reblogs appreciated!! regular navi can be found here
hi hiii ! as mentioned once or twice, i've decided to start fresh & move blogs ^_^ i'm planning 2 finish moving by the end of the month. until then, i'll be still using this account, mainly to answer remaining asks - i'd appreciate if any new interactions took place on @/dacrinphilia, though, 'cause that's where i'll be spending most of my time from now on to kickstart the blog! all new no lukewarm love event works & other longer fics will only be posted over there as well. more details under the cut!
all interactions on the new blog will be coming from my new main, @/itshis.
for the time being, i'd suggest following both this blog & @/dacrinphilia as well. until i'm finished w/ clearing out my askbox, i will be posting content both here & on the new blog. all of the answered tags will be reblogged to the new place as well, though - so it's up 2 u whether u stay here or not. i'll try to make sure you don't miss anything <3
once i'm done clearing out the askbox as much as i can,, itoshi-s will be archived. i don't want to deactivate (reposting sounds like hell lol) but i won't be using this account at all afterwards.
why am i moving? i didn't start this blog with writing in mind, and i hate how messy it became overtime. starting fresh with new tags & layouts will make ur gal sm happier hehe ^_^ and i hope it'll be easier 4 u to look up new content as well!
mootsies, regulars & anons - i hope to see u there <3
thank you everyone for making itoshi-s my safe place 2 lose my mind over 2d men. it's been wonderful !! reaching nearly 2k on here over the span of not even 6 months is CRAZY o_O ur all so dear to me,, let's continue being insane 2gether !
welcome to ZARIA'S THE WEEKND MULTIFANDOM COLLAB! is there a song that has your heart racing and fills your mind with ideas? maybe a fic you're already working on happens to fit the lyrics or even the music video aesthetic? you're in love with the visuals for kiss land, dawn fm, or perhaps the old school trilogy era? maybe you had the idol soundtrack on repeat lately (the only good thing about the show)? you're in the right place!
status: OPEN!
deadline: 31.10 (loosely)
collab tag: ★ zaria's the weeknd collab
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-the collab is strictly 18+, nsfw and dark content friendly. no minors are allowed to enter, therefore please have your age visible somewhere on your blog before sending an ask.
-fandoms included in the collab are: blue lock, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, kuroko no basket, chainsaw man, haikyuu!!, bnha, bleach, attack on titan and genshin impact. STILL, if you wish to write for any other fandom, just lmk!
-all characters need to be of age (at least 18 years old)
-x reader works only (poly fics allowed)
-minimum word count for all fics should be at least 1k
-please tag your content accordingly, whether in the post or the tags
-you can entry with any song of your choice, that includes abel's featured or unreleased tracks, movie soundtracks, etc.
-a song can be only written for TWICE and only once in one fandom (ex. there can be two fics written for wicked games - one for blue lock, the other for bleach)
-you can choose only one song per fic, BUT you may enter the collab with as many fics as your heart desires!
-no more than 4 repeats of one character (ex. there can be only 4 gojo fics in overall, no matter the song or album)
-to enter, send me an ask with the song of your choice as well as the character + fandom you'll be writing for! (you don't need to mention the album, i'll asign it :3)
-don't forget to link this post in your finished fic and use the collab tag for easy finding <3
-please tag me in your entry so that i can see it!
reblogs are GREATLY appreciated ♡
ﾒ𝟶 MASTERLIST
── HOUSE OF BALLOONS
track 6. the party & the after party. kise ryouta x fem!reader x aomine daiki. @/seirinz
He does it with much more ease than you suppose he'd think, your interactions ending with frustration collecting along your lashes in crystalline drops more often than not.
Then again, it starts to feel like he's well aware of it and ready to use it against you.
He's overwhelming, pressing you into the cement wall without a care for the exposed skin of your back, now burning from friction as he keeps you hoisted up in place. Each forceful thrust punches a bit more air from your lungs than the last and one of Rin's large hands cupping your mouth shut firmly doesn't help in easing the burn sparking deep inside your chest.
Your brows furrow - you're not sure whether it happens from pleasure or frustration - and the look you send the striker's way is nothing but pitiful, Rin realizes.
It's pitiful and miserable and makes his cock twitch inside of you so hard, he almost thinks he's coming already.
"Don't fucking look at me like that," Rin rasps, but his own eyes leer at you with no shame or restraint. The turquoise sits bright around his lust-blown pupils and makes him look all the scarier than he should.
With a low grunt, he bottoms out inside of you again, the flared, oozing head hitting right at your cervix. Your lashes flutter, thick and clumped with mascara that threatens to spill down your cheeks along with the tears that start to steadily stream down, then soak into Rin's skin as he keeps your mouth shut still.
It hurts, but you suppose it has to. It should. You wonder if it's some sick form of further punishment for ever letting Itoshi into your life - as if the whirlwind in your mind and growing void in your chest were not enough already.
The thought sits bitter in the back of your head, even if he's turned your brains to mush, filled your skull with cotton and incoherence. It never quite goes away, but now it makes your grip on Rin's hair tighten, pulling at the roots until you feel him jerk.
He would've doubled over from the sudden rush of pain if it wasn't for the fact that one) he's rutting into you so feverishly, it's almost as if he's leaning the wall along with you, and two) he actually really fucking enjoys it.
He'd rather drop dead - maybe give up the World Cup, even - than admit it, even if it's a state of things that you're both very well aware of already.
You yelp against the clammy hand still pressed to your mouth as soon as Rin's pace quickens. Each forward roll of his hips is calculated, pin-point precise with how he's bullying himself against your now swollen cervix. It sends an electrifying spark up your spine, renders you limp in the athlete's hold as white noise rises between your ears. He could truly fuck you unconscious if he wanted to.
"Rin," it's muffled when you cry, head rolling back, knocking against the wall. Your hips instinctively search for his, eager to take more of him in, as if in defiance of your will and sense of pride.
"Shut up," he forces out, breathy and choked and even from your current angle you're able to notice how his mouth hangs open. He's gasping for air, the unrelenting and brutal pace surely taking a toll on him, even with this ungodly stamina. "Please, fuck, don't- don't."
You've always had it in you to make the world's number one crumble and fall to his knees in front of you - the same pair that could carry him through the field within seconds. He wouldn't mind scarring them, wrenching beyond repair, as long as it was in your name. You tear him up, rip away every layer he's been so diligently wearing since years. An armor of sorts, one that you were once willing to ease off his shoulders and make way for your tender, healing love.
As Rin watches your eyes roll back and feels your nails leave scarlet crescent moons on his back, he starts doubting if the will ever died down.
Would you still allow him to touch you like this if it did? Would you withstand the stark contrast between his usual, daily indifference and harsh, ice cold treatment when he's inside you like this, using every minute he's been given with you?
Rin grunts as he readjusts his grip on your ass, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh as he hauls you up, pulling your hips flush against his own. You're close, he can feel it, from the way your clit throbs untouched against his pelvis to the tale-telling swell of your cunt around his leaking cock.
Why are you still here? Why do you keep whimpering his name like it's all you've ever known?
Dark green strands stick to his forehead, matted with sweat as Rin squeezes his eyes closed, an attempt to shut you out. You and that stupid fucking love-struck look that he knows all to well to ignore when it simmers behind your irises, peering up at him just to spite him.
He groans into the crook of your neck, where you didn't even notice his head has fallen. He's rutting himself inside of you, each thrust knocking your backbone into the wall, bruising you for days to follow. Rin only ever does it because he knows you'll look at the marks later and that the sight will eat you alive.
Your plush, doughy walls squeeze him abruptly, warmth oozing around the very base of Rin's heavy cock, and your lips part in bliss. Your nails rake down his back, eliciting a sound that probably turned out way whinier than he would've liked, and you tug him close, until he has to adjust his balance if he wants to keep fucking into you like that. (He does. God, he will fuck you stupid if it's the last thing he does.)
"Harder," you hiccup, almost meekly, but the way your claws stay cutting through his milky skin makes up for the borderline pleading tone. "Fuck me harder, Rin, can't you?”
He nearly growls by your ear, tongue wet against your pulse point as you can feel his canine press against it, like he wants to rip your throat out. You think he kind of does. "Fuck you." Rin spits, plowing into you deeper. He fills you up to the hilt and stays there for a split second, using the momentum to reach a hand up and wind his fingers around your throat.
Pulling away, he looks at you and relishes in the way your eyes grow unfocused, cheeks heating up from asphyxia. You can tell he wants to sneer at you, hurt you more than any grip on your airways ever could, but his gaze is too feverish, too desperate; it gives him away, his crumbling resolve.
Your legs start to tremble around his waist, soles of your shoes digging into the small of his back. Rin breathes, labored and heavy as your hands wander underneath his sweater, leaving a burn in their wake when your nails drag across the broad of his back.
"You- ha-ah- you like this." you manage to let out, squeaky and airy as Rin's grip on your neck tightens. He's almost single-handedly moving you around as if you're merely a doll in his hold, and the realization makes the coil in your tummy tighten. "You do." you utter in a voice so small, Rin could shatter into pieces. And fuck, he loathes it, he does, he really, really does.
And so,
"I hate you." he gasps, chest rumbling as he sucks in a breath. He's chasing his high, his rhythm growing unsteady and jittery but still, his cock reaches all the swollen hidden spots inside of you. When Rin notices his vision blur slightly with ecstasy, he repeats, afraid his point didn't get across with all the euphoria sneaking into every breath. "I fucking hate you."
You bite back a sob, emotion lodged in your throat. You shake your head, or at least attempt to, and feel Rin's cock swell inside of you, twitching every so often as the impending climax licks at his spine. Your fingers twitch to wipe at the drool shining on his chin, clinging to the lips you can only dream of properly kissing, or touching at all.
You want to ridicule him, point it out - make him feel as small as only his brother ever could. A delusional part of you tries to convince you it's what he deserves, for putting you through so much sorrow and longing that your heart will never heal from. But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Sadly, there’s one simple truth about you, and why you’re hurting the way you are:
You hate Rin Itoshi for the same reason you cry for him. The deeply unfair, persistent, inalienable fear of being loved, the one that made him shut out everyone else.
Your breathing quickens and Rin's hand shakes around your neck, grip lethal. Electricity starts to roll up your spine in time with your lover's telling groan, guttural and choked.
"You don't."
Rin's pretty when he falls apart. Your words strike the right spot, frail and vulnerable, and it sends him crumbling down. His eyes roll backwards, hair falling on his forehead and jaw locking in pleasure, every muscle in his tall frame taut as he rides out his orgasm. He's never looked this large yet vulnerable at once.
This time, his face falters in a different way, and you wish you could make out the emotion that displays on his features, but your own climax takes up every ounce of your being. You cling to him, moans laced through with incoherent blabbers of his name, and for a second you forget all about your surroundings. Half-minded, Rin tucks your head into the crook of his neck and God, he's sure he starts coming all over again when you bite at his shoulder forcefully to keep quiet. It hurts like hell, even through the thick wool of his turtleneck. What stings more is the realization that he will like looking back at the mark later.
You're not entirely sure how much time passes until the heat dies down, your limbs no longer fuzzy, lungs not feeling like sandpaper anymore. Rin catches on before you do, though, and knocks you back into awareness when he carefully yet swiftly eases you down on the ground. (He pulls the hem of your skirt down haphazardly, and hopes that you, too, think that it's just muscle memory by this point.)
Heavy breathing resonates in the training facility corridor, almost bouncing off the gray walls. With each next labored sound, it only seems to grow even louder, overwhelming to the point you just hold your breath in momentarily until the erratic jitter of your heart slows down.
It always only ever ends like this. It's more of a silent agreement between the two of you than anything else. You pull your panties back on and wince slightly when some of Rin's cum soils it immediately upon putting it on; you tidy your hair a little and wipe the fallout from under your bleary eyes, then check for your office keys, mind already moving onto work, where it should've been all this time.
Rin fixes his sweater, pulls his boxers back up, then does his belt. He swings the training bag over his shoulder and runs a hand through his bangs, pushing them out of his eyes as he glances towards you. The blank expression is back, splayed over the features that held so much emotion for you just mere moments ago. Hatred, disdain, longing - you don't care whatever it is.
You yearn for the way Rin showed you anything at all.
Twirling the keys around your finger, you peer up at him, but it seems like your gaze focuses anywhere but at Rin. You don't speak much afterwards, perhaps both too afraid to let everything spill out, but it's not like you hold proper conversations anywhere else either. It's bitter, the taste sitting on the back of your tongue when you think of how different things were, but came crashing down what seemed like overnight.
If Rin feels alike, then he doesn't let it show. He waits with you - for what, God only knows - and stands there, tall and broad, eyes unwavering.
"You coming to the game tomorrow?" He cuts through the silence, eventually, and you don't want to look up at him again. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your gaze spark up with feelings of hope that seemingly just runs free inside of you by this point.
You keep your eyes somewhere behind his shoulder instead, humming under your breath, as if in thought even though your mind's made up already.
"No," you say softly. The gentle tune of your voice makes Rin's stomach churn. It's almost like you, too, start to sound indifferent to it all, building the same wall he's put up to keep you away. "No, I don't think so."
If only you would have glanced at him, even in shameless curiosity. But you don't, and you miss the way his gaze softens in what could be letdown, only to harden split seconds afterwards.
Rin fixes you with one last look, gaze lingering from head to toe before he eventually turns on his heel. Only then do you focus your gaze on his back as he heads down the corridor, then pushes down on the handle.
He almost wavers in his spot. Then, before the door can fall shut behind him, he regards you one last time.
He does it with much more ease than you suppose he'd think, your interactions ending with frustration collecting along your lashes in crystalline drops more often than not.
Then again, it starts to feel like he's well aware of it and ready to use it against you.
He's overwhelming, pressing you into the cement wall without a care for the exposed skin of your back, now burning from friction as he keeps you hoisted up in place. Each forceful thrust punches a bit more air from your lungs than the last and one of Rin's large hands cupping your mouth shut firmly doesn't help in easing the burn sparking deep inside your chest.
Your brows furrow - you're not sure whether it happens from pleasure or frustration - and the look you send the striker's way is nothing but pitiful, Rin realizes.
It's pitiful and miserable and makes his cock twitch inside of you so hard, he almost thinks he's coming already.
"Don't fucking look at me like that," Rin rasps, but his own eyes leer at you with no shame or restraint. The turquoise sits bright around his lust-blown pupils and makes him look all the scarier than he should.
With a low grunt, he bottoms out inside of you again, the flared, oozing head hitting right at your cervix. Your lashes flutter, thick and clumped with mascara that threatens to spill down your cheeks along with the tears that start to steadily stream down, then soak into Rin's skin as he keeps your mouth shut still.
It hurts, but you suppose it has to. It should. You wonder if it's some sick form of further punishment for ever letting Itoshi into your life - as if the whirlwind in your mind and growing void in your chest were not enough already.
The thought sits bitter in the back of your head, even if he's turned your brains to mush, filled your skull with cotton and incoherence. It never quite goes away, but now it makes your grip on Rin's hair tighten, pulling at the roots until you feel him jerk.
He would've doubled over from the sudden rush of pain if it wasn't for the fact that one) he's rutting into you so feverishly, it's almost as if he's leaning the wall along with you, and two) he actually really fucking enjoys it.
He'd rather drop dead - maybe give up the World Cup, even - than admit it, even if it's a state of things that you're both very well aware of already.
You yelp against the clammy hand still pressed to your mouth as soon as Rin's pace quickens. Each forward roll of his hips is calculated, pin-point precise with how he's bullying himself against your now swollen cervix. It sends an electrifying spark up your spine, renders you limp in the athlete's hold as white noise rises between your ears. He could truly fuck you unconscious if he wanted to.
"Rin," it's muffled when you cry, head rolling back, knocking against the wall. Your hips instinctively search for his, eager to take more of him in, as if in defiance of your will and sense of pride.
"Shut up," he forces out, breathy and choked and even from your current angle you're able to notice how his mouth hangs open. He's gasping for air, the unrelenting and brutal pace surely taking a toll on him, even with this ungodly stamina. "Please, fuck, don't- don't."
You've always had it in you to make the world's number one crumble and fall to his knees in front of you - the same pair that could carry him through the field within seconds. He wouldn't mind scarring them, wrenching beyond repair, as long as it was in your name. You tear him up, rip away every layer he's been so diligently wearing since years. An armor of sorts, one that you were once willing to ease off his shoulders and make way for your tender, healing love.
As Rin watches your eyes roll back and feels your nails leave scarlet crescent moons on his back, he starts doubting if the will ever died down.
Would you still allow him to touch you like this if it did? Would you withstand the stark contrast between his usual, daily indifference and harsh, ice cold treatment when he's inside you like this, using every minute he's been given with you?
Rin grunts as he readjusts his grip on your ass, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh as he hauls you up, pulling your hips flush against his own. You're close, he can feel it, from the way your clit throbs untouched against his pelvis to the tale-telling swell of your cunt around his leaking cock.
Why are you still here? Why do you keep whimpering his name like it's all you've ever known?
Dark green strands stick to his forehead, matted with sweat as Rin squeezes his eyes closed, an attempt to shut you out. You and that stupid fucking love-struck look that he knows all to well to ignore when it simmers behind your irises, peering up at him just to spite him.
He groans into the crook of your neck, where you didn't even notice his head has fallen. He's rutting himself inside of you, each thrust knocking your backbone into the wall, bruising you for days to follow. Rin only ever does it because he knows you'll look at the marks later and that the sight will eat you alive.
Your plush, doughy walls squeeze him abruptly, warmth oozing around the very base of Rin's heavy cock, and your lips part in bliss. Your nails rake down his back, eliciting a sound that probably turned out way whinier than he would've liked, and you tug him close, until he has to adjust his balance if he wants to keep fucking into you like that. (He does. God, he will fuck you stupid if it's the last thing he does.)
"Harder," you hiccup, almost meekly, but the way your claws stay cutting through his milky skin makes up for the borderline pleading tone. "Fuck me harder, Rin, can't you?”
He nearly growls by your ear, tongue wet against your pulse point as you can feel his canine press against it, like he wants to rip your throat out. You think he kind of does. "Fuck you." Rin spits, plowing into you deeper. He fills you up to the hilt and stays there for a split second, using the momentum to reach a hand up and wind his fingers around your throat.
Pulling away, he looks at you and relishes in the way your eyes grow unfocused, cheeks heating up from asphyxia. You can tell he wants to sneer at you, hurt you more than any grip on your airways ever could, but his gaze is too feverish, too desperate; it gives him away, his crumbling resolve.
Your legs start to tremble around his waist, soles of your shoes digging into the small of his back. Rin breathes, labored and heavy as your hands wander underneath his sweater, leaving a burn in their wake when your nails drag across the broad of his back.
"You- ha-ah- you like this." you manage to let out, squeaky and airy as Rin's grip on your neck tightens. He's almost single-handedly moving you around as if you're merely a doll in his hold, and the realization makes the coil in your tummy tighten. "You do." you utter in a voice so small, Rin could shatter into pieces. And fuck, he loathes it, he does, he really, really does.
And so,
"I hate you." he gasps, chest rumbling as he sucks in a breath. He's chasing his high, his rhythm growing unsteady and jittery but still, his cock reaches all the swollen hidden spots inside of you. When Rin notices his vision blur slightly with ecstasy, he repeats, afraid his point didn't get across with all the euphoria sneaking into every breath. "I fucking hate you."
You bite back a sob, emotion lodged in your throat. You shake your head, or at least attempt to, and feel Rin's cock swell inside of you, twitching every so often as the impending climax licks at his spine. Your fingers twitch to wipe at the drool shining on his chin, clinging to the lips you can only dream of properly kissing, or touching at all.
You want to ridicule him, point it out - make him feel as small as only his brother ever could. A delusional part of you tries to convince you it's what he deserves, for putting you through so much sorrow and longing that your heart will never heal from. But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Sadly, there’s one simple truth about you, and why you’re hurting the way you are:
You hate Rin Itoshi for the same reason you cry for him. The deeply unfair, persistent, inalienable fear of being loved, the one that made him shut out everyone else.
Your breathing quickens and Rin's hand shakes around your neck, grip lethal. Electricity starts to roll up your spine in time with your lover's telling groan, guttural and choked.
"You don't."
Rin's pretty when he falls apart. Your words strike the right spot, frail and vulnerable, and it sends him crumbling down. His eyes roll backwards, hair falling on his forehead and jaw locking in pleasure, every muscle in his tall frame taut as he rides out his orgasm. He's never looked this large yet vulnerable at once.
This time, his face falters in a different way, and you wish you could make out the emotion that displays on his features, but your own climax takes up every ounce of your being. You cling to him, moans laced through with incoherent blabbers of his name, and for a second you forget all about your surroundings. Half-minded, Rin tucks your head into the crook of his neck and God, he's sure he starts coming all over again when you bite at his shoulder forcefully to keep quiet. It hurts like hell, even through the thick wool of his turtleneck. What stings more is the realization that he will like looking back at the mark later.
You're not entirely sure how much time passes until the heat dies down, your limbs no longer fuzzy, lungs not feeling like sandpaper anymore. Rin catches on before you do, though, and knocks you back into awareness when he carefully yet swiftly eases you down on the ground. (He pulls the hem of your skirt down haphazardly, and hopes that you, too, think that it's just muscle memory by this point.)
Heavy breathing resonates in the training facility corridor, almost bouncing off the gray walls. With each next labored sound, it only seems to grow even louder, overwhelming to the point you just hold your breath in momentarily until the erratic jitter of your heart slows down.
It always only ever ends like this. It's more of a silent agreement between the two of you than anything else. You pull your panties back on and wince slightly when some of Rin's cum soils it immediately upon putting it on; you tidy your hair a little and wipe the fallout from under your bleary eyes, then check for your office keys, mind already moving onto work, where it should've been all this time.
Rin fixes his sweater, pulls his boxers back up, then does his belt. He swings the training bag over his shoulder and runs a hand through his bangs, pushing them out of his eyes as he glances towards you. The blank expression is back, splayed over the features that held so much emotion for you just mere moments ago. Hatred, disdain, longing - you don't care whatever it is.
You yearn for the way Rin showed you anything at all.
Twirling the keys around your finger, you peer up at him, but it seems like your gaze focuses anywhere but at Rin. You don't speak much afterwards, perhaps both too afraid to let everything spill out, but it's not like you hold proper conversations anywhere else either. It's bitter, the taste sitting on the back of your tongue when you think of how different things were, but came crashing down what seemed like overnight.
If Rin feels alike, then he doesn't let it show. He waits with you - for what, God only knows - and stands there, tall and broad, eyes unwavering.
"You coming to the game tomorrow?" He cuts through the silence, eventually, and you don't want to look up at him again. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your gaze spark up with feelings of hope that seemingly just runs free inside of you by this point.
You keep your eyes somewhere behind his shoulder instead, humming under your breath, as if in thought even though your mind's made up already.
"No," you say softly. The gentle tune of your voice makes Rin's stomach churn. It's almost like you, too, start to sound indifferent to it all, building the same wall he's put up to keep you away. "No, I don't think so."
If only you would have glanced at him, even in shameless curiosity. But you don't, and you miss the way his gaze softens in what could be letdown, only to harden split seconds afterwards.
Rin fixes you with one last look, gaze lingering from head to toe before he eventually turns on his heel. Only then do you focus your gaze on his back as he heads down the corridor, then pushes down on the handle.
He almost wavers in his spot. Then, before the door can fall shut behind him, he regards you one last time.
He does it with much more ease than you suppose he'd think, your interactions ending with frustration collecting along your lashes in crystalline drops more often than not.
Then again, it starts to feel like he's well aware of it and ready to use it against you.
He's overwhelming, pressing you into the cement wall without a care for the exposed skin of your back, now burning from friction as he keeps you hoisted up in place. Each forceful thrust punches a bit more air from your lungs than the last and one of Rin's large hands cupping your mouth shut firmly doesn't help in easing the burn sparking deep inside your chest.
Your brows furrow - you're not sure whether it happens from pleasure or frustration - and the look you send the striker's way is nothing but pitiful, Rin realizes.
It's pitiful and miserable and makes his cock twitch inside of you so hard, he almost thinks he's coming already.
"Don't fucking look at me like that," Rin rasps, but his own eyes leer at you with no shame or restraint. The turquoise sits bright around his lust-blown pupils and makes him look all the scarier than he should.
With a low grunt, he bottoms out inside of you again, the flared, oozing head hitting right at your cervix. Your lashes flutter, thick and clumped with mascara that threatens to spill down your cheeks along with the tears that start to steadily stream down, then soak into Rin's skin as he keeps your mouth shut still.
It hurts, but you suppose it has to. It should. You wonder if it's some sick form of further punishment for ever letting Itoshi into your life - as if the whirlwind in your mind and growing void in your chest were not enough already.
The thought sits bitter in the back of your head, even if he's turned your brains to mush, filled your skull with cotton and incoherence. It never quite goes away, but now it makes your grip on Rin's hair tighten, pulling at the roots until you feel him jerk.
He would've doubled over from the sudden rush of pain if it wasn't for the fact that one) he's rutting into you so feverishly, it's almost as if he's leaning the wall along with you, and two) he actually really fucking enjoys it.
He'd rather drop dead - maybe give up the World Cup, even - than admit it, even if it's a state of things that you're both very well aware of already.
You yelp against the clammy hand still pressed to your mouth as soon as Rin's pace quickens. Each forward roll of his hips is calculated, pin-point precise with how he's bullying himself against your now swollen cervix. It sends an electrifying spark up your spine, renders you limp in the athlete's hold as white noise rises between your ears. He could truly fuck you unconscious if he wanted to.
"Rin," it's muffled when you cry, head rolling back, knocking against the wall. Your hips instinctively search for his, eager to take more of him in, as if in defiance of your will and sense of pride.
"Shut up," he forces out, breathy and choked and even from your current angle you're able to notice how his mouth hangs open. He's gasping for air, the unrelenting and brutal pace surely taking a toll on him, even with this ungodly stamina. "Please, fuck, don't- don't."
You've always had it in you to make the world's number one crumble and fall to his knees in front of you - the same pair that could carry him through the field within seconds. He wouldn't mind scarring them, wrenching beyond repair, as long as it was in your name. You tear him up, rip away every layer he's been so diligently wearing since years. An armor of sorts, one that you were once willing to ease off his shoulders and make way for your tender, healing love.
As Rin watches your eyes roll back and feels your nails leave scarlet crescent moons on his back, he starts doubting if the will ever died down.
Would you still allow him to touch you like this if it did? Would you withstand the stark contrast between his usual, daily indifference and harsh, ice cold treatment when he's inside you like this, using every minute he's been given with you?
Rin grunts as he readjusts his grip on your ass, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh as he hauls you up, pulling your hips flush against his own. You're close, he can feel it, from the way your clit throbs untouched against his pelvis to the tale-telling swell of your cunt around his leaking cock.
Why are you still here? Why do you keep whimpering his name like it's all you've ever known?
Dark green strands stick to his forehead, matted with sweat as Rin squeezes his eyes closed, an attempt to shut you out. You and that stupid fucking love-struck look that he knows all to well to ignore when it simmers behind your irises, peering up at him just to spite him.
He groans into the crook of your neck, where you didn't even notice his head has fallen. He's rutting himself inside of you, each thrust knocking your backbone into the wall, bruising you for days to follow. Rin only ever does it because he knows you'll look at the marks later and that the sight will eat you alive.
Your plush, doughy walls squeeze him abruptly, warmth oozing around the very base of Rin's heavy cock, and your lips part in bliss. Your nails rake down his back, eliciting a sound that probably turned out way whinier than he would've liked, and you tug him close, until he has to adjust his balance if he wants to keep fucking into you like that. (He does. God, he will fuck you stupid if it's the last thing he does.)
"Harder," you hiccup, almost meekly, but the way your claws stay cutting through his milky skin makes up for the borderline pleading tone. "Fuck me harder, Rin, can't you?”
He nearly growls by your ear, tongue wet against your pulse point as you can feel his canine press against it, like he wants to rip your throat out. You think he kind of does. "Fuck you." Rin spits, plowing into you deeper. He fills you up to the hilt and stays there for a split second, using the momentum to reach a hand up and wind his fingers around your throat.
Pulling away, he looks at you and relishes in the way your eyes grow unfocused, cheeks heating up from asphyxia. You can tell he wants to sneer at you, hurt you more than any grip on your airways ever could, but his gaze is too feverish, too desperate; it gives him away, his crumbling resolve.
Your legs start to tremble around his waist, soles of your shoes digging into the small of his back. Rin breathes, labored and heavy as your hands wander underneath his sweater, leaving a burn in their wake when your nails drag across the broad of his back.
"You- ha-ah- you like this." you manage to let out, squeaky and airy as Rin's grip on your neck tightens. He's almost single-handedly moving you around as if you're merely a doll in his hold, and the realization makes the coil in your tummy tighten. "You do." you utter in a voice so small, Rin could shatter into pieces. And fuck, he loathes it, he does, he really, really does.
And so,
"I hate you." he gasps, chest rumbling as he sucks in a breath. He's chasing his high, his rhythm growing unsteady and jittery but still, his cock reaches all the swollen hidden spots inside of you. When Rin notices his vision blur slightly with ecstasy, he repeats, afraid his point didn't get across with all the euphoria sneaking into every breath. "I fucking hate you."
You bite back a sob, emotion lodged in your throat. You shake your head, or at least attempt to, and feel Rin's cock swell inside of you, twitching every so often as the impending climax licks at his spine. Your fingers twitch to wipe at the drool shining on his chin, clinging to the lips you can only dream of properly kissing, or touching at all.
You want to ridicule him, point it out - make him feel as small as only his brother ever could. A delusional part of you tries to convince you it's what he deserves, for putting you through so much sorrow and longing that your heart will never heal from. But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Sadly, there’s one simple truth about you, and why you’re hurting the way you are:
You hate Rin Itoshi for the same reason you cry for him. The deeply unfair, persistent, inalienable fear of being loved, the one that made him shut out everyone else.
Your breathing quickens and Rin's hand shakes around your neck, grip lethal. Electricity starts to roll up your spine in time with your lover's telling groan, guttural and choked.
"You don't."
Rin's pretty when he falls apart. Your words strike the right spot, frail and vulnerable, and it sends him crumbling down. His eyes roll backwards, hair falling on his forehead and jaw locking in pleasure, every muscle in his tall frame taut as he rides out his orgasm. He's never looked this large yet vulnerable at once.
This time, his face falters in a different way, and you wish you could make out the emotion that displays on his features, but your own climax takes up every ounce of your being. You cling to him, moans laced through with incoherent blabbers of his name, and for a second you forget all about your surroundings. Half-minded, Rin tucks your head into the crook of his neck and God, he's sure he starts coming all over again when you bite at his shoulder forcefully to keep quiet. It hurts like hell, even through the thick wool of his turtleneck. What stings more is the realization that he will like looking back at the mark later.
You're not entirely sure how much time passes until the heat dies down, your limbs no longer fuzzy, lungs not feeling like sandpaper anymore. Rin catches on before you do, though, and knocks you back into awareness when he carefully yet swiftly eases you down on the ground. (He pulls the hem of your skirt down haphazardly, and hopes that you, too, think that it's just muscle memory by this point.)
Heavy breathing resonates in the training facility corridor, almost bouncing off the gray walls. With each next labored sound, it only seems to grow even louder, overwhelming to the point you just hold your breath in momentarily until the erratic jitter of your heart slows down.
It always only ever ends like this. It's more of a silent agreement between the two of you than anything else. You pull your panties back on and wince slightly when some of Rin's cum soils it immediately upon putting it on; you tidy your hair a little and wipe the fallout from under your bleary eyes, then check for your office keys, mind already moving onto work, where it should've been all this time.
Rin fixes his sweater, pulls his boxers back up, then does his belt. He swings the training bag over his shoulder and runs a hand through his bangs, pushing them out of his eyes as he glances towards you. The blank expression is back, splayed over the features that held so much emotion for you just mere moments ago. Hatred, disdain, longing - you don't care whatever it is.
You yearn for the way Rin showed you anything at all.
Twirling the keys around your finger, you peer up at him, but it seems like your gaze focuses anywhere but at Rin. You don't speak much afterwards, perhaps both too afraid to let everything spill out, but it's not like you hold proper conversations anywhere else either. It's bitter, the taste sitting on the back of your tongue when you think of how different things were, but came crashing down what seemed like overnight.
If Rin feels alike, then he doesn't let it show. He waits with you - for what, God only knows - and stands there, tall and broad, eyes unwavering.
"You coming to the game tomorrow?" He cuts through the silence, eventually, and you don't want to look up at him again. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your gaze spark up with feelings of hope that seemingly just runs free inside of you by this point.
You keep your eyes somewhere behind his shoulder instead, humming under your breath, as if in thought even though your mind's made up already.
"No," you say softly. The gentle tune of your voice makes Rin's stomach churn. It's almost like you, too, start to sound indifferent to it all, building the same wall he's put up to keep you away. "No, I don't think so."
If only you would have glanced at him, even in shameless curiosity. But you don't, and you miss the way his gaze softens in what could be letdown, only to harden split seconds afterwards.
Rin fixes you with one last look, gaze lingering from head to toe before he eventually turns on his heel. Only then do you focus your gaze on his back as he heads down the corridor, then pushes down on the handle.
He almost wavers in his spot. Then, before the door can fall shut behind him, he regards you one last time.
˚ ୨୧⋆ 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⎯⎯ itoshi sae x reader ft. shidou ryusei
wc: 3.7k. cw: nsfw, inc*st/stepc*st (open to interpretation), fem reader. consensual voyeurism, cucking (sae), hints of dubcon & dacryphilia, slight anal play, one mention of ryusei having a tramp stamp hehe. unhealthy relationships/dynamics. this is filth 'nd i'm not sorry ! ꒰ minors + ageless blogs dni ꒱
it's almost agonizing, the amount of red hot pleasure ryusei is putting you through - something far more intense than you've ever bargained for when giving your brother's friend that sweet, doe-eyed look. perhaps you should've listened when sae-nii told you that the blonde is no good, teeth too sharp for your tender skin and mouth too vile for the innocent, gullible mind.
but you're a stubborn little thing.
sae knows it all too well, you've always been like that after all - heart too kind for your own good and eyes awfully curious, always settling on the very things he warned you to stay away from. he should've stopped the idea from spiraling into something so very real - but if your (probably one and only) flaw is that naive, airheaded nature, then sae's must be the horrid, overwhelming yearning to see his lovely imouto ruined.
the redhead feels his chest grow all too hot as he watches the scene in front of him unfold. he could've sworn he's put you through enough filth to defile you, scrub away any trace of innocence - but apparently, ryusei really is a whole different fucking breed.
he must be - 'cause god, sae's never seen nor heard you in such state.
a shudder rips through your brother's chest, jolting him back into full awareness when you squeal, and soon enough, his vision sharpens again. tan, golden fingers tangle in your hair as shidou forces your head up from where it's pressed into the pillows. sae relishes in the way your eyes rolled back into your skull and mouth desperately hangs agape, struggling for a breath, a wheeze, anything - but the firm, rapid rhythm of his thrusts makes something so trivial as breathing impossible.
"holy fucking hell," the box blonde whistles, a crude sound that cuts through the air. "what, cat got ya' tongue now, baby?"
soft little mewls drip from your mouth, saliva pooling at the corners of your plump lips, and sae can't help but roll his eyes despite the uncomfortable throb that wakes in his pants at the sight. (when exactly did you pick up that weird drooling thing from your other brother? he doesn't tolerate the thought that maybe, he just hasn't ever gotten you to this point of mindless slobbering just yet.)
ryusei leans in when the first few babbled sounds leave your throat, incoherent with how heavy your tongue sits in your mouth. deemed unable to speak, you whine between hiccupy moans that only grow louder with each feverish thrust inside your cunt. he curls his broad frame over your back, breathing laboriously by your jaw as he listens for any cogent thought.
a laugh rumbles through his chest when he hears none. as if to force it, he crams his cock all the way up, until you jolt under his weight and give a little cry when the spongy head kisses your cervix.
"ryu-usei," you whine pitifully, a nasally, honeyed tune that makes sae's tummy simmer with need once it reaches his ears. "you're- s' de-ep!"
a condescending coo vibrates against your ear when the blonde presses an awfully tender skin to the spot just behind it. the contrast between his feverish thrusts and sickly sweet kisses turn your brains into mush.
when ryusei speaks, it's merely a white noise, muffled despite the close proximity between you.
"too deep, sweets? should've listened to your nii-chan," he laughs, as if truly amused by your disordered state. "he told ya m' a handful, didn't he?"
you force a little nod, and as if on cue, the rosy-eyed pushes you cheek-down on the mattress to face the man in question.
with your heart thumping in your throat, you swallow back a gasp when your gaze meets sae's. he looks pretty like this - with few first buttons of his silk white shirt undone, gracing you with a sliver of smooth skin, now flushed with what only you can recognize as arousal. as you glance over at the midfielder, you notice him spreading his legs just a tad wider, probably to ease the discomfort in his crotch, and note the way his eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinizes you.
ryusei swears he just felt you squeeze him tighter.
he doesn't pay it much mind, anyway. yeah, it was a little odd when sae first mentioned the only two rules for tonight - one, him in the room with you two at all times, and two, no fucking kissing - but, hey, he's not the one to look a gifted horse in the mouth. the prodigy has always been a little weird about you, too, giving you annoyed looks and rolling his eyes at your bubbly presence only to snarl at a poor soul that dared glance your way the very next second. maybe it's just how siblings are - a weird kinda push-and-pull with a sprinkle of unhealthy attachment.
well, it's not like he knows anythin' about it, nor does he give a single fuck.
not when you're here, pussy creaming on his cock and milking every single drop outta him as you squirm and whimper like he's putting you through the worst abuse ever.
drawing his hips back sloppily, ryusei glances down to where the plump meat of your ass squishes against the top of his quads. a groan rumbles through his chest, guttural as he reaches his other hand to land a harsh smack to one of the cheeks, rough fingertips soon digging into the plush - sure to leave marks for days to follow.
sae winces slightly at the sound, melting into one sick contortion with your surprised squeal, and moves his eyes to where ryusei pulls your cheeks apart. he prods his thumb at your tight little rim and you seize up, moans choked and stuttered between forceful thrusts that just won't let up. as if it wasn't enough, the man tilts his head a little lower, gathering a load of saliva in his mouth before spitting right above where his digit presses against your hole. it's lewd, overwhelming and if it wasn't for the striker's other hand holding your head in place, you would've dug it into the sheets with shame and embarrassment.
but you can't do that. instead, you ever so obediently keep your eyes forward, a little bleary still as you hold sae's gaze. your vision tunnels when ryusei presses down on your face with more force, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs along with sputtered little gasps.
you can still make out the little taunting smile that pulls at the corners of sae's mouth, charmed by your faux struggle. it’s nothing he’s never done to you before.
"look at that," a low hum resonates from above you when eventually, ryusei's finger slips right inside with ease, thanks to the additional lubrication, as makeshift as it is. "fuck, there ya go, little one."
you moan quietly, wet lashes fluttering at the delightful intrusion. as if instinctively, your hips lift off the bed in a sharp movement, pushing ryu's finger even deeper, up until the second knuckle.
you can almost hear the grin crack through his features, all teeth and borderline crazed at the way your body reacts to him.
"i think you're a little liar," the striker drawls, a throaty groan meddling with his words. "no fuckin' way you're not sneakin' behind his back, baby. you're a propher little nympho."
there's this bubbling, searing feel that's been building steadily in your tummy, and it now only grows stronger at the unintentional praise. your hips jerk against the mattress, eyes rolling backwards to meet ryusei's cherry pink gaze instead, and you both miss the way sae's hand grabs at the now achingly hard bulge pressing against the zipper of his pants.
his chest grows unbearably hot, pulse throbbing in his ears in an irregular rhythm that matches the one against his palm when he languidly squeezes himself. even through the layers of fabric, sae feels his cock fucking leak, resting heavy against the inside of his thigh and twitching with every sweet, airy sound his friend forces out of you.
ryusei isn't dumb per se, but god, he's dense for not coming to realization with any of it.
sae shudders, shoulders tense when he straightens himself and clears his vision a little. he does it just in time to see the man in question pull out of you, drawing a gasp from your swollen mouth, only to manhandle you to your back in a fluid, yet slightly rough move.
your brother almost hears the way your breath catches in your throat, heart rabbiting against your ribcage when ryusei easily mauls your legs around his waist. he digs his fingers in the doughy flesh of your hips, pulling them up slightly as he aligns himself again, and to both his and sae's surprise, you push at his chest weakly.
ryu huffs slightly, strands of icy blonde falling into his eyes as he glares down at your teary, flushed face. "what?"
you gasp when he ignores your nudging, instead prodding at your hole again, cockhead hot and slick on your lips as he slides it between them in teasing, short strokes.
"'sei, wait-" you whine in protest, hand smacking against one of his hard pecs, nails momentarily cutting through the tawny, glistening skin. "that's s'much, too much."
you're breathy, chest rising and falling so rapidly, you might as well be choking on air. the striker furrows his brows in confusion, chest heaving as he takes note of your drowsy eyes, simmering with tears and gleaming with euphoria - so contrary to your little fuss. he only rolls his eyes at the little drawled out mewls that come tumbling out your loud little mouth with each nudge on your clit, and assumes there's nothing to watch out for in the end. he eases your legs around his waist, your ankles locking at the small of his back - right where the cheeky, rough ink seeps into his brown skin - and rolls his hips forward.
head tipping back at the sting, you feel your walls stretch and accommodate to ryusei's girth all over again. his tip knocks against all the swollen spots on his way in and you whine tearfully. it's too much - all of it. he's good, awfully so, and your head feels like it's filled with cotton, stripped away from a single coherent thought. the pleasure rolls through every nerve, icy cold with the way it makes every muscle shudder, and yet it really does make you think you're on the verge of breaking.
sae-nii was a little right, after all - but it's not like you'll admit it and give him that pleasure. ryusei is a little too much than you can handle, despite how delirious he drives you, and even if every sheepish glance and desperate touch his way makes your heart flutter with silly infatuation.
"ryusei," you cry out again, and there's even a little sniffle to top off the fit. "'said- too much, fuck."
there's one thing about you that brings sae to white hot annoyance - you're whiny. perhaps it's your wide, glossy eyes and how they seem to have a way with him, granting you your every wish. maybe it just stuck to him from your adolescent years, a typical dynamic for all siblings, blood bound or not - but god does it bring him to the verge of insanity sometimes. he feels his eye twitch as you arch your back, a pretty, smooth curve that only makes your tits press further against ryusei's chiseled chest. you're squirming away, little sounds of complaint blending into the athlete's hoarse grunts and your own high-pitched moans.
sae waits, just a little bit more; gives you a chance, if you will. he only does it 'cause he's nice, and actually wants you to try and fix this attitude yourself before he steps in. after all, he knows you best - sees you in such dumb, fucked out state all too often - and he's sure you're not truly anywhere near your limit just yet.
but you don't take on the opportunity and grab at ryuisei's wrist instead when his palm goes to curl around your neck, hot and pulsating with every rapid beat of your heart. rose-colored irises lour as they settle on your face and make out just the faintest trace of a pout, more playful than truly sorrowful.
a startled yelp rolls off your tongue when a set of blunt nails digs into the supple skin on your throat, a consequence of ryu tightening his grip on your airways. you sputter for air as he gives you a firm shove, head hitting the mattress with more force this time, as if to assert his dominance.
"behave."
sae suddenly interjects from his spot on the armchair, and if only he wasn't so exasperated, he would've laughed at how quickly both of you snapped your heads in his direction.
it's low as he speaks, voice still merely a monotone hum, a warning laced between words. ryusei drags himself along your walls, drawing a strangled sound from your lips, but to his surprise, it's nowhere as desperate nor tinny as moments before.
the blonde breathes out a laugh, head tilting as his mouth stretches into a shit-eating grin when he glances over at sae. "hah? you gotta come and make m-"
sae fixes him a look, one that almost comes off as disgusted when he frowns, brows knit together. he gives the man an once-over before sighing exasperatedly, cracking his neck as he gets up from his seat.
"wasn't talking to you, pervert." he mutters, closing the gap between him and the bed in three long strides and eventually crouching down next to it.
above you, ryusei notices his hips stutter slightly, irises sharpening when the look on your face drops and makes way for a whole another expression - something he hasn't really seen on your pretty face yet. he watches as your lips part and eyes almost hurriedly follow sae's movements as he props his elbows up on his knees, leaning in closer.
in a way, you almost look nervous, if your widening eyes and labored breathing is anything to go by. there's something about this dewy appearance, a little anxious and somewhat pliant, that makes ryusei's gut stir with interest and excitement. the coil only tightens some more when sae suddenly reaches for your face, holding your jaw in a firm grip that has you yelping in surprise.
sae's eyes narrow slightly as he zones in on your face, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your cheeks until they squish into one of these cute, irresistible pouts he knows and loves. your whimper catches in your throat and he huffs.
"stop being a brat." the redhead utters, emerald gaze piercing right through you, in all your aroused, puzzled entirety. you're getting off on this - the delightful sting from his hold, ryusei's dumbfounded stare as his movements slow in confusion. in fact, sae can almost hear the cogs turn in the faux blonde's head while he watches your interaction. he's slowly catching up, sae supposes, and the shattered holy shit he groans out only confirms his suspicions.
it's already hard enough for you to focus on anything else but ryusei and the way he grinds himself into you. slow and deep, his hips fit snugly against yours with every languid stroke that prods at all the overstimulated spots. you can feel his hand slide from your neck to your chest, fingers spreading along one of your breasts, groping at the flesh roughly as if to ground himself. truly, it's already enough to make your senses mush, a fuzzy, suffocating feeling rising in every cell.
sae's there to make it worse.
"nii-chan," you stutter, breathy as you intuitively, subconsciously lean into his touch. it's as if every nerve screams to take more. "i'm-"
"shh." he cuts in, only tightening his grip. "feels good, doesn't it?"
you can feel ryusei pick up a steady rhythm, resuming his previous pace, and the way he bullies himself into you over and over, abusing the tender flesh, puts you in a state that's nothing short of delirious. crystal clear tears gather along your lashline, mixing with the already smudged mascara, and your vision blurs.
through the haze, you can make out sae's blown pupils, alert and sharp despite how hooded his eyes are. heavy with arousal, his lashes flutter as he glances down to your lips, still luring him in, begging to steal a kiss or two, then some.
"sae-nii." you whimper again, and you almost sound in pain, sae realizes. you just might be, from the way ryusei doesn't let up his brutal pace, hips hammering into yours. you would've gone flying off the bed if it wasn't for the deathgrip they both have on you.
he doesn't mind your hand reaching for his wrist instead, clammy fingers gripping him for any sort of comfort. "think you can be good for me?" he breathes out, chest shuddering with every exhale. each of ryusei's overbearingly loud noises seems muffled by this point, but sae has to admit the way they mell into one with your sickly sweet mewls does indeed sound unbearably hot. the strain in the front of his pants might just drive him crazy any second, but that's something to worry about later.
right now, his focus is eerily pin-point, entirely on you and each of your wretched, tender reactions.
"m-mhm," you slur, sae's grip effectively turning your words into gibberish. you sound, look so dumb, so fucked out of any substantial thought. his eyes sharpen, fingers unrelenting in their hold, but you can tell from the way his jugular bobs up and down that he's losing composure fast. "pl-pleas-e, will be good f'yew, niichan."
a fresh wave of tears spills down your heated cheeks, soaking between sae's fingers. he knows what you need, notices the yearning, pleading look you give when peering up at him. by this point, it's second nature. you're easier to read than the back of his hand.
it's downright filthy, all teeth and tongue as sae kisses you, mouth molding against yours as he licks into it with vigour. you're drooling a little, just a tad too eager, but sae doesn't actually mind. not when the warmth in his own chest is almost lethal, euphoria in every breath as he devours you, inch by inch, greedy hands roughly grabbing at every exposed piece of flesh.
ryusei fucks a little too well for someone as shell-shocked as he is - or should be, at least. it doesn't seem like he's all that affected, yet alone bothered by the taboo that plays out right for him to witness. if anything, this twisted sort of infatuation between you and sae and the sticky sweet, slick sounds you make when kissing your brother so eagerly may be just the very things to haul him over the edge.
"shit, shit- m' gonna cum, fuck, i'm filling ya up." the striker drawls out, blood rushing between his ears as he chases the familiar sensation. somewhere between unrelenting thrusts and throaty, treacly groans, he slips his other hand between your thighs - only to find sae's fingers already there, rubbing sloppy circles into the throbbing nub.
"don't y' dare," sae grunts, the warning muffled by your tongue lapping at his own still. (god, ryusei thinks, you're gonna make him choke on you, and the entirety of this sick and twisted whatever you two are.) "have some fucking manners, idiot."
he ignores the whining sound that slips past ryusei's mouth, all of his attention on you now as he selfishly, greedily gobbles up every stammering gasp right from your lips. sae feels them wobble, tongue heavy against his own as you struggle to keep up between the irregular bucking of your hips against his palm and ryu's cock still pistoning in and out of your creaming cunt. you're close, he can tell - doesn't even need to listen to your desperate, hiccupy mewls.
"i know, i know," he could've cringed at how slurred his words come out, but there's no place for any shame anymore. sae feels your poor little clit jolt under his touch, rubbed raw from his fingers that only press down harder on the nub with each of ryusei's thrusts.
"cum for me, 'mouto. show me, 's okay."
you start to tremble in his hold, breath hot on his mouth as you babble without a drop of sense, and ryusei holds your hips down while he crams his cock against the sweetest spots. sae can only imagine how tight it feels, to be plowing into you as your little pussy swells and creams, quivering with an orgasm so intense your voice dies in your throat. he wonders how sick it is of him to get this phantom sensation as he watches you fall apart and grip onto him for dear life - his cock twitches against his pants, and it's almost as if he can feel you ooze around him and squeeze his girth so hard, nothing else could ever compare.
sae's almost jealous, wishes that it could be him you were clamping down on in ecstasy. but he's nice tonight. he's a good brother, and an even better lover. (perhaps one ties closely with the other.) just once, he can be generous and grant you your silly wish of having your favorite striker fuck you unconscious - it's not like it matters in the long run.
it doesn't really matter, as long as he is the one carving your sloppy, eager cunt to his shape; branding the supple skin of your décolletage with marks that scream ownership. and it's always him, and you're always so obedient and pliant, a perfect doll for him and all his desires, as carnal as they might be. maybe giving in to your pleading, bambi eyes, therefore allowing all of this to happen, wasn't actually that bad of an idea, sae thinks. he doesn't mind spoiling you rotten, not at all.
in the end, it's still him your bleary eyes search for as pleasure consumes you. it's his name on your lips as you fall apart.
a/n: some time ago, nonnie said: what abt... possibly... sae watchin shidou fuck his sister... and i say: ૮ /////// ა mmmhmm. yea i like the sound of that !
˚ ୨୧⋆ 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⎯⎯ itoshi sae x reader ft. shidou ryusei
wc: 3.7k. cw: nsfw, inc*st/stepc*st (open to interpretation), fem reader. consensual voyeurism, cucking (sae), hints of dubcon & dacryphilia, slight anal play, one mention of ryusei having a tramp stamp hehe. unhealthy relationships/dynamics. this is filth 'nd i'm not sorry ! ꒰ minors + ageless blogs dni ꒱
it's almost agonizing, the amount of red hot pleasure ryusei is putting you through - something far more intense than you've ever bargained for when giving your brother's friend that sweet, doe-eyed look. perhaps you should've listened when sae-nii told you that the blonde is no good, teeth too sharp for your tender skin and mouth too vile for the innocent, gullible mind.
but you're a stubborn little thing.
sae knows it all too well, you've always been like that after all - heart too kind for your own good and eyes awfully curious, always settling on the very things he warned you to stay away from. he should've stopped the idea from spiraling into something so very real - but if your (probably one and only) flaw is that naive, airheaded nature, then sae's must be the horrid, overwhelming yearning to see his lovely imouto ruined.
the redhead feels his chest grow all too hot as he watches the scene in front of him unfold. he could've sworn he's put you through enough filth to defile you, scrub away any trace of innocence - but apparently, ryusei really is a whole different fucking breed.
he must be - 'cause god, sae's never seen nor heard you in such state.
a shudder rips through your brother's chest, jolting him back into full awareness when you squeal, and soon enough, his vision sharpens again. tan, golden fingers tangle in your hair as shidou forces your head up from where it's pressed into the pillows. sae relishes in the way your eyes rolled back into your skull and mouth desperately hangs agape, struggling for a breath, a wheeze, anything - but the firm, rapid rhythm of his thrusts makes something so trivial as breathing impossible.
"holy fucking hell," the box blonde whistles, a crude sound that cuts through the air. "what, cat got ya' tongue now, baby?"
soft little mewls drip from your mouth, saliva pooling at the corners of your plump lips, and sae can't help but roll his eyes despite the uncomfortable throb that wakes in his pants at the sight. (when exactly did you pick up that weird drooling thing from your other brother? he doesn't tolerate the thought that maybe, he just hasn't ever gotten you to this point of mindless slobbering just yet.)
ryusei leans in when the first few babbled sounds leave your throat, incoherent with how heavy your tongue sits in your mouth. deemed unable to speak, you whine between hiccupy moans that only grow louder with each feverish thrust inside your cunt. he curls his broad frame over your back, breathing laboriously by your jaw as he listens for any cogent thought.
a laugh rumbles through his chest when he hears none. as if to force it, he crams his cock all the way up, until you jolt under his weight and give a little cry when the spongy head kisses your cervix.
"ryu-usei," you whine pitifully, a nasally, honeyed tune that makes sae's tummy simmer with need once it reaches his ears. "you're- s' de-ep!"
a condescending coo vibrates against your ear when the blonde presses an awfully tender skin to the spot just behind it. the contrast between his feverish thrusts and sickly sweet kisses turn your brains into mush.
when ryusei speaks, it's merely a white noise, muffled despite the close proximity between you.
"too deep, sweets? should've listened to your nii-chan," he laughs, as if truly amused by your disordered state. "he told ya m' a handful, didn't he?"
you force a little nod, and as if on cue, the rosy-eyed pushes you cheek-down on the mattress to face the man in question.
with your heart thumping in your throat, you swallow back a gasp when your gaze meets sae's. he looks pretty like this - with few first buttons of his silk white shirt undone, gracing you with a sliver of smooth skin, now flushed with what only you can recognize as arousal. as you glance over at the midfielder, you notice him spreading his legs just a tad wider, probably to ease the discomfort in his crotch, and note the way his eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinizes you.
ryusei swears he just felt you squeeze him tighter.
he doesn't pay it much mind, anyway. yeah, it was a little odd when sae first mentioned the only two rules for tonight - one, him in the room with you two at all times, and two, no fucking kissing - but, hey, he's not the one to look a gifted horse in the mouth. the prodigy has always been a little weird about you, too, giving you annoyed looks and rolling his eyes at your bubbly presence only to snarl at a poor soul that dared glance your way the very next second. maybe it's just how siblings are - a weird kinda push-and-pull with a sprinkle of unhealthy attachment.
well, it's not like he knows anythin' about it, nor does he give a single fuck.
not when you're here, pussy creaming on his cock and milking every single drop outta him as you squirm and whimper like he's putting you through the worst abuse ever.
drawing his hips back sloppily, ryusei glances down to where the plump meat of your ass squishes against the top of his quads. a groan rumbles through his chest, guttural as he reaches his other hand to land a harsh smack to one of the cheeks, rough fingertips soon digging into the plush - sure to leave marks for days to follow.
sae winces slightly at the sound, melting into one sick contortion with your surprised squeal, and moves his eyes to where ryusei pulls your cheeks apart. he prods his thumb at your tight little rim and you seize up, moans choked and stuttered between forceful thrusts that just won't let up. as if it wasn't enough, the man tilts his head a little lower, gathering a load of saliva in his mouth before spitting right above where his digit presses against your hole. it's lewd, overwhelming and if it wasn't for the striker's other hand holding your head in place, you would've dug it into the sheets with shame and embarrassment.
but you can't do that. instead, you ever so obediently keep your eyes forward, a little bleary still as you hold sae's gaze. your vision tunnels when ryusei presses down on your face with more force, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs along with sputtered little gasps.
you can still make out the little taunting smile that pulls at the corners of sae's mouth, charmed by your faux struggle. it’s nothing he’s never done to you before.
"look at that," a low hum resonates from above you when eventually, ryusei's finger slips right inside with ease, thanks to the additional lubrication, as makeshift as it is. "fuck, there ya go, little one."
you moan quietly, wet lashes fluttering at the delightful intrusion. as if instinctively, your hips lift off the bed in a sharp movement, pushing ryu's finger even deeper, up until the second knuckle.
you can almost hear the grin crack through his features, all teeth and borderline crazed at the way your body reacts to him.
"i think you're a little liar," the striker drawls, a throaty groan meddling with his words. "no fuckin' way you're not sneakin' behind his back, baby. you're a propher little nympho."
there's this bubbling, searing feel that's been building steadily in your tummy, and it now only grows stronger at the unintentional praise. your hips jerk against the mattress, eyes rolling backwards to meet ryusei's cherry pink gaze instead, and you both miss the way sae's hand grabs at the now achingly hard bulge pressing against the zipper of his pants.
his chest grows unbearably hot, pulse throbbing in his ears in an irregular rhythm that matches the one against his palm when he languidly squeezes himself. even through the layers of fabric, sae feels his cock fucking leak, resting heavy against the inside of his thigh and twitching with every sweet, airy sound his friend forces out of you.
ryusei isn't dumb per se, but god, he's dense for not coming to realization with any of it.
sae shudders, shoulders tense when he straightens himself and clears his vision a little. he does it just in time to see the man in question pull out of you, drawing a gasp from your swollen mouth, only to manhandle you to your back in a fluid, yet slightly rough move.
your brother almost hears the way your breath catches in your throat, heart rabbiting against your ribcage when ryusei easily mauls your legs around his waist. he digs his fingers in the doughy flesh of your hips, pulling them up slightly as he aligns himself again, and to both his and sae's surprise, you push at his chest weakly.
ryu huffs slightly, strands of icy blonde falling into his eyes as he glares down at your teary, flushed face. "what?"
you gasp when he ignores your nudging, instead prodding at your hole again, cockhead hot and slick on your lips as he slides it between them in teasing, short strokes.
"'sei, wait-" you whine in protest, hand smacking against one of his hard pecs, nails momentarily cutting through the tawny, glistening skin. "that's s'much, too much."
you're breathy, chest rising and falling so rapidly, you might as well be choking on air. the striker furrows his brows in confusion, chest heaving as he takes note of your drowsy eyes, simmering with tears and gleaming with euphoria - so contrary to your little fuss. he only rolls his eyes at the little drawled out mewls that come tumbling out your loud little mouth with each nudge on your clit, and assumes there's nothing to watch out for in the end. he eases your legs around his waist, your ankles locking at the small of his back - right where the cheeky, rough ink seeps into his brown skin - and rolls his hips forward.
head tipping back at the sting, you feel your walls stretch and accommodate to ryusei's girth all over again. his tip knocks against all the swollen spots on his way in and you whine tearfully. it's too much - all of it. he's good, awfully so, and your head feels like it's filled with cotton, stripped away from a single coherent thought. the pleasure rolls through every nerve, icy cold with the way it makes every muscle shudder, and yet it really does make you think you're on the verge of breaking.
sae-nii was a little right, after all - but it's not like you'll admit it and give him that pleasure. ryusei is a little too much than you can handle, despite how delirious he drives you, and even if every sheepish glance and desperate touch his way makes your heart flutter with silly infatuation.
"ryusei," you cry out again, and there's even a little sniffle to top off the fit. "'said- too much, fuck."
there's one thing about you that brings sae to white hot annoyance - you're whiny. perhaps it's your wide, glossy eyes and how they seem to have a way with him, granting you your every wish. maybe it just stuck to him from your adolescent years, a typical dynamic for all siblings, blood bound or not - but god does it bring him to the verge of insanity sometimes. he feels his eye twitch as you arch your back, a pretty, smooth curve that only makes your tits press further against ryusei's chiseled chest. you're squirming away, little sounds of complaint blending into the athlete's hoarse grunts and your own high-pitched moans.
sae waits, just a little bit more; gives you a chance, if you will. he only does it 'cause he's nice, and actually wants you to try and fix this attitude yourself before he steps in. after all, he knows you best - sees you in such dumb, fucked out state all too often - and he's sure you're not truly anywhere near your limit just yet.
but you don't take on the opportunity and grab at ryuisei's wrist instead when his palm goes to curl around your neck, hot and pulsating with every rapid beat of your heart. rose-colored irises lour as they settle on your face and make out just the faintest trace of a pout, more playful than truly sorrowful.
a startled yelp rolls off your tongue when a set of blunt nails digs into the supple skin on your throat, a consequence of ryu tightening his grip on your airways. you sputter for air as he gives you a firm shove, head hitting the mattress with more force this time, as if to assert his dominance.
"behave."
sae suddenly interjects from his spot on the armchair, and if only he wasn't so exasperated, he would've laughed at how quickly both of you snapped your heads in his direction.
it's low as he speaks, voice still merely a monotone hum, a warning laced between words. ryusei drags himself along your walls, drawing a strangled sound from your lips, but to his surprise, it's nowhere as desperate nor tinny as moments before.
the blonde breathes out a laugh, head tilting as his mouth stretches into a shit-eating grin when he glances over at sae. "hah? you gotta come and make m-"
sae fixes him a look, one that almost comes off as disgusted when he frowns, brows knit together. he gives the man an once-over before sighing exasperatedly, cracking his neck as he gets up from his seat.
"wasn't talking to you, pervert." he mutters, closing the gap between him and the bed in three long strides and eventually crouching down next to it.
above you, ryusei notices his hips stutter slightly, irises sharpening when the look on your face drops and makes way for a whole another expression - something he hasn't really seen on your pretty face yet. he watches as your lips part and eyes almost hurriedly follow sae's movements as he props his elbows up on his knees, leaning in closer.
in a way, you almost look nervous, if your widening eyes and labored breathing is anything to go by. there's something about this dewy appearance, a little anxious and somewhat pliant, that makes ryusei's gut stir with interest and excitement. the coil only tightens some more when sae suddenly reaches for your face, holding your jaw in a firm grip that has you yelping in surprise.
sae's eyes narrow slightly as he zones in on your face, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your cheeks until they squish into one of these cute, irresistible pouts he knows and loves. your whimper catches in your throat and he huffs.
"stop being a brat." the redhead utters, emerald gaze piercing right through you, in all your aroused, puzzled entirety. you're getting off on this - the delightful sting from his hold, ryusei's dumbfounded stare as his movements slow in confusion. in fact, sae can almost hear the cogs turn in the faux blonde's head while he watches your interaction. he's slowly catching up, sae supposes, and the shattered holy shit he groans out only confirms his suspicions.
it's already hard enough for you to focus on anything else but ryusei and the way he grinds himself into you. slow and deep, his hips fit snugly against yours with every languid stroke that prods at all the overstimulated spots. you can feel his hand slide from your neck to your chest, fingers spreading along one of your breasts, groping at the flesh roughly as if to ground himself. truly, it's already enough to make your senses mush, a fuzzy, suffocating feeling rising in every cell.
sae's there to make it worse.
"nii-chan," you stutter, breathy as you intuitively, subconsciously lean into his touch. it's as if every nerve screams to take more. "i'm-"
"shh." he cuts in, only tightening his grip. "feels good, doesn't it?"
you can feel ryusei pick up a steady rhythm, resuming his previous pace, and the way he bullies himself into you over and over, abusing the tender flesh, puts you in a state that's nothing short of delirious. crystal clear tears gather along your lashline, mixing with the already smudged mascara, and your vision blurs.
through the haze, you can make out sae's blown pupils, alert and sharp despite how hooded his eyes are. heavy with arousal, his lashes flutter as he glances down to your lips, still luring him in, begging to steal a kiss or two, then some.
"sae-nii." you whimper again, and you almost sound in pain, sae realizes. you just might be, from the way ryusei doesn't let up his brutal pace, hips hammering into yours. you would've gone flying off the bed if it wasn't for the deathgrip they both have on you.
he doesn't mind your hand reaching for his wrist instead, clammy fingers gripping him for any sort of comfort. "think you can be good for me?" he breathes out, chest shuddering with every exhale. each of ryusei's overbearingly loud noises seems muffled by this point, but sae has to admit the way they mell into one with your sickly sweet mewls does indeed sound unbearably hot. the strain in the front of his pants might just drive him crazy any second, but that's something to worry about later.
right now, his focus is eerily pin-point, entirely on you and each of your wretched, tender reactions.
"m-mhm," you slur, sae's grip effectively turning your words into gibberish. you sound, look so dumb, so fucked out of any substantial thought. his eyes sharpen, fingers unrelenting in their hold, but you can tell from the way his jugular bobs up and down that he's losing composure fast. "pl-pleas-e, will be good f'yew, niichan."
a fresh wave of tears spills down your heated cheeks, soaking between sae's fingers. he knows what you need, notices the yearning, pleading look you give when peering up at him. by this point, it's second nature. you're easier to read than the back of his hand.
it's downright filthy, all teeth and tongue as sae kisses you, mouth molding against yours as he licks into it with vigour. you're drooling a little, just a tad too eager, but sae doesn't actually mind. not when the warmth in his own chest is almost lethal, euphoria in every breath as he devours you, inch by inch, greedy hands roughly grabbing at every exposed piece of flesh.
ryusei fucks a little too well for someone as shell-shocked as he is - or should be, at least. it doesn't seem like he's all that affected, yet alone bothered by the taboo that plays out right for him to witness. if anything, this twisted sort of infatuation between you and sae and the sticky sweet, slick sounds you make when kissing your brother so eagerly may be just the very things to haul him over the edge.
"shit, shit- m' gonna cum, fuck, i'm filling ya up." the striker drawls out, blood rushing between his ears as he chases the familiar sensation. somewhere between unrelenting thrusts and throaty, treacly groans, he slips his other hand between your thighs - only to find sae's fingers already there, rubbing sloppy circles into the throbbing nub.
"don't y' dare," sae grunts, the warning muffled by your tongue lapping at his own still. (god, ryusei thinks, you're gonna make him choke on you, and the entirety of this sick and twisted whatever you two are.) "have some fucking manners, idiot."
he ignores the whining sound that slips past ryusei's mouth, all of his attention on you now as he selfishly, greedily gobbles up every stammering gasp right from your lips. sae feels them wobble, tongue heavy against his own as you struggle to keep up between the irregular bucking of your hips against his palm and ryu's cock still pistoning in and out of your creaming cunt. you're close, he can tell - doesn't even need to listen to your desperate, hiccupy mewls.
"i know, i know," he could've cringed at how slurred his words come out, but there's no place for any shame anymore. sae feels your poor little clit jolt under his touch, rubbed raw from his fingers that only press down harder on the nub with each of ryusei's thrusts.
"cum for me, 'mouto. show me, 's okay."
you start to tremble in his hold, breath hot on his mouth as you babble without a drop of sense, and ryusei holds your hips down while he crams his cock against the sweetest spots. sae can only imagine how tight it feels, to be plowing into you as your little pussy swells and creams, quivering with an orgasm so intense your voice dies in your throat. he wonders how sick it is of him to get this phantom sensation as he watches you fall apart and grip onto him for dear life - his cock twitches against his pants, and it's almost as if he can feel you ooze around him and squeeze his girth so hard, nothing else could ever compare.
sae's almost jealous, wishes that it could be him you were clamping down on in ecstasy. but he's nice tonight. he's a good brother, and an even better lover. (perhaps one ties closely with the other.) just once, he can be generous and grant you your silly wish of having your favorite striker fuck you unconscious - it's not like it matters in the long run.
it doesn't really matter, as long as he is the one carving your sloppy, eager cunt to his shape; branding the supple skin of your décolletage with marks that scream ownership. and it's always him, and you're always so obedient and pliant, a perfect doll for him and all his desires, as carnal as they might be. maybe giving in to your pleading, bambi eyes, therefore allowing all of this to happen, wasn't actually that bad of an idea, sae thinks. he doesn't mind spoiling you rotten, not at all.
in the end, it's still him your bleary eyes search for as pleasure consumes you. it's his name on your lips as you fall apart.
a/n: some time ago, nonnie said: what abt... possibly... sae watchin shidou fuck his sister... and i say: ૮ /////// ა mmmhmm. yea i like the sound of that !
˚ ୨୧⋆ 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⎯⎯ itoshi sae x reader ft. shidou ryusei
wc: 3.7k. cw: nsfw, inc*st/stepc*st (open to interpretation), fem reader. consensual voyeurism, cucking (sae), hints of dubcon & dacryphilia, slight anal play, one mention of ryusei having a tramp stamp hehe. unhealthy relationships/dynamics. this is filth 'nd i'm not sorry ! ꒰ minors + ageless blogs dni ꒱
it's almost agonizing, the amount of red hot pleasure ryusei is putting you through - something far more intense than you've ever bargained for when giving your brother's friend that sweet, doe-eyed look. perhaps you should've listened when sae-nii told you that the blonde is no good, teeth too sharp for your tender skin and mouth too vile for the innocent, gullible mind.
but you're a stubborn little thing.
sae knows it all too well, you've always been like that after all - heart too kind for your own good and eyes awfully curious, always settling on the very things he warned you to stay away from. he should've stopped the idea from spiraling into something so very real - but if your (probably one and only) flaw is that naive, airheaded nature, then sae's must be the horrid, overwhelming yearning to see his lovely imouto ruined.
the redhead feels his chest grow all too hot as he watches the scene in front of him unfold. he could've sworn he's put you through enough filth to defile you, scrub away any trace of innocence - but apparently, ryusei really is a whole different fucking breed.
he must be - 'cause god, sae's never seen nor heard you in such state.
a shudder rips through your brother's chest, jolting him back into full awareness when you squeal, and soon enough, his vision sharpens again. tan, golden fingers tangle in your hair as shidou forces your head up from where it's pressed into the pillows. sae relishes in the way your eyes rolled back into your skull and mouth desperately hangs agape, struggling for a breath, a wheeze, anything - but the firm, rapid rhythm of his thrusts makes something so trivial as breathing impossible.
"holy fucking hell," the box blonde whistles, a crude sound that cuts through the air. "what, cat got ya' tongue now, baby?"
soft little mewls drip from your mouth, saliva pooling at the corners of your plump lips, and sae can't help but roll his eyes despite the uncomfortable throb that wakes in his pants at the sight. (when exactly did you pick up that weird drooling thing from your other brother? he doesn't tolerate the thought that maybe, he just hasn't ever gotten you to this point of mindless slobbering just yet.)
ryusei leans in when the first few babbled sounds leave your throat, incoherent with how heavy your tongue sits in your mouth. deemed unable to speak, you whine between hiccupy moans that only grow louder with each feverish thrust inside your cunt. he curls his broad frame over your back, breathing laboriously by your jaw as he listens for any cogent thought.
a laugh rumbles through his chest when he hears none. as if to force it, he crams his cock all the way up, until you jolt under his weight and give a little cry when the spongy head kisses your cervix.
"ryu-usei," you whine pitifully, a nasally, honeyed tune that makes sae's tummy simmer with need once it reaches his ears. "you're- s' de-ep!"
a condescending coo vibrates against your ear when the blonde presses an awfully tender skin to the spot just behind it. the contrast between his feverish thrusts and sickly sweet kisses turn your brains into mush.
when ryusei speaks, it's merely a white noise, muffled despite the close proximity between you.
"too deep, sweets? should've listened to your nii-chan," he laughs, as if truly amused by your disordered state. "he told ya m' a handful, didn't he?"
you force a little nod, and as if on cue, the rosy-eyed pushes you cheek-down on the mattress to face the man in question.
with your heart thumping in your throat, you swallow back a gasp when your gaze meets sae's. he looks pretty like this - with few first buttons of his silk white shirt undone, gracing you with a sliver of smooth skin, now flushed with what only you can recognize as arousal. as you glance over at the midfielder, you notice him spreading his legs just a tad wider, probably to ease the discomfort in his crotch, and note the way his eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinizes you.
ryusei swears he just felt you squeeze him tighter.
he doesn't pay it much mind, anyway. yeah, it was a little odd when sae first mentioned the only two rules for tonight - one, him in the room with you two at all times, and two, no fucking kissing - but, hey, he's not the one to look a gifted horse in the mouth. the prodigy has always been a little weird about you, too, giving you annoyed looks and rolling his eyes at your bubbly presence only to snarl at a poor soul that dared glance your way the very next second. maybe it's just how siblings are - a weird kinda push-and-pull with a sprinkle of unhealthy attachment.
well, it's not like he knows anythin' about it, nor does he give a single fuck.
not when you're here, pussy creaming on his cock and milking every single drop outta him as you squirm and whimper like he's putting you through the worst abuse ever.
drawing his hips back sloppily, ryusei glances down to where the plump meat of your ass squishes against the top of his quads. a groan rumbles through his chest, guttural as he reaches his other hand to land a harsh smack to one of the cheeks, rough fingertips soon digging into the plush - sure to leave marks for days to follow.
sae winces slightly at the sound, melting into one sick contortion with your surprised squeal, and moves his eyes to where ryusei pulls your cheeks apart. he prods his thumb at your tight little rim and you seize up, moans choked and stuttered between forceful thrusts that just won't let up. as if it wasn't enough, the man tilts his head a little lower, gathering a load of saliva in his mouth before spitting right above where his digit presses against your hole. it's lewd, overwhelming and if it wasn't for the striker's other hand holding your head in place, you would've dug it into the sheets with shame and embarrassment.
but you can't do that. instead, you ever so obediently keep your eyes forward, a little bleary still as you hold sae's gaze. your vision tunnels when ryusei presses down on your face with more force, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs along with sputtered little gasps.
you can still make out the little taunting smile that pulls at the corners of sae's mouth, charmed by your faux struggle. it’s nothing he’s never done to you before.
"look at that," a low hum resonates from above you when eventually, ryusei's finger slips right inside with ease, thanks to the additional lubrication, as makeshift as it is. "fuck, there ya go, little one."
you moan quietly, wet lashes fluttering at the delightful intrusion. as if instinctively, your hips lift off the bed in a sharp movement, pushing ryu's finger even deeper, up until the second knuckle.
you can almost hear the grin crack through his features, all teeth and borderline crazed at the way your body reacts to him.
"i think you're a little liar," the striker drawls, a throaty groan meddling with his words. "no fuckin' way you're not sneakin' behind his back, baby. you're a propher little nympho."
there's this bubbling, searing feel that's been building steadily in your tummy, and it now only grows stronger at the unintentional praise. your hips jerk against the mattress, eyes rolling backwards to meet ryusei's cherry pink gaze instead, and you both miss the way sae's hand grabs at the now achingly hard bulge pressing against the zipper of his pants.
his chest grows unbearably hot, pulse throbbing in his ears in an irregular rhythm that matches the one against his palm when he languidly squeezes himself. even through the layers of fabric, sae feels his cock fucking leak, resting heavy against the inside of his thigh and twitching with every sweet, airy sound his friend forces out of you.
ryusei isn't dumb per se, but god, he's dense for not coming to realization with any of it.
sae shudders, shoulders tense when he straightens himself and clears his vision a little. he does it just in time to see the man in question pull out of you, drawing a gasp from your swollen mouth, only to manhandle you to your back in a fluid, yet slightly rough move.
your brother almost hears the way your breath catches in your throat, heart rabbiting against your ribcage when ryusei easily mauls your legs around his waist. he digs his fingers in the doughy flesh of your hips, pulling them up slightly as he aligns himself again, and to both his and sae's surprise, you push at his chest weakly.
ryu huffs slightly, strands of icy blonde falling into his eyes as he glares down at your teary, flushed face. "what?"
you gasp when he ignores your nudging, instead prodding at your hole again, cockhead hot and slick on your lips as he slides it between them in teasing, short strokes.
"'sei, wait-" you whine in protest, hand smacking against one of his hard pecs, nails momentarily cutting through the tawny, glistening skin. "that's s'much, too much."
you're breathy, chest rising and falling so rapidly, you might as well be choking on air. the striker furrows his brows in confusion, chest heaving as he takes note of your drowsy eyes, simmering with tears and gleaming with euphoria - so contrary to your little fuss. he only rolls his eyes at the little drawled out mewls that come tumbling out your loud little mouth with each nudge on your clit, and assumes there's nothing to watch out for in the end. he eases your legs around his waist, your ankles locking at the small of his back - right where the cheeky, rough ink seeps into his brown skin - and rolls his hips forward.
head tipping back at the sting, you feel your walls stretch and accommodate to ryusei's girth all over again. his tip knocks against all the swollen spots on his way in and you whine tearfully. it's too much - all of it. he's good, awfully so, and your head feels like it's filled with cotton, stripped away from a single coherent thought. the pleasure rolls through every nerve, icy cold with the way it makes every muscle shudder, and yet it really does make you think you're on the verge of breaking.
sae-nii was a little right, after all - but it's not like you'll admit it and give him that pleasure. ryusei is a little too much than you can handle, despite how delirious he drives you, and even if every sheepish glance and desperate touch his way makes your heart flutter with silly infatuation.
"ryusei," you cry out again, and there's even a little sniffle to top off the fit. "'said- too much, fuck."
there's one thing about you that brings sae to white hot annoyance - you're whiny. perhaps it's your wide, glossy eyes and how they seem to have a way with him, granting you your every wish. maybe it just stuck to him from your adolescent years, a typical dynamic for all siblings, blood bound or not - but god does it bring him to the verge of insanity sometimes. he feels his eye twitch as you arch your back, a pretty, smooth curve that only makes your tits press further against ryusei's chiseled chest. you're squirming away, little sounds of complaint blending into the athlete's hoarse grunts and your own high-pitched moans.
sae waits, just a little bit more; gives you a chance, if you will. he only does it 'cause he's nice, and actually wants you to try and fix this attitude yourself before he steps in. after all, he knows you best - sees you in such dumb, fucked out state all too often - and he's sure you're not truly anywhere near your limit just yet.
but you don't take on the opportunity and grab at ryuisei's wrist instead when his palm goes to curl around your neck, hot and pulsating with every rapid beat of your heart. rose-colored irises lour as they settle on your face and make out just the faintest trace of a pout, more playful than truly sorrowful.
a startled yelp rolls off your tongue when a set of blunt nails digs into the supple skin on your throat, a consequence of ryu tightening his grip on your airways. you sputter for air as he gives you a firm shove, head hitting the mattress with more force this time, as if to assert his dominance.
"behave."
sae suddenly interjects from his spot on the armchair, and if only he wasn't so exasperated, he would've laughed at how quickly both of you snapped your heads in his direction.
it's low as he speaks, voice still merely a monotone hum, a warning laced between words. ryusei drags himself along your walls, drawing a strangled sound from your lips, but to his surprise, it's nowhere as desperate nor tinny as moments before.
the blonde breathes out a laugh, head tilting as his mouth stretches into a shit-eating grin when he glances over at sae. "hah? you gotta come and make m-"
sae fixes him a look, one that almost comes off as disgusted when he frowns, brows knit together. he gives the man an once-over before sighing exasperatedly, cracking his neck as he gets up from his seat.
"wasn't talking to you, pervert." he mutters, closing the gap between him and the bed in three long strides and eventually crouching down next to it.
above you, ryusei notices his hips stutter slightly, irises sharpening when the look on your face drops and makes way for a whole another expression - something he hasn't really seen on your pretty face yet. he watches as your lips part and eyes almost hurriedly follow sae's movements as he props his elbows up on his knees, leaning in closer.
in a way, you almost look nervous, if your widening eyes and labored breathing is anything to go by. there's something about this dewy appearance, a little anxious and somewhat pliant, that makes ryusei's gut stir with interest and excitement. the coil only tightens some more when sae suddenly reaches for your face, holding your jaw in a firm grip that has you yelping in surprise.
sae's eyes narrow slightly as he zones in on your face, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your cheeks until they squish into one of these cute, irresistible pouts he knows and loves. your whimper catches in your throat and he huffs.
"stop being a brat." the redhead utters, emerald gaze piercing right through you, in all your aroused, puzzled entirety. you're getting off on this - the delightful sting from his hold, ryusei's dumbfounded stare as his movements slow in confusion. in fact, sae can almost hear the cogs turn in the faux blonde's head while he watches your interaction. he's slowly catching up, sae supposes, and the shattered holy shit he groans out only confirms his suspicions.
it's already hard enough for you to focus on anything else but ryusei and the way he grinds himself into you. slow and deep, his hips fit snugly against yours with every languid stroke that prods at all the overstimulated spots. you can feel his hand slide from your neck to your chest, fingers spreading along one of your breasts, groping at the flesh roughly as if to ground himself. truly, it's already enough to make your senses mush, a fuzzy, suffocating feeling rising in every cell.
sae's there to make it worse.
"nii-chan," you stutter, breathy as you intuitively, subconsciously lean into his touch. it's as if every nerve screams to take more. "i'm-"
"shh." he cuts in, only tightening his grip. "feels good, doesn't it?"
you can feel ryusei pick up a steady rhythm, resuming his previous pace, and the way he bullies himself into you over and over, abusing the tender flesh, puts you in a state that's nothing short of delirious. crystal clear tears gather along your lashline, mixing with the already smudged mascara, and your vision blurs.
through the haze, you can make out sae's blown pupils, alert and sharp despite how hooded his eyes are. heavy with arousal, his lashes flutter as he glances down to your lips, still luring him in, begging to steal a kiss or two, then some.
"sae-nii." you whimper again, and you almost sound in pain, sae realizes. you just might be, from the way ryusei doesn't let up his brutal pace, hips hammering into yours. you would've gone flying off the bed if it wasn't for the deathgrip they both have on you.
he doesn't mind your hand reaching for his wrist instead, clammy fingers gripping him for any sort of comfort. "think you can be good for me?" he breathes out, chest shuddering with every exhale. each of ryusei's overbearingly loud noises seems muffled by this point, but sae has to admit the way they mell into one with your sickly sweet mewls does indeed sound unbearably hot. the strain in the front of his pants might just drive him crazy any second, but that's something to worry about later.
right now, his focus is eerily pin-point, entirely on you and each of your wretched, tender reactions.
"m-mhm," you slur, sae's grip effectively turning your words into gibberish. you sound, look so dumb, so fucked out of any substantial thought. his eyes sharpen, fingers unrelenting in their hold, but you can tell from the way his jugular bobs up and down that he's losing composure fast. "pl-pleas-e, will be good f'yew, niichan."
a fresh wave of tears spills down your heated cheeks, soaking between sae's fingers. he knows what you need, notices the yearning, pleading look you give when peering up at him. by this point, it's second nature. you're easier to read than the back of his hand.
it's downright filthy, all teeth and tongue as sae kisses you, mouth molding against yours as he licks into it with vigour. you're drooling a little, just a tad too eager, but sae doesn't actually mind. not when the warmth in his own chest is almost lethal, euphoria in every breath as he devours you, inch by inch, greedy hands roughly grabbing at every exposed piece of flesh.
ryusei fucks a little too well for someone as shell-shocked as he is - or should be, at least. it doesn't seem like he's all that affected, yet alone bothered by the taboo that plays out right for him to witness. if anything, this twisted sort of infatuation between you and sae and the sticky sweet, slick sounds you make when kissing your brother so eagerly may be just the very things to haul him over the edge.
"shit, shit- m' gonna cum, fuck, i'm filling ya up." the striker drawls out, blood rushing between his ears as he chases the familiar sensation. somewhere between unrelenting thrusts and throaty, treacly groans, he slips his other hand between your thighs - only to find sae's fingers already there, rubbing sloppy circles into the throbbing nub.
"don't y' dare," sae grunts, the warning muffled by your tongue lapping at his own still. (god, ryusei thinks, you're gonna make him choke on you, and the entirety of this sick and twisted whatever you two are.) "have some fucking manners, idiot."
he ignores the whining sound that slips past ryusei's mouth, all of his attention on you now as he selfishly, greedily gobbles up every stammering gasp right from your lips. sae feels them wobble, tongue heavy against his own as you struggle to keep up between the irregular bucking of your hips against his palm and ryu's cock still pistoning in and out of your creaming cunt. you're close, he can tell - doesn't even need to listen to your desperate, hiccupy mewls.
"i know, i know," he could've cringed at how slurred his words come out, but there's no place for any shame anymore. sae feels your poor little clit jolt under his touch, rubbed raw from his fingers that only press down harder on the nub with each of ryusei's thrusts.
"cum for me, 'mouto. show me, 's okay."
you start to tremble in his hold, breath hot on his mouth as you babble without a drop of sense, and ryusei holds your hips down while he crams his cock against the sweetest spots. sae can only imagine how tight it feels, to be plowing into you as your little pussy swells and creams, quivering with an orgasm so intense your voice dies in your throat. he wonders how sick it is of him to get this phantom sensation as he watches you fall apart and grip onto him for dear life - his cock twitches against his pants, and it's almost as if he can feel you ooze around him and squeeze his girth so hard, nothing else could ever compare.
sae's almost jealous, wishes that it could be him you were clamping down on in ecstasy. but he's nice tonight. he's a good brother, and an even better lover. (perhaps one ties closely with the other.) just once, he can be generous and grant you your silly wish of having your favorite striker fuck you unconscious - it's not like it matters in the long run.
it doesn't really matter, as long as he is the one carving your sloppy, eager cunt to his shape; branding the supple skin of your décolletage with marks that scream ownership. and it's always him, and you're always so obedient and pliant, a perfect doll for him and all his desires, as carnal as they might be. maybe giving in to your pleading, bambi eyes, therefore allowing all of this to happen, wasn't actually that bad of an idea, sae thinks. he doesn't mind spoiling you rotten, not at all.
in the end, it's still him your bleary eyes search for as pleasure consumes you. it's his name on your lips as you fall apart.
a/n: some time ago, nonnie said: what abt... possibly... sae watchin shidou fuck his sister... and i say: ૮ /////// ა mmmhmm. yea i like the sound of that !
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hi hiii ! as mentioned once or twice, i've decided to start fresh & move blogs ^_^ i'm planning 2 finish moving by the end of the month. until then, i'll be still using this account, mainly to answer remaining asks - i'd appreciate if any new interactions took place on @/dacrinphilia, though, 'cause that's where i'll be spending most of my time from now on to kickstart the blog! all new no lukewarm love event works & other longer fics will only be posted over there as well. more details under the cut!
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for the time being, i'd suggest following both this blog & @/dacrinphilia as well. until i'm finished w/ clearing out my askbox, i will be posting content both here & on the new blog. all of the answered tags will be reblogged to the new place as well, though - so it's up 2 u whether u stay here or not. i'll try to make sure you don't miss anything <3
once i'm done clearing out the askbox as much as i can,, itoshi-s will be archived. i don't want to deactivate (reposting sounds like hell lol) but i won't be using this account at all afterwards.
why am i moving? i didn't start this blog with writing in mind, and i hate how messy it became overtime. starting fresh with new tags & layouts will make ur gal sm happier hehe ^_^ and i hope it'll be easier 4 u to look up new content as well!
mootsies, regulars & anons - i hope to see u there <3
thank you everyone for making itoshi-s my safe place 2 lose my mind over 2d men. it's been wonderful !! reaching nearly 2k on here over the span of not even 6 months is CRAZY o_O ur all so dear to me,, let's continue being insane 2gether !
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hi hiii ! as mentioned once or twice, i've decided to start fresh & move blogs ^_^ i'm planning 2 finish moving by the end of the month. until then, i'll be still using this account, mainly to answer remaining asks - i'd appreciate if any new interactions took place on @/dacrinphilia, though, 'cause that's where i'll be spending most of my time from now on to kickstart the blog! all new no lukewarm love event works & other longer fics will only be posted over there as well. more details under the cut!
all interactions on the new blog will be coming from my new main, @/itshis.
for the time being, i'd suggest following both this blog & @/dacrinphilia as well. until i'm finished w/ clearing out my askbox, i will be posting content both here & on the new blog. all of the answered tags will be reblogged to the new place as well, though - so it's up 2 u whether u stay here or not. i'll try to make sure you don't miss anything <3
once i'm done clearing out the askbox as much as i can,, itoshi-s will be archived. i don't want to deactivate (reposting sounds like hell lol) but i won't be using this account at all afterwards.
why am i moving? i didn't start this blog with writing in mind, and i hate how messy it became overtime. starting fresh with new tags & layouts will make ur gal sm happier hehe ^_^ and i hope it'll be easier 4 u to look up new content as well!
mootsies, regulars & anons - i hope to see u there <3
thank you everyone for making itoshi-s my safe place 2 lose my mind over 2d men. it's been wonderful !! reaching nearly 2k on here over the span of not even 6 months is CRAZY o_O ur all so dear to me,, let's continue being insane 2gether !
reblogs appreciated!! regular navi can be found here
hi hiii ! as mentioned once or twice, i've decided to start fresh & move blogs ^_^ i'm planning 2 finish moving by the end of the month. until then, i'll be still using this account, mainly to answer remaining asks - i'd appreciate if any new interactions took place on @/dacrinphilia, though, 'cause that's where i'll be spending most of my time from now on to kickstart the blog! all new no lukewarm love event works & other longer fics will only be posted over there as well. more details under the cut!
all interactions on the new blog will be coming from my new main, @/itshis.
for the time being, i'd suggest following both this blog & @/dacrinphilia as well. until i'm finished w/ clearing out my askbox, i will be posting content both here & on the new blog. all of the answered tags will be reblogged to the new place as well, though - so it's up 2 u whether u stay here or not. i'll try to make sure you don't miss anything <3
once i'm done clearing out the askbox as much as i can,, itoshi-s will be archived. i don't want to deactivate (reposting sounds like hell lol) but i won't be using this account at all afterwards.
why am i moving? i didn't start this blog with writing in mind, and i hate how messy it became overtime. starting fresh with new tags & layouts will make ur gal sm happier hehe ^_^ and i hope it'll be easier 4 u to look up new content as well!
mootsies, regulars & anons - i hope to see u there <3
thank you everyone for making itoshi-s my safe place 2 lose my mind over 2d men. it's been wonderful !! reaching nearly 2k on here over the span of not even 6 months is CRAZY o_O ur all so dear to me,, let's continue being insane 2gether !
sae gets you these cute furry handcuffs, w/ two chains attaching the heart shaped jewel plug 2 them :( he likes to see u panting and drooling on the pillows below, hands trembling in their place on your back as you try to stay still. each little movement only pulls at the plug sitting pretty between your cheeks, eliciting breathy broken moans from your mouth — and so, he makes sure to be just a little meaner, make you squirm some more. anything to hear more of those sweet little whimpers :(
sae have been ignoring you since the last fight yesterday (not serious fight) when he come home, you dont stop following him and talking how he should know better, bla bla bla. sae walk into the bathroom with his bathrobe. then he remove his bathrobe and get in the jacuzzi, he spread his hand and leg and say “why dont you come in here so we can talk properly ?”
this is 1000% his way of solving this kinda silly arguments…. see, sae does know how to apologize — he just needs a little time to do it, but he will, and it’s gonna be sincere too — but there’s no point in talking when it’s just some unserious shit. he will kiss you sorry and mumble apologies to you later that night, and give you a little smile when you roll your eyes at him in reply. but first, sae makes it up to you in.. different ways 😵💫 teases you so much too oh gawd you’re sooo right nonnie.
“why don’t you come here so we can talk properly?” he asks, spreading his legs as if to make space for you — asking you to settle between them. sae tilts his head to the side as he watches you strip, and the tension thickens — soaks in all the heat around the bubbling tub, twisting knots in the pit of your tummy.
you get into the tub, taking the seat opposite of him at first and sae almost sighs. he only ever bites it back when you actually move to kneel between his legs, urging him to sit up higher, hand wrapping around his cock when he eventually settles in place.
you give him a little annoyed look, one that only grows more sour when he twitches in your hand upon the sight.
you sigh exasperatedly, feeling his hand gather your hair back— “how am i supposed to talk with your dick down my throat?”
it hurts my heart every time when my fyp shows sae and rin edits. like, i love sae and he is my number 1. but when he said that during u20 i feel so so sorry towards rin 😭 so i was thinking, when you try to comfort him during sex. i know he probably wants to be alone but someone’s need to be there with him and tells him everything is fine 😭 then, there’s no rushing, he handle it in slow pace, you kiss him softly, the comfort silence where’s only panting breathe. idk what to elaborate anymore but seriously, if i was in rin’s place i would sobbing HARD
PLEASEEE the rinsae edits are seriously sooo fcked like. WHY make me suffer like this ;w; !! see i know what sae's going for and it's probably forcing rin to finally focus on himself & building his own ego BUT!! MANNNN why be so mean :( why break his heart all over again. srsly we haven't seen my man much ever since. what's going on. how is he doing. i'm WORRIED i need to see him asap !!!!!!
that being said ,,, yeah comfort sex w/ rin :( mmmhm. i think he def gets all in his head even years later. i like to think he sorts everything out, works on all the issues sae's treatment sparked. but he has bad days still, he's only human after all - and you know he's changed and matured from the way he doesn't ignore you anymore when one of the worse moods hit. he'd usually either push you away, silently pleading to give him space, or then again, accidentally let his mouth run and take the frustration out on you. rin is impulsive, and has a sharp tongue, too - but he's learnt to control it, for his own sake but primarily for yours as well.
and surprisingly, this newfound maturity shows through when he has you underneath him later on at night as well. rin's a greedy lover, usually. he's as needy as they get, desperate to have all of you in his grasp - feel, hear, taste the entirety of you. but when the unease sits heavy in the pit of his gut and makes his heart stutter all too often, the usual feverish kisses, rough handling and lewd muttering all turn into something tender. he stifles the frustration down until it's merely a white noise, a gentle buzz in the back of his head, and lets his hands roam your body with utmost care instead. his kisses leave honeyed trails up your neck until his lips finally rest on yours, and he eagerly, yet oh, so patiently swallows up every praise you grace him with.
rin itoshi can be soft when he wants to - when he needs you to be gentle with him, too.
He just barely got you into the hotel room before he’s pushing you against the door and pressing his lips against yours. There’s no time to turn on the lights. No time to see what the closest motel to the port has to offer. Not when your arms are throwing themselves around his neck and your nails are scraping his scalp in a way that makes him wonder what his back is going to look like when he wakes up tomorrow. But tomorrow can wait.
He’s all yours for tonight.
His hands are creeping up your dress, going higher and higher with every gasp and moan he greedily pulls from your lips. A backless little red number with a neckline that hangs too low not to be criminal on you. It’s too flimsy. So easy to tear that in the split second it comes to mind, his hands are already shredding the fabric into two. You cry out in surprise but he’s already whispering against your lips about how he’ll buy you another one. Something cuter. Tighter. Shorter. But not too pretty.
The you right now against him is driving him insane. So much so that he can’t imagine you in any state that isn’t perfect like you are right now. All the noises that you make as he grinds into your core, his boner sitting heavy against his thigh. The whines about you being the only one dressed he has to ignore for your sake. He’s itching to get a taste of you. To toss you around. To have more of you. Your voice. Your scent. Your touch. Your love.
Rin itoshi was absolutely in love with you.
looli.. what if i died.. WHAT IF IT KILLED ME !!!!!!!!!! o_o it certainly did oMG "something cuter. tighter. shorter. but not too pretty." THIS IS RIN 100000% i cannot deal with this !!!!! itching to toss you around..... what if i cum what then
