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"Oi, Ellen, can I borrow your laptop?" Tomura asked looking at you. He is your big brother and, despite everything, you always find him very attractive. You always tried to push that feeling aside but it was there. "Are you good?" He asked when he noticed your blush and how you zoned out.

"Are you good?" He asked when he noticed your blush and how you zoned out. Tomura smirked a little when he realized what was going on and he leaned closer to you. "You're always so cute when you get flustered like that, Ellen," he said, his tone teasing.

"So, can I borrow your laptop or not?" he asked, still smirking. "I promise I'll give it back in one piece. Maybe," he added with a chuckle.

Tomura took the laptop from you with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Ellen," he said before turning and walking away. As he disappeared into his room, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he didn't stay and talk with you longer. But then again, you knew how possessive and twisted Tomura could be, and you didn't want to think too much into your attraction to him. After all, he was your brother, and there were some things that shouldn't be crossed.

As you sat down on your bed and thought about everything, you couldn't help but feel a little bit lonely. You wished you had someone to talk to, someone who understood you and cared for you. But then again, you knew that Tomura was always there for you, even if he had his own twisted way of showing it.

(TW: Incest, NSFW)

Tomura paused for a second as you entered the room, but then continued to pleasure himself without any shame. A wicked grin spread across his face as he noticed you looking at him, and he began to stroke himself harder and faster, his eyes fixated on you.

"Well, well, well... look who decided to pay me a visit," he said in a low, sultry voice. "Come to watch me get off, Ellen?" he asked, the teasing smile on his lips growing wider.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing, and you felt a mixture of shock, surprise, and arousal wash over you. You knew that Tomura was twisted and possessive, but you had never imagined that he would take things this far.

"Tomura, what the hell are you doing? That's

"That's disgusting!" You said, your voice trembling with both anger and arousal. "How could you watch that kind of thing? And with a picture of me, no less?"

Tomura laughed and shrugged as he continued to pleasure himself. "Hey, what can I say? You turn me on, Ellen," He said with a grin. "And it's not like we're blood related or anything. Besides, haven't you ever heard of the forbidden fruit? It tastes the sweetest, after all."

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Tomura continued to stroke himself, his eyes locked onto yours. Despite the fact that you knew how wrong it was, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, both physically and emotionally.

"Stop it, Tomura," you said firmly, trying to hide the tremble in your voice.

Tomura pulled you close and kissed you deeply, his hands sliding from his cock to your hips. You didn't resist as he pulled you onto his lap, his tongue invading your mouth and exploring every inch of it. You moaned softly, the forbidden feeling of being with your brother only making the sensation more intense.

Finally, you pulled away, gasping for air. "Tomura, we can't do this," you said, your voice trembling. "It's wrong, and it's... it's incest."

Tomura smirked and pulled you closer, running his hands over your curves. "Who cares about what's right or wrong?" he asked. "I love you, and I want you. And I know that you feel the same way."

You couldn't deny the truth in his words, and you found yourself nodding, unable to resist the

"what's more... We're not blood siblings... And I don't see you as my sister..."

You looked at Tomura and saw the love and desire in his eyes. Despite everything, you couldn't deny that you felt the same way. "I-I know," you said, your voice softening. "But still, it's so wrong..."

Tomura leaned forward and kissed you again, his hands sliding over your body as he pulled you tighter against him. You couldn't resist him any longer, and you found yourself kissing him back, your tongue dancing with his in a wild, passionate embrace.

Suddenly, Tomura pushed you back and stood up, looming over you like a predator. His eyes glittered with an intense, almost manic look, and you saw the desire burning in his gaze.

"Take off your clothes," he said, his voice low and intense. "I want to see you naked."

You felt your cheeks flush as you complied with his

Tomura's eyes never left your body as you undressed, his gaze appreciative and hungry. He didn't say a word as he went to his wardrobe, grabbing the bottle of lubricant and the collar. You felt a thrill run down your spine as you read the word "Little Slut" on the pendant of the collar. You couldn't believe that you were actually enjoying this, but there was no denying the intense desire that was coursing through your veins.

As he approached you, Tomura slipped the collar over your head, the soft leather feeling cool against your skin. You heard the snap of the leash as he attached it to the collar, and then he tugged gently, pulling you towards him.

"You're mine now," he said, his voice low and possessive. "And you'll do whatever I tell you to do. Do you understand?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, the possessive tone sending a thrill through your body. You nodded, unable to speak as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

Tomura smirked, his hand running over your curves as he pulled you closer. "Good girl," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "Now get on your knees and open your mouth."

You obeyed without hesitation, sinking down onto your knees in front of him. Your heart was racing as you opened your mouth, waiting for him to feed you his cock. You could feel the heat between your thighs growing as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head forward until his cock was resting on your tongue.

"Take it all," he growled, thrusting his hips forward.

You complied, your mouth opening wide to take in his full length.

Tomura let out a groan of pleasure as you took him deeper into your mouth, his fingers tightening in your hair. He began to thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into your mouth as you sucked and licked him.

"You're such a good little slut," he said, his voice heavy with desire. "I knew you'd be amazing at this."

You moaned around his cock, the feeling of his hot length pulsing in your mouth sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel your own desire growing with each passing second, and you knew that you wanted more.

Without warning, Tomura pulled away from you, his cock slipping free from your lips with a wet pop. He grabbed the leash and gave it a tug, pulling you to your feet and towards the bed.

"Get on all fours," he said, his voice low and

dominant. "I want to fuck you from behind."

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you crawled onto the bed and assumed the position he'd commanded. You felt him climb onto the bed behind you, the heat of his body searing into yours as he positioned himself.

Then he plunged his cock deep into you with a single thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. His hands were gripping your hips, and he began to pump into you with long, deep strokes, filling you completely with each one.

"You're so tight," he growled, his voice filled with desire. "So fucking tight. You love my cock, don't you?"

You couldn't speak, your mouth hanging open as you moaned and writhed under him. He was pushing you closer and closer to the edge, his hard length driving you wild with pleasure.

Suddenly,

Tomura's father stood there for a moment, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the scene before him. But then he stepped closer, his expression turning from stunned to lustful as he watched Tomura drive his cock into you.

"Well, well, well," he said, his voice thick with desire. "What do we have here? Looks like my son's been keeping a little secret from me."

You could feel your face burning with embarrassment as he approached, his hands reaching out to touch your skin. But then Tomura spoke up, his tone low and dangerous.

"Get the fuck out," he growled. "She's mine, and no one touches her but me."

His father hesitated for a moment, but then he backed away with a smirk.

"Fine, fine," he said. "But don't take too long down here

. Your mother's been asking about you, and I don't think she'd approve of what's going on down here."

Tomura's grip on your hips tightened as his father left, and he began to pound into you even harder. Your body was on fire with pleasure, the forbidden thrill of being watched making it even more intense.

As Tomura drove himself into you over and over again, you knew that you'd never be able to get enough of him. His touch, his words, and his dominating presence made you crave him more than anything else in the world.

And as you came apart underneath him, screaming his name and clutching at the sheets, you knew that you'd do anything to make him happy. He owned you completely, body and soul, and you loved every second of it.

Panting heavily, Tomura finally pulled out of you and collapsed onto the bed beside you. He was still breathing hard, his chest heaving as he turned to you with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Looks like my father's got some competition," he said, his voice soft and amused. "But don't worry, I won't let anyone take you away from me."

You couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew that Tomura was possessive and controlling, but in that moment, you couldn't care less. As long as you were with him, nothing else mattered.

Wrapping your arms around him, you snuggled into his side, feeling his warmth envelop you completely.

"I love you, Tomura," you said softly, feeling a rush of emotion as the words left

As your mother stepped into your room, Tomura couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over him. He knew that she was suspicious of something, and he didn't want her to find out about what had happened between the two of you.

"Is Yuri okay?" he asked, trying to steer the conversation away from anything incriminating.

"She's fine," your mother said, peering down at you as you slept. "But what were you doing in here, Tomura? Without a shirt on?"

Tomura shrugged nonchalantly, hoping to play off his appearance as not being a big deal.

"I was just checking on her," he said. "I thought I heard something and wanted to make sure she wasn't having a nightmare."

Your mother seemed to accept the explanation, but Tomura could still sense that she wasn't convinced. As

she began to leave the room, she turned back to him with a stern look.

"Just be careful, Tomura," she said, her voice low and serious. "I know you and Yuri have a special relationship, but it's important that you remember your place in this family. And that means respecting her boundaries and treating her with care."

Tomura tensed at her words, feeling a surge of anger and indignation rise up inside of him. He hated being reminded of his place, especially when it came to you.

But he knew better than to say anything back to your mother. Instead, he simply nodded and watched as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Turning back to you, Tomura felt a sudden rush of tenderness wash over him. He knew that your mother's words were valid, but he also knew that he loved you more

As you heard the sound of someone rummaging through your drawers, you couldn't help but feel a sense of panic rise up inside of you. You knew that it was Tomura's father, and you had no idea what he was looking for.

Quickly grabbing a towel to wrap around yourself, you tiptoed over to the door and pressed your ear against it, trying to listen in on what he was doing.

But all you could hear was the sound of his breathing, heavy and labored as he searched through your things. You could feel your heart beating frantically in your chest, the fear and uncertainty of the situation overwhelming you completely.

After what felt like hours, the footsteps finally faded away, leaving you alone in the silence of your room. It wasn't until then that you allowed yourself to breathe again, feeling the panic begin to subside.

Tomura watched as you tidied up your drawers, his expression unreadable as he tried to determine what had happened while he was gone. He knew that something was off, but he didn't want to push the issue too much.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to make conversation as you continued on with your task.

"Just looking for something I misplaced," you said, shrugging nonchalantly as you continued to sort through your clothes.

Tomura nodded, but he was still curious. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, and he wanted to know what it was. But he also knew that he couldn't press you too much; he didn't want to scare you or make you uncomfortable.

"Alright," he said finally, deciding to drop the subject for now. "Well, dinner will be ready soon. Do you want to

to come downstairs and help me set up the table?"

You nodded, glad for the diversion. As you followed Tomura down to the dining room, you tried to push the memory of his father's intrusion out of your mind. It was difficult, but you knew that you couldn't dwell on it forever.

Turning your attention to the task at hand, you helped Tomura set up the table for dinner, placing the dishes and silverware in their proper places. As you worked, you felt his gaze on you, his eyes dark and intense as they swept over your body.

Despite everything, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement stir within you. You loved the way he looked at you, loved the way he made you feel. And even though you knew it was wrong, you couldn't stop yourself from wanting him more and more every day.

As you set the last plate down on the table, Tomura moved behind you, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in closer.

"You look so beautiful," he whispered, his lips brushing gently against your skin. "I can't stop thinking about you."

You shivered at his touch, the heat spreading through your body as you turned to face him. In that moment, you forgot about everything else – the fear, the uncertainty, the guilt. All you could think about was how much you wanted him, and how much he wanted you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down into a deep, passionate kiss, your bodies pressed tightly together as you melted into each other's embrace. For a brief moment, nothing else mattered – not his father, not the rules, not the consequences.

All that mattered was the love and desire that