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Illumi never liked (Name). She was too soft—too loud and annoying for his taste. They were the same age yet she acted so immature. (Name) played with Killua, and the brat adored her. Always wanted to spend time with her, but would act so cold towards Illumi.
He didn’t know what he was doing wrong. He was just doing what he has always done: following Mother’s orders and setting an example, but (Name) was ruining that, and no one corrected her behavior except Illumi. Of course, she would never listen and would put up a fight; it was pointless to argue with her.
Illumi was never good with words.
Of course, Hisoka was no help either. Illumi never vented, but the magician could tell that the assassin was annoyed. His hits were harder and he was more prone to anger. Why, just the other day, Illumi nearly took off Hisoka’s head for even implying that he (the stubborn magician, of course) was attracted to the brain-dead idiot of a sister.
“Well, I see I have touched a nerve, my dear Illumi,” Hisoka hummed, breath knocked out of his lungs when his back hit the ground. Illumi hovered over him, bloodlust oozing from his being as the needles grazed the pale skin of his neck. Carefully, the magician redirected Illumi’s needles away from his jugular. “What made you angry this time? Is it your sister?”
Illumi narrowed his eyes, clicking his tongue before stepping away from Hisoka, dusting off his pants. “It’s nothing. I am just stressed ,” he forced out, turning his back to his acquaintance while he gathered his items.
The magician let out a purr, rolling onto his stomach. “Shall I give you some advice on how you can curb this hateful sensation?” Hisoka suggested.
“Oh yes, please tell me how you, a clown, would curb this feeling?” Illumi sarcastically drawled, gathering up his things and grimacing as he smudged the blood coated on his cheek.
“Is that sarcasm I detect?” Hisoka cooed, propelling himself to his feet and draping an arm across Illumi’s shoulders. He was surprised the assassins didn’t try to rip his arms off. With a hum, he guided Illumi forward, not bothering to gather his own things—he could return for them later. “Just use her to release all your stress. Do a sparring match—your family is required to stay in shape, after all.”
Well, that is true. Perhaps Illumi could use this time to get to know his dear little sister.
“Should I wear something nice to lunch?” (Name) asked, frolicking down the hall as Illumi arrived home, brushing past her. He had sent a message to (Name), telling her that she should put on something so they can leave for lunch.
“Wear whatever you desire. I cannot stop you,” was his quick response, locking himself in his room before (Name) could waltz in. She was such a bother and Illumi wanted more than to strangle her from time to time. He wanted to feel her struggle beneath him as he kept her pressed against the mattress, sobbing and begging for forgiveness—
Fuck, he was hard .
What the actual fuck?
His cock swelled beneath his legs, hungry and drooling with precum as he stood in the center of his room. Blood pumped throughout his body, mouth clenched in anger. Curse him and his violent waves of emotions; why did he have to get aroused when he was angry. Fucking fuck, this was not what he needed today.
Illumi jerked down his pants, kicking them to the side before wrapping his hand around the circumference of his cock. The tip was flushed an angry shade of red, already dripping with precum. He hissed, stroking himself as white flashed in his vision; God, it had been so long since he touched himself.
The last time he actually had sex with Hisoka and the ginger made sure he couldn’t walk for a week. Well, to be fair, Illumi wanted Hisoka to fuck him until he forgotten him own name.
He moaned, toes curling as his head fell back with an opened mouth moan. Illumi could imagine his pretty sister on her knees, choking on his cock with tears running down her face. Makeup ruined while she smacked his thighs, sobbing and begging Illumi to be gentle on her throat, but he would fuck her throat with reckless abandonment.
Her pussy would swallow his cock greedily, taking every inch Illumi had to offer whether she liked it or not. She was always flaunting that body, so perhaps Illumi should use it. Stuff her holes until she was dripping with his cum. Make her an incubator for his cum and his babies; yeah, that would be a good occupation for a dumb whore like (Name).
(Name) wasn’t good for anything else. She couldn’t fight as well as Illumi or Killua; she wasn’t smart like Milluki—the dumb brood had to ask for help with everything . That’s what happen when dumb girls run away to live out their hopeless dreams in the city; she just should have stayed home and obeyed Mother and Father.
Hissing through clenched teeth, Illumi screwed his eyes shut. Oh fuck, the thought of sinking himself balls deep in that cute little pussy had him seeing pure white. If (Name) couldn’t be a good assassin, then she could at least be a good cock warmer for him and bear him children.
The family would need an heir, after all.
The warmth spilled into his hand, waking Illumi from his stupor as he stared down at his mess. Cum painted his hand as he tried to steady his breathing, inhaling through his nose and exhaling out of his mouth. God, he really needed to get laid again.
“Niisan, are you ready yet?” (Name) called from outside the door.
Illumi took another breath, cleaning himself up and slipping on something nice. “Wait for me outside. I’ll only be a moment longer.”
“Mm, okay Niisan!” (Name) chirped, skipping away with a giggle.
When Illumi heard her receding footsteps, he waltzed over to his dresser, rummaging through his drawer for a capsule of white pills. Any other day, Illumi would have left these pills alone and only popped one to help him sleep, but today, they would serve a different purpose.
The silence is awkward as (Name) stirs her tea, staring at her lap while Illumi stares at her. Neither one of them decided to strike up a conversation. People are staring at them, and all (Name) wants is for the waitress to come take their order before she decides to leave so she doesn't break down and cry.
Illumi notices her discomfort, tapping on the table to gain (Name)’s attention. “Anxious?” he asked gently, reaching across the table to stroke her hand.
(Name) nodded, quickly bringing her cup to her mouth, taking a large swallow of hot tea. She instantly regretted her decision but she kept the cup to her mouth, not wanting Illumi to scold her. “There’s too many people here,” she mumbled.
“Then why did you agree to go to lunch with me if you can’t deal with people, idiot?” Illumi bluntly asked.
“I just wanted you to like me,” was her quiet response, looking down at her tea. “You act like you hate me and I don’t know what I did wrong, Niisan. You don’t even look my way, so of course, I wanted to get closer to you when you texted me and said you wanted to leave lunch with me.”
The way her bottom lip trembled; Illumi wanted to catch it between his teeth and bite down until blood blotted the skin. He liked how submissive and weak she sounded, begging him with those pretty eyes of hers.
Clearing his throat, Illumi slid across two capsules across the table. “Take these. They might help with your anxiety,” he offered.
(Name) raised an eyebrow, looking up at Illumi. “Why do you have these on you?”
Illumi shrugged his shoulders, “I always have medicine on me. Luckily for you, they’ll help,” he pushed, urging for (Name) to take the pills. He wet his lip, watching closely as she popped the meds in her mouth, washing them down with her lukewarm teeth. The dosage was a lot stronger than recommended, meaning she would be out like a light or she would be in a similar state to when one is drunk. Whatever outcome, it would work well in Illumi’s favor.
What he wasn’t expecting was that bothersome clown to join them. Illumi frowned, watching Hisoka pull up a chair next to (Name) as he greeted the Zoldyck siblings. “Is this a lovely surprise to see you both here,” Hisoka cooed, pressing a kiss to (Name)’s hand. “You look as lovely as ever, my dear.”
(Name) beamed, pressing a kiss to both sides of Hisoka’s face. “Thank you, Hisoka. You are charming as ever,” she returned, folding her hands in his lap. “Are you gonna sit with us for lunch?”
“No—”
“Oh, would you mind?” Hisoka asked with a playful hum, seating himself between Illumi and (Name). “Your brother seems rather annoyed that I’m here.”
She giggled, rubbing his hand. “Oh, don’t worry about Niisan. The more the merrier,” (Name) chirped, bouncing her leg. “I can cover your tab too!”
“You’re such a sweetheart. Aren’t you so lucky to have a cute sister?” Hisoka cooed, stealing a glance from Illumi. His lips quirked into a smile when the assassin frowned and (Name) rubbed his hand.
“Just—keep to yourself,” Illumi muttered, tapping his spoon before taking a long sip of his tea. He didn’t like how Hisoka was getting a little too handsy with what was his, especially when (Name) giggled in response, her words slurring together as Hisoka squeezed her thighs.
The drugs were doing their job. That was a good sign.
(Name) was struggling to keep her eyes open, gripping Hisoka’s shoulder. “Wheee, was this a special brew of tea? I knew it said it was supposed to calm your nerves, but I’m sweepy, Niisan—oh,” she whined, knocking her knee into the table. That all too innocent smile Hisoka was wearing didn’t soothe Illumi’s rising fear.
“Oh, look at you. All loopy and dizzy,” Hisoka hummed, looking over at Illumi. “Shall I take her to the car while you cover the tab?”
“I can take her myself. You cover the tab; you owe me,” was Illumi’s blunt reply, cradling (Name) close to his body as Hisoka waved down one of the waitresses. (Name) was giggling, struggling to keep her eyes open as she whined for Illumi, pulling on his shirt.
She looked up at him with those pretty eyes, mouth gaped open. “Illu-nii is so pretty. I want his long hair,” (Name) gasped, running her fingers through the curls of hair, massaging his scalp. She didn’t stop when Illumi slid her in the car and sat beside her, allowing her to continue. “Can I give Illu-nii a kiss? You never let me kiss you.”
Illumi didn’t pull away when she leaned forward, smudging her lipstick against his pale cheek. Her lips were soft and—oh, God, was that her pussy brushing against his leg. He stifled a groan, biting his cheek while (Name) got settled in his lap, ass pressed against his groin. His cock was hungry, swelling with blood and pressing against her pussy. Either she was too stupid or too drugged to realize what she was pressing against.
Either way, Illumi wasn’t complaining.
(Name) let out a garbled noise, still pressed against Illumi’s cock. “Niisan, hug meeeee,” she whined, stretching her out outwards, wanting his warm embrace. She smelled sweet like warm cinnamon and vanilla; it was an addictive smell, and Illumi gripped her waist, pressing his face against the crook of her neck.
Illumi carefully maneuvered his hands, fondling her ass and (Name) either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He kept his face pressed against her neck, rutting against her. God, he could feel the heat of her pussy against his groin, hot and heavy as he clenched his jaw. Fuck, he would have taken her right now, bent her over and stupid her stupid cunt until she was sobbing if they weren’t in the parking lot.
Hisoka soon slid his way into the car, holding up Illumi’s cheeks with that playful gleam in his eyes. “You were careless, my dear. If I wear anyone else, I could have easily made off with your ride. You should be thanking me,” he taunted, taking a spot in the driver’s spot. “I see you couldn’t keep your hands off of her, yes?”
(Name) let out another noise, struggling to keep her eye open. “Niisan, I’m s-sleepy,” she voiced, beating her fists against his chest.
“Sleep darling. Your pretty brother will keep an eye on you as you do,” Hisoka assured, letting the engine of the car roar to life, pulling out of the parking lot.
Illumi, being the closeted pervert he was, rubbed circular motions into (Nams)’s lower back, lulling her into a false sense of security. Once he heard her soft snores, he tugged up her skirt, rubbing his fingers across her pussy. Of course, stupid slut was practically asking for her big brother to finger-fuck her stupid cunt. It’s okay because he was here to deliver; he pumped one finger in, feeling how hot and wet she was. Her pussy was drooling with each thrust of his fingers, caressing the tender spot in the back that made her cry out in her drugged state.
Hisoka licked his hips, watching the two from the mirror. “I didn’t realize you were such a pervert. I’m glad I upped the dosage on your meds,” he declared.
“You had your grimy little hands on my medications?” Illumi hissed, forcing another finger into (Name)’s cunt.
“Of course, I did. I thought I told you about the one medical kink I have,” he chuckled, sparing a glance over him with a smile. “I would love to ravage you while you’re all drugged and out of the loop. You would make such a pretty patient in your hospital gown and your hole taking me so well,” he taunted with a wag of his tongue.
Fuck, those sinful words went straight to Illumi’s cock, his fingers never stopping as he rutted against (Name), wishing his cock was buried in that cute pussy of hers. His cock was painfully hard, straining against his paints and staining his underwear with precum. Hisoka’s words—they made him feel so goddamn dirty, but fuck, did it feel good.
Time flew by and they arrived at Hisoka's humble abode. The clown said something about the three of them having more privacy this way. Illumi wasted no time stepping out of the car, carrying (Name) over his shoulder as she slumbered. Yeah, he was gonna stuff that throat for sure. Stuff it full of cum until she was fucking choking on it.
He dropped her on the bed, hurriedly removing his clothes as Hisoka waltzed in after them, undoing his shirt. “Impatient, my dear? She’ll be out for a couple of hours; take your time with her,” the magician cooed, shucking off his pants.
But Illumi didn’t want to wait. He wanted go fucking ruin (Name). She looked so pretty naked, splayed across the bed with her pussy exposed to him. He licked his lips, pulling her until her ass was off the bed and he got nestled between her legs, nose pressed against her slicked lips as he devoured her. The scent of her arousal hit him full force and Illumi consumed her like he was a man starving. His tongue forced its way in, slurping everything she had to offer, relishing in the pretty broken moans that escaped her. The louder she became, the faster his tongue went.
He was drowning in her, letting her arousal father on his tongue before swallowing. God, she tasted heavenly; Illumi palmed himself, hand wrapping around the circumference of his cock while he devoured (Name)’s pussy. Oh yes, this is exactly what he was missing; the sweet taste of pure lust and arousal. Her broken whines and whimpers has Illumi aggressively fisting his cock, smearing precum across the shaft.
Hisoka fucked her throat, the mattress dipping under his weight as he rubbed the head of his cock across her lips, ruining her lipstick. He cooed, nudging her lips apart. “There’s a good girl. Take my cock—oh, there we go,” Hisoka groaned, getting a handful of her hair and thrusting into her slack jaw, toes curling when he fucked the back of her thought.
Illumi liked the choking noises; he wanted to see how pretty his pretty sister looked with another man’s cock lodged in her throat. She was taking Hisoka well by the sounds he was making. It made Illumi jealous, eyebrows furrowed as he pulled away to catch his breath, squeezing her thighs until bruises blossomed. He wanted to shove his cock in and feel her pussy clench around his fat dick.
The magician was still thrusting again, balls smacking against (Name)’s chin while he held her head in place. “She has such a pretty mouth. I don’t think this is her first time, my dear Illumi. Perhaps she’s done this before. I wonder what man tainted her first. Now that I think about it, Chrollo did mention that he had been seeing someone these past few months.”
Red blurred his vision. Yes, it all very well be a trick, but what if it wasn’t? What if that self-righteous bastard fucked her first, claimed her pussy for his own. Illumi narrowed his eyes, spitting into his hand to lube up his cock. Whores don’t get prep and it was a fair punishment. Besides, her stupid cunt was already soaked, drooling with arousal already.
The head grazed her pussy, never breaching it as Illumi grunted, biting his bottom lip to keep those needy noises to himself. She was hot—it burned, but it felt good. He shivered, back slightly arched when he pushed the head of his cock in. Hot and tight, squeezing the head and wanting to pull him in for more. Oh yes, this is exactly what Illumi needed. (Name) could be a cute little cum dump for him when he was doing fucking her.
“You mustn’t be so rough. Yet ,” Hisoka cooed, pulling (Name) onto the bed, letting his cock lay across her forehead. “Ease your way in, love,” he praised, watching with hungry eyes as Illumi kept humping against (Name), eyebrows furrowed together while he forced his way inside of her. He grinned when Illumi finally let out a strangled moan, legs shaking as he pulled out only to slam his pelvis into (Name)’s ass.
“Fuck,” Illumi groaned, thrusting away. The snap of his hips was hard and fast, relentless and brutal as (Name)’s breasts jiggled as he stared with a watering mouth. Hisoka filled her mouth, smothering her with his cock, and Illumi came from the sound of (Name) choking on cock. When Hisoka kissed him, Illumi moaned into his mouth, using one hand to get a good grip on his hair, his free one still squeezing and scratching at (Name)’s waist.
The kiss was hot and heavy; Illumi leaned in for more, nails biting into the skin of Hisoka’s scalp as they kept thrusting. The warmth of (Name)’s pussy, the tightness of her fucking throat. Oh God, it was almost too much for Illumi. He wanted to spill everything he had to offer inside of her, breed her and fill her with thick ropes of hot cum. His balls were tight, pressed against her weeping cunt as Hisoka pulled away with a breathless sound.
“I didn’t realize you were so desperate,” Hisoka moaned, making sure his cock was firmly lodged in the back of (Name)’s throat. Even with the intense fuck-session, she still didn’t stir in her drugged state. No, she remained as limp as a doll, essentially becoming a fuck toy for the two boys, but neither one of them were complaining. She kept their cocks nice and warm, slicked up with arousal and spit as they kept thrusting and humping her. “That’s it. Fuck her nice and good,” Hisoka cooed, pulling Illumi into another kiss, not letting the assassin protest but whine into his mouth.
He was cumming. Oh God, Illumi was cumming. Hips stuttering as hot cum filled (Name)’s pussy, filling every space she had to offer. It overflowed, but Illumi kept fucking it back into her, not care that he was drooling at this point while Hisoka moaned into his mouth. Illumi felt high as a kite, pressing his pelvis against (Name)’s ass as he rode out the rest of his orgasm, watching the cum spill down her pretty thighs.
Hisoka hummed, cumming deep in her throat as he praised Illumi. “There we go. Keep your cock in her pussy, love. She must feel amazing; you’re almost in tears,” he pointed out with a shaky moan, eyes screwed shut as a shiver ran throughout his body. Toes curled as he rutted against her mouth, spilling the rest of his cum across her face, slicking her lips with his cum and getting red lipstick across the shaft.
She looked so pretty with cum dripping out of her drooling pussy and across her face. Yes, (Name) was a much better sister when she was taking Illumi’s cock; much more enjoyable to be around when she was quiet, choking on cock and being a mere sex toy.
The boys didn’t bother getting her cleaned up. (Name) was far more pretty stained and covered with cover.
When Hisoka left the room, that didn’t stopped Illumi from fucking her again, forcing his cock past the tight rings of her ass, gripping her waist as she cried out in her sleep, arching against the mattress. Illumi held her down, fucking her to another orgasm. He wrapped a hand around her throat, grunting. Stupid girl; she didn’t even question what Illumi was giving her, and like a moron, she took it without a second thought. She wasn’t fit to be an assassin; no, (Name) was Illumi’s little cockwarmer.
That’s all she could do right.
“Stupid, stupid girl,” Illumi muttered, rolling (Name) onto her stomach, watching her ass ripple with each thrust and smack. He was breathless, yanking her head back as hearing her whimper. Good, he wanted her to hurt. A breeding bitch had no purpose but other than to take his cum like a dumb cow and get fat with his kids. It was a win-win for him; Illumi would have warm hole to fuck when he was stressed and the family would have a pure-blood heir. Goodness, why didn’t he think of this earlier.?
(Name) whimpered in her sleep, mouth hanging open as the rest of Hisoka’s cum found its way down her throat, dripping down the side of her mouth. “Hn, so good,” she cried out softly, body still relaxed against the bed even if Illumi was setting a hard and fast pace.
He kissed her neck, biting down until blood blotted the skin. He was wild, hungry to fuck and stuff each of her holes (Illumi would wait until she was awake so he could see the tears in her eyes when he kept her face pressed against his navel, suffocating her on his dick). “Mine, mine, mine,” Illumi chanted, hips stuttering as he came in her ass, humping against her ass.
Her hole was stuffed with cum, unwilling to let Illumi go when he emptied himself inside of her. His balls were drained as he was seeing stars; white haze took over Illumi’s vision as (Name) moaned in her sleep. He was certain she was having a wet dream or she could still feel everything that was happening to her body; she could feel the delicious drag of Illumi’s cock in her ass, stuffing her with cum.
The assassin kissed the side of her neck, giving her ass a slap. He was definitely going to fuck her when she woke up again and this time, Illumi was going to enjoy hearing her cry and moan out his name.