honey from the hive

shrimp | she/her | 23 | minors + ageless dni

[shrimpwife]

⋆ 𐙚 ̊ 20s ⋆ 𐙚 ̊ mostly jjk, bllk, kny, lads, gachi, hq!! occasionally bnha, aot, jjba, csm, misc games

horrible awful content ahead: yandere, incest, noncon, etc dark content will be tagged but not censored likely just reblogs but occasional writing here and there messages & requests welcome 🦐

[oncam]

— ⋮ MADE FOR ME

ryomen sukuna x reader

— ⋮ in short, sending your dad a video of you getting fucked might not be the best idea :(

based on this request

3.2k ⋮ — [ 18+ ] warnings : dad-daughter incest, daddy kink, situational & verbal degradation (slut, whore, etc.), blow job, anal, dubcon, cheating, age gap, slapping, breeding kink & non-consensual creampie, sadism & masochism, obsessive thoughts & behavior

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The apple didn't fall far from the tree when Sukuna had you. A girl version of the brooding man, you were equally as confident and attractive, though maybe even more fucked up. 

It was hard to know for sure.

Sukuna never tried to hide his lack of morals from anyone, wearing the trait instead as a badge of honor. He reveled in the way others would whisper about him as they watched him out of the corner of their eye, steering their daughters away from him because they knew what he was like. Everyone saw the way he looked at you, his own daughter—lidded eyes that stared for longer than they should, shamelessly ogling what he considered to be the best parts of you. 

When his friends would comment about how well you "filled out" after you grew up, he wouldn't chide them. He'd just laugh and agree. 

"She's mine, course she looks good." 

What people didn't see was how much you fed into his behavior. It was a secret piece of knowledge that Sukuna kept to himself, not wanting to risk it getting out to the wrong people… like your mother. 

You were the only good thing that came from his union with "that woman," as he called her. 

His perfect daughter that never wore pants around the house, opting instead for a pair of panties and a tank top. You were so sweet to him, bending over in the fridge to give him a nice show while he had his breakfast. Sleeping naked with the door opened so when jerked off he could get a view of your bare pussy, still slick from touching yourself—preferring his hand and the idea of his daughter over the body of his wife. 

But as perfect as you are, you sure as shit know how to piss your old man off. 

Veins are bulging in his hand from how hard he's gripping his phone, glaring down at the screen as he replays the video you sent him for the fifth time. Your high pitched moans are flowing from the speaker, all whiny and desperate, as whoever you're with points the camera right at the place where he's sliding inside you. The flash is on, giving Sukuna almost too good of a view of the way your virgin cunt is swallowing the boy's underwhelming length. 

Slut.

That was the first word that came to his mind when he'd opened your message—"my first time :)"

"Home. Now." He'd replied curtly. 

Your knees are aching from being pressed into the floorboards for so long, but they don't hurt nearly as much as your jaw which has been stretched wide for the same amount of time. Sukuna pushed you to his feet less than a minute after you walked through the door, slapping you once across the face with a single command to 'open up.' 

The gags coming from where you're choking on his dick between his legs are merely a distraction as he watches the pathetic way you're getting fucked on camera. 

"You could've just asked if ya wanted your daddy to fuck you like a whore," Sukuna's anger is evident in his tone and the way he presses his cock impossibly harder into the back of your throat. 

Your nose is buried in his untrimmed bush, his natural musk filling your nose as you struggle to breathe. Drool is already spilling from your lips and down to his heavy balls from how long you've been forced to cockwarm the man with your little mouth. 

Sukuna finally closes out of the video, opting to open his own camera now. He makes sure you're captured in the middle of the frame, the flash on as well so he can see the pretty tears in your eyes, the sweat on your skin, the way his dick is shoved between his bratty daughter's lips. "You look good like this, baby. On your knees, mouth filled with my cock," Sukuna muses. "Got you to shut up too. Might have to show Fushiguro."

Sukuna grins wickedly when he sees the way your eyes widen. You don't know what you'd do if a photo like that got out—the tell-tale tattoos around your father's thighs being particularly incriminating. 

"What? Now you don't like bein' in the spotlight?" he goads, pulling you off of him until just the tip rests on your tongue. You're coughing immediately, but the second you're about to take your first real breath of air, Sukuna is thrusting back down your throat.

"Yeah, get my dick nice and wet like that—gonna regret it if you don't. Means it'll hurt more when I fuck your ass." 

"Mmmfg!" is what your strangled attempt at protest sounds like. Even if you could get a word out, Sukuna wouldn't listen. You lost the right to him treating you nicely when you pulled your stupid stunt. 

"You wanna go 'round whoring yourself out on camera, then you'll get fucked the way you deserve," Sukuna all but snarls at you before finally yanking you off of him for good. With one last shove, he sends you tumbling into the ground at his feet.

You hit the floor hard, your palms stinging from attempting to catch yourself. The whole time, Sukuna just stands there. With his cock in his hand, he's pumping himself slowly as he gets off on the way your naked form is sprawled out before him, trying to recuperate. "Face down, ass up, and spread yourself open f'me." 

You scramble to do as he says, not daring to talk back with how stern his voice is. When you're finally presenting yourself to Sukuna how he asked, he wastes no time kneeling behind you, the head of his cock already kissing your entrance. 

"Wait, dad, condom." You remember when you feel the warmth of his tip rubbing along your slit, smearing his pre into the arousal that already gathered there from him using your mouth. 

"You really gonna tell your old man to wrap it up? Don't act like a fuckin' prude when I know you didn't use one with that kid." 

He's right. But it's not the same, because 'that kid' isn't Sukuna. He isn't your own flesh and blood like the man behind you, slamming into your sweet cunt with a single punishing motion. 

Your face rubs painfully against wood floor as you're sent forward with the force of his thrust. "Aah, fuck!" you wail, but Sukuna dismisses you immediately. The weak "Ow…" you let out after must have sounded too close to a moan for him to care. 

The way your pussy feels so good around his dick almost makes Sukuna want to go easy on you, remembering how much he cares about his daugther. 

Almost.

And then remembers that he's not the first person to know what your cunt feels like, and any hopes of being shown mercy from your dad melt away. He sets a pace so brutal that you're trying to crawl away from him, only for him to grab your hips tighter and pull you back. Judging by the footage of your only experience, Sukuna knows you can't handle it and that only makes him want to go harder. 

You're whimpering so cutely, cheeks wet from tears and your lips from the saliva that keeps spilling from them. Everything burns. The stretch from your dad's fat cock inside your tight pussy, your already sore knees now starting to bruise, your neck stiffening as your head is bent at an uncomfortable angle. There's no plush mattress, no cushiony pillows to make you feel better as Sukuna pounds you into the floor so hard you think it might splinter into your skin. 

Through it all, there's nothing you can do to prevent the lewd sounds that are slipping out of your mouth with a messy amount of drool that only makes you look even more like a pornstar. Deep down, you love this, he knows you do. You internalize all the insults that Sukuna throws your way because it makes the occasional praise he sings sound that much louder. Just as with the immense pain he's inflicting upon you, it only serves to make the pleasure that much better. 

Your orgasm is building too quick for your own brain to keep up, rapidly reducing you to a puddle of moans and cries for the man that's destroying you.

"Daddy! I—ohh fuck, I'm," you mewl, eyes rolling back as your cunt starts to throb around Sukuna's girth.

"Yeah, I know," Sukuna grunts. Your hazy mind can hardly comprehend what he's doing when you feel him shifting around you. He adjusts his position with his cock inside you until your face is being trapped against the hardwood, pinned underneath Sukuna's bare foot. 

The new angle is too much. No longer rutting forward into you, Sukuna is slamming down onto you, splitting you in half on his cock as he forces it unbelievably deeper inside you. 

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, I can't," you sob, chest heaving as you cry harder. "Too deep, dad, wait—" 

"Save it," he snaps at you. "This cunt is cryin' more than you, I know ya love getting used like the pretty slut you are. You're fucked in the head just like me." 

He's not wrong. Within moments you're cumming so hard that you think you might pass out, your legs shaking uncontrollably as Sukuna finally starts to slow down. 

"See? Makin' a god damn mess too." Sukuna sneers as he watches the way your pussy is starting to leak, creamy white slick coating his shaft as he slides out of you. "Your mom would be disappointed to know you turned out this way."

"Fuck off," you groan tiredly, not able to be bothered to care what your mother would think when you just had the best orgasm of your life. 

Sukuna chuckles as he steps off your head, moving instead to rub his hand between your folds, gathering your slick on two fingers. You wake up more when you feel him circling the rim of your asshole, prodding at the tight entrance with every couple swipes. 

"No, don't. I don't want to… not today," you try, having a feeling you wouldn't change Sukuna's mind.

He rolls his eyes, confirming your suspicions when he lazily pushes both fingers into your ass, ignoring the loud whine from you. "You say that but you don't mean it, look how well you're takin' these fingers. Can tell you want more." Sukuna slips his hand out of you before replacing them with the tip of his dick. "I know what my little girl needs." 

It's almost adorable the way your asshole clenches like that would stop him from fucking it. And the way you whimper another 'dad please, don't." Pathetic. 

When Sukuna presses his cock inside your tightest hole it's with an agonizing stretch. He didn't give you nearly enough prep to comfortably take someone of his size, and all of the cum and spit that's coating his monstrous length is doing nothing to ease the intrusion. 

A sound halfway between a scream and a croak escapes you as you crumble under Sukuna's weight, slumping into the hard floor beneath you for the second time tonight. 

"You need to loosen up, kid," he grunts, both hands spreading your cheeks apart to get a better view of his dick nudging inside your ass. The skin is taut and he can see the muscles tensing, trying to keep him out. It's causing him such difficulty that he wonders if it's even worth it as the friction starts to spread some of your pain to him. 

But it's the only part of you that hasn't been corrupted yet, and he'll be damned if another man gets to it first. 

"Fuck, it hurts," more tears pour from your eyes, dripping onto the ground below you. "Dad, I'm—am I bleeding?" You have to ask with the way it feels like you're being torn apart—you won't be surprised if the answer is yes.

"Nah, I'd fit inside a lot easier if you were though. Maybe you should," Sukuna muses, grinning when you writhe in his grip, trying to adjust to his size. "What, you don't want that?"

You're not even sure what you want. 

You want this all to be over. You want Sukuna to leave you alone and pretend you never started this whole thing. But you also want him to make you feel good in every way that he knows how, even when it hurts and you're not sure you can take it.

Because your knees are not only bruised but now scraped from sliding roughly against the wood with each thrust you had to endure. Your throat is sore from crying and shouting and gagging on your dad's cock. And still, your pussy is so soaked that it's leaking around nothing, producing more slick as Sukuna's hips inch to yours, until you're flush together once more.

"Never felt anything this tight," Sukuna groans, his entire length now buried inside your ass. It's so warm and squeezing him perfectly, he's not sure he'll ever want to fuck anything else again. With an experimental roll of his hips, his dick feels like it's pressing all the way into your stomach, making you whimper and squirm. 

The pressure is unparalleled. He's everywhere, overwhelming you from the inside out until all you can think of is him. 

All you can smell is his cologne and sweat. All you can hear are his grunts and groans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours when he pulls out half way before slamming back in. And all you can feel are his fingers digging into your flesh, his girth spreading you open so wide and deep that it's dizzying. 

"Play with yourself for me, baby." His voice is raspy, laced with exertion and strain from trying to hold himself together. Your body fits him much better than your mom's. "Told ya to loosen the fuck up," he lands a searing slap to your ass that makes you yelp. 

You have to lean onto your shoulder in order to snake a hand under you, reaching for your clit with a weak finger. Your neck is stiff, crooked at an awkward angle, and the poor thing feeling like it's going to snap when you try to look between your legs as your fumble around. Sukuna's moving faster now, reaching a steady rhythm that only serves to throw you off as you try to touch yourself. 

But eventually you find it—the right amount of pressure on that perfect spot which brings you just enough pleasure to forget all the ways in which your body feels like it's falling apart. Finally you relax just the slightest bit, allowing Sukuna to rut into you easier.

"Thaaat's it. See, feels good when you listen to your daddy." 

"Mmhng," you mewl, unable to find your words. You can't bring yourself to focus on anything more than trying to breathe through your punishment until you can get rewarded with another climax. 

"You let that boy fuck you here?" He already knows the answer.

"N-no," you reply, your voice shaking.

"Good," Sukuna growls. "Stupid girl. Fuckin' pissed me off today," he emphasizes the sentiment with another harsh slap to your ass. He puts all his strength into it, watching as the skin immediately starts to well up. 

He knows he's broken you completely when you don't even cry out at the impact, instead your breath just catches in your throat, followed by a sniffle. 

Tears and snot stain your face. Spit keeps pooling in your mouth and it seems like you're never able to swallow it all down, leaving some saliva to constantly dribble out between your lips and onto your chin. 

"Need a picture of this next time, should see how well this ass is takin' my dick. Knew we'd be perfect together." Sukuna is rambling on now, lost in his own thoughts as you're lost in your second approaching orgasm. "Made these holes just for me. No one else." 

Sukuna can feel the blood rushing in his ears, drowning out the rest of the room. He's teetering on the cusp of his orgasm, only holding on by a thread because he wants to bask in the feeling of you for as long as he can. 

But then you're cumming again. Shuddering and gasping on the floor as your arousal seeps onto your hand, sticky and warm. Your muscles tighten up so much it makes Sukuna hiss as you clamp down around his cock and he knows he's done for. 

"Should breed that pretty pussy, fill you up. You want that?" In a twisted sort of way, it's comical how quickly you panic, snapping out of your cockdrunk haze at his threat. 

"No! Please no, dad, you can't," you beg him, trying to appeal to the side of him that you know loves you as his favorite and only daughter. 

"You're lucky this hole feels so good," Sukuna grumbles, "fuck but you'd look so good pregnant with my kid—might even give me another girl. You don't wanna share your daddy with a sister?" 

You don't. You don't want to share him with anyone. That much is clear when you feel his hips still, his balls twitching once before he's spilling inside you. It's a weird but addictive feeling when warm spurts of cum begin to coat your insides, making it easy for Sukuna to finally slide out of you. 

The worst part of you wishes that your mom wasn't even in the picture. You would be fine with just Sukuna to take care of you, relying only on him and knowing that he only has you too. 

"Shit, look at that," Sukuna breathes, admiring the way your gaping hole is now leaking white spend. It's thick and slow as it slides down towards your cunt. 

He can't help himself when he reaches forward, gathering as much of his seed as he can onto his fingers and pushing them inside your pussy. Sukuna doesn't stop until he's reached the last knuckle, reaching as deep as he can. 

"What…" you cough, the fatigue finally catching up to you as your eyelids grow heavy. "What are you doing?"

"Just couldn't waste it," Sukuna murmurs, pumping his fingers languidly in and out of you. You look so spent, your skin bruised and red, your pussy lips all puffy and sore and smothered in slick. 

If you were all his, he'd make sure you looked like this everyday.

Come next morning when you wake up in your bed, your body shows the evidence of your night though red scratches and purple splotches. But you've been showered and tucked under the sheets, a testament to how gently Sukuna cleaned you up and brought you back to your room. It was confusing after he'd treated you so roughly. 

Maybe he felt bad.

But then you remember the way he pushed more and more of his release into your cunt despite your tired moans of protest. And when you try to tell yourself that it will be okay because it's different than if he'd really came inside you, you remember what he said when he laid you down for bed—about how he got your mom pregnant on their first night together.

© 2026 oncam ⋮ a/n thank you to the lovely coast for beta reading <3

[shrimpwife]

dont hate me but. what if i said that part 2 of my stepbro!sukuna series is over 4k words and they still haven't properly fucked yet.. (part 3 will include it i swear just bear with me)

[shrimpwife]

shrimp... i saw ur post about piss... i previously haven't been into it but something about sukuna (potentially big brother or uncle sukuna too if you wanna get nasty with it) pissing into reader's mouth just to watch you get grossed out has been on the brain ....

and trust, i will always wanna get nastier with it!! something something and then he presses your face down in it if you spill/spit any of it out.

i need to write a little something about this soon. it's going on the list 🙂‍↕️

[queasier]

cw: noncon + piss + captivity + somno

Most nights, Gojo fantasises about doing horrible things to you.

He tries to fight it — really, he does — but it's gotten bad lately. Used to be he couldn't sleep without jerking off to the thought of you, down on your knees as you throat his cock. He'd let himself imagine some rope around your wrists, maybe a collar around your neck, but it was all mainstream BDSM shit. Taboo, maybe, but excusable.

But then he started wondering how you'd fight back, were he to push you too far. If he forced his cock deep enough into your mouth and pissed down your throat just to feel it tighten as you gag and splutter. Would you pull away, spit it onto the floor beneath your bruised knees? The subsequent image of him forcing you face-down into whatever mess you make, like a dog being taught not to piss on the floor, fuels his nightly fantasies for a week.

He falls down a rabbit hole of depraved thoughts. What he used to be unable to sleep without, he now can't even cum without. Every time he fucks his fist, the scene in his head gets worse. You're dehumanised and objectified worse and worse with each chase of release.

He knows he's horrible for it. He doesn't deserve you, and he's fucking sick for fantasising about turning such a pretty thing into a sleeve to use and reuse. But he's good at reasoning, coming up with ways to excuse these bad thoughts of his.

Like, he might've been masturbating to the thought of breaking into your house at night and jerking off into the crotch of whatever panties you had laid out to wear the next day. But it was just a fantasy, and the key he had cut for your front door had gone untouched on his desk for weeks. That was so good of him!

And when he finally gave in and let himself into your home in the dead of night, at least that was all he did. Sure, he stood at the end of your bed with your panties in one hand and his cock in the other. And he came twice, once into your underwear and another onto the sheets you sleep in. But he only fantasised about smothering you with that soft pillow you rest your head on, taking you home with him to keep safe and locked up in a dog crate.

And okay, he went through with it on his third visit, but he exercised restraint up until then. Plus, he's only doing what's best for you now.

And he hasn't touched you like that since bringing you home. You haven't looked at him, or spoken to him outside of begging to be set free, and he hasn't even pulled you out and fucked your ass for being so ungrateful. He's being so good.

So good, in fact, that when he stands just outside the bars of your crate, stroking his cock frantically and babbling on about how much he loves his pretty little pet, he only goes as far as shooting his load all over your face from outside. He doesn't reach in and pull you out for what he's been slowly building up to.

Not yet, at least.

[rvngd]

dad toji who stumbles in your room, watching mindlessly as you sleep with a beer clutched tightly in hand. he thinks you look so cute with your mouth hung open, drool trickling out of the corner of your mouth. your tank tops rolled up over your tits and he doesn’t give it a second thought as he rolls one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

he pulls his cock out, using the tip to poke between your parted lips. his head lolls back, alcohol and need mixing disgustingly as it muddles his mind. you pretend to sleep as his length stretches out your cheek and rubs against your gums.

that stupid gas station pill you’d crushed up and slipped in his beer was working like a charm.

[angelixdoll]

cw: dead dove, incest, forced breeding, non-con, they’re in their late 40s, reader is 20, double v penetration, they’re icky and mean that’s it

Thinking about dad!toji and uncle!shiu taking turns while they fuck your tight holes. They love to see how you squirm and cry while you beg them to stop as they just laugh at your little tantrum. Dad!Toji always likes to go first, his cock getting hard again as he sees uncle!shiu fucking his cum inside of you and how your legs tremble at the overstimulation.

Other times they would both fuck you at the same time, stretching your pussy whole to the max while both their dicks open you up, making you sob on your dad’s chest as he just mocks you “c’mon, you can take it, i know i raised my daughter better than this”. Your uncle!shiu would just laugh from behind, smacking your ass as you clench your pussy walls involuntarily, making both men moan as they speed up their movements.

Their favorite moment will always be when you beg them not to cum inside “d-dad, u-uncle, please…please not inside”. And awww, poor, naive, little thing….you really believed they’d listen to you, even just for once. Sometimes they would make you believe they’d listen, but when they take their cocks out or your abused hole? you’d feel their sticky fluids coming out of you as tears spilled down your eyes.

[mrsblaileen]

thinkin about Sukuna who doesn’t let you suck him off, doesn’t even bother fucking your mouth at all. he just slaps his thick cock against your cheek before he starts to rub it over your face all slow and lazy like. rutting back and forth in long thrusts, grinding each bumped vein over your brow bone until your cheeks are slippery and pearly little threads of pre are strewn over your face from your chin to your forehead. You peer up at him through clumped lashes, eyes glassy, winking whenever his heavy balls nudge at your chin. You lick and suck at whatever slip of skin your greedy mouth can reach just to hear his breath hitch above you, low rumbled groans just as unhurried as the slow rock of his hips. sometimes he drags the blushed tip over your lower lip, lets your tongue dart out to steal a proper taste before he lifts again just to rest his balls over the hollow point of your eye socket while he dribbles ropes of pre cum into your hairline.

[shrimpwife]

Yes do satosugu for the piss fic please🤤🤤

[shrimpwife]

Hello im the piss proffessor anon can u please write smt about reader being forced to hold it but then she lowkey cant and then she gets like teased and degraded for it

heheh love this! any particular character in mind? bc i can definitely see a satosugu duo bullying/teasing you for this.

im open to any character suggestions tho <3

[oncam]

cw : dad-daughter incest, cheating

based on this request <3 barely proofread i’m sorry don’t shoot me

You hate when he's like this—Satoru. Your dad. The most arrogant man in your life. 

He gets mean sometimes, talking down to you like he's trying to make you insecure. Maybe he is. What other reason could he have for telling you that you'll have to try harder for him while you're actively sitting down onto his cock? 

You're struggling to fit all of him inside you, and he takes advantage of the moment to remind you that he's older than you, so of course he's been with a lot of other women. In other words, he's experienced.

Unlike his daughter, goes unsaid, but you know the implication is there. And unfortunately, all you want to do is prove him wrong—to make your daddy proud.

That's why your thighs burn from exertion, your bare back beaded with sweat as you bounce up and down. You're giving him a great show, moaning so loud with your head thrown back, your chest out toward his face. Your ass is slapping against his hips whenever you drop down onto his cock over and over, sucking the entire length into your heat each time.

Satoru has his hands behind his head, lazily watching the way your tits move as you ride him the best that you can. "Tired already?" 

"I'm not, fuck—mmhah, not tired," you whine. 

"Really? Cause you're slowing down." Satoru's lips tug into a frown. "Maybe we should flip over, yeah? Let's try this another time."

"N-no, I can do it. I promise."

"I'm sure you think so, baby," he coos, the soft tone of his voice only irritating you more. 

You stop moving, staring down at him with a vexed expression that earns you a smirk. Asshole.

Your eyes watch the way his adam's apple bobs when he swallows, clearing his throat. And then your hands are wrapped around it before he can toss another snide remark at you. You're sick of hearing him talk down to you, acting like you aren't making him feel good when you know that you are. 

You know it because every night he still finds his way into your room instead of your mom’s, he still stuffs his cock into your cunt, and he still pumps you full of his cum. 

Your fingers squeeze tight around his neck, digging into the skin and your lips quirk up at the strangled sound that Satoru makes. His own hands are now reaching for your wrists to yank you off of him and you use that exact moment to clench down around him. Your soft walls are strangling Satoru's cock harder than your violent grip around his throat.

It feels like you're trying to suck every inch of him back inside you, even as you lift your hips until just the tip of his cock is nestled between your folds. Then you drop back down onto his length so harsh and fast that you fall forward with a quiet moan, and he whimpers.

It's the tiniest sound, one so small and pathetic that you'd never imagine it could even be produced by someone of your dad's stature. 

You can't help but laugh, loud and mocking at Satoru's expense. Until his strong arms are wrapped around you, pinning you against his chest and forcing you to release your hold on him. 

He doesn't even grace you with a minute to process the change in position before his feet are planted on the bed beneath you and his hips are drilling into yours. Every time Satoru fucks up into you, he makes sure to pull you down too, meeting his own thrusts so that you have to feel all of him buried inside your pussy. 

Your whines get louder, slipping into his ear as you're tucked against him, unable to do anything but try to breathe through it while he ruins you. 

"What happened, not laughing anymore?" he teases, his breath hot as is fans against the side of your face. 

It's always like this when you're reminded how much bigger he is, how much stronger he is than you. You forget after spending the day together when he makes you giggle, talking to you so sweetly, doting on you like any other good father. And it hits like a slap in the face each time he shows you this other side of him.

"I hate you!" you cry as your eyes screw shut. "I ha—shit, oh god.”

"No you don't, baby." Satoru brings a hand up to the back of your head, cradling it against his body in a way that's so confusingly comforting and condescending. "You're so wet for me, hear it? You don't hate your dad, you love me." 

It's fucked up how right he is. No matter how he treats you, you're still going to be soaking his cock all the same. 

"I know my sweet girl just wants to make her dad feel good, I know she's trying." 

His words are almost convincing enough to seem genuine, especially when he tells you that he's "still proud of you anyways."

"You're so—," you pant, a moan cutting you off after a particularly cruel thrust, "fucking mean."

[shrimpwife]

I need more piss kink content with jjk x reader !!

and i will be the one to deliver this!! ♥️ send me an idea and i’ll whip something up

[saintshigaraki]

bkg being so vulgar in public but in private referring to having sex with you as making love. they don’t make loverboys like that every day

[saetyrn9]

in contrast izuku acts so loving, sweet and blushy with you in public no one is suspecting he's whispering in your ear about how he wants to watch you choke on his cock in the nearest public bathroom before he takes you home to fold you in half bc he has full on hearts in his eyes while he does it. two sides of the loverboy coin between them lmao

[wadigrove]

being chased by your fave in the woods… that rush of adrenaline, your heart in your throat, knowing he’s right behind you and knowing he’s going to fuck you so good once he catches you >>>>

[shrimpwife]

you own my mind (18+ only mdni)

pairings - stepbro!sukuna x stepsis!reader warnings - pseudo incest. stepcest. heavy dubcon/(kinda)noncon. use of big brother/little sister. manipulation. frottage. word count - 2.8k

The first time you meet Sukuna is at a nice restaurant your parents made reservations for. Your mother is smiling at his father, Jin; both hoping that you will get along with each of his sons.

Yuji is sweet, bubbly and outgoing. Choso is kind but far more reserved and keeps to himself, except when Yuji urges him to join the conversation. And then there is Sukuna, quiet except to say comments that had the whole table falling into complete silence.

He's huge and has a menacing look across his face, eyeing you like he was measuring up how worthy you were of his time. As a third year collegiate rugby player he is a mountain of a man. tattoos streaming down his face and arms, and piercings accentuating the sharpness of his features.

Each move you make is strategic, not wanting to disappoint your mother in impressing her new beau. Everyone seems to be getting along with the exception of the broody oldest son. It doesn't help that the only chair available was seated at the end of the table, right next to Sukuna. 

Your mother prompts you to tell everyone what you’re studying in college and just as you speak up a rough, warm hand lands on the middle of your thigh. Not moving or inching any higher, just claiming its place on your lap. The look Sukuna gives you is a challenge, are you going to disrupt the peace and say something, or will you stay silent and keep everyone placated?

And you do just that. You keep the conversation going despite trying to subtly remove his hand from your leg. It doesn’t work anyway, the warm palm remains in place until he decides to move it.

After testing the waters during your first time meeting, Sukuna can’t help but lay it on heavier once your families merge and move in together after the wedding. ‘Just until you’ve graduated’ is all they asked of you all, your parents wanting to live as a real family for even just one year.

Your mother had always wanted a large family and after the incident with your father this was her one chance to live out her dream. Who were you to deny that happiness you thought. Sukuna on the other hand would have told his father to fuck off and continue living on campus but the idea of such a tempting juicy peach living under the same roof was too good to pass up.

The first day of living together and he’s already grinding against your ass as he passes by you in the crowded kitchen before heading off for practice. If you showered too late at night he was standing right outside the bathroom, catching an eyeful whenever he could. Rationalizing it as a coincidence only lasted so long before you realized he was just a massive pervert.

Then you try to avoid him, leaving an hour after he heads off to campus, showering and locking your door before he gets back home, even settling for eating in your room if you had to. Tonight you pray that he’s off at some frat party with his teammates where he can bother some other poor girl.

You’re tucked in bed, scrolling aimlessly through videos until you feel exhausted enough to sleep when you hear a single sharp knock on your door. Half asleep, you don't think twice about who was on the other side. Opening it carefully, just a sliver of light from the hallway illuminates your vision, and you see him. Sukuna towers over you and wedges himself between the door frame.

“What do you want?” you ask, disappointed that it was him at your door. You should have kept it shut. You attempt to close it but his foot blocks the motion.

“Need your help.” Is all he says before pushing the door wider and walking inside your room. He turns on your desk lamp, offering the room a small amount of light.

“With wha-“ you couldn’t finish your question due to him completely removing the tight t-shirt that covered him. You just stared, stunning and unsure of what to do.

You checked your phone, it was midnight and you knew everyone else was already asleep. “What the fuck are you doing?” mustering just enough courage to whisper angrily at him.

“I have a muscle strain. You don’t want it to turn into a full injury do you?” Sukuna asks before laying across your bed, taking up nearly the whole expanse as he lays on his stomach.

You feel sick, unsure of how you’re going to get him to leave, yet not wanting to wake up your mother when you know she has work in the morning.

“So why are you here? Go to your room.”

“I want my new baby sister to help me out. Use those pretty little hands to ease my pain.”

“I'm not touching you. Get out!” you keep your voice as steady as you can manage with the lump forming in your throat.

“Come on, be the good sister your mommy wants you to be and help me out,” he waves the arm he wants attention on, “lower left shoulder. I fucked it up during a tackle.”

He has you stuck between two impossible decisions; start a rift in the harmony your mom has been wishing for, or give in to the brute on your bed.

He lets out a satisfactory chuckle as you approach the bed and stare down at his back. There is a large bruise there, it looks painful so you’re careful as your hands ghost along the tanned skin. Your eyes trace the markings of his tattoos, hypnotized by the way they curve along his developed muscles.

“What am I supposed to do?” you ask, trying to hide the nerves in your voice.

“Just massage it until the swelling goes down. If you're good, I'll return the favor.”

You let out a disgusted scoff, not trusting your speech to give him a more suitable response.

You work your fingers around the edges of his injury, listening intently for any sound of discomfort. Your back strains as you hunch over the bed to reach his left side but you don’t make any fuss, not wanting his attention brought back to you.

“You’re pretty good at this. I might have to keep you around when the season actually starts up.”

“This wasn’t even from a match?” You question before thinking better. Do not engage in conversation with him, you chide yourself.

“Hell no. This is from practice.” Sukuna turns himself over onto his back and looks at you clearly. “I’d probably have a broken tooth or a fucked up leg if this was a real match.”

You can't stop your eyes from roaming over the expanse of his chest in the low light of your bedroom, scars and bruises litter the front of him as well. “Why do it then?” you ask.

“Full tuition, room and board paid for by the college. Plus I get to break the noses of a few dickheads every week. What’s not to like?”

Just when you let your guard down and think you can have a normal conversation with him, Sukuna proves you wrong. He sits up and grabs your arm, dragging you over him onto the mattress. Within seconds you go from carefully standing away from him to completely straddling his lap.

You try to pull yourself away from him but his broad hands keep your hips in place on his lap. Each buck of your hips only serves to make him crazier. You freeze once you realize that your movements were causing a smile to break across his face.

“My clavicle hurts too. Get to work.” He punctuated with a playful but sharp smack on your ass.

You ask yourself why you’re still doing this but the way he looks at you has you pinned to the spot. His body is a work of art you regretfully notice, maybe you can just pretend it’s someone else as you get to massaging. Your hands move towards his shoulders as both a way to balance yourself and to work on the tense muscles.

You regret all of this now, wanting to go back in time and keep your door locked, wishing you had the guts to just tell your mother or Jin that you couldn’t stay in the house with his son any longer. Sukuna shamelessly stared at your tits through the v-cut camisole you wore tonight, his cock stirring underneath you.

And you bit your tongue, staying silent about the way you could feel his length pressing between your legs. The silk sleep shorts you had on did little to stop you from sensing the heavy prod of his bulge through his sweatpants.

You feel the hands on your hips tighten, fingers digging into flesh as Sukuna slides your back and forth on his lap. Each attempt to lift yourself off of him only made the movements that much more intense.

“Stop it, Sukuna.” You try to warn him despite knowing it will fall on deaf ears.

“Fuck, say my name again, baby.” He groans under his breath, eyes focused on the way your chest begins to rise and fall with each increasing breath.

“Don’t call me that,” you manage to gasp out just before one of his hands yanks your flimsy shorts and underwear to the side and makes your bare cunt grind against his hard-on.

Tears form in your eyes; a mixture of frustration, embarrassment, and the disgust at how quickly you were being affected by the bucking of his hips. He lifts a hand to wipe at your tears with his thumb before taking the digit into his mouth and savoring the salty stream running down your face.

“Baby, don’t cry. Your big brother will fix everything, just be a good girl for me, okay?”

Sukuna uses that same saliva coated thumb to press circles over your clit. You nod and throw your head back, able to do nothing except take the pleasure he’s offering, at least that’s what you have to tell yourself to stay sane.

As you get lost in the feeling of your building climax, he slips his cock out of the confines of his sweats, pulling you forward to grind on his length. You moan at the feeling of your slick meeting warm skin, taking a moment to realize what he’s just done.

Hands push on his chest for leverage, once again fighting him, but his own strong arms shift to grab the back of your thighs, keeping you trapped right where he wants you. You beg him to stop but he doesn’t listen.

“Call me big brother and I promise I won’t put my dick inside you yet.”

“No! Just stop!”

Now you have him running out of patience. Little did you know, this was Sukuna on his best behavior. You brought out something in him that he couldn’t control.

“Do it or I’ll knock on the wall until our parents walk in the room. And trust me, I’ll hold you right here,” he ruts his cock even faster against your slit, your whole body jolting with the force of his arms moving you, “and let everyone in this house get a good look at how fucked out you look on top of me right now.”

“Hnnnn-” You cry out as you clench around nothing, aching for more contact and yet wanting it to all end. “Big brother, please. I just wanna cum!”

Sukuna pulls you closer to him and his mouth sucks on your nipple through the silk of your camisole. The new angle has your clit rubbing directly along his shaft causing electric-like pulses to flow through your body.

Each nip and tug of his teeth mixed with the twitching of his cock has your head swimming. You can’t hold back the moans that slip out between your clenched jaw.

“Fuck…” Sukuna takes a moment to look down as your thighs begin to tense and shake, “you’re soaking my cock, you little slut.”

There’s no more holding back, your clit cannot take anymore of the slick friction it’s receiving. You clamp a hand over your mouth as you cry out a slew of names and insults at him while riding out your climax.

Once your hips still on their own Sukuna has you flipped onto your back, him now straddling your hips. He dips two fingers between your folds, gathering a pool of your slick to lube the rest of his cock with.

You did not get the chance to see it very well before but your eyes widen at how large and girthy his cock was. The thickness alone makes you want to run and hide. It also causes the most disgusting impulsive images of him fucking you with that big dick to run through your mind.

Sukuna positions himself between your legs, as if he was going to fuck you in missionary. One arm pressed into the mattress by your head and the other stroking his cock, all while staring into your eyes intensely.

You feel more naked under his glare now than you did on top of him with his mouth and hands roaming your body. Despite how badly you want to, you can’t look away, like you’re being frozen in place by his ruby eyes.

His face tenses, jaw ticked and brows furrowed. He grunts your name once and then you feel splatter after splatter of his cum hitting your stomach and bare pussy. The silk shorts you’re wearing are completely ruined by the stains setting in.

Your high is gone, everything turning stone cold sober. With a raised hand you unleash your anger onto his cheek. The slap was louder than you intended but not harsh enough to wipe the satisfaction off his face. He grabbed you by the back of your head, pulling your faces closer before claiming your lips. His tongue invades your mouth as you try to kick and push him away.

“You’re gonna be a good baby sister right? I’m not gonna have to show your mom that stash of weed you have in your drawers, will I?” Sukuna coos at you despite the severe threat laying underneath the sweet voice he used for you.

He’s been in your room? Of course he has. It’s no wonder the lock on your door sticks and sometimes doesn’t work at all. Sukuna had probably been picking the lock since you first moved in together. But the last thing you needed was her to hear about the weed you have. The first time she caught you smoking she nearly called the cops on you.

“What’s your problem? Why me? Why are you doing this to me?” You plead.

Sukuna gathers a stream of his cum between his fingers, smearing his spend between your folds, amused by the tempestuous expression you gave as he mixed your releases together

“Because I can. Because I want to. Because I want something that’s only mine.” He says all of this so flippantly, as if his harassment against you was destined fate. “You’re my type, you know that? Pretty eyes, cute face, smart as hell, secretly kinky.”

Your brows crease in confusion, “you know nothing about me. You’re fucking delusional.”

Sukuna finally removes himself from on top of you, putting his softened but still too large of a cock back inside his underwear. He’s half way across the threshold of your room, ready to finally leave you alone before he turns back casually.

“You know, baby sister,” he enjoys the way you cringe at that name, “your laptop and phone sync your history and logins. The shit you’ve been watching on there makes me look like a saint.”

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

“Maybe that’s what we’ll do later. I’ll show you my collection and you show me just what makes that pretty pussy of yours so wet. Maybe your big brother will let you try some of it out with him.”

He’s taunting you and it’s working. You hate how your cheeks flush and your eyes gloss over as his deep voice hits you in ways that make you want to die.

“That’s no amateur shit you're watching. Cages, rope, anal, fucking piss and spitting. Yeah, you’re my dream girl.”

You throw a pillow at him, wishing it was a brick instead, but he simply dodges it anyway and leaves you for the night. Now you have to find a way to get some sleep despite the cold cum drying on your skin and the knowledge that his threats are making your cunt throb in anticipation.

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wearing bunny themed lingerie for tamsy and him playfully tickling the little white pompom attached to your panties

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┌─ “ ! „ AT LONG LAST

tw. incest, neechan, darcyphilia, dubcon, possessiveness, degradation, jealousy, overstimulation, threesome, cheating mention

wordcount. 6.5k

a/n. ♡ commissioned by the lovely amazing @the-casual-hedonist !! thank you again a million my love, I hope you enjoy the fic and that I did your idea justice!! I love me some needy possessive brudders I'm so happy I got to write them again <33 a little bit of bullying is good for the mental health pffhfdgdugdoh ♡ and of course thank you my sweetest wife for always reading my fics and keeping me motivated

rin itoshi x fem!reader x sae itoshi

Slow music plays from the live jazz band in the corner and the golden light is dimmed; giving the entire event room a floaty sort of glow that belongs in movies about royalty. The awfully pretentious ones, where you can pretend for a few hours that you have anything to do with the occasion. You don’t, though. You’re dangling the daintiest flute of champagne between your fingers, and even so, you feel overdressed.

Not helped by the sound of footsteps that stride up, a warm, large hand coming to settle on the small of your back as a playful, familiar voice sounds. Close enough to tickle the side of your face, though you resist the urge to pull away. “Well, well. Don’t you look so pretty all dolled up?”

Kaiser’s lips linger a beat too long over your ear, his warmth an unwelcome addition to your already-hot skin. You sigh. “I wasn’t told about this very early, so I didn’t have time to look for something more appropriate.” You turn just enough to catch the way he grins, teeth gleaming a bit like a hunting animal, before he smoothes the expression down into barely convincing pleasantry. “And move your hand, Michael. You don’t want another girlfriend to dump you over some stupid flirtation.”

“Ouch. Straight for the juggular as always.”

He is unbothered as he scans the room, doesn’t move his hand. Of course. You take the initiative to shake him off and go to stand on the opposite end of the small event table instead, and true to form, he’s all too happy at setting you off by leaning onto it and staring down at you. Being annoying’s a skill he’s had ever since you met him. The reunion is overflowing with familiar faces, all pro athletes. The Japan Soccer association has gone through copious amounts of money to uphold their superior reputation since Blue Lock. The events, and you being here as a plus-one, come with the territory.

However, as you scan the room, you don’t see the two faces you came here for either. You know the question is coming before it’s even uttered, and Michael takes a large gulp to finish what can’t be his first glass. “Where’s the other Itoshi’s?” Sae is to be expected. He likes to assure his world status by being fashionably late more than not… but Rin— Kaiser clicks his tongue. “You’re my favourite of the three little Itoshi’s, of course, but I did hope to see the other ones tonight as well.”

“Sae’s on his way, I assume. You know he doesn’t care about these kinds of… appointments,” you respond, flick your eyes about the place. 

Kaiser hums. “He should learn to enjoy it some more. These ‘appointments’ are the only time many of us get to see you three, after all.” The smile that curls on his lips is wide, his voice a teasing, annoying lilt that grates on your nerves when he speaks. “Always guarded real well, aren’t cha?” His fluttering, blond lashes are aimed your way like daggers. What would you even call him? A frenemy? You don’t really want to give him that much sway. But the truth is, he gets to you. When he speaks next, he is almost pouting down at you with big, knowing eyes that read you too easily.

He leans in, close enough that you get your lungs full of his musky, dark cologne. “Do me a favour? Convince Sae-chan to bring you around some more, hm? It’ll be so soon that I won’t be allowed to enjoy looking at you anymore.”

You can’t make yourself meet his gaze, instead focusing yourself on tracing the rim of your glass with your eyes, and the marks your lips made on the crystalline surface. “You know an awful lot for someone claiming never to see us…”

“You know me,” he muses back, “I love gossip.” You know he’s letting you, when you escape from under his chin and push him back by the chest. He could fight it very easily if he wanted to.

“Well then. Do you know the answer to your own question? Where is my brother?” Some of the former Japan U20 athletes give you polite nods when you meet gazes in their corner, and you return their smiles in kind. The youngest of you three is nowhere to be seen. “I haven’t seen him yet, I just got here earlier.” He’s the one that invited you… But even Rin wouldn't be so uncourteous to be a no-show. You hope.

It’s been a few busy months since you’ve seen him though, and in all honestly, you hadn’t parted on the best terms. It’s been longer still since all three of you were in the same room. It’s a thought that stings more than you want to let it. And you had once been so close… While you’re thinking, Michael’s smile becomes a more calculated stare, as he waves over a waiter and picks off two more glasses to put between you two. “You don’t say… I hope that wasn’t Rin-chan sniffling like that in the men’s bathroom then?”

Your breathing pauses for longer than normal. Your worry spikes like it always does when he gets brought up. It makes goose bumps break out despite the warmth of the event, and has your stomach in a knot. You look around the room to the door, and then past his strong, slender body to the hall that leads to the bathrooms. 

Michael sips his bubbles, and looks down at you while he does it. You wouldn’t put it past him to be baiting you.

You can’t help it. You start to move. The blond before you manages to loop fingers around your arm as you walk past, and dips his face to your ear just enough to make yet another troubling statement. “You’re not wearing it. I guess you haven’t told them your little secret yet?”

“It wasn’t the right time,” you snap back a bit too curt; pulling your arm from his grip to walk past. But the statement sticks a pointed splinter into your side anyway, and your fingers start to feel uncomfortably tight. You can basically feel Michael’s eyes on you as you walk through some of the socialising groups to disappear around the corner. You turn at the perfect time to run straight into a chest, the familiar presence reaching out to catch you in your tumble back. It feels appropriate that this is the type of timing you two end up having.

“Oh, Neechan.” Your little brother, not so little anymore in height, puts you back far enough away from himself, then looks past you as if he’s worried someone will see. Which is silly. You’re siblings. You’re supposed to be seen together. You can’t help but study his face a bit too closely as you stare up at him, tracing his long lashes and slightly rosy undereyes. It might be your imagination though, an illusion Kaiser planted in your mind. After another uncomfortable beat, he looks back down at you to give you a sheepish half-hug. “Oh… Long time no see…”

“Yeah,” you agree, “I wasn’t expecting you to invite me. I’m glad you did, though.” You keep him from escaping by placing a hand on his bicep.

Rin’s mouth is a tight line like it usually is, and it’s slow and sluggish to move. Almost like gravity itself is fighting him as he speaks. “Yeah. You haven’t seen Sae in a while, right? I figured you’d want to be here to see him.”

“I’m happy to see you as well, Rin.” It disarms him, his eyes go just a fraction wider to make you believe it’s true. There’s a lot more under the surface you can’t talk about right now though, so you simply wrap your arms around his chest for a few seconds, and rest your face against his beating heart. “It’s good to see you. Really.”

He lets out a dry, unamused chuckle… pulling away too soon. “Don’t know why you are. I’m not the Champions League winner.”

“You know I never really cared about all of that.” You swallow, put your arms back by your body. It’s awkward… and you eventually let out a laugh. “Let’s get a drink together? I was just here for all of 5 minutes before Michael Kaiser thought it a good idea to slide up to me. Pitied me for being here all alone.” Rin’s eyes narrow, and his nose crinkles in a way he can’t hide. “Don’t leave me alone with him, please?”

Almost unnoticeably, his expression gets a bit more comfortable when you slide up beside him and wrap yourself around his arm. It’s the pride of being asked for help, of you gravitating to him for such a task— Rin’s long steps get easier when you pull him along with you. It’s not a competition— but if it has to be, you know he hates watching Sae’s uninterrupted winning streak. All you want to do is level the playing field a little.

It doesn’t escape you when you start picking out something to drink for him from the buffet table, that his hand drops to your side. He wraps his larger hand around yours, and intertwines his fingers with yours until your palms are kissing.

And squeezes tight.

You can’t make yourself say something. Even though you know you should.

+

In so many ways, he’s still that hurt little boy that just wanted to play together. It’s written all over his face, undeniable.

Everyone else erupts in cheers, deafening noises of disbelief and disapproval in equal measure— the players, the commentators, the entire crowd in the stands. Both the sides of supporter and opposition have dissolved into an uproar you haven’t witnessed in a while; but you’re quiet where you stand.

They won. They actually won. You’re not sure what to think.

There’s nothing you can do to stop it, watching him get metaphorically smacked in the face with enough force to dismantle his entire purpose. Your feelings mirror his, like cold water’s been poured down your back. And you’re being pulled wet socks and all into a pit of helplessness. Hands wrapped around the guard rail as you look on in blank surprise, it strikes you just how hollow it feels. Like you’re staring down at yourself from a far distance away.

It feels even worse because you had prepared yourself fully to comfort him if he lost. Rin won. He won, and that should have been enough. Shouldn’t it have? It will never be enough, a voice in the back of your head chants. Rin’s blank, devastated stare morphs into a bubbling anger as he pushes himself up from the grass; as his teammates embrace in all their sweaty glory, ecstatic just as this side of the crowd is. You have to watch as he shoves one of the young men who tries to get him to participate, equal measures furious and despondent.

You can’t really explain it, but while every parent, sibling or lover cheers in pride on this side, you want to cry.

Across the way, standing unbothered in his own huddle, Sae sips his sponsored water bottle like this is water off his back. To him it probably is. Like he can feel your eyes on him, he looks up at you from his comfortable spot and waves a hand, then gestures at you to come down from the stands. Some of his maroon hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, but aside from that you would never guess he’d just played an exhausting 90 minutes; that he lost. His future was guaranteed long before this.

He didn’t need the win, and the other young man so desperately did. But Rin did win.

On this side of the field, families are ecstatic. Everyone but you, and him. You guess that makes it your own mistake that you hadn’t prepared to comfort him if he won. Rin’s in the process of telling his coach to fuck off in barely contained fury judging by their body languages, when you turn on your heel to start booking it to the dressing rooms. One of the moms who had cheerfully introduced herself as the sole parent of one of the BLLK11 players calls after you as you blot out of the cheer arena.

The tension is thick enough to cut, when Rin tosses the medal to the floor and it clatters loud against the benches of the now-empty room. It lands somewhere by the lockers. You try to pull at the back of his shirt, gently, but he’s upset enough to immediately yank himself free. “Rin! Don’t go, I’ll drive you home. Rin!”

His next words are a snarl, like an animal backed far into a corner. “Leave me alone!” Then he slams the door behind him, hard enough to make the frame rattle. Sae doesn’t react more than just lifting an eyebrow, and clicks his tongue.

“What a drama queen.”

You bend before the medal to just stare at it for a while. There’s a thousand people out there who’d do just about anything for this piece of metal. Have its glittering emblem hung up on their wall like a rightful proof of achievement. Not Sae. Not Rin. That would just be too fucking easy, wouldn’t it.

You pick it up off the floor, now with one chip in the perfect edge. “You didn’t have to say all that to him.”

“All that— The truth?” Sae responds, squaring his shoulders. “Why do I have to coddle him when that’s really how I feel? Isagi did play a better, more interesting game than Rin did. Shidou’s a freak but he interested me more with his plays, too.” When you were younger people would laugh at the way you three were attached at the hip. Rin to Sae, and Sae to you; and you would never go anywhere where your brothers couldn’t follow. It used to be fun to be their sister, when they weren’t constantly at each other’s throats for something so stupid. “Rin’s plateaued.”

You let out a breath, and blink back the tears that suddenly threaten to make their way up, and stare at him. “Why do you have to be this way? To him and to yourself. All I want is for us to go back to normal, Sae. Be a family again. It doesn’t have to be this endless competition. Is it still not enough that you’re one of the best?”

Sae stands up, and gets right up before you. “Don’t-” There’s a darkness in his eyes that zeroes in on your face, going from your lips to your eyes, back to your lips. You know he wouldn’t hurt you. But those ice cold, oceany eyes still scare you. He takes your wrist to pull your hand, medal and all to his chest. “Not one of. I’m the best defender in this fucking country. I’m the best.” 

You try to fight your hand out from his grip, to pull it away from where his heart is beating so hard against you. But you can’t. You push at his shoulder instead, until you two almost topple over onto one of the benches. “What happened to you in Spain?! Why won’t you ever talk to me about it? What’s so important that it would drive you away from your own siblings, huh?” Your eyes spill over into thick, pathetic tears that he would probably laugh over any other time.

But here, in the echo of the desolate dressing room, Sae raises his voice for what feels like a first time in years. “You and Rin happened, neesan!” His voice gets sharper and more biting with each word, leaning closer and closer until you’re basically nose to nose. Okay, now you’re scared. His eyes dart around your face wildly like he can’t find what to look at, before finally he stares at your mouth like he’s expecting an answer. You breathe in the same air, as he lets out a frustrated sigh. “Just ‘cus you don’t want to see it doesn’t mean I can’t.”

He grabs you by the back of the head to force your head forward until your nose is in the crook of his neck, and his mouth comes to press against the shell of your ear. Too close, too warm, too— He basically hisses against you like a snake. “I know what Rin is thinking every time I leave for Spain. And I know you’re letting him.”

+

It’s been years since that afternoon now, but the thought of it still plays in your mind from time to time. You flutter between helping Sae clear the table and hovering as Rin awkwardly stalks around your apartment. Every so often he picks up a knick-knack from your dresser, stares at it too intently, then puts it down without question. “Scoot,” Sae mumbles, slides past you to fill the wine glasses as his woody, honeyed smell hits you in the face. He raises his eyebrows at you, as he nods his face to the food. Most of it is take-out. “Are we doing all this because I’m here?” There’s a teasing tone in his voice, but it’s not the mean kind.

It’ll be okay, they’re older now.

Flashes of the past play before your eyes when you close them, of Sae and Rin bickering over who’d play the dad to your mom. Sae wrestling you over the right to tell you what to do, and to sleep in your room with you. Of Rin crafting a ring for you out of paper when he didn’t yet understand the purpose of them.

You’re not sure why you’re dreading their reactions so much. 

“Don’t you know? Me and neechan always have a family dinner once a week. We just don’t invite you because we don’t like you,” Rin says back in the same flat tone, and you’re not sure whether to laugh or smack him in the back of the head- until Sae lets out a chuckle of his own.

“Oh good. At least you have this, since you have no friends…”

“-Alright,” you come between them to pick your own glass from the bunch before Sae can fill it up any more, and sit. “Let’s not start again.” Luckily for you, it’s enough to get them both to shut up. Soon Sae’s going back to his fancy apartment in Spain, and Rin’s soccer season will start again soon too. And you’ve run out of time to tell them in person. It has to be now.

Rin’s message, the one he sent while drunk and neither of you ended up talking about, comes to mind— the way you had paced around your apartment without a clue of what to do. The ‘love you’ that wasn’t supposed to be said aloud. 

Sae panting in your ear on more than one occasion, nights he’d call you from Spain too breathy and preoccupied.

You just want to keep everything the way it is. But there’s no good chance of that now, is there. After seconds of silence, you find the words trickling out of your mouth. Unwillingly. “I guess I don’t know how to introduce the topic… so I’ll just say it. I… got engaged the other day. That’s why I invited you both for dinner.” You swallow the tight feeling in your throat, don’t manage to pull your eyes away from your glass until it’s too late. You lift the hand that you’ve been hiding in your pocket out into the open, to show off the glistening stone for just a brief second. “Surprise. And I want you both at the wedding, so you guys can’t fight until then. You can do that, can’t you?”

“You got engaged?” You hear Rin parrot, letting the words sit in his mouth like some medicine he doesn’t wanna swallow.

Then Sae continues it, by boring holes into the side of your face as he watches you. “And you said ‘yes’?”

“Of course I said yes,” you lift your eyes to meet theirs, “I have no reason not to.”

Sae’s frown grows deeper. “You have plenty. You’ve been dating for a year. I’ve met him twice. I thought you two broke up because you stopped bringing him up.” He leans forward onto the table, any prior interest in the drinks forgotten in favour of staring you down. Maybe it’s the way both of their eyes look like a creek frozen over in winter - light blue and volatile - or how Sae’s looking at you like you’ve just stolen his prey out from under him, you start to fidget. 

With a loud scraping of the chair, Rin stands in one motion, and towers over you with a mix of anger, and an emotion you can’t fully place. It sits right in the frown between his brows, mocking you. “You can’t be fucking serious, neechan.” He pokes his tongue from between his teeth, then licks his lips. “You’re joking. Right?” When his eyes get covered by the dark blanket of long lashes, his mouth corners curl up just a tiny bit. Not the genuine kind, though. The ‘are you fucking kidding me’ kind. He walks off to the guest room before you can try to convince him of anything— and Sae stares.

He knows you’ll follow after. There’s no use denying your role in the family. He doesn’t even have to call you out on it when you get up from your seat and tread down the hall, knocking just once before you slip in. Before you can say a word though, Rin’s cornered you against the door, his hand over your mouth. Your head aches because of the way it’s knocked into the solid wood door, back matted to the door. “Poor neechan, you really still don’t get it, do you? Don’t talk.” He pins you up between his body and grabs a wrist to keep you in place.

“Mh-Rin?” You try to speak against his palm anyway, and a frown gets cemented on his face.

“Don’t talk. You really manage to piss me off when you say stupid shit like that.” Rin’s gotten so much bigger in the last couple years. He’s no longer the spindly little boy that would pull your sleeve to keep you close. He presses his tall, wiry body all up against you and leans in until your lashes are almost touching. And nerves start to tingle all over you, as he stares like he could eat you whole. “You’re not actually gonna pretend not to know, right?” Know what? Seriously, what’s going on? The way his breaths dust over your sensitive neck makes you shiver, and try again to pull yourself free from him.

He moves his hand to your jaw instead, and keeps your face still while you’re taking a deep breath in. “Ri-” You’re shut up because he invades your space more, and his mouth lands fully on yours. Your eyes shut instinctively, as he pushes his lips against yours, and then the warmth of his tongue pushes past your stunned mouth to brush against your own— and your fingers tangle into the front of his shirt. You try to push, really, but he’s so much stronger. And he licks into your mouth until you go softer under him and you’re pulled closer into his body, back arching. The noises he makes as he disconnects from your face for just a second makes everything feel too real, the shivers going down your back, the way your body clenches. “W-wh”

It seems more like you’re keeping him in place, not that Rin needs the prompting. He kisses you again, deeper this time, letting the puffs of satisfied breath dust over your face as his tongue tangles with yours again and again and makes your mouth jut open full of spit. You swear you don’t mean to, but your tongue is squirming against his anyway, and it misses his when he pulls back. Slightly rosy cheeked and with an impish grin, he presses kisses all along your jaw and ear. It tickles, and it feels good. A shaky breath escapes you, with his name. “You knew all along this is what I wanted, liar. You just thought you could use it to make us get along, right?” His baby blues stare into your soul as he runs a thumb over your bottom lip, and bites his own.

It’s not your fault, that the static between you two makes you completely wound tight. Your legs feel like giving out, and your mouth drops open, only to lead him into another kiss. Open mouth and messy, taking what he wants from the heat of you, and sucking your tongue so sweetly into his. Oh no, you’re sick. Your stomach flips and your panties rub uncomfortably between your legs, and you pull back in embarrassment at the feeling. Rin’s all too eager to jump on it, and breathes your name out into the too-tight space between you as you roll your body to his. “See? You’re a bad sister. You wanna be my girl, hm? Your body’s betraying you.”

No. No, no, no, you can’t. Your eyes, full of wetness and unspilled excuses, can’t do anything but helplessly blink up his way. You wanna get along with them. You want them to get along with you. You never wanted anything like this to happen. “Jump,” Rin grunts, and you do— get picked up against his solid stomach and dropped down without much fanfare into the doughy covers. He’s back on your mouth before you have the chance to say anything, and large hands start to move from your legs up to your waist, slipping under your shirt with a pant.

It’s only when those long fingertips start to snake under your bra and nudge at your heart that your hairs start to stand upright, and you feel the alarm bells overtake your brain. “W-wait, Rin. You can’t, Sae’s out there. I-”

“Don’t care, be quiet,” Rin just says, and shuts you up again. He’s kissing you so good and so deep that you can’t find it in yourself to push him away, no matter how much you know you should. If Sae finds you two, you’ll be so fucked. There’s no better way to explain this than exactly what it is. You’re seriously making out with your brother and your pussy’s slicking under his touches, panting his name into his ear. You’re pretty sure that if he tried to pull back now, you wouldn’t let him. Hands push your bra up over your tits for his access, grabbing and kneading the skin, flicking your nipples and gliding his mouth down to your throat.

Your body’s making sounds you don’t want it to, where he sucks and bites at your sensitive throat with a purpose. One you don’t get until you feel a bruise start blooming on the side of your neck. Your whimpering is distracting enough that you put a knuckle between your teeth, and you stare up at the ceiling instead of him. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it somewhere in the room, and starts work on pulling your pants down just as fast. “I thought you’d cry and fight more,” Rin chuckles against your skin as he starts pressing kisses down to your belly button, then straightens to see his work. As he strands up, you can see the way his pants tent over his cock before he grabs himself through them, and licks his lips. “Fu-ck, neechan. Fuck.”

“You’ve made me so fucking hard, feel.” He lays himself on top of you to grind his covered cock against your pussy, and rubs your slicked panties against you with the motion. The friction is enough to have you biting down harder, and digging your nails into his shoulder. Rin kisses you over and over, and pants words in between them. Your entire body’s tingling like crazy, waist angling to get that good friction. “I wanna fuck you. You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? You always let me.”

It’s enough to make you forget for just a moment to be quiet, and you throw your head back to moan out a stuttered, “R-Rin~” that makes your brother laugh, as he crawls over top of you to look at you below him.

Your lips drop open and your tongue out, and Rin takes it as an invitation to hook his thumb into your mouth and spit onto your tongue with a filthy noise. “Getting married, my ass. Look at you right now.”

It’s this way that Sae finds you two when he opens the door, light streams in onto both your bodies, and he just clicks his tongue.

“Sae! I- It’s not- what it…” you shut yourself up when you realise how truly useless it is to deny anything. Your younger brother’s on top of you and you’ve got your tits out, as Rin’s grinding his hard cock against your slicking pussy.

He walks in, shuts the door behind him, and gives Rin a look of thinly veiled irritation before he drops himself onto the bed on his side. “You work quick. Run out of patience, have you?”

“Shut up,” the youngest grunts, and kisses you again despite your eyes flicking to Sae— but he only stares back at you.

The redhead pulls your head to the side to disconnect your faces, and then slides in closer to get nose to nose with you. “That feel good? Yeah?” He plays with your lips, before pushing in himself. You can’t believe it when he also kisses you, more demanding, more forceful than Rin. Sae kisses like you’ve kept yourself from him for years and he wants to make up for lost time. Sucking on your lips and tongue and sharing spit, he smiles into the kiss as he makes you moan. When he pulls back, a string of spit connects your two mouths, and he licks it off of your face when it snaps. “You look so fucking stupid right now, all spaced out. Pay attention, neesan.”

Rin’s pulled your pants down your legs as well as his own, and is now playing with the bow on your panties. His chest is flushed a slight pink, and his heart is beating so loud you can hear it where you’re laying. Or maybe that’s your own, your body pitifully, obviously squirming under them. But this is all wrong. Sae’s shirt goes over his head too, as you shake your head side to side. No, no, no. This isn’t right. You know it isn’t. “We can’t… we’re, we’re siblings.” The ‘let’s stop’ you mean to say sits on your tongue as Rin’s fingers rub down your panties and push just the right friction into your pussy to make it get so, so wet.

Sae chuckles at that, and his thick lashes brush your cheek when he sucks the underside of your jaw. “Who’s gonna stop us? You? I don’t think so. There’s two of us, and just one of you.” He’s stroking himself through his sweats as he says it, promises it against your skin. The way he pops the head of his cock in and out of the ring of his fingers as he watches you, he licks his lips before going for yours again. You never cared that much about kissing before this. But it's them, your own blood, and it just feels so erotic. Sae’s quick to push his hand into his pants to take himself out, as his other hand plays with one of your tits. “And I don’t think you’re gonna do anything at all. Just like always.”

Rin’s taken off his underwear too, now standing in front of you in all his naked glory as his hard cock bobs a few times, and he yanks your panties down your thighs to demand attention. He pulls your ass a few inches closer to the edge of the mattress, managing to piss the other off in the process, and then rubs his leaking cock head against your winking pussy. “Sae’s right. You’re full of shit, neechan. How are you gonna get married to someone if you’re getting this wet from this little.” Slick drips down your pussy and ass every time he pushes the head of his cock into you an inch, before he pulls it back out. “When you’re this much of a slut for your own brothers?”

“Don’t you know-” The noiret pushes his fat cock right into that needy pussy without even asking, and bottoms out in two forceful strokes that knock the air out of you, “-there’s rumors over who will get to fuck you in the club. Guess they didn’t expect it to be us.” His cock is just right, just curved enough to get into the perfect spot, and long and thick enough to fill you up just over your limit. Sae gets above your face to pat his wet, flushed cock against your mouth as well, and doesn’t wait to push the head of it into you either. 

“Suck.” His precum’s a bit salty and a bit musky, but you can’t focus on that when he grabs your head and starts fucking your cheek like that, opening his eyes every few seconds to stare down at you with that pitying, satisfied look. “I could convince my team you’re my girlfriend. When you- suck-hng, suck my cock that way.”

“-No, she’s mine,” Rin snaps back, punctuating it with a hard thrust that makes your pussy spasm, and your legs wrap around his waist. “You’re my girl, neechan. All mine, my perfect little pussy to fuck. My hole to fill.” You have no choice but to moan like crazy, as both of them use your body like you’re made for nothing else. As Sae starts making you take his cock all the way into the back of your throat, through tears, and your fingers dig into his meaty thighs for reprieve. He looks at you like he wants to make you suffer, only letting you up to talk some more.

“Such a filthy sister slut. Letting your little brothers fuck you, yeah? Is this what you got so fucking mad about back then?” He pulls your hair as he fucks into your mouth again, balls to your chin as your tears run down your cheeks— it’s all so much. Rin’s fucking a leisurely but precise pace that shakes your body up and down the mattress, and bounches your tits in rhythm. Your moans get stolen by Sae when he forces his tongue back into your mouth and takes your breath that way too— and it all feels so good. The heat of your body under theirs, the way he’s staring at you as he watches you suck in desperate breaths as spit runs down your face, it mixes into a mess of noise and fluids and the loud squelching of your pussy that RIn’s fucking just right. “You just wanted a dick to shut you up.”

“Gh-,” you cough up, spit as you’re let up again, and look at him through desperate, wet lashes that glitter, “that’s not true. I wanted-, I didn’t want you to do this.” He squeezes your cheeks together, and more hot, thick tears run down your temples as your lip starts to wobble. You’re not sure why you’re so overwhelmed. It really is true, that you just wanted them to get along. You just wanted what was best. It’s not your fault. “It’s- not-” You’re crying. Nose runny and desperate, your sniffles only get interrupted when Rin hits that spot again, and you’re crying through your moans, squeezing your eyes shut hard. “Oh-god, god, I’m sorry. It’s not my fault. You two are so m-mean- ugh, fuck. Fuck.”

“You made her cry, niisan.”

“She’s pretty when she cries.” Sae laughs in your face as he rubs his cock against your thigh, and clicks his fingers in front of your face. “Get your little hands on it, c’mon. You can do it.” His slicked cock is rubbing your skin raw, his eyes narrowed. “Poor baby. You’re so fucking pathetic. Your siblings are so mean, aren’t they. Aren’t they? Hm? You just wanna get your pussy fucked and it took this long to get to it, hm? Hold my dick so I can fuck your hand.”

You do as you’re told, and Sae groans out your name as he fucks into you, plays with your tits and pinches your nipples, and Rin takes his distracted focus to rub your clit back and forth until you’re seeing double. It feels so good. Good enough to make your back curl off the bed and cry, arch your chest into Sae’s hands. Slick pools under your ass and squelches out with each thrust. “Ah, fuck. Rin, Sae. I’m- I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too,” Rin grunts, letting his fingers flick over the wet, pulsing nub like crazy. The pounding of your g-spot is making you see stars, and though you can’t control your tears, you pull Sae closer to wrap your arms around his neck. Rin’s pace picks up against the way you’re clenching, the way your stomach is pulling together into a tight ball that’s about to spring.

“Ow, ow, Rin. Too much.” He keeps toying with that poor, little button until your body sucks him in further, and your moans build ‘til you’re bursting. “Ah, agh, stop, it hurts. It hurts, agh!” Your orgasm floods over you with enough force to keep Rin inside as he moans, and his dick spurts hot cum all inside you. Coating your insides, he pounds against you until he can’t hold it any longer, and pulls his cock out.

“Fuck, fuck, holy shit, neechan. You want me to get you pregnant or something?” He thumbs the cum spilling out of you up and leans over to slip that thumb into your mouth, and chuckles. But Sae isn’t done yet, and barely as soon as you have caught your breath, he pushes Rin out of the way between your legs to pat his still hard cock on your overstimulated pussy.

“Be nice and let me use your pussy like that too.” He pats your clit a few times to watch your legs jump at the feeling, and then pouts. “If it hurts, don’t blame me, alright? It’s not my fault that you always let Rin use you first.” It does hurt. Your poor clit’s already aching the second he rubs his thumping, red cock over it a few times, before he pushes his thumb hard onto it. He slides his cock inside your leaking pussy with a satisfied moan, and stares down at you through thick lashes. “This is the payback you deserve, neechan.”

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