┌─ “ ! „ AT LONG LAST
tw. incest, neechan, darcyphilia, dubcon, possessiveness, degradation, jealousy, overstimulation, threesome, cheating mention
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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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