#maneeee i tried to proofread but im lazy so I’ll edit when i catch sumn in reading after this

[braineater444]

Incest, Rape

Imagine cousin Chifuyu who’s had a crush on you forever? Him jacking off while thinking about you —his favorite little cousin. His heart racing when he sees you and his hands getting sweaty? He’s gross, and he knows it, but he just can’t help it; he’s been desperately in love with you for years and you have yet to even give him more than an inch in terms of affection. But that’s only normal… because you’re cousins.

One fortunate evening after a family gathering, someones twenty-third birthday, you’re sloppy drunk and can’t drive yourself home. So, like the good protective cousin he is (or rather, appears to be) he drives you home. After all, he’s no stranger to you. He’s family. No one bats an eye when he offers himself as your ride. Everyone’s sure he’s just looking out for you. Shit, even he’s sure he’s looking out for you.

Chifuyu tells himself that he’s only looking out for you on the car ride home, too. Even when his hand caresses your thigh and his heart flutters at the way you drunkenly giggle and swat him away. You’re leaned against the window so calmly and it’s clear that you trust him. He’s a bit internally shaken when you laugh out a “Chifuyu, stop.” And he realizes what he’s doing. He bites his lip and his hands stay on the wheel for the rest of the drive.

The weight of your inebriated body against him as he drags — nearly carries —you to your doorstep should be more annoying than it is. You can barely walk. You’re sweaty. You smell of alcohol. There’s a hint of that sweet perfume you wear all the time. Your dress is riding up your behind. You’re leaning on him. You’re so close. He should really get you in the house and leave.

He fumbles. His arm wrapping around your side and blindly digging in your purse, feeling around desperately for your keys. He feels his hard-on growing. He just wants to leave. The last time he felt this nervous was when he’d taken your phone and tried to find your nudes and send them to himself before you got back.

When he finally gets you through the door, a wave of relief washes over him at the fact that he can finally go home. It’s a close call, and he’s not sure he has the composure to be a around you for much longer. He’s ready to go.

He lays you down on the couch and says goodnight. You’re holding on to his arm mumbling something about hanging out more and not wanting him to leave. He’s your favorite cousin, too. You’ve been close since you were kids. You wouldn’t be able to imagine why he’s become so distant over the years.

Your hand is soft against his skin, and your hold is gentle. There’s nothing stopping him from walking out that door. He could easily pull away, but he didn’t.

He didn’t pull away. He didn’t leave when he should. He makes so many mistakes without a drop of alcohol in his system.

One moment he was sitting on the floor, back against the couch, your hand running through his hair as you aimlessly rambled on about how much you miss your closeness from when you were young, the next he’d pulled you into a kiss. The taste of alcohol was still on your tongue. You whined. He knew he was wrong, even before you were trying to push him away. He only pushed harder. He didn’t want himself to stop anymore.

Before he can even think, he’s inside you. It’s all too fast. His hand covers your mouth and tears wet his and your skin. He doesn’t want you to cry, but he especially doesn’t want you to scream. He’s just taking what he’s needed for so many years. Hopefully, you don’t remember in the morning.

“Calm down.” He whispers in your ear. His breath drifts across your skin. Discomfort is clear even in his voice. You let out something akin to a scream that’s muffled by his hand and thrust a weak elbow back at his ribs.

He’s wrong. He’s wrong. He’s going to be locked up forever.

But it feels so worth it. Your warmth and wetness feel so worth it.

His thrusts are slow and indulgent. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s been waiting on this opportunity forever. He wants this to be a pleasant memory. Chifuyu plants a loving kiss on your neck and you go stiff.

If he really puts his mind to it, he can pretend like you’re enjoying this, too. He wants you to want this as much as he always has.

When he cums inside of you there’s a moment of clarity. His hand falls from your mouth covered in snot and tears. He moves quickly to gather himself, pull his pants up, and run back to his car. Not a glance is spared for your weak, disheveled and shaking figure laying on the couch.

He sits in his car outside your house crying for hours. He’s shaking. He doesn’t know what to do. His heart feels like the weight of a brick in his chest and he’s just about ready to throw up. He closes his eyes, head against his steering wheel, trembling, and prays to whatever god will accept him now, that you won’t remember this come morning.