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keiho · 1 year

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— H.HJ | aphrodisiac

#tags — hwang hyunjin x fem!reader ; smut, e2l, mafia au, dark fic #contains — begging, edging, handjob, multiple orgasms, riding, praise, creampie, dacryphilia, bondage, whimpering hyun, sub!hj #warnings — some physical violence (slapping, two punches, minor cutting, choking), mentions of blood and brief mention of a needle, non-con (m rec), drugging (aphrodisiac), mindbreaking, toxic relationship themes near the end, kidnapping themes, not proofread, lowercase intended #words — 5.6k #thoughts — my first hard fic! and also my longest fic 🥸 i loved writing this so pls enjoy :3 i struggled with the end but i always do so who cares #thanks — thank u to my beta readers !! i had a few (they've asked to stay anonymous) and i really appreciate their help :)) thank u beloveds #sources — u/MythosVA's 'breaking him for information' is the audio source for this fic! i edited it a tiny bit but if you want a more immersive experience, listen while u read! (pls go support MythosVA on their platforms!) #note — this is my original work. @keiho may 2023. do NOT repost.

hyunjin's vision is blurry when he opens his eyes. he doesn't know where he is, and any attempts to figure it out are moot; the room is so dark he can't see more than maybe five feet in front of him. he moves to get up from the chair he's seated in to look around, but he can't — he's tied down. his wrists are tied behind the back of the chair and his ankles to the legs. another rope is tied around his waist, holding his back flush to the back of the wooden chair.

he huffs and groans as he tries to squirm out of his restraints. but as he moves, he realizes the knots are tied well. he's not going anywhere.

"was this your idea?" he speaks into the darkness, guessing based on stories he'd heard that someone's here with him. his voice breaks as the words pass his lips, his throat nearly burning as it's so dry. "this is your plan to get intel, isn't it?" he goes quiet as he tries again on his ropes, although it's futile. "whoever the fuck you are, you won't get anything out of me."

the silence that answers him makes his ears ring. without cause, his heart skips a beat before it picks up pace. someone's right in front of him. he can feel it; he just can't see them. doesn't know what kind of threat they pose. it makes his skin break into goosebumps.

he tries to ignore the strange feeling rising in his chest and looks down at the knots tied over his stomach, assuming the knots would be the same everywhere and looking for a weak point. he mutters a quiet 'fuck' under his breath when he feels stinging in his wrists; he's broken skin.

he pauses when he hears footsteps closing in. lifting his head, hyunjin sees you — whoever you are. he doesn't recognize you, which is odd considering he knows exactly why he's here.

he sighs. "finally. hi," he offers faux-politely, a sarcastic edge to his words.

you raise a brow and let out a small laugh. "hello."

"so," he starts, looking around the dark room. "what is this?"

"it's you, tied to a chair."

"i see that," he says. "let me guess, you're with lim?"

your lips curl into a small smile as you lean down a little closer to take a look at the mask adorning his face. it's an off-white color, angel wings engraved on the cheekbones of the skull shape.

"sure, you could say that."

"mmh, i see. well… you can tell your boss to go fuck himself." hyunjin huffs and shifts his shoulders back. "you will never get anything out of me. you hear me?"

"hmm… promise?" you ask. hyunjin hears an odd tone in your voice but chooses to ignore it.

he scoffs. "whatever you do, no worry, i can take that pain."

"oh, i'm sure of it," you say condescendingly, standing up straight to traipse around behind him. he can't see you now, and it makes him more nervous than it should.

"i've been down this road before," he says, almost too confidently. "might as well put a bullet in my brain now."

you chuckle. "i'm sure you'd like that, the easy way out." he feels you lean down close to his ear, and you let out a soft laugh. "pathetic how you're trying to take that route after you were so sure of yourself," you whisper.

hyunjin ignores your taunts.

"you think you can break me?" he asks, shaking his head. "mmh… i don't know about that." you walk back to stand in front of him as he talks, listening to his words carefully. "but it's funny that you would think that."

you lean down, your face right in front of his. your fingers dance along the edge of his mask, your eyes following the curve of the skull before you look into his eyes. when you tug gently on his face cover he takes a sharp breath through his teeth.

"getting a bit close, are we?" he asks, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.

you smile. it's almost too sweet for the situation you're in, and it's unsettling to hyunjin in more ways than one.

"you're lucky you know how to tie a knot," he whispers.

you straighten your back before delivering a sharp punch to his jaw. he lets out a grunt, and just an instant later he hears the clattering of plastic on the cement floor — his mask's band has broken. the only thing covering his face now is the ski mask he wears underneath.

another blow comes not long after the first and hyunjin lets out a groan before muttering fuck under his breath again.

you pull your knife from its holster on your hip and switch the blade free, the clicking making hyunjin's eyes turn immediately to meet yours. he lets out a strained laugh.

"yeah? what is it you're planning to do?" he breathes heavily as he looks up at you. "death by a thousand cuts?" he laughs. his brain feels fuzzy, the impact of your punches more than any hit had been in times passed.

"i promise you," you begin, placing a hand on each arm of his chair and leaning close to his face. "there's more where that came from."

he sucks in a breath, shaking his head doubtfully. "i don't know; kinda seems like you're making this up as you go."

you know he's just taunting you, and you let him. he's fighting for dominance he doesn't have in a battle he's already lost.

"do i need to repeat myself? you will get nothing out of me today."

"is that so?" you ask, tilting your head. he nods. you laugh, backing away from his chair as you put your knife away. "mmh, still…" you slip your finger underneath the fabric of his ski mask. "let's get this out of the way, shall we?" hyunjin's breath hitches in his throat at the feeling of your skin on his.

you pull the mask back agonizingly slowly, revealing his features one by one. once the mask slips off completely you throw it to the side, and it slides to a stop next to his skull mask.

"such a pretty face," you coo mockingly. "what a waste." the words pass your lips just before you raise your hand to wrap around his throat.

he doesn't try to hold back the sounds of his hindered breathing under your grip. he lets out a growl-like noise and a chuckle between gasps, doing his best to provoke you even when he's unable to breathe.

when your hand falls from his throat again he takes in a deep breath, groaning at the sharp pains in the sides of his neck. your fingers had dug in deeper than he thought, and he swears he feels blood trickling down his neck.

he lets out a whimper before he speaks.

"i swear to god, as soon as i'm out of these, you're gonna regret that."

you smirk, pulling your blade out again and taking a swipe at his cheek. now he's sure that there's blood, and he gasps as you cut him.

he chuckles and does his best to ignore how his cheek burns.

"you seem oddly confident," he states.

"i could say the same about you," you retort.

he laughs to himself. "and why's that?"

"i've broken hundreds before you."

"sounds like you're all bark no bite." hyunjin hates that you can see his face because he's sure his pupils are blown and his face is red. "you're just a scared amateur, a little gi—"

his words are cut off when you deliver a slap to the place you've just cut him. he lets out a gasp followed by a whimper, but he tries his best to stay quiet and takes in a deep, shaking breath.

you get close to his face again, gripping his jaw and looking him over. his skin is beginning to turn red in the shape of your hand, his skin broken in places you hadn't realized you'd hit him.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"examining," you say simply.

"examining what?" he scoffs, staring into your eyes as you look him over. your gaze falls to his neck and he realizes he can't see your other hand, but it's too late — a needle slides quickly into his skin, and a cold fluid rushes into his veins when you slide the plunger down its tube.

"…what did you just do?" he asks.

you ignore his question. "i'm asking, nicely; last chance. tell me where they are," you tease, still holding onto his jaw.

he hates the way you say it but he can't help it: "fuck. you."

you smile as you toss the needle into the dark abyss behind hyunjin's chair, listening to him ramble.

"like i told you. like i keep telling you — you'll get nothing, nothing from me. so no matter wh…" his voice trails off and his words slur. he tries to shake it off, starting over. "no matter w… wh-wha—" his vision begins to blur and he feels like the room is spinning. "n-no matter what you d…do," he forces out, "y-you…"

hyunjin lets out a whimper as he tries to look you in the eye, barely capable of controlling the way his eyes keep rolling back.

"wh-what… what d'you do?" he asks, his voice soft. his breathing shakes as he looks down at his lap, trying to ground himself — maybe he's just dizzy. but the aching in the side of his neck screams at him, and there's a voice in his head telling him to go, run, run far away. but he can't. even if he wasn't tied up, he wouldn't be able to go five feet without collapsing.

you stare down at him wordlessly, watching his gaze drift from place to place as it hits what you've done.

"wh…what did you just give me?" he slurs, letting out soft whimpers instead of regular breaths.

"hmm… truth serum." your lips curl into a barely-there smile, and he squints at you.

"th-that shit doesn't exist," he says. he whines at the pain, suddenly amplified infinitely by the drug coursing through his body. you let him question himself, softly muttering messy words under his breath as he tries to decipher the situation at hand.

"y-you won't get it out of me," he nearly mewls. "i won't tell you."

you grab his jaw gently and make him look at you.

"mm-mm," he whines weakly, shaking his head as his eyelids drift shut momentarily. "n-no—"

another slap to his face. he can't even try to hold in the cry of pain, but it gets cut off by your hand wrapping around his throat again.

"i-i won't," he forces out through his dizziness. you simply smile down at him, watching the way his eyes close and snap open repeatedly.

you pull your hand off of him, and he takes in ragged breaths.

"f-fu… f…" hyunjin can't even form the two words he's been throwing at you consistently since he'd woken up. he swallows thickly and looks up into your eyes, his pupils blown so much you can hardly see the color in his eye.

"where are they?" you ask softly.

"y-you want mm…me to tell you. but i-i'll, nev…never tell." he whimpers again. "y-you won't get anything out of me," he slurs, repeating the words over and over until he seems to fall into a momentary daze. his eyes skip over your face as he tries to ground himself again. "i won't t-tell you anyth…thing,"

more whimpers and failed attempts at speaking pass his lips. you take hold of his jaw again and make him look at you.

"just hope the side effects work how i want them to," you state, your voice gentle. he's so out of it that you need to talk down to him for him to understand anything coming out of your mouth.

"s-side effects?" panic rises in his chest. "wh…what side effects?"

"it's had a history of… causing a certain kind of reaction," you smirk, glancing down into his lap. he picks up on your implication and laughs weakly.

"s-so that's your plan? make a h-h…half-assed play, work up my l-lust and desire, thinking i'll tell y…you whatever you want? j-just because your little serum here has got me a l-little excited?"

you smile a little, nodding. "pretty much."

"n-no," he mutters. "n…no, no no no no no…" his voice trails off into silence as his words slur from his mouth. when he snaps back he glares into your eyes as best he can. "you underestimate m-me. you will not get anything… out of me."

"mmh, we'll see about that." you release his jaw and sink onto your knees, reaching for the buckle of his belt. you undo the clasp and unzip his jeans, noticing that he's already getting hard. when you pull his cock free of his boxers he whimpers, your skin warm on his. as he watches you tug his jeans off, his mind fills with a race of thoughts; he needs to leave, he needs to cum, he needs to get out.

"wh…what're you doing?" hyunjin asks quietly. "s-stop." you don't acknowledge his words, instead holding eye contact and slowly moving to jerk him off.

he bites his lip and throws his head back, letting his soft moans and whimpers out freely. every movement makes his cock throb, his head spinning with pleasure already.

"yeah? y-you think i'll break? y…you think so?" his face is red, burning at the sight of you touching him. it feels so good — every sensation is amplified tenfold with the drug swirling around in his brain, both pain and pleasure.

he moans under your touch, over and over, weaker and weaker each time. he lets out a quivering breath.

"come and f-fucking try it." he's trying so hard to be strong, and it's hardly working; he knows that. but he knows if he can resist, just keep his mouth shut… sooner or later you'll let him go. or kill him, whichever you decide fits your plan at the time.

you run your thumb over the tip of his cock and gather the bead of precum that's formed there, using it to lubricate the way you touch him. he lets out a cry of pleasure at the feeling of you touching his most sensitive parts, but he refuses to fold.

"n-nothing," he says, "nothing you do w…will ever make me. mm-mm," he hums, shaking his head weakly.

you move your hand faster, just a bit to drive him crazy. every whimper encourages you, pushing you deeper into this mindset you've fallen into. part of you isn't in it for the mission anymore; he just looks so pretty like this, barely coherent with his cock throbbing for you.

"so cute," you mutter. it's almost against your will the way it falls from your lips — ironic. he lets out a loud whine at your praise, closing his eyes tightly. you can see his core tightening as he tries to thrust into your hand, but his restraints won't let him.

he breathes heavily, shaking his head mindlessly as he refuses things you're not asking for.

"f…fuck, fuck. please—" he moans, doing his best to hold back the words pushing at his throat. "i-its gonna take much more than th-that."

"oh, i'm sure," you coo. every teasing word makes hyunjin's cock throb and he throws his head back, crying out at the sensations running through his body.

"mm-mm," he hums, letting out an empty-minded giggle. "n-no, mm-mm… g-god, fuck—" his voice breaks as he whines, swallowing hard. "f-fuck you, fuck… fuck you fuckyou fuckyou… f-fuck." every word makes him fall apart more and more, his voice cracking. his lower lip slides between his teeth as his eyes roll back.

you move your hand even faster, letting him whine and whimper.

"mm, f-fuck," he forces out, closing his eyes tightly. he shakes his head again; no, you can't win. you won't — he won't let you.

but he's falling apart under your touch, and he knows it. you somehow know exactly what to do to get him to break, pleasuring him beyond belief as his head spins.

"oh, g-god, please…"

"you love this, don't you," you ask softly. he tries to shake his head but his body won't let him, and he nods without hesitation.

"y-your h…hand, fuck— i'm gonna cum," he whispers. he wants to beg, plead; please, more. but he can't form coherent thoughts as an orgasm tightens in his abdomen.

you speed up your hand just enough to bring him to the edge of orgasm before you pull your hand away, watching as he twitches against his ropes. his cock throbs and precum leaks out of his cock, running down his shaft slowly. he takes in a sharp breath through his teeth at the loss of contact; he was so close that he can almost feel his cum built up in his cock, just needing a tiny bit of pressure to let him finish.

"y-you're fucking…" he lets out giggles that turn into cries, hurting so good, desperate for an orgasm. he can feel it slipping away from him, fading from a pending action to just a thought. his head falls back and his chest heaves harshly as he takes in deep breaths. "mm-mm," he hums. "no no no…" you run your thumb over the head of his cock softly, focusing on the spot that'd made him quiver earlier.

he cries out, tears forming in his eyes as he looks down at you. flustered laughs pass his lips as he tries to thrust up into your fist, part of him wants you to stop — he's so overstimulated that his mind is barely present anymore — and the other part wants you to keep going. it feels so good he thinks he's going crazy, fucked out, and dizzy.

"w-won't tell," he whimpers.

"i'll just keep edging you then," you say.

"n-no, please—" he interrupts himself with a loud moan as you move your hand up and down his cock again, less and less friction as his precum drips down his shaft to lubricate your movements. "f..fuck, fuck…" his voice turns from loud moans to soft, broken whimpers. they're high-pitched as he mixes in mutters of 'fuck' and 'please'.

you can tell he's about to cum again with the way he twitches and you stop again, pulling away and resting your hand on his thigh. he almost growls at the loss of sensation, and he looks up at the ceiling, a pained smile on his lips.

you rub soft circles into the skin through his jeans, and somehow the sensation is enough to make him whimper.

"y-you're the worst."

"is that so?" hyunjin's eyes widen when he sees you move your hand under your mouth, letting saliva roll off of your tongue into your palm. "what about if i give the opposite, hm?"

"n-no, wait, please—" you wrap your hand around his cock again, moving at a pace fast enough to bring him close but too slow to push him over the edge.

"doing so good for me," you whisper.

he nods eagerly, unable to meet your eyes as you touch him. you smile at the way he's crumbling; he's easier than you thought.

"n-no, please, please please please…" more moans, breaking through his pleads, showing that no matter how much he denies it, he's loving this. "f-fuck, p…please, more— faster, faster please," he whines, curling into himself as best he can.

"gonna cum, darling?"

he lets out a shaking breath, "y-yes, p…please, fuck." you do as he asks, speeding up your movements, and you watch as tears roll down his face. "please please please, fuck, d-don't stop."

he whimpers, pleading and begging under his breath.

"pretty boy," you say softly. he lets out a cry and throws his head back, nodding urgently.

"please please please, fuck— g…god i'm cumming," hyunjin's voice cracks as his cock twitches in your hand, his body quivering against his restraints. cum spurts out of his cock, messing up his shirt. the flow trickles to a stop and it runs down your hand, dripping onto his jeans.

but you don't let up. you keep jerking him off, and he whines.

"p-please, stop, stop stop…"

you tilt your head, faking a sympathetic look. "oh, but you wanted to cum so badly baby." he moans louder and louder with every movement, his cock still hard but so overstimulated it's making his head hurt. he continues to mutter stop under his breath, over and over, stumbling over his words.

"w…wait wait, please, fuck—" another moan, broken and shaky, before he growls under his breath. "f-fuck you," he whines, hardly able to force the words out as he cries from overstimulation.

he swears under his breath over and over, groaning and letting out nearly painful laughs of exasperation.

"i-i'm gonna cum," he cries. he twitches again just like before, gasping deeply. he lets out a string of profanities and whimpers in the same breath, feeling the air run out in his chest but forcing through the strain.

he coughs as he inhales again.

"cum for me."

it's just what he needs to push him over, and he quivers under his ropes as he cums again. his orgasm washes over him and his eyes roll back.

but again… you don't stop. he's so overstimulated that it hurts; pain, not pleasure. his head spins and he shakes his head, trying to pull away.

"stop, stop stop please, i-i'll tell you, please just stop—" he cries, his chin to his chest as he tries to get away from you. you slow your hand to a stop and pull it away, resting your hand again on his thigh.

your thumb rubs on his skin softly, more giving yourself a distraction from edging him than calming him. he does his best to catch his breath. he breathes nervously, looking at you with tear streaks on his face.

"bahng's plan," he forces out, "is to visit lim's mother, in the dead of night—"

a slap to his face. not as hard as you'd been before, but still enough to sting overwhelmingly under the effects of the drug. and again, your hand wraps around his throat, cutting off his oxygen. his head spins as he struggles.

he's lied to you, not that you're surprised.

when his shoulders start to shake, attempting to move away, you let him go.

he lets his head fall to his chest as he takes in deep breaths, exhaling them as laughs.

"told you it wasn't gonna be that fucking easy," hyunjin snaps. he feels victorious for some odd reason. you're not sure why; it's not like he's free. he's still tied up, entirely trapped at your disposal.

but you're not having it.

you wrap your hand softly around his cock, without moving.

he's confused, and he's not sure if he wants you to get off of him or to keep touching him.

you look up at him, a soft smile on your face, before you place your thumb against his frenulum.

"wh-what are you—" he cries out again when you rub against the tight tissue softly. shocks of pleasure rush through his chest, making him whine and quiver. you can tell how much he's enjoying it, despite his best efforts to hide it.

"you're gonna tell me."

"f-fuck, more, please—" he moans, broken whimpers falling from his lips.

"i'll get you to, one way or another." he shakes his head, desperately trying to get away.

"y-you can't, i don't wanna… no, n-no no no no no…" you work your fingers in the same pattern, over and over, driving him insane.

"come on," you encourage, "tell me, darling."

"th-there… there's a stash house," hyunjin whines. he can feel an orgasm building but he tries to push it down, forcing out the words so you'll let up. "s..stash house on 41st—" he pauses to moan, his voice breaking "—a-and young. it's where he… they keep all of th-their shit there."

he's not done. you can tell by the way his lips quiver, trying to form words. you speed up your movements and he moans loudly, his chest heaving as he takes in deep breaths.

"he plans o-on moving in on y…your boss." he needs to take a moment from talking, letting himself whine and shake as he tries to catch his breath. "on monday," he manages to say. "fuck, f…fuck, please, i'm s-so hard, please… m-more, please, i told you what you wanted to know, please—" you finally let up on his frenulum, instead moving to jerk him off again.

"mmh, good boy," you coo.

"n-no, stop, please—"

"shh," you say softly.

"please, it hurts," he whines, shaking. you smile softly at his pretty noises, watching him nod his head. "right there right there right there, please…"

you know what he means, and you move your other hand to rub on his sensitive spot. the combination of stimulation on his cock and his tip makes him moan so loud it's nearly a scream.

"please, anything you want, i'll do a-anything you want, please, i-i'll tell you, just please—" you don't stop, and he hates it; he wants to cum so desperately but you're doing just enough to edge him, and it's unfair. "i-i promise, i promise, please…" he's not just whimpering anymore; he's crying. he's never been so desperate before.

you pull your hands away from him and he shakes his head, whining. that's not the right solution; not what he wanted.

his cock rests against his stomach, pulsating. the fabric of his t-shirt is nearly enough to make him cum. he's sure that if he could just move his hips a little more, he could thrust against himself and cum.

"please, please, please…" he whimpers, his mind failing him; all he can do is beg now, broken beyond fixing.

you smile, standing up from the floor. you realize then that your knees are sore but you ignore it, placing your hand under his jaw. you make him look up at you.

tears slip down his face, his cheeks red, his lip swollen from how he'd been biting it.

"f-fuck… you're beautiful," hyunjin whispers. in the back of your mind, a tiny voice tells you that you've done it; he's broken. completely, utterly ruined. just for you. "you're… you're amazing, 'n' y-you're gorgeous, fuck— i-i'm sorry, s-sorry i-i should've told you f-from the beginning, should've t-told you when you asked, 'm sorry—"

you interrupt him, leaning close and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips; he returns the kiss needily. he pushes himself into you as much as he can, desperate for any contact. but when you pull away he notices that you're no longer wearing your jeans, instead only in your t-shirt.

he whimpers when you climb into his lap, your entrance hovering just over his cock. he tries to thrust up into you, his abs clenching visibly under his tight t-shirt.

"look at you," you tease, "such a needy little thing,"

he nods his head, his eyelids heavy. "n-need you," he whispers.

"yeah?"

he should've thought that through.

you lower yourself down onto his cock painfully slowly, and he cries out.

"w-wait, please, please—"

"shh, you're okay," you say softly. he shakes his head, resting his forehead against your chest. loud moans fall from his lips when you lift yourself slowly up before sinking back down.

"please, o-oh my god, y-yes, please," he mumbles.

"you're doing so good for me," you praise, lifting his face with your finger to look up at you. his eyes split open and you notice the tears beading in his eyes; he's about to break.

"f-feels so f…fucking good, don't stop, please—" his words turn into incoherent giggles mixed with whimpers as you ride him slowly, careful not to move too fast.

"don't cum until i say you can," you tell him. he pouts, continuing to whine and beg.

"please," he begs, tears rolling down his cheeks. his shoulders shake as he cries, edged so bad that it hurts. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, please… th-there's a safe house, i-i can tell you where… i-it's where they're hiding—" he has to pause to catch his breath, taking in a deep breath and letting out loud whines. "i-i'll tell you anything, just please, please keep going, please keep fucking going…"

you smirk, proud that he's given you more information. but at this point your mission meant nothing to you; all you wanted was him.

"good boy," you praise quietly. he nods desperately, wanting so badly to touch you, wrap his arms around you while you use him so you can't leave.

"p-please, i'm gonna cum, please, i-i'm sorry— i-i'll promise you anything, anything you want, anything. i'll tell you anything you want just please d-don't stop—" he interrupts himself with a loud moan.

"cum for me," you say. that's all he needs, and he's shaking again, quivering underneath you as you ride him. you can feel his cum pouring into you as you listen to him whimper and cry. before long he's shaking his head, looking up at you as more tears run down his face.

"s…stop, please, s-stop stop please, i'm fucking s-sensitive, please," he whines, continuing to whisper profanities under his breath. he can barely keep his eyes open, trying to hide from how good it feels but how painful it is.

but suddenly he's nodding, begging for you to keep going; he's about to cum again.

"f-fuck, fuck— i'm close, please, please don't stop please…" you lean to kiss his neck, biting at the skin hard enough that you're sure it'll bruise.

"you're taking it so well, darling," you whisper into his ear. before long, you're about to cum, and you start clenching around his cock as your orgasm approaches.

"w-wanna cum, please," hyunjin pleads.

"cum with me, angel," you order him. he nods quickly, throbbing inside of you. you bounce on his cock faster, trying to bring yourself to the edge faster to give him some pity. you've been tormenting him for hours now; he's been mostly obedient and deserves some reward.

"c-cum, please, pl—" you interrupt his words with a moan, throwing your head back as you slow your hips. the feeling of you cumming on his cock pushes him over the edge and he shakes almost violently underneath you, resting his head on your chest again as he cums inside of you.

he continues to tremble and whimper even after you stop moving. you let him relax on your chest, catching his breath. you run your fingers through his hair, trying to help him down from his almost constant chain of orgasms.

you move to lift yourself off of his cock and his head shoots up, tears in his eyes; those aren't from overstimulation.

"w-wait, please don't leave, don't leave me, please—"

"shh, relax darling. you're okay," you say quietly. "i'm right here."

that's when it truly hits you — he's yours now. he didn't care that you were the enemy; you'd broken him so well that you'd be it, forever.

you reach slowly behind him, your fingers grazing the rope holding his hands together. you can see his fingers twitching. it occurs to you that he hasn't touched you at all, and your heart aches just a bit for him. he's been so desperate for so long and he hasn't been able to touch you.

poor thing.

you gently untie the knot, careful not to rub against his already reddened wrists. the second his hands are free he wraps his arms around you, holding you as close to himself as he can.

"son't go, p-please," he whispers. you hug him close, kissing him softly at the crook of his neck.

"you did so good, baby." he hugs you tighter when you say this, sniffling into your shirt. "let me see your wrists," you say gently, pulling out of the hug.

he offers his hands to you and you take a closer look at him. his wrists are bright red, his skin broken enough in places that he's got scabs forming. his eyes flicker between his wrists and your face, watching you examine his condition.

"we'll need to take care of this," you say. his eyes widen at your words.

"y-you're not leaving me?"

you chew your lip in thought, knowing that there were only two options.

"you can either come back with me, and go through the process of proving you're not a roach, or…" you pause. you don't want to say it; it hurts your heart to even think about it.

"or what?" hyunjin asks, nervous about what you're going to say.

"you go back, and they… they probably kill you, for giving up intell."

his shoulders drop. it's not a hard choice; he knows that. he doesn't want to die now after he's found you — or rather, after you stole him. but he's scared to never go home, never see his friends again.

"i'll support you either way," you say, almost too quiet to hear. he knows you're lying; he can tell by the tone in your voice that you want him to stay, but it's his call.

"i wanna stay with you," he tells you. your lips curve into a smile and you lift your hands to cup his face softly, recalling the way you'd treated him hours ago when he'd first woken up. the cut on his cheek is scabbed over, but the blood that'd dripped from it was still on his face, dried and streaky from his tears.

"i promise i'll patch you up myself," you say, running your thumb softly over the cut. he winces; he's surely going to have bruising from your punches and a scar from the cut. as for the slaps… he still has your handprint glowing bright red on his cheek.

but he'll get over it; he belongs to you now.

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AFTER DARK / LEON KENNEDY

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cw: stepsister! reader, re4r cop leon, pseudo-incest, noncon, dubcon, soft somnophilia, sleep paralysis, fingering, unprotected p-in-v, cunnilingus, choking, slight breeding, super slight anal, dumbification, shower scene, virginity, dead dove do not eat / minors dni

a/n: reqqy by lovely @xoxostarlet <3 tysm!! hope it lives up to ur expectations teehee.. also first time writing some of the content pls show mercy ack.. leon's rlly delulu here n he thinks he knows the solulu (he doesn't). thx for reading!!

After what happened to your father, mother would always warn you about the dangers that lurked in the shadows after dark. It was an archaic but relevant truth that girls shouldn’t be out and about once the sun set, as wolves prowled the streets for any unsuspecting sheep they could sink their fangs into. Especially for blossoming young ladies, who shone the brightest in the night, like stars in a lonely sky. So you took it upon yourself to return home before dinner, when the sun still hung high in the sky and you could see your feet in front of you. While your college mates partied till the crack of dawn, you took pride in returning home for a warm meal with your mother before sunset.

However, your efforts were for naught. All because your mother never told you about the dangers in your own home after dark.

Your sleeping issues began when your mother remarried. Two strangers moved into your childhood home one day, turning it from a quiet home into a rowdier one. Your stepfather, whose name was always on the tip of your tongue, had a son older than you. Leon– a name befitting the pride he carried and his commanding presence. He served in the Raccoon City Police Department, and beneath his police cap was a head of dirty blonde hair and a pair of strikingly cold blue eyes, like he had seen it all. A man in his late twenties, he possessed a slow temper and a mild demeanour. Though he had a bit of a mouth on him, especially when he missed breakfast.

Another thing you learnt about your br- stepbrother, was that he was quite a background character. Slipped in and out of the house without so much of a peep and returned when it was way past midnight. It was no wonder he had eyebags, you thought, since he crawled into bed at one or two. The two of you barely exchanged greetings, but it was always you who reached out first with a demure ‘good morning’ or ‘good night’ when you bumped into him in the hallways. Even then he’d barely grunt in acknowledgement.

It must have been awkward for him to have a little sister at this age, you often pondered. The feeling was mutual; you had never felt this awkward in your own home before. Your new family members were more like legal housemates, dozens of signed papers changed little about the fact that none of you were related by blood. This fact left an unpleasant taste in your mouth. However, your worries turned out to be for naught as your stepfather was deeply enamoured with your mother to look your way. And for your stepbrother… It was clear that he was avoiding you at all costs.

Things started to look up after an awkward encounter in the kitchen. That day you camped inside, determined to get your work done. Along with a heap of textbooks and research papers, you had a plate of sandwiches on the table. Your eyes fell on your paper and you tapped it with your pencil. You found yourself wondering about your relationship with your new sibling. Mama would be happy if you got along with him, but even she was having a hard time getting him to open up.

You prodded at the tiny fonts on the papers. Leon was almost a decade older… and really attractive. Totally your type, if only you weren’t bound by the same family name. You held your head in your hands and groaned outwardly. Oh boy, you were sure to be punished for your sinful thoughts. Like it or not, you were a Kennedy now. And that meant no room for entertaining nonsensical daydreams.

“I’m home,” a voice called out. Speak of the devil. You looked up as he shuffled into the kitchen, a single gloved hand making quick work of loosening his tie. His sky blue uniform hugged his wide chest whilst his sleeves clung desperately to his broad shoulders. Meanwhile his slacks… let’s just say his imprint could tempt even the most modest of church goers. The golden badge pinned at his breast glinted in as he sauntered past you.

The cop took you in from his peripheral. You sat cross legged on a chair in an oversized shirt, the hem of the baggy tee draped over your mid thighs. He narrowed his eyes. Where were your shorts? But he brushed away that thought when you cleared your throat.

You held out a sandwich, eyes struggling to meet his. In this moment you resembled a petrified hamster. “Um, welcome home. Want one?”

When he kept his silence, you showed him the insides between the slices of bread. “It’s just ham and cheese. You’re not allergic, are you?”

The blonde stared at you incredulously. What was with the nauseating domesticity of the situation? Leon exhaled a breath. He had half the mind to leave but your hopeful eyes demanded a response. Why were you so desperate to talk to him? He already felt bad for ignoring you during your random encounters, but now that you gave him no choice…

He raised his brows. You should be feeling as awkward as he was, if not more. He was a complete stranger who started legally living next door with only a thin wall to separate the two of you at night. But he forced a half-smile as he took your peace offering.

“Thanks,” he took a bite while you watched attentively. He held your gaze for an entire second before you shyly lowered your head. Were you expecting a compliment or something? Maybe you were more interesting than he’d thought.

Amused, he walked out of the kitchen whilst you watched owlishly. His footsteps thudded up the stairs and you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You smiled to yourself, slumping in your seat. That went well. With your spirits boosted, you continued studying.

For your brother, he had a hard time coming to terms with his father’s remarriage. It had been years since the death of his mother, and he figured he’d more or less come to terms with her departure. As a child, he had long known his father would remarry, and now the time had finally come. However, now that he was an adult, he questioned his father’s decisions to remarry. Why now? He wished he knew. It would’ve been easier on Leon if his new siblings were little kids, in fact he expected it until he was faced with the reality of your existence.

You were pretty, really pretty and cute and all lovely things. Like an angelic cherub, a gift from the heavens that deserved nothing but love and joy. Unlike a brother like him, who often imagined what it’d be like to feel your lips against his. A brother that imagined what your touch felt, and if you’d be so kind to let him explore your body with wandering hands and an eager tongue.

He was sure to burn in the lake of fire for this. He acknowledged that but failed to curb his fantasies that he’d always circle back to whenever he caught a whiff of your shampoo in the hallways when you passed him. Or the lingering scent of your skincare in the bathroom when he returned home from work. And the faint humming he heard from his window in the mornings.

Maybe if he’d have a taste. Just once– maybe he could finally detach himself from you. Better yet, move out and you’d never have to see him again. (He never wanted to live with his old man and new family to begin with after all.) But he knew it was all a pipe dream; you’d never let him push his luck. Not when you were so clueless in his presence, wearing only oversized shirts and panties, as if he couldn’t catch a glimpse whenever you reached for a cup in the cupboards or when you pranced up the stairs. It was worrisome. Did you not see him as a man? Was he really just a brother figure to you? He was relieved but conflicted. If only you were much younger, then he wouldn't have to waste braincells foaming over this predicament.

A knock on his door yanked him out of his thoughts. He lifted his brows. There was only one person who bothered to knock in this household. The door creaked open to reveal you, standing at the doorway. In your hand was a plate with sandwiches piled onto one another, much like the one on the kitchen table. You scratched your ankle with a foot awkwardly.

“Erm,” you started. A sheepish grin settled on your face. “Peace offering?”

He managed a chuckle and prompted you into the room. You set the plate on the table as he patted your head fondly. You peered up at him with one eye as he mussed up your hair.

“There’s no beef between us, silly.” He smiled gently. You swallowed nervously and smiled back. Then you left as quickly as you came, a metaphorical tail between your legs as you hurriedly closed the door behind you.

Yup, he had to be mature. A mature older brother figure. He mused to himself as he sat on his bed, a sandwich in hand.

. . .

Overtime, your sleeping habits worsened. Despite your growing relationship with Leon, there was no improvement in your sleeping patterns. You still came home early and followed through with your usual bedtime routine. Nothing was amiss, but you still struggled to sleep properly.

Perhaps it had to do with how you constantly awoke at the sound of Leon’s boots thudding on the stairs. At the creaking of his door and the hushed volume he spoke in when he bumped into your parents in the hallway. Your heart always thumped at the thought of the blonde being one wall away from you. Months had passed and it was still awkward. A man was on the other side of a single wall. So you took matters into your own hands.

“Sleeping pills? What for?” Your mother peered at you curiously. Everyone, including your step family, sat in the living room watching the telly. Remote in hand, she was searching for a show when she stopped on a psychologist’s podcast.

Something about incestual relationships and how it was connected to trauma. Something something a cycle of brokenness. She switched it to a sports commentary instead.

“Um, recent stuff has disrupted my sleep a little.” It wasn’t a little and it wasn’t that recent, but you weren’t exactly lying. “I’ve tried candles and white noise, but it doesn’t help. So I was wondering if you could get me some.”

Your mother worked at a pharmacy, so it should have been easy enough. She scratched the bottom of her chin and scrunched her brows thoughtfully. Uh oh. You sighed knowingly as she shook her head.

“Pills should be a last resort. Try meditation, maybe.”

She returned her attention to the screen, and you shook your head in disappointment. As you begrudgingly scaled up the stairs, you were stopped by your step brother. He stood at the base of the stairs as he called out to you.

“Hey. I overheard about your sleeping problems. I have some extra pills I can share if you’d like.” He leaned against the railing, arms crossed.

His eyes were focused on yours, but when you hopped down the stairs, they shifted to the bouncing of your chest. You smiled as you stood at eye level with him, unknowing of this as you placed your arms behind your back.

“Really? That’ll be great help,” your relief was palpable in your tone. But then you raised a single eyebrow, “Um- but you’re not gonna tell mom, are you?”

He chuckled, “No way. It’s our little secret.”

You giggled and followed him into his room, where he passed you a little bottle, half full of pills. What you didn’t know was just how strong they were.

You clutched your comforter in your hand and swallowed nervously. The eye bags around your eyes had gotten worse lately, but not to worry. You glanced at the bottle on your bedside table. With these, everything would be fine. Right? Besides, it was comforting to know that somebody cared enough to help. And now your step brother was in on the secret with you.

As your lashes fluttered close, your bedroom door creaked open painfully slow. A pair of blue eyes watched you curiously as your consciousness faded.

Leon knew he was the worst. Knew he shouldn’t be here in his little sister’s room, shouldn’t be kneeling over her body, arms caging her unconscious body on either side. The mattress dipped further into the bedframe no thanks to his added weight. Under other circumstances, you would have awoken from the gentle bouncing if you weren’t so deep in sleep.

The tips of his silky blonde hair brushed against your cheeks as he hovered over your lips. Your chest rose slowly as you exhaled through slightly parted lips, tickling his face as he pressed a thumb on your bottom lip to part them further. You exhaled softly. Pretty. So soft and pink. His padded thumb stroked your lips as his mind wandered.

How oblivious could you be in your sleep? How much could he push?

As he ruminated over his options, you shifted in your sleep with a low groan. You murmured incoherently with a grip on your comforter. With a huff, you tried to pull it over your chest. When it refused to budge– thanks to the weight of his body– you groaned and pulled harder. As quietly as possible, he hopped off your bed and you yanked the comforter over you. A contented sigh of relief followed as you snuggled under the weight of your comforter.

Guilt sizzled his flesh and his face was hot with shame. What did he just try to pull? As a law abiding citizen and police officer, he shouldn’t be–

“...eon.” He stiffened at your sleep talk. His blue eyes shifted to your curled up form. Your face was mushed against your pillow, face scrunched up.

“Not there… Stop… Mmf,” you groaned as you buried your face deeper into your pillow. A steady snore ensued, and he almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of what he had just witnessed.

So it wasn’t just him. He was glad to know you shared the same sentiments as him. Be it small or large, a little shared sentiment was all he needed. Now he could dispose of the guilt eating him away for the past months. He slipped out of your room quietly, closing the door behind him as softly as when he entered.

The pills helped you get much needed sleep. In fact, you felt better than usual. You could focus better in class, your feet carried you further than usual, and besides the strange aching and marks on your body parts from time to time, you were feeling better than ever. You had to thank your step brother for it. Despite his presence being the reason for your sleep depravity, the pills he gave you worked wonders. Soon you would run out, and that meant you'd have to ask him for more. You considered taking some tonight, but you had a long day at school and the exhaustion led you to crawl into bed without reaching for the familiar bottle on your bedside.

Things were going swimmingly with your new family. And sure, even though you were still coming to terms with the eye candy on the other side of the wall– and how you had to calm your heart when you stood in the same room– everything was just peachy. Your lashes fluttered close as a smile settled on your face. Your heart was full, and there was nothing you could wish for to be happier.

Creaking floorboards prompted you to crack open your eyes. Your vision swirled in the darkness and you saw a silhouette of a man. Broad shoulders, big arms… Wait, was that Leon? You tried to speak, but your body was paralysed with exhaustion. Something about how he was steadily approaching you was odd. And wait– why was he in your room? What time was it even?

It was night, you knew that from the moonlight’s hues that your room was bathed in. But how long did you sleep? It felt like you had only closed your eyes for a mere second. Your step brother stopped at the foot of your bed, and through your hazy vision, you stared at him.

The cop’s pupils dilated in the darkness, enough to see your unmoving form on bed. But he failed to notice your half lidded gaze. He sat on the edge of your bed, facing you as he stared. Stared at you for a long, quiet minute. There were no words to describe the awkward tension hanging in the air, a thick cloud that threatened to suffocate you as you inhaled shallowly.

He got up and you managed a quiet exhale. He was going to leave you in peace. That’s what you thought, but when he sidled up closer as your comforter crumpled under him, you held your breath. Now you really had to play dead, hoping that he’d leave the moment he made sure you were really asleep. Just like when in the face of a bear, except unlike one, he was intent to follow through with his plans.

The cop’s hand traced over the outline of your figure, snaking down from your shoulder to the dip in your side, and eventually resting atop of your hip. You prayed that he would neither feel your body trembling nor hear the shaky breaths racking your frame. His hand pulled over the comforter, and cold air swept across your body. A thin sheen of sweat had formed on the back of your neck, and the pillow felt wet under your head.

Your body remained unresponsive as his deft fingers traced the swell of your chest through your tee. A whimper threatened to escape your throat as he stroked the soft curves of your breasts. His thumb found your nipple and he stroked it languidly. He chuckled softly, almost fondly, as it hardened from his ministrations. The lump in your throat grew with each second as he fiddled with your body.

Strangely enough you felt nothing. No fear or anger for him. Your mind was blank, struggling to process the implications of his actions. However your body was honest, and your nipple hardened painfully from each flick and twist he teased it with.

Then you could finally move. But as if you were possessed, your body twitched and one leg kicked out by reflex. It nailed him in the side, and he cursed quietly at your outburst. He stared expectantly, waiting for you to scream for help. But no sound escaped you, and you remained motionless in bed once again. He chalked it up to you freaking out in a dream, and he retreated after carefully covering you with your comforter. You watched with fully lidded eyes as he closed the door behind him. When it shut, you inhaled a painful gulp of air.

. . .

You couldn’t sleep properly again after that night. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots and figure out the blonde was probably paying you visits after dark, which perfectly explained the uncharacteristic body aches and marks you’d find the next day. The fear of your brother entering your room again and staring at you in the dark compelled you to flush the remaining pills down the toilet. He caught you tossing the bottle away and when confronted about it, you forced out a lie. Lying was always a last resort because it made you feel filthy. And now your childhood home– your safe place– was tainted too.

Mother deserved to know the truth about her husband’s son. But she was happy with her new family, especially pleased that things were going well between her two children. You lacked the heart to break the news to her. She was finally happy after grieving over her loss. So you ran away from home, leaving behind everything except your school materials and some clothes. With a note for your mom, you left your family behind.

A silly note that was detached from reality. Something about how you wanted to chase your dreams like everybody else. That you were sorry for abandoning her. Pitiful lies, but you hoped your mother cared enough to let you do as you wished. And she did despite her concerns.

An entire month passed in a flash. Bunking in with a friend of yours, you took on a part time job to sustain you. Life was easier when you weren’t juggling work, school and the fear of being found by your family. You had everyone blocked on your phone the moment you ran away, and you managed to evade the police car waiting outside campus everyday. Until one unfortunate night.

Working at a bar meant two things. One: you reeked of deathly concoctions from booze. The smell emanating from you was enough to knock out even the hardiest of drinkers. And two: travelling alone after dark. You still held your mother’s words close to your heart, but if it weren’t for your cursed step brother you wouldn’t have to traverse dark streets in the quiet of night. Your friend’s neighbourhood was far from the bus stop on the main road, so you had to grope in the dark for at least ten minutes before reaching their place. If only you had a bike, or something. A worthy investment you could use right now.

Tires screeched behind you and you whipped around to see a car rapidly approaching. A pair of lights blinded you and you shielded your eyes with your arms before the car halted to a stop. The heavy slam of a door encouraged you to pry your eyes open, vision twinkling with coloured orbs as you tried to focus on the approaching figure.

“I’ve been looking all over for you–” your blood curdled at the sound of a low voice. The sound of your step brother’s voice. “–I was worried sick.”

It felt like cotton was shoved down your throat and you swallowed painfully. When your vision cleared, you made out a man in a familiar blue uniform. Blonde hair and a pair of piercingly cold blue eyes. It was certainly Leon– and your bottom lip trembled.

Your brother’s eyes were wide like yours, but while anger blazed in his eyes, yours were wide with fear and anticipation. It was clear you were going to go home. With your stepbrother. The thought lit your body with a feverish heat, and you willed your feet to move– to run and escape even if it was futile. But your feet disobeyed and you stood frozen like a stone statue. The man stood sickeningly close, hands clutching either side of your arms.

He was in your face, warm breath fanning your sweat drenched face. His thick brows knitted as he frowned. “Why’d you run away? Mom may have bought your story, but I didn’t.”

So he wanted to know the truth? You maintained your silence with pursed lips. With your face illuminated by the light from his police car, he scrutinised your features. You looked like hell, with deeply set eyebags and a sickly complexion. Goodness, what has happened to you the past month? And why did you look so frightened of him? The blonde wasn’t stupid, he could piece things faster than most. He had long suspected you found him out, that you somehow knew about his nightly visits, or maybe he was right about your suspicions and you were awake that night.

But he had to hear it from you yourself. Why? Because he never succeeded in throwing away that guilt he claimed he would. It had festered like a flesh wound, and his innocent memories with you served as maggots that ate him away as he fought against his carnal desires and his growing affection for you. He knew it was all his fault– he started this mess and maybe your open disapproval would finally put an end to his twisted desires.

So he needed you to tell him off. To scream and shout, let it all out in his face. Leon was selfish, he wanted you to get mad at him. He clenched his jaw and shook you. The force rattled your entire figure and you bit back a sob. He practically repelled back, like oil on water, the moment fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

You buried your face in your hands and he watched in horror. An uncomfortable itch ran down his side– he didn’t know what to do. Endlessly bawling on the streets would not resolve anything. So he yanked you into the passenger seat of the car and drove off.

He parked the car on the side of a quiet road, hands on the steering wheel as he gazed at you from his peripheral. The engine was on, a quiet whirr as the aircon nipped at your tear stained face. You shook like a newborn fawn, and you hung your head and faced your body towards the door. He couldn’t read your facial expression, but it was clear that you wanted out. If only the doors weren’t locked, huh?

Leon drummed his fingers on the wheel. A rhythmic beat that led to nowhere, a consistent tempo that was interrupted by a sneeze or so from you. He planned to bring you home, but maybe the next day, when you were in a better state. So he drove and drove until he found a roadside motel in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for the two of you to work things out. He ordered you to wait in the car as he filled out the paperwork, and after securing a room, he escorted you into your lodging for the night.

Besides practically manhandling you into the place, he was gentle as he stripped you of your clothes. You let him because your head was too muddled with exhaustion to retaliate. Even when his eyes hovered over your naked body, you paid no mind to it. The two of you stood in the shower, underneath a steady stream of warm water. The blonde’s arms wrapped around your waist, face buried in the space between your neck and the curve of your collarbone. He pressed a tender kiss onto your skin, and he gently tilted your head for more excess. Leon’s canines dragged across your flushed skin in an open mouthed kiss, his hand snaked down your navel and-

You snapped out of your daze and pushed him off you. Your feet splashed water onto the walls as your back hit the corner of the shower. Hair was matted against your face as your chest heaved. Vapour swirled in the small cubicle, twirling around the both of you as water pattered onto the bathroom tiles. With your arms wrapped around your body, you squeezed yourself into the corner– hoping to disappear.

You remembered who you were, where you were, and who it was that stood across you. The reason why you had trouble sleeping, and the reason why you ran away from home. Like a kicked puppy, you stared wearily at your nightmare incarnate. Your step brother, who you should be in neither a shower nor motel with. Far from home and far from anyone who would save you.

“You’re scared-” he whispered the obvious. You flinched as he took a step forward. There was a curious brokenness in his tone, like he was hurting as much as you were. “I get it, really. But there’s something you should know.”

His slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, a bruising grip as he forcefully placed your hand onto his muscular chest. An irregular rhythm thumped behind its confines, pulsing against your soaked fingertips. You met his eyes, which carried an uncharacteristic warmth behind them.

“I’m scared too.”

Leon wasn’t lying, he was truly afraid. Afraid that you would run away again and leave him behind. It took him an entire month to finally find you, he risked his job stationing his department’s car on campus everyday just for you. His job meant little to him compared to you, whom he’d grown to desperately care for. Even with his twisted desires, he didn’t want you to be afraid of him. Not like this, at least.

He closed the distance slowly, and you shut your eyes as a pair of lips slotted againsts yours. His lips glided against yours, lubricated from the stream descending upon you two. His hand found purchase on your waist and he pulled you closer, and you shivered– despite the nauseating warmth in the shower– when he ghosted his fingers on the small of your back. Your legs wobbled, weak from his melting kisses and searing touch, and you placed your hands on his chest for stability.

The fight in your body sizzled away, conjoining with the droplets that cascaded down the tips of your hair to fall onto the tiles. They slithered into the drain, never to return. Your lips swelled with anticipation as he smothered you with kiss after kiss, and your cheeks tingled with warmth from the lack of air when your tongues danced in an unruly tango. He was taking your breath away, and your fingers dug into his chest, nails branding red crescents into the flesh of his pecs.

When you broke away for air, strings of saliva hung from your lips to his. His gaze mirrored yours; pupils dilated and clouded with need. His hand dipped south, padded fingers dragging down your navel again when you clutched his wrist. He knitted his brows, confused.

“We shouldn’t do this…” you rasped, uncertainty laced in your voice. “We’re siblings.”

With a weak push, you tried to push his hand away. But he snatched your wrists and pinned them above your head as you gasped. In your tunnel vision, all you could see was the lopsided smirk on his handsome face.

“Siblings?” You jumped when he spread your folds with his digits. His thumb found your clit and he prodded at it with a blunt nail. “We may be siblings on paper, but we both know that we share no blood.”

Leon was right, in reality you were just a woman and he was a man. Strangers who shared nothing but a legal last name. A digit pressed against your tight entrance, and he watched you with a hooded gaze as he slowly slid it in. Your lips parted in a shaky exhale, lashes fluttering and brows knitted. The stretch was intruding, and he had only the first segment of his finger in when you whimpered painfully. He massaged your pearl with his thumb and shushed you with his lips. He soothed the bundle of your nerves in a circular motion as he pushed his finger further into you. Your entire body trembled when he added another finger.

You were falling apart before him, and he was enjoying every second of it. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip as he watched your expression contort whilst he scissored and fondled your insides with his digits. Your knees were bowed, thighs trembling like a newborn lamb. You bit your lip to quieten your moans. Leon knew how to use his fingers better than you did, and the loud squelching of your wetness was proof of his expertise.

A familiar ache throbbed in you, and you squirmed against his hold while arching your back. Your stepbrother chuckled lowly, hints of pearly white showing as he smiled.

“See? Even if we were actually siblings, your body would still beg for me to make you cum. Just like this.”

His thumb applied just the right amount of pressure onto your clit and you squealed with pleasure. Your thighs pressed together, squeezing the hand between them as your walls fluttered around him. The man released your wrists so that you could cling onto him as you came hard, face buried in his chest as your body jolted against his. When you calmed down, he retrieved his fingers, eliciting a whine from the new emptiness.. He showed you his hand, where an embarrassing amount of cum dribbled down his fingers and knuckles.

“Say ‘ahh’,” he ordered, fingers hovering above your lips. You could smell it before you tasted it; a salty scent clung to your translucent fluid dripping down his appendages. Lips parted, you took his fingers in and suckled on them. With your eyes fixated on him, you blushed from his hum of approval.

“Good girl. C’mon,” he withdrew his fingers and you stared blankly. “Turn around and spread that ass for me.”

You did as you were told, leaning forward and placing a hand on the wall. With condensation smushed against that palm, you used your other hand to hold one cheek to spread yourself open. He swallowed thickly as he pumped himself weakly. His length stood at full height, curving upwards with all his veins popping angrily. His balls throbbed from the sight. You knew how to rile him up without even trying.

Leon’s fingers rested on your puckered hole, making you shiver. You cast him a glance over your shoulder, a begging look– did you not want it there? Shame, maybe next time. You audibly sighed when he lined himself up against your sticky slit, and you placed both hands on the wall to steady yourself, standing on tippy toes as he slowly sheathed himself into you. He drove himself into you slowly, and you unconsciously bent your knees as you were pushed forward.

A low moan filled the bathroom whilst Leon hissed as he clutched your waist. Something trickled down his length and gathered at his base. Something red. A small blob fell and landed on the wet floor before being swept away. He raised his brows.

“Fuck- I’m your first?” He laughed in disbelief as the thin streak of blood split into two. Another droplet fell and you looked down at the tiles too, head still cottony to process anything.

“Don’t worry,” he took your arms and pulled them back. As the blonde forcefully arched your back, he leaned in and smirked against your ear. “Your step bro will show you the ropes in pleasing a man.”

Leon thrusted into you and you gasped from the fullness. Your belly swelled from the depth of his intrusion, and you whimpered as he pounded into you at a steady yet unforgiving pace. His pelvis smashed against your plush rear, and you moaned from the incessant slapping of his balls against your puffy lips. Your eyes were almost lidded, a string of drool snaked down your chin as your insides stroked his dick with a vice grip.

You couldn’t think of anything but the intoxicating fullness within you. Feeling it all was overwhelming; the ridges of his cock, his throbbing veins as they rubbed against your gumminess, and the hot tip of his cock as it kissed your cervix. Your eyes rolled back when he jammed into a particular spot. This was surely heaven– and you mewled against his hold, upper body squirming.

The blonde clenched his jaw, eyes hyper fixated on the pretty jiggle of your ass. He was so close, just a bit more and he’d pour everything out into you. You milked him better than any woman did, and the urge to empty all his worth into you clouded his head despite the blaring of sirens in his cotton filled head. With a grunt, he wrapped his arm around your neck in a chokehold, pulling you back towards him. His chest was flushed against your back as you arched deliciously, the bottom of your spine throbbed in protest as he snapped his hips harder. Gurgled moans were choked out from you as he pistoned into you with the reckless desire to breed.

“‘M gunna cum. Hff- Say you need it. Tell me you want it..!” He babbled as his forearm contracted, tightening his hold on your delicate neck. You feebly clawed at it, broken noises fell from your lips whilst your lips faded from pink blue. When he finally came, he pressed his pelvis flushed against your ass as you leaned into the bathroom wall.

He slathered you with thick ropes of cum, and you whimpered at the strange warmth flooding you. When he pulled out, his cock hung limply between his legs as a streak of white oozed out of you. A bead of cum oozed on his tip, and you weakly clutched the wall with shivering hands.

Your laboured breaths were muted noises in the presence of the incessant hissing of the shower. He turned the damn thing off and after toweling the both of you dry, he led you to bed. Goosebumps crawled along your skin from the cold air, but the warmth from his body pressing you into the mattress comforted you. His arms caged you in on either side while your hands wandered along his muscular chest. Scars littered across body, and each time your fingers traced them, he’d flinch. Your nails ghosted over an aged bullet wound when he pulled away from your face. More strings bridged your lips together.

“So pretty,” he muttered. He nuzzled his face into your chest, voice rumbling against your skin. “All mine.”

“Yeah,” you carded your fingers through his damp hair. Your lashes fluttered sleepily, the strange warmth within you growing as you smiled.

“All yours.”

(BONUS)

“I’m so glad Leon found you.” Mom’s voice echoed in the motel room. It was a voicemail, and if it were a live call, you wouldn’t have your trembling legs over your step brother's broad shoulders. Well, you wouldn’t but he would.

“I was worried sick, my dear. When you return today, I’ll have your favourite meal waiting on the table. Like before-”

You bit the back of your hand, hard enough to draw blood as your toes curled. Your other hand was in the sea of his tousled blonde tresses, fingers gripping his locks as you ground yourself against his face. The tip of his nose bumped against your swollen clit, eliciting a muffled whine.

“Leon,” you panted against your hand, lashes fluttering. “Stop teasing and just put it in already!”

Your thighs squeezed his head together, and he clamped his hands on them to pry your legs further open. The blonde buried his tongue deeper into your weeping cunt, languidly swirling his and your essence together into one. A cry rang in the motel room as your mother’s voice was overlaid by the static buzzing in your ears and his voice.

“Patience is a virtue. Didn’t your mom teach you that?” He chuckled as your thighs twitched in his grasp. He licked a teasing stripe against your slit.

“Don’t bring mom into this,” you frowned, but another lick elicited another squeal. The familiar haze in your head was waiting to consume you, and you let yourself fall victim to it as you gripped his hair again.

When he pulled away, you whimpered pathetically and gazed at him through heavy lashes. Your eyes were clouded with need, and he stroked your cheek with his knuckles with an amused chuckle. He kissed you– and you tasted your stickiness while soothing his swollen lips with your tongue.

“-Anyway, I’ll see you later. I’m so happy you’re finally coming home. See you tonight!” The voice call ended with a beep and you breathed a huge sigh of relief. Your eyes fluttered close, when the mattress dipped as he pushed you onto your back. You opened them blearily to meet his blue eyes, where desire and passion swirled deeply.

“Feeling sleepy? Don’t fall asleep on me now… Cause your step bro is gonna take good care of you.”

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