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Umemiya Hajime is a responsible and respectful man. He respects everyone in the town, from babies to elders and that's the reason why everyone loves him. 

To some, he's a friend. To some, he's a father. To some, he's a child—someone that needs to be taken care of. To some, he's a comrade. To some, he's a student. To some, he's a help. And to some, he's a brother. 

But it's different for Sakura Haruka. To Umemiya Hajime, he's not just some kind of a brother. Or rather, he started thinking that Sakura Haruka wasn't just a brother to him anymore. 

He doesn't even know when it started. 

From a joke he made with the others? 

Maybe. 

"Sakura, your figure's so good. Maybe you could really try cosplaying with female characters!" Tsubaki squeals, showing him pictures of female characters wearing pretty outfits, and Umemiya accidentally sees them. 

 

His eyes unconsciously glance at Sakura's figures and his mouth opens, "I think those really would suit Sakura."

 

And he reddens. Because he wasn't meant to say that. 

 

"Ts-Tsubaki knows a lot about fashion! It's not bad to try out different fashion styles from time to time!" He exclaims and smiles, excusing himself to take care of the running water, saying it's overflowing when it's not. 

 

Maybe it's that something in him that's overflowing. 

"Does it suit me?" Comes Sakura's calm and low voice. Sakura fixes the fringe of the wig he was wearing, similar to his original hair color. Wearing light eyeshadow and some thin-winged black and white eyeliner to match his different coloured lashes. His cheeks are tinted pink and his lips with a punch pink coloured lipstick and some gloss—he gulps. And his heart beats so fast and loud, it takes everything for him to not look. 

Not look at the goddamn white fitted tucked blouse that hugs his torso, with the first two buttons still open and the loose red tie that just hangs until near the waist and he can't help but look down. And he sees it. The short pleated burgundy red skirt flows lightly and he's scared because he might see something he shouldn't see. 

He's even wearing long white socks that hug his thighs a bit too much that some of the fat shows. Then black loafers that tap to the ground—something Tsubaki probably bought him with the whole set of uniform. 

"Kotoha saw me earlier, she was so shocked she asked me if I was "Sakura's sister." Was even more shocked when she discovered that I was Sakura. Do I really look that different?" 

Sakura slides his palms through the red skirt, straightening it out. And Umemiya's eyes immediately follow. 

It's that different. But not in a bad way—of course, never in a bad way. It's too good, pretty couldn't even describe him. 

Pretty, beautiful, gorgeous—Umemiya thinks those words will never be enough to describe Sakura. 

"I see why the girls like them. It's comfortable, and it makes them look pretty. Maybe I should start wearing them from now on." 

"Sakura," he calls out then bites his lips because despite being a coward who couldn't say what he really wanted to say—the thought of other people—other guys—seeing him like that kills something in him.

Still, what he wants to say doesn't come out.

"That...looks good in you." He says, slowly and unsure. What to say or where to look—he's unsure.

Sakura goes quiet, walking slowly towards him then lunges forward, front parts of the wig lightly touch his face, heat creeping up on him faster than the speed of light—he smells so goddamn good. 

Sakura touches his knees—then presses—it almost makes him shriek. Sakura crouches in front of him, his arms still on his knees and Sakura rests his head in his arms, looking up at him.

"Why're you so quiet?" He asks, innocence laced in his voice—"I thought you wanted to see me in a skirt?"—then suddenly it's not. If it's not the heat that pools in his gut, he doesn't even know what that is. 

"Sakura, stand up." He commands, trying to be firm and steady—trying to sound like a grown-up, being a responsible and respectful person but he goddamn fails at it miserable because he almost chokes on his own spit, and it comes out shaky. 

"I see." Sakura lets out a small laugh. Obviously finding it interesting. "You wanna see my thighs more, is that it? That's why you're makin' me stand."

"It's not that," he denies weakly, with nothing more to say.

"Really?" 

"...Really."

Sakura slowly stands up, hands on Umemiya's thighs—then up and a short groan escapes his lips, unconsciously parting his own legs and he swears he sees Sakura smile. His hand holds Sakura's, the one on his thigh and the other on Sakura's shoulder, almost near his neck. 

"Sakura, please." 

Sakura laughs something he rarely did and Umemiya doesn't know whether to be happy about it or what. "Please what, Captain? 'Please kiss me'," A finger on his lips. 

"'Please touch me,' " Sakura's finger slides down on his chest, slowly, teasingly. 

"'Please blow me,' " Down to his stomach. 

"Or...'please let me fuck you'? " Then to his cock, it makes him bite the insides of his cheeks before glaring at Sakura for his teasing. And Sakura only smirks at him. "Captain, ya hafta be more specific than just a simple please, y'know?"

Umemiya remains quiet and still, not wanting to do anything to Sakura but Sakura's really testing his patience and restraint. 

He doesn't even know where the little minx learned to say all this. Did Tsubaki teach him? Kotoha? Suo? Kiryu? Who the hell is it then? Because he knows Sakura won't talk like this. More like he can't talk like this because he'll be flustered by just even thinking about these kinds of things. 

Unless... (Unless the little minx knew how to from the start. Sakura just wanted to take a feel of his feelings and once he was sure, he started acting out like this. So, was his conversation with Tsubaki planned out?)

"C'mon, Cap'n. I did humor you, don't you think it's time for ya 't humor me too?" Sakura holds Umemiya's hands that were holding his shoulders and sits on his lap. Umemiya stays still, letting go of Sakura to circle his arms around him instead, afraid that Sakura would fall—still, Umemiya doesn't touch him and Sakura frowns. 

"Won't that be uncomfortable, Captain?" 

"Why're you calling me captain now?" Umemiya changes the topic, still trying to recover and be firm because he knows he shouldn't do this.

This should've never happened. 

"Oh. Do you want me to call you...'nii-san' ?" The end comes out as a teasing whisper. Umemiya couldn't help but wince. When it's Sakura, it's making him feel things. It's making him want to lose control but he doesn't want that. 

He really...really doesn't. 

But it's hard to hold back when it's Sakura. He knows it'll always be because the younger always affected him. 

If it's like this, Umemiya doesn't even know if he could still look at Sakura as a little brother like he did before. 

Without him knowing, his hands ended up resting on Sakura's thighs. It's so warm—but maybe his hands were just cold. 

And he thinks, maybe he didn't see Sakura as a little brother in the first place. Maybe he thought of Sakura as something else, he just denied it and acted blind to everything.

"Why're you doing this?" —indulging my fantasies, teasing me, torturing me, why? What is it that you want, Sakura?

"I look good right?" Sakura adjusts his position, staring down at him. His hands are on Umemiya's hair, lightly ruffling it making some strands fall down—then his other hand travels down to open Umemiya's pants. "I never really thought of myself as one but I saw how you looked at me. It's just a coincidence you told me I'd look in skirts. Hell, I never thought you were into something like this, Captain." 

He doesn't say or even do anything about it. He just lets Sakura do what he wants because fuck it, admit it or not he wanted this. 

He always wanted this—ever since he laid his eyes on Sakura, ever since he saw his topless figure, ever since Hiiragi started telling him how he looks at Sakura so differently than the others—ever since he could fucking remember, he's always wanted this. 

"Have you ever thought that I only said it'd look good because it's you?" 

Sakura's hands trail on his erection, not putting any pressure and it makes him groan. He's so hard it hurts and Sakura's not doing anything about it. 

"Is that so?" Sakura licks his lips, briefly, before jerking him off slowly.

"Sakura," Umemiya calls out, hands digging into Sakura's thighs, wanting to touch himself but Sakura seemed to know and warned him. 

"If your hands leave on my thighs, I'm stopping." Sakura sits again properly, this time, Umemiya's the one staring down at him. "But maybe if you kiss me, I'll think about it."

So Umemiya does. Grazing his lips on Sakura's once. Just enough to touch and it tingles. Twice, a bit longer—and Sakura finally touches him properly. Thrice, longer and harder, biting on Sakura's lips enough to make it bleed a bit—Sakura tugs his cock a little bit harder and it brings him some kind of relief—he licks it up, tasting blood and strawberry from Sakura's lipstick and gloss, it drives him insane. 

When Umemiya breaks the kiss, Sakura lets go of his cock and it makes him whine. "Sakura...Sakura, please. God, you really like driving me crazy, don't you?"

It hasn't even been that long and he's already feeling like he's going to cum. He couldn't even feel embarrassed because it's Sakura that's doing that to him. 

"Haruka," Sakura says his name, and Umemiya gets him. "And yes? Maybe? I've always thought how it'd look for the Fuurin's top dog under me and seeing you now...it's fun." 

"Haruka." The name rolls off of his tongue smoothly, too perfect, it leaves him dizzy. "Please, please. Fuck—let me—" 

Sakura gets off of Umemiya, sliding down his panties, dropping them at the sides, and returning to Umemiya's lap. He lowers himself slightly, just enough to rub Umemiya's tip in his clit and they both sigh. Sakura rubs himself on Umemiya's cock, almost bouncing up and down. 

"You can't come," Sakura tightens his hold at the base. "Not until you're in me, and not until I come."

Umemiya swears to every God he knows. He had to think of something—anything just so he wouldn't come. Sakura said so, but he's getting desperate for a release. But unless he wants to upset Sakura, he has to obey. 

Sakura holds his face with a free hand, peppering him with kisses on the neck, sucking marks before moving up to his jaw, then the cheeks, telling him he's so good for not coming while he's still chasing for his own relief that Umemiya feels him shake.

Lastly, the side of his lips. And Sakura stares at him, eye-to-eye. "Fuck—Hajime, what do you want?" 

"You. You, Haruka, please." Umemiya begs. Just Sakura because at this point, everything's so dizzying. The way Sakura touches him kisses him, grinds on him—it all feels good that he even forgot why he's doing this in the first place—what he shouldn't be doing in the first place. 

He wants Sakura to kiss him, wants to be inside Sakura and come in him. 

"You wanna be inside?" Sakura asks and he nods fervently. "I need your words, Hajime." 

"Yes." Umemiya moans out, "Wanna be inside you. Please, please, Haruka—" He begs and Sakura smirks at him. But he still doesn't stop, edging Umemiya even more even though he's already overstimulated. 

Umemiya could feel his cock getting covered by Sakura's dripping slick. If his face and body could even add one more red shade, it probably would've already done so. 

Sakura holds on to Umemiya's shoulders, head resting on his chest, and panting as he lowers his hips down. Umemiya's cock enters Sakura and he tenses out, head thrown back before looking at Sakura. 

"Fuckfuckfuck—" Umemiya curses out, feeling how tight and wet Sakura's cunt is. It's so hot, he couldn't help but tear up. 

Sakura pulls the collar of his t-shirt, wincing and laughing at his expression. "Does it hurt?" 

"No," he answers, breathless. "No, Haru." 

"Then why're you tearing up? Does my cunt feel that good?" 

"Yeah—yeah, you feel so good, Haru. I—can I cum? Please? Please?" He begs, trying his best not to grip Sakura's thighs too much or it might accidentally hurt Sakura. 

"You have a lot of requests, Cap'n." Sakura laughs. "As much as you feel so good in me, too bad, I ain't letting you. No touching other than my thighs, and no cumming before I do. Cap'n, I haven't had my fill yet. Hnn—I'll let you come once I do, yeah?" 

Sakura noses his cheeks, shuddering while he rides Umemiya. Overstimulated yet still doesn't stop—Umemiya thinks Sakura made him hold his thighs so he'd stay grounded because he could feel them shake in his hold—he could feel Sakura's cunt wink and tighten every time he slams himself down on his cock and it makes him hiss. 

"Haruka, can I—ah—please hold your waist instead?" 

"No. That—hah—that won't do. You'll just fuck me in your cock, won't ya?" 

"I won't—I won't, I promise, Haru. Won't fuck you in my cock, just wanna hold you properly. I swear," He begs again, but it seems like no matter how much he begs, Sakura won't let him.

So he doesn't have any choice but to just watch Sakura fuck himself on his cock, using him as a toy for his satisfaction, it makes Umemiya even more desperate to cum and breed Sakura. 

"'m gonna come, Cap'n." Sakura moans. "Ah—hah—wanna come with me?" 

"Fuck, I wanna come. Wanna come with ya, Haru. I can, can I? I've been good—to you, c'mon, Haru." 

Sakura pulls him in for a kiss. "Fuck, come for me?" 

The command was enough to make him come immediately, both groaning and panting. Umemiya slightly moves his hips with Sakura meeting it halfway, still milking out Umemiya's cock until he couldn't hold himself up anymore. 

It was Umemiya's signal to hold his waist for support. Sakura slumps on him, tired and fucked out but he has other plans so he carries Sakura up to the wall just near the rooftop's door. 

"—jime?" Sakura slurs his name out, confused. 

"Haru, I humored you, didn't I? And you've had your fill too but I haven't. So humor me again with his one, yeah?" 

"Wha—" Umemiya thrusts up and Sakura screams, "You—you fucking brute!" 

"It's your fault, Haru." Umemiya huffs out a laugh, pounding Sakura as he does. 

"I'm not wearing skirts again..." 

"Mm...wanna fuck you in them again next time, though." 

"Agh—!”