#💫ch.sae

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ TWO OF CUPS .04.

tw. incest, dubcon, coercion, size kink, belly bulge, praise, hair pulling, a lot of emotional bs, jealousy, angst, love triangle wordcount. 7k

part 01 part 02 part 03 fin.

a/n. it has come. the end has come, she's here, it's over and the witch is dead (i'm the witch, this killed me a little inside but i'm very glad to have it finished). as always i would love to hear your interpretations and thoughts about this chapter and story in general because i feel like there's a lot here thats,, up for interpretation and discussion and yea <33 and ty ty ty a million to @seijorhi and @darlingsanzu for beta-ing for me i am in your debt forever and ever

itoshi rin x fem!reader x itoshi sae

He imagines if it were anywhere else, the room would be covered in a thin layer of dust by now. But it isn’t, courtesy of a caring, fretful mother— the room remains in pristine, paled stasis. Instead every old textbook, every picture frame and the ancient soccer jerseys have been dutifully cleaned, and are splayed out in front of him like a near-perfect copy of his childhood. Sae runs his fingers along the length of the desk as he slowly drags himself around the room in a circle, before coming to a halt in front of the bookshelf.

His parents were as surprised as any to see him home, considering he should be ready to head back to Spain soon, with the upcoming season and all. And truthfully, he had been ready to call his bumbling excuse for a manager two days ago. Should’ve landed splayed out in yet another sterile hotel room in a place he doesn’t care to explore hours ago. So he blankly wishes he could play pretend at amazement too. It isn’t very surprising that in his time of uncertainty, he finds himself here- where he used to keep you locked in his arms under thick blankets. He hasn’t been back home in a while. And not unlike other times, there’s a nagging voice in the back of his head.

He picks apart the perfect little shrine of accomplishments of his childhood room by pulling the picture frame up to his face, can’t help but frown at the sight. There’s a younger him -years before he joined Real Madrid- sweaty, sore ankles and exhausted on a bench, and right beside the youthful reflection of his own maroon-haired head, sits a girl a couple years younger. Her cheeks chubby and raised as the beaming smile shines all the way though the flimsy picture paper- and your arms wrapped endlessly tight around his stomach as joyous tears glitter on your lashes.

He won that match, of course, but that uneventful match out of thousands before it wasn’t why the picture landed itself a spot in the middle of his most cherished valuables. You were. The memory of your heart beating into him like a drum, of how it felt to be adored by you. Adoration that had gotten stale years before you’d started giving your all to him— felt different when it came from someone with no deeper motives. When all he’d ever given you was an unending game of playing catch-up.

His hand twitches with the urge to toss the picture back down with the rest of his sentimental crap. He doesn’t bother to put it back in place, pushing it aside for the tiered trophy that looks much too big among his other old belongings. The gold layer gleams in the low light of his room as he takes it off of the shelf, and his frown digs deeper into his face.

But a soft clearing of a throat by the door makes him look up. His mother smiles as she appraises the room, and then him. “I’m making you a protein smoothie. I know you probably won’t stay the night but-”

“I’m driving up to the airport tonight,” he breathes out, trying his best to force the distaste off of his face. His mother nods again, and then steps inside almost cautiously, as if not to disturb the peace of the past. Ironic, Sae thinks, considering. He only came here to do exactly that. Nothing in the Itoshi house is sacred, hasn’t been for years. After a few seconds he plops the trophy onto the desk, and stares down at the woman before him with a deep sigh. “You came in here to say something, right? What’s up?”

You spend enough time with people over the years, you learn their tells. The reddish brunette starts picking at the pictures thumb-tacked above his desk before she speaks. “You stayed over at Rin’s for a few days… We haven't seen either of your siblings in a while.” A pointless starter, because they both know these facts. She’s stalling, tiptoeing around any point worth making.

“Oh, yeah,” he breathes. She could ask about his sudden visit. Or about Rin’s blatant dismissal of going anywhere that you won’t follow. Could ask about what Sae himself did to you. Maybe he’d finally be able to give a straight answer, if she dared. But she doesn’t, and Sae goes back to thumbing through the old photo album tucked away behind a mess of medals. His mother hums.

“You know we’ve tried to raise them to be respectful, and Rin’s shown promise. But your sister—”

Sae’s somewhat of a sadist, he thinks. To everyone around him, but also to himself. Coming here was a surefire way to land himself into shit, and yet... “They’re both in Tokyo and they get along well, mom. What’s the problem with living together?”

“Your father and I think your little sister should start letting you two live your own lives. I know she means well, but isn’t she a little too old to be so- well— you know how she is.” It once again is anything but a compliment. He knows how you are. Sure, folded in angles no brother should ever know his little sister, maybe. It makes a slight breath escape his nose like a laugh, but there’s nothing funny about it. “How else will she ever accomplish—”

“She’s fine! I’m fine, Rin’s fine— and it’s not like you ever cared, anyways. As long as we all hold up your precious standards, you don’t really bother to care, right?” The ticking of his internal alarm reaches zero, as he turns around to stare her down with thinly veiled impatience. “Your constant shit-stirring is what started this whole mess.” No wonder you grew into a codependent ball of emotion. What else could you do than let him kiss your mouth in the peace of night when he begged you to stay. What else could you do than let Rin sink all his problems into the warmth of you.

Your parents don't have the slightest idea of who any of them are, not really. It could hit them in the face and still somehow miss them. It’s almost amusing. 

Her face goes red in the cheeks, sharp eyebrows starting to slant into the irritated grimace that he’s more used to. “What ‘whole mess’? What, what? I’m at fault for being concerned? I would expect you to know by now, Sae. Your little sister’s a needy, unstable girl with no further prospects like you two! And Rin-”

“She probably loves Rin more than you and dad combined ever could. She’s been to every match. Not you, her.” His voice is low and final as he meets the sea blue eyes aimed at him head-on. “And Lord knows no husband will ever look at her like Rin does. But of course you’re too enamored with your ‘perfect children’ bullshit to understand what goes on.” He breezes past the accosted breath of his mother clutching her collar, before walking with long steps towards the door, and letting out a sharp chuckle. “Don’t talk to me about my own little sister. I know who she is.”

+

The street is too bright and prim for his liking, as he walks up the porch toward the building— slowly dragging himself after you as you hesitate at the threshold. Even your absent-minded humming doesn’t make his nerves any less frayed, moving his jaw back and forth when you bury your face back into the papers as if you have any clue what you’re doing. Long enough for his foot to start tapping a rapid rhythm, before he finally nudges your chin up to look up his way. “Hey, we don’t have to do this. You don’t- I…” There’s a distance between you two that seems to grow with each passing second. “This is silly,” he ends on saying, unwilling to dampen the barely-there brightness in your eyes for the first time in days.

Your lower lip juts out as his hand brushes just briefly past your cheek to clear your face, and the wind ruffles the stapled stack of paper. “Daddy told me I should move out of your apartment.” There’s a guardedness that flicks over your face for a second, before you pull out of his reach to start gathering your hair up into a high bun and nod, “there’s two more on my list, you can go home if you don’t want to stay, nii nii.”

Rin’s blue eyes narrow, and he grabs your wrist to pull you back before you can walk away from this. “Hey, forget about what dad says. You don’t have to move out.” The mere idea of having you slip through his fingers presses on his chest, rattling his ribs a little with each breath. It gnaws and claws at the back of his brain hard enough to make him a little dizzy and— and he knows you don’t want this. You can’t possibly think that being alone would somehow be better than being with him. “I never asked you to move out.”

“Niichan,” your voice is small when you dare turn more his way, revealing the wobbly lip as you try to pull your arm out of his reach. He can’t be wrong about that.

“I’m not- I’m not asking, okay? Listen, we’re going home-”

You shake, shoulders and head both. “Why are you making this so difficult? I know I’ve already overstayed my welcome, and you’re too nice to tell me ‘no’. That’s what this is.” No. He isn’t wrong. He knows you- and you couldn’t fake the kindness you give him when he fails the most basic family rules. If anyone imposes… it’s him. With every kiss along your shoulders in the bathroom, or when you let him pull you onto his lap to wind down whenever he damn pleases. His selfishness is the thing that overstayed— for long enough that he can’t even imagine his life without you.

His thoughts might not come out as well in words, but even you must know this much. You aren’t this self deprecating. Before he can find it in himself to care that you two are technically out in the open, he grabs your cheeks on both sides, and lowers himself to press his forehead to yours. He loves you. He loves you so much he could die. He hears, more than sees, how you fumble with the papers in your hands as he keeps you so close to him— opening up that shield for once. There is no world in which he allows it to end with you even further away.

“I want you to stay.” The whisper clearly deals more damage than he intends, because your eyes go glossy as soon as he says it. “Don’t make me beg you.” He pulls back from you just enough to take a breath, but his thumbs stay on your soft skin. You suck your bottom lip in between your teeth, before pulling up your nose and leaning the weight of your head into his one palm. It’s soft, and too gentle -makes him scared to snap you in two with a single move- he thinks it wouldn’t be past him. Sae delivered a serious blow, he knows that. If he wasn’t so green with envy, he’d be able to relate.

After a few more seconds, you faithfully reach to press your mouth to his like you’ve been conditioned to do. And hesitate, staring at the path under your feet. “Okay.” You wrap your arms around his waist— and only leave him aching for more.

Always more, barely getting his gluttonous fill started. Still, it makes his skin tingle with heat, buzzing along his lips. Your fingers lace themselves in his, and he’s only very vaguely aware of the old couple passing you two by with a disgruntled sigh. It makes him pull you protectively close. And a soft, almost fearful chuckle falls past his lips. “You aren’t going anywhere without me, okay?”

+

Rin doesn’t mind having a temper when it doesn’t play him parts. It is what made him the man he is today. When you’re not involved, he even likes it. But though he tries his very best to control himself, his jealousy inevitably ends up catching up to him. Patiently built up through the years— it barely makes it a whole week after Sae leaves before it bloats inside him and starts to rupture. Leaving a sour, sour taste deep in the crevices of his skull.

The apartment is all you when he walks in. It strikes him as you face him with big eyes, that warm at his presence. You’re wearing an oversized shirt that just about covers your ass, and are turning the food around in the pan as your face lights up; and any sane brother would act accordingly, but his brain insists. This is the sight he wants to be greeted with for the rest of his life. Having the one person who can harm you closest, or something. He always was an opportunist, but he thought Sae the selfish one.

It’s almost pitiful that you play your role so graciously. The tongs rattle against the cutting board when you perk up to kiss him, and for a second longer than usual, he keeps you. Ever since Sae, his guilt hasn’t been enough to keep the longing down. It’s karmic punishment, probably. Always stuck treading in the redhead’s footprints. He keeps his mouth against yours until you start getting hot in the face, and start fidgeting with his fingers.

Not that Rin cares. He simply wraps himself around your back and links his arms under your breasts, and knows you won’t protest. The colors of Sae’s barrage on your throat have yet to fade, deep purples and blues that tint yellow at the edges— and asks him to resist the urge to make his own. He truly, truly doesn’t mean to be this way. You’d probably have a breakdown, and he has yet to even touch that can of worms. In your presence, he almost forgets. If he wasn’t so often fucking reminded, maybe he’d be able to rid himself of the shackles he knows are clinking at his ankles.

The brief brush of his lips along your jaw makes you shiver, then you look back at him over your shoulder. “That tickles, nii nii. Stop it.”

“I’m just looking.” The cockettish curl that your lips take on when he raises a single brow is devilishly distracting, hips suddenly pressing much too close to yours— so he averts his eyes, but can’t make himself pull away from you. Instead he talks, trying not to nuzzle into your cheek. When you try to slip out, his hands chase, and trail fingertips along your skin just below the shirt. A shirt he recognizes as Sae’s when trying to hide away in your smell, only to be painfully reminded. After a long breath, he brushes a finger along your throat, resting his chin. “What’s all this?”

He’s sure you’re not naïve enough to miss the question. But you only raise your shoulders the slightest bit, and jut out your lip. “Hmm… I- don’t know.” It’s hardly a lie, convincing exactly no one. You don’t miss a beat though, and focus on the food. “How was the meeting?”

Rin can’t help but frown at the blatant dismissal, but tonight, he’s too tired to care. He’s so fucking sick of letting Sae in, even when he’s not even around. So he strokes your thigh harder, in an attempt to feel more of your heat. “Training this year will be in Germany and France.”

“Oh.” You seem to let out a silent sigh of gratitude as he lets you run, before the situation catches up with you. “Oh. For how long?”

“Three months.” The tone of your voice is distinctly soft, and has his eyes on the tiny drop of your mouth corners. It’s a non-issue, though. Even if he could physically stand it -which he’s not so sure he could, supporting his weight against your smaller body- he wouldn’t want to go. You’re coming, whether you like it or not. “What kind of hotel room do you want?” His instinct is to press another kiss to your cheek, trailing his mouth ever so slowly down to your throat and shoulder — and trying his fucking hardest not to let the whisper send his thoughts down the wrong path.

“Nii nii-”

Too late. It’s much too easy to envision you in the plush covers of his bed, moaning out his name like you did… Like he knows you can, dressed in his shirt instead. Your hips are pressed close to his, and you smell so fucking good, you have his eyes fluttering shut as he repositions his hands to your thighs. He only swallows hard, lets out a deep breath against the soft skin where your neck meets your shoulder, and forces himself to pull his mouth away.

There’s a low, rumbling sort of noise in his voice when he speaks next. “What? You’re coming along, right?” As he glances at the side of your face, he’s awfully aware of the jittery way you’re trying to continue dinner, blushy hot ears and cheeks, and lips puffy and glistening from biting them. It’s fucking unfair. His mind instinctively wanders, and heat pools in his cock and balls too quickly before he manages to take a few deep breaths. “I know you don’t wanna stay here all alone.”

“I don’t. If- If you want me to come, I will,” you nod, and also shiver when his hands softly squeeze in response. “You won’t mind sharing a room with me even in a hotel?”

God, he wants to bend you over and grab you by the collar for being so fucking dense. It’s cute though, too innocent to reason with- it stresses him out as much as it heats his entire body. How could he mind, after two years of sleeping in the same bed as you. “We’re used to it, ‘course I don’t.” You move out of his arms to turn off the stove, and smile, but it doesn’t really seem to reach your eyes. As your hands slide along your neck and shoulders, your posture stiffens, swaying softly on your feet— and Rin sucks his tongue. Those fucking blotchy marks come clear into view again, and they nag. They’re a sore sight, a few breaths away from nauseating.

He can’t help but think you wouldn’t ask the same question to the oldest.

To add insult to injury, you nuzzle into the soft edge of the shirt for comfort, in a way so awfully familiar it makes him feel ill. Why, why, why. His heart rate spikes as he stares at the floor instead. “You spent weeks in a hotel with Sae when he went to train.” It comes out a lot more accusatory than he had in mind, though he tries to hide the bitter tone in his voice. “Can’t be that different.”

“It is different.”

“-How is it any different? Because Sae will abuse your silence in a way that I don’t?” It’s so fucked. Rin knows full well that he isn’t innocent in this situation, not even close. But he hates the way you fist your hands into Sae’s shirt, how you cling to it like a lifeline— not even trying to cover the hickeys he seared into your neck the first second Rin wasn’t looking. Hates it so much that arguing rationally goes out the window. He wants you to love him as much as he loves you; because facing himself makes him sick. There’s nothing in the world more painful than knowing what he feels for you. So fully and deeply to his bone marrow, it squeezes his chest so tight the air barely reaches him.

“W- I just-” your eyes desperately dart around the kitchen for anything to say, “I love niichan, and he- he loves-”

“No, I love you, imouto! I’m the one who cares! He came here to use you and leave, and you’re asking me to pretend like I’m fucking stupid, or blind! I’m not here for you to feel better about being Sae nii’s play thing,” he snaps, having your eyes wide at the outburst, wringing his hands together in shame. Shame at needing to beg to want him, to care. Shame at longing for his own fucking blood in ways he shouldn’t. Shame at how fucking lesser than he feels. It builds and builds until his face feels hot, and Sae’s stupid fucking smug grin flashes in front of his eyes. He wants to tear his own hair out at it, but it wouldn’t even solve anything.

He can’t escape it, as long as he doesn’t have you as a guarantee. You, little, sweet you— stand there so disarmed, seeming so much younger than you are— tear-filled eyes and crossed arms. It’s the same look you’d get when Sae would goad you into stupid fights that you’d inevitably lose, or any time Rin would pretend to hate you as a kid. You almost seem to topple over with the force of the words, and Rin falls quiet. Your pitiful look is all that’s left in Pandora's box. “Don’t… don’t cry.”

Your bottom lip wobbles until your shoulders pathetically start to drop, like a kitten picked up by her neck, and you scrunch your face in a way he’s never had to see before— it shatters any composure he has left. “I can’t not…” your voice sinks to a whisper, a sad little whimper. “I don’t know- wh-how. I’m sorry, I don’t get you two. I don’t get it— I just can’t- have you leave me too. Don’t leave, nii nii.”

Silvery tracks run all over your cheeks, your chin, down your neck before you finally dare look at him again, and beg. “Please, I’ll do anything you want, I just- Can’t handle it if you leave- hck- Please, Rin. Anything you want, I just- don’t make me go without you too.”

Your hand hovers halfway between grabbing for him and falling short, as you cry- for him. For him to stay, and ask him to, for maybe the first time, give his feelings a chance. Selfishly, so fucking selfishly, it blossoms inside him with a prideful glow. It dismantles him and rebuilds him from the ground up all at once, has his heart beating out of control against the same rib cage that shouldered his guilt, before he manages to peel his tongue from the bottom of his mouth.

“I’m not going anywhere…” his voice manages, almost cracking along with the tremble in his hands as he places them on your sides, sliding to your waist.

The physical, emotional turmoil instantly ebbing away when you crash yourself into his chest, is almost sickening. It doesn’t matter though, not to him, not when he lifts you up into his embrace and your legs wrap around his waist, letting him rest his face against your throat and allowing you to burrow yourself into his arms. “I’m sorry. Your big brothers love you, I promise. I love you. I’m never leaving.” The way you cling to him gets tighter, as if forcefully anchoring you to his chest— and he takes it as space enough to nudge his face up into your view and brush noses in the process. He should feel more guilty. He knows Sae, and he knows you- and despite what the other man might think, Rin has no illusions of being a saint.

Rin knows that Sae told you whatever string of lies that stuck best, asked you to lay down under him and come undone, and you did so without a second thought. And though he hates that thought, it isn’t born out of the goodness of his heart. He wants you to be his, and only his. The brush of his face along yours makes you shiver, and softly shake your head- but he can’t help it. He can’t do you one better than Sae did. His lips hover yours, lashes fluttering under low lids as the salty taste of your tears gets between you. His hand raises to your neck, letting you arms and legs support yourself against him as he pulls you in, and whispers. “Kiss me back.”

+

The small, rounded window reflects back his own face against the dark sky, tipping the dark liquid around the glass in disinterest. First class feels awfully plain now, he almost laughs, sliding the glass along the bar. A pretty, blonde flight attendant passes by, swinging her hips as she tops up the other man’s glass with a smile and deposits another bottle by their sides. Sae doesn’t bother to look up as he fiddles with the fine chain in his pocket.

“Come on, prodigy boy… we’ve got two more hours to kill.” Michael’s small smirk grows when he tosses another few ice cubes into his glass, and tops himself up even further. “Don’t tell me you’re already tuckered out.” The chain slips between his fingers a little as he pulls it out— and lets out a long, pinched breath. Long lashes brush his cheeks as his eyes narrow, and the gold-plated necklace lands in his palm. He pops the small square open.

Even printed so small, your taste is mirrored back onto his tongue, and sets the hairs on his neck on end.

Michael barely gives him a momentary glance, before taking a sip, crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t know you were religious.”

“I’m not.” His thumb brushes ever so briefly over the face in the picture, before he snaps it closed again. And the white blond raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t ask, for once. Maybe he knows the answer won’t satisfy any of his curiosity. Doesn’t matter to Sae. The whites and oranges of the airplane make light spots in the layer of fog outside— and he raises the glass to his lips after all. He wants to groan and yell until he drowns out the noise. Maybe punch something too.

His life has been a string of unfortunate sacrifices… so why. Why is this one any different? The slightly sweet tone under the bourbon hits the back of his throat, and he rests his forehead on the cool bar in hopes of getting a clearer head. Instead of clearing anything, his thoughts start crawling to the forefront again. He thinks of the flow of your hair between his fingers, and the way you say his name. He doesn’t miss home. Doesn’t miss Japan. He just misses the warmth in his chest when he’s able to return to you. God, he hates his pitiful, sentimental crap.

He wonders if Rin’s finally made a move.

+

Your mouth is completely occupied as Rin crawls over you and slides a leg aside to fit his hips against yours— your hands sliding into his hair when you roll back your head with a soft squeak to catch your breath. “Rin, Rin- I don’t think we should- do this.”

Your clothes are discarded by his feet and your pliable body laid out before him as your legs brush his. He shivers as your breath brushes over his cheek, and makes him want to clench his eyes shut to escape it- but he can’t. Never could before, and it’s no different now. He’s entranced by the rise and fall of your chest even under your hands that keep the slightest sliver of modesty. Not like he hasn’t seen all of you before, right?

He allows for a few breaths before he needs to be back to your mouth, opening your lips with his and connecting tongues— and almost knocks teeth with yours in his excitement to get closer. Your tongue on his tastes so good, melting every warm, desperate feeling and slipping it down his throat. Now your palms go to grasp his waist instead, brushing over the exposed skin to squeeze. “Rin.” He’s barely clear headed enough to pull back to cast a glance at you, and he grunts out your name. His face moves to your tits instead, grabbing and licking at every inch of skin that he can, and you whimper. “St-Listen to me. I think- we can’t.”

He can’t listen. His mouth slots over your nipple to bite at it, and you go to grab a handful of his hair with desperate, flexing and unflexing hands. Your chest raises into his touch and the licking and sucking, and it sets everything in his head up in flames. You’re no longer the little sister he wanted to protect. Not when you’re withering in his lap and grinding yourself against him like a slut, begging with fluttering lashes for his cock to drive home. Fuck. “Rin nii~” you whine, your lips are puffy and glistening. “Hmph, listen~” Fuck fuck fuck, he wants to have you crying out his name until it’s carved into his brain.

“What?” he finally manages to breathe back, skipping his hand along your naked thigh. His heart is about to beat out of his chest with you under him, rocking the couch when he raises himself above you. But can you blame him? He’s never been so fucking hard in his life, unable to think of anything but the softness of your body under him, and the taste of you. He slides up to tilt you back more and lets his eyes fall to your naked body again. Maybe he should be used to it by now. Used to you. But everything about you makes his body feel like a balloon that’s about to pop— and he sucks his tongue, fighting the urge to drool over all of you. “What?” he repeats again, eyebrows raising.

Rin realizes a split second before you speak that he doesn’t want to know, sees it in the pitiful look of your half-lidded eyes. But you’re too honest for your own good. “I never told you- that niichan touched me. I’m sorry. I said that we couldn’t- but- but niichan didn’t listen to me. And now he doesn’t like me anymore.” Too fucking honest for your own good. His stupid, pretty little sister splayed out in his fucking lap. How naïve are you? Instead of any solid thoughts crossing his mind, his mouth simply falls open a sliver, and he stares. If he didn’t already believe you… he would probably laugh. “I know I did a bad thing. I’m sorry.” Your lip wobbles, and you pull his hand to your chest to cling onto him. His temperature reaches a boiling point, flushing his brain with red.

“It is bad.” He nudges your face up to his with a soft sigh, and then presses several kisses along your lips. “If you’re gonna do this with anyone, shouldn’t it be me?” He could say that he will regret the way you look up at him with a thousand stars in your eyes. But that would be a lie. He’s out of guilt. His spine tingles with longing, face hot, his cock and balls thumping. It’s impossible to think of anything else. He kisses you again, letting your moans and whimpers drown out anything else, and moves to sit onto the couch. Then he pulls back only to pat his lap, and raises a brow at you as you search his face with your eyes. “Sit here, on your big brother’s lap. Hurry.”

You only hesitate for a few seconds, before he asks a little more sternly, and has you moving. “Do you have any clue how badly I’ve wanted you? Every time I look at you, you look so fucking good. So soft and sexy.”

“Don’t say that stuff,” you squeak, but you don’t fight him.

“I always want you,” Rin simply continues, as you lay your legs on his strong thighs with a pout, “you get my cock so fucking hard, see?” You do see, licking your lips as you take a deep breath and your hips roll against him instinctively. Your hands thread together behind his head, and Rin’s gotta focus so fucking hard not to start fucking the plush of your thighs. “Open your mouth.” He grunts when sliding his long fingers over your tongue, collecting enough spit to coat his fingers.

While his cock bops impatiently against your stomach, he’s transfixed on the embarrassed look in your eyes, and your whimpers as he pulls back. Truly, he’d like to spend hours exploring. And another couple hours giving you back the pure torture you put him through for the last two years. But he can’t, not when his cock is brushing its flushed head all along the belly and smearing pre-cum all over you. “Normally I’d ask you to put your mouth on it,” he grunts, free hand sliding along your cheek and taking a handful of hair, “but you’d have to keep a mouth full of cum.”

“Niichan, don’t-” you whine again, humming when the tug on your hair lingers between painful and pleasurable, “don’t say that~”

He can’t help but grin, licking a long stripe up your chest to your neck, and placing sloppy kisses on the skin. “You don’t like knowing that your big brothers want to fuck you? That you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger?” You mewl when he leaves a bite on your soft skin, before moving his hands to your ass and sliding one down between your legs. Your pussy’s already dripping despite your protest, has him slipping two fingertips inside and curling his hand up into you. He can’t fucking resist. It eats him up from the inside, mouth corners again twitching up. “I think you do like it. I think your pussy’s all-” His fingers fuck up into the soft walls of you, “-fucking-” again and again, leaving you panting, “-mine.” He probably shouldn’t find so much glee in it.

“Mhph,” your fingers dig into his shoulders, and your bottom lip is squeezed between your teeth, before you lean down to kiss him. Soft, almost sweet kisses, if not for the way your body grinds back into his palm and you whine softly like an animal in heat. It’s so fucking cute. It has his cock pulsing as he takes a breath, and looks at the sloppy way you leave his hand.

“Move up,” he quickly mumbles, kissing you back once before your thighs rise and he wipes his fingers on your slicked up mound, then slotting them into his mouth. He can’t even resist moaning out a rumbly, gravelly call of your name before he grabs two hands of your ass and helps you up. “Fuck, you’re so-” everything. If anyone had ever told him he’d be this weak over another person, he would’ve laughed. “Gonna fill you up, finally, f-finally gonna feel your little cunt squeeze around me.” His forehead rests on your chest for a second, placing a few lazy kisses on your tits, before he looks up. And though you look awfully flushed, embarrassed and heated- with teary eyes and puffy, bitten lips- you still run a hand through his hair and along his neck.

Then he lines up and moves you down onto him, and the first touch is all he needs to start feeling cotton fill up his brain. Your pussy takes him so well, sliding inch by excruciating inch onto his cock, and whimpering every second of it— you look spent well before he slides you down the last bit and your walls clench around him hard enough to knock the air out of him. He never thought you that small, but the way you struggle to take him, shaking on your legs and letting out every mewled thought, is so fucking hot. He loves you. Rin’s a sister fucker, and he’s never felt so fucking good in his life.

“Oh, fuck. You’re so tight- t-tiny little pussy… Holy-fuck, ugh—” You’re so warm, and soft, and he can’t help himself. He’s pushing you over onto your back before he can think of it, and places both hands besides you. Wide shoulders cover your view until you’re forced to hang on as he pulls back and fucks back in hard.

The slaps that fill the house as he pumps his thick, heavy cock into you are a melodic dream, making you whine and moan and dig your fingers and nails into his back. “Rin niichan, ah, ah, ahhh- I love you- I love you— ah, l-love you~” He fucks into you without abandon, letting his cock fuck right into the soft, spongey part of your walls and filling you right up. The rhythm he sets is hard and deep, and shakes the couch around enough to hear it groan. But he’s lost in the way your body curls, and you lift your chest to his, head thrown back— and almost choke on your teary whimpers. “F-feels- so gud- ah, I- I’m sorry. Mom, dad, I’m sorry. I love my— big brother!”

It’s like a beast that his balls clap against your ass and his one hand finds purchase between you two to toy with your nipples as he pants. His balls ache, with every wet gush of slick that collects between your two bodies it drives him further into you, fucking the head of his cock deeper and more precicely into you. He can see his cock slide in and out through your belly. It’s vile- in a way that makes everything feel blank, pleasurable and tingling down his spine. “Can you rub your clit for me,” he breathes, and kisses you, sucking on your tongue when you oblige with shaky hands. “Uhuh, such a good little sister. The best- b-best fucking hole, ugh-fuck.”

“Nii nii, I’m close.”

He’s burning through you, losing himself in the pleasure of filling you up all the way as your fingers flit over your puffy clit like he knows you like. He could do it for you if he wasn’t so desperately trying to keep himself from blowing his load, feeling the muscles in his legs, back and shoulders flex as he chases that peak. “Gonna cum? You gonna cum?” Your rapid nodding, paired with the grinding of your hips and your back curling off the couch is enough to have him kissing your pouty lips again, and keeping that same exact punishing rhythm even as your pussy squeezes him tight enough to keep him in you— grunting. You’d be able to kill him here and he’d go happy. “Oh, fuck— so good, so fucking good-”

He can feel you fall over the edge before he sees it, and despite the best of efforts, cums together with you as you cling so hard to his shoulders you’ll leave marks. You cum on his cock as hot ropes of white fill up your clenching pussy, dripping a mess out of your shared orgasms as he shudders on top of you and only stills completely when your moaning goes into a pitched little whine, and then a deep breath of his name. “Rin nii~” you pout, rubbing your palms along his sides a few times. It looks like you want to say something, but can’t find the words, and it warms him from the inside out. But he pulls back a little, cock still awfully hard inside you, and his hand cups your cheek.

“Can you go again? I wanna go again.” Then his lips land on yours, pressing loving kisses all over your face, cheeks, your nose, and you let out a little giggle. “And again, and again, and again.” For the first time in a while, Rin finds himself completely, utterly happy. And not a single thought is out of place.

+

Sae’s staring up at the ceiling of his fancy apartment as he starfishes the bed, and the slow rings have him rolling onto his side. The phone beeps, before going into voicemail again. And he frowns. Your name blinks back at him as he pulls back, and the soft tone of your message rings through the device.

“Hey, I- you don’t normally miss calls… Must be pretty busy over there, huh? This is the third voicemail I’m leaving within two days.” He rights himself to stare out the window of his pristine Barcelona apartment, and runs a hand through his bangs with a click of his tongue. “I uh- I shouldn’t have left without a word. I was- well, I don’t know. I miss- you, I guess.” His air gets a little stuck in his throat, and needs a cough to get going. “Anyways, call me back when you hear this. Niichan’s gonna be playing in the World cup. Tell Rin to get his ass into the lineup already.”

And then, after a long breath, “tell him he kinda owes me.”

FIN

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┌─ “ ! „ TWO OF CUPS .03.

tw. incest, dubcon, peeping, creampie, coercion/emotional manipulation, unintentional voyeurism, jealousy, angst, love triangle wordcount. 5k

part 01 part 02 part 03 part 04

a/n. she's hEREEE she's here the emotional baggage fuckery is back finally!!!! aaaaahhhh yes i finally got off my ass and rewrote and finished part three thanks you so much to @seijorhi and @darlingsanzu for betaing and sitting through my insufferableness about the itoshi sibs i juST ughhhhh!! i hope you like it and yes there will be a part four which should be the final part and yes i will try tofinish it soon-ish &lt;333

itoshi rin x fem!reader x itoshi sae

The picture is a little creased, faded with time, but it’s still visible enough to keep. It’s more valuable than a digital copy, in this case. Because there’s an obvious scratch right over Sae’s perfect smile that gives Rin every reason to want to grin back. At least the wear and tear of the universe is on his side this once. You’re adorable in your matching jersey, little toddler hands sticking out of the arm holes as you’ve wrapped yourself around an equally small him.

Nostalgia isn’t a feeling he wants to linger in much though, because even on an innocent reflection of the past like this one - where Sae is throwing up peace signs and dribbling a ball as the two of you watch enchanted - there’s a treacherous truth displayed.

As he’s holding you, his only baby sister, in his arms, he stares at the ball; the talent, the glory, the unequivocal challenge, and you; you’re watching Sae.

It’s how it's always been, and with a bitter swallow, Rin has to wonder if the way he always trailed two steps behind will be how it ends. If he can’t keep you, if Sae really does take him up on the threat to steal you away from under his nose, would you struggle? Would you even understand if he explained it? Somehow, he doubts it. Somehow, he thinks that you don’t see anything wrong with the fact that you whisper Sae’s name in your sleep.

No simple scratch over Sae’s smile on a childhood picture is going to stop you from loving the guy. And worse still, it isn’t even his picture. It only reappeared in the house when Sae came home to stay with you, creased, cherished, and though Rin isn’t sure if Sae is even capable of true feeling for anything that isn’t himself… it looks loved.

A better man would take that as a sign to back off, maybe. A better man wouldn’t drag his little sister out of a shared bed and strip you down to nothing, pretending to be a helping hand. Kiss your lips, play with your fingers until you give him the first real smile of the day. Hopeful, and deeply, truly forgiving of his every flaw. It’s everything he isn’t. Instead he is towered over you with one hand on the granite tiles with his body just a few breaths from yours as you hum a little song. The showerhead is big enough to have you drenched, and him close enough to have the steam and heat of the water drawing random swirls along his vision, breathing in, breathing out. The heat of the air clears his lungs, but nothing takes the sticky, pressing feeling on his chest away when you’re this close. Breathe in, halfway out as you clear your voice.

“Do you think Sae will be allowed to stay a little longer, nii nii? I know he’s gotta practice, but—” The sound of the shower drums away the rest of your question. Water runs from your neck, along shoulder blades down the line of your back, and he wants to groan and grunt at the way your butt almost brushes his fucking cock. It’s ungodly. It’s vile, and maybe if you were any less trusting, you could feel the way his eyes roam when you tell yourself ‘no looking’, or how his waist ‘accidentally’ brushes up against you almost every time. You’re none the wiser, though, that’s the problem. “Rin nii?” He looks up from your steamy, perfect fucking body that’s chubbing up his cock to lean his chest against your shoulder as he grabs the shampoo bottle, and gives a faint hum to signal hearing you.

“It’s just been so long since we were all together again,” you breathe then, and hum so softly, encouragingly, as his long fingers find your head to slosh the artificial fruit scent around your scalp. Another little noise has his lashes fluttering, sliding his other hand down your neck to take a solid hold of your shoulder. And then a puffed breath, as you turn halfway towards him and make him catch a flash of your perfect fucking tits, to make matters even worse. Truly, you must believe him to be a saint, he thinks as all his muscles flex and unflex. He’s so wound up with Sae being around to ruin it that he can barely stand looking at you without wanting to grab his cock and pull until he sprays cum all over the swell of your ass. “Ahh, that feels- ah- really good.” He can’t help it. Nothing makes the longing go away.

“Thank you for taking care of me, niichan… I- I don’t like being alone.”

Dead silence. He needs dead silence to get over your unapologetic admiration. To be locked up in solitary confinement and have a metal rod jammed through both ears, probably. Rin swallows the thick feeling on his tongue to the best of his ability, watching the soap run down your hair, before ever so gently leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. And one to your jaw, and neck, and then the crook of your shoulder. Forget about anything else, his brain blares, forget about — his voice cracks when he calls your name and wraps a lone arm around your stomach to stop you from moving. “You know I love you, right?”

You seem similarly frozen in time for a few tense heartbeats, water rushing along your face and making every inch of you glitter under the lights. Before you wipe your eyes and nose, and nod. “I know. I love you too, nii nii.”

Your lashes are dark, long, and too wet. And your lip bobs up and down a few times as you go to smooth your hands down his chest, and Rin can’t fucking help it— think that you’re looking through him. There’s a commotion outside the hall before the way you look at him can be addressed. The door creaks as it opens, before footsteps make their way to the bathroom and there’s a little knock. Sae’s voice is low and sleep filled as he calls out your name, and you pull your hands away from Rin. Leaving your touch to burn long after it’s gone.

“Are you in the shower?”

“Mhm, I’m almost done.” He doesn’t want to look at the way you fidget, and draws his hand back from it’s steady position on your hip to grab some soap.

Sae’s irritating mockery of a voice is strangely gentle when speaking to you, and he imagines his brother leaning against the door as he talks. “That’s okay. Want me to join you?” Rin almost chokes on it. You don’t hesitate to hum, and play your fingers along your hand palm.

“If you want to. Rin’s in here too, so there’s not that much room, but-” The sharp snort from beyond the door cuts you off, but Rin would overlook that any day if Sae would just keep his damn mouth shut. As if he’d ever be that lucky.

“Ah, I was wondering where you went. You’re showering with our little sister? Fucking pervert.” The cold laugh only makes his eyebrows lace together harder, as his jaw clenches hard. The irony is lost on you, of course, because you look at Rin with a little head tilt. And try to shy away from him when he grabs your hand to lace it together. “Well, let me know when you’re done. I need to head to the store later and I wanna shower first. Hurry it up.”

+

Adrenaline pumps through his blood as he wipes some of the sweat of his brow. The short blades of grass crunch under his feet, and the ball flies - as usual - in a perfect arch towards the one corner of the goalpost, heading home. The field’s otherwise abandoned, and the cold sky makes his puffs of hot breathing into little clouds that linger before fizzling into nothing.

Only the bright white of large led lights, and to the side, you. You’re buried in his jacket, hands deeply hidden into the oversized pockets as you walk from the boundary lines towards him. “Nii nii!” Your voice bounces around the space overzealous, and it warms his face instinctively. It’s entirely too domestic. As he leaves the spare balls to jog up to you, his stomach flips. It’s down season, so really, this should be his rest time. But he’s been… unusually agitated, for lack of any better way to describe it. Days seem longer when he can’t even get close to you without receiving a sneer or a disbelieving chuckle from some corner of the house.

Your shared house, of just you and him. Sae doesn’t care nearly enough about what should be the consequences if it were anyone else. He could just kick him out, if it were different. But sadly, you’re not anyone else, and you’d sooner bend yourself into impossible shapes than willfully ask your other brother away. It’s not like he’s being more distant for the redhead’s sake. No, he wants to let out a dry chuckle at the idea, anything but. If it was up to just him, he’d let Sae rot in his sourness and implications. It’s only out of necessity, because you care about what Sae thinks of you. And the guy fucking knows it.

Rin instead takes in with a tiny smile how you’re dressed entirely in his clothing, like you’re some cheesy couple, unwilling to be separate people from one another for even a second. It calms the possessiveness enough to pull you into him when you reach him, two hands full of ass as he makes you wrap your arms around his neck and picks you up against his sweaty body. “Mhm, you look cozy.”

Your mouth quirks up before you giggle, and let him bury his face into the side of yours.

He kisses you, leaning down into it before you can say another word, and you giggle an embarrassed little ‘Rin’ into his lips before pulling away. But his large hands are still holding you off of the floor and forcing you into another hug, and you don’t struggle much against it anyway. He should really be more embarrassed. About the way his lips long to slot over your pulse point and bathe you in possessive kisses that leave the deepest marks. After just a few kisses along your neck you pull back and mumble something about the tickling, and then land back onto the ground when he puts you down.

It’s second nature for you to attach yourself to Rin’s body when looking up at him and to wrap your arms around his waist, and in turn, he does his best to keep his eyes from wandering too much. “It’s cold, why’re you out here? Watch niisan play?” Your fingers squeeze before you breathe, and your smile slips just a little. Obvious.

And whatever sort of look must come over his face has you grabbing him a little tighter, keeping the hug going. He doesn’t want to think about the millions of times he’s demanded it with so much unveiled disdain that you’re always trying to soothe him. He doesn’t want to think it, but for some reason- it still pops up into the back of his head. You nuzzle into his chest, hope the warmth in your eyes sinks down into his bones. But the moment can’t last, and you eventually open your mouth to let out a slow mumble. “Sae nii wants to take me to some new bar in Kabukicho. I’ll be back soon though.”

Though his mouth tugs down, he lets out a hum, and a dry, non-amused chuckle follows. “Yeah. Do whatever. Sae’s only here every so often, right?” He turns to get away from the way your face falls, unable to help it. Rin rolls his tongue around against the roof of his mouth. Like taffy, the jealousy sits in his mouth and sours a little further each time he swallows. It’s a special kind of torture.

You try to help it, as always, sewing the tearing edges together as best you can. But it’s no use. As long as Sae keeps winning, Rin will keep fighting back. That’s just the way of things in the Itoshi household. “You can come with us, nii nii,” you pout into the dusty clouds of breath that covers your face in fog. But the noiret stands fast. Pride is an ugly thing when it gets broken. It now winks at him each time he walks around in his own house. Try as he might, he can’t escape you. And though your eyes might flick towards the eldest for guidance, he knows it’s only a matter of time before Sae runs ahead again and leaves you stranded in his wake.

From somewhere on the parking lot, an expensive car roars and flashes it’s lights to call for attention. Your shoulders square as you hide yourself further into his puffer jacket, and your long lashes seem to plead with him. “Rin nii?”

“I have to practice,” he mumbles back, and drops the ball onto the curve of his foot to set it into another long arch across the field— anything to keep himself from having to look at your face as it falls. “Get home safe.” You take a shuddered, little breath, before your shoulders fall and you turn to make your way back to the sideline and past it. He feels bad, sort of, but tonight is a little rough.

He wants to just play out here until his toes and fingers go numb. He doesn’t want to see how your eyes shine when Sae gives you a sliver of attention, when his own betray him as a man who spent most of his life loving you. Surely he has more self respect than that. 

+

There was always something selfish about it. About the way he would run ahead, hogged toys and attention, and cherished himself. A greedy, unrelenting draw towards success, whatever that even meant when he was 6 and beating everyone around him in athletics and running them off his tail faster than people could wish to admit. A monster of ‘natural talent’ that called his name from the quiet confines of the spotlight, and for good reason, he was more than glad to shake hands and let it run wild upon his life. That selfishness wouldn’t be pushed aside for anything. Or anyone.

It was only an unfortunate consequence that you and Rin had to come after. Sae didn’t start out trying to antagonize anyone. Despite that — time changes things. Fractures once familiar memories. Unties knots. He might have started out not trying to antagonize Rin, but he isn’t stupid. Sometimes it feels like that’s all they’re good for now. If not for you. Their smallest, trying to glue the shards back together again and again and over again.

It was always that way. Their little fixer, their little cheerleader. The favorite bench warmer, or something like that. Rin sets alight at the core when he looks at you, and he’s not exactly good at hiding it. The only reason your parents didn’t see it was a plea of sanity, and a little bit of delusion. How do you make peace with the fact that not one, but all of your children have crossed opposing wires in their brain? That your pedestal-raised, untamed prizes of offspring have taken to tying the last remaining semblance of normalcy to their own side with diamond chains. It’s only a matter of time before one of the chains gives out, and the perfect, little family shatters.

The fan buzzes with a soft hum that has him glancing over his shoulder at the side of your face, cheeks soft and long lashes hiding admiring, unrelenting hope in your eyes each time they find him. No, Sae isn’t stupid. He knows that you call him much more often than you’re willing to tell Rin about, and that you like it a little too much when his hand slides down your spine to pull you into him. He knows that you don’t just look at him with a platonic appreciation. And that it’s as much his fault for letting it get this far as it is yours for pining for something that wasn’t meant to be yours. But that’s what happens when big brother becomes an unattainable standard that parents set, isn’t it? You find ways to close the gap.

Your unconscious way of closing the gap is to place yourself on the edge of his bed and talk, talk until you can’t talk a second longer. Usually until he shuts you up by wrapping his arms around you and kissing you until you run out of air in your lungs to make it a second longer. That’s how it started, all those years ago. A sleepless night of sudden, self-shattering doubt, where he’d snuck across the hall in the comfort of twilight. And settled for a soft, misguided kiss; just to prove he could.

And you being you, had looked at him with those big, clueless doe eyes and hadn’t peeped a word about it— because who are you if not undyingly loyal to the worst of the worst. Sae doesn’t get it. But it seems he is, at heart, exploitative by nature, right? Why else would one kiss have turned into two, and then many, stuffing his insecurities deep within his little sister until she breaks first.

Your cheek is rolled against the couch now, and your legs tucked close against him as he watches a rerun of another old match, but it seems that tonight, something’s different. Ever since he stole you away from Rin yesterday, the guy’s been unapologetically standoffish. And now you’re unusually quiet. Or, not so much unusual as uncomfortable, and making it unable to ignore it. Sulking and sniffling in the crook of your elbow with all the poise of a third grader.

His face turns to regard you, and he clicks his tongue. “What’s the problem?”

You don’t speak for a moment, but eventually have to give in to the unfailing stare burning a hole between your brows. Voice soft as it lays open the groundwork, and suddenly Sae’s throat closes up. “I miss Rin nii.”

The house is too quiet.

+

The thumping of the headboard is sort of unbearable. Cold and cruel and too noisy even for him, but it’s nothing compared to the thrill he feels singing into his blood as your eyes are closed tight, cheeks and ears burning with heat, and tears suffocating most of your cries for the low, clueless way you mumble his name. In some ways, he had wanted to do things differently. If it had been possible to contain his temper for once in his life, maybe he would have liked to try to make you happy with a gentle kiss and an even softer admission of guilt.

Apologized for fucking you up the way he did. Take responsibility.

The way he’s got both your wrists in one hand and his other on your throat isn’t gentle or soft. But Sae isn’t exactly one to look a gift horse in the mouth either. Your thick pearls of tears down your temples are enough to have him gritting his teeth and letting his hips connect yet again with the skin of your ass as he slots himself right between your legs. “Niichan, Sae niichan~” you whine out so pitifully below him, gasping and squirming and grabbing at his shoulders.

He grunts. “I don’t want to hear it.” You look like you’re not sure whether to beg him to get closer, deeper- or to drag your nails down his face- and the look has him biting his bottom lip so hard it soon tastes only of copper. Eventually though, a thought makes it through the squeezed opening of his throat, and he grabs your face to aim it at him. “You got some fucking nerve. It— Rin didn’t care about you until he realized that I wanted you. I was the one who cared first. Me.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice as it comes out raspy and only interrupted by his own hysterical heartbeat, and he stares deep into your matching irises again. “Me. Say it.”

Your mouth twists into a thin line, wobbly as his cock slides between soft lips and makes the wetness squelch between your bodies. His sweat beads at his hairline, and your nails dig deeper into his shoulder. He ruts himself deep, with a steady rhythm that rings through the house and makes your legs shake. Eventually you crack a little when he pries your chin from the way you hide it into your shoulder, and kisses you hard. He means it though, through teeth and spit all the same. “Sae nii- iichan,” your voice breaks when you mumble it, and a trail of silver runs along your temple. You still try to pull out of his white knuckled grip, pouting. “I don- I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I just meant that- I- didn’t want to m-make -hick- Rin nii upset. Let go of me.”

“Why should I?”

He holds his steady thrusting for just a moment to regard you seriously, and watch the way the heat in your face swirls all around. Lips plump and parted, sweetened by his mouth. Skin sticky, your pussy leaving glimmering slick all over his thumping cock. You don’t say anything, and he moves instead to rub your puffy clit under his thumb with too much precision. It makes you squirm, and makes you pant and whimper. You don’t like to face the facts, don't like it when he calls you out for it. But as much as you can’t tell him no with his hands on your body and your tits in his mouth, he wants to hear you say he’s the favorite sibling.

His voice is a little gravelly still when you whine his name and he shuts you up by burying his cock to the hilt into the hot clutch of your tight cunt, and licking along your tongue. “You love me. I know you do.” It’s about the one thing he knows for sure about you. His neck burns when your hand slides along it to tug through the shorter hair, and whine against his mouth and nod.

“I love you, Sae niichan. L-love -y-you.”

With a short chuckle he pulls back, eyes wide and feeling a little too hysterical, just as fired up as he is on the field. Maybe even more. You’d deserve that much. His throat is dry as he slides the head of his cock against that spongy part of your walls and when your eyes flutter hard, grabs your tits too. Your knees land by your shoulders as his balls clap against your ass and you look so pathetically at his mercy, a little sister cunt just for him. Your crystal tears roll over in bunches, as he jackhammers his fat, hot cock into you. Until your eyes roll and your toes start curling into the blankets. Only then does he allow for the way you clamp at him to get pulled a little tighter, a little softer.

“Cumming? You’re big brother’s favorite girl, mhm-” he grunts, red hair sticking to his forehead, as he leans into the embrace just enough to fuck with heavy thrusts into the tightness of your hot pussy until it starts spasming around you. “Best -f-fucking pussy around. No one does it like you, ‘mouto.” He only notices there’s a tear when it tickles his collarbone on the way down, and no, no— he’s not crying over this. Not as you stare up at him through almost closed eyes with a hung universe in your eyes. Fuck. He hides his face into yours by crashing his lips to yours and letting his tongue swallow all of your moans and noises until you start really shaking, and clamping your legs around his body.

You cum with Sae’s tongue down your throat, and his arms burn as he lifts himself up from your body to fuck though the incredible feeling of you clenching down on him hard enough to black him out. It hurts how good you feel, before his hips automatically speed up with each noisy ‘pap’ to chase his own orgasm. “Niichan, niichan, y-you c-,” you break yourself off with a high pitched aftershock, and tug at the hair still locked between your fingers, “feels- so- g-gud- niichan!

“F-fuck, I-ugh.” His cock is so hot as he spills white ropes of cum into your dripping pussy before he even has a chance to think about it, pulling out halfway to spurt the rest of it between your legs with a rasped swear, before collapsing to your side and beaming in the sticky heat of the room. “Holy fuck.” Your arms wrap around his stomach and you bury your face into his side, and for a moment, he even allows his arm to wrap back around your shoulders. Because you’re good. You’re so good to him.

He doesn’t know how long you lay with him, but eventually the shallow breathing and soft touches cool, and when they do— he feels numb. The hot-headedness is gone. And with it comes the ice-cold realization that he’s gone and done it now. Your cheeks are still warm against his chest, and you shiver a little when he sits up. He hums. “Y'kno, this is a pretty nice guest room, but I’m kinda missing my own bed.”

A small frown digs itself between your brows on your pretty face. Your hands go for the blankets first, cover yourself up a little, and then you follow the way he sits up to shake off some of the daze. And his heart beats hard, too hard, when he slides off the side and your unsure look turns into a pout. “Sae nii. I-”

“Help me find my boxers.” The clamminess of the room is too fucking much, you have to understand that. The soft shuffle isn’t enough to ignore the way you’re burning holes into his skin. So he shrugs it off and picks a new pair out of the dresser instead, putting it on. And for a moment it works. Pulling on a shirt, sweater and some sweatpants is enough to clear his head just enough to toss you a bottle of water. You don’t catch it, and it lands with a sad poof on the soft covers.

But it’s nothing compared to the way you ruffle the softness even closer to your body, and your voice is barely a breath as you bite your tongue. “Sae nii?”

A dark room has never felt so revealing. He adjusts the sleeves of his sweater, giving a sideways glance to the crown of your head. Any lower he can’t stomach. “I’m heading home,” his voice comes out dry, as he opens the door to the hall, and heads straight for the car keys.

+

Rin doesn’t say anything when the door of your room opens, but he’s awake. 03:25— the blue light informs, and he slowly manages to pull one of the headphones out by its cord. Your small shape curls into bed like a fawn, slow and unsteady, and you breathe his name. But it isn’t the same, and it only takes a few seconds for him to feel, as well as see, how you nuzzle up half onto him. You’re cold, and your hands shake a little when you look into his eyes and go to melt your foreheads together.

In any other situation, he would think he was dreaming. Cross my heart and hope to not to wake, lucid in love. In any other situation, you wouldn’t be up halfway through twilight as you go in mouth first to his own and kiss him hard and deep enough for him to feel your heartbeat. Your lips are sweet though, and your one hand wraps thumb and fingers all along his shoulder, and squeezes until you shake. You push your tongue into his mouth as Rin’s eyes blink away the darkness, and his tongue brushes yours. It’s wet and hot and too real, your free hand going to find his where it rests on his chest, and you drape your leg over the rest of his body.

And he floats. Shakes, with tongue against tongue and your mouth slotted against his when you moan into it. This isn’t how you kiss him. This surges through his blood like poison, and has him humming back and pulling you further on top of him until you stop shaking so hard.

Your nose and lashes are wet, but you kiss him full of sugar and leave every inch of him in ambers. Rin allows you to curl up on his chest like you need, and links fingers with you, as he kisses down your mouth and neck as you gasp and pant and shiver like a bunny. Shoves his hands under Sae’s spare shirt to drag his long fingers along your spine, and you cry, and you cry, and you cry.

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I really liked you oral hc cna you write something similar for kunigami, shidou, sae and aiku?

FIRST TIME GETTING ORAL

yess thank you baby! ♡♡♡ repost from my other blog

contains kunigami rensuke, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae and aiku oliver

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ KUNIGAMI ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- you guys have been getting off together for a while before you do much else - he loves watching you cum more than anything, but i think he’s aware he’s big and would rather make sure you’re definitely comfortable with him before anything - when he notices you’re getting real fidgety he’ll ask if you want to suck him off and of course you say yes, wanting nothing more than to finally get a taste - definitely knows what to do and how, helps you get on your knees and keeps your hair back, using his free hand to spit in it and give himself a few pumps - when you watch him with those big doe eyes, letting his big, heavy cock rest on your tongue that’s probably his favorite sight - he’s big, like big big, so you really have to stretch your jaw to get him into your mouth, mainly focussing on sucking on the head and using your hands for the rest - and he looks so pretty with his chest heaving and face flushed, watching you struggle to take him into your cock, grunting your name every time he struggles to hold his hips back from bucking into your mouth - you suckling on his fat cock as he pulls your hair tighter and keeps you close to him his favorite things to do after, could let you play with his cock for hours - and he’ll probably lose it any time you crawl over him to ask if you can suck him off, balls already tightening at just the idea of getting to cum in your pretty mouth - he’s obsessed with how lewd you look staring up at him and humming around his cock or sucking his heavy balls

“shit, baby, fuck- your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans, letting you dig your nails into his thick thigh as tears run down your face. “you like that, ha? like this fat cock on your tongue?”

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SHIDOU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- are you sure you want to suck him off he’ll abuse your poor throat no mercy… but yeah, this fucker has been waiting for you to dare ask - knows exactly what he wants, he probably has you in his lap, riding his fingers when you ask so sweetly to help him out - and as soon as you do he’s rolling you over to let your head hang over the side of the bed, shoving his boxers off and kicking them across the room - there’s really no going slow, he’ll just give you his cock and keep feeding you more and more until he bottoms out - you gagging around him and the bulge in your throat is all that has his attention even with your hands clinging painfully hard to him - fucks your face with deep, precise thrusts that really have very little mercy, maybe even wraps his hand around your throat to give more pressure and watch you beg - eventually he does let you up for some rest though, instead letting you suckle his balls as he returns to your pussy and gets you right to the edge - no matter how many times you beg him ‘ryusei, ryu, please’, you’re not coming until he cums first - he’s not a total monster of course, you get to choose where he cums for you <3 - but you’re most likely to be hoarse after shidou is done using your mouth or your tongue, rubbing himself on your pretty, pink tongue until your jaw aches

“just a little more, a little more, pet- that’s it, so good for me~. look at you taking it so, so well, hm? such a pretty little cockslut.”

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SAE ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- the only reason you didn’t immediately suck him off as soon as you went home with him that first night is because he insisted, and every time after that - he generally takes his time with you, driving you crazy and making you slick up your underwear before doing anything else - he makes it a game to see how desperate and vulnerable he can make you - definitely fantasizes a lot about how you’ll look taking his cock, that’s probably the main thing he thinks about when fucking his hand or getting pictures or videos - so when he finally has you kissing down his stomach and shuffling his boxers down, revealing more and more of his hard cock, he can’t help but stare with a flush and open mouth when his cock almost hits you in the face - lets you do most of the work, he’ll hold your hair out of the way if you want but he’s much more focused on your tongue licking up and down his shaft, around the rim of the head - kinda loses control when you let your tongue brush the slit of the flushed, sensitive head and grips your face deathly tight, almost begging to just put it in already - so when you let him in and he feels your throat so soft and tight around him he can’t help but fuck up into your face, pulling you down onto his cock again n again - he sounds so good though, voice a bit raspy and mumbling out random thoughts and calls of your name, praising you so well - he probably does cum before he can warn you too, because of the feeling of all your spit running down his cock and balls just feeling so good and sensitive

“ah, ah, angel- pl-take it all inside, stop teasing.” he looks down between his legs to watch you sink down another inch, voice dropping. “you look so fucking filthy, holy shit. do that again.”

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ AIKU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

- it’s hard for me to believe you’re not already sucking this man’s cock all day every day when you get the chance but maybe you’ve been taking it slow - would be totally down with you drooling over the idea a little longer before giving it to you, is probably so pretty and heavy and definitely has a happy trail - if you just so manage to find yourself between his legs one night, nosing his lap on the bed and begging for some attention, he’d suggest you suck his cock - loves having your hands on his cock almost as much as your mouth, there’s just something so attractive about having your much smaller hands under his as you jack him off together - licking the head lazily, getting all that precum on your tongue and getting him nice and wet, he whispers soft but nasty things to get you wet too - will give you a pillow or his hand or even encourage you to grind on your heel for friction as you suck at the head of his cock, popping it in and out of your mouth - the best at getting you so desperate to take all of him even if it’s hard, letting you swallow around him a few times before thrusting deeper and deeper - his voice and smell and the way he grips your face, insisting he do the work as he slides in and out of your mouth and rolls his hips against your face is heavenly - would pinch your nose or make you gag on purpose though, and if you’re 69ing he’ll push your face down between his legs more until you’re nosing his balls - will probably hit your cheeks or tongue with his cock if you’re getting too bratty, and uses your mouth as stress relief once you’re used to it

“that’s it, doll, take daddy’s cock nice- and- deep. doesn’t that feel good? let me see that pretty pussy of yours.” he chuckles when you whine and shake around his cock, clenching your lids shut from his harsh eyes. “you’re ruining our bedsheets, baby love.”

#blue lock smut #bllk smut #kunigami #shidou #itoshi sae #aiku oliver #tw.daddy #tw.choking #bllk.txt #blue lock #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.kunigami #💫ch.shidou #💫ch.sae #💫ch.oliver

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┌─ “ ! „ TWO OF CUPS

tw. incest, jealousy, angst, much more explicit in the next chapter wordcount. 2k

part 02 part 03

a/n. there's maybe one or two more parts have planned. this is your fuckingggg sweet gentle nudge of a reminder if you haven't read blue lock yet,, dO IT bABIES PLEASE omFGGD thE men are so so so hot i love them so much. crosspost from my other acc!

itoshi rin x fem!reader x itoshi sae

“Rin. Rin.” The room is still dark except for the blaring light you’re holding up to your face, making him grunt, roll over, and close his eyes again. You don’t say anything for a while which only makes him sigh, because he’s been around you long enough to know that it isn’t an admission of defeat on your part. “Rin,” you whisper again, and this time he cracks one eye open long enough to glare at you and the way your pretty face is lit in harsh angles by your phone screen. “Sae nii is back.”

“Great,” he grumbles, taking his pillow from below his cheek to instead plop it over his head, wrapping it over his skull. The room is hot, clammy, which makes the covers sticking to his skin even more uncomfortable. You call again, muffled now, but before you can repeat yourself fully, he blows a sharp breath through his nose and lifts one end of the pillow to glare at you again, more narrowed. If it wasn’t so dark, you’d probably comment on him getting permanent wrinkles like that, would probably press your thumb between his brows to smooth out the harsh line there with an understanding smile. “It’s the middle of the night, what the hell do you want?” he still snaps, unable to keep the venom out of his voice.

“Niichan’s back home,” you mumble. He can’t tell if it’s excitement or pity left on your face when the light of your phone goes out, only able to make out the slow movement of your lashes, and the way you grip the blankets a bit closer to your body. Your one shoulder has slipped out from the thin fabric you always wear to bed, seeming to wink at him from the distance between you both. You bring a hand up to run it along your neck and shoulder, smoothing out some ache you’ve complained about for a few days now, before he closes his eyes again in a last attempt to fall asleep. ‘Why should I care,’ he bites back under his breath, and you ignore it in favor of prodding his side with nimble fingers. “The drive is long. Come with me, Rin nii?”

“He’s got enough money, tell him to take a taxi.” You lob the other pillow against his head without hesitation this time, making him let out a soft ‘uph’, before suddenly sitting up on the mattress and towering you from his seated position. “What’s your problem?” It’s an empty question, he already knows the answer.

You look pretty like this, gentle and open as you watch him get his bearings. There’s a bit of hair sticking to your bottom lip when he is able to make out your face in the dark, long lashes splayed around sleepy, perfect eyes, and his hand twitches in his lap with the urge to brush it away from your face entirely. Weak idiot.

“Please come with me?” Even before you reach for his arm to cuddle it to your chest, even before you jut out your bottom lip, he’s already shifting his weight for you. Weak fucking idiot. He takes a breath, gives you a push against your forehead and moves over you to reach for the shirt at the end of the bed.

“Go get the stinkin’ car keys and put on some clothes.” You’re up with a small chuckle, sliding off the edge to smile back at him, before moving back to the hall. Rin’s eyes follow you as you leave, tracking along the curve of your spine, exposed thighs, printing the way you dart out of the room into his brain before falling back in bed. He takes a deep breath, feels his heart beating against his ribcage like a ticking time bomb. His large hands glide over his cheeks a few times, rubbing his eyes, before he bites his bottom lip. “Fuck. Moron.”

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You take his car, talking much too excitedly about being up at 4am, something he can’t help but snap at you for when you laugh at his annoyance. But with the roads so quiet, like the entire world has stopped and made room for the two of you— just you and him, it’s easier to place that feeling sewn between his lungs and his heart, pressing on his stomach a little any time you look his way, or smile, or rest your head against his shoulder. And even though he’s become a master at ignoring the mulling thoughts tucked far back in his head, there’s a part of him that hopes the drive doesn’t end too soon.

He drops his hand to the gearbox and shifts, trying to keep his eyes strictly on the road ahead as you drag your hand through the air out the window, creating a draft that blows his hair every which way. He grunts. It’s impossible to ignore your humming, or the way the orange street lights flick over you like blaring warning signs. “Close it,” he mumbles, and of course you don’t. Your smaller hand just keeps going. It bobs up and down like a dolphin a million times, only stopping when your fingers get too cold and you stuff them between your thighs with a laugh. He can’t help but bite his lip again, before closing the window from the obnoxious rattling of the wind.

The music you put on earlier is long forgotten, as you drive through a tunnel and soft static fills the car. He clears his throat, before glancing at you again through the corner of his eye. There’s such an innocent type of relief on your face, face relaxed and open and vulnerable. He can’t stand it. He knows the world better than you do, knows Sae better than you do too, and there’s nothing both want more than to snuff out that last bit of goodness to make it their own. Rin just focuses on the end of the tunnel, tapping his finger against the wheel impatiently. “Sae might not be as excited to see you as you hope he’ll be, y’know.”

The car leaves the tunnel, exposing the night sky and all it’s stars again, and you pout. “Niichan never seems truly excited though.” You raise your shoulders to your ears, before stretching your arms out before you, shifting up the shirt you tossed on over your shorts. Boxers, his. He holds the immediate response of telling you off for it to watch how it falls around your thighs, just visible from under the zip-up sweatshirt. “I’m just happy we’re all together again, s’all, Rin nii,” you mumble, before reaching over the console again to rest your head against his shoulder for the little bit of intimacy you can get like this, “you don’t have to be.”

Instead of driving the last part like you promised you’d do, you fall asleep on him, snuggling closer into his neck and making driving unintentionally difficult, but he doesn’t wake you up. Doesn’t say a damn thing when glancing to the side as your song plays in the background, as you mouth the words sloppily into his skin.

He can only obey your wish as he parks and stares up at the front of Tokyo International Airport, gently nudging you back into the land of the conscious. He pretends pretty well that his skin doesn’t feel like popping like a balloon when you lean in and kiss him full on the mouth in thanks, wrapping your arms around his neck for a few seconds.

Not long enough too soothe him when you pull out your phone right after, but plenty long to make his lips tingle, the warmth of your embrace and the smell of you to linger on his collar. Rin barely looks up from his hands when you pick up and he can hear his brother’s voice on the other end, going along in your rambling of something about the gate, his car— he doesn’t really care to listen.

You look happy, truly, fully happy, when you toss open the car door and run to meet the dark clad figure walking up halfway in a tackling hug. He frowns, clicks the car keys out, and watches how you gush something at the oldest, let him lean in and press a kiss to your forehead, to your cheek, and finally your mouth.

The mouth you so eagerly, innocently pressed against him just seconds earlier. Of course, it’s not like that— it’s never been like that to you; your morality a pretty strict black and white between what is familial affection, and what is more. Rin knows that as well as Sae does, and that’s exactly why he knows that Sae is anything but fair when he squeezes you to his chest and whispers into your ear. He looks over when you point at the car, seeming to meet his eyes with pinpoint accuracy even in the dark. You drag him over to the car behind you, and motion Rin to get out. He doesn’t, trying to ignore the way your mouth corners fall.

Just a few seconds longer he wishes to pretend that it’s just you and Rin in this car, just you and Rin in this life. Just a bit longer to imagine that he doesn’t have to fight his older brother on every single thing he cares about. Sae opens the door for him, leaning his head inside with a small smile. “Hey, little brother, d’ya miss me?”

“Not one bit,” Rin breathes back, smiling along when Sae laughs at that. He can read it in his eyes though, that testy attitude hasn’t changed one bit. The oldest Itoshi will always be the fan to his flames, no matter how much older he gets. A fact of life you’re blind to, sadly.

“I’m sure you didn’t. If I also had our little sister to keep me company, I’d be the luckiest guy in the world. You should come along some time,” he gives your pretty smile a quick glance, before opening the car door wider, letting in more cold air, “the team would adore her.” He squeezes your hand in his before he brings it up to his mouth, holding his brother’s eyes, before he finishes. “Maybe even marry one of them.”

“I’m probably not getting married to anyone from your team,” you giggle from the side, clinging to the oldest brother’s side like it pains you to let go of him just yet. “Besides, I have to stay here to support Rin, y’know?” You lick your lips before you glance back at Rin, completely missing the knowing, smug grin that Sae slips on, nodding along with your words.

“Hmm, guess you’re right, little sister. Rin’s lucky to have you too.” There’s a tightness that keeps pushing down on Rin’s heart more the longer he watches the interaction, keeping his expression as neutral as he can before running a hand under his eye, scratching it once in an attempt to distract himself. This is his type of game, Rin can only think, his brother has gotten the provocation down to a science. But he doesn’t say anything else, and Sae taps his long, slender fingers on the window a few times, before nodding at him. “Well, hop out, you drove here.”

“It’s fine-” Rin starts, only to get the weight of his brother’s hand on his shoulder.

“You get into the back seat with her and let me drive, okay? I appreciate it.” There’s a barely visible motion of Sae’s head to indicate Rin to move, which he does with a deep sigh.

You peel yourself from the oldest’ side to make way and happily get into the back seat though, basically dragging Rin along after you. “Us two in the back seat, niinii? It’s almost like when we were kids, I missed this.” He doesn’t move when you practically drape yourself over him, both much too used to getting all the physical affection in the world from him before, and too deprived of it to keep to yourself now.

You’re already falling asleep again when Rin carefully lays his arm around your back and pulls you a little closer, barely enough energy to watch Sae load in his luggage or pull out of the parking spot. You mumble a soft “missed you s’much, Sae nii,” before soft snores fill the car, and Sae turns off the radio entirely.

But when Rin meets his brother’s eyes through the rearview mirror, he only blinks once, then pulls his lips into a tight line. “You could stand to thank me more for leaving, Rin. After all, that’s the only reason you still have a shot, right?” And the tight ring around his heart pulls even tighter when he pulls you a bit closer yet again, dropping his mouth to your crown. Your limp hand sprawled out across his lap is easy to link his fingers between, and it’s almost easy to pretend like you liked him this much all along.

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┌─ “ ! „ TWO OF CUPS .02.

tw. incest, mutual masturbation, dubcon, jealousy, angst, love triangle wordcount. 3k

part 01 part 03

a/n. blue lock blue lock blue lock. i know people might be waiting for some other stuff a bit more than this but as i'm still working on a big assignment i'm resorting to crossposting from my other acc for now!

itoshi rin x fem!reader x itoshi sae

He’s thought about damnation a lot, has thought about what it would look like as the end of his days come to a final count once- maybe twice. It’s a vague outline of himself, he imagines, a dark shadow trailing behind him every step. Invisible, but present. It’s not like he sees damned written with heavy, crooked letters mirrored back on his forehead when he looks, but then again, he never looks quite that hard.

Never stares at his reflection in shame like he probably should, getting sick off of the many lies laced under his skin. He’s not really waiting for it either. He’s not religious anyway, gave that up a long time ago with the promise of your hands linked in his, staying close enough for him to cling to.

It’s only damnation when they are damned regardless, with no intention of repenting. And repenting— that would require him being away from you long enough to clear out his head from you, which isn’t going to happen. The icy water glides down a parched throat until it fills his entire stomach, rivulets missing his lips and traveling down the stretch of his neck instead, dripping down his shirt. He imagines that’s the kind of stain everything else leaves on him too, revisiting the pain again and again each time he breathes. Each time he eats, or sleeps, or runs his body into the ground trying to escape it.

The truth is, there is no escape, he’s tried. Like fucking Hell, he has. He’s bent and broken himself into ridiculous shapes for forgiveness, and still— still it sits on his tongue like a poison, thick, heavy, unrelenting, and only pretends to fade with each break of day. You’re soft in the mornings, entirely mellow and wanton, like no touch he gives you is too much. He reaches down to nudge your chin upward, tilting your face skyward to greet the sun -for him, never with him- because he doesn’t illusion himself to think you’re on the same sinking playing field he has been cast off to.

He’s nothing but a weary, drowning sinner; and you his savior. If the glove fits, you might as well wear it, right? “Mornin’ niinii,” you drawl before he dips his lips to yours, brief enough not to be weird, to wash away the connotations that linger unspoken on his lips. Because of course they linger, there’s nothing about his sins that washes off easily. They stick like honey, like glue to the corners of his mouth and try their hardest to ruin him further every waking moment, for years past and years to come.

He lets you slip from between his arms to get ready for the day, instead rests his head into the door of the bathroom when you shut it behind you. The morning run didn’t do much to burn away the shadow pooling at his feet, swallowing him where he stands.

Sae nii back. In the empty room across the hall, he can already hear him shuffling, like he smells the moment you wake, and like the sinner he’s resigned himself to be- his blood sings with jealousy. It brings back memories.

Rin trails behind, unshowered, uncaring, when you come back out of the bathroom, because he can’t shower with you when Sae’s here and the guy, the splinter in his sole, won’t ever resist the urge to make it weird for you two. He knows that for sure. You never blink twice when he slips into the stall with you, pressing up just close enough to feel the dips and stretches of your skin against his chest, his stomach, lining his arms with warmth. You never stare— and so you don’t know that Rin absolutely does.

Instead you go about your day like normal, making the two of them breakfast without thinking, like the angel he knows you are. He’s seen it, the sharp contrast between you two. He doesn’t say anything about the way Sae’s eyes flick to the bow of your apron, or below it, just scrapes his chair a little harder until you place their plates in front of them. Your hand finds his on the table like it always does, every morning for the past two years, feeling it twitch under the tracing of his long fingers along your barely visible veins— pretending like he can’t feel your older brother’s eyes on the motion.

You don’t notice it, just giggle when it tickles, ask for some water to take away your sleepiness. “Have you been healthy, niichan?” you mumble through a mouthful, and Sae’s shimmering, emerald irises meet yours too quickly.

“Sure I have,” he reaches over the table to brush a lone strand away from your cheek, before he stuffs another mandarin slice into his mouth, “why, you worried about me or something?” Rin feels the way you tense, watching the pout grow more grand on your pretty face, before the oldest mercilessly continues. “Shouldn’t you be more worried about your nii nii? He can’t even eat his breakfast without holding your little hand.”

The spoon clatters down too noisily, disturbing the barely-existing peace like a trainwreck barreling through a building. You draw your hand back, Rin resists the pull. He can only glare under his thick, long lashes and hope that the look will make Sae drop dead on the spot. Sinless, he’s sure, because Sae never gets what he’s owed when it comes to bad luck. Rin excuses the noise, picks up the utensil again and resists the urge to roll his eyes when his brother lets his lips quirk up, like this is all some big game to him.

Which side of the triangle is the favored one, right?

Rin’s hands don’t shake as much as he expects them to, but still more than he wants, when he scoops the pudding and leans over to you. The morning rite of passage goes undisturbed, Sae watches as Rin brings it to your mouth and you let it slide in without a problem, sucking it clean when he pulls back. You return to your drink, one hand still captured, and miss how Rin slips the spoon into his own mouth after. Sae doesn’t, but he stays quiet as he eats his own breakfast, playing with the peels of the mandarin like the lesser of two evils. After a few more spoonfuls and your happy hum to assure him it’s delicious, the oldest clears his throat.

“I remember when I was her number one big brother to cling to. Really knows how to make a guy feel like he's on top of the world, right?” A smile. “I imagine you get that now. Hows’it feel to be the new favorite, little bro?” he asks, eyes crinkling at the corners as he gets up from the chair, leaving to get some paper. It’s far from innocent, and even further from naive, and the dark haired sibling would rather only sit and wait it out.

He clenches his jaw, rubs a thumb over your interlaced hands as he bites back the attitude when answering. “She’s always been this kind, nothing much has changed.”

There’s a glint in the other’s eyes at the answer, brightly rubbing Rin the wrong way. As if it’s mocking him— really, nothing has changed yet? — he doesn’t think the eldest would be below it either. The silence is enough to make even you fidget a little, squeezing your fingers a little tighter around his.

He’s sure you don’t really get what’s happening, sweet, little thing you are, but he’s so fucking tired of being the one to back down. You clear your voice as you pick at your shirt, one of Rin’s spare shirts that barely cover your ass, and nudge your knees into his thigh. He bites his cheek, sighs, then finally breaks eye contact to untangle his fingers to instead place them at the bottom of your spine for some comfort, shifting in his own chair.

“Well, that sure is something then. Never noticed you two were so close when I was around.” There’s a little chuckle when Sae bites his lip, definitely swallowing down a triumphant grin, before he too moves.

He reaches down and wets the paper by putting it on his tongue, before gripping your face and swiping it along the corners of your mouth for imaginary crumbs, and Rin can barely hold back the urge to take the stupid butter knife and plant it straight through his brother’s palm to pin it to the table— like some sick butterfly collection. “Tch, still eat so clumsy, don’t you?” Sae coos as you struggle to pull your cheeks from his grip in embarrassment, before he finally sits back down.

“I really,” he continues, propping one foot onto his knee, “am so glad to be back here though. It’s sure been what-,” he pauses for dramatics as if he didn’t help you move in, as if he didn’t swing his arms over your shoulder with a knowing, sly grin and taunted Rin every second of the way there, “two whole years since you two moved in together?”

You pout, jutting out your lip in a way that makes Rin want to eat you up, kiss you until you run out of air to waste, before nodding. “Yeah, it must be two years by now!” Your face changes into one of amusement, before you look over at the dark haired brother for some sort of reaction. “You’re not sick of me yet, are you?”

Never, he wants to say, but Sae is here- with his knowing grin and stupid, infuriatingly smug eyes. He just nods back, expression dry. “Sick? You’re a menace to live with, sick is putting it mildly.” You pout again, and this time, it’s all for him. All for Rin to see and admire, for him to reach up and kiss if he so wanted to- if his older brother wasn’t such a fucking pain.

Not that he cares, Sae has always been a pain anyway.

“Kidding,” Rin pulls you, both large hands on your hips, down into his lap when you get up from your chair- can’t help himself from nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck as you giggle at it, wrapping both arms around your waist to have the full of your weight on his lap. You smell so soft, feel so soft— talk like you’re a daffodil blowing in the wind.

It’s intoxicating, and he doesn’t give a shit when he hears the chuckle of his brother to the side, excluded for once because Rin is getting hard just having you this close, having your ass on his lap as you wiggle around to turn to him. “You know I adore you,” he mumbles, and something in your eyes tells him that you absolutely do— the spoiled little one.

He won’t be able to stand up without drawing attention to the swelling cock in his sweats in a bit, but that doesn’t matter right now, feeling you sit in his lap so perfectly, obediently. You smile sweetly at him, before turning back to face Sae like you’re asking for some sort of approval from the eldest, as if proving— see, we do get along well. Sae only hums, pats your head before he sends Rin a sharp look, and leaves. Where to, Rin doesn’t care to ask.

You don’t get up for a few more minutes, pecking his lips gently when he asks for them, again and again and again until you finally get up. “You want some coffee, niinii?” you ask, and he gives his agreement while shifting his hard cock towards his stomach while you have your back turned, unknowing.

Must be blissful to be unaware of the sinners of this earth, waiting in line for the gates to open to them. He isn’t complaining though. At least you can’t hate him for the things you don’t know he’s committing. Can’t charge him for ruining you in his head.

+

Your days haven’t changed much. And neither have your nights, which is exactly why Rin knows to skip his evening run so he can lay in the same bed as you, pretend to be deep asleep when you nudge him. It doesn’t take long for you to roll onto your back and clench the plush of your pillow between your teeth. His baby sister, sliding your pretty hands along your chest, the peak of your tits down, down until you find fabric, and then under that too. He’s memorized it by now, learnt every slight twitch, gasp or breath. Learnt to watch you without missing any of the good parts, a study too intoxicating to ever stop.

You run your one hand over your chest as a slight whimper falls past your plush, perfect lips, and he stares at the curve of your cheek when you dip your fingers into your mouth, pulling them out glistening. You’re a phantom at night— ruining him to the core, his cock swelling between his legs as you softly ruffle the sheets. Not enough to wake him should he really be asleep, but plenty to make the pull towards your perfect fucking body so much harder to resist. He blows out a breath, and slowly slides his hand down for his own boxers, teasing the wiry hair going from his belly button down.

He doesn’t normally dare. No, his sins are usually contained to the drain of the shower when he’s alone, the groans muffled in his hand or your panties or pillow, whatever can keep him relatively quiet when you leave. But Sae is in the other room, while you’re in his bed. His bed, like you have been for the last two fucking years, driving him insane when you masturbate right beside him. If he only just rolled over, he could be on top of you, slip his hard cock between your wet, dripping pussy and find heaven. He bites his cheek when you circle a nipple, other hand back between your legs.

It’s unfair. Many things are, but the way Sae gave you to him on a silver platter, daring him to try something, must be the sickest joke of all. What a family reunion. The sinner, the savior, and Judas himself. His cock twitches hard, balls pulling to his body with the way you softly rock your hips back and forth, wiggling the mattress under you. He blows out another breath through his nose, biting back a hiss when his palm slides over the hot, flushed head of his cock, imagining your hand there instead.

You fuck your fingers with a pitiful little breath, rub your clit with the other and arch your back, and he instinctively bucks his cock into the ring of his fingers that’s not nearly tight and sloppy enough to resemble your pussy. But fuck, he might cum early. It’s too much. You’re breathing and whining like a desperate thing, like he’s already inside you, ruining you— like he’s imagined rendering you for night after night. The sick sound of him fucking his fist is just barely drowned out by the pleasure you’re lost in, head thrown back and legs clenching.

Your fingers move faster, and he bites his own pillow as he watches the tears fall down your temples, watches you get yourself to the edge. His spit soaks into the pillow when you move again, buck your hips into your own touch, and whine harder. The bed squeaks softly but you don’t care, rubbing hard and fast, feet brushing up against his leg. Rin almost spills his cum all over himself right then and there, staying completely unmoving for a second with his fist wrapped so tight around the flared head of his cock.

You don’t notice, still don’t fucking notice how hard he’s shaking as your wet lashes flutter and you whine out pleas. He can’t still, rubs his cock against the soft of the mattress, fucks into his palm, balls tightening and breath so obvious— until his undoing. Niichan— your voice travels the room, and there’s nothing to help him in this wretched room.

Hot, white cum shoots into his hands as he clasps one over the swollen head, other grabbing his balls in a sharp move that’s the farthest from subtle, listening to the symphony of your voice. You’re cumming, replaying in his mind like a broken record as he soils the expensive bedsheets and leaves them sticky with his cum, swallowing down a broken sob from somewhere deep inside. Niichan, niichan— the sound breaks him in two. His cock is still leaking when he manages to crack open his heavy, wet lashes, staring at the side of your face as it sheens with a glow that makes you look even more angelic.

When you slump back in bed with your face beaming out heat, your entire body spent too, you roll onto your side, and Rin doesn’t look away. There’s tears pooling at the bottom of his lashes, collecting in big, diamond rounds that roll down his nose and cheek. You blow out a last few breaths, before moving closer, ignoring the mess when you shuffle right up to him. To cuddle your disgusting, nasty big brother, delirious surely, because he can see the way you are seconds from dropping into sleep.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you hum and nose his throat, still sticky from sweat. His phone lights up in the dark, he doesn’t answer. Only ignores the laughter coming from the other room as he slips out of bed to go find some new boxers, wiping the back of his hand under his eyes once. And when Sae creeps his head into the door with a sickening grin, all he can do is listen as his emerald eyes fly over to your sleeping form. “She’s never going to marry you, y’know?”

‘Shut up,’ Rin says, begs, but his voice fails him and nothing comes out.

“She isn’t. So let me know when you’re done playing the family martyr. Before I change my mind about taking her with me.”

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