned to the side, you realized how far the two of you were from the party. The thought of trying to run crossed your mind and as soon as your feet moved in a motion that was reasonably too suspicious for Haruchiyo, he forced the barrel of the gun deeper against your tongue and you choked around it.

— Don't try to run, y'know I'll catch you again. — Sanzu answered before flashing you a cruel smile that you couldn't see because of the Ghostface mask. — And if I catch you again, I will use your holes 'til the pain is unbearable and you pass out, got it? — You slowly moved the head positively with hands being gripped in a firm grasp by his palm that slid from your hair to your wrists. — Good girl, we understand each other very well.

And then Haruchiyo took the gun out of your mouth slowly before starting to walk with you further away from the party and making the despair inside you gradually increase as your feet walked.

From your watery eyes you could make out something like a... basement?

Actually, it was a much smaller house than the one Kokonoi was in, but you were inevitably dragged into the basement with Sanzu throwing the keys to both the front door of the house and that dusty enclosure over a high window frame that you couldn't reach without the support of a stool.

— Are you... Are you gonna kill me? — Your voice was low, contained, extremely fearful, and Sanzu giggled. — I don't wanna... have sex with you, please...

You stood in the middle of the room without having the courage to look at him and flinched as soon as Haruchiyo started circling you with the fingers of his hand playing with the trigger of his gun nonchalantly and eventually leaned toward you to clasp his other hand to your chin.

— Mhm, you're so cute, I can hardly decide how to break you. — Sanzu whispered rubbing his fingertips against yours cheeks and chin without paying much attention to your retreating action earlier. — Watching you flinch when I'm about to touch you? It's so fascinating.

And then he sank his fingers into the sides of your neck, pulling you against his body while his other hand slid the gun down your back and played with the barrel of it on the hem of your skirt.

— Stuffing me deep inside you is nice, isn't it? You're here for me to use you any way I want, aren't you? — Haruchiyo brushed his mask against the side of your neck and you found yourself raking your fingers against his black leather jacket in a desperate action, as if acting like you were enjoying it would make it all end faster. — All mine to violate and abuse. — A shiver ran violently down your back and your legs began to tremble as Sanzu reached up your skirt with the gun to press the tip of it against your panty-covered entrance.

— Please... I w-won't tell anyone if you... — Haruchiyo raised one of his eyebrows beneath the mask and you felt more tears wet your face as he pressed the gun harder against your intimacy. — I-I don't want you to...

— What a dumb slut. — Sanzu spoke moving it against your covered pussy up and down and as soon as the tip hit against the sensitive clit, a wave of pleasure went down your body and thighs suddenly tried to press against each other. — Oh, don't you want that? Don't kid yourself, pretty girl, we both know you're getting horny just imagining me fucking you raw, using your holes for the only thing they're made for.

He started circling your clit using the tip of that object and you felt like an idiot, you felt dirty for noticing the bottom of your panties getting wet from this situation and throat holding back from moaning against one of Haruchiyo's shoulders.

— You want me to bury my cock in your tight holes and then fuck my cum deep inside you, I know that, in the end, pretty girls like you are made to be used by icky guys like me. — Although your head moved in the negative, your hips forced themselves against his gun in search of more friction while fingers sank against his leather jacket harder. — Filthy whore. — Sanzu whispered more to himself than to you, passing the hand that was on your neck down to your shoulders and guiding you backwards until your back slammed against one of the basement walls.

In a matter of a few minutes Haruchiyo was between your spread legs, with one of them resting on his shoulders, pushing up your skirt with one hand and pressing the barrel of his gun back against your intimacy with the other.

As the thrusts of the object became more precise against your entrance and clit, the more your leg supporting your body standing trembled.

Slowly the gray blazer over your shoulders fell down your arms and hit the dusty floor beneath you both, Sanzu was groaning low as he saw how easy it was to condition you to accept his actions.

Your head fell back against the wall and you gasped painfully, longing for him to let you cum soon, even though you were still afraid that you would end up orgasming without any kind of permission and Haruchiyo would get angry, but at the moment he was busy using his free hand to press fingers against the bruises on one of your knees, making you groan in pain.

Your panties getting more and more soaked as your hips moved against the gun and your mouth could no longer suppress your own moans and littles "Please".

Just a bit more, just a little more pressure from the barrel of that gun and you would be cumming and melting over Sanzu's watchful gaze, but he refused to have a little angel like you having your orgasm come from anything other than his dick. Nothing and no one was more deserving to taste the juices of your arousal other than his cock.

So Haruchiyo eventually pulled away giving you a light slap over your clit after placing the gun on the ground and wrapped his arms around your waist aggressively pulling you to the ground and bruising your knees further as he spread you out lying on the dusty ground to begin to disentangle himself from your clothes and his. He was impatient enough to end up ripping your panties and you looked at him almost in shock.

— S-Stop! — You almost screamed, bracing your hands on his chest in closed fists, feeling Sanzu pull your hips up and brush the tip of his hard cock dripping pre-cum against your pussy. — I told you I didn't want to!

The more you tried to disentangle yourself from his body on top of yours and screamed for Haruchiyo to stop, the more he seemed to enjoy himself holding your arms against the floor and threatening to penetrate your insides with his tip his.

— Stop? — Sanzu let out a laugh holding yours arms above the head with one hand to hook the other over the edge of his mask to pull it up and then you could catch a glimpse of his pale face.

Fuck, he was staring at you with extremely dilated pupils in the middle of his diamond-colored eyes, his long pink hair falling over his broad shoulders like a waterfall and two vertical diamond-shaped scars at each corner of his lips.

— Oh, princess, the more you cry and ask me to stop, harder I'm gonna fuck you. That's not so hard to understand, is it? You're not that dumb, right?

And then taking your face with one hand clenched around the jaw, Haruchiyo forcefully invaded your insides with a long, deep thrust, but slowly, he wanted you to feel your wet walls slowly being cut in half.

The pain spread through your body quickly, you could feel the tip hitting against your hitherto untouched cervix, eyes filling with tears and several grunts and gasps escaping your lips.

— Can't you understand that I love it when you cry? When you have that face of fear, about to scream at the top of your lungs for your life, I love it all. — Sanzu pushed his hips against yours without taking his fingers from your jaw to force you to stare at him with watery orbs before withdrawing completely from inside you only to pound into you harder than before. — I'll fuck you 'til the only thing on your mind is me, leave you braindead and then you'll thank me for turning you into the fucktoy you'll become.

And then your throat began to strain frantically to scream not for help, but for him to stop, even as a tiny spark of pleasure began to spread through your body slowly as Haruchiyo slid in and out of you letting hoarse moans escape his lips and directly against one of your ears.

He was anything but patient or kind, the rhythm of his hips against yours was brutal enough to make your back resting on the floor rise and fall with his movements.

You felt helpless, no one would actually come to your aid, and it was precisely this sense of power over you that excited Sanzu, that made his cock twitch against your walls.

Your vocal cords began to ache and the only thing coming out of your mouth now, apart from saliva wetting your chin and making you choke, was "Please", "I can't... take it" interspersed with unregulated, heavy breathing.

And Haruchiyo eventually opened a smile before grabbing your thighs tighter to increase the gap between them just to get more access to your precious hole and leaning over you to let some of his own saliva fall onto your open lips.

— Oh, baby, but you're taking me so well, such a good girl! — Sanzu slid a hand from your thigh to your torso to squeeze one of your tits and nipples before placing his palm definitively on the base of your neck applying just enough pressure to cause a tasty firmness, not to necessarily cut off your access to air. — And it would be a shame if I finished fucking you without throwing my cum deep inside you, wouldn't it? — He leaned over you a little closer to paste his lips over your ear before taking a weak bite on the earlobe and whispering hoarsely to you: — I'll breed you so well so that you'll never forget who used yours princess parts so nice.

Your eyes grew wetter and, for the first time in your life, you longed not to cum, not to give Haruchiyo the taste of having you creaming around his shaft.

But Sanzu knew exactly how to solve your lack of good will toward him, so much so that within seconds of realizing that you were struggling not to let your walls squeeze him in indication that you were forcefully feeling pleasure, he began to angle his hips so that now in addition to giving light kisses against your cervix, he was also rubbing against your G-spot every time he entered you.

And your orgasm came without your permission and made your cunt fully squeeze against Haruchiyo's cock.

He felt his mouth salivate and pupils dilate even more as he saw the wonderful image of you squirming and spasming with your back arched and head dropped in a pleasure you didn't want to allow yourself to feel, it was the necessary stimulus for the pink haired man to continue forcing his hips against yours faster and faster until he spurted his white cum to the brim of your womb in a deep thrust and a loud guttural moan as his hands continued to hold you as if you were his doll.

— Now say "Thank you, Haruchiyo", princess. — Sanzu said with a wide smile on his lips, staring you straight in the eye, and you barely had the strength to keep trying to fight him off.

— T-Thank you, Haruchiyo. — His eyebrows rose in satisfaction before his dick slowly slid out of you and he held your legs open to visualize your pussy leaking with his cum.

— It would be so sad if I gave you back to your friends with nothing in return.

It was the perfect chance for Yuuta.

He had waited for so long, and now his mother was more liberal, letting you be alone with him more, especially since at the present moment you had already reached the age of 21 a few weeks ago.

And even though your body was already that of a grown woman, your clothes were getting smaller and smaller, since they were bought a long time ago.

The shorts getting closer and closer to the edge of yours buttocks and getting tighter in the regions of the thighs, the skirts getting less and less long, the bras inevitably leaving something to be desired when it comes to holding yours tits.

Yuuta's hands could hold them better for you. And everything you did didn't go unnoticed by your step-brother.

There had been more than a few times that Okkotsu Yuuta had sneaked out of his bed during the night to ajar your bedroom door with his hard cock being squeezed by the fabric of his shorts. He desperately needed to relieve himself and at that time the only way he could get off was seeing you.

Seeing you do anything, even the least suggestive action possible.

He had already passed the stage of needing only to fantasize about your body, but this stage was shattered to pieces as soon as one day Yuuta had come home distracted from his part-time job, totally exhausted from almost missing the bus and running after him to get home, and went straight to the bathroom, where you were changing after having just showered.

And, damn, your tits were enough to make Yuuta get a boner at the same moment just after a good stare at them.

That day, while taking a shower, he fucked his own hand so hard and fast that he went a few hours without being able to move his wrist, all while the water from the shower running down his back calmly. And when his mother asked him what had happened, he only replied that the "work day was hard".

Ironically, on that very day, 2 years before you reached the 21-year mark, you commented to her that there was a nice guy in one of your university classes who had asked you out. And your step-brother swore he saw a sneering smile appear on your lips, as if you were telling him that Okkotsu Yuuta would never, ever, in a million years get what he wanted from you.

Without thinking much, he said that the guy must be an ass and a disgusting person to like someone like you, to which your mouth quickly replied: "You've never had a girlfriend, nor a flirt, so I don't think I should take into consideration what you say about a person I like”.

Obviously Yuuta never had a girlfriend, he wanted you to hold this position, but more important than that: did you like that disgusting guy from your university? Like, really?

No, you didn't, but Yuuta didn't need to know that, your intention was just to make him angry to see how far he could keep the mask of a protective brother without ulterior motives.

And he didn't answer you right away; there was a tense atmosphere between the two of you during the rest of the night and before you went to bed Yuuta walked from his room to yours after seeing that your father hadn't come home yet and his mother was asleep on the living room couch.

— D'you really like him? — He asked as if it wasn't information that was very necessary for his existence, even though internally he was almost bursting with hate, and like if the question was just a normal worrie from your big step-brother.

— What d'you think? — You answered without paying much attention to the fact that he entered your room without permission and locked the door from the inside.

— I think you're acting like a slut just to spite me. — Yuuta said, running his gaze over your almost completely uncovered body, because of the small pajamas you were wearing.

— You're not very smart, are you?

And that was the last straw for Yuuta to grab your face with one hand and pull you against his in a desperate kiss that conveyed more anger than affection.

It was a kiss drenched in jealousy and possession, but not obsession.

Your legs wobbled like jelly, but you had a dignity to maintain, especially for your older step-brother who always acted as if he knew what was best for you.

So your first action was to bite Yuuta's lips not hard enough to draw blood, even though your body was begging for more of his kisses.

He pulled away with a completely surprised countenance, he expected everything but that, but soon surprise was replaced with resentment and his hand on your chin slid to your neck, where he applied enough pressure to make you open your mouth because of the little pain it caused. And Yuuta took advantage of your careless movement to spit against your tongue and then walk away with a cruel smile on his lips.

And, damn it, that action that was supposed to be disgusting to you turned you on so much that you felt the bottom of your panties wet and cheeks burn with shame. Your mouth unconsciously let Yuuta's saliva slide into your throat instead of spitting it out.

— You're not very smart either, hm? — Yuuta whispered before letting go of your neck without breaking eye contact. — And you don't have good manners with your older bro either. — He gave you a disgusted look before walking to the bedroom door again to unlock it, but before leaving you alone and going back to his room, you heard him speak: — I may have to fuck respect into you by force some other day.

You weren't brave enough to face your step-brother as he walked out of your room without looking at you, leaving the door wide open, but, in compensation, when the clock almost hit the three o'clock mark and you couldn't sleep, yours hands got busy moving over your swollen clit and groping your tits while your mind kept hammering out Yuuta's words and projecting that the fingers were actually his.

It was one of the few times you masturbated thinking about someone extremely specific and it was an orgasm that turned vision white and mouth fought too hard to stifle the moans with your teeth biting your bottom lip.

After a while you slowly forgot Yuuta's words... or at least you convinced yourself to forget, since every time your hand slid into the space between yours legs your mind made sure to remind you of that.

Even now after 2 years the moment was not completely forgotten, in fact, both you and your step-brother were eagerly awaiting the day that his promise maybe was going to become a concrete action.

And that day was knocking on the door exactly today, with your parents telling that they had a working dinner at their respective companies and would be out of the house until about eleven o'clock at night; it was now eight o'clock.

Yuuta's amused smile that appeared as soon as his mother communicated the evening's plans after she had showered and started getting ready for her appointment was read by her as an excitement for the success of her work. And not as excitement that he was about to fulfill the most secret, most carnal, dirtiest desire he had cultivated for a long time.

— Take good care of your sister, 'kay? — Yuuta's mother spoke before taking her purse and opening the front door waving goodbye to the two of you who were standing in the middle of the living room watching for her to go join your father outside the house. — And behave yourselves.

— I've always taken good care of her. — Yuuta replied shrugging his shoulders and looking at you out of the corner of eyes until he heard the thud of the front door closing and his mother's key locking that entrance from the outside. — Mhm... — He brought a hand to his chin, scratching it and running his gaze down your body. — What d'you wanna do today? — You watched him walk over to the sofa, sit down in the middle of it, grab the remote and turn on the TV to change channels without finding anything to hold his attention.

— With you? Nothing. — A mocking laugh escaped Yuuta's lips and he squinted eyes in your direction, as if to say that he didn't believe a word that came out of your mouth.

— That hurt my feelings so much. — Yuuta remarked, not containing another laugh and calling you with his index finger in his direction. — Why don't you watch a movie with me? — He asked looking suggestively at you and you looked away from him to the television, but yours feet barely waited for him to finish speaking before starting a walk toward him and stopping beside his body.

— Which movie?

— Whatever you want. — Yuuta answered, sending you an innocent look.

You leaned over to sit beside him on the couch, but his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you to the side, making your body occupy the vacant space between his legs that had been open since the first moment he sat on the couch.

— Yuuta... — You began to speak without being able to formulate a complete thought as you suddenly felt vulnerable, shoulders tense and throat tight.

— Yeah? — His eyes were glazed over at the TV that now showed the middle of a low-budget movie that was obviously not worth the time of the two of you or the people who acted in it.

As you felt his hands land on your thighs and play with the hem of your pajama bottoms, you wondered if it wouldn't be easier to play his game.

— If I sit like this, you won't be able to watch the movie.

So you decided that, yes, it would be easier to play Yuuta's game.

With a light squeeze on yours thighs, Yuuta took a few long seconds to answer.

— If you stay like this... — One of his hands reached up to meet the base of your neck and forced your body backward, with your back resting against his chest, torso arching forward, ass now buried against his pelvis and cock and head on one of his shoulders. — I can do it.

Your breath caught in the middle of your throat and you felt guilty that you were enjoying the situation, and enjoying it even more when Yuuta placed your legs apart from each other over his, leaving you wide open to receive his touches, and snaked his free hand down your sensitive inner thighs.

— Are you a virgin? — Yuuta asked in a whisper without actually touching between your legs.

— Treat me as if I'm not. — You replied thoughtlessly, the only thing your attention was really focused on was watching your stepbrother's hand threaten to reach the place where you most wanted it to be.

— How is it possible for a virgin to act like a whore who had already been used by several men? — Yuuta commented, rubbing his fingertips over your covered pussy and feeling both the bottoms of yours panties and pajama wet. — Damn, are you already wet like that? Disgusting slut. — He let an amused chuckle escape his lips and hearing your consequent low, almost inaudible moan at being treated in that rough way made his dick get even harder against the curve of your ass. — Oh, you like being treated like a hole to be used, huh?

You swallowed hard trying to deny it by moving your head from side to side, but your hand was already too busy silently contradicting you and going to rest on top of Yuuta's palm over your pussy guiding his fingers to apply more pressure on your clit.

— Can you please-ngh! — You breathed heavily as your hips forced themselves upward just to enjoy more of the friction caused by your stepbrother's fingers.

— Please what? — His other hand squeezed your neck a little tighter.

— Use your fingers... inside me, please. — You felt your cheeks heat up after verbalizing your desire that had been going on for two years.

— Oh, just that? You have very simple desires. — Yuuta pulled your panties aside along with your pajamas and pushed his fingers slowly inside you.

You were so tight that they barely went in straight, to move them in a scissor motion was almost impossible. Yuuta couldn't wait to have his cock being squeezed through your walls the same way his fingers were being.

He moved them slowly outward from you to push them inward and redo the motion a few more times until your cunt got his digits wetter and his job of fucking you easier.

By now it had become difficult to control the sounds of your moans and, realizing this, your older brother brought the hand that was on your neck to your mouth.

The wet noise coming from inside you were arousing him more than he thought possible and his eyes couldn't tear themselves away from where his digits disappeared and reappeared again and again.

His fingers curving against your walls were making an abnormal pleasure run through your body and although you had experienced orgasms before, it was different when you had someone doing the work for you.

Yuuta filled you better, reached parts of your insides that you couldn't reach on your own and widened your walls in such a good way that it made you regret a little that you hadn't let him take advantage of your wet hole sooner.

— Look at you, taking my fingers like a lil' greedy thing. — He increased the pace inside you, knowing that your orgasm was near because of the way your legs were trembling, your hips thrusting against his hand and your back arching painfully.

And Yuuta let you cum as a previous act of kindness, because in the following moments he would definitely use your wet hole without any of it, even if you were not the most experienced person in the world.

For the first time an orgasm made you dizzy, with the pupils almost forming hearts and your body totally trembling against Yuuta's.

You were definitely a degenerate virgin who didn't know what it was like to actually be touched by another person. And it felt so good.

You would easily become addicted to your stepbrother's hands running freely through your body.

Giving you a little time to breathe, he lifted you to the side and let you sit down on the couch before he got busy removing his own clothes.

You had seen him naked before, but it had been so many years ago and on such distinctly non-suggestive occasions that it was almost like seeing the body of a young adult you didn't know, so much so that the sight of his long, lean cock made your cheeks feel warm and a sense of dread predominate.

— Still keeping your word to lemme treat you the way I want? — Yuuta asked, raising his eyebrows before hooking hands around the edge of your shirt and pulling it up, freeing your tits to be groped and licked by him.

— I don't usually take back what I say. — You replied, tangling fingers in your stepbrother's soft dark hair as his mouth sucked on your nipples.

— Atta girl. — Yuuta whispered, tracing kisses down your cleavage, leaving bites down your neck and reaching your lips to seal them in a deep and almost affectionately sincere kiss, quite different from the first one he stole years ago.

Still kissing you, he migrated with hands to the bottom of your pajamas to remove both your shorts and panties and as soon as your breath gave way and your hands brushed against his shoulders to break the kiss, his lips were replaced by your own soaked panties which Yuuta forced into your mouth, pushing them against your tongue.

— What a beautiful sight, I may end up getting used to all this!

He opened a sideways smile before pulling your lower body up, putting legs around his hips and pushing your folds apart only to visualize the insides as tight as before, it didn't even seem like minutes before he was widening your walls with his fingers.

— What do you think about... — His tongue ran over the lips. — Me fucking you raw, hard, and then filling your womb with my cum? — His eyes snaked down your vulnerable body and reached yours own and yours orbs glowed to say the least, even though your head moved negatively. — How sad, you haven't even tasted it yet and you already deny it?

Leaning one hand on the back of the couch and using the other to guide his cock into your pretty cunt, Yuuta spoke again with his voice lowering a few octaves:

— I'm gonna have to fuck respect into you anyway, right?

And right after those words he pushed himself into you quickly and yours eyes watered from the sudden uncomfortable pain, hands desperately dug their nails into Yuuta's back and the eventual cries of pain that came from deep in your throat were muffled by your panties.

And while you faced the pain of the sensation of being cut open in the middle, your stepbrother enjoyed the pleasure of having your walls milking his dick.

Fuck, he could feel all the way down to your cervix, the tip of his cock kissing it was an insane sensation.

Throwing his head back, Yuuta let out an almost animalistic moan that definitely matched the bestial rhythm he chose to use to start bumping his hips against yours own. His balls going directly against your ass and one of his hands firmly gripping your waist.

You hated the idea of losing your virginity in a romantic situation, you wanted, in fact, to be treated the way Yuuta was doing and that was precisely why it didn't take more than two, three, a few minutes for you to turn into a drooling mess with eyes rolling upwards, saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and mingling with the liquid from your pussy that wet the panties still in your mouth; legs trembling and struggling to stay attached around your older stepbrother's hips.

It was hallucinatingly good and the feeling of knowing that the whole situation itself was wrong and disgusting to people other than the two of you seemed to amplify your pleasure.

At one point Yuuta put his hand on your chin, forced you to look away, where the door locked ages before by his mother was and leaned over your body without stopping fucking you hard.

— Imagine what they would think if they saw you enjoying being fucked by your older half-brother, uh? — You tried to grab his wrist to stop being forced to look at that door, but in response Yuuta just continued to hold your face. — How embarrassing for you.

Yuuta's cock kept moving in and out of you rapidly and as he continued to use one hand to hold your face, the other slid down your body to place itself on your clit and begin to stimulate it.

The pleasure went through your body again and you ended up reaching your second orgasm with legs shaking even more and pussy creaming all over your brother's dick.

Your eyes got teary from the overstimulation caused by the fact that Okkotsu kept thrusting into you only to have the pleasure of being the first man in your life to paint your walls white and see his cum leaking out of your entrance; and that's exactly what happened.

It was gratifying for Yuuta to see his own stsister's pussy filled with his seed.

Soon afterwards he made an effort to normalize his own breathing, free your mouth from the fabric barrier of your panties and take you to the nearest bathroom.