escapism

Silence sinks like an anchor, and you chew the inside of your cheek waiting for a response. You lift your head, eyes peering at him, and for a moment, you’re surprised. Sylus only smirks, an amused expression on his face, while you’re baffled. You half-heartedly expected him to be upset or mad, but no, here he was in his seat, manspreading like usual with that awful smirk of his. 

It was adorable to think you had a choice in this. 

“I need you to be more specific, sweetie. We should stop what?” 

You almost gasped, irritation bubbling inside you because you knew he knew. He knew exactly what you were talking about. 

“We should stop hooking up.” 

You respond clearly, watching the way Sylus folds his arms over his chest, his black shirt clinging to him tightly, and you can’t help but trail your eyes over the outlines of his muscles, getting a sudden whiplash of erotic memories; grabbing onto those arms while you rode him when class was over, the veins on his hand when he grabbed your neck and fucked you into oblivion, the way his nose nudged your clit perfectly whenever he ate you out. Of course, the times his cock slid into your cunt effortlessly, every ridge and vein rubbing against your walls, hitting your g-spot relentlessly while he came in you. 

“No.” 

You snap out of your trance, eyes latched onto him, a flicker of surprise passing through you as you stutter out a response. 

“E-excuse me?” 

“You heard me, we’re not going to stop.” 

You stare at him dumbfoundedly, almost confused, as you continue to blabber. 

“We have to stop, someone will find out eventually and—“

“So, this is what you’re worried about? Worried that the perfect, prim student president will get caught fucking the head professor, hm?” 

Sylus chuckles, a sigh leaving his lips as he rests his chin on his palm, almost looking bored until he speaks again. 

“Like you weren’t just ogling me a moment ago, kitten. Were you thinking about the times we fucked?”

Your eyes widen at his crude language, taking a step back as you are caught red-handed.

“I wasn’t—“ 

“Are you sure? Because the way your thighs are pressed together right now doesn’t tell me that.”

Shit. It doesn’t help further when his eyes rake over your nervous form, ruby eyes glowing faintly as he licks his lips. 

“Look—Professor Sylus, it’s just simply not appropriate anymore for us to continue…this.”

Sylus grins slyly, an eyebrow raised at you, “Not appropriate, you say?” 

He shifts in his seat, arms now clasped together on the desk as he begins to recall. 

“Was it appropriate the first time you suggested this? Do you remember the way you begged on your knees to let me pass your test? Trying to convince me with a blowjob that you promised would be the best?”

Your heart stutters, the memory collapsing like a tower of cards as Sylus continues to humiliate you maliciously. 

“Was it appropriate when you waited for me to come back from a staff meeting, impatiently dragging me to the janitor’s closet so I could finger-fuck you since you were being such a pathetic bitch in heat?” 

Heat rises in your cheeks, humiliation burning inside your chest because every word was meant to attack you. You couldn’t handle it, especially when he wasn’t lying, and so you spin around, furious steps trudging to the door until you hear his voice. 

“If you leave right now, I’ll fail you.” 

You stop, heart sinking at his words, worry and fear spreading like poison. You turn your head slowly, hand off the doorknob as you gaze at him. 

“What did you say?” 

Sylus gleams as he repeats. 

“I’ll fail your assignment if you step out right now.” 

“Y-you can’t do that..” 

“I can, sweetie. Why don’t you come back and sit down for me, hm? We need to discuss this matter more since you’re starting to think wisely now.” 

You swallow the venom in the conversation, your mind struggling to come to a decision. To Sylus, though, you’re taking far too long. Red mist wraps around your body, and you gasp, feeling as if an invisible rope is pulling you to him. You’re placed right on top of his lap, the hair on your skin awakening as his hands rest on your waist, and warm, mint breath tickling your cheek. 

“Now, where were we? Oh, you wanted us to stop fucking, is that correct?” 

His hands glide underneath your skirt, fingers drawing small circles on your thigh as he leans in close to you. Your breath hitches, heart pounding out of your ribcage. 

“How could you ever think to stop when you made me like this? Made me so obsessed with you.” 

His nose tickles your neck, lips ghosting over your throat as he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath of your scent, grumbling quietly in response. The second you feel his fingers crawling into your panties, you jump in surprise, hips twisting to get off of his lap, but the red mist strikes again, coiling around you like a snake, and now you’re stuck.

“Sylus, don’t—“

“Sweetie,” he tuts, cutting you off, “Did you forget what I said? If you try to leave right now, I’ll fail you, and you might start to hear from others how the student president is such a whore.” 

You chew your bottom lip, trying to contain the emotions swirling inside of you, unease digging into your skin when he smiles so sickly at you. 

“Are we clear?” 

He questions, relishing in the way you helplessly nod your head in agreement. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, and you can’t help but squirm vaguely when his finger draws a heart right on top of your panties. 

“Sylus.” You gasp out, the warm tears finally gliding across your cheeks. 

Sylus wipes your tears, grasping your face with the palm of his hands, calloused fingers caressing you as he coos at you. 

“You need this, sweetheart, you’re just a little confused about what you want.” 

With that said, he leans down, dragging the fat, wet muscle of his tongue on your neck and heat blooms across your body, pooling lowly in your stomach. It’s worse when you feel him grind underneath you, the outline of his hard cock rubbing against the thin fabric of your panties, and you can’t help but whimper. 

“Such a needy little slut.” 

Sylus hums, tearing open your shirt, unclasping your bra as his hands greedily reach out to knead them. His thumb and index finger roll a nipple in between, tugging and pinching at it, knowing it would elicit a reaction out of you. You involuntarily arch your back, biting your bottom lip harshly, trying to ignore how wet you were beginning to feel. 

Sylus grabs your face, pulling you in for a heated kiss. His lips mould perfectly with yours, sliding with intensity, and his tongue joins in, the grip on your face tightening. He angles your head to the side, and you instantly melt into the kiss, your sobs being swallowed away as Sylus sucks on your tongue only to pull away and murmur. 

“Open your mouth, tongue out.” 

When you don’t comply, his lips flatten into a thin line, and a loud smack! echoes in the room; you wince from the pain of his hand slapping your ass. 

“Now.” 

He mentions it sternly, and you comply, tears enveloping your vision. He lets out a fat gob of spit, watching the way it splats flat onto your tongue, and his lips are on yours again. It’s messier with the way he’s kissing you, teeth clashing, and his lips hungrily suck and tug at your bottom lip. During this, he’s humping into you, hands groping your breasts, and the pleasure starts to fog your mind. Sylus pulls away from the kiss, and a thin line of spit connects from both of you. 

His hand trails down underneath your skirt, knuckles just skimming over your clothed clit, and you suck in a harsh breath. His fingers tease their way into your panties, groaning with a micro smirk when he realises how soaked you are. 

“Look how wet you are for me, kitten, and you’re telling me to end this situation when we’re clearly meant to be together?” 

Two of his fingers slide in your hole, and you seize up, eyes shutting and clenching tightly at the intrusion as he lets out a harsh laugh. He grabs your chin, rough voice laced with dominance as he speaks. 

“Uh uh, look at me.”

Your eyes instinctively open, immediately hooked to those bright, red eyes that seem to know your every thought. His fingers pump and curl, pressing right into your gummy walls and the pleasure spikes once he hits the perfect spot. Your lips part open, a whiny moan leaving you, and you fail to notice the red mist that uncoils itself away from you. Your hands automatically clutch onto his shoulders, feeling the pad of his thumb swirl so deliciously on your clit while his fingers continue to abuse your poor hole. 

Sylus has you where he wants, grinning like a maniac when your thighs begin to quiver, your breaths hiccupping every time he scissors his fingers in you.  

“Hmm, are you going to cum for me, sweetie?” 

You nod your head frantically, struggling to form a coherent sentence. 

“Mnghh ’ssoooo close, Sy, please…” 

You’re received with another smack! instead, and you yelp, hearing his next words makes you involuntarily clench around his fingers. 

“No, no, say it properly, like how you always do.” 

“Please, can I cum Daddy?”

Sylus growls deeply, a proud smirk etched on his face as he presses his thumb against your clit. 

“Yeah? Is my sweet girl going to cum for Daddy?” 

Heat pools further in your stomach, the knot tightening with each passing second as your whines and moans continue to ring out in the air. He plays with you for a bit, sucking a sweet spot underneath your chin, teeth dragging across your throat.

He leans in close to your ear, whispering, “I don’t think you deserve to cum, though.” 

Immediately, his fingers withdraw from your pussy, the hole fluttering with need as you whine at the loss of his touch, orgasm ruined since he simply kept you on edge. 

“Why don’t you be a good girl and get on your knees for me? Show me how much you want this.”

You stare at him in shock, lips parted in surprise, and the thought gently flickers across your mind. Should you do it? You came here to stop it, yet here you are wanting to cum so terribly. 

Then Sylus’s words ring in your ears, your chest starting to tighten when it echoes in your head. 

“I’ll fail you…”

“…how the student president is such a whore.” 

You decide to slide off his lap, your quavering hands touching the hard leather belt as you begin to unloop it. Once it’s undone, you pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his hard length. It is obvious that he’s painfully hard; the veins on his cock slithered from the pre-cum covered tip to the base, balls heavy with need. The sight nearly has you drooling, and a wave of shame washes through you—an uncomfortable push of nausea hits you out of nowhere. 

Fuck.

Was he actually going to fail you?

You didn’t want to take any risks, so you grab his cock, tongue swiping at his tip, and you hear him hiss. His hand slithers to grab the back of your neck, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth until his balls are just kissing your lips. You gag but get a hold of using your tongue against him—the wet muscle sucking and looping perfectly, head bopping up and down as you feel his fingers dig into your skin. 

Sylus lets out a deep grunt, shallow breaths being puffed out as he gazes at the sight in front of him. You are on your knees, willingly sucking him off because he couldn’t help but let that threat slip by ‘accident’. If only you knew what else he had in store for you. 

Sylus loves fucking you, and regardless of sex, he’s always been crazy for you. From the start of the semester, when you walked into class, chattering amongst your friends as you settled into the class, and at almost every lecture, he’d catch you staring at him. It wasn’t as if the other students weren’t gazing at him too, trying to pay attention to the material presented, but there was something else whenever you looked at him. 

A thought of curiosity that’s for sure, perhaps a thought of hunger, since many students swooned over him, but there was definitely a peculiar look behind those eyes, almost as if you were studying him. 

Of course, as weeks went by, he began to notice that you couldn’t hold eye contact with him. Whenever he caught you staring at him, well, not his face, but rather his body, you’d shy away in your books.  When he realised that you had a crush on him, he knew he needed to get to you. 

Other than your amazing looks and bright personality, Sylus caught himself daydreaming about his future with you. Sure, there was a significant age gap between you both, yet he couldn’t help imagine marrying anyone but you. You practically possessed his mind, and he found himself throughout the day just thinking about you. 

He wanted to talk to you more and get closer to you. He wanted to know your deepest thoughts, your worries, and especially your future. Oh, how he’d love to be a part of that. 

He was never going to let you go that easily, not when you were already in his grasp. 

Of course, the more time you spent together, the more interconnected his soul was. Sylus couldn’t help but slither into your good books, scales shimmering in delight whenever he saw your precious smile. It all started because of you, and well, you couldn’t help it either. Whenever he swooned you with gifts and merriment, the authentic, sweet-honeyed words dripped onto your skin, sticking into your ears so a mantra replayed in your head. 

“You always belong to me as I belong to you.” 

God, you truly fucked up there, didn’t you? The venom already penetrated your soul a long time ago, but it dawdled its effects, corrupting your mind gradually while the fragments of your soul and Sylus’s were being stitched together peculiarly. It kept coiling you and him in unison, merged in warmth, desire, and obviously love.

Who could forget about that?

The thread that coiled around your souls became more rigid, pulling and squeezing at your heart until you couldn’t breathe anymore. The gasp for air stopped the thread from pulling further, and it loosened momentarily until your soul began to slip away, only for it to tighten with the very hands that knew you would eventually crack. 

After all, diamonds lose their sparkle once they’re tainted. 

Sylus felt himself getting close, his hips bucking into your mouth from the intense movement your mouth was applying, and God, he was loud. Your eyes darted nervously between him and the door, and at this point, you were sure someone would walk in and see what had stirred up the commotion in an empty classroom. In a second, you feel his fingers dig into your hair, pulling you away from his cock just as he was about to come.

You barely have time to say anything as his hands grab you, pulling you onto your feet as your chest is pushed onto the desk, ass high in the air as you feel his hard length just grazing your hole. A small whimper escapes from your lips, heart pounding in a mix of fear and arousal while Sylus continues to toy with you. 

“Hmm, should I cum in this perfect, pretty pussy, darling? You were sucking me off so well, but I don’t know… if you earned having my cock inside you.” 

You clenched on nothing but his words, nails digging graciously into the wooden table because a part of you knew what he wanted you to do. The tip of his cock drags down your slit, your wetness coating him with a glistening effect, and your teeth dig into your lower lip.

“Please…”

“Hm, what was that, sweetie? Couldn’t hear that properly.”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

“I think you can do better for me. Try again.”

“Daddy, please put your cock in me and fuck me, please, please, ple—“

Sylus doesn’t give you any time to adjust as he slides in one go, a gasp leaving your lips while the stretch burned for a moment, only for the pain to slither away once he began grinding into you. How could he deny his sweet girl when she begged so nicely for him?

The grinds soon turn into loud plaps, rhythmic and steady as the veins on his cock glide against your walls perfectly. His tip strikes the spot that weakens the muscles in your limbs, pleasure tingling at your spine whilst you release a series of desperate, pretty moans.

It’s so hard to think about anything else when Sylus’s cock continuously rams into your cervix, gummy walls swallowing his length and the power of his thrusts as you cry out.

So hard to focus on your surroundings, your vision completely stuttering as it fails to notice the blinking red dot that hides in a tiny pot plant, perfectly camouflaged from prey like you. 

“F-fuck, and you wanted us to stop, huh? After everything we’ve done together, after finally knowing everything about each other, and now you’re worried about honour?” 

His words fall on deaf ears, the pleasure consuming your mind as you drool on the table, moans getting pitchier by the second.

Sylus scoffs, his grunts escaping his lips as he drags his cock out of your hole for a moment, only to slam back in, eliciting a reaction out of you. His hand reaches for your hair, tugging your head back as his words fall into your ear. 

“Tell me who owns this pussy.” 

“Y-You Sy..” 

Smack!

“Again. Who owns this fucking pussy, hm?”

“You, ngh—it’s always been you Sylus.” 

A proud smile is etched on Sylus’s face, and his lips pepper warm kisses on your neck. The heat pooling in your stomach gets hotter, the pleasure intensifies with each thrust, and you hiccup your words.

“Mmh, I’m gon-gonna come.” 

Sylus smirks in response, his thrusts getting sloppier when he feels you clench around his cock, eyes narrowing onto your shaky legs and your nails scratching the surface of the table. A wave of smugness washes over him since he’s able to see you turn into a mess just for him and him only.

His hand finds your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles, the pad of his thumb pressing juuust enough to make you lose your mind as your eyes roll to the back of your head, a choked moan leaving you as you come undone on his cock. 

“Fuckkk, you’re gripping me so tight, sweetie—I’m not gon-ah last long.” 

Sylus’s hips stutter, cock twitching with fervour as a loud groan tears from his lips, and hot, thick ropes of cum spill inside you. He chases his high, slowing down very soon as he collapses on top of you. 

You feel his slick drip down your thighs, body tingling from the aftermath of your interaction. You’re completely blissed out, until you adjust your eyes to the room, eyes scanning to the table you’re on, and you admire the pretty pot plant—that is when you notice it. 

The red light. 

Your breathing gets shallow, heart rate spiking as your thoughts start to centre on what you see. You want to move, but you can’t when Sylus is glued to your back. You dig your nails into the table, knuckles turning white, and Sylus feels how tense you become. 

“What’s the matter, kitten?”

“W-why is there a red dot blinking in that plant?”

Your voice shakes, unease crawling into your mind since you do not want him to admit what you think it is. Sylus doesn’t even need to look at what you’re seeing as he murmurs a soft hush into your hair.

The thread winds endlessly around you both, your souls knotted together in a deceptive warmth, like a serpent that holds you gently at first, only so you wouldn’t notice when the pressure begins, when escape is no longer something your body remembers how to do.

The realisation sinks in slowly, just like the poison that cast an illusion over you from the start. Only now you understand, as it settles in cold and certain that you were never meant to be held. Only hunted long enough to stop running.

Your souls succumb to the thread, slipping further away while your heart pulses softly, and the words that come next reach you anyway. You just weren’t prepared to hear them.

“Just a little something to keep you…in line for me.” A quiet laugh follows. “You feel it, don’t you? We’re interconnected forever, sweetie. You can’t undo that.”

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You've known him forever. But at the same time, you don’t actually know Sylus Qin all that well. Just that, growing up, your dad used to work odd jobs for him here and there, leaving you at the Qin mansion to play with his sons, Luke and Kieran, while him and Mister Sylus conducted whatever business needed doing at the time.

You have never spoken to the boss himself beyond the mandatory pleasantries and showing of good manners. Not about the boys, not him and especially not his work. And you prefer it that way.

The truth is, you’ve never liked how the man looks at you, then and now. How he rests his hands on your shoulders even when your dad’s face scrunches up, how his knuckles seem to wear permanent bruises, or how he talks as if he’s older than the world itself.

Now that you’ve grown, and your dad doesn’t speak of his former employer, you don’t see Luke and Kieran as often anymore. Just the occasional hangout in the N109 zone, which usually ends with one of the two driving you home.

After tonight though, they’re both out cold, and you are short of a ride home. Which isn’t out of the ordinary for a girl your age, with no car of your own.

So if the back of Mister Sylus’ limousine presents itself as your only choice, you take it. Even if your outfit is entirely too short and too tight for comfort. And even if the man himself shares the space with you.

Mister Sylus doesn’t say anything though. Just sits there, wide-legged, raking his eyes across your body, like it’s appropriate when his leg brushes against yours.

“You alright, sweetie?”

Now he’s looping one arm around your shoulder. You suppress a squirm and give him a shy smile and affirmative hum instead.

This is a kindness, you remind yourself. He’s ordered his driver to give you a ride home, saving you a fortune that you would’ve been forced to spend on a taxi otherwise. You are grateful. You can bear his fingers dancing on the seam of your shirt, inching closer to your breasts.

You owe him that much, right?

He is older, mid or late forties, but he is handsome, tall, calm. Composed in a way that makes you feel small.

You try to even your breath. It’s not your fault that your body reacts to his attentions. That your nipples grow hard when his fingers dip below the fabric covering your chest.

“It’s okay,” he coos and smiles lazily when he notices you tensing up, “I’m not gonna do anything bad.”

You can’t think of anything to say to that. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, your fingers tremble in your lap.

You try to find your words. “This is-… maybe we shouldn’t do this,” you say.

He lets out a slow, raspy laugh as if you said something funny. “There’s no need to be scared. I’ll go slow for you.”

He says it like it’s already decided. Your cheeks heat.

Now his fingers draw slow and lazy circles on your tummy. “Have you ever done this before?”

Your stomach twists. You can feel his eyes on your cleavage. You shake your head.

He lifts his hand back to your chest and traces the line where your breasts meet your chest.

“Mh, no bra,“ he comments. He then grabs and lifts one of them.

You freeze. Heat crawls up the nape of your neck with dizzying speed.

“Have you ever let anyone see these?” he prods, the lines around his mouth deepening as he smiles at you.

“No…” your voice is small now. You can only watch and gasp as his big hands fully cup and squeeze your tits.

“Is that right?” he murmurs, “Never?”

Your voice cracks with a whimper. “Why are you doing this? They’re so…”

“…Small?” He tuts at that. “They’re perfect, baby. Look how pretty they are. They’re so soft.”

You whimper and squirm in your leather seat. His warm breath hits your neck as his voice drops low, dangerous. “Mh, and you are making the cutest little sounds for me when I touch them.”

It’s depraved and sleazy, and yet, it does something to you. Your ribs hurt with how hard you’re breathing as he keeps massaging your tits. Silky, unmistakable heat spreads between your legs. You squeeze them together.

He leans back, loosens his black tie and nods at your chest. “It’s ok, baby, go ahead. Take all that off.”

Your head is spinning. But you feel like you have to do as he says. You shuffle, arch your back, and obey, leaving nothing but your panties on.

“There you go,” he murmurs as he leans down over you and cradles your chest between his big, warm hands. “Mh. Look at that. Such adorable little tits.”

He shows no effort or exertion from handling you, but you find yourself on your back regardless. His knee is wedged between your bare legs like it belongs there, forcing them apart and making the leather seats squeak with friction.

Somehow, while his thumbs are stroking the soft skin right underneath your breasts, and his silver hair is tickling your neck, you register that the car isn’t moving anymore. The lights are dim, the driver long gone, everything quiet. Except for you and Sylus.

Maybe that’s how he had planned it from the start. With you owing him, nobody there to interfere, and no way to deny him.

His head goes low and then you feel it. Heat, liquid, movement, pressure. He’s probing, licking, wetting your nipples with his tongue.

You yelp. Your heartbeat is too loud in your ears to think.

“Wait, Mister Sylus-“

You don’t dare to watch what’s happening. All you know is that it’s too much, too sudden, too good.

He sucks on your nipples, circles them with his tongue, then presses them flat. Then does it all over again. The suction tingles gently underneath your skin.

“Look at those cute little nipples,” he coos with faux sympathy before going back in to lick at them. “They don’t look like they can wait. So hard and achy, poor baby.”

You try to wiggle out of his grip on your torso. Your breath catches when it doesn’t work. Nothing moves, even when you throw your entire weight against his hands.

“No, please, wait,” you whine. “I don’t know what-… I don’t know how-“

He lets go and sits back up on his knees. But not because of your little struggle or your pleas.

There’s a metallic clicking sound.

You see it then. The tent underneath the now loose buckle of his belt.

Huge, bulging, unmistakable.

You swallow. Even from here, you can tell that you’re not built for this. Maybe someone with experience, a seasoned size queen. But not you.

He seems to sense your apprehension, as his fingers ghost over your cheek and cup your face while his other hand pulls off his belt and tosses it somewhere behind him. “It’s alright, sweetie. It won't hurt if you just keep breathing.”

You suck in a sharp breath when he pulls down his boxers and gives himself a slow, tight stroke. Fully bare and erect, he looks smooth to the touch and even bigger than you thought. It should scare you, but you are transfixed by the way his cock is pulsing and bobbing in his fist. It’s a deep, creamy shade of red, already glistening with a pearl of liquid dripping from the tip.

Reality hits you and you shake your head with a polite, nervous laugh. “I- I really don’t know about this, Mister Sylus.”

He laughs when he sees the look on your face. “I know it’s scary, kitten. Taking cock from someone bigger and older than you. But I know you can do it. You’ve always been so sweet, even back then. So well behaved. You can do that now too, can’t you, baby?”

Some part of you screams at you to get away, go home. Need fresh air. Need to be safe.

But the better part of you is shivering and sweating. It’s like there’s a second heartbeat between your legs.

His hands are back on your body, lifting your pelvis and your body seems to move on his own then, tilting your hips to meet him in kind and presenting your still clothed sex to him like a gift.

“Like this?” you huff out between shallow breaths.

He smiles and rewards you with the press of his cock against your sheer panties.

“Hah. Yea. Like that. Good girl,” he pants and rolls his hips against you.

His praise makes something inside you flutter. You bite your lip. The friction is so hot, sweet, sticky, and you can’t help thinking that maybe, just maybe, it’s ok to stay spread underneath him just a little longer. Just to see what else he will do, how it will feel when he touches you more.

After a few more slow thrusts your panties cling to your body.

And you don’t move anymore.

You just let it happen.

Sylus’ hand moves from your hip to your middle, stroking then pressing his thumb against a little bump of flesh that pokes out from underneath the soaked fabric. Your body jerks and you stare at him in shock, but he is not looking at you.

His smug gaze is fixed on your pussy.

“Cute little clit. So so cute. Is she sensitive, baby? You need me to touch her, hm?”

He says it like you’re a scared, dumb animal. Pathetic, embarrassing, head empty. Your eyes burn with shameful tears you don’t want to cry.

“No,” you whisper, blinking them away.

He pauses. Then pulls at your panties anyway.

He’s careful with you though, slow, almost sweet. Just like he promised.

You should tell him to stop. To fuck off and leave you alone. You should try to open the door of the car and run away.

But you do none of that.

You keep basking in his warmth, his gentle attention, his hands lifting your hips and the filthy glow in his eyes when your panties are finally off.

“See, isn’t that better, sweetie?”

His erection rests against your bare pussy now, while your legs are braced around his waist.

He leans down to kiss your neck. He’s too massive to settle his weight on you, but you can feel him pressing up against your bare body regardless.

“Just stay like this, baby. This will feel good,” he purrs.

You whimper, but you don’t try to stop him when he goes back to rocking against you. Not that you could.

With every grind of his hips, his cock strokes your puffy clit. Your thighs tremble and your hole pulses and clenches around him against your will.

“Fuck,” he groans, “that’s it, right there.”

He thrusts and drags his cock through your slick pussy lips, again and again.

Slow and gentle, just like he said. His breath is right next to your ear as his body moves against yours.

“So wet for me. So soft. Bet she can take me now.”

Your stomach drops when he says that.

Not because it’s scary, but because it feels like it’s true.

His thrusts become meaner then, heavier and deeper. His arm slips between your bodies and you can feel him grabbing himself, stroking and aligning until his tip sits snug against your pussy hole.

“Relax. You can handle it.”

He caresses your jaw, then your trembling lips and lets out an amused hum when you stay quiet. You can only stare at him and mewl when his hips push forward, driving his cockhead into you.

It stings. Bad. You squeeze your eyes shut.

Your muscles react to the pain and squeeze around him, but Sylus pushes in harder until your pussy is forced to swallow his entire tip.

He stills there and gives you time to breathe. Kisses your face, mumbles how hard you make him, how warm your pussy feels, but you can’t stop shaking.

How could this happen? You were out partying, having fun, then on your way home like always, and now your friends’ dad is inside you.

You can’t help but whimper again, and he gently shushes you and coos at you.

“You’re ok, sweetie. Remember to breathe, like I told you, hm?”

His hands are back on your hips. Stroking and soothing, but also keeping you fixed in place.

He withdraws from you with a wet, popping sound. The sting is gone, but your cunt feels all tingly and hot and empty now. And somehow, that’s even worse.

“Wait,” you gasp. “Don’t.”

You don’t know what you’re saying anymore. You just want relief from that tingling emptiness inside you.

“Please stay,” you whine, “please do something.”

He chuckles and kisses your face.

“Someone’s barely had a taste and now she’s already getting impatient for more?”

He surges forward again, this time well past the tip.

A soft sound comes out of your mouth that only seems to spur him on. His hands slips down from your waist to your thigh, palming your ass, squeezing it, then giving it a swat.

“Always wanted to fuck you like this.”

He moans and rolls his hips, his cock gliding back inside you, skin flush against skin.

“Always had my eye on you.”

He reaches to grab your jaw and slips his thumb between your lips until he pushes down on your tongue, forcing your mouth open. His hand stays there, warm, heavy, firm. Guiding you to stick out your tongue for him, until your spit pools underneath his thumb and drips onto your chin.

His breath hits yours, but he just keeps staring, rocking into you at a steady pace.

“Pretty little girl,” he groans as he removes his finger. “So good for me.”

Then he leans in. Licks against your tongue, presses it flat, and wraps around it until every part of you is invaded by him.

It has nothing to do with kissing. He’s overwhelming you. Claiming your body like it’s something to be owned.

You squirm and whimper into his mouth, but there’s no real fight in you. His cock is stretching you so good, satisfying that awful tingly feeling so perfectly, you spread your legs a little wider and grind your hips against him.

When he pauses for a moment, his voice is low. “So sweet too. Should’ve done this long ago.”

Your breath hitches.

Your open your mouth to speak. Nothing comes out.

He keeps going. Grabs your thighs, so your legs dangle over his elbows. He’s so tall, even your hips hang in the air like this.

He doesn’t thrust anymore. Rather, he’s holding you in place as he’s pressing himself inside you, much deeper than before.

“Mh, keep breathing,” he groans softly. “There you go, there you fucking go.”

You can only watch as your body offers no resistance until his tip meets your very core. He’s all the way inside.

And somehow, it feels final.

It feels like defeat.

You sob.

He rolls his hips, just as slow and deep as before. Though the next roll comes faster and a lot harder, and your body bounces a little from the force he puts into it. You yelp and hold onto the edge of the seat.

“Knew you could do it,” he murmurs as his cock drags through you, and you stifle another whiny sound.

Wet, squelching noises of skin meeting skin fill the car.

Pressure builds up inside you. Terrible, filthy pressure you wish you could run from.

You try to think of something else, your family, your friends, anything. How very alone you are underneath this man, how hot your body runs, how raw and sensitive your pussy starts to feel, and how you wish it didn’t.

But it makes no difference. Your whines turn into moans anyway, and your body twitches and pulses around the intrusion like it’s welcome.

“Stay,” you mewl after a particularly strong pulse. “Stay inside please, Mister Sylus.”

He laughs softly and indulges you. Nestles his fat, swollen cock inside you and lets you ride out your orgasm on him.

And in that brief moment, it feels perfect.

Filled. Whole.

After a few more twitches of your core, he picks up the pace again.

It doesn’t take long before you can feel him swell inside you, throbbing and moving and stretching your most private place apart even further than he already has, until he stills and you feel his breath hitch against your neck.

“Shit,” he grunts.

A gush of warmth spreads inside you.

Something sticky runs down the crack of your ass.

Something wet down your face.

He kisses it away.

Tells you how well you did, how you can rest now.

“Uh huh,” you mumble, your head lolling to the side.

You don’t recall much of what happens after, just the feeling of being picked up and something warm draped over your naked skin as you are carried inside.

So when you barge into his room after another failed date, his patience for you has already worn away.

"Suguuu," you whine.

"Don't care," he doesn't even look up from where he's sitting at his desk with a controller in his hands.

"I haven't even said anything!" 

He shoots you a deadpan look that says it doesn't matter. You roll your eyes, walking right in front of his TV before hopping on top of his desk.

Suguru groans, shutting off his game and turning to you. "What do you want?" 

"I want to hang out. I just had the worst date you know." You adjust the way you're sitting, spreading your legs a tad wider, giving Suguru a clear view up your skirt. 

His eyes flit down to where you're perched, lingering a moment as he stares at the glimpse of your panties that you've given him. Then his eyes are back on you, his expression unchanged. "You say that every time," he points out. 

You chew on your lip, irritated that you're not getting much of a reaction out of your brother. "He was really cute though, like hot." 

He glares at you for a moment before standing and stepping closer to you until you're forced to crane your neck to look up at him. 

"And what does any of this have to do with me?" 

Swallowing thickly, you try to find a quick reply. "I'm just sharing, that's all."

"No, you're not," he snaps. "You know, I'm pretty tired of this."

"This…?" you ask, and he scoffs.

Suguru flips your skirt up, fully revealing to him the pair of panties you chose to wear tonight. 

"Hey! Don't do that—" you move to hit his hand but he just grabs your wrist, stopping you. 

"I'm sick of you pretending you don't want me," he tugs you closer to him until you can feel his breath fanning against your neck. He inhales, scowling as he smells your perfume—the one you selected for your 'date.' 

"We can't, Sugu," you protest weakly. You don't try to pull away. 

"Mm, is that why you say my name when you touch yourself? And go on all those dates with losers who look like me?" His free hand trails down your side, giving your thigh a squeeze before pulling your legs apart. "It's just the next best thing, right?" 

Your heart races, finally being confronted with what you've been dancing around for months, what you've been trying to avoid. Though, if you weren't ready to face the reality of what's going on between you two then you shouldn't have been egging it on. 

You shouldn't have been dangling Suguru's doppelgängers in his face, showing off your panties and practically begging for his attention. 

"It's not like that," you say, but even your tone conveys that you know that's bullshit.

Suguru laughs, slipping his hands between your thighs. You close them on instinct but he just forces them open again. 

"I don't think every sister gets this wet for their brother," Suguru rubs your cunt, feeling you over the thin fabric of your underwear. It wasn't that damp when you got dropped off. "C'mon, tell your big brother how he makes you feel." 

You can’t bring yourself to do it.

You can’t even when Suguru yanks your panties to the side, plunging two long fingers into your tight hole. You tell him to stop, keep pleading that it's not right even though you're holding onto his shoulder as he curls the digits perfectly inside you. Your back arching into his chest, you seek to be impossibly closer to him when his thumb finds your clit. 

"Say it," he rasps, "say it's me who you want." 

You still don't. 

And yet you whine pathetically when Suguru pulls his hand away, leaving you soaked and desperate for the orgasm that he denied you. 

But then he sinks to his knees, sliding your legs onto his shoulders as he stuffs his face into your pussy. You taste fucking incredible. The flavor of you is so addictive, only complemented by the immorality of it being on his tongue that’s buried inside his baby sister's cunt. 

Suguru's frustration grows when he hears you above him, scolding him as you usually do, saying that he's being gross. Saying that you don't want to do this with him, all the while you're grinding down onto his face, smearing your slick around his mouth and nose while you greedily accept every ounce of pleasure he's offering. 

Your brother pours all of his anger into ravaging you. He eats you out like a man starved, shoving his fingers back inside you while he sucks on your clit until you're trembling in his hold and cumming with a reluctant moan.

He wipes his mouth as he rises to his feet again, staring down at you with his pupils blown wide. "You think any of those guys could have made you feel that good?"

Your chest is heaving as you meet his gaze, speechless.

"They couldn't," he answers for you. "They'd never be able to satisfy a slut like you that cums in her brother's mouth."

"D-don't say that, Sugu. That's fucked." 

"Oh, give me a break." He palms at the bulge in his pants, trying to relieve some of the ache. He's so hard that he's probably dripping pre in his briefs already. 

And of course, you're so damn stubborn that you still try to pretend that you don't want Suguru when he sinks his cock into you, even as you're wrapping your ankles around his hips. Not to mention the fact that your pussy is sopping wet, making it so easy for him to slide in and out of you. 

The desk is rocking beneath you as Suguru slams his hips into yours with a force so strong you're worried you'll break. Your brother has two fingers hooked in your mouth, using them as leverage to pound into you harder and relishing in the way you gargle and gag around him. 

He'd gotten sick of hearing you still bitching and moaning about how wrong this is, deciding that he needed to shut you up. If his fingers didn't work, then his words would have when he asked you how your cum tasted on your brother's fingers. 

It's only when you orgasm for the second time tonight that your brother gets what he's been asking for the whole time. He frees your mouth of his fingers when he can feel your pussy throbbing around his length, leaving you gasping for air. And the first word out of your mouth is the most perfect cry of Suguru's name as you fall apart for him. 

As stubborn as you are, Suguru always knows what you need, sometimes it just takes a little effort to coax it out of you. 

⠀ ⠀"If this is how I'm reward for my patience, then I'm not complaining in the least," Sylus murmurs. He takes a deep breath, her perfume filling his lungs— sugar and vanilla, like a treat waiting to be devoured. Without shame, his red gaze roams every inch of her, drinking in the sight of her like a man starved.

⠀ ⠀"Now, loveliest birthday present of mine, will you allow this gluttonous, greedy man to finally indulge himself?"

AAA hellooo I am posting this late (so sorry & happy belated birthday sy </3) but thank you once again to the amazing @nykur0h for this lovely comm ! It is always such a pleasure to work with you ‹𝟹 I am still on break rn, so I'll be posting this and going back into my little hidey-hole ^^ also, the original blurb I wrote for this got out of hand . . . so that almost 4k thing is scheduled to be posted today in an xreader format, if anyone is interested :3