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goddang-ken · 3 years

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+I just wanna be the one you love+

A random ass indulgent story based off the discord convo about giorno with a mean older sister

|Warnings: unwanted foot job ha, unrequited feelings, incest, mean older sister |

Nee-San always tells him to stay out of her room while she goes out, but his curiosity gets the best of him, and he decides to enter the room anyways.

He snoops around her room rooting through your closet and dressers and his eyes catch the thrown clothes across your bed as he walks closer to investigate the items Picking up random pieces here and there and his Conscience gets the best of him. Brining up the stray piece of clothing closer to his nose, he takes in a deep breath before exhaling and inhaling again. The scent is so familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time, only getting faint whiffs of the perfume when you storm pass him. A wave of longing and desperation is washing over him And he starts stripping his clothing off one by one

He grips your nightgown close to his chest, cherishing the feel of the fabric against his bare skin before slipping it over his head and down his chest. A faint blush rides from his chest as he smooths his hands down his body, the thought of knowing the very same fabric was against your bare skin too makes him shiver in delight.

Unbeknownst to him, you’ve come home early angered at the sight of your door cracked open knowing well that your younger brother had disobeyed your orders Slamming the door open, your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight of him wearing your clothing. He flinches at the sight of you and his stomach drops as a look of desperation flashes across his face. Shaking fingers clumsily grip the edge of the dress, he tries to get the offending garment of his body. His body is flushed hot with embarrassment as he tries to pull the dress over his head, but he feels your fingers forced the fabric back down. He stares at you, shocked that you stopped him. A wave of nausea plagued him as he tries to think about how you’re going to punish him for not only sneaking into your room when you specifically told him not to, but also catching him wearing your clothes like some kind of pervert.

Cold hands harshly grip his shoulders before he’s slams into the ground, flinching at the rough impact. His eyes following your figure as you pace back and forth. A deep look of concentration is on your face, he locks eyes with you for a second before you scoff and watches as you nod your head side-to-side. He’s soon staring at your retreating back as you make your way to your dresser, shifting through the items displayed before your fingers stop, griping a small golden cylinder. A wicked smirk is played out against your lips as you walk closer to him, keeping all eye contact as you squat down in-front of his trembling figure. He’s always been pretty even for male standards, you muse, Chuckling softly as he flinches at the slight your raised hand, instantly turning his head to the side and raising his shoulders up. He closes his eyes tightly, bracing for the sting of a slap against his cheek, but instead he feels your fingers dig into the fat of his cheeks as you yank him back toward you.

A look of puzzlement crosses his face as he eyes the golden Capsule you hold up to his lips, eyes widening into panic when he sees the vermilion head poking out, smoothly gliding across his bottom lip before he jerks his head away smearing the paste across his lips and onto his cheek. His hand shoots up, gripping your wrist as he tries to shove the offending appendage away. Anger flooded his veins as he tries to stand,, but resistance is futile when he feels the sting of your slap against him. Forcing him back down, you continue your task, ignoring his pointless squirming underneath you and the feel of his nails digging into your skin as he tries to dodge the head of the lipstick.

You stand proudly taking in the sight of your ruined and embarrassed brother, his stare is venomous even with glossy eyes teeming with tears threatening to overflow. He tries to push himself off the ground, thinking your torment him of over, but the harsh feel of the heel of your foot against his chest has him gasping for breath as he lays spread out against of the floor. The mocking tone of your voice catches his ear, “if you don’t want to wear lipstick maybe you shouldn’t look like a girl”.

He feels your toes lift the dress off his groin as he instinctively closes his legs, swatting at your foot. Ridicule is heavy in your voice when you ask if he got hard while putting makeup on him. Lifting his face up toward you outrage is all but clear on his face, A huff escapes his lips as careless anger has him spreading his legs once more proudly showing off that he did in fact, not have an erection.

Your lips split into a wicked grin as you tug his legs out from underneath him, hooking them into your arms as you place your foot back onto his groin. A harsh blush is flushed across his face as he tries to yank your fingers off from the meat of his thighs, squirming as he feels the heel of your foot rub against him. Eye eyes widened in a panic, dread begins to fill his body when he feels himself getting harder with each push you have against him. He hears you hum before you open your mouth. “I thought you said you weren’t hard?”

The taunt has his clenching his eyes shut, and his eyebrows pulled down as he swallows harshly. He can’t deny the immense pleasure he’s getting but the aggravated thought that you’re forcing this on him has him whimpering into a closed fist, unknowing raising his hips to meet the up-and-down moment of your foot.

Desperation is clear when he tilts his head back slightly, catching your eyes when he looks down from his nose, letting his mouth hang loose open before closing several times. He releases his iron grip on your legs shyly trailing his fingers over his chest, hesitantly brushing against his pebbled nipples Red in the face, he reluctantly spread his legs even more, giving you access to the head of his dick. The feel of pressing against his sensitive weeping head has him jerking against you, raising his hips faster to meet your thrusts. He curls in on himself, hands flying back to his nipples pinching them as he cums. His hearing turns into a muffled ring muting his senses and a whine escapes his lips when he forces them shut.

You quickly let go of his trembling legs, he falls back to the ground staring up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath. His face is blank, drunk off the feeling of your love he’s always longed for. He turns his head, eyeing you with so much love as you walk to his side.

Huh?

The angry look on your face has sent his high crashing quickly. He frowns slightly watching your lips move, he hasn’t gotten his hearing back quite yet.

His blank, fucked out expression has you feeling much more annoyed than expected. Angered, you rear your foot back, and slam it into his side sending him scrambling away from you. Yelping, Tears soak his eyes as he gazes up at you in shock. You jaw tightens grinding your teeth you're ordering him to take off your clothes and get to out. The request has him scooting back further in shock. His brows lowered before pulling together as his mouth draws downward. The dark thought crosses his mind that this interaction must’ve been some kind of cruel prank you and your friends decided to pull on him has him ripping the dress off his body moving frantically as if it was burning him, angered and embarrassed, he throws the nightgown down. Standing and roughly pushing pass you he hurriedly grabs his discarded clothes furiously slamming your door shut. His angry stomps echo throughout the empty hallways before hearing the door to his room slam shut.

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