Fuck the context and the way you portrayed shinso in your brother fic of him was so hot. Can’t wait for him to become unhinged and not even care what his parents would think/if they’re home and just defile you whenever he wants bc he’s just that desperate
Prelude - gonna call this mess “FaMiLy BoNdInG” and bruh trust me it’s a mess but I tried so enjoy k gbye
Pairing - Aizawa X Reader X Shinsou
Prompt - at the top and combined with these two!
Warnings - psuedo-incest, NSFW, non con, dubcon, all the cons. Step dad Aizawa and step bro Shinsou are a force to be reckoned with. Mentions of DP at the end.
Music - I listened to https://open.spotify.com/track/1xFfbxmfenEpn4WawGWXiA?si=OUFp4ANsSR-6V_H187Eblw while writing even though it has NO relation to the fic spsosfnjsdhgsslfdn dead
You were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking soda and scrolling mindlessly on your phone when your stepbrother had come up behind you, looping his arms over your shoulders as he leaned down.
“Hey girlie, what’re you doing?”
“Nothin’.” You shifted, moving so his mouth was away from your ear, squirming uncomfortably.
There was a beat of silence, before Shinsou stood, his presence looming behind you like a harbinger of evil. “Come up to my room? I’m tired, wanna hold you.”
You sighed, hunching your shoulders and curling in upon yourself. You knew it wasn’t a question, wasn’t a request that you could ignore or refuse. He was just giving you the illusion of having a choice. Well, you did have a choice; go with your brother willingly, or get dragged, risk him getting angry if you said you were feeling sick, get into a fight with the man that could pin you to the ground without breaking a sweat.
“Shinsou…. “
“C’mon.” He didn’t wait for you to figure out how to beg for him to leave you be, grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet with ease. You went limp, what else could you do?
The purple-haired man reached under your skirt, a modest, knee-length thing, wrenching your panties down with one hand. You squeezed your eyes shut when his hand brushed against your hip, when he eyed the panties clutched in his fist.
“Cute.”
Gross.
Then he was tugging you along, headed towards his room.
You were so tired.
Mind almost shutting down, you stumbled when the audible clanking of the garage door beginning to open could be heard.
Dad was home.
Wide eyed, you caught Shinsou’s equally-surprised gaze, the man in front of you tightening his grip on your arm. Without another word, his pace was quickened. Aizawa wasn’t supposed to get home until midnight, was supposed to be working late at the office.
Shinsou tugged you into his room, slammed the door shut, pushed you onto the bed. He had a sense of urgency; he was stressed, thrown off by the sudden and unexpected arrival of your father. “Gotta be quiet now, don’t want dad to hear us, right?”
You nodded, dazed, exhausted. Nothing had happened yet and you were already retreating inside your mind, resigning yourself to whatever your older brother was going to do today. He had said he wanted to cuddle, but that usually meant lazy sex while he hugged you, kissing your neck and falling asleep after making the both of you cum.
Without any preamble, the man climbed onto the bed, putting a hand on your shoulder to gently guide you to lay back. Then he was scrabbling at your shirt, pulling it over your head and leaving you in nothing but your bralette and skirt. He kneeled between your legs, pulling your skirt up to mid thigh to give him more room to maneuver.
“Shinsou please don’t, dad’s-“
“Shhhh, just do what I say and you’ll be fine.”
Shinsou spat into his palm, the sound making you cringe as you thumbed at the soft blankets underneath you. He was unbuttoning his pants, shoving at his underwear until he could get his cock free. The man went quicker than usual as he slicked up his length with his spit, very much aware of the presence of someone else in the house.
At this point, Shinsou really didn’t care.
He had been fucking you for so long, pulling you aside for a quickie when your parents ran to the store, taking his time when they went away for a weekend, fucked you on the couch when they went out for date-night. Feeling particularly bold today, he barely thought to pause when your father had gotten home. Right now, he wanted to lay down with his little sister, fuck you until you fell asleep, and then cuddle with your pliant body. Dad home or not, he was determined.
Your skirt was pushed even further up your body, the material bunching at your waist so your stepbrother had unfettered access to your bare pussy. Clenching your eyes shut, you turned your head away as you felt Shinsou pull your hips into his lap so he could rub his cock against your folds. He hissed at the sensation, spitting into his hand again before reaching around his cock to smear his saliva onto your puffy slit, too impatient and hurried to properly prep you.
It was odd to see the purple haired man like this; usually he was very laid-back, slow and gathered in his movements. Right now he was rushing, pushing the tip of his cock slowly into your entrance when usually he would still be making you cry on his fingers. The stretch was immediate, almost burning, and your lungs tightened.
A hand reached up to cover your mouth, Shinsou’s thumb massaging your cheek as he hushed you. You grabbed onto his arm, not to pull him away (it would be useless, he was so much stronger than you), but to ground yourself, able to do nothing but hold onto the man causing you pain.
The sound of dishes clattering down in the kitchen had Shinsou’s hips bucking forward suddenly, filling you up, pressing too far, too soon. He swore lowly, hand tightening around your mouth as you let out a pained noise.
His hips stilled, the hand not at your mouth petting soothingly at your hip in an imitation of comfort. Funny, you thought - you wouldn’t need comfort if your stupid step brother could manage to keep his dick in his pants.
As the seconds passed, both of you aware of Aizawa down in the kitchen, your muscles slowly relaxed. The stretch burned less, felt more manageable. Still, you were entirely unprepared when Shinsou drew his hips back before rutting into you.
You screeched, the sound muffled by his hand but undeniably loud. Shinsou leaned over you, unwittingly pushing himself deeper as he tried to soothe you with his quiet “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay.”
If you were able, you would scream that you weren’t. You weren’t okay, nothing was okay. Everything about this was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. The way his hips were twitching into you, the way he kissed your cheeks and thumbed away your tears. The pleasure that was sparking in your core, the fact that it was your stepbrother getting ready to pound you into the mattress.
He was thrusting smoothly now, cock drilling into you a a steady pace. You were getting wet, the slide easier and less painful, pleasure slowly filtering in.
When Shinsou plucked at your clit, you squirmed, hips shamefully moving to meet his own. He started increasing the pace, breathing heavily as the two of you rocked together on the bed. Occasionally his bed creaked, the wood rubbing at the joints and squeaking.
On one hand, you hoped dad didn’t hear. On the other, you wished he would - that he’d come save you from his son.
You got a mockery of your wish.
“Kids?” Aizawa was walking up the stairs, the third step that always creaked whenever someone tread on it announcing his ascent.
“Shit.” Shinsou breathed, pulling out of you, manhandling you quickly. He threw back the covers of his bed, shoved you down, settled behind you. He didn’t have to tell you to be good - the taboo, disgustingly wrong nature of what he had been doing was too embarrassing for you to reveal to your stepfather. Accusing his biological son of assaulting you? Raping you? Would dad even believe you? You didn’t want him to see you like this, you couldn’t.
Dad knocked as Shinsou pulled the covers up, covering your state of undress. You knew your bralette straps were still visible, and Shinsou still had his shirt on. It would probably just look like the two of you had been napping, but then again, it would still seem odd. Whenever your parents were home you stayed as far away from your brother as possible - you weren’t one to just go cuddle with him.
The door creaked open, and your dad peered in. You were so embarrassed, half-naked and utterly humiliated underneath the covers. You didn’t know what to feel or what to do, frozen in fear and indecision.
“Hey dad, need something?” Shinsou rumbled from behind you, voice steady and monotoned.
Light eyes scanned the room, before settling on you and your brother. Aizawa gave you a confused glance, obviously not expecting you to be in here, before his eyes shifted to the man behind you. “Wanted to let you know I’m home. Mom won’t be back until late, do you two have any specific requests for dinner?”
Shinsou shifted closer to you, so close that you could feel his rapidly beating heart through the warm flesh of his chest.
“Nah, we’re fine with whatever.”
Aizawa nodded, giving you one more confused glance. Maybe he could tell something was up? You felt like you couldn’t breathe. As the dark-haired man turned, obviously moving to shut the door and head back down to the kitchen, Shinsou was pushing his cock into you, his heart trying to beat out of his chest against your back.
Before you could stop yourself, you were whimpering.
“Dad….”
Shinsou froze as Aizawa turned back, stepping further into the room. You were quiet, tears budding at the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t make yourself utter another word, completely unsettled at the situation. What were you supposed to do? You wanted him to save you, but you didn’t know how to ask.
Your stepfather was studying you, was waiting for you to say something more. His gaze was flickering between you tearful eyes, your bralette straps visible above the blanket, the position you and Shinsou were in. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head.
All three of you were silent, the moment seeming to stretch on forever.
You were so tired.
Breaking the stillness, Aizawa took another step into the room, brows slowly drawing down as the realization dawned upon him.
“Shinsou.” HIs voice was low, he rolled his son’s name in his mouth quietly, almost hesitantly. “What the fuck is going on.”
Your brother’s cock was still inside you.
“I was tired. (Y/N)’s cuddling with me, she was telling me about a dog she saw-“
Aizawa snorted, arms crossing as he took another step towards the bed. “Nice try. Don’t lie to me. Tell me what the fuck you’re doing.”
Shinsou was silent behind you, his heart beating loud and fast against your back.
“(Y/N), what’s going on?” His voice was softer as he asked you, throaty still - but softer. The tears clouding your vision finally flooded, streaming down your cheeks as you looked up at him.
“Please… I....” You couldn’t formulate the words, mortification surrounding your body, Shinsou’s hand squeezing bruises into your hip. It was too much. You wished you had never existed, that none of this had happened.
Unable to get an answer out of either of you, Aizawa strode forward, grabbed the covers, ripped them off the bed and dumped them in a heap.
You sobbed.
Both men were silent as you cried fat tears, embarrassed at being revealed, gratification at dad finally discovering the awfulness you had been subjected to these past few months.
Shinsou thrust his hips further into your warmth.
You choked, eyes snapping up to Aizawa. Shinsou was supposed to stop the second the two of were caught. He wasn’t supposed to keep going. Why wasn’t dad saying anything? Telling Shinsou to get off of you, get out of the house? Why wasn’t he calling the police? Why wasn’t he pulling your skirt down, trying to preserve your modesty?
The man was staring at the mess between your legs, Shinsou’s cock sliding in and out of you as you sobbed. Aizawa was breathing a bit heavier, his face, stance, demeanor no longer angry.
Dread filled your bones, settled like hot glue.
“Can you see how wet she is? She’s dripping.” Shinsou prodded, Aizawa frozen in place, mouth dry as he watched. “She’s always so warm inside, feels so nice.“
He was egging Aizawa on, seizing the moment and capturing his dad’s hesitance, manipulating it. You let out a whine as Shinsou’s pace picked up, cock beginning to hammer into your pussy. The purple haired man looped an arm underneath your thigh, hefting it into the air to allow Aizawa a better view.
“Doesn’t she sound so sweet? She tastes just as good, feels even better.” He was breathing heavily now, as he rutted into your warmth. Dropping your thigh, Shinsou reached for your clit, trapping the nub between his fingers and flicking at it. You cried out, your own hips squirming in indecisiveness , unable to choose between puling away or pushing back into the delicious sensation.
It didn’t take much more to have you cumming.
Shinsou grunted as your walls squeezed around his cock, giving a few more frantic thrusts before he shot his load deep within your cunt, hips twitching as he worked through his own orgasm
You watched Aizawa sit down on the bed, close to your knees.
“How long?” He sounded strained. Shinsou shrugged, still panting.
Aizawa’s rough hand rested on your knee, his flat eyes closing as he paused. “Get up.”
The command wasn’t directed at you, but at your brother. Somehow, you didn’t think it would end up with your stepdad kicking his son out of the house.
Shinsou seemed to think the same as he pulled out, uncaring to the way you flinched as his cock dragged against your sensitive walls. He was silent as he shuffled to the end of the bed, tucking his dick back into his pants.
Aizawa grabbed your ankle and in one smooth move, dragged you to him. You squeaked at the sudden movement, eyes wide as you watched Aizawa look you up and down. The front of his slacks were tented.
He pulled you into his lap, your back to his chest, turning so the both of you faced Shinsou who still stood at the foot of the bed.
“Does he make you feel good?” The older man’s stubble was scratchy against your cheek. You didn’t know where this was going, felt so lost and bad and sick.
“Sometimes…”
It was impossible to lie. You knew if you did, Shinsou would cut in, tell his father how he made you cum everytime. How most of the time, you were screaming in pleasure before he would even take his pants off.
Looking at the floor, you missed the look between father and son.
“He touch you here?” You gasped as a large hand grasped at your chest through your bralette. Aizawa’s hands were bigger than his son’s, rougher and more confident in their touch.
“Yes.”
“What about-“ tears streamed down your face as the hand slid further, over your tummy, over the fabric of your skit, down to your abused, sensitive cunt. “-Here?”
“Please stop, please.”
Aizawa didn’t answer, let his hand rest over the top of your pussy, feel his son’s cum slowly leaking out. “Shinsou, come here.”
The purple-haired man obeyed, stepping closer, falling to his knees at the edge of the bed when Aizawa motioned for him to do so.
“Clean up your sister.”
You weren’t too surprised. It shouldn’t have been hard to see where Shinsou had learned his nasty little tricks from. Still, it hurt your heart, struggling in your step-dad’s lap as he held you in place.
Shinsou was smiling, leaning forward to shove his face in-between your thighs, chuckling when you yelped as he tongued over your hole. You used your hands to shove at his head, pull at his hair, but he caught them in his grip. They were pulled down by your sides, where Shinsou held them still.
“No, no! Stop! You can’t, no—dad!!” You were sobbing, pleading as Shinsou continued his assault on your cunt, licking out his own cum from your insides. Aizawa was holding your legs, keeping you spread-eagled and open.
“I’m not a good guy (Y/N), neither of us are.” His hardness was rubbing up against your back as you squirmed. “And from now on, you call me daddy.”
“No! I won’t, let me go!” You thrashed, putting all your energy into loosing the iron grip holding your legs. Shinsou pulled back, licking his lips as he glanced up at his father.
“She was like this when I first had her. Mouthy little thing, still hasn’t learned proper manners.” He didn’t wait for Aizawa to respond, leaning back forward to continue slurping at your swollen lips.
“That’s alright, she’ll learn… I am a teacher after all.”
You wanted to vomit. You went limp, sobbing raggedly in Aizawa’s arms - completely demoralized and humiliated. There was no use fighting when Shinsou had been hurting you. Now with two fully grown men focused on you? Forget about it.
Aizawa was quiet as Shinsou worked you up to an orgasm, the only sound besides your crying the wet, squishy lapping of Shinsou’s tongue suckling at your pussy. When he switched his focus to your clit, you wheezed, jolting in place as his tongue started laving over the little bud rapidly, quickly throwing you higher and higher and-
You wailed through your second orgasm, almost unable to breathe.
Moments passed before you were able to calm yourself, ugly-crying and begging the two men to please, please leave you alone. Please leave, don’t touch you.
If you weren’t numb from your orgasm, you would feel sick.
“Shinsou, where’s your lube?”
Purple hair bounced as your brother cocked his head, still kneeling between your legs. “She doesn’t need lube, she’s soaking wet.”
“She’s gonna need it if we’re both going to fit.”
Neither man seemed to be able to hear your panicked pleas, too excited about prepping you to take both of them together.
c/w. dark content, noncon, brainwashing, drugging, oral sex (f!receiving), loss of virginity, (1) mention of breeding, hawks is a conniving bastard, reader is a cranky know-it-all, some mentions of blood, a crumb of lore was stolen from supernatural
a/n. half of my reason for writing this was for @bibbidi-bobbidi-birb. you are so ridiculously talented at writing and characterizing this man; i drew a lot of inspiration from your seven deadly sins series, although i don’t write as eloquently as you do so i pray it doesn’t melt your eyeballs lmfao. the other half of this is dedicated to @hhawks owtw collab & to all of the amazing writers on this platform. hope y'all enjoy ♥
w/c. 21k
playlist. 1, 2, 3, 4
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”
Piss kink you say? 👀 Imagine you traveling with Volo, probably for the plates post-game, you've been walking all day - and you really have to go. But every time you bring it up to him, he's like "Oh, it'll be fine for a while longer, won't it (y/n)?"
He enjoys seeing you squirm and getting more and more desperate, and eventually, he's gonna pin you against a rock and hold you there, until you either *beg* him to be allowed to go, or piss yourself, whatever comes first
anon how does it feel to have such a fucking huge brain
notes: noncon watersports, humiliation
Volo keeps reassuring you that it’s only a little further, then you can go! It was already embarrassing enough to tell him once, much less multiple times. But he shows no sign of slowing down, becoming even more animated and touchy when he talks. It gets harder and harder to keep up with his pace. Eventually , you’re forced to squeeze your thighs together to prevent wetting yourself. (He’s shown a fondness for surprising you before, and there’s no way he’d pass up on doing it here. But him suddenly prodding a finger in your side is even less funny when it has you leaking in your underwear.) Your face is burning up when you have to eventually ask him in a shaky voice if he could please slow down, just a little?
His smile widens. Of course! But, you see, that means it’ll take even longer before you two arive at your destination. When you, at some point, decide to just find a place to go pee on your own, you’ll find yourself pressed against the nearest surface. Walking into some random bush is dangerous, don’t you think? Who knows what kind of Pokemon are out there! If you need to go so badly, just do it right here. Obviously, you refuse. He clicks his tongue. Too shy? Don’t worry, he’ll help you out.
Volo’s almost grinning as he digs his fingers into the skin above your bladder, listening to you gasping for air and watching you trying to wriggle out of his grip. Even stuffing a hand in between your legs to keep from leaking. You beg with tears in your eyes. With him so tightly pressed against you, you can feel he’s hard. You don’t think you can get out.
He tells you that it’ll all be okay, that you’re doing so well, you look so cute! Volo applies more pressure. You don’t want this. You don’t want to go. You’ve needed to piss for so badly for so long, that you don’t have a choice in the matter. You easily soak through your clothes, legs sticky and warm, tears dripping down your burning face.
He offers to help clean you up. You don’t think you have much of a choice.
❣︎note: i had this written up a while ago but because it’s tomura’s bday here’s a fic🥳i think she deactivated but thank you to @.koiibito for helping me with the ideas for this fic. i miss her </3 but happy birthday shigaraki!!
anonymous said: imagine natsuo holding you in his lap while ur watching a movie with touya-nii and he’s sitting rather close but u ignore it, until u feel a big hand on ur thigh, tracing and trailing up, up, and up until he’s tracing ur clit through ur panties and natsuo, already knowing where tonight was headed, leans in to whisper against ur ear, “you’re gonna let touya-nii have his fun right? you’re gonna be good for me and let him play with you?”
characters: todoroki touya, todoroki natsuo
genre: smut
notes: hehehe this was really fun!!! it’s set in my sugar daddy natsuo AU! reader’s a lil bit of a brat and Big Bad Brother touya is mean as always!! | title cred: high by sir sly
warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudoincest, daddy kink, toxic/codependent relationships, degradation/dumbification, dacryphilia, frottage, pussy spanking
Tags/Warnings: tw incest, voyeurism, grinding, pet names, feelings of jealousy and shame and insecurity, tinges of angst
Word count: 1.8k
Author’s note: This was originally sent in as a request! I tweaked it a bit, but nonny if you’re still out there? I hope ya like it ♡
Natsuo Todoroki likes to believe that he has a decent amount of common sense. Sure, he has a bit of a temper- everyone does- but he knows when to keep quiet and when to let it free and he keeps it under a firm rein…most of the time. He knows to pay his bills on time and in full and he knows to check the date when eating food he’s had around for a while and he knows to get a good rest before an important test.
Natsuo Todoroki is a reasonable young man with common sense.
That doesn’t mean curiosity doesn’t take control and cloud his judgment at times, though.
Which is exactly how he ended up like this- mouth hanging open, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and his cock shamefully hard in his sweats.
notes: part two of getting naughty with natsuo!! please please heed the warnings!! | title cred: sick thoughts by lewis blissett
warnings: 18+ minors dni, dubcon/noncon, sadism, punishment via overstimulation, pseudo-incest (stepcest), vaguely implied incest, emotional manipulation, a hint of degradation, toxic relationships, poly relationship, dom/sub dynamics, a LOT of crying (dacryphilia), slight size kink/size difference, rough sex
words: 4.6k
synopsis:
And you’re both reminded of how privileged you are, being the only two who ever get to witness this side of him, the only two who are fortunate enough to see the person he might’ve been if you stripped away years upon years of trauma and abuse, the person he truly is at the core of his soul, the person he was born as before he was forced to layer himself with thick, protective walls of aggression coated in indifference—and the person who he becomes as he sheds that armor, in the middle of the night when it’s just the three of you, the whole world having fallen away outside the bedroom door.
clover please consider satoru nii making you sleep in the same bed as him so he can keep an eye on his little sister and also slip his cock inside her wet pussy any time he wants -fairy
i made it too feelings heavy i’m so sorry... if u were looking for sleazy gojou-nii... uh... turn away bc this is NOT it ,&:@.9:9& THANK U FOR REQUESTING FAIRY ILY ILY
your relationship with satoru has always been a little more comfortable than the average set of siblings. your parents hadn’t really batted an eyelash at it; the only two children of the generation and no one else to latch onto, it was only natural that the two of you be uncomfortably close to one another. they figured you’d grow out of it, or at least become bored with it, but you never did. nowadays, your family may be all gone, but gojou and your codependency still remain.
sharing a bed is old news. gojou had made you sleep with him when you were younger, ranting on and on about how he was the strongest and that should anything decide to go bump in the middle of the night — well, who to better protect you than him? these days it’s habit — still reinforced by the fact that your brother, the gojou satoru, is still the strongest in all the land. these days it’s comfort; these days it’s about need.
you can’t recall when or even how. somewhere along the way, lines got blurred and safety is not the only reason you stay in gojou’s bed. tonight, just like many others, your lingering presence in gojou’s sheets breed a salacity that only lovers should know.
“it’s to keep you safe,” he mumbles, the wet slap of hips almost making a mockery of his sentences.
you’re sure if anyone could hear, it’d sound like he’s taking advantage. poor, innocent you, misled by your attractive sibling but you both know the truth. you had come to him the first time, begging him to stuff your pretty, little cunt. he’d been too weak to refuse — too in love with you to turn your pretty face away.
in a twisted way you know, gojou would rather end himself than hurt you: his doe-eyed sister, light of his life, his one and only. and even though the words, “wrong, wrong, wrong!” churn over in your brain like a mantra, there’s no one else you’d rather have pressing your body down into the mattress. there’s no one else who deserves the sopping squeeze of your cunt — no one in the world who could make you feel half this good.
“i know,” you sob, eyelids still heavy with sleep, nails clawing into thousand-something thread count sheets.
“nii-san always ta-takes care of m-me,” you slur, clit buzzing beneath the swinging slap of his balls against it. your tummy rolls with excitement under his shuddered growl, the way he lays himself into you because you always say the right thing.
but even in twisted faith, this is not safety. this is possession, ownership in the worst way because your brother hasn’t worn a condom since the day you turned eighteen.
notes: for @babyy-bunnii and @kirispiracy! inspired by a text i sent my best friend lmao. i considered using the name touya instead of dabi, but i didn’t want anyone to get confused with the touya characterization i’ve already got going on, so!! we’ll just use dabi.
warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), threesome, slight degradation, drug use (weed), dubcon/noncon, blowjobs/face-fucking (kinda implied???)
words: 2.2k
synopsis:
You nod, laughing a little and rubbing your face against his shoulder like a cat. He smells so good—has he always smelled this good? It’s making your mouth water—does he taste as good as he smells?
Would you like to find out, songbird?
Blinking slowly, you look up at him, eyebrows furrowing a little as you try to focus on his face. Did he just read your mind? Did he just speak to you through telepathy?
He’s gazing down at you with half-lidded golden eyes and a lazy smirk.
“You’re real cute, you know?” he looks up. “Dabi, bro, she’s really cute,”
taking a break from fic to destress, drabbled a lil somethin somethin ✨
Tags: +18 (Minors DNI) Hawks x Reader, Female Reader, Slightly Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Praise Kink, Accidental Use of the word ‘Daddy’
indelible; something ingrained, unfading, indestructible
you never really minded the twin rivalry. until you ended up in the middle of it, with atsumu on the losing side.
sequel to mirror (you don’t need to have read it before but it’s recommended)
.wordc. 5k+
tw incest, noncon > dubcon, mentions of past noncon, jealousy, hair pulling, praise kink, unprotected sex
big brothers find it hard to draw a line; alternatively, that one day where issei is fed up with tooru’s selfishness
this is a rewrite of my very first fic on this blog so if it seems familiar that might be why!
.wordc. 6k+
tw incest, dubcon, breeding, coercion, unprotected sex, very affectionate niichan issei and step brother tooru
“Niichan,” you pout, banging on the door of the bathroom impatiently, “Aran nii, can ya please hurry up? The toilet downstairs is occupied, please let me in.” You can hear the shower turn off, but he doesn’t say anything, leaving you shifting around on your socks, standing up and down on your toes a few times. You whine louder when pressing your thighs together, and knock against it again at the silence in there. Though you know how long he’s been in the shower, and that you most likely interrupted his private time, you had no other choice. “Aran nii! Open the door, I have to pee.”
You sound as pathetic as you feel speaking through the wood, but he still shouldn’t be taking so long. As soon as you hear the lock turn you push at the handle and shove open the door to worm you inside, but a warm hand holds you back by your shoulder. “That badly?” he laughs, but it’s a bit blurred to the tears you’re barely keeping in at this point. And normally you might join him if he wasn’t actively keeping you from your goal, the muscles in your belly ready to snap.
“Yeah!” you squeak, worming from under his grip to pull up your top and quickly shove the zipper along, pulling down your pants.
“H-hey, I’m still in here,” he says, looking to the tiles instead and closing the door for you. You barely notice his large frame moving around the bathroom when you finally get your panties down and sit onto the toilet. And you would be embarrassed, but right now you’re too happy to sit down and let go. It’s quiet in the bathroom while you relieve yourself, avoiding eye contact to the best of your ability, before Aran clears his voice. He seems to think over his words carefully, peeking out a soft tongue to wet his bottom lip. “‘M glad we’re close enough for’ya to,” a soft sigh, “pee in front of me.”
Your eyebrows pull together at that, eyes only now widening in confusion to look at him in the low light, and going a bit dumbfounded at the sight. You knew you were interrupting something earlier, but you didn’t notice when pushing past him. Aran’s towel is wrapped low around his waist, and the outline of his hard cock is clear under it. “What—”
He slowly starts untying the towel from his hips, before kicking it away entirely. “How did you know I like that, ‘mouto chan? Have ya been goin’ through my internet history again?” He closes in on you now, and you clutch the toilet paper in your hand when your eyes fall to his hard cock, precum beading on the tip. You look away, but the damage has been done.
“Niichan, I don’t think- I didn’t,” you struggle, trying not to move your eyes from his face as you lean back a bit.
“I’ll be quick.” He brushes his fingertips along your cheeks and jaw, then leans down a bit more when you shake your head. He sighs. “Please? Wanna see ya do that again on my cock. I’ll make ya feel good, promise.”
tetsuro nii isn't the clingy type, he probably despises it too. but you're so lovable that it makes his resolve slip every single day. what's a man to do then?
♡ commission for the lovely, amazing @rocorambles ♡ thank you so much my love, it was so nice to get to write a meanie again, i hope you enjoy
You try your best to be sweet. Loving, though sometimes your attempts must be a bit clingy, if the glares your niichan sends you are anything to go by. You just can’t help it, you feel best when you’re tucked up to his side and resting your face on his lap, getting your head pat.
Tetsuro being the golden boy, the sibling every friend talked about. He was the smart one with all the friends and the promising future, and you were always just his baby sister. Nothing more than a footnote at the end of his long list of exploits, it seemed. You never minded, as long as you got to be in his presence. You could still bounce with joy any time he gives you attention, because he doesn’t make it easy.
He’s proud of being the older, more accomplished one, and he put in a lot of hard work to earn that title. He deserves it. But sometimes you do wish he wouldn’t bite down on the fact that you admire him so much, rubbing it in at every turn.
The door clicks as he enters, and your heart already warms at the sound. “Niisan!” You race into the hall to wrap your arms around his big, muscular body, squeezing a bit tighter when he tries to shake you off. A huff falls from him at your affection, kicking off his shoes. You pay it no mind.
You know how he thinks of you, calls you his stupid, clingy little sister to Kenma sometimes. But you have no other choice when you’ve had to miss him the entire extended weekend. “Finally you’re home, you were gone so long.”
He jams two fingers into his necktie to loosen it and shakes you off with the other arm, as you gently drop your arms from him. “Move.” His voice is low, eyes narrowing when you back up a few steps, your heart still beating fast. Any little sister would be excited, wouldn’t they? You can’t help but linger, blinking as you take in the small frown digging between his eyebrows. “I’m serious, give me some space,” he grunts out, and this time you listen.
Lately you’ve been getting on Tetsu nii’s nerves a lot. You haven’t been doing anything different, but every touch you give him, as small as the little pecks on his cheek you’ve been giving him for years and years bother him now. You’d stop, you would, if you weren’t so painfully touch-starved.
Even if he shoves your head off his shoulder or pulls your hair when walking past sometimes, you know that Tetsuro nii doesn’t hate you. Or he never would’ve offered you to live with him, right?
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It’s late when the knock comes to the door of your room, but you’re still quick to slide out of bed. You step aside, looking up at him and softly following behind when he tosses himself onto your bed, then sit too. Your thin, frilly shorts ride up a little, but you’re preoccupied. “Niichan, can we cuddle?” You can’t help the pout or the whimper when he remains unmoving, so you crawl a bit closer. “Tetsu nii, please? I really missed you.”
Your sentence is interrupted by a pout, as you snuggle into his side ever so carefully. You don’t want to make him get up again. “No.” Tetsuro cracks open one eye when you rest your face on his pecs and slump into his side like a blanket anyway, and groans. “You’re such a crybaby,” he mumbles, exposing his teeth with a grimace when he pushes you off by your face and you cling on tighter. He pushes two fingers against your forehead again, but you shrug them off and wrap your legs around his thigh, whining.
“‘M not, just wanna stay with you, niichan!”
“But I don’t want you to.” His grin only grows wider the longer you hold on. He rolls you over to push your head back into the blankets with one hand and your tummy with the other, before getting on top of you. “You’re so obsessed with me.” You grab at his shirt and cling on as his grin falters, wetness tickling your lash line at how mean he’s being. “What? Gonna cry? Aw, is the little puppy going to cry because she can’t get what she wants?”
Another small whimper comes from you when his hand moves from your head to your throat instead. Instinctively you let go of his shirt, shifting when the fingers tighten on the sides of your neck. His grin grows wider when you still, breathing shallow when he leans his much larger body onto you to press you down into the plush, his face now hovering closer. You’ve wrestled Tetsu nii before, but this, this is new. The way his lips part and he licks them, putting his knees either side of your body, that’s different.
Grip hard and tight around your throat, and the glimmer in his eyes sharp enough to stall your breathing even more. “Tetsu nii,” you whisper, eyes wide when he ghosts his lips over yours and makes a small noise of contentment when you shrink under him. The curl to his lips vindictive, he presses them to the corner of your mouth.
“Not so noisy now, are you, my little pup? What’s wrong, hm?” His other hand trails up your ribcage, lifting your shirt inch by inch as you clench your eyes shut, his bright irisses too blown out, hungry. His voice drops as he whispers words against your lips that you can barely pay attention to. “Scared of what your bad big brother might do to you?”
“Niichan,” you move to press a hand to his shoulder, “stop. We can’t.”
His hand loosens on your throat, but only to grab a fistful of hair at the base of your skull instead, his hips now against yours and the soft rolls of his waist to yours painfully distracting. “Why? So you can play with me whenever you want to but now I want to you’re telling me ‘no’?” His breath mingles with yours, lips still almost pressed against yours, brushing them each time you shift. “Don’t be so dramatic, it’s no big deal. You don’t know what you want.”
The sharpness of his voice makes your lashes flutter, and you look back up at him. “Tetsu nii, I just—” a gasp breaks through your words when the weight of his body on you is shifted, now fully pressing his hard cock to your pussy through your clothes.
Each brush, each push into you makes your tummy tighten, you can’t help it. Even if you know this is weird, wrong even, it feels good. So warm and close, this is probably the closest he’s ever been to you when you’ve asked to cuddle. It messes with your brain, gives you tingles. He knows just as well as you do that this isn’t supposed to happen between siblings, right?
Not the kissing, no holding of hips- not this needily, possessively- and no hungry fingertips playing up your stomach into your bra. But he doesn’t care. “We can’t do this,” you try again, ignoring how he pinches a nipple, rolling the bud. Small touches that make your entire skin feel like it’s glowing. “It’s wrong.” Your voice gives out before you even get to finish, going soft and desperate. He ignores you.
“Everyone thinks you’re a terrible sister, you know that, right?” he mouths, as his lips drag down your face along your jaw, then kissing down your neck. You don’t have to believe him. You don’t have to agree. But your stomach sinks anyway, tears welling up more as his pinched hold squeezes tighter. Your mouth drops open because of it, soft noises coming from you, from him, each time his hips rub right up to your sensitive pussy. “But I always tell them you’re not.”
The words come through slowly, making your eyes flutter back open to watch him. It’s true that Tetsuro was always everyone’s favorite, but— what did you do to make them think that way? It must be true, Tetsuro never lied to you before. He’s a good person, even though you bother him so often. The wetness in your eyes beads up at the corners, before running down your temples.
“I’m sorry, niichan.” Your voice is barely audible over the rubbing of the fabric or the soft noises he makes. There’s a hum, but he doesn’t pull away from you just yet. Open mouth kisses littering your throat, where he licks and bites down while you squirm. Sucking so hard, like he’s trying to give you a hickey. Your arms fall limply next to your body as he works. Niichan angles his hips until your voice comes out and you moan at the feeling, then pulls away from you.
“It’s the least you can do, and besides, you asked for this. I’m just giving you what you want.” His hand tightens in your hair until you wince. “You said you wanted it.”
But— you didn’t. You wouldn’t have, it’s wrong. No matter how much you love your big brother, you never said anything like that. Right? You shake your head, as Tetsuro’s expression turns icy. “No?” Your mouth is dry, heavy breathing suddenly stopping in your throat. His lips are flushed and swollen, cheeks a little rosier than normal, but his angular eyes are too dark and sharp. He looks like an animal ready to jump for your neck, his mouth corners quirking back up almost as quickly as they fell.
He clicks his tongue. “You did. Are you gonna tell me I imagined all of that, yeah? Why are you lying to me?” The sentences come quick, almost too quick for you to follow, as he glares down. His wide, muscular chest rises and falls rapidly under the black dress shirt, and he moves his jaw back and forth as he thinks. “Don’t you love your niichan?”
“Of course I love you,” your bottom lip wobbles pathetically as you try to wrap your arm around his neck. You don’t want him to leave, it’s all just a big misunderstanding. “I love you so much, Tetsu nii.” His eyebrows only get more furrowed at your touch, your tears. His hand pulls away from your body too quickly, before he pushes your arm off too. His warmth leaves you so soon, bringing goosebumps to your wet, exposed skin.
“Should’ve known you couldn’t do it, I don’t know why I even tried. You don’t love me at all.” As he crawls off the bed, you panic, struggling up and wrapping your arms around him as tight as you can.
“I do, I swear,” you press your forehead between his shoulder blades and wait, but he doesn’t say anything. “I’m sorry, niichan. Please don’t be mad at me.” The longer the silence continues, the more pressing the desperation gets, and you squeeze your eyes shut. “Stay, Tetsu—”
“I’ll ask my assistant instead, how about that? Since you can’t do it for me,” he mumbles, and then everything is quiet for a few seconds. The air around you feels thick. Your belly is still burning up from the inside and it’s Tetsuro who made you feel this way. He got you this needy with ease, without blinking, which must count for something. You don’t want him to ask someone else. You bite your lip, before sitting back on your butt and wringing your hands together.
“I’ll do it.”
You’re not sure why it falls out of your mouth as easily as it does, but when he glances over his shoulder and lifts a brow, you’re already laying back. You push your shorts down, kicking them off. “Please, don’t leave. I can do it, I swear.” Tetsuro watches you for just a moment, before he bites his lip.
He shouldn’t want this, he knows it too. It’s about the farthest from a sane thought, but he’s always wanted to own you. His perfect little sister, the one his friends ogled when you weren’t paying attention. You never cared about any of them though, always stared up at him like he was the world’s most important person, the only one for you.
It’s not like he didn’t try to push you away, either. But your touches, the way your hands cling to him before he leaves, your smile as you make his lunch and fix his tie. How you press a loving kiss to his mouth like you’re still little kids and don’t even seem to hesitate, it’s torture. He doesn’t want to push away from you anymore.
If you’re naive enough to believe him, he’ll be as mean as he needs to be. You’ll understand, won’t you? You’ll forgive him for the sins he commits. Tetsuro drops his large hands to your ankles, before slowly crawling back up the length of you. Squeezing your thighs going up, pinching the sensitive skin harshly until you squirm and whimper. So fucking cute. Hands settling at the crotch of your panties, his lips twitch when he feels the wet patch there. He slides his finger under the fabric ever so slowly.
“You’ll do anything I say?” The low tremble of his voice is enough to set you alight, bobbing your head. Of course you will. His long fingers are quick to unbutton his shirt, leaving him in just his pants, as you lay equally undressed before him. He’s muscular, all sharp lines and angles. And though you’ve seen him undressed plenty, it was never like this, never for you. Your hands come to his pecs as he leans down, grabbing your chin and angling it up. “Promise?”
You nod. That’s enough for his brilliant grin to slip back on, one hand pulling down your panties as the other keeps you in place under those golden eyes, taking you apart for all you’re worth.
His fingers slide into the wetness leaking out of your slit, collecting it and swirling it back over your sensitive folds and your clit, and your thighs clench. He kisses you, breathing deep and pushing his tongue into your mouth much quicker than you expect, leaving your brain struggling to catch up. Niichan’s kissing you, he’s really kissing you and shoving his fingers inside you without hesitation.
His tongue laves at the sensitive spot at your neck, before he groans out your name. “Fuck, I knew you’d be a good puppy for me. Always so cute and needy for Tetsu nii.” He shoves the top down under your breasts, and leans down to take them into his mouth one by one, sucking hard. You mewl under him as his fingers curl deeper, scissoring you open. His hums against your skin so distracting, wet as he pulls back. “Should’ve just done this much sooner, look at you.” He groans, then throws his head back. “So fucking pretty.”
He flicks his thumbs over the pebbled buds a few times, then sits over you on his knees, and your hands fall to his waist. “Take out my cock, quickly.” His suggestion is gentle enough, but he still grabs your hand and puts it right over the hardness, lifting a brow. You don’t even think, don’t get to when he shoves a finger inside your mouth, hooking it on your cheek and pulling back so you can’t close your mouth entirely. It’s messy and it stings, and Tetsuro looks entirely too happy with himself.
But you oblige, unzipping the slacks until he kicks them off, revealing his boxers. Or rather the tent in them, a patch of precum sticking the fabric to the head and down the shaft. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, and he chuckles. “Looks like it belongs inside you, hm?” He jerks and curls his fingers hard, making your insides tingle. Then he pulls them out, shoving his boxers down his thick thighs to reveal the entirety of him.
Thick, flushed a deep, pinky red at the tip, his cock twitches. He’s so big, just like everything else about Tetsuro. “Niichan, don’t know if I can fit it,” you mumble around his finger, choking a little when he prevents you from swallowing.
“You’re the best little sister, it’ll fit.” He doesn’t even allow you to lift your own legs, instead hauling them both up and pressing them to your chest, and you squeak at the motion when he uses it as an opportunity to grab your cunt, rubbing his thumb over your clit and his fingers back inside. “You’ll take it all inside your wet, sloppy pussy, won’t you? Make niichan feel good?”
“‘M gonna try,” you slur, breathing hitching when he pushes up against your slit. “Wait, Tetsu nii,” you suddenly remember, snapping out of your haze enough to look up. His eyes glazed and focussed on your pussy as he pushes in more, and you try to put your leg down. “Condom, niichan!” He shoves it back in place by your ankle, and pushes in inch by inch anyway, making you take his length more with every breath.
“No, no, wait-hm— you -hng- put —a condom!” The last few inches are shoved in all at once, making you feel so full it turns you lightheaded. You crack your mouth open to talk again, but the strong grip on your throat makes it’s way back, and only a soft wail comes out when he pulls back. The deep breath is only a second of reprieve, before he pushes back in all the way and lewd squelches sound out.
“Shhh, let me have this,” he hisses, rubbing your puffy clit a few times as he starts a rhythm that slams your headboard to the wall each thrust. “You belong to me, my slut, -hng- my little sister. Niichan will make you feel good, I promise. Now lay still and take it, or I’ll squeeze harder.”
A/N: i’m building a brand and that brand is being at least a month late to all my collabs. @rat-suki’s spinning wheel of fate decided it was time for a promotion from dark blog intern to dark blog part-timer with a cubicle somewhere by the bathrooms. and thus i bring you this incestuous christmas fic for the sewer cheese-on’s greetings collab. all my thanks to @bakatenshii & @blahkugo for dealing with my dramatic ass updates every other hour and to @undermattsun for gracing my google doc with her feral commentary. thanks for pushing me to finish. ♡︎
Hues of red flash to green, a sinful game of stop and go reflected on the surface of your Dom Pérignon. You were four glasses deep now, maybe five. Somewhere down the line Bokuto’s half-baked logic of “It’s only one glass if it’s never empty” had started seeming sound.
This wasn’t right though, you reminded yourself, you were the host of the party. It had taken all your best pleading methods to get Kenma to agree to it in the first place. If you left him alone to entertain a room full of drunk and disorderly volleyball players you’d surely never hear the end of it.
