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Sakura is in Umemiya’s bed. He’s sleeping, chest raising gently up and down with each slow breath. Umemiya’s window is cracked, a ray of light engulfing the sleeping boy in a warm, beautiful halo. Umemiya feels like he won the lottery. He figures it’s about time he stops pretending to read textbook pages and get to what he really invited Sakura over for. He didn’t plan for Sakura to fall asleep, he just got lucky. He’s got extra time now to really appreciate his pretty little kouhai before dropping the bomb. The pervert bomb.
Slowly, he crawls on the bed over Sakura, one knee at a time. Larger frame eclipsing the window light, forming a shadow over the unassuming body beneath him. His hands smooth their way up clothed calves, over lax thighs and slip under the oversized tee Sakura had borrowed from him after his shower. Fuck. Umemiya would cum right here and now if he thought any further of how Sakura was naked in his bathroom, using his products, now wearing his clothes. He inhales, and shudders. Sakura smells like him. Plum scented shampoo melding with Sakuras natural scent that wafts suffocatingly off the warm, showered skin. He can’t tell if he prefers this, or the tangy(slightly floral, from fabric softener still clinging to the fibers)scent of the panties he swiped from Sakura’s dirty laundry when he told he younger he was tossing them in the wash. Yeah right. Sakura is not getting those back any time soon.
Umemiya decides he just prefers sakura. His hands explore further, unhurried. Thumbs ghost over Sakura’s slim waist, pausing to curse under his breath when they meet— practically overlap over his belly button. Shakily, he continues, not before palming his half hard dick through his pants to hold him over. He’s waited too long for this to end it here.
With ease, he slips his too-large sweats off Sakura’s legs, discarding them somewhere in the room and immediately goes to grope Sakura’s thighs, one in each hand.
Fuuuuck.
He gently lifts one lean thigh, pressing it to Sakura’s chest and takes into account both how the thin layer of fat spills between his fingers and how flexible Sakura is. The leg of the loose boxers(also Umemiya’s) slip down to reveal even more upper thigh skin, landing dangerously close to sakura’s crotch.
Umemiya is taking his time. He is.
He hungrily presses kiss after kiss on sakura’s raised leg, down his calf, then can’t resist sucking and biting once he reaches Sakura’s thigh. They’re trembling in his hands, he notes. cute.
Scooting forwards, he leans down to switch gears and give the same treatment to Sakura’s unmarked neck. Miraculously, Sakura is still asleep. Little moans and breathy whines escape here and there and Umemiya can't resist anymore. He kisses sakura cheek then captures the sleeping boy’s lips in a one sided kiss, slipping his tongue in to swallow those pretty sounds. Between kisses, Umemiya finds himself subconsciously grinding into Sakura’s crotch expecting to feel a cute little bulge but instead—
Umemiya whimpers against Sakura’s mouth. It can’t be..
He slips the hand that’s not pinning Sakura’s leg to his chest between those perfect thighs to confirm what he already knows. His two middle fingers sink into a soft slit through the cotton. It’s wet; soaked, even.
“Sakura…” he groans breathlessly against parted lips, “so fucking perfect… my perfect little brother..”
His hand is on autopilot, rubbing little circles into Sakura’s clit with his thumb, periodically thrusting two shaky digits into the entrance through the boxers effectively drenching the fabric in Sakura’s slick. Sakura is moaning louder in his sleep now, each sound swallowed by Umemiya’s desperate tongue. he pulls away then, a thin strand of their mixed saliva straining then snapping to land on Sakura’s chin. Sakura whines, turning his head to the side and furrowing his eyebrows at the loss of contact when Umemiya removes his fingers as well. his hips lift in protest and Umemiya tuts, “None of that now. Promise I’ll take care of you little one.”
Umemiya raises two wet fingers to his own mouth, sucking them clean from what managed to leak through. It’s not enough. He needs to taste Sakura from the source.
He hastily frees himself from his own pants, hissing when the button drags over his sensitive throbbing tip. Yanking the pants off, he strokes himself over his boxers, thumb pressing into the wet spot over the head and he squeezes to stave off his impending climax.
He dives between Sakura’s legs, lifting both over his broad shoulders. His tongue flattens over the folds, sucking harshly on the clit before sliding his hands under Sakura's butt to remove the boxers once and for all.
“Beautiful..”
And pink. so pink.
Umemiya marvels at how pretty Sakura’s pussy is, clit red and swollen with arousal and lips shiny with fresh slick. Two fingers slide between the folds, spreading in a V up and down, up and down. Sakura trembles beneath him, and Umemiya devours. He wraps his lips around the exposed clit, flicking his tongue around it and dipping a single digit into that wet heat. Sakura was tight. Umemiya is probably his first.
God, Umemiya hopes he’s his first.
Sakura stirs then, Umemiya is none the wiser. Still taking his fill of the feast he was blessed with.
Sakura blinks groggily, still shaking off sleep when he lets out a high pitched moan, a sound he didn’t even know he was capable of.
“Ume.. what are you- ahn..!”
He half whispers half moans, voice croaky with drowsiness. His hands fly to tangle in that mop of white hair between his legs, weakly attempting to push Umemiya away.
Umemiya doesn’t budge.
He simply presses a kiss to the swollen clit, beaming up at Sakura with teal eyes that almost glowed under the light of the setting sun, “Morning pretty.” He hooks his arms under Sakura's legs, leaning his head against a bruised thigh, “You’re a deep sleeper. Sure hope you’re not this defenseless around anyone else.”
Sakura frowns, confusion evident when he glances between Umemiya and his exposed lower half, “‘m not defenseless” he grumbles, blushing all the way down to his chest, “‘re just a perv..” his words are slurred with pleasure, his hips would be lifting, seeking more friction if it wasn’t for Umemiya’s iron grip on his thighs.
Umemuya laughs, it’s a melodic innocent sound, starkly contrasting his current position. “Maybe so..” He moves upwards to hover over Sakura fully, arms caging the younger against the mattress and folding him further into himself, “You were just so cute I couldn't help myself. Always wanted a little brother like you, y'know?" his voice lowers, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of sakura’s wavering lips.
Thank god Umemiya doesn’t have a real brother. Sakura shudders at the thought
Umemiya continues, hands rubbing up and down Sakura’s thighs absentmindedly when an ugly demon of manipulation rears its head, “You had to know this is what I wanted when you came over right ? You're a smart boy.”
Sakura sucks in a breath, he didn’t. He didn’t even think Umemiya saw him that way.
“I didn’t.” he thinks aloud.
“Oh. well. I was going to tell you. oops. You forgive onii-chan, right?” Umemiya purrs and rolls his hips then, clothed bulge grazing against sakura’s engorged clit causing the smaller to arch into the motion.
Sakura gasps, pressing his hands against Umemiya’s strong chest to no avail, the guy was a brick wall.
“No..! I… hahh.. you’re not my brother Umemiya-”
“Ouch…” Umemiya pouts, “I thought we were close, Sakura. Your pretty little pussy seems to think so too.”
He punctuates his words with another slow roll into Sakura’s clit, the tip of his hard cock brushing against it. He continues humping and rutting into Sakura’s soaked mound, “Please? This feels good doesn’t it? I know it does. Let onii-chan make you feel good, pretty thing.”
Sakura can’t think. It’s too hot under Umemiya’s hold, he’s so fucking wet and Umemiya is hard as a rock and.. damn. The whole brother thing is kinda getting to him-
“I… yeah… fuck… it’s.” he stammers, panting against Umemiya’s lips, “you can…”
He trails off, the rest of his words too low for umemiya to hear but he already knows what it is.
Still, he presses, “What was that?”
It’s teasing and kinda insufferable, but Sakura wants so bad right now he doesn’t even care.
“You canmakemefeelgood.. i.. want.. you to.” Sakura’s eyes are tightly shut, hands clutching the front of Umemiya’s shirt.
Umemiya grins, “mhmm… I dunno I don't think you want it bad enough. Who do you want again?”
Sakura gapes at Umemiya like he grew another head, then glares.
This asshole. He started this. Sakura isn’t going to beg for something he didn’t start…
“Fuck you. I’m not saying that…” he mumbles, crossing his arms.
“Aw. That’s too bad then huh.”
Umemiya motions to get up, but Sakura's hands fly out to grab his shirt again and pull him back,
“Wait..!!!!”
“Hm?”
“……U-Ume-nii… I want you…please keep touching me..”
He’s flushed all the way up to his ears now, pointedly avoiding Umemiya’s gaze. For a split second, it’s silent.
Then all he can taste is Umemiya on his tongue. His arms wrap around Umemiya's back, straining to reach around and ultimately find purchase gripping his shirt again, mouth slack to let Umemiya do as he pleases and devour his lips like a starved man in a desert. He doesn’t know how long they kiss for but when they separate, Sakura is in a daze.
“Such a good boy for me, kura..” Umemiya pants, kissing Sakura’s lips again before pressing more along his jaw and down to the unmarked side of his neck, “I didn’t expect you to be so easy. Thought you’d put up more of a fight.” he teases, “You’re making me think you’ve done this with someone else.”
It's a joke. It should be a joke. But Sakura is quiet…
Cigarette smoke, ink and dimmed lights flash through Sakura’s mind. He makes an odd sound.
Umemiya pauses, pulling back to look Sakura in the eye, “Who.”
Sakura squirms under the heavy gaze, it wasn’t a question. Fuck. Well he was gonna find out eventually.
“Endo.” he mutters.
Unfortunately, Umemiya heard it loud and clear. His jaw tenses and his eyes shut. He takes a deep breath and rests his head in the crook of Sakura's neck.
“Did he fuck you?”
The words are muffled, Sakura feels them against his collarbone more than he hears them.
“Hah..?”
Umemiya pulls away, eyes a raging storm boring into Sakura’s widened ones. He’s never seen Umemiya this angry before. It’s kinda…
His thoughts are cut short by a large hand grabbing his face, fingers pressing into the sides of his cheeks,
“Did. He. Fuck. You.”
He enunciates every word. No mishearing that..
“No!!!” Sakura insists, going as red as a tomato “No we. I just. well. I sucked his dick. I guess. and he… I think he said it was “eating me out”? Whatever that means. That’s it..”
Sakura doesn’t know why he feels the need to explain himself to Umemiya, to downplay whatever it is that he and Endo had going on. Either way, it doesn't seem to help much.
Umemiya sucks his teeth but he lets Sakura’s face go, sighing in annoyance.
“It’s okay.” He nods, more to himself than anything. He nods again, and kisses Sakura’s reddening cheek before continuing, words sickly sweet “Ume-nii will fuck you so good you won’t even remember his name, okay Sakura?”
“O-okay..”
Sakura is on his stomach now, face buried in the pillow he's holding onto tightly in both arms. Umemiya is behind him, one hand gripping his waist the other guiding the purpling leaking tip of his cock to Sakura’s entrance. He spreads his precum all over; between the lips, on his clit, even teases it on the pucker of Sakura’s ass, making sure the combination of their fluids touches sakura in all of his special places. Sakura felt like he was being marked. Claimed by his leader. Somehow, Umemiya being his first time just felt right.
Sakura winces as the head slides in, the glide easy with how wet he was but he was still so tight Umemiya had to put some force into it.
“Relax, little one. Nii-chan would never hurt you.” Umemiya soothes, leaning over Sakura’s back to kiss his sweaty nape.
Sakura’s trembling anyways, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, knees threatening to give out under him. They probably already would’ve if it wasn’t for Umemiya holding him up. “Ume-nii..” he breathes, voice wavering when he feels that hot hard length slip further into his depths, “it does hurt..”
Sakura’s voice cracks, and Umemiya’s heart breaks, “Shhh,” he continues anyways, Sakura’s insides are practically sucking him in. “I’ve got you, it’ll feel good soon I promise. Keep letting me use you, ‘Kura. Be my good boy okay?”
Sakura whimpers, response dying in his throat as tears finally begin to roll down his cheeks. Umemiya is big. Is this what sex feels like? He’s so full.. not like he ate too much omurice... it's.. different. It hurts like a good fight with someone on his level. He can feel umemiya everywhere, on him, in him. It’s so good.
“Ume-nii..!” He gasps, back arching involuntarily when Umemiya bottoms out, “you’re… it’s like you’re in my stomach..”
Umemiya chuckles breathlessly, “Yeah?” he murmurs against Sakura’s cheek, kissing away a stray tear, “I think I am. See?” He slides his hand from sakura’s waist until it brushes over the little bump on the usually flat stomach, “I feel myself right here.” He presses on the bump gently, causing Sakura to cry out in pleasure? Pain? He’s not sure anymore. They’re both the same right now.
“Fuck.. Ume.. nii-chan.. please..”
Sakura doesn’t know what he’s asking for, but apparently Umemiya does. He places a hand at the base of Sakura’s neck, pulling out halfway before thrusting in again all the way.
“kura..” He groans, “So good for me baby. So perfect. You’re mine right? My pretty little brother? Gonna lemme use you whenever right?” He rambles, fucking Sakura deep, hitting that one spot that makes Sakura whine so prettily with each thrust. For a moment he thinks he should be gentler since this was Sakura’s first time and all, but then he remembers. Endo. He couldn’t let his sakura- his little brother be defiled any further by some.. some traitor. No, that wouldn’t do. He needs to stake his claim now so Sakura would never think to even see Endo again. He was fine with it before but a line was crossed. He’ll mark Sakura so deeply he won’t feel complete unless he has some part of Umemiya inside of him.
“yes… yes ‘m yours nii-chan. All.. ngh yours.. fuck.. youre so.. s- so deep inside of me…” Sakura cries, each thrust pressing his face further into the tear soaked pillow. Umemiya suddenly knocks Sakura’s knees farther apart, pressing his weight onto Sakura’s back fully engulfing that lithe frame. He grasps both of Sakura’s wrists in his hands and makes rapid, deep thrusts in and out. Sakura’s legs flail out behind him, twitching in pleasure as the thick head of Umemiya’s cock presses against a place he didn’t even know was there.
“Feel that ‘kura ? We’re kissing inside you right now. my cock is kissing your cervix. ‘s like you wanna make a baby with me. Is that it? wanna get pregnant with nii-chan’s baby?”
Fuck.
It’s so filthy. The way Umemiya is talking to him. Sakura didn’t even know he was into.. that. Until it came from Umemiya’s mouth.
He laughs again, meanly this time “You tightened up just now. ‘m turning you into a whore. You want it bad don’t you?”
He does. Sakura wants it so bad. He wants anything Umemiya will give him.
“Oh God ume-niiii… yes.. yesyeysyes please. want. want that. with you.” he whines, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
He doesn’t even know if what he’s saying is real words at this point. It's like Umemiya’s dick is thrusting all the way through his womb up to his brain.
“So cute baby…” Umemiya coos, his mouth is right next to Sakura’s ear, filling his brain with all sorts of naughty things Sakura has never thought of. “Need you to say it. Can you do that for me? Tell nii-chan you want his baby. Go on. ‘M not gonna fill you up until you say it.”
Sakura hiccups and lets out a sob, he’s drowning in Umemiya right now. His clothes, his bed, his scent, his cock. He’s so fucking close and he needs Umemiya to cum inside of him right now. “Want.. want Ume-nii’s babies…! want you to cum inside me nii-chan..hic..Please… just want.. want you n I wanna cum so bad”
“I know baby, I know. You’re doing so good for me. Always so good for nii-chan, you know that right? Hold on just a little longer. You can do it little one.” Umemiya’s breaths are ragged, the grunted praise going straight to Sakura’s twitching pussy. He can’t hold it anymore. And he feels weird. He doesn’t know what’s happening but it’s not like how he usually feels when he climaxes.
“Ume.. nii-chan.. nii-chan… i can’t…” Sakura chants, no room to squirm in Umemiya’s tight hold. “‘m gonna cum.. wanna be.. wanna be good. but m gonna cum n i think m gonna pee i’m so sososo sorry Ume-nii” he’s babbling again, pussy twitching around umemiya’s length.
Sakura may not know what that means, but Umemiya does. And he’s going to go insane. “ohmygod. You’re perfect. So perfect baby. You’re not gonna pee sweet thing. Just let go okay? Cum for me. Cum for nii-chan.”
And Sakura does. His moans are borderline pornographic when he does, spasming and squirting around Umemiya’s still thrusting cock. Umemiya doesn’t stop, he fucks Sakura through his orgasm, no longer able to stave off his own now that Sakura’s gone impossibly tight. “That’s it baby. M gonna cum inside you now. Take it all like a good boy. Gonna fill you up with my seed.” Umemiya bottoms all the way out, the tip spurting copious amounts of thick white semen straight into Sakura’s waiting womb. He continues to hump his seed further in, secretly hoping he really does get Sakura pregnant. And if he doesn’t today, well. There’s always next time.
He thrusts in a couple more times, riding out both of their highs before slowly, painstakingly pulling out. He watches as the white liquid begins to follow, seeping sensually from Sakura’s pussy. He can’t resist coating his spent tip in it, fucking some back inside of Sakura where it belongs.
He collapses on top of Sakura, softening cock nestling between plush cheeks… Hm. He’ll have to try that next time as well. For now, he needs to clean them both up. And give his baby some love.
A warm shower and quick dinner later, they’re cuddled up in Umemiya’s bed. The sun has long since set, a sheer curtain blowing gently through the still cracked window. Umemiya is showering Sakura in kisses, the younger playfully pushing him away.
“You’re so.. gross. Lemme sleep. No funny business this time.”
“My kisses are gross but my creampies aren’t? I see how it is…”
Sakura flushes, “Shut up!!! and don’t.. don’t call it that!!!”
Umemiya laughs, but it’s cut short when a soft peck is pressed against his lips.
“There. happy? Now we’re both gross.”
Umemiya’s heart swells.
“Oh sakura you’re so cute!!!! Let nii-chan fuck you again.. pleaseee..”
“I’m not falling for that!!! Go to sleep!!!”
Umemiya pouts, but he relents, curling over Sakura with one hand resting on his tummy under another borrowed tee.
“..maybe tomorrow.” Sakura mumbles.
Umemiya jumps for joy in his head.