#bllk itoshi

[kurooangel]

❥ custody perks w itoshi sae

you’d never admit it, but you get dolled up to drop the kids off at his place. you’re so careful about looking beautiful for him even if you’re not his anymore.

“hi, beautiful” he says, fresh out the shower, dressed with sweatpants and with his bangs downwards resting on his forehead. you roll your eyes at his pet name, but your panties feel slightly wet against your folds.

you talk about your children’s progress at school since he only has them a week per month, yet you can’t help but get distracted. he looks handsome with his natural looks, teal eyes staring at you and paying attention to every word that leaves your sweet lips.

“good, and in soccer? are they doing okay?” he says, hand on his chin and back against the wall. his free hand lands on your waist, caressing your skin unconsciously. “yeah.. the coach says they’re very good” you clear your throat, “you could come to his games and see it by yourself”

“don’t have time, mama. i would if i could” he arches an eyebrow, now both hands on your waist. he caresses your skin up and down, making you feel goosebumps on his trail. “sure” you sigh, getting even closer, “itoshi sae never has time for anything that isn’t soccer, right?”

“exactly. took you long enough to understand it” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes flickering between yours and your lips. he stares down at your mouth when you bite down on your lower lip.

there’s a pause, a silence. you feel his breath get heavier and your thighs rub together, trying to ease yourself. “you shouldn’t do that”

“do what?” you swallow, trying to play it off. “want me like that” he shrugs.

you scoff and try to step back, but his hands tighten on your waist just enough to stop you. both of you forget for a second this isn’t how things are supposed to go, that you should’ve left right after the kids got in bed.

“sae…” you breathe, half a warning, half a plea.

his forehead drops to yours. you can feel the warmth of him, smell his soap, feel how real this still is. “we’re bad at this,” he says quietly. “every time”

“then let me go,” you reply, though your hands wander over his chest.

sae doesn’t. instead, his thumb brushes under your chin, tilting your face up. his eyes search yours, something vulnerable flickering behind that usual cool confidence. “i miss you,” he admits, voice so soft it feels like a caress on your neglected lips.

then you break. your lips meet his slowly, careful. slightly scared of the consequences that may come after this. but it quickly rushes into a heated and sloppy kiss, pouring all your contained feelings into his mouth and meeting his on his tongue.

you need oxygen after a few seconds and you pull away, tongue darting out over your lips. there’s a moment of silence, just staring into each other’s eyes and trying to regulate your breath. “this can’t happen” you whisper, trying to be rational in this situation.

but when his fingers start unbuttoning your flared jeans, you know you’re done. you want this, you need this. you sigh in pleasure, letting him guide you until your back hits the wall. your pants fall down to the floor, your legs straddle his hips, and your lips connect again.

sae growls into your mouth when you pull on his hair slightly, one hand on your hip and the other sneaking between your thighs. “what were you saying about this being wrong?” he smirks, making you huff, but it blends into a moan when he pulls your panties to the side and pushes to fingers into you. “shit, you’re drenched. just how i like you”

your nails dig into his skin and you grind against his hand, making him chuckle mockingly. his palm brushes against your clit and his pace speeds up, two thick digits thrusting into you relentlessly. “missed the sounds you make.. so sweet ‘nd nasty”

your head falls back against the wall, lips parted as his fingers work you open, curling just right. your walls clench around him, desperate, needy, like your body’s been waiting for this the whole time.

“sae—” you gasp, legs trembling around his hips.

he watches you closely, eyes dark and focused, like he’s memorizing every reaction. “still feel wrong?” he asks quietly, thumb now circling your clit with practiced ease.

you shake your head weakly, biting your lip to keep from moaning too loud. “no,” you admit. “feels… too good.”

that’s all it takes to make him snap.

he pulls his fingers out slowly, making you whine, and before you can complain he’s lifting you effortlessly. your back presses harder into the wall as he hooks your legs around his waist, hands gripping your thighs so your pussy is right against his bulge.

“hold on,” he mutters. sae frees himself quickly, guiding himself against you, and the first push steals the breath from both of you. he groans low, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he fills you inch by inch. “fuck,” he breathes. “missed this too.”

you cling to him, nails dragging down his back as he bottoms out. he starts moving back and forth, his hips slamming into yours, the stretch makes your eyes sting, your body welcoming him like muscle memory never faded. your soft sounds fill the room, muffled against his neck as he kisses your shoulder, your collarbone, anywhere he can reach.

“look at you,” he murmurs. “still mine when you fall apart like this.” his words make your stomach flip, hips moving to meet his. the pace builds naturally, rougher now, needier. the wall creaks softly with each thrust he gives you, and you feel the knot tightening on your low stomach.

“can feel you twitching around me like a hoe” he grunts, “want me to fill you up? make you a mama again?” you moan at his filthy words, and your ecstasy reaches you. “fuck— oh, yeah. just like that” he moans, not lasting much longer than you and filling you with his sticky load.

after the wave of pleasure, you’re shaking slightly while he helps you getting dressed. you fix your hair and kiss his cheek, “see you. remember that they have exams, try to help them studying”

“already told you i’ve got no time, beautiful” he opens the front door for you, smirking when you huff. “call me when you get home, ‘kay?”

“thought you didn’t have time” you shrug as you step out.

“i always can find some for you” sae says flatly despite the effect his words have on you.

“then help them studying for me” you wink and disappear in your car. maybe sharing custody isn’t that bad!

long ass fic got a bit carried away oops

[missyonmission]

cw: smut // stepcest

Stepbrother!Rin Who still isn't used to living with a girl and having to call her sister. He hates how he's expected to look out for you and make sure you find some friends at school, how you take up the bathroom for hours and how annoyingly loud you whine whenever he wants to watch a football match and you your stupid trash TV. He never asked for a younger sibling, a fucking girl no less! As if his stupid brother wasn't enough to deal with already!

Stepbrother!Rin Who ignores you to the best of his abilities. He doesn't answer you in the hallways at school when you ask him what class he has next, walks past you in the cafeteria when you wave at him and rolls his eyes every time he comes downstairs for dinner and is greeted with your bright smile and shining eyes. He knows you're trying to be nice and play happy family, but he's not interested in it. He only cares about one thing and that's football.

Stepbrother!Rin Who has to carry you all the way home on his back after you sprained your ankle in PE. He's annoyed by your little sniffles right next to his ear and your tears staining his shirt as you cling to his shoulders with your face buried in the curve of his neck. Or at least he's annoyed until he sits you down on the large sofa in the living room area and wipes your tears away before bandaging up your foot carefully. You are kinda pretty...if you like the stupid bimbo type of girl that is—which he is completely immune to obviously.

Stepbrother!Rin Whose eyes flutter open in the middle of the night just to see you crawling into his bed. He wants to tell you off, but doesn't find it in himself when you start telling him about a very scary nightmare and how you can't fall asleep during the storm raging outside, how glad you are to have him here to protect you... He didn't ask or wanted to know, but now that you're here, he's pulling you closer by the waist and tells you to be quiet and go to sleep before he kicks you out.

Stepbrother!Rin Who tells himself he's just doing his job as an older brother to not get yelled at by his father when he scares off the guys approaching you with just one deadly stare or takes your hand into his to drag you after him so you don't get run over by a car on your way home because a stupid stray cat distracted you.

Stepbrother!Rin Who's stunned into silence, hands awkwardly hovering in the air near your hips, when you climb into his lap while he watches football and whine about switching channels for some stupid reality show you need to watch. What stuns him even more is the fact he puts it on for you without protest as his hands settle on your body and he pulls you into his chest. He even gets invested in the romantic drama displayed on TV, masking genuine curiosity behind petty questions and a click of his tongue.

Stepbrother!Rin Who first notices that something isn't right when he pops a huge boner after accidentally walking in on you changing. You had just taken a bath, standing in front of your closet and contemplating for the past 5 minutes if you should wear shorts or a skirt. The image of your luscious curves in barely any fabric is branded into the back of his mind when he takes care of his little problem in the bathroom—the cold shower wasn't nearly as satisfying as nutting it out later that evening.

Stepbrother!Rin Who does serious research in all things girls, boys and relationships in hopes to find any other explanation than physical attraction towards his stepsister as a reason for his desires to bend you over the kitchen counter, hike your skirt up and fuck that silly smile from your face. He can't bear it anymore, your pretty eyes and the echo of your stupid giggles has been replaying inside his head for days now.

Stepbrother!Rin Who questions if your clinginess and need of attention is stemming from the same filthy urges that he secretly craves. Would you sit in his lap if you didn't want to grind against his hard-on? Would you cuddle up to him every night if you didn't like the way his morning wood kept pressing between your ass cheeks? Why would you wear little to nothing around the house 24/7 if you didn't want him to stare at your perfect tits and make him imagine his teeth sinking into the perky mounts on each side?

Stepbrother!Rin Who has trouble looking into his father's eyes and only gives short, one word answers to direct questions during the rare occasion of family dinners, because he thinks his father will see right through him. His cold, distant behavior seems so perfectly normal to his father that he doesn't even notice a thing, but you do and he only stops brooding in self-pity when you hug him from behind and ask if he's okay.

Stepbrother!Rin Who's jerking it to the innocent pictures of you in his camera roll (like he does every night now). Tears burn in his eyes from the amount of shame he's feeling for being this disgusting, but the sheer desperation for you is growing stronger and stronger and his teeth clench down hard on the fabric of his pulled up shirt to stifle his pathetic noises.

Stepbrother!Rin Who didn't expect you to enter his room this early tonight as you caught him right in the act of cumming all over his stomach—panic sinks in immediately as he scrambles up and tries to explain himself.

Stepbrother!Rin Who goes completely silent when you lay down between his still spread legs, pushing his shirt out of the way and start to lick up the cum from his abdomen like it's cupcake frosting. It makes his cock spring into action again at the way you blink up and smile so cutely. He can't believe you're actually just as depraved and sick in the head as him and who is he to deny his little sister the one thing that they both have been craving from the start?!

@missyonmission

[bluelocklvrrr]

dry humping with sae !!

”sae-! we’re gonna..!! can’t-.. can’t get caught!!” you whine, but grab his shirt behind you closer.

he had pulled you into the dressing room with him. anyone can walk in, yet he’s still rutting against you like he’s starving. words melt in your mouth as you arch your back and bury your face into your forearms.

his hips rolling against you form waves of heat that comes so pleasurably it’s like water in a desert. your lower stomach forms a knot and you whimper even more desperately.

he keep grinding into you rhythmically. his hands guide your hips and his fingertips brush against your waist.

“s-sae…” you angelically moan as he pressed his lips behind your ear. that’s more than enough to loose his mind.

didn’t go back to reread any of it i’m srry

[bluberryuwu9681]

This looks so cute help

Look at that little 'Bleh'!!

[blackmarshall]

sassy big bro and his cute lil bro

[yumyumcherryy]

why not me?

you shouldn’t be here. you shouldn’t still be waiting for him to look at you like that— like you’re the answer he’s been searching for. but god, you are. you are waiting. and it’s pathetic.

the room smells faintly of soap and rain, soft and sterile, like everything rin touches somehow becomes quiet. he’s sitting on the floor, back against the couch, eyes fixed on the wall instead of you.

“you’re thinking too much again,” he says. his voice is calm, but distant, like it’s reaching you through water. you laugh weakly, trying to fill the space he leaves empty. “i always am.”

he doesn’t look at you when he says it: “you know i don’t mean to hurt you.”

and you hate how your throat tightens at that. how your pulse stutters, stupid and hopeful. you want to scream then why do you? but all that leaves your lips is a whisper.

“then why not me?”

rin finally looks up. his eyes are soft—too soft, like pity in human form. “don’t do that.”

“do what?” your voice cracks. “want you? love you? pretend it doesn’t hurt every time you look at me and see someone else?”

he flinches. you watch it happen. it’s small, but it’s there. and that hurts even more, because it means he knows.

“i know who you pretend i am,” you say, and the words spill out before you can stop them. rin closes his eyes. exhales.

silence.

somewhere, the washing machine hums in the next room—steady, relentless, unforgiving. you wish your heart could sound like that. mechanical. unfeeling. just doing what it’s supposed to.

“it’s not like that,” he says finally, voice fraying at the edges. “i just—”

“just what?” you snap. “just need someone to fill the space until she calls? until she remembers you exist?”

rin stands, and suddenly he’s towering over you, eyes burning. “you think this is easy for me?” “no,” you whisper, tears slipping down your face, “but it’s easier for you than it is for me.”

you turn away because you can’t stand to see him like that—beautiful, unreachable, his love always facing the wrong direction.

the air feels heavy, too full of what won’t ever be said.

“rin?” he hums softly, already half gone.

“when you look at me,” you ask, voice breaking, “do you ever—just once—pretend it’s really me?”

he doesn’t answer. you don’t need him to.

the washing machine clicks off. the room is silent again.

and for a moment, you wish you could stop spinning too.

p.s: soooo erm hah..enjoy..? 🥀

i got possessed guys erm

[samumuchocoflan]

Omgggggg his thighs are so fucking thick

[megumismyhusband]

the cafe smelled like sugar and cinnamon, and rin itoshi hated it. he sat across from you, arms crossed, glaring at his black coffee. meanwhile, you glowed with excitement, snapping pictures of pastries.

“try this!” you squeal, holding up a forkful of cake.

“no,” he replied flatly.

“come on!”

rin sighed, looking away. he didn’t even know why he was here. he didn’t like sweets, didn’t like cafes, and didn’t like you, not really. you were barely tolerable at best.

so why had he said yes when you asked him to come? his brain had screamed no, but his stupid mouth had betrayed him.

as you thanked him, glowing over something as simple as dessert, he looked down at his coffee, feeling oddly warm.

“it’s… whatever,” he muttered in response to your thanks.

barely tolerable, he reminded himself. and yet, he stayed.

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