I have spent all morning writing this because holy shit this is a delicious idea. Thank you for the big brain request, anon <3 - Pip
TW: DARK CONTENT - OBVIOUSLY INCEST (don't come for me, i'm warning you rn), big bro ushi, lil sis reader, afab reader, unprotected sex, jealousy, dubcon, Oikawa makes an appearance, public-ish sex, a lot of "big brother" talk.
Also they are wearing matching jerseys bc that to me is *chefs kiss*
Everyone is over 18+ DARK CONTENT UNDER THE CUT
You know what you’re doing.
At least, that’s what Wakatoshi tells himself as he glances at you cheering for him in the stands, your cropped jersey that matches his riding up on you as you bounce around screaming his name.
He’d like to make you scream his name for another reason.
God, he knew it was fucked up. He shouldn’t have these feelings for you. But who could blame him when you paraded around him in your tight shorts and crop tops, hands massaging his sore muscles after a long day at practice? He wasn’t as oblivious as people perceived him to be, knew that his teammates looked forward to you coming to his practice to ogle your ass when you innocently picked up volleyballs or watch your chest bounce as you hopped up and down clapping for them.
Still, no one dared to try anything on you, resorting to jacking off to the thought of you, Wakatoshi’s hot little sister.
And he liked it that way.
Until, Tooru Oikawa.
Wakatoshi had always held a respect for Oikawa. He was a strategic athlete, a fierce competitor on the court that he enjoyed rivalring. But when he saw him walk over to you, you giggling over something Oikawa said, him cocking his head to the side as he flirted with you, causing you to bite your lip flustered…well, Wakatoshi was pissed.
He slammed his hand onto the ball, sending it barrelling to the floor on the opposite side of the net. He shot a glance to you, glad to see your attention was back to the game and your big brother, your eyes wide. Good.
The rest of the game was uneventful and Wakatoshi wiped sweat from his brow as he walked off the court, heading to the locker room. The crowd hadn’t completely dispersed, and it took a moment before he could find you, something he rarely had to do since you were usually one of the first onto the court.
Of course, you were chatting with Oikawa, giddily handing him your phone as he typed something into it. His hand was on your shoulder as he handed you the phone back and he must have felt the burning flames from Wakatoshi’s glare because he looked up at him, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
Wakatoshi hadn’t even been aware he was walking towards you until his hand gripped your arm. Flustered and embarrassed, you looked up at him.
“ ‘Toshi, I – “ Your sentence was cut off as he dragged you away, back towards the locker room. The rest of the team had already finished packing up, and the few stragglers that remained hurried out after seeing the murderous look in his eyes. He glared down at you and your stomach dropped. It was silent for a moment, and he towered over you. You felt the cold metal lockers digging into your back.
Then his hands were on your body, cupping your breasts roughly as he kissed your lips, your lipgloss smearing across your cheek as your hands pressed up against his broad chest. You opened your mouth to protest, and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. It was heavy and wet and messy and this was wrong, so wrong in so many fucking ways, but why were you aroused? He was your big brother, your protector, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You had seen the girls who clamored around him, had heard him in his room, soft grunts and panting when he thought everyone was asleep and now you wondered if he was thinking of you those nights when his hand was gripping his cock, the cock that you could feel pressed up against your thigh right now. Was it your name that ghosted his lips as his hot cum splattered against his sheets? Did you want it to be?
He pulled away, and your head was swimming with confusion, the what the fuck did I just do rattling in your brain and yet the other voice, the voice that begged you to keep going, to see how far this rabbit hole could take you, whispered in your skull. It wasn’t until you looked at your hands that had gone to fists of protest to gripping his jersey, the same jersey that you wore now, that you realized you didn’t want to stop.
Wakatoshi looked down at you, your lips swollen and bruised from his roughness and your chest rising and falling with every breath. But you wanted this, your eyes were heavy lidded and he could see you squirm. You wanted to be his.
“You belong to me.”
Your voice was shaky but sure. “I belong to you…big brother.”
Fuck, he didn’t know how he didn’t cum right there. The reminder of just how wrong it was, or maybe it wasn’t, it shouldn’t feel this good if this was wrong, right? He could think about it later. All he knew was he had to have more of you, lay claim to your body, the body that belonged to him and only him. After all, you carried his name, you had to be his.
His mouth was on yours, hands shoving down your shorts and finding your panties soaked. He could feel the thin fabric drenched in your arousal, and he could feel the tiny bows that decorated the front. Another reminder that you were his because he knew these panties, had seen them in your laundry at home and wanted to rip them off your body, keep them for himself and smell your excitement over him, over your big brother. He wanted to taste them, rub them around his cock while he jacked off to this memory. Though maybe now, he wouldn’t have to hide his desire for you at home. It would be easy to slip into your room at night, fuck you against your four poster bed, trying to stay quiet as you took his fat cock deep inside your cunt.
His thick fingers slid inside you and you gasped as he finger fucked you. His other hand pressed against your mouth to keep you quiet, though he wanted to let them hear you, hear you crying over him. He sucked bruises on your neck, tasting your skin and he could smell your perfume, intoxicating him. He wanted more of you, he needed more of you. His thumb ran over your clit. You cried into his hand as he circled your tight bundle of nerves, fingers fucking into deeper and deeper, stretching you out to prepare you for his length. His hand left your mouth as he pushed up your top and his mouth was on your chest, lapping and sucking at your tits as you moaned his name, your hands tugging at his dark hair.
You could feel your cunt clench around his fingers, your thighs shake as you approached your high. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes closed as he whispered into your skin.
“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum for me, baby.”
That was all the encouragement you needed and you exploded onto his hand, stars dancing in your eyes. His fingers were drenched, your slick dripping down his wrist and he had to have you. You hadn’t even come down from your orgasm before he was positioning himself against your hole, his cock thick and veiny and if you were of any saner mind, you would have protested at how big it was, how it would never fit.
He slid into you, your tight walls squeezing him in and tears flooded your eyes as your body stretched to accommodate his entire length. The head of his cock pressed against the deepest parts of you, so tightly it almost hurt and you breathed sharply, attempting to relax. Slowly, he slid out, leaving the tip inside before rocking back inside you. His pace was steady and you felt adoration for how slow he was going, letting you ease into this though you could tell by the flush of his face that he wanted more of you, wanted to fuck you harder.
You rocked your hips, allowing more of him in, silently pushing him to go faster and he fucked into you. You saw fireworks every time his cock kissed your cervix and the gummy walls squeezed around him tightly.
“Fuck, ‘Toshi!” your voice was music to his ears as you panted his name, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “So good!”
“Mine. You – belong – to – me.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust of his hips and you nodded, your eyes opening to meet his. You looked drunk on him, your pupils blown and your lips puffy.
“I belong to you. Only you, big brother.” Your breathing was heavy and he could feel your body clamp down on him even tighter. He knew you were close and he pounded into your sweet cunt, trying to force himself impossibly deeper inside. He wanted to paint your insides with his cum, claim your body as his own, mark you in ways you could never forget.
“I love you, ‘Toshi.” Your lips found his and he fucked mercilessly into you, feeling his cock throb with his orgasm as you moaned into his mouth. He growled as he spilled inside you, your pussy milking him for every drop as he pushed himself deep inside you, desperate to fill you with every last bit of him.
The locker room was quiet, save for the sound of both your heavy breathing and maybe he imagined it, but he felt that he could see the slight bulge of cum in your belly from him, and his hand rubbed your skin gently, calloused fingers against your soft tummy.
He took the look of you in, disheveled hair, smeared makeup, your jersey and shorts haphazardly thrown back on in an attempt to cover yourself and he swelled with pride.
tw noncon, forced cheating, drugging, daddy kink, age gap
The thick swell of red blurring at the sky is impatient, drowning out the yellow of the sun lower and lower as your feet dip into the water again and again. Or well, the water dips into you, swallowing your toes, shins, thighs before it glides down again and leaves tingles of salt on your skin. You think it does at least, laughing at the shape the water makes around your body and the sticky, wet sand under you that you run your hands through.
There’s a heaviness on your chest and stomach, one you can’t place, and below that just a feeling of electricity that seems to burst through every vein. You can’t help the giggle that falls out of you when the water swallows you again, cold and warm at the same time, licking eagerly at you and giving you pin pricks all over. “You feelin’ it, huh, pretty girl? Feeling good?” a low voice sounds, drowned out and washy between your ears, and you let out a hum through your nose.
“Yeah, you do. Such a good girl,” the wet feeling between you and the ocean is a different kind of wet, sticky, heavier, it doesn’t feel as playful as the soft, foamy licks at your ankles or the sand sticking to your hair. You roll your head back a little, dig your skull further into the wet sand to look up towards the shape over you, blurred out and so pretty, pretty, pretty and dark. You open your mouth to say something, not sure what yourself, but your tongue feels puffy and heavy and it doesn’t move the way you want. It only peeks out of your mouth a little, nothing more.
He doesn’t need any more to lean down and suck on the pink muscle, grunting into a kiss that must be sloppy at best. He rubs his soft tongue against yours and sucks, swallowing you up almost entirely, to the point where it feels like you don’t have anything left when he leaves. Two strong arms cradled around your head, his body over top of you, and sweat, and darkness— that damn darkness creeping lower and lower into you until you feel so cold. Something’s up, something’s wrong, you want to say, want to move and run and get the hell out of here.
“Shh, don’t move, I got you,” the voice is pressed into your neck with kisses that feel so damn good, and hands that roam between your bodies. Suddenly it hits you that you’re getting fucked into, hard and precise hits that are the source of that electric buzz in your blood, the floatiness between your ears. You try to focus your eyes on the figure over you, to thank him maybe, to pull closer or something; but your hand just twitches instead of lifting. “You’re not gonna tell Mattsun, okay?” he asks, kissing you again and pressing a few more down your neck.
The water gurgles something below you and you laugh, you can’t help it, feeling a huge wave of pleasure build higher and higher. Some sound breaks the silence before you’re moved and one leg is flung higher, your cold foot dangling over his shoulder now, and then his hand moves. The world blacks and when you come to you’re screaming- no, moaning and a million kisses seem to be traveling through your skin, ordering every fiber of you to glow. Your whole body shivers and trembles through the high as you’re pumped in, out, in, out of. “Came again? Yeah, you love coming on this fat cock, huh? Love milking daddy’s balls like this, getting filled to the brim?”
He grunts again, and bites the skin below your ear. “Good fucking girl, such a good girl. You’re not gonna tell your dad about this, okay, and I won’t tell anyone either.” You’re nudged back into a kiss, and this time you manage to take a good- though blurry look- cooling with the revelation that your boyfriend’s pretty eyes aren’t looking back at you, similar, but not nearly enough. Instead you meet piercing green when he pulls back, and your stomach drops. Your body shivers, your clit rubbed hard and too fast and you can’t even say anything about it as your mouth cracks open and a desperate noise falls out.
Iwaizumi grabs your hips and yanks you a bit higher, pulling you back down on his thick cock with loud slaps each time he bottoms out, the lewd squelch of your pussy slick with the ring of white at the base of his cock. “Shh, shhh,” he breathes again as you try and fail miserably to express how you don’t want this, you never wanted this, “you don’t want them to find us here. What would Mattsun say knowing you came onto me like this, hm? Little minx.”
. tw noncon touching, power imbalance (¿) . wc 285
stuco president kita shinsuke cannot run the student population on his own. that's where the vice president comes in handy; that's where you come along as his right hand. he's a great leader and he has your respect but lately it's been dwindling down into nothing. like sand slipping through the gaps of your fingers. why? because any role model student like him should know the concept of personal space.
and that no means no.
you eye the firm warm hand perched on your knee. you can't wave him off because your hands were stuck typing on your laptop and trying to pull your knee away is futile. you still had crescent shaped markings from last time when he dug his nails hard as a warning to stop moving.
his hand crawls up, higher and higher, wrist flexing as the pads of his fingers skim across your inner thigh, toying dangerously under the uni's skirt uniform. how inappropriate. how disgusting.
your hand darts down to squeeze his hand. a silent plea. stop it kita-san. but the rug was pulled out from under you as shinsuke opened his mouth and didn't think twice to cut off the stuco treasurer mid-report.
"yn is there somethin' wrong?"
go on. i dare you. that's what he's actually saying. you can expose me right here right now in a meeting infront of my council but they'll never believe you.
the weight of the whole room's stare is heavy and oppressive. a steadily tightening chokehold around your neck orchestrated by none other than mr. president himself.
you swallow, letting go of his invasive hand defeatedly. he's right. the council won't believe you. they'll think you're lying. they'll think you're full of yourself for even thinking president shinsuke would waste his precious time on you.
× warnings : fem!reader, obsessive behavior, stalking , sakusa being a creep, suggestive and smutty themes + actions. kidnapping! dark content !
18+ CONTENT. NO MINORS, AGELESS OR BLANK BLOGS.
how did it get this way? when did it get this way? sakusa would have never imagined he'd be peeping into your window at two in the morning, and he wasn't quite sure how he had managed to come this far, to become like this. but he knew how it began.
you were cute, elbows propped on the counter as you ordered coffee, looking back at your friends for confirmation on what they had wanted. your eyes gleamed, a light smile on your lips as you giggled before finishing up your order. sakusa had been seated in a booth, atsumu and bokuto seated across from him because he preferred not to sit shoulder to shoulder with anyone. it just wasn't sanitary. he admired the way you cleaned the table with a bleach wipe for your friends, and the way you squirted a dollop of hand sanitizer into each of their hands, claiming that it didn't hurt to be clean. the two of you only make eye contact for a brief second, but it warmed sakusa's heart rapidly.
the second time sakusa had visited the little shop, he went alone, the first time having been a spontaneous decision made by bokuto. but, sakusa had a craving for the peppermint mocha that atsumu had talked him into buying, and he just so happened to be in the neighborhood. so there he was, his sterile mask pulled up to his eyes, and in you walked all bundled up in your oversized sweater, lips chapped from the frigid air outside, your hands rubbing together for warmth. so pretty.. so perfect so.. covered in the coffee he had just bought, now dropped the floor and splattering over your ankles and shoes.
“i-i’m so sorry.” was all he had managed, hands shaking from how dirty the scene before him was, and yet, you only laughed, squatting down to pick up the cup. it didn’t help that with you so far below him he could see down your shirt, but he only looked away, clearing his throat. “it’s no problem, really. um, you wanna help me clean this up?” after that, sakusa had truly gotten a laugh out of you, asking the cashier for a mop and some cleaner and cleaning the entire mess properly. had he not, the sticky residue off minty flavored coffee on the floor would haunt him forever.
the third time sakusa went, it was both for coffee and for the chance to see you again. even if he had embarrassed himself last time, he couldn’t get you off his mind. of course, you immediately recognized him when you walked in, greeting him with a bright smile. he then offered to pay for you drink, claiming that it was his way of apologizing for spilling coffee all over you. you accepted and spent the majority of your visit talking to sakusa, which is how he would learn your name and many other details about you.
every visit after that was completely and utterly made just to see you, but for little over a week sakusa hadn't even caught a glimpse of your angelic face. he began to wonder if it had been a coincidence to see you so many times before, and that maybe he just wasn't meant to see you. sakusa had thought maybe you liked him, but he could have been wrong. now, he hadn't seen you for a week and he was close to just giving up, sliding himself out of the booth he had been sitting in. the sudden chiming of the bell ontop of the door had him glancing over, shocked to see you walking inside with another guy, your hands intertwined, your smile as bright as ever.
kiyoomis mouth had gone dry, seeing you come inside with another guy. he had thought you were into him, the way you smiled and laughed. was that just you being friendly? had he read you all wrong? he soon stopped visiting the coffee shop, finding that he infanct was not craving the coffee but instead, he craved you. the sight of you, the smell of your perfume as he walked by. the sound of your voice. he was an addict, and you were his fix. you were so pure, so perfect and yet all of his thoughts were dirty, filthy even. he had only been obsessive over one thing in his entire life, and that was germs. now, sakusa was utterly infatuated by you. he couldn't function without seeing you. this is how he would come to stalk your social media, fisting his cock to any and every picture of you he could find. but like every addict, he became tolerant and he needed more.
one night, he waited for you to leave the coffee shop, following you home and hiding in your bushes until he could find a window to look through without being caught. it happened to be your bedroom, and god did sakusa watch as if it were a high definition movie. he saw everything, from you sleeping to changing, and even witnessed you fucking your boyfriend a few times too. sakusa hated seeing that though, seeing your boyfriend last less than five minutes before leaving you unsatisfied. he knew he could do better, mumbling about how he could make you cum a thousand times before painting the soil of one of your potted plants with his cum, huffing out heavily.
months had passed now, and kiyoomi only got better at stalking you. he learned many things, like the fact that you were forgetful sometimes and left the front door unlocked when you would leave. sometimes he would even have to cut your oven off, or unplug your hair dryer. the first time he had stepped within the threshold of your apartment, he got a adrenaline rush like no other. he had been watching you at his usual time, between two and three in the morning. you were winding down for the night, laptop open as you worked on what he assumed was college assignments, that is until your phone went off, causing you to check it before fleeing your apartment in a hurry. in such a hurry that, you had left your front door cracked open and your laptop unlocked. upon entering, sakusa was met with a basket full of dirty laundry sitting on top of your kitchen table, and perched perfectly at the top of the unwashed clothing was a pair of your dirty undwear, crumpled up in a small ball.
he precariously picked up the soiled undergarments, looking around as if to check if anyone had been watching him before he unraveled the piece. a royal blue thong, God he could only imagine what you looked like, how the vivid color looked against your perfect skin. he hadn't thought twice about it, almost immediately bringing the thin piece of cloth to his nose and inhaling deeply. your soft musky scent was more perfect than he had imagined, so lewd, so erotic. he was groaning deeply, fishing his cock out of his pants and wrapping his hand around it tightly. he paused, contemplating whether he really wanted to do this. it didn't take much thought, the vibrant blue cloth now wrapped around his pale cock as he fucked into his fist roughly, gasping and shuddering all while whispering your name.
wiping his thumb over the angry red tip, it only takes a few more flicks of his wrist to make him cum, hurriedly pulling the blue fabric over the head to catch his cum, but droplets of white splatter against your tiled kitchen floor anyways. sakusa doesn't notice through his adrenaline infused high, shoving himself back into his jeans and pocketing the sticky panties. he only leaves after going through your computer, opening every file, browsing your search history and even reading your messages.
but he leaves in the same calm manner he entered in, closing the door behind him and trudging to his car. kiyoomi acts as if he hadn't just completely invaded your personal space, he acts as if nothing had happened at all. he goes home and continues about his normal routine.. except he's burning himself in a scalding hot shower, scrubbing his skin with a loofah until it turns lobster red. his nails are meticulously cleaned with a nail brush, scrubbing on top, around and under them. he washes his hair three, even four times, as if he's trying to wash away the sins he's just committed. so filthy, so disgusting he is, washing until the water runs cold and his balls are shriveling up. but even then, sakusa doesn't feel clean, but he cannot help himself, he has to obsess over you and thus, the cycle never ends.
sakusa mulls over explanations that could excuse his acts, but nothing works, nothing is good enough. at one point, he isn't sure who he's trying to convince, himself or god. it isn't until one night while he's laying in bed that it comes to him. all he has to do is take you away, make you understand why he did what he did. it's not like you have anything going for you. your boyfriend is trash, your grades aren't even up to par. it would be for your own good, sakusa tells himself, convinced that you'd be better off with him and only him. no one could punish him for oogling what he owns.
it's a week later and sakusa is at the coffee shop. he's followed you this time, all the way from your apartment. he watches as you go inside, as your order your coffee. it's the same as always, an iced americano. getting out his car, the rain that poured down from the sky drenched his body, dark curls sticking to his forehead and his sweatshirt growing damp by the second. it's timed perfectly, he's entering as your exiting. he watches your face drop at the falling rain, pulling your phone out to dial your boyfriend who doesn't answer. by the time he's ordered his own coffee (the same order as you this time.), you're still standing outside, and sakusa is dropping a small white pill into his cup before placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "hey, you need a ride?" had you not met him all those times before, you would have said no, you should've said no.
kiyoomi helps you into the car, taking your coffee to hold for you as you get seated. unbeknownst to you, he hands back his own cup instead, the brown liquid tampered with to his own advantage. you don't notice, it's an iced americano, exactly what you had ordered. climbing into the car, he throws you a smile, and you can't help but blush. it's not like he wasn't attractive, quite the opposite actually. but your boyfriend, he was toxic, oh so toxic and would be infuriated if he found out you even looked at another guy. "kiyoomi, are you sure you don't want any gas money?" you ask, taking a long sip of your cold coffee. he only shakes his head, "don't worry about it. i don't need your money, and you won't need it either."
those sinister words fly right over your head, suddenly feeling awfully sick. your ears begin to ring and buzz, the car spinning. you're dizzy and naseous, eyes falling shut and opening slowly. the only thing you manage to pick up on are the roadsigns passing by your window, indicating that you're all but going the right way to your apartment. "...this.. this isn't the way to my pl-place—" "shhhh..." a lone finger to is pressed to your lips, the other hand steering the car as he gently caresses your face. your arms have gone limp, you can't feel or move them, not even to fight sakusa off. though, as large as he is, you doubt you could anyways. he's suddenly gripping your chin tightly, the car pulled into the parking lot of an unfamiliar apartment building. "you're gonna be a good girl right..? i don't want to have to hurt you princess.." you can't focus, his voice is coming in and out like waves and you hardly understand. you're blacking out, the last thing you hear is sakusas soft voice whispering, "goodnight princess..."
he carries you inside his apartment, dropping your phone and stomping on it before heading inside.
