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You can't say no to your half-sister, Rei. This is perhaps the only time you really should have.

tags. Dark Fic, Dark Kuroo, Pervy Kuroo, Awkward Reader, Age Gap ( 8 Years), Non-Con Somonophilia, Extreme Dub-Con, "Cheating", Doggystyle, PIV

i say "cheating" because while kuroo is cheating on his partner the reader is 100% an unwilling party member. song title comes from "MAMA" by EXO-K

"Rei...I really don't think this is a good idea" You say quietly, trying to pass Rei her phone back. She doesn't let you and you're forced to gaze at the pictures of the sprawling rustic cabin very much against your will. "I would like to go, really I would but...I just don't think I can right now"

You look up into Rei's pouty face—who has never been one to pull her punches in order to get what she wants. And what she wants right now is you on this trip with her.

People have always said that the two of you look alike, eerily like twins despite only being half-sisters. You two may share a father, buts thats as far as the similarities between you two go. It feels like an insult, one that Rei has never taken offense to. You don't see how people look at someone as beautiful as Rei and possibly see you as well.

"Come on—! It's just for a week!" Rei makes an exaggerated whimpering noise like a kicked puppy. One manicured and very elegant finger begins to swipe through the photos, as if showing you what you were potentially missing out on. "You don't even have to pay for anything. Tetsurou says it's completely paid off! And he's agreed to pay for everything else. All you have to do is show up!"

You bite your lip anxiously, once more attempting to shove her phone out of your face.

"Rei, I just can't take off work for a whole week—"

"I bet you have more than a week of PTO already" She interjects, eyes flashing at you. You aren't sure if that's true or not but- "You've been working like a dog since high school. I don't even think you know how to relax. You can think of it like a free vacation!"

You won't. Not to mention, you and your mom aren't exactly swimming in money. Not like Rei's family. A week off work is impossible. As much as you love her, it frustrates you that she doesn't seem to understand the rampant class differences between you.

Rei seems to sense that you're closer to kicking her out than saying yes in the first place, and switches tatics. Unfortunately for you, it's the easiest tactic and never works out in your favor. " She looks away, sighing forlornly—playing it up. "All I want for my birthday is to have my most favorite people ever there with me...and that includes you. Ever since I went, it's like we've grown distance. I think this trip could be good for both of us. That's all"

There are just too many unknowns. You don't know her boyfriend, Kuroo Tetsurou that well. You don't know Rei's new college friends either. Everyone, as far as you're concerned, already knows everyone else. And you'll be there—for an entire week, surrounded by strangers. You don't see this ending in any other way that isn't disastrous.

But one final, earnest look into Rei's eyes has that very valid voice inside of you shutting up. Even if you're sure your friendship won't last past her graduation, the least you can do for Rei is show up and actually act like you want to be there for her. After all, you only turn 21 once.

You don't even have to say anything. Rei whoops and cheers, throwing her arms around your neck, giggling way too loudly into your ear.

Dread sinks down into your stomach like a heavy stone.

The photos really don't do it justice, you think sourly, as your car pulls into the long winding driveway. A lot bigger in person and more of a contemporary mansion with the rustic cabin feel. A large pond in the front yard, a bonfire. Large, stone steps with not a vine in sight.

In other words, it's absolutely beautiful. You wouldn't mind living in a place like this—surrounded by nature and removed from the city life.

There are several other cars in the driveway, shiny new things that look like it stepped right out of a magazine. Your car is...reliable, you'll say the least. Enough to get you to and from work and good through weathered storms.

You register the sound of Rei's loud chattering voice, nearing closer and closer until you see her at last. She's flanked by bodies, though she drops everything to jump into your arms. You stagger backwards trying to support her weight—but you don't dare drop her.

"You came! You actually came!" Rei cheers, and you feel her arms around your neck tighten. You sputter and cough weakly.

"I told you I was coming" Is your murmured reply, suddenly feeling shy in front of so many other eyes. You've never liked being the center of attention, but such things are impossible when you hang around someone like Rei—who soaks up attention like a sponge. "Why do you sound so surprised?"

"You know Rei, just a little dramatic" A male voice cuts in, and both of your heads perk up at the sound of Kuroo's voice. Your head darts back down though, eyes trained onto the cobblestone. Rei makes some protest that you don't fully hear, ears trapped in your stomach.

Kuroo speaks again, this time entirely too close. You try to back away, but Rei's hold onto your shoulders makes sure you stay exactly where you're meant to. And Kuroo, ever the dutiful boyfriend, is right beside her.

"Wow. You two really do look like twins" He says, and the sound of his voice makes you believe like he might be smirking as he says it, arm looped casually around Rei's shoulder.

You don't really know what to say to that. Give a lazy, one shouldered shrug. "I guess so. I don't think so"

"Well, I do" Rei interjects, shrugging Kuroo's arm off of her shoulders to press your cheeks together. Her hand squishes both your cheeks and hers. "I told you, Tetsu."

A hum, contemplative. "Two pretty girls"

Your eyes dart to Rei, widened and slightly panicked. Should he be saying that? She doesn't seem bothered by it, or uncomfortable? So why do you? You don't have much time to dwell on it, as Rei claps her hands together and proclaims that she must give you a tour immediately.

"Is this all you packed?" Kuroo inquires, suddenly stepping into your personal space and taking your duffel from your hands, hoisting it up easily on his shoulder.

"I have one more in the backseat—" You stumble, backing away. "But it's okay—I can get them"

Kuroo smiles at you, with a glint in his eyes that does nothing but make the discomfort in your stomach flare to rest of your body. "I'm afraid I'll have to insist."

Get awaygetaway, get away— your instincts seem to scream at you, so you nod and hurriedly scamper after Rei into the house. Anything to get away from him.

She introduces you to her other friends when you come across them. Ayame, in the kitchen, who is a nursing major in her first year. There's Daisuke—majoring in accounting and a second year, with sandy blond hair that must be fake. Then Ren, first year sports medicine major and finally, glamorous first year child education major Koharu.

Rei hurries you along, finally getting to a long hallway, lined with doors. The way she brims with excitement spells nothing but gossip.

She caves the second you two are alone. "Okay so. Ren and Koharu just got together. As in, yesterday. They've been FWB for a while. And they didn't tell me. Should I feel some sort of way about that?" Before you can even think of a response, Rei is barreling onwards. "But Dai and Ayame are highschool sweethearts. He studied hard to get into University of Tokyo so they could be together. Isn't that cute?"

Well. If Ayame and Daisuke are together, and Ren and Koharu and then Kuroo and Rei...your face pales. "Wait. I'm the only single person here?"

Rei pauses in the middle of the hallway, as if she hadn't yet considered that. You didn't think anything could be worse than going on a trip where you only knew one person. But going on a trip where everyone else is in a relationship is ten times worse. You feel like you're going to be sick.

"Well we aren't going to start having weird sex parties in the living room!" Rei protests, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're 20, not 12. Relationships shouldn't be gross anymore. It's a normal part of adulthood"

You squirm in place at that. Rei is being just a tad bit unfair about the whole thing, you feel. But she isn't really someone who can be reasoned with without feeling personally attacked.

"You're right" You affirm, steeling your nerves with a smile that only betrays how nervous you feel about everything. "It's only for a week" and it's not like you'll end up seeing anyone after the week is over with.

Rei brightens. You've said the right thing this time. Good. "I guess it's good news then that they stay on the other side of the hall, isn't it? And the rooms here are bathrooms. Tetsurou and I are sleeping in this room, and your room is here" It's the dark oak door directly across from her own. "So if you need anything, you can always come get me, okay?"

The words bring a small smile to your face. Rei's always been protective over you, even as kids. As spoiled as she was, you can't help but deny that there's some sweetness to her too. But the two of you aren't children anymore. Rei's changed and moving on to different stages of her life now. Stages where you're increasingly becoming more aware of the fact that you don't belong.

Knuckles rap against the door, three sharp times. Whoever it is, it isn't Rei. Your stomach flutters with anxiety and endless nerves. You don't really know who to expect, but Kuroo isn't very high on your list.

He shoulders into the space like he owns it (well, he does), disarming smile on his face. The smell of his cologne fills the air—something warm and heavy. You aren't a fan of it at all, nose wrinkling as you take a step back. "Rei says dinner will be done soon"

"I already ate" You mumble, busying yourself with unpacking your second duffel so that you don't have to look in Kuroo's direction. "I'm just going to head to sleep as soon as I shower"

The sound of your door clicking shut ensures that you do, in fact, look in his direction, head swiveling to face Rei's boyfriend, panicked. What is he doing? Why—what? Why is the door closed?

"Are you not feeling well?" He inquires, standing between you and the door. His head tilts to the side, black hair dipping into his amber eyes, spiked like a cat's fur. "Rei mentioned that you're prone to feeling nauseous. Says something about it stemming from your anxiety. Should I tell her that's the reason why you won't be joining everyone else tonight?"

Why would you tell him that? You think helplessly, before nodding. With everything being sprung on you at the last moment—packing and preparing for the trip to the reality that you'll be surrounded by couples has been sending your nerves into overdrive. You couldn't force food down even if you were starving.

A smile dawns onto Kuroo's face. "I'll tell her, don't worry Bird" He says, stepping further into the room and toying with your small Tweety Bird plush on the desk. "You know—the first time we met you wouldn't even speak to me. But Rei told me you just get a little shy around new people. Which is a relief. I thought you hated me. But I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me, either. I promise I don't bite, okay?"

Your eyes dart back to the duffel. You know Rei only means well, but damn her and her big mouth. Your hand curls around an article of clothing, smoothing over it with your fingers. Why is he still here? Why did he shut the door? What if someone saw? What if someone gets the wrong idea and tells Rei? You don't want to be here anymore. You want to go home. "Okay"

Another smile. No teeth, like a wolf in sheep's clothing concealing its fangs from view.

The minute Kuroo leaves the room, you dart over to the desk and snatch the Tweety plush from its surface, breath rattling in your lungs. You smooth your hands over it, feeling the softness of the fabric as you soothe your nerves.

Whatever that was, you were sure that you were just imagining it. You know you get like this sometimes. Anxious and scared over things that aren't. Normally, you would go to Rei for help. And even with her door right across from your own, you're too afraid to. What would you say to her, anyway?

Sorry Rei. You picture yourself saying. I want to go home, your boyfriend scares me.

It's the age gap, you think, as you put away the last of your things. Rei is one year older than you yet Kuroo is seven years older than her. It's impossible to feel at ease around a stranger. Nonetheless one eight years your senior and then expected to treat him like a friend, at that.

How is he able to act so friendly around everyone else, much less date someone so much younger than him?

It's...wrong, you feel. He's nearly 30. Shouldn't he be with someone his own age?

Rei's words enter your mind once more. You're 20, not 12. You're only blowing it all out of proportion. No one else seems uncomfortable around Kuroo—much less Rei. Besides, Rei is turning 21 in a couple of days. She's an adult, and far more mature than you are—despite the way she carries on. She's got her head on straight. University, a mature boyfriend, surrounded by good-natured friends.

You twist and turn in bed, trying to get yourself to relax in such an unfamiliar environment. Only seven more days. That's all you have to do. Even you can do that much.

Six more days, you think, as birds wake you up with their singing.

It's early, seven and you've barely slept a wink. The bed is much softer than the one you own and it isn't for lack of trying. Everything about this room is just nicer than what you're used to. Hopefully tonight, you'll be able to sleep better.

You scurry out of bed and into the shower and back out again. You're surprised you've managed to avoid everyone. But then again, these are uni kids and if they're anything like Rei—are used to sleeping in and even skipping the occasional class or two to sleep in some more.

The easy-going optimistic outlook you have for today ends up being squandered flat when you realize Kuroo has beat you to the kitchen. He's standing by the coffee machine dressed in low-rise sweats and black tank top.

"Good morning" He says, hip against the kitchen counter, dragging his eyes down your body. "Coffee?"

"No thank you" You say quietly, and with lack of anything else to do, stumble over to the island counter to take a seat at one of the tall barstools.

A part of you wants to scurry back to the bedroom, where you can try to wait it out. But since you skipped dinner the night before, you're starving. Nervously, you wring your hands in your lap. Rei would want you to start a conversation with him.

You wrack your mind for something to say, considering the fact that Kuroo is happy to watch the coffee machine do its thing. But all you can come up with is, "D-do you always wake up so early?"

You're given a wolfish grin for your efforts. "You're up early too, Bird"

Sharks swarm in your belly as if your organs are mere fish. You bow your head, tracing idyllic little shapes on the smooth marble surface, so shiny you can see your reflection in it. "I work morning shifts. I couldn't sleep in even if I wanted to"

"Then you and I are the same" Kuroo hums, leaning across the island bar, sipping at his coffee. He takes it plain, you notice. That can't be good. Even when the rim of the mug is lifted to his lips, you can still see the way his amber eyes study you. You feel like a butterfly pinned to a board.

"That's right...Rei told me you worked in..." What was it again? "Marketing?"

Kuroo flashes you a million dollar smile, chuckling. "That's right, little bird" You wish he would stop calling you that. It makes you just as uncomfortable as everything else about him. "What do you do? Are you in school?"

You shake your head, dread starting to fill every pore. "Just working"

To your surprise, Kuroo doesn't delve deeper or pry. It's unusual for adults his age but you're all the more thankful for it. He doesn't seem to be judging you for it either—despite that everyone else is in university already.

"Rei did mention something like that. She talks about you so often, I feel like I know you well already" You chuckle nervously at that, sheepishly shrugging your shoulder, eyes downcast. Kuroo seems to zero in on that, and strikes like a snake with its fangs in the throat of a mouse. Everything about him makes you feel like you're being hunted. "You don't agree? Bird, you're going to hurt my feelings"

Luckily, you're saved from answering when Koharu strolls sleepily into the kitchen. You're so thankful for her presence you could just about kiss her. She greets you both, yawning behind her palm. You manage to give a soft greeting in return.

"Has Rei said anything about breakfast, Kuroo?" She inquires, pouring herself a cup of water. "Or is it a fend for yourself thing?"

You envy her tranquil energy. She doesn't seem nervous or put out by him at all.

Kuroo snickers. It makes him look a little younger. "Sleeping Beauty isn't awake yet" and likely won't be for a while, if no one wakes her. That pulls an exasperated groan from Koharu, as if she too were expecting that response.

"So it is a fend for yourself thing" She says, confidently pushing past Kuroo to get to the fridge. She pulls it open, holding the door against her hip, eyes scanning over its contents. Then sighs, and closes it again. "Kuroo—delivery works here, right?"

"Too good to cook?" Kuroo replies, looking at her from the rim of his mug again.

"If you want a house to come back to, I think its in everyone's best interest that I don't cook"

A soft smile dashes onto your face, though you pretend to be engrossed in your phone. In reality, you aren't doing anything more than checking the settings app.

Breakfast ends up being a chaotic affair as more people pour into the kitchen. There's a (somewhat) playful argument that unfolds about who will cook what and when before Kuroo decides that the best course of action is split up into duos in charge of meals. There won't be much eating in anyway, as Rei has a list of restaurants in the area.

As the day goes on, your nerves slowly start to melt away. They aren't so bad, Rei's friends. Sure―there's the occasional class gap comment and plenty of bouts of awkward silence. But Rei is quick to smooth things right over. And as long as you're as far away from Kuroo as possible, then it really isn't as awful as you thought it would be.

That's what you think, until everything goes to shit on day three.

It's the day before Rei's birthday, and she's turned into a bit of a bridezilla over it. She isn't usually like this, isn't one to let her emotions get the control over her. But with the resturant cancelling her reservation a day in advance and Daisuke needing to leave early for a family emergency―everything must seem like it's unraveling for Rei.

But...you don't think what Rei said was because of that. Nor was it okay. The entire table is stunned into silence and even Kuroo appears to have nothing to say. And you're only an outsider, so really the only thing you can do is observe. But Rei and her friends seem like the sorts to trade barbs with one another.

Thats what everyone had been doing, even you weren't safe from the gentle ribbing of Rei's friends. But all of it was in good fun. You even found yourself trading quips in return with them. You thought it was a normal thing for them, no harm no foul.

Until a joke goes too far. You stare in shock at Rei, as she sips away at her champagne (ordered for her by Kuroo―of course), seemingly uncaring of the fact that Koharu is struggling to hold back tears. But you can tell by the tense line of Rei's shoulders and the firm grip of the stem of the glass means that she feels a lot more guilty than what she's willing to show.

Ren breaks out of his stupor first. He shoots daggers in Rei's general direction, reaching out to brace a hand on his girlfriend's shoulder.

Koharu jerks away from him and forces a smile onto her face. "I'm fine...really, I'm fine" She seems far from it. Your eyes dart from Ren to Koharu before finally settling on your half sister―who feels you looking and resolutely juts out her chin.

So she isn't going to apologize.

"No, it's not fine" Ren presses, hand on her shoulder. His voice is hard, and clearly angry. "This isn't the first time she's said something like this to you"

Rei gasps, affronted. Your eyes dart around helplessly. Has no one else realized that you're still in the restaurant? You can feel your nerves grating against one another anxiously. Surely you're imagining the way the table ahead of you keeps glancing back.

"And I told you that in confidence" Koharu hisses back before looking to the rest of the table apologetically. Ayame looks just as uncomfortable as you are.

"No―what was it?" Rei challenges, crossing her arms over her chest. When Kuroo tries to mollify her, she shrugs off the touch with a cold glare. "What was it that I said was so bad you had to go to Ren about it? The same guy who didn't care about you besides screwing your guts and disregarding your feelings, by the w―"

"I think we should get the check" You hear yourself saying, before Rei can finish, though what was said was already bad enough. Kuroo actually winces beside her, hand coming up to scrub the lower half of his face tiredly.

"I think that's a great idea" Ayame says, standing from the table and gathering her bag off of the back of her chair. "I need a smoke break"

"I'll get the bill" Kuroo starts, already reaching into his pocket for his wallet. It's the easy way out, and you almost wish you had enough money to spare to be able to do the same. "I'll join you all in the parking lot shortly. Sweetheart, you should stay with me"

Rei opens her mouth to give some sort of protest―but a final look from Kuroo has her falling silent.

Awkwardly, you end up following behind Koharu and Ren outside of the restaurant. Ayame stands off to the side, smoking a cigarette while she speaks into her phone. Relaying what just occurred to Daisuke, no doubt. You watch as Koharu and Ren exchanged heated whispers of their own.

You try to scroll on your phone to pass the time, but of course now happens to be the one time where your service is dogshit. A hand on your ass brings you out of your thoughts. You seize up like a taut wire as the palm, broad, squeezes. Groping you.

Bile rises up in your throat. Kuroo's voice in your ear, the hand that was groping your ass coming up to throw itself casually around your shoulders.

A kiss to the side of your head. "She isn't usually like that, is she, little bird?"

Horrified, your eyes dart around the parking lot. No one else has seen―how has no one seen him? What he did to you? You're right there in the open...how did he? Where did he come from?

Before you can even think of what to say, or how to extract yourself from the situation, you hear the telltale sound of Rei's heels clicking down the asphalt, glowing underneath the moonlight.

Kuroo stares at her, pretending to be shocked, before looking back at you. He withdraws his arm from around your shoulder and shoves his hands into his pockets.

"God, baby. I thought she was you the whole time" He says, snickering a laugh―crowding into her space to kiss Rei messily on the cheek. "You need to grow out your hair, or something"

Rei's dress is floor length, bodycon and a magenta in color. She instructed the rest of the guests to wear black and dark red. You wore a simple midi black dress with matching heels. There's no way he could have gotten your dresses possibly confused. And Rei...she should know that.

But, she's so fixated on the events that happened moments ago in the restaurant that she doesn't even bother to spare a look in your direction before ordering you into the backseat. The entire car ride back to the house, you try and think of a way to tell her what he did.

She should know. She should―no, she needs to dump him. What he did to you wasn't okay. Rei might be selfish and spoiled but the love she feels for you as her sister is far greater than what she feels for Kuroo. It'll suck to do this right before her birthday, not even to mention that it's in the midst of everything else that's gone wrong for her. But, she'll understand.

You need to do this.

Doing so proves to be much harder than you imagined, once you actually make it back. Kuroo seems to be plastered to Rei's side in a way that he usually isn't―and you don't think you'll be able to catch her alone at all before the night is over with.

"I need another drink" She says, collapsing onto the couch, kicking off her heels. Ren and Koharu are still outside, you think. Ayame is nowhere to be seen. "Tetsu, you have something, right?"

"Not if you don't want to be hungover tomorrow" He tells her, the perfect deflection, sunny smile ready at his disposal. He doesn't even look in your direction once―even at the way you obviously hover around her. "I made a lot of plans for us tomorrow, Rei. I don't want to have to push them back"

That's right. Rei and Kuroo were supposed to leave on a couples getaway the entire day. That was the entire point of having the birthday dinner tonight. Your panic at the realization only grows. She'll be all alone with the guy who...

"I used to get blackout drunk and go to class the next day without anyone noticing. I can handle myself just fine, babe" She snaps, running a hand through her hair, outright glaring at him. You aren't sure if what she's said is true, but Kuroo seems to know when to push. "Besides―it's my birthday. If I want another drink, I should have another drink"

It isn't her birthday yet. Kuroo wisely doesn't choose to bring this up either. Instead, he holds his hands up in the universal 'don't shoot' gesture, before going to do as she asked.

The minute you're sure he's out of earshot, you grab onto Rei's arm.

"Rei―" You start, but before you can get another word out, she's groaning and shrugging you off. "Kuroo, he―"

"God, what?" She snaps at you, sitting up straight on the couch. You too, face a glare from your half-sister. "I really don't have time to deal with your shit right now, on top of everything else. I've got enough to stress about, okay?"

You reel back from her like you've just been slapped. Your mouth runs dry and you feel tears pricking up in the corners of your eyes.

"Okay" Is your mumbled reply, just as Ren and Koharu enter from the front of the lodge. They don't even spare a glance in Rei's direction, continuing on down the hall. "Sorry. It's nothing"

Rei takes one look at your face and groans aloud. You can tell its from obligation rather than actual guilt and remorse. "Fuck. I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. I just...fuck, why is everything going wrong right now?"

"Maybe you and Koharu-san just need to talk things out tomorrow. You won't feel so angry, come morning" You tell her, shrugging off the apology with a quiet smile. "You both just need to sleep on it"

She seems to consider your words for a moment. You can't tell if she really agrees, or if she just wants you to go away and give her some space. To be honest, you aren't sure if you meant them all yourself.

After all, you wouldn't blame Koharu for cutting ties with Rei after this trip. You resolve to take things out with her tomorrow as well. And if Rei won't break up with Kuroo then, after he hears what you have to say―you'll be cutting ties with her too.

You wake up in slow stages―thoughts just as sluggish as you attempt to cling to the remnants of your dream. Something about an awful episode of the Looney Tunes and Rei and everything else that happened at the restaurant.

Yet, all of it dissolves as the late hour pierces the quiet room. The sheets below your fingertips, smooth and smelling faintly of your soap. The mattress shifting under your weight.

In the somewhat hazy moments between waking fully and still being asleep, you register...hands. Big hands, warm and solid, gripping onto your waist. Sliding along your skin until your shirt is shoved underneath your armpits, a presence behind you when there shouldn't be one at all.

The realization rushes through you like a train. Someone is in your room. Someone is touching you. You aren't wearing your pants. You aren't wearing your underwear either. The more you register, the more afraid you become. Hair tickles against your cheek and the sickening scent of Kuroo's aftershave is enough to have you gasping out.

His hands on your waist slide up towards your ribcage now, fingers splaying across the bones. And then higher up still―cupping your breasts in his heated palms. Your eyes register to the darkness of the room, though it doesn't help. The curtains are drawn shut and even then, the moon isn't shining nearly as brightly anymore.

How did he come in? You locked the door. You locked the door.

That doesn't matter, you find yourself thinking, as a wet warmth suctions over the skin of your neck. A mouth. Kuroo's mouth with just a hint of teeth and the slithering wet appendage of his tongue―sucking a mark. This is Kuroo's house. He has...he probably has the masterkey.

He wouldn't have been able to get in any other way. Because you locked the door. His fingers fondle at your breasts, pinching and tugging at your nipples until a little noise leaves your lips, shame darting down your back in fearful increments.

Your own breath quickens slightly as Kuroo's knee slides between your legs, slightly adjusting your position. You rest somewhat on your knees, face and upper body still pressed down onto the rustling sheets. Kuroo's knee moves out of the way and your surprised that no sound comes out of you at all when his palm suddenly cups your pussy.

You don't give any reaction at all besides your eyes snapping wide open. You should be doing something...saying anything. Screaming. Push him off of you, at least and run to Rei for help. But your entire body is tense with fear. You can't move can't even think��mind stopping and breaking, refusing to let you fully process what's going on.

There's a soft exhale behind you. It makes your knees tremble, you think. You can't feel anything but anxiety flopping in your stomach. You might even throw up, you think. Kuroo shifts even closer and then you feel the undeniable heat of his fully erect cock against your bare ass.

Everything is hazy and startlingly clear, all at once.

"Are you still pretending to be asleep, Bird?" He asks, voice whisper soft and gravely in your ear. You screw your eyes shut at that, heart pounding a mile a minute inside of your chest. When it's evident that you aren't going answer, Kuroo chuckles. "That's alright, baby―you can just keep pretending"

The hand not cupping your pussy runs reverently over your ass. Another soft grunt, entire body stilling as Kuroo begins grinding his cock against you. You hope your breathing isn't nearly as loud and panicked as you think it is, biting down on your lip hard―clinging to the desperate hope that this is just another bad dream.

It isn't a dream, though. Even your worst nightmares couldn't conjure up the very real feeling of Kuroo's long cock rutting against your ass, slipping between your thighs to slide through your wet folds. The fact that you manage to feel arousal from this at all does nothing but worsen the shame you feel.

You're a terrible friend, a horrible sister. Rei's going to hate you when she finds out.

"Oh..." Kuroo sighs wistfully, seconds later feeling his head against the back of your shoulder as he betweens to rut his cock between your thighs. The insides of your thighs quiver like taut strings ready to break―stifling a quiet panicked sob as Kuroo replaces his cock with his hand, rubbing through your wet folds. You're getting wetter still, practically dripping down his wrist, much to his pleasure.

His lips press to the skin of your shoulder. "I knew you wanted me, little bird. You were jus' shy, weren't you?"

You want to shake your head no. You want to tell him that you've felt something wrong about him sense the beginning. That you never once trusted him, despite only meeting him in person one other time before this. You want to scream out for Rei, to push him away and run into the safety of her arms. But you can't. You just lie there, waiting for it to be over.

It's damning, realizing that there's so much more you should have done, but too afraid to do any of it all. Then, cracking through your thoughts like a warm knife on butter ; two of Kuroo's slicked fingers press against your entrance and push right in.

They're long―gliding right in like he's done this before. Done this to you before. How long were you asleep? You choke back a whimper, hand fighting tightly onto the sheets as your body trembles. Kuroo's content to lazily thrust his fingers in and out of your cunt, sliding in a third beside the second. Your back bows at the slightly painful stretch and you cover your own mouth to stifle the keen that leaves you.

Covering for him.

Then, just as casually as he slipped them into you in the first place, Kuroo pulls his fingers back out of you again. In fact, he moves back completely, stepping away and taking the blanket with him. You've shut your eyes again, not realizing when―but still too afraid to open them again. You don't hear the door clicking shut, so it dashes the quick hope that he's finished with you early.

You let out a startled muffle against your palm as you suddenly find yourself face first into the pillow. You fight hard against the instinct to look over your shoulder to see what Kuroo might be doing. Your throat bobs, when he climbs back behind you on the bed, bare cock hard as steel as is presses against your backside.

A hand spreads your thighs apart, air brushing against your pussy and you realize all too late what's about to happen. A split second to gather your bearings is all you have before Kuroo's cock presses into your cunt and splits you open.

This time, there's no denying the loud, pained whimper that escapes you―pointless now to try and pretend to be asleep. Your eyes widen, growing impossibly big in the stillness of night. You half think to shout one last time, give one more plea. I'm not Rei you want to scream, to warn him. As if he doesn't fully know who it is that he's doing this to. Please stop, I'm not―

Your forced to bite down on the pillow as another handful of inches pushes deeply inside. It's a friction that shoots all the way down to your toes, eyes wet with unshed tears because it doesn't feel good. Even with all the prep you're sure Kuroo's given to you, it doesn't take away from the fact that he's big.

Too big, but Kuroo continues pushing on, cramming his cock in your virgin pussy―despite the fact that it burns, that you can feel yourself stretching around his girth to accommodate him. This time, you really do sob into the pillows, as Kuroo's hands latch onto your waist―holding you up in a position that your knees won't allow. Your body tries to give out, but its pointless. Before you can even fall back down again, Kuroo's just holding you back in the same position.

"Fuck...little bird" Kuroo breaths, when his balls smack against the back of your thighs. "Been so long since I had a virgin"

He says it like you wanted this ; any of this. You didn't even want to be here. Rei's feelings on the matter be damned. As Kuroo pulls back out and shoves inside again, you realize you should have never come.

Kuroo begins to fuck you with intention, pace slow and even but no less purposeful. His fingers press bruises into your skin, surely they do, and you're horrified at the fact that you're going to see them tomorrow. Your fingers twist and pull at the sheets, letting out soft, weak noises into the air, feeling the tears slip down your cheeks as the shame burns throughout your entire body. Like fire. Hot, molten, lava.

Does he do this to Rei, you find yourself thinking. Is this the sort of fucking she likes? Raw? You aren't on the pill. You didn't need to be―before now you were a virgin. You wanted your first time to be with someone special, someone you cared for.

Not like this.

The sudden thought makes a fresh waves of tears escape you. You mewl loudly, too loudly. Kuroo pauses, hand slipping over your mouth.

"Shh, it's okay, Bird"

It isn't. You don't' want this.

"I know its a lot, little bird" He says in your ear, hips continuing to lazily thrust into your cunt―biting back gasps of his own. "But you have to keep it down, okay? You don't want Rei to find you like this, do you? Hm? What would she think?"

Horror washes over you like an ice-bath. You don't want Rei to know. You don't want her to see you like this, whimpering and crying on Kuroo's cock.

Fingers thread through your hair. Kuroo pushes you down, fully into the pillows. "There you go, bird, just use that" And then one hand settles on the back of your neck and the other on your waist before he resumes fucking you for real.

His balls smack loudly against your bottom, cock practically drilling into your wet cunt. Choked noises leave your lips, hands gripping the sheets so hard you fear they'll tear apart right at the seams as tears consider to slide down, wetting the material below. Kuroo must not like the position and the noise it makes because he's shifting again.

Paralyzed with self-loathing and shame, you do nothing to stop him as he brings you back up to your knees. This time, one hand lands on the back of your thigh, keeping you spread open as his cock continues to pound into you.

"That's it" Kuroo praises breathlessly in your ear, grunting out a string of several soft-spoken curses. "Voice down, bird, just like that. You're taking it so well. Knew you'd be good for me"

Your cunt clamps around his cock, feel your insides and stomach swooping with the rush of a rollercoaster everytime Kuroo fucks inside. Your breath spasms choppily―eyes screwing tightly shut as you try to imagine anything else but what's currently happening. Is Rei asleep? Is she awake? You hope she isn't. Hope that she continues to slumber away like the dead. Kuroo's breathing is heavy and humid, hitting against the back of your ear―in tune with your own silted breaths.

You come, suddenly, clenching tight around his cock as you feel it all gush out of you. Kuroo praises you for it, which only worsens the shame you feel in the moment. The relief is just as horrible as it is needed, desperate. You bite at your hand, hard, stifling the worst of the noises, toes curling and pushing at the sheets below you.

You can't tell Rei about this, you realize. You can't tell her and that just makes it worse. She'll never forgive you for finding pleasure in this act. In her eyes, you'll be just as horrible as Kuroo.

Your orgasm knocks the air out of you, but you realize that Kuroo isn't stopping. Your body is boneless from cumming, and it's harder to tamper down on the onslaught of noises that escape you―bitten back gasps and moans, pussy sensitive. But Kuroo does not stop; only shifts you so that you lie flat on your back, smothering himself into the skin of your neck as his thrusts grow so hard it moves your body along the bed with every thrust.

Then Kuroo bucks forward one last time, hand shooting out to stop the headboard from slamming against the wall―bearing all of his weight on top of you as he cums. His panting cuts off into still silence, mouth sucking a mark into your neck and jaw.

It takes you a second to register the fact that he's still inside. To register the feeling of hot cum spreading, shooting out of Kuroo's spent cock in bursts as it throbs inside of you.

Your vision swims with panic. You could get pregnant from this, you realize. You don't want to. Kuroo pulls out then, cool air rushing to your pussy―leaving you achingly empty. You feel the slightly off smattering of his mouth against your cheek, noses swiping against your own.

You can't bear to look at him, as he rolls off of the bed and begins righting his clothes. You almost wish he would take you with him, wherever it is he's going. So that you don't have to remain in this place where he took your virginity, as if you'll be able to sleep for the remainder of this trip.

If you'll be able to sleep comfortably after this, at all. Even when Kuroo isn't here. Even when you're in the comforts of your own room.

"Morning, little bird" Kuroo says, in greeting the next morning. You and Rei stand side by side in the kitchen. You stiffen up, staring down at your cup of orange juice so that you don't have to look him in the eye.

Rei makes an expression, face screwing up in confusion. "Who are you talking to?"

"You, who else?" He says, eye shutting with a grin as he pulls her in for a kiss and hug. She melts into it. Kuroo opens an eye and slides you a pill still in the plastic. You snatch it off the table and shove it into the pocket of your sweatpants. "Because of your shirt, duh" He explains, when she pulls back.

Rei glances down at her shirt. Tweety Bird and Sylvester the Cat. Makes another face.

"Oh, this isn't mine" She says, and jerks her head in your direction. "I took it from her years ago"

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x black reader #kuroo tetsurou x black reader #✭.kuroo #✭.hq #✭.dc #✭.dubcon #✭.agegap

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amalainse · 13 days ago

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i now use my southern-ness to the full extent of my evil southern belle ability to get discounts wherever i go

#just lay it on a bit thick and next thing i know they're using the employee discount on me #its great #i didnt realize so many people had a thing for southern accents #i just thought it was a joke or something but no its real 😭#✭.malpractice

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“so he’s not your boyfriend?”

your fingers twitch restlessly, hovering in the air where you’ve paused in the middle of typing away at your laptop. you exhale, slow and heavy, through your nostrils, trying to shove the irritation, embarrassment, and shame that the questions rouses in you deep down in a box that you will most certainly not be unpacking later.

“no,” you mutter in response, poking at your keyboard more furiously than before. you refuse to meet your friend’s eyes. “can we get back to the project now?”

they’re quiet for a moment, observing you with that critical glare they usually have when the topic of your… childhood “friend” is involved.

they put their coffee cup down, and just when you think they’re going to drop the topic without much pushback for once, they ask, “when was the last time you slept with him?”

you choke on nothing but your own saliva at that. jaw agape, you answer, “i haven’t.”

“oh, i get it.” they smirk at you in approval. “gave him a taste, and now you’re holding out on him until he gives you the title, huh? smart.”

your face is burning at this point. “i haven’t given him anything.”

it’s your friend’s turn to freeze. they stare at you, gaping, their cup suspended in the air, halfway to their mouth.

eyebrows shooting up in disbelief, they shake their head slowly. “but you two cuddle and shit.” they wave their cup around in incredulity. “you literally declined my call last saturday because he was asleep. in your bed.”

you wrap your arms around yourself, slumping in your seat. “i know,” you hiss. “i know it seems that way, but he’s not my boyfriend and we’ve never had sex.”

it’s a little disconcerting, the way this information makes your friend look more horrified than you’ve yet to see them.

your entire friend group has disapproved of your… relationship with kaiser since you two found your way back to each other about a year and a half ago, but this friend in particular has been adamant that you cut him off. you know that kaiser doesn’t have the greatest reputation— he’s a massive flirt in front of the cameras, but no one besides a few of his teammates and you know that he hasn’t actually been with anyone— so you can understand where your friends are coming from. you can see why they would think he has some… ulterior motives involving you.

but that just means their reaction confuses you even more. shouldn’t they be happy to hear that you and kaiser haven’t done anything with each other?

“you—” your friend cuts themself off, still shell-shocked. “you haven’t fucked him and he acts like that?”

something flares up in your chest, and you immediately get defensive. “like what?”

your friend holds their hand out, and you groan as they begin ticking things off on their fingers, laying out a list for you. “monopolizing your time, blowing up your phone when you’re with other people, falling asleep in your bed, leaving half his shit at your place, treating you to nice dinners, giving you his card information, paying your goddamn tuition, i mean, seriously, do i need to go on?”

your face is buried in your hands by the time they’re done. “no,” you utter in embarrassment. as you peek at them through your fingers, they shake their head at you.

“well, you really better not fuck him.” they grimace. “he already acts like your boyfriend and you haven’t even screwed. he’s, like, operating on emotion alone. that’s scary.”

you scoff. “you know, some would say that’s a good thing. it means he’s not just after my body.”

your friend rolls their eyes. “it would be a good thing if he wasn’t the poster boy for red flags everywhere.”

“you’re so damn dramatic.”

“hey, i’m just looking out for you! i don’t want you to disappear into that man’s basement one day.”

“what? what the hell does that even mean?”

“well, fuck, he’s already super territorial over you and he doesn’t even have a reason to be!”

the remainder of your study session is spent with you miserably putting together the rest of the slideshow deck for the presentation while your friend just continues to rant and lay into you about how you should stay far away from kaiser and just cut him off before things get messy.

by the time you’re heading out of the small cafe by campus and unlocking your car doors, you feel exhausted. you start your car and spend the short drive home blasting music— not that it does much to distract you from your thoughts.

you don’t like talking about kaiser because you yourself don’t even know where you stand with him. you’re well aware that most of the things he does is not what just a good friend would do, but you’re too scared to even broach the topic because it took forever just to get him to be okay with your touch. he doesn’t shove you away anymore when shower him with affection— if anything, he vies for it now— and you’re scared that bringing up the nature of your relationship will undo over a year of progress and you’ll be left right back where you started.

you sigh as you kill the engine and step out of your car. it’s a BMW, relatively new— nothing a college student with no parental support should be able to afford, but of course, you weren’t the one who bought it.

your friend’s words rattle around in your head, and you slam the car door, agitated. you were supposed to spend today wrapping up your final presentation and having a relaxing evening putting a dent into the ice cream in your freezer and watching whatever trashy reality TV show would be on tonight. now, you’re too worked up about your not-boyfriend to be able to settle in right away.

your not-boyfriend, whose obscenely expensive metallic blue mclaren is parked in your complex’s lot.

you stop dead in your tracks. a deep, long sigh leaves you as you pinch the bridge of your nose and shut your eyes, trying to pull yourself together and smother the frustrated scream threatening to burst free from your throat.

you should have never agreed to give him your spare key.

you can’t deal with this right now. kaiser is always able to tell when something is even slightly off with you, and he will keep grilling you until you cave and tell him what’s bothering you. and you don’t really trust yourself to not snap at him, given that he’s the problem— sure, your friend is the one who irritated you, but you know where the real problem lies.

after staring at the back entrance to the complex for a few minutes and contemplating getting back in your car and speeding off, you force your legs to cross the rest of the lot and into the building. you force a smile and nod at the familiar faces that greet you, a facade that slips the second the elevator doors slide shut.

you thunk your head against the back wall of the elevator as you watch the floor numbers tick up, up, up, until finally, you reach the tenth floor. you force yourself to relax your shoulders and smooth out your face as you exit the elevator. you let out one last sigh as you insert your key into the lock, then brace yourself as you push the door open.

immediately, you’re greeted by the sight of kaiser sprawled out on the couch in your living room, appearing perfectly at home. his hair is pulled back into a messy bun and his glasses are perched on his nose as he watches highlights of bastard’s most recent match against re al.

it’s not this that gives you pause— no, kaiser settling into your apartment like he owns the place is a familiar sight.

what has you freezing in your tracks is the spread of food set out on the counter: spaetzle with beef goulash, and a tray of bread crust rusks for dessert.

it all looks homemade.

kaiser doesn’t cook. there was a time many years ago where he did out of necessity— for himself, and for his drunkard of a father— but it’s a survival skill, a reminder of a darker time that he’s left behind that he chooses not to engage in anymore. he doesn’t have to, not when he has the money to dine at the nicest restaurants in Munich or have a personal chef on-call at all times.

kaiser doesn’t cook. but his personal chef always leaves his kitchen looking spotless, and the unwashed dishes in your sink tell you that this isn’t her work.

without turning around, the blonde gestures to the TV and immediately starts complaining, having full confidence that he’s able to command your attention without asking for it. “look at this shot yoichi missed,” he says with childlike glee. “if i break into noa’s office, i can probably sneak it into his end of year highlights before the coaches send him the footage.”

you don’t respond. your voice is still lodged somewhere in your throat, caught on the emotions welling up in there.

you’re still staring at the kitchen counter, shell-shocked, when the sounds of the crowd shouting abruptly cut off. he’s paused the TV, and you can feel his gaze on you now even though you’re not looking at him. “schatz?”

it’s not the first time he’s called you that— far from it. but combined with the lecture you’d just gotten from your friend, it has you at your wit’s end.

the best way to deal with sudden and drastic changes in your dynamic with kaiser is to not overreact. of course, he wants acknowledgement of some kind or else he’ll get fussy and make it everyone’s problem, but making a big deal out of it will just have him retreating. you know this. you’ve always known this.

so your mistake is immediately clear to you when you look him dead in the eye as you open your mouth and say, “you’re not my boyfriend.”

it’s so quiet, you can hear the sounds of the neighbor’s radio and their cat scratching at a post through the wall.

his face has gone eerily blank. his eyes are slightly narrowed and his gaze is sharp, but there’s nothing readable in his expression, no emotion on his face to tell you just how badly you’ve fucked up.

but maybe that’s enough of an indicator itself.

calmly, so evenly it makes your hairs stand on end, kaiser asks, “what do you mean?”

swallowing thickly, you echo, “you’re not my boyfriend.” it’s said as something between a statement and a question.

kaiser sets the remote down and gets to his feet. your heart thrums in your chest as you watch him cross the threshold between the living room and the kitchen. he crosses his arms in front of his chest as he leans against the counter just a few feet away from you.

he hums, then asks, “where is this coming from?”

you feel unsteady. he hasn’t challenged it— not that he really can, not when it’s technically true.

but he’s not agreeing with you, either.

“my friends say you’re my boyfriend,” you blurt out, “but you’re not.”

he’s quiet. he’s looking at you critically, eyes scanning your face, posture, and fidgeting hands, but for a long moment, he decides not to say anything, electing to simply study you instead.

you’re uncomfortable. you’re nervous. this would be clear to anyone, but most of all to him, who has never had any trouble reading you.

“your friends should mind their business,” he finally says, but there’s still nothing there, no tension or displeasure or irritation to indicate he’s gone back to being himself. “why do they care whether or not i’m your boyfriend?”

he’s still skirting around the verity of the original statement.

you shrug. “they’re nosy,” you answer, feigning indifference, even though it’s far too late to pretend that the subject isn’t at the forefront of your mind. you take one of the bread crust rusks and pop it into your mouth. the sugar coats your tongue. “maybe they want to set me up with someone and want to make sure i’m actually single.”

“and are you?”

you raise an eyebrow. “am i what?”

blue eyes bore into yours as he says, “single.”

you clench your jaw so hard your teeth ache in protest. why are you always the one who has to draw the definitive lines in this relationship?

firmly this time, you say, “i don’t have a boyfriend.” when he doesn’t say anything, you push further, “no one’s ever asked me on a date or anything, so yeah, i guess i would say that i’m single.”

you spend the next couple of minutes staring at each other. the neighbor’s cat scratches furiously at its post.

“and what exactly do you consider a date?”

it bothers you, all of it. the lack of anything in his tone and expression, the way he’s not agreeing with you but not directly challenging you, either. the way he won’t just let it go when you’re not wrong, but also won’t just say what he means. what you both know he means by asking these questions, by drawing this conversation out.

“i wouldn’t know,” you say slowly, “i’ve never been on one.”

“how can you say you’ve never been on one if you don’t know how to classify one?”

“oh for fuck’s sake, micha,” you snap, “i haven’t been on a date. i haven’t been on a date with you. you’re not my boyfriend.”

“no,” he says, then reaches out and takes your chin firmly into his grasp. you gasp as he tilts your head up, pulling your face toward his.

“i’m much more than that.” his lips brush against yours with each word. “such a flimsy title is insulting.” he drags a thumb across your cheek. “anyone could be your boyfriend, schatz, but no one could be what i am to you.”

there’s a lot of things on his face now. things you’ve only ever caught the slightest glimpses of are on full display now, things that make your stomach flip over and make you feel hot all over.

reaching up, you gently wrap a hand around his wrist and ask, “well what are you, then?”

“i’m yours and you’re mine,” he answers immediately, unflinchingly, as if it’s truly that simple. “you and i do things differently than others. it’s always been that way.”

and maybe he’s right, but,

“okay,” you say, “i’m still gonna say i don’t have a boyfriend, though.”

kaiser groans, and you giggle a bit evilly as he releases your chin. his hand doesn’t stray very far, though, and he’s cupping your cheek as the last of your laughter peters out.

when he calls your name, it’s with a sincerity and vulnerability that he hasn’t allowed himself since you were both children. “would you please be mine?”

you tilt your head to the side. “but you already said i’m yours.”

frowning, kaiser reaches his thumb out to the other side of your face, squeezing your cheeks roughly. “you’re gonna make me say the word, aren’t you?”

you nod, and he sighs egregiously, like you’re being particularly difficult. you think you’re being perfectly reasonable.

rolling his eyes, he asks, “can i be your boyfriend or whatever?”

“how romantic,” you say drily. “however could i resist such a heartwarming proposal?”

“how could you?” he coos back at you. “after all, i made you dinner and everything. isn’t that what a good boyfriend would do?”

well, you couldn’t really argue with that.

#grinning ear to ear #✭.commonlaw

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amalainse · 13 days ago

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𖦹 MORE THAN A WOMAN ⇆ abby anderson

┆︎summary ┆︎and they say vampires and werewolves don't get along.

┆︎tags┆︎werewolf! abby, vampire! reader, established relationship, they're so gross in love power bottom reader, domme reader, sub abby, werewolf biology...so...knotting, and dual sex werewolves...and also gp!abby, biting, marking, facesitting, strap-ons, orgasms control, a little overstim

┆︎wc┆︎2.8k

┆︎an┆︎if the concept of gp (girl penis) makes you uncomfortable i included the strap tag so you can delude yourself that way

abby presses her nose to the elegant slope of your neck. you tilt your head, just so―you probably don't even realize you're doing it. but in doing so, you allow her more room.

"you smell like other vamps" she grumbles, slightly peeved. "it stinks"

your body shifts underneath her own. a page turns in your book, audible in the otherwise quiet bedroom. "well get off of me then" you reply, though your arm is wrapped pretty tightly around her waist―keeping her anchored right where she is. you're freakishly strong when you want to be. "i would hate to upset your delicate senses"

below the somewhat pungent scent of vampires, dead and decaying, sticking to your skin, there is the scent of your soap. so, you had tried to get rid of it. despite her jokes, abby knows you know that she doesn't really mind it as much as she says she does. and she's more than content to stay in your lap like this for the rest of the night―since there has been an apparent early end to your nightly activities.

"no way" she says, chuffing against your skin. "you couldn't get rid of me even if you tried."

"well it's a good thing i have no intention of doing so" is your smooth response, adjusting your hold on your book to wind her braid over your fingers.

"what did you get up to tonight?" abby asks. sometimes she likes to follow after you when you go out. but mostly not. there's a better thrill to be found watching you come home all bloodied―adrenaline from a good kill sitting against your skin. "did you and the girls have fun?"

besides. vampire's aren't too keen of werewolves, and the sentiment is returned. whenever she's present, abby isn't spared from a barrage of condescending remarks from your friends―but she knows you delight when they call her your wolf. vampires, you included, like to play mean. abby likes it, but only when it comes from you.

a chuckle. "a time we had, certainly. gambling"

abby nips at the side of your throat and then whistles lowly. "that's my girl"

your hand fists more tightly in her hair, winding her braid around your hand like a leash―pulling her back just a fraction. there's something disarming in your gaze, tongue running over your fangs absentmindedly as you stare. "and you? what did my precious puppy get up to tonight?"

"well, y'know" abby starts, face flushing bright red. from shame or arousal, she can't tell. with you, it's most likely a little bit of both. it's no secret to anyone that she turns into a lapdog around you―eager to please and be doted on. and the name puppy is as endearing as it is teasing when it comes from you. "figured since you didn't feed yesterday, or tonight that you might be thirsty. went and stocked up for you"

you perk up at that, fondness seeping into every pore of your face. so much so that abby flushes again, looking elsewhere. "such a sweetheart" you murmur, dragging your knuckles down the side of her face.

"yeah" abby says, a beat too late, swallowing thickly―awkwardly shifting her hips against your lower thighs. your brows quirk up immediately when you feel her half-mast against your nightgown. "i deserve a reward. for being such a good girlfriend"

you huff a laugh. "you really are a dog, aren't you?" you tease, but acquiesced with a sinful little smile. abby shivered minutely, feeling your words brush up against her skin. "mm. come up here so i can kiss you"

wow that actually worked? she thinks in the back of her mind, clambering up to press her mouths to yours, eager and sloppy. nasty and filthy on purpose, delighting in the way your hand curls around her braid, moving her how you please. she's careful not to slice her tongue against your fangs―moaning a soft, baby, please, can i? into the kiss, rutting against the center of your thighs so that it's impossible not to know what she means.

it's like all of her senses are tuned to you. the sight of your face morphing into pleasure when her cock slides just right against your panties. how good it feels, wet. the smell of your arousal in the air, scent just as sweet slick as your cunt. your breath panting slightly in her ear and the taste of wine on your tongue.

but you're never one to give in easily. even as worked up as you are, your voice sounds perfectly cool when you say, "earn it" eyes all lidded with desire, gazing at abby expectantly. the only thing that gives away even the slightest bit of desire from you is the way you snap your book closed, shoving it to the far corners of the bed.

abby nods, half drunk off your scent alone, nosing against the side of your throat. she finds it in herself to pull away―just barely though―sitting back on her haunches to admire your body below her. the strap of your silk nightgown has slipped down to rest around your shoulder. she can easily see the dip of your breasts. and the lace edging of it has lifted up, exposing just the lower parts of your underwear, thighs plush and soft when her hand moves to massage the skin there.

she curls her hands underneath the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and off in one rushed go. shucking down her pants and awkwardly shoving those away too. your eyes rake down her body―appreciative.

"you're so soft" abby murmurs, sliding her hand down your legs, staring reverently at you. her mouth waters for you. hands trembling from sheer need alone when she begins to push your nightgown up inch by tantalizing inch. she's seen you naked hundreds of times already, but still can't hardly believe her eyes when she sees just how perfect you are. "so pretty"

you hum softly, spreading your legs nice and wide for her. and you giggle at the groan that leaves her lips at the sight of the damp patch on your lace panties. god, her hands itch to just fucking rip them off.

"don't rip them this time" you chastise, as if reading her mind. you beckon her forwards, groping at her tits as she devours your mouth. your nails rake down her torse, adding pressure when they reach her abs. abby pitches forward―moaning into the kiss needily, growing sharper in pitch when your hand suddenly closes around her cock.

"baby―" she gasps, pulling away to pant against the crux of your neck. her hips shift, bucking up readily into the feeling, chasing it desperately.

your laugh echoes in her ears and your hand pulls away. and before she can really realize it, you utilize that sexy vampire strength to flip your positions. you stare down at her like a predator does prey, eyes smoky and so hot it makes her cock twitch.

"what to do with you" you say, sing-songy, dancing your fingers up the side of her body.

abby swallows. "whatever you want" she promises, immediately. you raise your hips and her hands work to help you out of your underwear, smearing your essence against her fingers, feeling the stickiness web between her fingers.

"dirty girl" you say, voice giving away just how aroused you are, watching as she lifts them to her lips to suck them clean. and the two of you seem to be moving on the same wavelength, because when you raise your hips once more, abby is doing the rest of the work―pulling you to sit directly on her face.

a soft moan leaves your lips at the first contact, eyes flickering down to meet her own. her tongue laps eagerly at your cunt, flattening to slurp up your juices. you taste so good, and her eyes flutter shut as she gets lost in the taste. your knees relax into the mattress next to her head, a louder moan leaving your lips as you begin to rock back and forth against her face.

you chase your pleasure, alternating between swiveling your hips and grinding against her tongue. your hand smooths away the flyway's from her face, groaning out a soft fuck, good girl abby, when her tongue flicks up against your clit at the right moment. your skin is pleasantly cool, always is―and abby's fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, guiding your hips into a purposeful grind.

her tongue swipes through your folds, slipping into your cunt. your eyes widen, and your body pitches forwards, nails scraping at the wall for purchase before digging into the wood of the headboard. she likes watching pleasure take over you, twisting and shifting underneath your skin. your hair twists over your shoulder, neck craned to the side as soft sounds leave your lips and abby can hear the sound your nails make as the scratch down the wood.

your eyes meet and abby isn't ashamed at all to say her cock twitches at the hazy look in your dark brown eyes. cool air hits her mouth when you lift your hips. there's no patience left in you when you shift off of her face completely. abby moves when you move―understanding what you want without you even having to say it.

abby settles you down on your back and your legs part wide and open, spanning your fingers across the lower part of her pelvis, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. she scootches in, shuffling forward on her knees. her hand wraps the base of her cock, jerking it a few times to smear the precum everywhere. her hand cups your cunt, feeling the way it spasms underneath her heated palm, slicking her cock up nicely with your essence.

she likes watching your face whenever she pushes into your tight cunt―always has. you almost always throw your head back, and make this odd little sound, a cross between a grunt and a keen. and then your thighs twitch. always. she's obsessed with the way your body moves and twists. so alive.

"not too much?" she asks, checking in, grunting when she bottoms all the way out. "fuck, sweetheart. how are you always so tight?"

"mmm" you hum noncommittally, wriggling your hips a little bit at the stretch. your eyes flutter open, gazing at the place where your bodies are connected. your voice is more than a little dazed when you part your pretty lips to say, "and you're always so big"

abby doesn't bother to hide the way she preens, hands sliding down the length of your body. her wide palms settle on your hips, guiding your body against hers in a smooth circular motion―grinding her cock deep into your cunt. her brows knit in pleasure, fingers digging into your skin to stop herself from cumming too early. it feels like she could. your cunt is sucking her cock in like a vice.

your hand fists in the sheets directly adjacent to your head, moaning quietly when abby settles on her knees and begins to properly fuck into your wet heat. a curse leaves your lips, back arching off the bed as her cock pounds into your dripping cunt again and again. she can see the way your slick shines along her cock every time she pulls out, waiting till only the tip is inside you before roughly shoving back in. you feel like absolute heaven, gripping her so tight, so warm where the rest of you runs deathly cold.

the force of her heavy thrusts causes your tits to bounce, stomach clenching and quivering as moans pour freely from your throat. abby can feel sweat beading along her hairline―forcing herself to go faster, cock twitching inside you when you utter out a shaky, "f-fuck. abs. yes, yesyesfuck―shit, right there"

her hand gropes at your tit, fondling your nipple between her thick fingers before her hand slides off your chest all together. you're absolutely gushing, getting slick everywhere, making everything messy with it.

your hand slides up her arm, pulling her forwards to smash your lips together. it's nothing but teeth and tongue, and abby bites her lip so hard it bleeds, and you're quick to lick it up―moaning at the taste. a choked noise comes from her throat, grunting as her hips slam against your ass.

"baby―" abby pants, pulling back enough to stare at the entirety of your face. something possessive twists inside her, desperate for the way you gasp and lose yourself in the pleasure she's giving you. desperate to let everyone else know who you belong to, as if it isn't already obvious. something that makes her want to eat you or keep you close, away from prying eyes. maybe a little bit of both. "baby, can i? fuck―i'm so close"

you crane your neck to the side, legs kicking out when abby immediately latches down onto the skin between your neck and shoulder and bites. hard. her tongue is quick to soothe over the pain. she's close, right there and, fuck―she'll pop her knot in you any second now. a whispery moan leaves her throat, abs clenching as she nears her climax. she pitches forward, tucking her head into the sheets next to your head as her hips buck wildly into your pussy.

"oh i know that sound. don't you dare." you spit, eyes boring into her face, even as her thrusts grow sloppy and uncoordinated. "you're not cumming yet abby. i'll ride this cock until you're crying if you do"

she knows you'll make good on your promise. you have before. abby makes that same sound again, nibbling at your neck and shoulder. "i can't. 'm so close, baby―sweetheart, let me cum"

your hand pushes onto her shoulder, sliding along the sweaty skin there. she can feel her knot swelling before she sees it, cock flushed an angry red―throbbing and twitching inside of you. then your hand slides from her shoulder to her neck. not squeezing. not restricting her airflow at all.

just...claiming. your eyes level with hers. "harder." you demand, and abby groans pathetically as she obeys. your hand flies down to your clit, moaning loudly as you rub circles onto the sensitive nub. the headboard slams against the wall, a steady band in time with the pace she drives into your pliant body. the room is filled with the filthy noise of your fucking―abby's grunts and groans, the bedsprings squeaking underneath you. and your own moans, high pitched and trembling, voice dipping into high little keens as you demand her to pick up the pace.

your legs threaten to snap shut but abby forces them open even as your back bows off the bed. a string of curses leave your lips, eyes screwed tightly shut as you finally cum. "baby―baby, please" abby gasps, feeling her knot catch against your entrance with every messy thrusts. "i gotta cum, please, let me―"

your hands rake down her front. you make a mean sound, a condescending little hum that has pleasure sparking down her spine.

"awwww" you say, tugging her forwards by her braid again. her hips couldn't stop even if she wanted to, eyes unfocused as they train on you. your body twitches, toes curling, knees pushed up to your chest now even as overstimulation begins to settle in for both of you. "is my little puppy going to pop her knot soon?"

abby makes a pained whimper against your neck at the familar nickname, gnawing on your skin―panting wetly against it. hardly manages to get out another shaky, pl-please, please baby.

your hands sweep the mess of her hair out of her face. a soft moan leaves your lips, hand cupping her tits. "go ahead sweetheart, you earned your reward" and she cums immediately, hands scrabbling at the sheets as she goes shock still―knot pushing inside of you, locking you together. a guttural groan leaves her lips, feeling so good her vision goes white and when she comes to again its to the soft murmurs of praise you murmur into her skin.

"that was a big one" you tease, once she feels like herself enough to pull back to stare at you expectantly. her face turns bright red in embarrassment.

"sh..shut up" abby stammers, sliding her eyes away, feeling the knot swell down long enough to be able to safely pull out. you were right, but her cum trickles out of your puffy cunt in steady rivulets―which does nothing but add to her shame.

"jesus, fuck what happened to your neck?" your head turns up to the sound of your mutual friend, nora. she bends down, finger hovering in midair. "you look like you were mauled by a bear"

you shuffle the deck of cards in between your deft fingers, sliding a slow smirk abby's way. she at least has the right idea to stiffen up, looking away guiltily when all eyes zero in on her.

manny huffs, shaking his head with a laugh. "more like a wolf" he says, and this time, everyone joins in to laugh.

#randomly reread this #why did i lowkey eat...?#will have to do more for abby #✭.commonlaw

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amalainse · 16 days ago

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slasher summer various yandere! serial killer! blue lock x fem! reader

final girl. [ghostface duo kaiser & ness] - premiered 7/4.

everyone around you— friends and foes alike— is dropping like flies, and it all seems to be at the hands of your shitty boyfriend. but are you certain that your best friends-turned-bodyguards have your best interests in mind and are innocent as they seem? is trusting them essential for your survival, or guaranteeing your demise?

the new national anthem. [stalker nagi] - premiering 7/14.

as a shut-in, you don’t interact with new people much outside of your close group of friends and family members. so when those dear to you start disappearing and their presences are replaced with a chill down your spine and the feeling of being watched, you know you have to do something, and fast.

happy together. [prom king reo] - premiering 7/24.

you’re a rather unconventional pick for prom queen, but after your best friend convinces you to run alongside him, your innocent campaign turns into a bloodbath once the student populace decides to vote for you two in order to “stick it to the man”— or rather, to high school royalty. is the killer really some disgruntled member of the popular crowd, or a secret admirer upset that the whole school now fawns over you— or both?

no mercy. [classmate rin] - premiering 8/3.

maybe it shouldn’t surprise anyone in the pre-med department that teaching students all about the body’s most vulnerable parts might one day backfire against faculty and the student body spectacularly. luckily for you, you’ve managed to fly under the radar and don’t really have a large presence on your campus— although, that might mean the killer runs in your circle and is closer than you think.

comics. [camp counselor bachira] - premiering 8/13.

you spent your summers as a kid at camp silverstream, and have returned as a counselor for your final summer before university. working with your tight-knit group of friends— and a former outcast you tried to play nice with all those previous summers— you’re ready to partake in one more youthful, memorable summer that’s all bliss and no drama. it’s all smooth sailing— until the first body in the lake shows up.

i can’t decide. [babysitter isagi] - premiering 8/23.

despite your insistence that you can handle your angel of a little step-brother just fine, your parents still hire a babysitter to ensure that you can still have the social life you deserve. it’s fine, really, you don’t mind the guy at all, and he’s actually quite sweet— that is, until you catch him doing something you really have no business seeing.

let’s kill tonight. [neighbor sae] - premiering 8/31.

you’re new to town, and just so happen to have moved into the apartment next door to mr. perfect. he’s the ideal neighbor: never too loud late into the night, keeps to himself, and is nice on the eyes. after his pet cat manages to sneak its way out of his apartment a few times, the two of you become acquainted, and he eventually invites you over for dinner. it’s a nice affair, if you don’t think about the strange texture of the meat too much.

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#i just started rubbing my hands together evilly #i'm so excited for these #heavy on the bachira isagi and nagi though #prepare to see me lose my MIND #✭.commonlaw

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amalainse · 17 days ago

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i love writing feel good rom-coms as much as heart pounding dark content

#the duality of man #as they say #✭.malpractice

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| BUCKLE OR YIELD. 10.3k

Something triggers your heat, despite the heavy-duty suppressants you're under. The only alpha around is your estranged half-brother, Shouto. You swore that you would never put him in a position like that again, and you intend to keep it. Shouto does not.

tags. Sibling Incest, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha! Shouto, Omega! Reader, Pro-Heros Reader & Shouto, Dysfunctional Family, Self-Esteem Issues (Reader), Enji Todoroki's Shitty Parenting, Allusions to Childhood Abuse, Age Gap (6 years), Older Reader, Yandere! Shouto, Dark! Shouto, Non-Con Mating, Dub-Con, Heat Cycles, Marathon Sex, I Don't Even Remember How Many Positions I Used

i wrote this as an exploration of the todoroki family dynamics and as an ode to my obsession with the darker side of a/b/o fics because i genuinely consider it horrifying to be a slave to your instincts esp when anyone could take advantage of you

in no way shape or form am i saying "woo-hoo incest!!!" and if you romanticize/glamorize something i intended to be disturbing and then blame me for it then that's on you

It's a good thing Shouto's driving. Your head hurts so much it feels like your brain could just jump right out of your skull. You slump awkwardly in the passenger seat of the car—twisting and moving, body weighed down with exhaustion.

Which is strange, despite the general...fogginess, of everything else you're feeling. Sure, the villain certainly did a number on you but you aren't weak. Durable, resistant to pain. You've survived a lot worse and been up on your feet the next day.

So why do you feel so incapacitated right now?

Shouto calls your name. You manage to make a small grunt, so that he knows you aren't ignoring him. Not on purpose anyway. "Are you alright?"

"Fine" You lie, hoping it'll prompt Shouto to shut up about it. Though, something about your tone proves to have the opposite effect. The alpha makes a soft, displeased sound. In your peripheral, you catch the familiar furrow of his brow.

"Back there, you started holding your stomach" Shouto points out, after a beat. Why won't he just let it go? Your stomach is still hurting, tossing and flipping in a way that feels almost faintly familiar.

"Yeah, well before you showed up, that villain was tossing me around like a salad" You snap, grunting in annoyance. That only serves to displease him even further—gripping at the wheel tightly, face going ridgid. "It's not your fault, Shouto. I don't know how you knew I needed help, but you did. I'm...happy you came for me"

The admittance makes your stomach sour. Needing help. Being happy with assistance. You were distracted during that fight, allowing the villian to get the jump on you. This was not how your father trained you.

"Of course I came for you" Shouto stresses, like there's some secondary meaning to the words. "You're my sister"

"Half." You bite out immediately, putting the necessary distance between you two. "Half-sister"

"You're just as much my sister as Fuyumi is" He says back, glancing over at you. "You're a Todoroki"

You curl up into the passenger seat, turning to face the window. You don't want to hear this. Not right now. Not ever. But Shouto doesn't stop.

"You raised me" He states as you shake your head in denial. You didn't. You were barely even there. You grew up with your mom until your quirk developed—a bastard, assuming you had no father at all until Enji Todoroki showed up on your doorstep one day and took you away from your mother. "You did." Insists the little alpha. Well, not so little anymore. Shouto's 27 now.

"Mom wasn't there. Fuyumi wasn't. Natsuo wasn't. You were" Continues Shouto, unaware of your inner turmoil. In spite of it, more like.

And despite your best wishes, your mind is assaulted with the memories. Shouto as a little pup, small and clingy. The muted, milky fresh scent he used to have. How you tried your best to push him away, to focus on the gruesome and vigorous training Enji put you through.

But you were lonely. That big empty house, devoid of love. Nothing at all like the place your mother had crafted for the two of you. You had no siblings and little toys—but you had your mom.

You thought living with Todoroki's meant having a nice, big happy family. You couldn't have been more wrong. Enji made it clear that there was a difference between you and the others. He didn't want you so much as looking at Touya and Fuyumi (and eventually Natsuo, when he was born) and your other half siblings resented you for it. You were supposed to be his pride and joy, despite being nothing but a bastard. Your quirk was desirable. You were something he could mold and shape into the perfect hero.

You were supposed to push Shouto away too, every time the little pup snuck into your room at night. But you didn't. A part of you realized that Shouto was just as lonely as you were. How could you turn him away? So you yet him burrow in your nest, unscented just like his. Held him when he cried and brushed away his tears. When his own quirk developed you were there to occasionally bandage him up. Enji was a lot more lenient with you interacting with Shouto than with Natsuo and Fuyumi.

That's because Shouto's quirk was desirable too.

"I'm not talking about this" You say, smelling the way your scent sours with papatlable distress. His mouth clamps shut, like the words had somehow gotten stuck on their way out. He's only smelled your distress and fear one time. That day.

"Something about this isn't right" Shouto says, and to that, you agree. The fact that you can't even control your scent right now should be a big enough clue.

"Well, I'm letting you drive" You mumble, trying to get a chuckle out of him. It doesn't work. "I guess that villian threw me into the wall a lot harder than I thought"

Shouto doesn't even pretend to bite the bait. "That's not walk I'm talking about"

Your hand latches onto the leather armrest, digging your nails in painfully hard as your body is assaulted with a wave of stinging cramps. You breathe through your nose as subtly as you can—you've dealt with worse. You can handle this. You can feel yourself start to sweat and even pressing your forehead against the cool window doesn't do much to help.

When you don't answer, Shouto decides to push.

"You look like you're sweating. You keep holding your stomach and you keep flinching and wincing" He rattles off each of your symptoms with the same inflection as a doctor. Perfunctory and succinct. More like Enji than you realized. The thought causes you to clam up, breathing more harshly. "You know what this is"

"I just need rest" You tell him, feeling faint of heart. You turn away from the window, burrowing into the seat—facing Shouto. The alpha glances at you once, like it physically pains him to do so.

"I can smell you" Shouto says, slowly, like you're being dense on purpose.

That's impossible. That pulls you out of your drowsiness, and you sit up, wincing despite the sharp pain. "I'm on suppressants—you...you can't smell me. I'm—"

"It's slightly faint right now" He tells you, eyes back on the road. "But I know you. I know what you smell like. Onee-san, you're going into heat"

The sheets are so wet, your first thought is that you've pissed the bed. You're sixteen and you've never done that before—but perhaps there is a first time for everything. Even for something as mortifying as this.

But as soon as you peel back the blankets, you know you're wrong. The alternative is much worse. You would much rather have pissed yourself. There's no urine smell—instead something sweet and sugary floats up into the air.

And the sheets aren't the only thing soaked. Your cotton underwear, sleep pants and even portions of the blanket and thin camisole as covered in it. In middle school, everyone is forced to take mandatory presentation classes.

You know what this is.

Thank goodness Shouto isn't sleeping with you tonight, though at ten the pup is getting a little too old to be doing that. You lay back down, curling into a small ball as a series of painful cramps wrack your body—biting your tears back.

You were supposed to be an alpha. You were going to present as an alpha. Not a beta. And definitely not an omega. You know you have to tell Enji. You don't want to. You're afraid of what he's going to say. He might kick you out. You haven't seen your mother in years. You have no idea where she is. Or if she even wants you back.

It's long past the age of restrictive second-gender roles but Enji has made it clear that being a hero is alpha work. He only took you in and trained you because he assumed you would take after him and become an alpha. But omegas...they do what Rei does.

In the end, you don't need to tell Enji. He finds out all on his own. You don't know why you thought you could keep it from him.

"You're an omega" Enji states, staring down at you in the training room. You had been able to avoid him at breakfast and lunch and dinner, holding yourself up in your room. But Tuesdays are training days. He scoffs. You shrink in on yourself. "This is a waste of your quirk"

You flinch backwards, as if he's struck you across the face.

"I c-can still be a hero" You stammer out, eyes trained to the floor. I'm still worth something to you. "Sir—please. I'm top of the class. I have the best scores. The teachers suspect I can make top 5 easily being an omega doesn't—"

"Being an omega changes everything" Enji barks, voice booming and loud in the training room, bouncing off the walls and slamming against your heart. It takes everything in you not to cower back from him—fighting against the urge to whimper. "The real world isn't like U.A. A villian alpha won't hesitate not even for a second to use his scent to overpower you"

"Please, sir. Father—" You've never called him that before. Father. Enji's eyes widen, if only marginally. Sensing your in, you barrell onwards. "I'll work twice as hard. I'll overcome my weaknesses. I won't disappoint you. Please, please, Father. Don't pull me from U.A."

It's all you've ever wanted—it's all you are. You're nothing without this thing that Enji's molded you into.

"I'll put you on suppressants. I don't want you off of them" Enji says in finality and you breathe a deep sigh of relief. "Now get out" His nose wrinkles. It's obvious. He doesn't want to be around you when you're like this.

You turn towards your room and freeze. The door is ajar to Shouto's room. You can see him peering at you curiously. You scurry on into your bedroom, though you can hear the soft pittering of steps behind you. You try to close the door on Shouto, but he's just a smidge too fast and you're weak from skipping so many meals.

He pushes into your room easily, little nose turned towards the air. As if trying to pick up on your scent. He must smell it, because his eyes turn towards you, blinking.

"Onee-san?" The pup asks, and you've never really figured out how to get him to stop calling you that. You try to ignore him, crawling back into your bed, underwear stuffed full with tissue and pads. "Are you an omega?"

"Go away, Shouto" You say, voice watery and stressed, feeling some tears slip down your cheeks. It must be these new omega hormones you've heard about. You've never been a crier. That's for babies. Like Shouto.

You're so focused on not bursting into tears, breathing hard and heavy that you don't notice Shouto coming closer until he's standing right beside your bed. The little pup speaks up, voice quiet but no less serious and solemn.

"That's good, onee-san" Your eyes widen with shock, crying openly when the pup begins to bring a hand through your red hair—comforting you the way you often do to him. "I'll be an alpha, okay? And then Father will keep us together. Don't worry"

You shake your head vehemently, unwilling to believe it.

"I'm on suppressants" You mumble again "I've never been off of them"

Even after everything that had happened, you never once switched brands. It's the strongest available. Even the most determined of omegas can't access these. There's no records of you as Enji Todoroki's daughter, besides what little your remaining classmates can remember of their time in U.A. No, you get these suppressants from Touya—Dabi now. Shouto doesn't know that. No one does. But he understands what it's like, being an omega child to a man like Enji.

The two of you might not see eye to eye on everything but as long as you look the other way, they keep coming in. And Touya would rather off himself than tamper with them.

Shouto glances at you. And then away again. He doesn't seem to believe you.

"I'm thirty-three" You stress, sweat beading along your hairline. "My heats should be...they should be waning down, even if I weren't on suppressants" Your doctors said so. In fact, you've been using these high-grade suppressants for so long that all of your omegan instincts should be waning down. In all honesty, the suppressants should have sped up the process. Your doctors warned you against that happening. It was what you wanted, so you didn't stop.

You're more of a beta than an omega. Nothing about this is making sense. Shouto, at least, has the decency to shift around in his seat.

"Denying it won't make it go away, onee-san" He says, skin around his scar crinkling.

"Shut up" Is the only reply you're able to muster. The road turns bumpy, and all you can do is hold on as Shouto drives through the backroads. He's going above the speed-limit, you realize.

"Do you have someone to help you through it?" He asks, as if this isn't the most mortifying conversation either of you have ever had.

You shoot him a lot that conveys it all. What do you think, genius? But before you can snark at him once more—he really is beginning to test your nerves here, you feel something trickle down your thigh.

Slick.

You clamp them shut again, scrubbing your hands over your face with a panicked noise.

"This can't be happening to me" You mumble feverishly "It wasn't supposed to happen anymore"

Shouto turns to look at you, eyes all soft and misty. Or maybe that's just you projecting—silly omegan hormones again, or whatever it is they say. You try to keep a brave face up for him—but the mere thought of this really happening is enough to send you spiraling down into a dark place.

Why couldn't you just be born an alpha, like you were meant to be? Was there something you could have done differently before you presented? Or were you always meant to be this...this needy thing, half-starved for affection and an alpha—always dependent on someone else?

You don't want an answer to either question, if anyone could answer them for you. You aren't sure you could handle the answer.

"It's okay, onee-san," Shouto says suddenly, hand stroking your shoulder. It's meant to be comforting, you think, but the touch burns. If he's offended at the way you wrench away from him, he does a very good job at not showing it. "We can get through this. It's not so scary, I'm here for you"

You freeze, heart dropping to your stomach. Your eyes tear to his face, eyes blown wide in fear. No. Not that. Shouto can't mean that.

"No" You tell him, shaking your head so hard your head ends up hurting again. Or maybe it never stopped. "No. Shouto. I'm not—you aren't saying what I think you are"

Shouto doesn't say anything for a second or two. The fingers on his right hand drum against the steering wheel. "I think you're underestimating how bad this heat will be for you, onee-san. You've only had one. What do you think this one will be like? You're going to need an alpha. I'm an alpha—"

"Shouto." Your voice drops low, dangerous. "We agreed not to bring that up again. I'll be fine."

Even as you say the words, you aren't so sure. And Shouto's planted the seeds of doubt inside of you. He's right. There was the "heat" you had when you presented, though there was no true symptoms of a typical heat present. And Enji had you on suppressants the very next day.

And the only heat you've ever had unsuppressed was when...

Your entire body throbs with need. You know exactly who it's for.

"I'm not...I'm not f-forcing you to do that again. I promised. I'm not. I'll be fine" You mumble, soft and scared.

"Onee-san" Shouto says, eyes soft and gentle. Your own fearful expressions mirrors back in them. "There's no one else"

"I don't feel so good," You slur, face tucked into Shouto's neck as he shoulders your weight. Your body is already breaking down—skin hot to the touch, feverish and sweaty, slick running down your thighs.

"How did he know?" Shouto asks, though the question is directed more at Enji than you. His arm is hot where it's wrapped around your waist. You feel safe, protected. This isn't how things should be. How did he know you were an omega? No one knows. As far as records show, you're a beta sidekick working for pro-hero Endeavor.

"There was an informant" Enji states, face impassive, voice calm. "He has been gathering information against me for a long time"

Enji's words swirl in your head. The real world isn't like U.A. This is your fault. You want to cry. But if you cry in front of Enji, it'll be the same as stripping naked—completely vulnerable.

"I still have his trail" Enji says, suddenly, and pushes a set of keys into Shouto's hands. The only good thing about this situation is that you aren't surrounded by citizens. "Get her out of here. I'm going after him"

"Yes, father" Shouto replies, ever the dutiful son. The pity in his eyes makes you want to rip your head off. Maybe, if reincarnation is a thing, you won't be born as something as useless as an omega. Weak, frail. Enji was right. Being an omega has changed everything.

Normally it's you who takes care of Shouto. Of Enji. Support and offense. You don't like this new change. How could you have been so stupid as to let this happen?

"It's alright, onee-san" Shouto whispers to you softly. You blink, and you're in the nearest safe-house. You're nearly shaking out of your skin, clammy with sweat as you pant and whine into his neck with every jostling step he takes. You're deposited all too gently onto the bed and you curl up immedeitly as another gush of slick coats your inner thighs and crack.

You hate this. You hate being an omega. You hate this part of you. Everything hurts. You just want it to stop hurting. You want to go back out there and find that villian. Kill him, for forcing you to deal with this part of yourself. Something that you've suppressed for so long.

Whatever that villian put into that syringe, a heat-inducer of some sort, it's twisting your insides into mini pretzels. Is this what giving birth feels like? Enji has put you through a lot. You thought you knew what pain felt like. You don't. And worst of all, you feel...empty. As if someone has scooped out your insides and replaced it with an endless black hole, hungry and starving. You whimper loudly, and Shouto is at your side in milliseconds.

The bed dips ever-so-slightly with Shouto's weight. He leans over you, a warm presence at your back. "Onee-san? I brought you water. What else do you need?"

You don't answer, shaking and trembling. You think you hear Shouto calling out to you again—but you don't answer. It's hot. You need...you need something. But. You can't—"Hurts. Hurts so bad"

Shouto slides his palm over your face. If he feels you taking greedy inhales of his scent, he doesn't say anything. Instead, he drags his hand down the side of your neck, fingers just lightly scraping against your scent gland. You keen, eyes blowing wide open. His hand brushes against your shoulder.

He pulls you, rolling you over onto your back.

"Onee-san" Shouto says, thick mahogany and peppermint scent wafting under your nose. You can't think, dazedly looking in his direction.

"Maybe I—" He swallows, audibly, shifting at the collar of his hero costume. "Maybe I could help—?" You cease your squirming, mouth dropping open. "I'm...I'm an alpha"

His hand squeezes your shoulder again. It takes you a few beats to really process what it is he means.

Horrified, you slap his hand away. You try to sit up, but you're ran through with a wave of cramps so painful you collapse into bed again, crying softly. Shouto croons above you, nuzzling his cheek against your own. You used to do this to him—when he was a pup.

Shouto isn't a pup anymore. He presented as an alpha early, at fifteen. Or maybe you just presented as an omega late. His ruts have all but evened out now, though he's still sweet faced at eighteen as he was at ten, at two.

You blink up at him wearily, staring for a few long seconds. You know what has to happen. Shouto knows it too. That doesn't make the shame any less, even when Shouto's panting into your skin, thick alpha cock thrusting in and out of your pussy, hero-costumes not even all the way off.

Tears bead along your waterline. It feels so good, it shouldn't, but it does. You clutch at him desperately, moans growing in pitch. It doesn't take long for his knot to start trying to catch at your entrance.

"I'm sorry—I'm sorry," You whisper, crying even as you feel your cunt clenching and fluttering around his cock. Your slick forms a puddle underneath your bodies, milking desperately at his cock now—wanting his knot. "I'm so sorry, I tried to stop—I'm sorry"

Shouto shushes you gently, kissing your cheek. His thrusts speed up, losing their precision as he shamelessly chases his own pleasure. Practically just jackrabbiting inside of you. There's no finesse to it. Why would there be? Shouto's a virgin. You feel awful. "It's okay onee-san, it's not your fault. That's what I'm here for, to be your alpha"

You don't bother to deign that with a response, finally feeling his knot pushing inside. It hurts, stretches you wide and even under the heat you realize it's the biggest thing you've ever taken.

If Enji can smell Shouto on you when he comes back later that night, he doesn't say anything about it.

Shouto parks your car in the driveway. Your mind is an endless whirl of don't let him, don't let him, don'tlethim and he's your brother, remember that. You don't really realize when Shouto crosses the front of the car until you're being lifted out of it, hand on your butt to support your weight. You can't do this to him again.

"I can...I can walk" You slur, trying to push away. Shouto doesn't even bother to respond, bending down to grab your second key from underneath a fake rock. He pushes inside of the small house, immediately heading for your bedroom. "How di-did you know..."

You haven't seen Shouto in nine years. You moved out as soon as your heat ended, bouncing around from place to place. Far enough from Enji's general territory. Eventually, you realized you were getting too old to be running around like a nomad around Japan and settled in a small house closer to some of the major prefectures.

Not too old to quit hero work. You wouldn't quit until it killed you. You didn't know how to do anything else. Though you worked under a new name and kept your identity secret. More of a vigilante than anything.

Even this deep into your heat you realize that Shouto shouldn't have known that. Much less where you live.

"You've been..." You slur, stumbling your way over to the bed—pushing away his hands. "Shouto. You were stalking me"

A hand cards through your black hair. Fake. You keep up with the dye obsessively. Your hairdresser thinks it's because you're ashamed of the pale red roots come in. Better that than the truth. There's a look of displeasure on his face as he does so. He doesn't like it either, apparently.

Shouto kisses your cheek. You collapse into the sheets in a heap, arching away from him, even as liquid fire burns through your veins.

"I've been looking for you for a very long time, onee-san" Confirms the alpha, aiding you in sitting up. "You just ran away. Did I upset you? Was I not good enough? Not even Father knew where you went. Everytime I thought I had a lead, you'd disappear again"

"You're m-my brother" You stumble out, as he kneels between your legs, reaching behind you with his long arm to undo the back of your suit. The leather suit feels freeing, now that it's no longer on. You've long since abandoned the navy colored domino mask and the gloves are gone too.

"Only half" Shouto reminds you, a smile quirking onto the corners of his lips. Cheeky bastard. You swat at him, trying to get him to get away.

He obeys—surprisingly.

You're able to squirm the rest of the way out of your suit—shucking it off of you. You're left in your bra and underwear, though the lower half of your body is soaked through. Your body burns, pain ricocheting nearly everywhere. You can't identify a single part of you that isn't hurting.

But you gave in once already. You aren't going to do that to Shouto again. You'll let this heat burn you from the inside out before you do that to him again.

You don't think Rei likes you very much. You know she doesn't have much of a reason to, anyway. You try to be quiet and stay out of the way and generally be as pleasant as you can.

A good girl, just the way you're own mother raised you. Yet no matter what you do, you seem to earn Rei's scorn.

No matter what Rei thinks of you, you aren't stupid. You know you're the reason why she and Enji fight all the time. Were things always this way between them? Did you make things worse? Your siblings (half-siblings corrects the voice inside your head that sounds eerily like your fathers), Touya, Fuyumi and Natsuo. They seem used to the fighting.

Well, there isn't something all that right about her anyway. As you grow older, you begin to wonder if it's you that Rei doesn't like—or her life itself. The baby is wailing away in his little bassinet again. Rei is rocking away on the balcony. There's always something far away in her gaze. Like where she is, isn't here.

Maybe she can't hear the baby crying? You tiptoe into his little nursery and peer over the edge.

The new babies name is Shouto. At first you thought that a new baby being born meant you wouldn't be important to Enji anymore. But you aren't all that important to him anyway. Your father is a simple man, and he has made his expectations for you very clear. You are to be an alpha and you are to continue to use your quirk for good—to become a hero he can be proud of.

Baby Shouto blinks his eyes awake, focusing on you. His eyes are two different colors. His hair is too. One side is red, one is white. One eye is grey, like Rei's. The other is blue, like Enji's. You've never seen anything like it before.

You have red hair, like your father. But your eyes are dark brown, like your mothers. Even from the others, you look noticeably different. As if you don't belong. Baby Shouto's cries grow louder in pitch. Slowly, you stick your finger down into the bassinet. Shouto latches onto it quickly, entire fist clenched around your finger.

He holds on so tightly. It makes you giggle. You bend over, and gently pull him out, adjusting the hold you often see Rei hold on him. You begin pacing around the nursery, bouncing and cooing at him to cease his tears.

"There there" You say quietly, careful to support the head. "There's no need to cry Shouto. I'm here" It doesn't take you long to realize the source of his cries : he needs his diaper changed. Badly. Your nose wrinkles at the stench.

You travel over to the changing station and place him down onto it. Your fingers work to unbutton the pale blue one-piece. How hard can it be, to change a baby's diaper? Not impossible. People do it all the time. You pull back the flap and you're immediately hit with the full stench of poop. Gross. You work quickly on changing him, and by the time you're done, Shouto is a happy, gurgling baby again.

"Isn't that better?" You ask, knowing baby Shouto is way too tiny to answer. You hoist him up into your arms again and continue your pacing and walking. The baby coos at you, hand tugging on a lock of your red hair.

"What are you doing?" Rei's voice stops you dead in your tracks. You couldn't have been walking for more than ten minutes before she's sniffed you out. She stalks into the room, and even though you're just a pup yourself, it doesn't take a genius to realize she's unhappy with you. "Get your hands off of him"

She snatches Shouto from your arms. Baby Shouto nuzzles into his mother all of two seconds before he bursts into screaming sobs again. Omegas are possessive over their children, you know this. But still...

"H-he was crying" You explain, as she stares you down. Just hours ago, at lunch, her eyes had been blank and empty. Enji had to remind her to serve you a plate as well. "He needed to be changed so...so I changed him"

Rei looks you over, as if determining whether or not you can be trusted.

"I can take care of him. Do you hear me? I can take care of my pup just fine" She says, steel eyes glinting sharply. Rei mutters something underneath her breath about bastard children and demons. "I don't want you touching him again" You obey, skulking out of his nursery with your metaphorical tail tucked between your legs.

The next time Shouto's cries screech out down the halls, you run in to help—despite the older omega's very clear warning.

You don't mind getting yelled at, not for him. It seems wrong to leave a baby crying. Especially one as small as Shouto. He can't take care of himself. And Rei is forgetful.

Even at six years old, you've dealt with a lot worse than facing the brunt of Rei's biting cold accusations. For Shouto, you'll continue to put up with a lot worse.

This is for Shouto you think to yourself. It's about the only thought you can think. You're about delirious with need, surroundings hazy and unfocused. Everything is both too close and too far away, lights blinding even when they're turned off, head pounding—throat dry, no matter how many glasses of cold water Shouto brings.

You have no neighbors. It's what drew you to this place. No one around for miles. No one to take notice of you going in and out of the house at odd hours dressed in a costume of all things—bringing unwanted attention and publicity to your doorstep. As far as masked vigilantes go, you're quite popular. But you don't interact with fans, afraid that someone might link you to the past identity you once held as Endeavor's sidekick.

No one has put together that your quirks are the same. You use less of yours, not to your full potential. Rely on hand-to-hand more than anything else. You're careful, never cutting corners no matter how easy things may appear to be. But this is something you never could have planned for. It was impossible. It wasn't supposed to happen.

Now, there's no one standing between you and Shouto. Nothing except your own fast dwindling will, that is. At least you had the right mind to ask him to leave his jacket behind, face pressed into the fabric as your fingers messily bring you to yet another unsatisfactory orgasm. No matter how many times you make yourself cum (and you have ; plenty) it doesn't hinder the need crawling through your veins.

Nothing will. Except an alpha's knot. Yet, you won't let Shouto in, sobbing into his jacket as your scent begins to overwhelm his own—rutting against your palm. You've been in this state for the better part of a day, and you somehow manage to get enough strength in your body to glance towards the windows.

It's dark out. You don't know how much more of this you can take. But you don't want to force Shouto to do...that again. It's shameful and wrong. Ever since you presented as an omega, it felt like there was some dirty part of you that needed covering up. You felt like everyone around you could see it—distancing themselves before they could be drug under.

You won't resolve Shouto to that same fate. You won't drag him down with you. Your hand falls away from between your thighs, hyperventilating against the sheets as your entire world spins out of control.

And then everything goes black.

Briefly, you register Shouto's hand supporting your head.

"Why didn't you call for me?" He demands, though your eyes keep fluttering shut. You feel both weightless and a thousand pounds heavy, dead weight and the world steadily going out again. All of a sudden your eyes blow open and you thrash against...water?

Cold. Cold water. Shouto's hand is in the bath. The fridgidness feels wonderful against your heated skin. He's using his quirk. Your thighs tremble and shake underneath the cold water. It doesn't do much, but it feels like a dash of clarity at last.

"There are no heat hotels within 25 miles" Shouto stresses, alpha scent screaming worried worried worried, harsh, underneath your nose. You feel more sensitive and averse to scents than you usually are, and the bitter acridness has you whining out. "You aren't going to find any alpha that isn't me, onee-san. Just give in—"

You thrash against him. Horror icing your veins. You won't. You're better than this, you know you are. You aren't going to make this...a thing between the two of you. You aren't going to corrupt Shouto any further than you have already.

"N-no" You stammer, shaking your head. Shouto pulls you out of the bath, wrapping your shaking body in a warm towel. The contact alone is enough to have you cumming again, and you're ashamed to see the rivulets of slick trickle down your thighs. "I'm not...not...I don't need—"

Shouto's hand grips your jaw. He forces you to hold his gaze, even as your eyesight begins to blur again. Your eyes blow open with lust, drifting across his features. His eyes are wide with worry, nostrils flaring lightly as he inhales your scent. A palm, calloused through time but ever so gently, cups the back of your neck.

"You could die, onee-san" He says, tugging you close. You tuck your face against his neck, hips bucking and squirming against his front, where you feel his rock hard cock throbbing between his thighs. Your mouth waters, drool spilling past your teeth. Oh, how you want. "Do you understand? You have to let me help you. I can't—"

Something wet and cool spatters down your chest. Shouto tugs you in tighter. He's crying. Why is Shouto crying? That has all of your omegan instinct's freezing—as if on standby. Instincts you haven't tapped into in decades. Instincts you believed Enji had forcefully trained out of you.

You croon softly, brushing your cheek against Shouto's, trying to soothe him even in your state. He doesn't budge. You do it again, more purposeful this time. The heat continues to burn under your flesh.

Shouto looks up at you. The sheer level of focus is enough to shake the heats persistent fog away from you. This is the face of a man who has made up his mind.

A hand darts between your thighs, spreading them apart. It's Shouto. Just Shouto's hand. You don't need to worry about it. He moves in slow motion, and yet you're powerless to stop him. And then he proceeds to sit down right there on the bathroom floor—tugging down his boxers and impaling you on his cock.

Your eyes dart open with panic. A strangled groan rips from your lips, mind shutting down. What is he—why, you told him not to but—but you don't even have a chance to get the word out before Shouto's grabbing you by the hips and bouncing you up and down. He grunts in your ear, a distinctly alpha sound that has you whimpering in return. You throw your arms around his neck, chuffing against his skin.

"I'm sorry, onee-san" Shoutu grunts into your ear. His hands tighten just marginally around your waist, holding you still while he fucks up into your cunt. You squeal, body boneless and unable to do anything but lie there and take it. You can feel slick dripping out of you, wetting his lap. There's a loud wet squelching noise every time his cock fucks back in. Shouto presses his lips to your cheek in apology. "I know, sshh, you did your best, but you need to let your alpha take care of it now"

You aren't my alpha you want to say, but the only thing that comes out is, "Hnnnghh"

It's horrible, terrible. You're just as disgusted with yourself as you are full of arousal. This should never have happened (again, the traitorous voice in your head speaks, you let him do this to you again). It's sick, twisted. Yet you curl your fingers into the front of Shouto's suit and keen high in your throat—mewling for more.

Shouto shifts you slightly in his lap, pulling you back down. Your hips move of their own will, rocking back and forth. Every so often, he'll meet your thrusts, but other than that, content to let you chase your orgsam yourself.

A hand cards through your hair, reverent. You can feel him speaking, but can't really understand what it is he's saying. Your head is underwater, it feels like. Suddenly, your clunt clamps tight around his cock and you moan pathetically into his throat, damp breath hitting against his scent gland.

It's more painful than pleasurable. Doesn't feel good at all. Just hurts. Like a blinding pain. Like fire.

"K—nn, ah—!" You gasp against Shouto's skin, fingers scrabbling at his abs with another squeal. His thumb brushes against your scent gland and you can feel him shushing you again. Trying to get you to calm down. You can't. "Sho—hurts. Knot, please—I can't anymore, please...help me"

"I won't knot you on the floor like an animal" Shouto whispers in your ear, pecking your cheek. You want to tell him that you could care less where it happens as long as he does it so you can get some peace, some sort of break from the endless suffering you feel. A strong pair of hands hoist you up and you cling to Shouto once more as he walks you both back into your bedroom.

At some point, you've formed a nest on your bed. You don't know when. Everything is a big blur to you. You've never made one before either—but he deposits you into it, crawling in after you.

Shouto moves with a sense of urgency, cracking your legs open and immediately sheathing himself inside. Air comes back to you in a swooping rush, despite the way Shouto pins you down and fucks into your cunt with sharp punches of his hips. His breathing is calm, despite the fast pace and startingly you realize that his hair is more cropped than the last time you've seen it.

"You're so pretty..." Shouto mumbles reverently, hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes away the tears from your eyes. You hadn't even realized that you were crying. He bends down, your own back arching off the bed with a shout as his cock bullies itself deeper inside of you. His forehead presses against yours, eyes fluttering shut.

You watch him with wide eyes, thighs trembling around his waist. The middle of his forehead furrows in pleasure and you catch the softest grunts tumbling out of his lips. His hand slips down to tangle with your own, pressed down into your sheets.

So distracted by watching him that you don't notice his knot until it's nearly lodged inside of you. A sharp gasp pierces the air, and you pitch forwards, nails raking deep lines down Shouto's back.

"Please...please, please—pleasepleaseplease—Shouto" You cry out desperately.

His hand pins your hips down to the nest. His eyes dart down to the place where your bodies are connected and watches, with near obsession that borders on perversion at the way his cock, covered in your slick and cum, thrusts in and out.

"I know, onee-san" He whispers, gasping the words out himself. "I know, I'm almost there. You don't have to beg, I'll give you what you need. I'm nothing like him"

One, two more thrusts is all it takes and Shouto fucks into you deeply, tying you two together. You've never forgotten what this felt like, Shouto's knot (how could you forget?)—but it's been so long. Your body goes lax, slumping down into the messy, soiled sheets with a sigh.

Finally, it feels as though you can breathe again.

Shouto himself slumps down against you, body a welcome weight. Like a heated blanket. The pain ebbs away until it's nothing but a faint memory, but still present. You try to stay awake as long as you can. But your eyes are so heavy that they slip shut of their own accord and it takes so much strength to open them again.

Eventually, you just give up and let sleep overtake you.

Enji sends you away the week Shouto presents.

He doesn't so much as say you're bad luck—but that's how you feel. But when he sends you away, you don't complain. You know its for the best. Everyone's sensed the change in Shouto in the upcoming weeks before this moment. And everyone had their own hopes for how they wanted Shouto to present. You tell yourself that you won't be disappointed in Shouto, no matter what he presents as.

Alpha, beta or omega, you'll love Shouto just the same. You have to. Enji won't, if Shouto presents as anything other than an alpha. You and your half-siblings. You've all disappointed Enji in some shape way or form. A long line of faulty heirs, until only the youngest remained. Shouto is the only one who hasn't disappointed your father. You don't want him facing the same scrutiny that you've dealt with since presenting as an omega.

When you come back a week later, the house smells like an alpha. It isn't Enji's oppressive alpha scent. You're so relieved you could cry. You were so afraid that...that by being too close to him, your omega instincts would rub off on him. It's foolish, and entirely impossible. You're entirely too old to be falling victim to superstitious tales from midwives.

But you remember being a pup, how much Rei hated you for even looking at Shouto. Much less for holding him, or playing him, or helping him with his homework. Maybe she could sense what you were going to present as an omega. Maybe she wanted to stop you from somehow turning Shouto into something pathetic, like yourself.

Like her.

It doesn't take long for him to realize that you've come home again. Ten minutes, maybe even less. You're unpacking your things when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Shouto.

You turn around. He stands in the doorway to your room, staring at you, unblinking.

"Why did you leave?" He asks, stepping into your space. You can see him subtly spreading his scent around—which is normal for alpha's who've just presented. Besides, Shouto smells...good. You don't mind.

His rut is over, you stayed two days extra, just in case. But you can still can't shake it—like he's being controlled by his instincts more than what meets the eye.

"I was assisting another hero on a case" You tell him honestly, folding a sweater you never even got the chance to wear—mission over way sooner than you expected it to be. You were never even needed for it, to be honest. But it helped to keep your mind off of Shouto and his inevitable presentation.

"Father sent you away" Shouto accuses, prowling closer. At fifteen, he isn't really intimidating, but the shadows play on his face and body. He looks like Enji just as much as Rei. The thought is terrifying. Your scent tinges with apprehension and nerves. Though you're wearing patches, they're weak and with Shouto just presenting, his nose is sharp. "He sent you away from me"

You don't have an answer for that. It's the truth, and you don't like lying. Least of all to Shouto.

"I wanted to go too" You tell him faintly "Fuyumi and Natuso are both betas. I didn't want to trigger anything or make it worse for you"

"Presenting without you was scarier" He says, shoulders sagging. You don't have anything to say for that either. An apology wouldn't be apt enough. Nothing you do seems to matter. You seem to screw it up anyway.

Why are you like that?

"Hey, onee-san" Shouto calls, crossing the rest of the room to meet you. The soft imploring tone breaks you out of your thoughts before they can grow any darker. "Can I...can we scent each other?"

"You aren't a pup anymore, Shouto" You try to tell him, though the words are weak to your own ears. "Enji might not like that I—"

"I don't care" He interrupts, blinking those heterochromic eyes at you, slowly, like a cat. "Please?"

You sigh, and nod. Enji will have something to say about it later. As long as Shouto isn't around to hear it, then you're fine with the outcome. Your brother crowds into your personal space, brushing your cheeks against one another. You card your fingers through his hair, relaxing as his chest begins to rumble with a steady purr.

"Father says alphas and omegas belong together" Shouto breaches the silence once more. His hands dig into your shoulders. "Just wait a few more years, onee-san. Then we can run away from this place and be heros together. Just the two of us"

That causes you to chuckle. Shouto's taken after you, and got into U.A. as well. You remember being that idyllic at that age too. "A lot could happen in three years, Shouto. You might make some friends. And maybe you'll find someone else—"

Shouto pulls away from you like he's been burned.

"It has to be you" He says, and starts brushing against your scent gland. "I can't leave you here with him, onee-san"

It doesn't take a genius for you to decipher who he means. You freeze and have to manually force yourself to relax again, not wanting him to catch on. But Shouto's speaking again, continuing to flip your world upside down.

"I hear how he talks to you. How he treats you." He whispers, nose pushed into your neck. His fingers tremble against your shoulders. "I c-can't...I won't leave you behind"

"Don't worry about me, Shouto" You tell him, ruffling the back of his head fondly. "Just focus on doing good in school, okay?"

"I promise, onee-san" He says, completely ignoring your words. You balk, but decide to let it go, just this once. "I promise I'll get us both out of here"

You wake up in the early morning to your skin being on fire. It's been two days of this, you think. Shouto slumbers against you, spread out on his back. You wince at the sight of the marks you left against his skin—proof of the sin you've committed together. You can feel another wave of your heat starting to rise. But it's more manageable this time.

Rising from the bed quietly, you stumble out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Your legs feel weak with exhaustion, but you know you need to try and get something down.

Thankfully, you always keep the fridge stocked with food. You pull the yogurt out and a bottle of water. There's crushed oats in the pantry and an apple—though you're unsure if you can eat the entire apple before feeling full. You sprinkle in a spoonful of oats into a bowl with the greek yogurt and sit there right on the floor to eat it, naked as the day you were born.

It doesn't taste like anything, going down. Is that normal for heats? You wouldn't know. You force yourself to finish it anyway before leaving it on the counter and trudging back into the bedroom. Shouto is still slumbering away, hand curled up around his heart and the other tangling with the edge of your pillow. You sit down at your desk, feeling another pang through your body.

You exhale quietly. You miss him being inside of you—which rings like an alarm inside of your brain. A sure sign that the heat inside is welling up again.

Despite your best knowledge in the matter, you know Shouto won't like that you haven't woken him up for this. You resisted him for as long as you could before you gave in. Your head lays against the cool wooden surface of your desk as you part your legs as best you can in the position you're sat in, slipping a finger inside of yourself. Another, then another. You try to stimulate the stiffness of Shouto's cock, thrusting them languidly inside of yourself the way he had.

When it's almost too much to bear, you wrench your gaze away from Shouto and look to the wall instead—squirming restlessly. But you don't need him yet. You can wait. Besides, he's asleep anyway and you don't want to wake him.

You smother a sound into the crook of your elbow, burying your face there, as a painful cramp seizes your lower stomach. It's just that Shouto smells so good right now, like you. Like he's your alpha. He sleeps on—when did you start watching him again? Weren't you supposed to be looking at the wall?

This is worse than the pain from before, you think. You would rather have that than this parasite inside of you, making you think you want your brothers cock again. You bite at your arm—burying three fingers back into your cunt again.

The slide is easy, because of Shouto. Wet and open, well-fucked. Your fingers make squelching, obscene noises as you try your best to smother your whimpers into your skin and the desk below you. You curl your fingers inside of your cunt, getting them to brush against your spot. Close, but not enough. It isn't enough, not when you keep imagining Shouto instead. Shouto's fingers, his tongue maybe—his knot, most importantly. You want that so badly.

With a whimper, you arch upwards, bearing most of your weight against the desk as you try and push your fingers deeper inside. And can't get—you can't get them deep enough. You can't get them where you need them, it isn't enough. You whine frustradley, feeling close to tears.

"What are you doing?" Shouto asks, sitting up in bed, chest heaving as he stares at you. You don't mean to do it, but you whine again, back arching sinfully. "Onee-san—" That last look is what you need and you come with a start, though it isn't enough. Doesn't even begin to cover it. You hate this, hate heat. When will it be over?

Shouto crosses the room in seconds, practically a blur. He kicks the chair away, cause you to stumble, but he's prepared for that, holding you up and pushing you over the desk. Your legs spread wide for him, trembling with anticipation and need.

Two of fingers push inside of you, alongside your own. You squeal, slick gushing out of your cunt as he strokes your soft velveteen insides. It's just...perfect, you gasp, mouth pitching open—there, right there—

You cum again with a stifled moan. Shouto wrenches his hands free, slurping at his fingers and getting them clean.

"Shouto—" You warble, hands clawing at the desk for purchase as you feel the head of his cock sliding against you pussy. "Knot...want it, want it—"

He slides inside, perfectly sheathing himself inside. Like he belongs there. A part of him always will. Shouto's hips snap, fucking in sharply—perfect, so perfect, making your eyes roll to the back of your heat and your slick trickles steadily out of your weeping cunt.

"You're so—impossible, sometimes, onee-san" He grits out, sounding frustrated himself. "Don't just let me sleep when you need me"

"I d-didn't" You slur, a lie, the words dripping off into a long drawn-out moan instead. Shouto just doubles down and fucks you twice as hard for it.

"You needed me" He stresses, teeth scraping your neck. Too close to your scent gland. No, no, not there. You yelp, breath hitching as you try and back away with a whine. He pulls you back onto his cock, thrusting into you twice more before pulling out. You sag against the desk immediately, body giving out.

"Wh-what...why?" You stammer, looking back at him. Your cunt clenches and unclenches, painstakingly empty. "Why did you...?"

"Get in your nest, onee-san" Shouto orders, nipping at your neck again. Too close to your scent gland. "Present for your alpha, I know you can do it for me. Come on"

You nearly trip over yourself to obey, though the logical part of you wants to protest. Shouto isn't your alpha. He's your brother. But the lines between the two of you are so blurred and the heat isn't helping and you should have never let him in. Yet you scamper onto your stomach and spread your legs, face pressed into the nest.

All too eager to let yourself be used for this alpha's pleasure. A part of you feels disgusted with yourself. It's only a small part, overshadowed by the lust that the heat brings. But when it's over...you'll be forced to confront the way you acted. You'll need to uproot your life again. Go somewhere where Shouto can't find you.

Shouto breathes out, airless and soft as he fucks back in. His hands brush over your backside and cheeks—the skin tingling in the places where he touches you. Your thighs quiver with exertion, trembling and shaking. But Shouto doesn't move. You push forwards and then back, Shouto's cock pushing somewhere new with a loud smack as his heavy balls slap against your ass.

Your mouth drops open on a wordless moan. Your mind goes blank, nothing but ringing. And then a suddenly clear, oh.

"Just like that, onee-san. Good omega" Shouto breathes, and you look back to catch him tipping his head back with a groan before they focus in on you again. "You feel so good"

You feel your face flushing harder—if such a thing was even possible. The praise zips down your spine like magic, causes you to move, shifting upwards and back down again—fucking yourself on his cock. Your head pitches forwards into the sheets with a strangled sob, repeating the movements.

It's the heat, you think to yourself. This is what's making you both behave this way. Your self control splinters down by another fraction, rolling your hips with his cock nestled deep inside of your cunt with a whine.

"S-Sho—Shouto" You manage to gasp out at last, feeling your body buzz from the heat. Shouto bends down and molds his mouth over your own. You can taste yourself, just a little, on his tongues. It's the first time you've kissed. Tears trickle down the corners of your eyes—shame burning just as deep as the heat. One arm loops around your waist and you feel the muscles in his arm jump as you fuck continue to fuck back against his cock.

Your wrists are seized, pinned to your back. Shouto bows over your body, cock dragging inside of your walls as he braces himself against the bed properly. His teeth settle against your scent gland once more.

Your entire body goes tense with fear and arousal, all in a single breath. "Wait—Shouto...Shouto, d...don't—" but the words come apart and stitched back together again messily as Shouto suddenly drives his cock inside. You feel him huffing against your neck as he begins to fuck you in deep, punishing thrusts. Your wrists strain in his hold and your feet dig into the sheets, curling with pleasure despite the panic that has taken a deep hold of you.

Shouto only picks up speed, grunting into your skin, tightening the grip he has on you. Pleasure cracks down your spine and with nowhere to run, you have no choice but to take it. His tongue flicks out to taste your sweat, your fear, your skin.

His fangs hover over your throat. "It's okay, onee-san" He cajoles, though the words are through a pant as you squirm against him—trying to dislodge yourself as panic claws up your throat.

"Stop...no—ah!" You whine, fingers twisting in the hold. You feel his fangs scrape against your scent gland. He's going to bite. Fear takes a hold of you deeply—you can't let that happen. He's going to claim me. "Sho—Shouto...we can't! You c-ca...can't...Shouto—s-stop"

You feel his cock swell and pulse inside of you. His knot. Your defenses drop for a second, but that's all Shouto needs.

He drops your wrists, pins you down properly and bites. Pain richosets through your body, as blinding as the sun, as you sob in defeat. And yet, his knot swells once more, locking you in place as he nurses at the bonding mark, licking away the blood with his tongue.

There are too many sensations for you to focus down. The intense pain, the unbearable pleasure—shame, arousal, fear, sadness, lust. Your thoughts are slippery like goldish in your fingers, too fast to pin down.

Through the bond, you feel deep-curdling satisfaction.

It isn't yours.

The air is heavy. You stare down at the villian you've apprehended, breathing deeply.

Shouto is there. You don't want to look at him. Nine years. You should have known he would find you again eventually. Yet you aren't prepared at all for the way he stares at you, like he knows it's you—even with the scent patches and blockers and suppressants and the mask.

Every defense you've created to stop anyone from your old life from finding you again is useless. Shouto's boots crunch against the asphalt as he nears closer.

"It's so good to see you again, onee-san" He breathes, reverently. "I've been looking for you"

"It's alright, onee-san" Shouto says with too sharp focus, when his knot goes down enough for him to pull out. He rolls you both over on your sides, pulling you close once you begin to cry.

You're inconsolable. Shouto's presence brings you as much comfort as it does anguish. There's no going back from this. You can't pretend this didn't happen. You can't run away from this—from him.

"This is my f-fault" You stammer out shakily, before falling victim to another wave of sobs. The fact that you can feel your heat dissipating only makes you feel worse. As if all you needed was Shouto's bondmark all along, tying the two of you together permanently. You curl up into a ball, pushing the alpha away as he nears. "Oh...oh god, what do I do?"

What if Enji finds out? What if anyone finds out? You can't tell anyone else about this. You begin to hyperventilate, breaths coming out in whittling gasps. There's no way to get rid of bondmarks. Their permanent, unless one of you dies. Shouto's having none of that. He gathers you into his arms, despite the way you fight against him.

His tongue laving at the bondmark is enough to have you falling lax against him.

"I've always hated our father" He begins, voice hard as he squeezes you tightly to his chest. His hand cards through your hair. "He had mother, and he ruined her. Broke her beyond repair. And then he had you too, onee-san. But he was starting to ruin you too. That isn't how you treat an omega, especially one as perfect as you, onee-san"

Your blood turns to ice in your veins.

"You were made just for me" Shouto whispers into your hair as you tremble with fear against him. "I don't want us to have pups yet, don't worry. Unlike Father, I understand that you have a greater purpose. And now with this," this, being bond mark, which Shouto strokes with his thumb before bending over you awkwardly to place a kiss there. "With this, Father can't take you away from me again. And we'll become heros. Together. And then you're going to spread your legs for me onee-san. Just like this. And you're going to give me a pup. And I'll be a better alpha for you than Father ever was"

You understand how Rei felt, now. The insurmountable sea of despair that seems impossible to even attempt crossing. Sickness claws up your throat, but you can do nothing but sink further into Shouto's embrace and cry.

#shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #shouto x black reader #shouto todoroki x black reader #✭.shouto #✭.mha #✭.dc #✭.yandere #✭.a/b/o #✭.incest #✭.dubcon #౨ৎ amalainse -- do not steal my works !

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amalainse · 18 days ago

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Geto Suguru with different hair styles

#gege knew not to draw him like this canonically #he'd be too strong #✭.commonlaw

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ adore me, mark your territory !!

ᝰ.ᐟ after having to endure locker room conversation since his blue lock days all the way up to his pro days, yukimiya realizes that if he wants to show you just how serious he is about his thoughts on his relationship with you, he needs to make his mark on you. ( fem!reader )

pairing kenyu yukimiya x reader word count 3.6k content contains corruption kink/innocence kink, loss of virginity (both you and yukki), first time, creampie, breeding kink, slightly manipulative!yukki, you two attended the same private catholic high school, mentions of purity culture, coercion, very naive reader, talks of marriage, dark(ish) content kinktober masterlist

To love someone is to know them.

You love Kenyu Yukimiya with all your heart; you know his hopes and his dreams, his fears and the tiny voice in his head that serves to either goad or encourage him. The two of you grew up together, attending all the same Catholic private schools up ‘til he went pro fresh out of high school graduation, and you decided to attend a tiny, private all girls university.

You know that he’s kind and funny, much more outgoing and adventurous than you. You know that he can be gentle, and that he chooses to always be gentle with you. You know that he loves you just as much as you love him.

But while distance makes the heart grow fonder, perhaps it’s the distance that has caused this newfound unfamiliarity between the two of you.

“Kenny, I don’t… I don’t understand.” You’re lying down on your painfully small twin-sized mattress in your dorm room. Kenyu’s on top of you, his body hovering over your own. He gives you that familiar, comforting smile of his as he asks you gently (your Kenyu’s always so gentle with you),

“We love each other, don’t we?”

“Of course we do.” You say softly. Your arms are by your side, and you’re playing with the frills on the oversized comforter of your bed. Your whole entire room still screams girl. Yukimiya finds it endearing; he finds everything about you so damn endearing. Your floral quilts, and the stuffed animals he’s won for you from claw machines and unfairly rigged carnival games. Your fluffy comforter, and the way you always love to wear dresses, even when it’s just to attend a lecture.

And your unwavering innocence.

Everyone knows that Catholic private schools aren’t as pristine as the parents of the students like to claim it is, but you’re the only one who remained devout. The only one who genuinely stayed true to the lessons taught. You didn’t drink, you didn’t smoke, you didn’t sneak out. The only parties you attended were birthday parties chaperoned by a trusted adult and held in the early afternoon. You always followed the dress code and never tried to get away with folding the waistband of your school-issued skirt to make it shorter, like some of the other girls did. Hell, Kenyu had to literally ask your father for permission to date you before he asked you out.

And while Kenyu’s always been on his best behavior, it’s not like he’s unaware of the world. He’s not naive like you. And that’s okay. One of you has to know enough to lead the other; Yukimiya’s more than happy that he’s the one taking on that role.

The thing is, Kenyu truly does love you. It’s why he doesn’t rush you, doesn’t try to force you to go further than what you think you’re capable of, than what you think you’re allowed to go. He ignores the hard on he gets every time you two make out, the way your hips sometimes move on their own, grinding against him with no thought to strip out of your clothes and let him finish. You’ve been together since the first year of high school, and now you’re in college, and he’s playing professional soccer, and he loves you, and he still hasn’t even seen your pussy. Honestly, his closest friends tell him he must be a saint.

But the talks in the locker room, the snide comments from his least favorite teammates, the jokes and the teasing and the mocking, condescending tones — gotta protect Yukki’s ears, can’t let him Mr. Private School hear this, as if he’d even know what we’re talking about; damn virgin — all of it is chipping away at his pacifist, mild-mannered demeanor, revealing the feral, greedy egoist that lies underneath.

You had been so excited to hear your beloved boyfriend was flying down to your college town this weekend, just to see you! Your roommate’s out on a holiday with her parents, leaving the dorm room all to yourselves. In your cute mind, this just means more room for the two of you to hang out.

For Yukimiya, it means he has no more obstacles to get in the way of him fucking you for the first time.

“And you know what two people who love each other do, right?” He’s still using the same pacifying, soothing tone he always uses when he’s trying to calm you down. When you skinned your knees and cried from the sting of the alcohol wipes used to clean the cuts, he had used this voice on you. When you cried at the airport because he was leaving the country to meet the team who paid an exorbitant amount to have him on their starting lineup, he had used this voice on you. Right now, you can’t understand why he’s using this voice on you. You’re not hurt; just confused.

“Kenyu, wh-what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about making love, [Name].” One large palm is rubbing up and down the smooth skin of your thigh. The movement causes the thin fabric of your sundress to rise up. Yukimiya’s never touched you down there before. You don’t know why his touch feels so good, but you do understand what he’s talking about now.

“But Kenny—” Your voice is reduced to nothing more than a nervous whisper, almost as if you’re scared someone is listening in. “—we can’t. That’s for married couples.”

Well, if it’s any consolation, Yukimiya’s always planned on marrying you.

He kisses your forehead, his hand never relenting from its position on your thigh. Your dress remains lifted up at an angle on one side. He can see part of your cotton panties; plain and white. If he moves his fingers up a few more centimeters, he could tug at the waistband of them.

“I know, sweetheart. But I’ve been thinking…” His hand travels from up your thigh to rest on your hip. The one side of your dress is now all the way up, and his thumb rests on the thin waistband of your panties, rubbing reassuring circles to get you to remain calm underneath him. “We’ll get married soon, anyway, right? I love you so much that I need an outlet to show you just how much I love you.”

“Married? Soon?” Your eyes widen. You find yourself daydreaming about marrying Yukimiya, starting a family. Yukimiya’s smile stretches wide across his handsome face. His sweet girl, he knew you’d be putty in his hands after he mentioned that.

“Of course.” He kisses you on your lips sweetly, his hand never leaving your hip. “And I want to give you all the love a husband has for his wife. Won’t you let me, [Name]?”

Kenyu’s always been handsome. You have a collection of all his professional photoshoots, and you know that he has a bunch of fangirls from just his looks alone. It’s so unfair of him, really, to give you that imploring look of his. You can’t say no to Yukimiya, and you think you never want to.

And so you do let him.

Kenyu’s quick. With the speed he normally reserves for on the field, Kenyu’s mouth meets your at the same time his other hand grips your neglected hip. Now both of his hands are bunching up the fabric of your dress, pulling the skirt up to reveal your simple, plain panties.

“Mmph.” You moan into the kiss. This is a bit different than what you two normally engage in; somehow, everything feels a lot heavier, headier. You can’t seem to think straight. All you can focus on is chasing after his lips, matching his hungry pace.

The heat radiating off the two of you is enough for Kenyu to separate from you momentarily. The lens of his glasses are fogged up, and he grins at you, satisfied at the progress you’re making, before taking his glasses off and setting them neatly on your nightstand.

And then he’s back to kissing you passionately again. You’re lost in the pleasure of his kisses, unknowingly bucking your hips up, not knowing why your body is craving friction, for some attention, down there. Your hands reach up to grip the front of Kenyu’s shirt, tugging at him, trying to bring him closer. You’re getting desperate, and he finds it so cute.

“Lift your arms up for me, sweetheart.” He mumbles against your lips, and your head’s too hazy for you to properly register his request. He repeats it, still as gentle as ever with you, and this time, you manage to comply.

“Fuck.” You don’t hear Kenyu curse often; he says it’s impolite to do so in front of his girl. He breathes out the word, and you feel shy all of a sudden as his eyes roam over your body. He tossed your dress to the side unceremoniously, and because the dress itself had padding, you decided not to wear a bra. You’re laying on your bed, nothing to protect your modesty besides your cotton panties.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. The only girl I see.” He praises you, and you don’t feel too shy anymore.

“K-Kenyu—” You look up at him, all doe-eyed and sweet. You’re pressing your thighs together, drawing his attention to the plush of your thighs, the way hiding in between your legs is your special place that only Kenyu will be allowed to see, to touch, to taste, to love. “What do we do now?”

He leans down, whispering in your ear in his familiar, kind voice, “Now, you lay down, and let me show you how much I love you.”

You love Kenyu so much, you think it should be impossible for your heart to have so much room for him. You know Kenyu must feel the same way, but never before has his love for you ever felt so overwhelming. Kenyu pries your thighs apart, forcing you to open your legs for him, but you didn’t know showering you in his love meant that he was going to take his fingers and rub against the mound in your underwear.

“W-wait, Kenny!” You yelp, trying to shut your legs, but he’s too big, too strong. He blocks the movement, keeps you nice and spread for him. “I—” You don’t know what to tell him, and you don’t know how to explain why there’s a tiny puddle gathering in the thin fabric of your panties. Sometimes, you feel funny and this starts to happen, usually after a long makeout session with your boyfriend.

“You’re so wet for me, [Name].” He almost sounds in awe, staring down at your covered pussy almost as if in a trance. The pace he’s using is rather slow; he’s content, for now, with just stroking his fingers up and down your covered slit, fascinated with the way he can watch you slowly drench through the cotton. The wet spot only continues to grow; he bets he can get his fingers damp with your arousal soon, and he wouldn’t even have to take your panties off to do so. “Do you always get this wet for me?”

You want to cry, and you can even feel the tears welling up in your eyes. He looks up, instantly stopping his ministrations, his concern written all over his expression. “Hey, hey.” He shushes you, peppering kisses all over your face. He’s not stroking you anymore, but his large hand is cupping your pussy, the heat of his hand encasing your special place. You’re practically throbbing against him, your cunt aching and hungry for his touch. He just has to get you to open up for him, to understand. “There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re supposed to get wet right here for me, you know that?”

You sniffle, unsure if he’s just placating you. “Really?”

“Really.” His smile is so gentle, his tone so soothing and reassuring. He’s back to grazing his knuckles across your cunt, enjoying the way the fabric keeps on getting damper. “It means your body is happy, and it lets me know that you love me as much as I love you.”

His other starts to tug at your waistband, dragging down your panties until he’s pulling them right off. His breath catches in his throat as he looks down and stares at your pussy for the first time. Your folds are glistening, your little clit peeking out at him, begging for him to suck on, to rub against.

“Cute.” He tells you, tracing a finger curiously against your slit, the tip of his index finger so close to entering your clenching, unbreached hole. “I’m going to make you feel really good now, okay, [Name]? Tell me, have you ever played with yourself down here?”

“Wha-?” You’re confused, appropriately so. The boys and girls were separated during sex education, but you remember your teacher drilling it into your heads that under no circumstances should a young girl ever touch herself. You had been confused at the time, confused as to why anyone would ever. You’ve been taught that only your husband should ever touch you right there. But Yukimiya loves you, and he’s going to be your husband, and now you’re starting to think you know why girls may want to touch themselves. You’ve felt this heat in between your thighs before, this mysterious hunger for something, but now you’re feeling it tenfold. You shake your head, too choked up to speak.

“No? Not even like this?” You don’t expect Kenyu to insert his finger. The intrusion is foreign, but not entirely unwelcome. Your walls instinctively clench around his digit, and he has to remind himself to breathe, to remain collected, to take things slow so you can enjoy yourself properly. “You’re clamping down on just one finger.” He breathes out, curling his finger, moving it against your walls. He brushes against a spongy spot inside of you, one that has you jerking up, a shocked, pleasured moan escaping from your parted lips. “That feel good?” He asks, before adding a second finger, both of them bumping against that same sweet spot.

Your legs feel like jelly, and you nod weakly. It does feel good. Too good. So overwhelmingly good that a foreign, euphoric sensation is taking over you. You can’t seem to control your body, and you can’t stop the flow of cute, pleasured mewls flowing from your mouth, and you manage to scream out a warning to Yuki. “S-something is—”

A clear stream of liquid spurts out of you, splashes onto him, soaks your cute comforter.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” Your walls are too sensitive now, but throughout the whole process, Yukimiya never stops thrusting his fingers in and out of your inexperienced cunt. His eyes are wide, but the gleam in them is sharp, hungry, calculating. “I didn’t even get a chance to mess with your cute little clit. You came just from penetration?” He finally removes his fingers, examining the way your juices are dripping off his digits. “You didn’t just cum, you squirted.”

You turn your head, trying to bury your face in a pillow so he can’t see the embarrassed and debauched expression on your face, but he takes his dry hand and forces you to continue looking up at him.

“That’s a good thing, sweetheart.” He coos, sucking at his fingers obscenely before releasing them from his mouth with a pop!. “It means you’re perfect and all ready for me.”

Kenyu knows that his cock is the first cock you’ve ever seen, and he’ll make damn certain that it’s the only one you’ll be seeing for the rest of your life. There’s no frame of reference for you to use, but you don’t think that men should be so big. When he frees his dick, making a show of squeezing tightly at the base and pumping it, showing off to you, you swallow hard.

He taps the head of his cock against your swollen, needy clit, teasing the both of you. He’s losing all sense of restraint, and even rubbing the underside of his cock against your glistening folds, trying to slick up his cock so it’ll be easier to glide into your soaked cunt, is enough to make him want to cum.

“I’m going to fuck you now, sweetheart.” His voice sounds strained, the gentle tone hanging on by a thread. “We’ll be making love for the first time. Aren’t you excited?”

You nod. Excited and nervous. His cock much larger than his fingers, and maybe he should have prepped you more, but you came so easily. He always knew you were perfect for him. Pleasure is so unknown to you, the tiniest taste of it is enough to take you out. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

He holds your hand and kisses you to distract you from the sting of his cock breaching your virgin cunt. You gasp into the kiss, pain registering in your mind first, but Yukimiya is quick to take your breath away, to swallow up any potential protests that might have come. He keeps on kissing you, his fingers intertwined with your own, and he’s pushing himself as deep as he can go. He only lets up from the kiss the second he’s buried to the hilt, and you greedily swallow up the oxygen you’ve been deprived of.

The feeling of a hard cock inside of you is foreign, but your body clings to his length. Unlike his fingers, with its dexterous ministrations that had you keening and squirting when he brushed them against a special spot, his cock fills you up, stuffs you full. Your cunt is greedily sucking him in, and when he whispers that he’s going to really start moving now, it’s not just one spot that he’s hitting.

You’re not sure what’s happening to your body, but it feels like Yukimiya is wringing out pleasure from you from every angle inside of you.

“Ah, fuck, you feel so good for me, sweetheart. Such a tight pussy, so wet, so warm.” The heat encasing his cock is nothing like he’s ever experienced before. The wet warmth of your pussy is so inviting, so intensely pleasurable, that Kenyu doesn’t think he’ll be able to last. Cumming so soon might be embarrassing, but it’s not. Not when it’s his sweet girl’s pussy that’s begging for his cum.

You wail out his name, your legs reflexively encircling around his waist, locking him in, keeping him close to you as you cum again. This orgasm is practically ripped out from you, your cunt way too sensitive, the repeated battering of his cock drilling into your hole too much for your inexperienced mind and body to handle.

“Kenyu, Kenyu, Kenyu!” When you say his name like that, it makes it hard for him to not immediately bust a load inside of you. Gone is the gentle expression from your boyfriend’s face; in its place is something feral, dark.

When he pulls out, he sees your white cream coating his cock. When he thrusts back in, he hears the lewd squelch of your wet, overstuffed pussy. It’s enough to drive a man insane with lust.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He grunts out, and your head struggles to remain straight, to not loll to the side and let yourself be used. You look up at him, but your eyes are glassy and your mind seems to be in a far away place, so far gone, so fucked out. “We’re going to get married soon. So it’s okay if I get you pregnant right now, right?” His bare cock fucking your virgin pussy raw. He’s going crazy. “I’m gonna fill you up, get you all nice and bred for me. Make you my wife, make you a mommy.”

The domestic daydream makes you tighten up around him, even though your body is too weak to cum again. That’s alright. He’ll just have to cum enough for the both of you.

“Hang onto me, sweetheart.” And you do. Your legs are still wrapped around him, but you weakly raise your arms, holding him close to you. He starts pounding at your pussy, his unrivaled speed and strength turning you into mush. You have to dig your nails into the muscled skin of his back, feeling like you’re on the edge of a cliff, about to crash.

“Fuck, I’m about to put a baby in you, love. My sweet girl, my sweet wife.” He kisses you, messy and sloppy, and he stills. The aggressive thrusts stop, and you realize why.

There’s a new heat entering inside of you; hot spurts of his cum are pouring into you, and he only moves his hips a bit to plug you up further, to make sure none of his seed can trickle out of you.

You’re about to lose consciousness, your brain fried from pleasure and exhaustion. All you do is weakly mumble out his name before the world goes black.

You think if this is what making love is, you love love.

“Holy shit, Yukki.” Isagi gapes at his shirtless teammate.

Yukimiya glances up, about to pull his jersey over his head. “What?”

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Hm?” He asks, before turning to try to examine his back. Across the pale muscles are thin, red scratches, fading slightly from the time it’s been etched onto his skin by your nails. He smiles serenely, his mild-mannered attitude ever present. “Oh, this? My fiancee likes me close to her at all times.”

#well helllooooo sailor #fic recs #literally loved this #✭.commonlaw

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