#tw.jealousy

[whore-ibly-hot]

Yan!Cage-Fighter x Fem!Reader

'Paying bills ain't easy'

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Toxic behavior, traditionally masculine roles, power dynamics, violence, murder, jealousy, subpar spanish, cursing, mentions of sex, description of unsafe neighborhoods.

(AN: I know I said I was working on the part two for the fae fic, and a fashion designer piece, but the idea for this guy hit me like a train. Apologies for any Spanish mistakes, I'm coming along in my learning!)

The sound of raucous cheering rings out throughout the crowd of the 'Dog Pit' Den, Harlem's most prolific underground fighting spot. Fighters from all over the city come here to try and earn a living wage. Backbreaking, degrading work, boxing, kicking, and spitting in the no-rules ring. A crack, a cheer, and the sound of a collapsing body, before the announcer yells that Matias Lopez has taken yet another challenger down. A sweaty, tanned man hops back and forth on his feet, arms raised in the air as he celebrates his victory.

"Ladies and gentleman, Matias 'The Mayhem' has taken down yet another challenger! You know what that means! Make some noise!" The announcer yells, and the room shakes with boos and cheers, the stomping of feet making the ground tremble. "Matias Lopez has won the 500 dollar Rookie Fighters Championship prize!" Another round of yells, and Matias spits on the ground. He makes his way out of the cage, kissing the rosary his mother always makes him wear, even when he's cracking skulls in an illegal cage-fighting circuit. To be fair, she doesn't know. He sighs, tearing his fist-wrappings off and running a hand through his sweaty locks. He changes out of his outfit, switching into a casual gray hoodie, a pair of sweats, and some slides. After reapplying deodorant, he hears someone outside. One of the guys who runs the 'Dog Pit' has come to give him his check.

"Yo, Matias, my man!" He greets, slapping a hand on Matias's toned shoulder. "Me and some of the 'execs' as we've taken to calling ourselves are gonna hit the club', you in?" Mattias, clicks his tongue, and shakes his head. "Nah man, not tonight. I gotta get home n' see my girl. I was supposed to be home earlier." He glances down at the floor. "Shit, alright man, here's your check. I'll see you later." Mattias nods as the man heads out, stuffing the check into his duffle bag, before sliding out the alley exit.

Matias and you have been dating for a little over a year now. Both of you met in a pretty rough part of town, he was working a day-job at a gas station, and you were a cafe worker. He'd come in occasionally, claiming that the gas station coffee just wasn't up to his standards. He scared you, at first. Mattias has a very tough exterior, tattoos and muscles, but an even tougher interior. He was kind of stoic when you first met, and you couldn't quite get a read on him. He wasn't outwardly flirty or affectionate, which is why it took six weeks of him stopping by the coffee shop for him to pull you aside and ask what he was doing wrong, and why you weren't picking up on his advances. You had explained, and shortly after that you began dating. It was only a month or so into dating when you had learned of his cage-fighting career, but he assured you that he was tough, and no guy was gonna hurt him. You both needed the money on the side, so you reluctantly agree. That's what leads up to where you are now, passed out on your couch, waiting for him to come home.

He heads towards your shared apartment as quickly as he can, taking the subway about 8 blocks east, before running up the fire escape to the flat's balcony. He knows you deadbolted the door any time past 8:00, and doesn't blame you. It's kind of a dangerous neighborhood, and he feels bad enough leaving his girl home alone as much as he does.

"Pobre mami, espero que no me haya esperado." (Poor mami, hope she didn't wait up for me.) He pulls up the window, making sure to slip in quietly, in case you had already gone to sleep. As he places one foot on the floor, the wood barely creaks beneath him, when he hears a soft groan coming from the couch.

"Matty?" You mumble, sitting up from the plush couch and rubbing your eyes, trying to make out his large silhouette. He sighs, tossing his bag to the side as he stretches "Hey, hermosa, did I wake you up?" He asks, looking at you with his usual hooded gaze. "I guess, I don't think I was asleep that long..." You run a hand through your hair. "How'd it go?" He smiles softly, chuckling. "You know me, baby, I don't lose." He sits on the arm of the couch. "Gotchu' five hundred dollars, gonna' get you something real pretty with it." You sigh, and shake your head. "You've got me plenty of gifts, what we should be doing is saving up for somewhere else to live." You explain. He shrugs. "Yeah, you right, you right. That's my bad." He puts his hands up in surrender. "Well, if you aren't gonna let me get you somethin' pretty, you outta lemme' take ya to bed." Before you can react, he scoops you up in his arms, causing you to squeak.

"Don't scare me like that, God!" You smack his chest, but your hand only bounces off his firm pecs. e chuckles. "Gonna' have to hit harder than that, mami." He flicks off the living room light as he carries you to your shared bed. He lays you down, gently this time as opposed to the times he throws you on the bed, usually to pin you down and tickle you, saying things like '¿Qué pasa, bonita? Solo empújame, no es tan difícil...' (What's wrong, Pretty? Just push me off, it's not that hard...). Sometimes though, his manhandling isn't that innocent. As you snuggle down into the bed, Matias strips off his hoodie, and you blush at the way the light coming in through the blinds hits his chest. He lets out a soft groan, as the plush mattress and soft bed sheets soothe his sore body. Matias bites his lips as his eyes trace over your sleepy form, and he rolls over onto his side, tucking an arm around your waist.

"Mmm, no Matias... m' too tired tonight." You whisper, your face scrunching up. Matias was never a very soft guy. Playful and devilish, sure, but soft? No. His hands were calloused from years of bruising skin and bloodying faces, working and scrounging every penny he can get to get a better life for himself. Deep down, he couldn't imagine placing these damaged, dangerous hands on something as soft and sweet as you. He could snap you in half if he desired, and the thought terrifies him.

"What, no baby... I'm not tryna' smash at-" He looks over at the clock. "Shit, 1:00 am already? Jesus Christo..." He turns back to you. "Just wanna hold you, mami." He presses his long torso up against the curve of your back, pressing his face into your curls and inhaling your scent. "You feeling okay?" You ask. He knows he doesn't. He knows he should have been home for you sooner, and it didn't help that he had to make a stop on the way back home.

He feels a sense of dread in his stomach. You won't ever know about the stop he made, you were asleep. Besides, he comes home late all the time. What you will learn about is your bloodied new co-worker being found with his skull smashed in, just a few blocks from the cafe. Due to the graphic scene he left behind, it's sure to be on the morning news. Matias hadn't expected your new friend to be working the late shift, but he was still on an adrenaline high from the fight, and god... he couldn't stand the idea of that bitch getting to spend more time with you than him. He wants to be home for you more, he does, but he can't. Still, that doesn't mean he's going to let any other guy fill that void. Hell no.

"I'm fine, Hermosa. Just sore from the fight, wanna' hold my baby." He whispers, placing a chapped kiss on the shell of your ear, making you flinch. "That tickles..." You giggle. He smiles, and squeezes you gently. "C'mon, stop being silly. Necesitas descansar, especialmente después de quedarte despierto para mí." (You need to sleep, especially after staying up for me.) He scolds. You roll over to face him, and tuck your head into the crook of his neck. "Love you, Matty." You sleepily coo, before drifting off in his arms. He freezes, his breath labored for a minute as he looks down at you. Even now, after dating for so long, he can't process the softness of you juxtaposed with the beatings he both takes and gives every other weeknight. It's a transition he sometimes struggles to handle. He feels a smile creep onto his face, and he curls your small form into him, practically cradling you against his broad chest. God, he'll take on an extra five challengers next time, all for you.

"Gonna get you a penthouse baby, real nice neighborhood too. Somewhere safe, somewhere that makes me feel better about leavin' you all alone..." He whispers, knowing you can't really hear him. "Better not have anyone but me over, no fucker's from work, aight'? I'll kick the shit out of any of em' just for you..."

#yandere #yandere fanfiction #tw.dark content #tw.yandere #x reader #yandere content #yandere oc #reader insert #yandere boy #yancore #tw.violence #tw.fighting #yandere boxer #yandere cage fighter #oc x reader #oc Matias #tw.jealousy

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ TWO OF CUPS .04.

tw. incest, dubcon, coercion, size kink, belly bulge, praise, hair pulling, a lot of emotional bs, jealousy, angst, love triangle wordcount. 7k

part 01 part 02 part 03 fin.

a/n. it has come. the end has come, she's here, it's over and the witch is dead (i'm the witch, this killed me a little inside but i'm very glad to have it finished). as always i would love to hear your interpretations and thoughts about this chapter and story in general because i feel like there's a lot here thats,, up for interpretation and discussion and yea <33 and ty ty ty a million to @seijorhi and @darlingsanzu for beta-ing for me i am in your debt forever and ever

itoshi rin x fem!reader x itoshi sae

He imagines if it were anywhere else, the room would be covered in a thin layer of dust by now. But it isn’t, courtesy of a caring, fretful mother— the room remains in pristine, paled stasis. Instead every old textbook, every picture frame and the ancient soccer jerseys have been dutifully cleaned, and are splayed out in front of him like a near-perfect copy of his childhood. Sae runs his fingers along the length of the desk as he slowly drags himself around the room in a circle, before coming to a halt in front of the bookshelf.

His parents were as surprised as any to see him home, considering he should be ready to head back to Spain soon, with the upcoming season and all. And truthfully, he had been ready to call his bumbling excuse for a manager two days ago. Should’ve landed splayed out in yet another sterile hotel room in a place he doesn’t care to explore hours ago. So he blankly wishes he could play pretend at amazement too. It isn’t very surprising that in his time of uncertainty, he finds himself here- where he used to keep you locked in his arms under thick blankets. He hasn’t been back home in a while. And not unlike other times, there’s a nagging voice in the back of his head.

He picks apart the perfect little shrine of accomplishments of his childhood room by pulling the picture frame up to his face, can’t help but frown at the sight. There’s a younger him -years before he joined Real Madrid- sweaty, sore ankles and exhausted on a bench, and right beside the youthful reflection of his own maroon-haired head, sits a girl a couple years younger. Her cheeks chubby and raised as the beaming smile shines all the way though the flimsy picture paper- and your arms wrapped endlessly tight around his stomach as joyous tears glitter on your lashes.

He won that match, of course, but that uneventful match out of thousands before it wasn’t why the picture landed itself a spot in the middle of his most cherished valuables. You were. The memory of your heart beating into him like a drum, of how it felt to be adored by you. Adoration that had gotten stale years before you’d started giving your all to him— felt different when it came from someone with no deeper motives. When all he’d ever given you was an unending game of playing catch-up.

His hand twitches with the urge to toss the picture back down with the rest of his sentimental crap. He doesn’t bother to put it back in place, pushing it aside for the tiered trophy that looks much too big among his other old belongings. The gold layer gleams in the low light of his room as he takes it off of the shelf, and his frown digs deeper into his face.

But a soft clearing of a throat by the door makes him look up. His mother smiles as she appraises the room, and then him. “I’m making you a protein smoothie. I know you probably won’t stay the night but-”

“I’m driving up to the airport tonight,” he breathes out, trying his best to force the distaste off of his face. His mother nods again, and then steps inside almost cautiously, as if not to disturb the peace of the past. Ironic, Sae thinks, considering. He only came here to do exactly that. Nothing in the Itoshi house is sacred, hasn’t been for years. After a few seconds he plops the trophy onto the desk, and stares down at the woman before him with a deep sigh. “You came in here to say something, right? What’s up?”

You spend enough time with people over the years, you learn their tells. The reddish brunette starts picking at the pictures thumb-tacked above his desk before she speaks. “You stayed over at Rin’s for a few days… We haven't seen either of your siblings in a while.” A pointless starter, because they both know these facts. She’s stalling, tiptoeing around any point worth making.

“Oh, yeah,” he breathes. She could ask about his sudden visit. Or about Rin’s blatant dismissal of going anywhere that you won’t follow. Could ask about what Sae himself did to you. Maybe he’d finally be able to give a straight answer, if she dared. But she doesn’t, and Sae goes back to thumbing through the old photo album tucked away behind a mess of medals. His mother hums.

“You know we’ve tried to raise them to be respectful, and Rin’s shown promise. But your sister—”

Sae’s somewhat of a sadist, he thinks. To everyone around him, but also to himself. Coming here was a surefire way to land himself into shit, and yet... “They’re both in Tokyo and they get along well, mom. What’s the problem with living together?”

“Your father and I think your little sister should start letting you two live your own lives. I know she means well, but isn’t she a little too old to be so- well— you know how she is.” It once again is anything but a compliment. He knows how you are. Sure, folded in angles no brother should ever know his little sister, maybe. It makes a slight breath escape his nose like a laugh, but there’s nothing funny about it. “How else will she ever accomplish—”

“She’s fine! I’m fine, Rin’s fine— and it’s not like you ever cared, anyways. As long as we all hold up your precious standards, you don’t really bother to care, right?” The ticking of his internal alarm reaches zero, as he turns around to stare her down with thinly veiled impatience. “Your constant shit-stirring is what started this whole mess.” No wonder you grew into a codependent ball of emotion. What else could you do than let him kiss your mouth in the peace of night when he begged you to stay. What else could you do than let Rin sink all his problems into the warmth of you.

Your parents don't have the slightest idea of who any of them are, not really. It could hit them in the face and still somehow miss them. It’s almost amusing. 

Her face goes red in the cheeks, sharp eyebrows starting to slant into the irritated grimace that he’s more used to. “What ‘whole mess’? What, what? I’m at fault for being concerned? I would expect you to know by now, Sae. Your little sister’s a needy, unstable girl with no further prospects like you two! And Rin-”

“She probably loves Rin more than you and dad combined ever could. She’s been to every match. Not you, her.” His voice is low and final as he meets the sea blue eyes aimed at him head-on. “And Lord knows no husband will ever look at her like Rin does. But of course you’re too enamored with your ‘perfect children’ bullshit to understand what goes on.” He breezes past the accosted breath of his mother clutching her collar, before walking with long steps towards the door, and letting out a sharp chuckle. “Don’t talk to me about my own little sister. I know who she is.”

+

The street is too bright and prim for his liking, as he walks up the porch toward the building— slowly dragging himself after you as you hesitate at the threshold. Even your absent-minded humming doesn’t make his nerves any less frayed, moving his jaw back and forth when you bury your face back into the papers as if you have any clue what you’re doing. Long enough for his foot to start tapping a rapid rhythm, before he finally nudges your chin up to look up his way. “Hey, we don’t have to do this. You don’t- I…” There’s a distance between you two that seems to grow with each passing second. “This is silly,” he ends on saying, unwilling to dampen the barely-there brightness in your eyes for the first time in days.

Your lower lip juts out as his hand brushes just briefly past your cheek to clear your face, and the wind ruffles the stapled stack of paper. “Daddy told me I should move out of your apartment.” There’s a guardedness that flicks over your face for a second, before you pull out of his reach to start gathering your hair up into a high bun and nod, “there’s two more on my list, you can go home if you don’t want to stay, nii nii.”

Rin’s blue eyes narrow, and he grabs your wrist to pull you back before you can walk away from this. “Hey, forget about what dad says. You don’t have to move out.” The mere idea of having you slip through his fingers presses on his chest, rattling his ribs a little with each breath. It gnaws and claws at the back of his brain hard enough to make him a little dizzy and— and he knows you don’t want this. You can’t possibly think that being alone would somehow be better than being with him. “I never asked you to move out.”

“Niichan,” your voice is small when you dare turn more his way, revealing the wobbly lip as you try to pull your arm out of his reach. He can’t be wrong about that.

“I’m not- I’m not asking, okay? Listen, we’re going home-”

You shake, shoulders and head both. “Why are you making this so difficult? I know I’ve already overstayed my welcome, and you’re too nice to tell me ‘no’. That’s what this is.” No. He isn’t wrong. He knows you- and you couldn’t fake the kindness you give him when he fails the most basic family rules. If anyone imposes… it’s him. With every kiss along your shoulders in the bathroom, or when you let him pull you onto his lap to wind down whenever he damn pleases. His selfishness is the thing that overstayed— for long enough that he can’t even imagine his life without you.

His thoughts might not come out as well in words, but even you must know this much. You aren’t this self deprecating. Before he can find it in himself to care that you two are technically out in the open, he grabs your cheeks on both sides, and lowers himself to press his forehead to yours. He loves you. He loves you so much he could die. He hears, more than sees, how you fumble with the papers in your hands as he keeps you so close to him— opening up that shield for once. There is no world in which he allows it to end with you even further away.

“I want you to stay.” The whisper clearly deals more damage than he intends, because your eyes go glossy as soon as he says it. “Don’t make me beg you.” He pulls back from you just enough to take a breath, but his thumbs stay on your soft skin. You suck your bottom lip in between your teeth, before pulling up your nose and leaning the weight of your head into his one palm. It’s soft, and too gentle -makes him scared to snap you in two with a single move- he thinks it wouldn’t be past him. Sae delivered a serious blow, he knows that. If he wasn’t so green with envy, he’d be able to relate.

After a few more seconds, you faithfully reach to press your mouth to his like you’ve been conditioned to do. And hesitate, staring at the path under your feet. “Okay.” You wrap your arms around his waist— and only leave him aching for more.

Always more, barely getting his gluttonous fill started. Still, it makes his skin tingle with heat, buzzing along his lips. Your fingers lace themselves in his, and he’s only very vaguely aware of the old couple passing you two by with a disgruntled sigh. It makes him pull you protectively close. And a soft, almost fearful chuckle falls past his lips. “You aren’t going anywhere without me, okay?”

+

Rin doesn’t mind having a temper when it doesn’t play him parts. It is what made him the man he is today. When you’re not involved, he even likes it. But though he tries his very best to control himself, his jealousy inevitably ends up catching up to him. Patiently built up through the years— it barely makes it a whole week after Sae leaves before it bloats inside him and starts to rupture. Leaving a sour, sour taste deep in the crevices of his skull.

The apartment is all you when he walks in. It strikes him as you face him with big eyes, that warm at his presence. You’re wearing an oversized shirt that just about covers your ass, and are turning the food around in the pan as your face lights up; and any sane brother would act accordingly, but his brain insists. This is the sight he wants to be greeted with for the rest of his life. Having the one person who can harm you closest, or something. He always was an opportunist, but he thought Sae the selfish one.

It’s almost pitiful that you play your role so graciously. The tongs rattle against the cutting board when you perk up to kiss him, and for a second longer than usual, he keeps you. Ever since Sae, his guilt hasn’t been enough to keep the longing down. It’s karmic punishment, probably. Always stuck treading in the redhead’s footprints. He keeps his mouth against yours until you start getting hot in the face, and start fidgeting with his fingers.

Not that Rin cares. He simply wraps himself around your back and links his arms under your breasts, and knows you won’t protest. The colors of Sae’s barrage on your throat have yet to fade, deep purples and blues that tint yellow at the edges— and asks him to resist the urge to make his own. He truly, truly doesn’t mean to be this way. You’d probably have a breakdown, and he has yet to even touch that can of worms. In your presence, he almost forgets. If he wasn’t so often fucking reminded, maybe he’d be able to rid himself of the shackles he knows are clinking at his ankles.

The brief brush of his lips along your jaw makes you shiver, then you look back at him over your shoulder. “That tickles, nii nii. Stop it.”

“I’m just looking.” The cockettish curl that your lips take on when he raises a single brow is devilishly distracting, hips suddenly pressing much too close to yours— so he averts his eyes, but can’t make himself pull away from you. Instead he talks, trying not to nuzzle into your cheek. When you try to slip out, his hands chase, and trail fingertips along your skin just below the shirt. A shirt he recognizes as Sae’s when trying to hide away in your smell, only to be painfully reminded. After a long breath, he brushes a finger along your throat, resting his chin. “What’s all this?”

He’s sure you’re not naïve enough to miss the question. But you only raise your shoulders the slightest bit, and jut out your lip. “Hmm… I- don’t know.” It’s hardly a lie, convincing exactly no one. You don’t miss a beat though, and focus on the food. “How was the meeting?”

Rin can’t help but frown at the blatant dismissal, but tonight, he’s too tired to care. He’s so fucking sick of letting Sae in, even when he’s not even around. So he strokes your thigh harder, in an attempt to feel more of your heat. “Training this year will be in Germany and France.”

“Oh.” You seem to let out a silent sigh of gratitude as he lets you run, before the situation catches up with you. “Oh. For how long?”

“Three months.” The tone of your voice is distinctly soft, and has his eyes on the tiny drop of your mouth corners. It’s a non-issue, though. Even if he could physically stand it -which he’s not so sure he could, supporting his weight against your smaller body- he wouldn’t want to go. You’re coming, whether you like it or not. “What kind of hotel room do you want?” His instinct is to press another kiss to your cheek, trailing his mouth ever so slowly down to your throat and shoulder — and trying his fucking hardest not to let the whisper send his thoughts down the wrong path.

“Nii nii-”

Too late. It’s much too easy to envision you in the plush covers of his bed, moaning out his name like you did… Like he knows you can, dressed in his shirt instead. Your hips are pressed close to his, and you smell so fucking good, you have his eyes fluttering shut as he repositions his hands to your thighs. He only swallows hard, lets out a deep breath against the soft skin where your neck meets your shoulder, and forces himself to pull his mouth away.

There’s a low, rumbling sort of noise in his voice when he speaks next. “What? You’re coming along, right?” As he glances at the side of your face, he’s awfully aware of the jittery way you’re trying to continue dinner, blushy hot ears and cheeks, and lips puffy and glistening from biting them. It’s fucking unfair. His mind instinctively wanders, and heat pools in his cock and balls too quickly before he manages to take a few deep breaths. “I know you don’t wanna stay here all alone.”

“I don’t. If- If you want me to come, I will,” you nod, and also shiver when his hands softly squeeze in response. “You won’t mind sharing a room with me even in a hotel?”

God, he wants to bend you over and grab you by the collar for being so fucking dense. It’s cute though, too innocent to reason with- it stresses him out as much as it heats his entire body. How could he mind, after two years of sleeping in the same bed as you. “We’re used to it, ‘course I don’t.” You move out of his arms to turn off the stove, and smile, but it doesn’t really seem to reach your eyes. As your hands slide along your neck and shoulders, your posture stiffens, swaying softly on your feet— and Rin sucks his tongue. Those fucking blotchy marks come clear into view again, and they nag. They’re a sore sight, a few breaths away from nauseating.

He can’t help but think you wouldn’t ask the same question to the oldest.

To add insult to injury, you nuzzle into the soft edge of the shirt for comfort, in a way so awfully familiar it makes him feel ill. Why, why, why. His heart rate spikes as he stares at the floor instead. “You spent weeks in a hotel with Sae when he went to train.” It comes out a lot more accusatory than he had in mind, though he tries to hide the bitter tone in his voice. “Can’t be that different.”

“It is different.”

“-How is it any different? Because Sae will abuse your silence in a way that I don’t?” It’s so fucked. Rin knows full well that he isn’t innocent in this situation, not even close. But he hates the way you fist your hands into Sae’s shirt, how you cling to it like a lifeline— not even trying to cover the hickeys he seared into your neck the first second Rin wasn’t looking. Hates it so much that arguing rationally goes out the window. He wants you to love him as much as he loves you; because facing himself makes him sick. There’s nothing in the world more painful than knowing what he feels for you. So fully and deeply to his bone marrow, it squeezes his chest so tight the air barely reaches him.

“W- I just-” your eyes desperately dart around the kitchen for anything to say, “I love niichan, and he- he loves-”

“No, I love you, imouto! I’m the one who cares! He came here to use you and leave, and you’re asking me to pretend like I’m fucking stupid, or blind! I’m not here for you to feel better about being Sae nii’s play thing,” he snaps, having your eyes wide at the outburst, wringing his hands together in shame. Shame at needing to beg to want him, to care. Shame at longing for his own fucking blood in ways he shouldn’t. Shame at how fucking lesser than he feels. It builds and builds until his face feels hot, and Sae’s stupid fucking smug grin flashes in front of his eyes. He wants to tear his own hair out at it, but it wouldn’t even solve anything.

He can’t escape it, as long as he doesn’t have you as a guarantee. You, little, sweet you— stand there so disarmed, seeming so much younger than you are— tear-filled eyes and crossed arms. It’s the same look you’d get when Sae would goad you into stupid fights that you’d inevitably lose, or any time Rin would pretend to hate you as a kid. You almost seem to topple over with the force of the words, and Rin falls quiet. Your pitiful look is all that’s left in Pandora's box. “Don’t… don’t cry.”

Your bottom lip wobbles until your shoulders pathetically start to drop, like a kitten picked up by her neck, and you scrunch your face in a way he’s never had to see before— it shatters any composure he has left. “I can’t not…” your voice sinks to a whisper, a sad little whimper. “I don’t know- wh-how. I’m sorry, I don’t get you two. I don’t get it— I just can’t- have you leave me too. Don’t leave, nii nii.”

Silvery tracks run all over your cheeks, your chin, down your neck before you finally dare look at him again, and beg. “Please, I’ll do anything you want, I just- Can’t handle it if you leave- hck- Please, Rin. Anything you want, I just- don’t make me go without you too.”

Your hand hovers halfway between grabbing for him and falling short, as you cry- for him. For him to stay, and ask him to, for maybe the first time, give his feelings a chance. Selfishly, so fucking selfishly, it blossoms inside him with a prideful glow. It dismantles him and rebuilds him from the ground up all at once, has his heart beating out of control against the same rib cage that shouldered his guilt, before he manages to peel his tongue from the bottom of his mouth.

“I’m not going anywhere…” his voice manages, almost cracking along with the tremble in his hands as he places them on your sides, sliding to your waist.

The physical, emotional turmoil instantly ebbing away when you crash yourself into his chest, is almost sickening. It doesn’t matter though, not to him, not when he lifts you up into his embrace and your legs wrap around his waist, letting him rest his face against your throat and allowing you to burrow yourself into his arms. “I’m sorry. Your big brothers love you, I promise. I love you. I’m never leaving.” The way you cling to him gets tighter, as if forcefully anchoring you to his chest— and he takes it as space enough to nudge his face up into your view and brush noses in the process. He should feel more guilty. He knows Sae, and he knows you- and despite what the other man might think, Rin has no illusions of being a saint.

Rin knows that Sae told you whatever string of lies that stuck best, asked you to lay down under him and come undone, and you did so without a second thought. And though he hates that thought, it isn’t born out of the goodness of his heart. He wants you to be his, and only his. The brush of his face along yours makes you shiver, and softly shake your head- but he can’t help it. He can’t do you one better than Sae did. His lips hover yours, lashes fluttering under low lids as the salty taste of your tears gets between you. His hand raises to your neck, letting you arms and legs support yourself against him as he pulls you in, and whispers. “Kiss me back.”

+

The small, rounded window reflects back his own face against the dark sky, tipping the dark liquid around the glass in disinterest. First class feels awfully plain now, he almost laughs, sliding the glass along the bar. A pretty, blonde flight attendant passes by, swinging her hips as she tops up the other man’s glass with a smile and deposits another bottle by their sides. Sae doesn’t bother to look up as he fiddles with the fine chain in his pocket.

“Come on, prodigy boy… we’ve got two more hours to kill.” Michael’s small smirk grows when he tosses another few ice cubes into his glass, and tops himself up even further. “Don’t tell me you’re already tuckered out.” The chain slips between his fingers a little as he pulls it out— and lets out a long, pinched breath. Long lashes brush his cheeks as his eyes narrow, and the gold-plated necklace lands in his palm. He pops the small square open.

Even printed so small, your taste is mirrored back onto his tongue, and sets the hairs on his neck on end.

Michael barely gives him a momentary glance, before taking a sip, crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t know you were religious.”

“I’m not.” His thumb brushes ever so briefly over the face in the picture, before he snaps it closed again. And the white blond raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t ask, for once. Maybe he knows the answer won’t satisfy any of his curiosity. Doesn’t matter to Sae. The whites and oranges of the airplane make light spots in the layer of fog outside— and he raises the glass to his lips after all. He wants to groan and yell until he drowns out the noise. Maybe punch something too.

His life has been a string of unfortunate sacrifices… so why. Why is this one any different? The slightly sweet tone under the bourbon hits the back of his throat, and he rests his forehead on the cool bar in hopes of getting a clearer head. Instead of clearing anything, his thoughts start crawling to the forefront again. He thinks of the flow of your hair between his fingers, and the way you say his name. He doesn’t miss home. Doesn’t miss Japan. He just misses the warmth in his chest when he’s able to return to you. God, he hates his pitiful, sentimental crap.

He wonders if Rin’s finally made a move.

+

Your mouth is completely occupied as Rin crawls over you and slides a leg aside to fit his hips against yours— your hands sliding into his hair when you roll back your head with a soft squeak to catch your breath. “Rin, Rin- I don’t think we should- do this.”

Your clothes are discarded by his feet and your pliable body laid out before him as your legs brush his. He shivers as your breath brushes over his cheek, and makes him want to clench his eyes shut to escape it- but he can’t. Never could before, and it’s no different now. He’s entranced by the rise and fall of your chest even under your hands that keep the slightest sliver of modesty. Not like he hasn’t seen all of you before, right?

He allows for a few breaths before he needs to be back to your mouth, opening your lips with his and connecting tongues— and almost knocks teeth with yours in his excitement to get closer. Your tongue on his tastes so good, melting every warm, desperate feeling and slipping it down his throat. Now your palms go to grasp his waist instead, brushing over the exposed skin to squeeze. “Rin.” He’s barely clear headed enough to pull back to cast a glance at you, and he grunts out your name. His face moves to your tits instead, grabbing and licking at every inch of skin that he can, and you whimper. “St-Listen to me. I think- we can’t.”

He can’t listen. His mouth slots over your nipple to bite at it, and you go to grab a handful of his hair with desperate, flexing and unflexing hands. Your chest raises into his touch and the licking and sucking, and it sets everything in his head up in flames. You’re no longer the little sister he wanted to protect. Not when you’re withering in his lap and grinding yourself against him like a slut, begging with fluttering lashes for his cock to drive home. Fuck. “Rin nii~” you whine, your lips are puffy and glistening. “Hmph, listen~” Fuck fuck fuck, he wants to have you crying out his name until it’s carved into his brain.

“What?” he finally manages to breathe back, skipping his hand along your naked thigh. His heart is about to beat out of his chest with you under him, rocking the couch when he raises himself above you. But can you blame him? He’s never been so fucking hard in his life, unable to think of anything but the softness of your body under him, and the taste of you. He slides up to tilt you back more and lets his eyes fall to your naked body again. Maybe he should be used to it by now. Used to you. But everything about you makes his body feel like a balloon that’s about to pop— and he sucks his tongue, fighting the urge to drool over all of you. “What?” he repeats again, eyebrows raising.

Rin realizes a split second before you speak that he doesn’t want to know, sees it in the pitiful look of your half-lidded eyes. But you’re too honest for your own good. “I never told you- that niichan touched me. I’m sorry. I said that we couldn’t- but- but niichan didn’t listen to me. And now he doesn’t like me anymore.” Too fucking honest for your own good. His stupid, pretty little sister splayed out in his fucking lap. How naïve are you? Instead of any solid thoughts crossing his mind, his mouth simply falls open a sliver, and he stares. If he didn’t already believe you… he would probably laugh. “I know I did a bad thing. I’m sorry.” Your lip wobbles, and you pull his hand to your chest to cling onto him. His temperature reaches a boiling point, flushing his brain with red.

“It is bad.” He nudges your face up to his with a soft sigh, and then presses several kisses along your lips. “If you’re gonna do this with anyone, shouldn’t it be me?” He could say that he will regret the way you look up at him with a thousand stars in your eyes. But that would be a lie. He’s out of guilt. His spine tingles with longing, face hot, his cock and balls thumping. It’s impossible to think of anything else. He kisses you again, letting your moans and whimpers drown out anything else, and moves to sit onto the couch. Then he pulls back only to pat his lap, and raises a brow at you as you search his face with your eyes. “Sit here, on your big brother’s lap. Hurry.”

You only hesitate for a few seconds, before he asks a little more sternly, and has you moving. “Do you have any clue how badly I’ve wanted you? Every time I look at you, you look so fucking good. So soft and sexy.”

“Don’t say that stuff,” you squeak, but you don’t fight him.

“I always want you,” Rin simply continues, as you lay your legs on his strong thighs with a pout, “you get my cock so fucking hard, see?” You do see, licking your lips as you take a deep breath and your hips roll against him instinctively. Your hands thread together behind his head, and Rin’s gotta focus so fucking hard not to start fucking the plush of your thighs. “Open your mouth.” He grunts when sliding his long fingers over your tongue, collecting enough spit to coat his fingers.

While his cock bops impatiently against your stomach, he’s transfixed on the embarrassed look in your eyes, and your whimpers as he pulls back. Truly, he’d like to spend hours exploring. And another couple hours giving you back the pure torture you put him through for the last two years. But he can’t, not when his cock is brushing its flushed head all along the belly and smearing pre-cum all over you. “Normally I’d ask you to put your mouth on it,” he grunts, free hand sliding along your cheek and taking a handful of hair, “but you’d have to keep a mouth full of cum.”

“Niichan, don’t-” you whine again, humming when the tug on your hair lingers between painful and pleasurable, “don’t say that~”

He can’t help but grin, licking a long stripe up your chest to your neck, and placing sloppy kisses on the skin. “You don’t like knowing that your big brothers want to fuck you? That you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger?” You mewl when he leaves a bite on your soft skin, before moving his hands to your ass and sliding one down between your legs. Your pussy’s already dripping despite your protest, has him slipping two fingertips inside and curling his hand up into you. He can’t fucking resist. It eats him up from the inside, mouth corners again twitching up. “I think you do like it. I think your pussy’s all-” His fingers fuck up into the soft walls of you, “-fucking-” again and again, leaving you panting, “-mine.” He probably shouldn’t find so much glee in it.

“Mhph,” your fingers dig into his shoulders, and your bottom lip is squeezed between your teeth, before you lean down to kiss him. Soft, almost sweet kisses, if not for the way your body grinds back into his palm and you whine softly like an animal in heat. It’s so fucking cute. It has his cock pulsing as he takes a breath, and looks at the sloppy way you leave his hand.

“Move up,” he quickly mumbles, kissing you back once before your thighs rise and he wipes his fingers on your slicked up mound, then slotting them into his mouth. He can’t even resist moaning out a rumbly, gravelly call of your name before he grabs two hands of your ass and helps you up. “Fuck, you’re so-” everything. If anyone had ever told him he’d be this weak over another person, he would’ve laughed. “Gonna fill you up, finally, f-finally gonna feel your little cunt squeeze around me.” His forehead rests on your chest for a second, placing a few lazy kisses on your tits, before he looks up. And though you look awfully flushed, embarrassed and heated- with teary eyes and puffy, bitten lips- you still run a hand through his hair and along his neck.

Then he lines up and moves you down onto him, and the first touch is all he needs to start feeling cotton fill up his brain. Your pussy takes him so well, sliding inch by excruciating inch onto his cock, and whimpering every second of it— you look spent well before he slides you down the last bit and your walls clench around him hard enough to knock the air out of him. He never thought you that small, but the way you struggle to take him, shaking on your legs and letting out every mewled thought, is so fucking hot. He loves you. Rin’s a sister fucker, and he’s never felt so fucking good in his life.

“Oh, fuck. You’re so tight- t-tiny little pussy… Holy-fuck, ugh—” You’re so warm, and soft, and he can’t help himself. He’s pushing you over onto your back before he can think of it, and places both hands besides you. Wide shoulders cover your view until you’re forced to hang on as he pulls back and fucks back in hard.

The slaps that fill the house as he pumps his thick, heavy cock into you are a melodic dream, making you whine and moan and dig your fingers and nails into his back. “Rin niichan, ah, ah, ahhh- I love you- I love you— ah, l-love you~” He fucks into you without abandon, letting his cock fuck right into the soft, spongey part of your walls and filling you right up. The rhythm he sets is hard and deep, and shakes the couch around enough to hear it groan. But he’s lost in the way your body curls, and you lift your chest to his, head thrown back— and almost choke on your teary whimpers. “F-feels- so gud- ah, I- I’m sorry. Mom, dad, I’m sorry. I love my— big brother!”

It’s like a beast that his balls clap against your ass and his one hand finds purchase between you two to toy with your nipples as he pants. His balls ache, with every wet gush of slick that collects between your two bodies it drives him further into you, fucking the head of his cock deeper and more precicely into you. He can see his cock slide in and out through your belly. It’s vile- in a way that makes everything feel blank, pleasurable and tingling down his spine. “Can you rub your clit for me,” he breathes, and kisses you, sucking on your tongue when you oblige with shaky hands. “Uhuh, such a good little sister. The best- b-best fucking hole, ugh-fuck.”

“Nii nii, I’m close.”

He’s burning through you, losing himself in the pleasure of filling you up all the way as your fingers flit over your puffy clit like he knows you like. He could do it for you if he wasn’t so desperately trying to keep himself from blowing his load, feeling the muscles in his legs, back and shoulders flex as he chases that peak. “Gonna cum? You gonna cum?” Your rapid nodding, paired with the grinding of your hips and your back curling off the couch is enough to have him kissing your pouty lips again, and keeping that same exact punishing rhythm even as your pussy squeezes him tight enough to keep him in you— grunting. You’d be able to kill him here and he’d go happy. “Oh, fuck— so good, so fucking good-”

He can feel you fall over the edge before he sees it, and despite the best of efforts, cums together with you as you cling so hard to his shoulders you’ll leave marks. You cum on his cock as hot ropes of white fill up your clenching pussy, dripping a mess out of your shared orgasms as he shudders on top of you and only stills completely when your moaning goes into a pitched little whine, and then a deep breath of his name. “Rin nii~” you pout, rubbing your palms along his sides a few times. It looks like you want to say something, but can’t find the words, and it warms him from the inside out. But he pulls back a little, cock still awfully hard inside you, and his hand cups your cheek.

“Can you go again? I wanna go again.” Then his lips land on yours, pressing loving kisses all over your face, cheeks, your nose, and you let out a little giggle. “And again, and again, and again.” For the first time in a while, Rin finds himself completely, utterly happy. And not a single thought is out of place.

+

Sae’s staring up at the ceiling of his fancy apartment as he starfishes the bed, and the slow rings have him rolling onto his side. The phone beeps, before going into voicemail again. And he frowns. Your name blinks back at him as he pulls back, and the soft tone of your message rings through the device.

“Hey, I- you don’t normally miss calls… Must be pretty busy over there, huh? This is the third voicemail I’m leaving within two days.” He rights himself to stare out the window of his pristine Barcelona apartment, and runs a hand through his bangs with a click of his tongue. “I uh- I shouldn’t have left without a word. I was- well, I don’t know. I miss- you, I guess.” His air gets a little stuck in his throat, and needs a cough to get going. “Anyways, call me back when you hear this. Niichan’s gonna be playing in the World cup. Tell Rin to get his ass into the lineup already.”

And then, after a long breath, “tell him he kinda owes me.”

FIN

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#blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock rin #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock sae #itoshi sae x reader #bllk smut #tw.incest #tw.jealousy #🥧rin.chan #💫ch.rin #🥧sae.chan #💫ch.sae #🍯honey.pot

[woahjo]

Thinking about pro hero bakugo having a full busy day of saving lives just for him to go back home an take you out to dinner and fuck you senseless after. As if it’s a casual 9-5 job. The best part is that you’re the only one who sees him like this. The only one who gets to taste his cock after he’s taken you out for dinner, and treated you like royalty. Just you. It fills you with so much pride knowing girls are out there going crazy for their chance to do exactly this with the pro, but he’s too busy with your tongue around his dick 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

nonnie... the way i think about this so frequently... like just the concept of dating pro-hero dynamight... he is so popular. he's SO popular. the pro-hero equivalent of a heartthrob (a title he shares with deku).

you'd like to BELIEVE that you're down to earth about dating someone so famous, but sometimes, seeing the way people treat him gets under your skin. journalists flirt with him in their tv interviews, batting their eyelashes and touching his biceps, laughing too hard at his relatively unfunny jokes. of course, he always finds a way to bring you up. my partner, this— my partner, that.

but of course, you're a civilian, and when his fans find out, they get a little irate. he could do better. why isn't he dating a pro-hero like so and so?? well, im better looking than them! it feels good when he takes you out to a nice dinner and parades you around a little. when he tells you to wear something nice and walks you into the upscale restaurant on his arm. hell, even grabbing food from the food truck by your shared place feels good. it's like getting to mark your territory a little bit.

and then there's the end of the night, when you're swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, or when he finally starts bullying the tip between your legs. yeah, maybe the waitress flirted with him all evening. maybe she made goo goo eyes while the other servers giggled at her boldness to do it in front of you, but you've got him occupied. and there's something sort of sweet about having what so many others want, even if it started so far removed from those sorts of ideas.

i think about it often and frequently.

#cal care package #this is important to me #bc in my self ship #i am a civilian and he's the head of his agency #and it's important to me. it is #i love him #ANYWAY #tw.jealousy #gosh i have to get used to my new trigger tag format

[oh-katsuki]

tw: obsession, yandere!izuku, jealousy, possessiveness

insane izuku does something to my blood. the way he’s so obsessed with you, the way he has the urge to literally become part of you if he could.

just imagine the look in his eyes, obsessive and adoring and fucking scary. the way his greedy scarred hands would feel across your body, how he’d touch and lick every part of you he could.

izuku’s inlaid jealousy. his insecurities all put towards you, doting and devoted and unbelievably possessive. it’s almost frightening. almost.

#[ 💋📞– thirsts ] #tw.jealousy #tw.obsession #tw.yandere #GOD JEEZ #yandere!izuku #you’d probably be able to see the little hearts in his eyes #he’s so fucking adoring #so patient but greedy and persistent #he’ll give you everything you want and more if it means you’ll look only at him #fuck the way he wants to take over your brain like you have his #izuku just leaning into those toxic urges and the way he wants to do it with YOU specifically #FUCK. #obsession at first sight frl

[bokutoslittlebird]

Kaeya Alberich + Choking

— featuring Rosaria

Summary: Jealousy is common in your boyfriend whenever you’re around rowdy and handsy men, so it’s no surprise when a flirtatious one brings it out. You tell him you’re there to stay, but maybe words aren’t enough.

Warnings: female genitalia, asphyxiation, possessiveness, slightly toxic relationship, bruising, desk sex, jealousy, mentions of locking up, alcohol, bit of dubcon [due to alcohol], small fight, insecure Kaeya

The tavern was always rowdy, a place where many went to drink away the stress the day had brought. For many like Kaeya, it was also the place to drink good wine with close friends. Venti was attempting to convince some drunkards into paying for his next bottle of wine, while others like Rosaria chatted with friends. For you, though, it was a normal night that was you filling in for Charles, working alone behind the counter. You could handle it of course, it was just a whole different world behind the counter.

“Hey, cute bartender, mind giving me another pint for free?” A familiar smooth voice calls. Looking up from the glass you’re cleaning, you see Kaeya smirking at you. You’d say he was winking, but since he has an eyepatch you can’t say for sure. However, it’d suit his charming persona he puts on when asking for free drinks.

“No,” you bluntly retort, getting a snicker from Rosaria as Kaeya’s face falls. “I think Master Diluc would fire me for that. In fact, he’d probably prefer you pay double,”

“Now you’re just poking fun at me,” he pouts, but slides over some mora that’s enough for a pint. “If I have to pay double at Angel’s Share, I’ll find a good tavern to spend my money,”

“And miss out on flirting with the bartender, who is currently dating you?” Rosaria asks, a disgusted look on her face. “One could only hope you’ll save us from the display of public affection,”

“It’s not that bad—”

“Yeah it is,” you cut him off, grinning when he holds up a finger to his lips. Rosaria rolls her eyes, putting some mora of her own on the counter as she slides her mug towards you. Taking it, you pour her a fresh pint of wine as you go back into the rhythm of pouring, cleaning, and watching.

With drunkards abound, you had to keep an eye out for any rowdy ones. That’s also the reason Kaeya was here, to protect you from violent drunks when you gotta kick them out. Charles has no problem with them, neither does Diluc, but you’re less knowledgeable in how to deal with them. After all, if Kaeya wasn’t here, Diluc would have to be skirting his nightly duties.

When one of the guys throws his friend on the ground, Kaeya gets to the fray before you can say anything. Pulling him out the door with little to no effort, you go to clean up the broken glass on the floor, as well as check to see if the guy’s friend is alright. Despite being drunk, he’s got enough balance to be fine, getting up with hardly any problem. Too bad he isn’t sober enough to keep his flirtatious attitude away. “I must’ve been saved by an angel. A blessing from Barbatos himself,” he practically swoons. Grabbing your arm, he continues. “Drink with me, angel!”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not interested,” you try to squirm away as he seems too drunk to hear you, but in the end you’re also pulled away by Kaeya. His body between yours and the guy’s is all it takes to get him and his buddies a bit more sober, understanding the violent glare sent their way.

“I think it’s time to close, don’t you think so, bartender?” He asks, though it isn’t really directed at you. Everyone else gets the hint, Rosaria leaving in the chaos as Venti chaperones a few friendly drunks away. Nimrod and his buddies seem to scurry away, scared of Kaeya but not quite ready to stop drinking. Once Kaeya has successfully scared off and pushed away all the customers, shutting the tavern door, you can’t help but confront him.

“What was that? I do have a job, you know,” a huff as you clean up dishes. Your job isn’t over and Kaeya doesn’t seem to hear you, leaning against the door as you go about picking up glasses and mugs. “If Diluc finds out-”

“It’s always other men with you, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry?”

He rolls his eyes at that, kicking off the door. “I find you curled up with another guy, I find you always chatting up with Diluc, it’s always someone else,”

“Oh my- Kaeya, I’m not leaving you for someone else, especially not a drunk customer. Secondly, Diluc is my boss, of course I talk to him. I get you tend to worry a bit too much, but it’s fine. I’m not going anywhere,” you have to hold back from rolling your eyes as you talk, tired of his antics. This wasn’t the first time Kaeya’s been jealous, so you often find yourself using the same spiel.

Not many people knew, but Kaeya was an insecure man who covered up his insecurities with snarky remarks and a smooth smile that would derive any suspicions. The only ones who really knew he could be insecure were you and Diluc, the two people who knew him from when he was younger. Diluc was always a sore topic for Kaeya, since you had originally been promised to Diluc when you both were children. That never happened, of course, so it was you and Kaeya for quite some time. With Diluc being back and seeming to have good chemistry with you, Kaeya got jealous more often than not, worried you’d leave him.

Before you can say something else to him, he’s stalking off towards you and tugging you up the stairs. “Hey, where are you going?”

“The spare room,” is all he says, so you know what he’s talking about. It’s an extra room where Diluc will sometimes rest if he’s too tired to go back, so it’s actually free most of the time. You used to take naps in it until you ended oversleeping one too many times.

Getting to the room, he shuts and locks the door before turning to you. Jealousy is never a good look on people, but Kaeya is one of the few who have it work in their favor, hands slipping into your pants while his mouth mingles with yours, pressing you further back into the room until you’re hitting something hard. Breaking from the kiss to look behind you, he takes the opportunity to drop to his knees, taking your pants and underwear down with him. Fingers slide over the wood behind you, noticing you’re back up against the desk next to the bed instead. “Shouldn’t we move to the bed?”

“Why should we?” Is his only response, pressing kisses to your bare leg as he rises to his full height again. Pushing you against the desk even move, caging you in, he locks his one eye with yours. “You don’t seem to mind the desk in my office, why should this one be any different?”

“W-Well, this is Diluc’s de—” you try to say, but you’re cut off when Kaeya presses his lips to yours once more, hands picking you up from under your thighs and placing you on the wood. “What about splinters?” You manage to get out, pushing him away long enough to.

“You’re not going to get splinters. If you do, you can slap me,” he doesn’t press his lips back to yours when he’s done, rather kissing your neck as his hands get to work on your shirt. It’s a simple unbutton, which is enough to satisfy him as he hums in satisfaction, running his lips over your exposed chest. A soft sigh from you as he does, hands running through his hair as his own hands work to undo his pants. They’re tight, having to be tugged down, but he doesn’t seem to mind as long as his cock is free.

Spreading your legs, removing his lips from your body, he smirks as he looks over you. Disheveled, with your hair a mess and lips puffy from his rough kissing, legs spread to show how dripping wet you are, a sheen coating your folds. Just how he likes you, knowing he’s the only one who gets to see you this way. Giving a few pumps to his cock, he ends up rubbing it against your folds, coating it in your slick. He can easily slide into you, his arm keeping you from leaning too far back as he does. “So good for me, aren’t you?” He whispers, letting his tongue run over your earlobe. “A perfect fit, all for me,”

“I’m all for you,” you agree with him, running your fingers through his hair and around the back of his neck. “Only for you,”

“Fuck-!” He grunts, immediately starting to drill himself into you with your sensual proclamation. You’re clinging to him with everything you can, legs tightening around his waist as you try to keep him close to you. Steadying himself on the desk, he digs his teeth in your collarbone as he sucks on the skin afterwards. The desk rocks with each thrust of his, creaking and hitting the wall. You’re glad nobody’s in the tavern or else they’d have a very good idea of what was happening. “Sometimes I wish I could lock you up,” he groans, your mewling muffled as you bite down on your hand. Listening to him, he continues. “Or buy you a necklace with my initials, so everyone knows you’re mine. Everyone knows you’re taken and that I know you’re mine,”

“Then do it,” you moan out, breathless after it. Instead of saying anything, you slide your hand under one of his, bringing it to your neck as you look him in the eye. “Mark me as yours,”

Something snaps in him when you mumble those words, fiery passion in your eyes as you do. He squeezes down on your throat as you request, a strangled mewl from you as you clench around him, legs twitching. It’s such a pleasant response, he continuously lets go and squeezes down on your neck again, getting the feeling of you pulsing around him and squeezing each time he does. Another curse drops from his lips as you scream, the sound cut off by his hand. He doesn’t let go, however.

Taking his other hand, he uses his thumb to rub your clit as your eyes roll back, nails scraping any skin it can reach, one hand coming to his arm. His eye widens as he thinks it’s too much, so he releases pressure, but you manage to look at him as your hand squeezes his wrist. Going back to keeping your throat locked in his grip, he keeps fucking into you as you squirm and twitch, scratching and clawing at him while drool spills from your lips. A few well placed rubs has you letting out a strangled scream, almost silent, as you gush around him. He keeps your throat in his grip as he chases his own orgasm.

Despite your thrashing, both hands on his arm, he keeps his hand around your throat as he momentarily squeezes more. It’s not too long until he’s bringing his lips to yours, filling you up as your body starts to go limp, cunt still clenching around him. Taking his lips off of yours, continuing to rub your clit, you have to gulp in air as your chest heaves. A dark mark is around your throat, much too high for any shirt you own to completely cover the bruise.

Pulling out of you, letting his cum ooze out of you, he gives you one more kiss as you catch your breath. “This a much better necklace,” adding to his point, his fingers run over the skin, hearing your breath hitch as he does. It may not be as permanent, but it’s a favorite of his, now.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #tw.dubcon #tw.choking #tw.asphyxiation #tw.alcohol #tw.toxic #tw.possessiveness #tw.jealousy #genshin smut #kaeya smut #Mr. Kaeya #Kaeya.Spice #Birdie.Kinktober #Kinktober 2021

[kunigamiis]

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒

Rin has too much to thank his older brother for. His love of football, his stubbornness, his drive; and the one thing he ever really wanted more than anything— you.

contains itoshi rin & itoshi sae

This is dark content. This story will contain incest, jealousy, angst, and more in the future chapters

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“Rin. Rin.” The room is still dark except for the blaring light you’re holding up to your face, making him grunt, roll over, and close his eyes again. You don’t say anything for a while which only makes him sigh, because he’s been around you long enough to know that it isn’t an admission of defeat on your part. “Rin,” you whisper again, and this time he cracks one eye open long enough to glare at you and the way your pretty face is lit in harsh angles by your phone screen. “Sae nii is back.”

“Great,” he grumbles, taking his pillow from below his cheek to instead plop it over his head, wrapping it over his skull. The room is hot, clammy, which makes the covers sticking to his skin even more uncomfortable. You call again, muffled now, but before you can repeat yourself fully, he blows a sharp breath through his nose and lifts one end of the pillow to glare at you again, more narrowed. If it wasn’t so dark, you’d probably comment on him getting permanent wrinkles like that, would probably press your thumb between his brows to smooth out the harsh line there with an understanding smile. “It’s the middle of the night, what the hell do you want?” he still snaps, unable to keep the venom out of his voice.

“Niichan’s back home,” you mumble. He can’t tell if it’s excitement or pity left on your face when the light of your phone goes out, only able to make out the slow movement of your lashes, and the way you grip the blankets a bit closer to your body. Your one shoulder has slipped out from the thin fabric you always wear to bed, seeming to wink at him from the distance between you both. You bring a hand up to run it along your neck and shoulder, smoothing out some ache you’ve complained about for a few days now, before he closes his eyes again in a last attempt to fall asleep. ‘Why should I care,’ he bites back under his breath, and you ignore it in favor of prodding his side with nimble fingers. “The drive is long. Come with me, Rin nii?”

“He’s got enough money, tell him to take a taxi.” You lob the other pillow against his head without hesitation this time, making him let out a soft ‘uph’, before suddenly sitting up on the mattress and towering you from his seated position. “What’s your problem?” It’s an empty question, he already knows the answer. You look pretty like this, gentle and open as you watch him get his bearings. There’s a bit of hair sticking to your bottom lip when he is able to make out your face in the dark, long lashes splayed around sleepy, perfect eyes, and his hand twitches in his lap with the urge to brush it away from your face entirely. Weak idiot.

“Please come with me?” Even before you reach for his arm to cuddle it to your chest, even before you jut out your bottom lip, he’s already shifting his weight for you. Weak fucking idiot. He takes a breath, gives you a push against your forehead and moves over you to reach for the shirt at the end of the bed.

“Go get the stinkin’ car keys and put on some clothes.” You’re up with a small chuckle, sliding off the edge to smile back at him, before moving back to the hall. Rin’s eyes follow you as you leave, tracking along the curve of your spine, exposed thighs, printing the way you dart out of the room into his brain before falling back in bed. He takes a deep breath, feels his heart beating against his ribcage like a ticking time bomb. His large hands glide over his cheeks a few times, rubbing his eyes, before he bites his bottom lip. “Fuck. Moron.”

+

You take his car, talking much too excitedly about being up at 4am, something he can’t help but snap at you for when you laugh at his annoyance. But with the roads so quiet, like the entire world has stopped and made room for the two of you— just you and him, it’s easier to place that feeling sewn between his lungs and his heart, pressing on his stomach a little any time you look his way, or smile, or rest your head against his shoulder. And even though he’s become a master at ignoring the mulling thoughts tucked far back in his head, there’s a part of him that hopes the drive doesn’t end too soon.

He drops his hand to the gearbox and shifts, trying to keep his eyes strictly on the road ahead as you drag your hand through the air out the window, creating a draft that blows his hair every which way. He grunts. It’s impossible to ignore your humming, or the way the orange street lights flick over you like blaring warning signs. “Close it,” he mumbles, and of course you don’t. Your smaller hand just keeps going. It bobs up and down like a dolphin a million times, only stopping when your fingers get too cold and you stuff them between your thighs with a laugh. He can’t help but bite his lip again, before closing the window from the obnoxious rattling of the wind.

The music you put on earlier is long forgotten, as you drive through a tunnel and soft static fills the car. He clears his throat, before glancing at you again through the corner of his eye. There’s such an innocent type of relief on your face, face relaxed and open and vulnerable. He can’t stand it. He knows the world better than you do, knows Sae better than you do too, and there’s nothing both want more than to snuff out that last bit of goodness to make it their own. Rin just focuses on the end of the tunnel, tapping his finger against the wheel impatiently. “Sae might not be as excited to see you as you hope he’ll be, y’know.”

The car leaves the tunnel, exposing the night sky and all it’s stars again, and you pout. “Niichan never seems truly excited though.” You raise your shoulders to your ears, before stretching your arms out before you, shifting up the shirt you tossed on over your shorts. Boxers, his. He holds the immediate response of telling you off for it to watch how it falls around your thighs, just visible from under the zip-up sweatshirt. “I’m just happy we’re all together again, s’all, Rin nii,” you mumble, before reaching over the console again to rest your head against his shoulder for the little bit of intimacy you can get like this, “you don’t have to be.”

Instead of driving the last part like you promised you’d do, you fall asleep on him, snuggling closer into his neck and making driving unintentionally difficult, but he doesn’t wake up. Doesn’t say a damn thing when glancing to the side as your song plays in the background, as you mouth the words sloppily into his skin. He can only obey your wish as he parks and stares up at the front of Tokyo International Airport, gently nudging you back into the land of the conscious. He pretends pretty well that his skin doesn’t feel like popping like a balloon when you lean in and kiss him full on the mouth in thanks, wrapping your arms around his neck for a few seconds.

Not long enough too soothe him when you pull out your phone right after, but plenty long to make his lips tingle, the warmth of your embrace and the smell of you to linger on his collar. Rin barely looks up from his hands when you pick up and he can hear his brother’s voice on the other end, going along in your rambling of something about the gate, his car— he doesn’t really care to listen. You look happy, truly, fully happy, when you toss open the car door and run to meet the dark clad figure walking up halfway in a tackling hug. He frowns, clicks the car keys out, and watches how you gush something at the oldest, let him lean in and press a kiss to your forehead, to your cheek, and finally your mouth.

The mouth you so eagerly, innocently pressed against him just seconds earlier. Of course, it’s not like that— it’s never been like that to you; your morality a pretty strict black and white between what is familial affection, and what is more. Rin knows that as well as Sae does, and that’s exactly why he knows that Sae is anything but fair when he squeezes you to his chest and whispers into your ear. He looks over when you point at the car, seeming to meet his eyes with pinpoint accuracy even in the dark. You drag him over to the car behind you, and motion Rin to get out. He doesn’t, trying to ignore the way your mouth corners fall.

Just a few seconds longer he wishes to pretend that it’s just you and Rin in this car, just you and Rin in this life. Just a bit longer to imagine that he doesn’t have to fight his older brother on every single thing he cares about. Sae opens the door for him, leaning his head inside with a small smile. “Hey, little brother, d’ya miss me?”

“Not one bit,” Rin breathes back, smiling along when Sae laughs at that. He can read it in his eyes though, that testy attitude hasn’t changed one bit. The oldest Itoshi will always be the fan to his flames, no matter how much older he gets. A fact of life you’re blind to, sadly.

“I’m sure you didn’t. If I also had our little sister to keep me company, I’d be the luckiest guy in the world. You should come along some time,” he gives your pretty smile a quick glance, before opening the car door wider, letting in more cold air, “the team would adore her.” He squeezes your hand in his before he brings it up to his mouth, holding his brother’s eyes, before he finishes. “Maybe even marry one of them.”

“I’m probably not getting married to anyone from your team,” you giggle from the side, clinging to the oldest brother’s side like it pains you to let go of him just yet. “Besides, I have to stay here to support Rin, y’know?” You lick your lips before you glance back at Rin, completely missing the knowing, smug grin that Sae slips on, nodding along with your words.

“Hmm, guess you’re right, little sister. Rin’s lucky to have you too.” There’s a tightness that keeps pushing down on Rin’s heart more the longer he watches the interaction, keeping his expression as neutral as he can before running a hand under his eye, scratching it once in an attempt to distract himself. This is his type of game, Rin can only think, his brother has gotten the provocation down to a science. But he doesn’t say anything else, and Sae taps his long, slender fingers on the window a few times, before nodding at him. “Well, hop out, you drove here.”

“It’s fine-” Rin starts, only to get the weight of his brother’s hand on his shoulder.

“You get into the back seat with her and let me drive, okay? I appreciate it.” There’s a barely visible motion of Sae’s head to indicate Rin to move, which he does with a deep sigh.

You peel yourself from the oldest’ side to make way and happily get into the back seat though, basically dragging Rin along after you. “Us two in the back seat, niinii? It’s almost like when we were kids, I missed this.” He doesn’t move when you practically drape yourself over him, both much too used to getting all the physical affection in the world from him before, and too deprived of it to keep to yourself now. You’re already falling asleep again when Rin carefully lays his arm around your back and pulls you a little closer, barely enough energy to watch Sae load in his luggage or pull out of the parking spot. You mumble a soft “missed you s’much, Sae nii,” before soft snores fill the car, and Sae turns off the radio entirely.

But when Rin meets his brother’s eyes through the rearview mirror, he only blinks once, then pulls his lips into a tight line. “You could stand to thank me more for leaving, Rin. After all, that’s the only reason you still have a shot, right?” And the tight ring around his heart pulls even tighter when he pulls you a bit closer yet again, dropping his mouth to your crown. Your limp hand sprawled out across his lap is easy to link his fingers between, and it’s almost easy to pretend like you liked him this much all along.

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[sugawara-sweetheart]

𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔶 | 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔦 (𝔪)

❥akiteru x innocent fem!reader x kei tsukishima

❥summary: after finding out you have a secret boyfriend, your brothers are intent are making sure you know who you really belong to

❥warnings: incest, noncon, mindbreak, jealousy & possessiveness, heavy degradation, unprotected sex, slapping, spitting, mentions of age gap, threesome/spit-roasting, voyeurism

❥word count: 4.6k

part ii requested by anon

how oblivious you are.

you don’t notice that akiteru’s sweet smiles these days don’t reach his hardened eyes, that his sugary sweet words are sprinkled with malice, that he has nothing but murder etched on his face every time he looks at you. and of course you don’t notice, tsukishima realises. because you’re dumb. their dumb, stupid little sister who obviously thinks she could get away with being such a whore.

it’s almost laughable, tsukishima would’ve thought, if he didn’t feel utterly scorned. whilst he was so preoccupied with you falling into akiteru’s delightful, endearing little trap, he didn’t ever think you’d be falling into someone else’s. suddenly it all made sense- the little gifts of jewellery and chocolates you’d show your mother so proudly, the giggles from your bedroom late at night, going out less with your brothers and more with your mysterious friend before returning home with a soft scent of cigarette smoke clinging to your clothes and hair and your ruby lips swollen. you didn’t notice, but your brothers noticed everything. how could they not when their entire lives revolved around you?

and to be truthful, tsukishima had never seen akiteru quite like this. he was always the mellow, sweeter, calmer older sibling, the one who doted on you with a patience and affection tsukishima didn’t care for. yes, he loved you too, but there was something so utterly pathetic about your stupidity, something so fragile about your softness that made you entirely ruinable, and tsukishima wanted to do that. he wanted to be the only one to break you down into nothing but his dumb, little girl, to make sure he was the only god in your life for you to revolve your whole world around, to love him forever. and akiteru was an enemy to that, but first there was a bigger enemy the two of them had to overcome together first.

the perfect opportunity arises the weekend your mother goes away to visit your grandparents a few towns over. maybe if you’d been smarter, more perceptive you’d have noticed the danger brewing. maybe you’d have begged your mother not to leave rather than being so quick to usher her out of the door with a kiss to her cheek, telling her of course you’ll be good for your nii-chans, when are you not? maybe you should’ve noticed tsukishima’s eyes burning into your back with a mixture of malice and vengeance. maybe you should’ve picked up on akiteru’s wry smile and the tightness of the grip he presses to your shoulder when he agrees. “oh, we’ll definitely take care of her.”

tsukishima forces you into the car when he’s sent to go grocery shopping in exchange for akiteru cooking. of course the older brother insists you stay home with him, that you help him prepare for dinner in the kitchen, just like when you were children playing house. of course, tsukishima could see right through his older brother’s facade- beneath that sweet smile and sparkling brown eyes, there was that lewd fantasy of you being his good little housewife, his domestic goddess to fuck his children into, play happy families with. disgusting.

but tsukishima knows he isn’t any better- he doesn’t want to be away from you, he doesn’t want akiteru near you so he tells you you can come to the store with him, sakanoshita store in particular. the name of the local convenience store you’d often frequent back in your days at high school is enough to make akiteru freeze but you’re too busy grinning and rushing to check yourself in the mirror to notice the deathly looks your brothers exchange.

how stupid of you. you don’t think tsukishima notices his old coach’s eyes focusing on you the moment the little bell rings.

“tsukishima-kun, how are you?” the blond man smiles and your brother has to force a smile at his old coach, has to bite back the words that threaten to escape him when he replies. that stupid old man. and you, his stupid little sister, giggling so sweetly and playing with the necklace around your neck- the gold chain that was surely far too expensive for a college student to buy herself. you don’t think he notices how you and ukai’s eyes keeps locking when he’s ringing you up, how the smoke that rolls from his smirking lips smells the same as the scent that clings to you when you come home, how you wave so sweetly when you both leave.

you dumb little girl, tsukishima’s hissing to himself as his mind flicks to akiteru. how did you think you could get away with this? he should’ve known you’d be like this- a stupid, simpering slut pandering after an older man, thinking he can give you the world. he should’ve known from all the times you’d insist on coming to practise to watch him back when he was at high school, how you’d spend all your weekly allowances in the store, rolling your skirt higher and buttoning your shirt lower. he just didn’t think it was for that man out of all people.

it’s after dinner when akiteru’s taking your plate away that he turns to you with a wide smile across his face. but his eyes are cold. so cold tsukishima can see you’re recognising the malice that’s manifesting in them. he can see you squirm awkwardly in your chair, even if you’re intent on keeping that smile plastered on your face.

“dinner was so delicious, akiteru-nii! i loved it so much!” you giggle. “would you teach me how to cook?”

“did you think we wouldn’t find out?” his voice is ice cold and hard. it strikes right through the tense room, your smile falling as your widened eyes flicker from akiteru to tsukishima, confusion etched on your face.

“f-find out? find out what, nii-chan?” how pathetic. that little simpering baby voice may work on softening akiteru, but this is exactly why tsukishima would win.

“that you’re a fucking whore for ukai keishin.” the name makes you choke, your eyes roundening as you stare at tsukishima with utter shock, mouth hanging open. you don’t even get to splutter a response before he chuckles, continuing with his voice a harsh snarl. “how long have you been his little slut? was this why you’d always want to be at my matches? you hoped that if you cheered loud enough he’d fuck a gaping hole between your legs?” you look scandalised at his words, wounded even to be reduced to nothing but a dirty slut but the hurt flashing across your eyes gives tsukishima a thrill. more. he needs to see more. break you down into nothing but an utter mess.

“kei-nii!” you cry, your hands started to tremble as you point a shaking finger in his direction. “akiteru-nii, tell him not to say that!” you trail off when you notice how hard akiteru’s looking at you, his jaw clenched and his arms folded across his chest.

“why’s that, y/n-chan?” he says softly, but the darkness in his eyes is different. his footsteps are cold echoes across the kitchen tiles before he lowers his face to yours. “why would i stop him when he’s saying nothing but the truth? you’ve ruined yourself.”

your face crumples slowly, the tears building in the corners of your eyes starting to flow freely down your cheeks. how beautiful. how pathetic. your soft cries fill the room, shaking hands raising to bury your face in them but akiteru’s quicker when he grabs your tear-stained cheek, jerking your face roughly with his fingers pressing deep into the soft fat.

“why are you crying, y/n? we’re just confronting you about the truth- that you’re getting taken advantage of because you want to be a dumb, little whore.” he punctuates his words with mocking slaps to your cheeks, not harsh enough to actually hurt but you flinch and sob harder at every one.

“for such an old guy too.” tsukishima tuts, getting to his feet and towering over you. it makes you cower, your entire body quivering as you cry pathetically. don’t you know it just makes tsukishima even more excited, that breaking you is going to be just as fun as he imagined it to be? “you’re disgusting, you know that.”

“come on, kei.” akiteru chuckles, smiling coldly as he wipes your tears away. “she’s just a dumb baby- she didn’t know what she was getting into.” you look hopeful as you slowly raise your head, blinking at akiteru so fearfully with tears clinging to your lashes. “but that doesn’t mean you can get away with it- if you like older guys so much, you should’ve realised that nii-chan is right here.”

tsukishima can see the moment utter fear strikes right through you. you scramble to your feet, horrified sobs escaping you but akiteru’s too quick. his hand grabs your hair, tugging you back against his chest with his arm around your waist, easily lifting you off the floor as he grins wide.

“stop struggling. your nii-chans are going to help you to realise that you don’t need anyone else.”

“you don’t need to be such a slut for a man that’ll just fuck you and throw you away. so dumb.” tsukishima adds, smiling softly at the way you struggle against akiteru, crying feebly. “don’t make this harder for yourself.”

“nii-chan- no!! please-” you’re sobbing and trying to fight against akiteru’s grip but it’s in vain- he carries you out of the kitchen with ease, hissing with every kick you deliver to his shins as you wrestle in his grip.

“stop it, y/n- be good for me. come on.” he shushes you, gritting his teeth as he grips you tighter. your screams are louder, hysteric sobs and tsukishima slowly follows behind up the stairs, your wide, teary eyes meeting his. begging.

“stop being so loud, stupid girl.”

akiteru throws you onto your bed when he reaches your bedroom and you scramble away desperately, sobbing loudly but it’s too late. the door snaps shut behind tsukishima and he stands in the doorway, a twisted smirk stretching across his lips as he feels the blood rush to his cock. how pathetic. how feeble you are backing away to the edge of your bed, eyes wide with fear.

“n-nii-chin-” you hiccup. “please, i won’t see keishin again- just- just don’t do this to me, i’m begging you-”

“oh, baby.” akiteru coos, reaching out a tender hand which you flinch away from. he chuckles softly, glancing back at tsukishima with an amused smile tugging at his lips, one that tsukishima can only seem to return. it isn’t often he gets along with his brother, but this was definitely something they could bond over.

and then he’ll be beating him.

“isn’t she so cute?” you shake with fear, your face crumpling as you cry softly, making akiteru coo as he reaches out for you. you’re no match for his strength when he pulls you onto his lap, one hand pinning down your thigh and stretching them out whilst the other slides up to your clothed chest, holding your back flush against him.

“nii-chan- let me go!” tsukishima scoffs as he nears the bed, his lip curling as he watches you, hardening cock beginning to press against the outline of his pants.

“let me go first.” he demands. there was no way he’d let akiteru have a taste of you first- he simply didn’t deserve it. the older brother had spent too much time fawning over you, spoiling you with his sickly sweetness and look what it’d done to you.

“what? why would i let you go first?” akiteru scoffs, laughing mirthlessly as his grip tightens on you, making you squeal as you shriek.

“no- nii-chan, stop him please! i don’t want you to do this!” but neither brothers take any notice of you, the irritation and jealousy that’d long festered in tsukishima bleeding out as he scowls at his older brother.

“you’ve already ruined her with how much you’ve pampered her- now she’s some attention-seeking, greedy cockslut.” he hisses. “that’s why she’s whored herself out to fucking ukai keishin.” a cold smile stretches across his face as he turns to look at you. how pretty you look utterly heartbroken and hurt with your teary eyes wide and mouth hanging open. he knows his harsh words are ringing in your ears, that your heart is starting to break. maybe ukai keishin does love you. what were the words you’d used- ‘the one’? but you’re easy to break, tsukishima can see, as his cock twitches against the tight fabric of his pants. a little bit more, a good fucking till you’re dumb, and you’ll never think about that man again- any man again. you won’t be able to.

“that’s right, isn’t it?” tsukishima sneers as he crawls onto the bed. you squirm on akiteru’s lap, trying to force your head away but from the angle the eldest sibling holds you there’s no escape. “akiteru-nii made you think you're so special that you can have anyone right? that’s why you think ukai loves you? is that why you think you’re going to marry him? pathetic.” his nails pierce into your skin as he drags his hands slowly up your bare thigh, edging towards the hem of your skirt. “you’re nothing but a dumb cockslut to him. nobody will ever see you as anything more than a dumb slut- but not nii-chan.” you sob heavily and tsukishima hates that even now you’re looking at akiteru, begging him with your pathetic weeps and your weak, bloodshot eyes filled with tears.

“akiteru-nii, please-” but akiteru smiles calmly, shushing you gently as he presses a soothing kiss to your temple.

“be good, y/n. stop crying, that’s a good girl. nii-chan will take care of you afterwards, okay?” you shake your head wildly as his fingers begin to undo your shirt, begging one last final time but it’s in vain.

akiteru slips off your shirt just as tsukishima tugs off your skirt, leaving you bare and exposed in just your panties. a humiliated shriek escapes you but akiteru merely chuckles, his hands pushing your arms back and groping your bare tits, rolling the nipples between his fingertips as he presses soft kisses to your jaw.

“don’t be shy,” he coos, hips slowly grinding against your ass. “you’re so pretty.”

“for a little slut.” tsukishima snaps. his hand slaps against your clothed cunt, hard enough that you gasp and jerk in akiteru’s hold, your eyes filling with a fresh wave of tears and your bottom lip trembling.

“n-not a slut-” you whimper but he merely tuts, yanking down your panties to reveal your bare cunt.

“is this what you let ukai use, huh?” his voice is harsh and mocking, prising open your legs as you try to force them shut, your wails loud and drowning out akiteru’s reassuring shushes. “have you let him fuck this pussy yet? that’s the only reason why he’s interested, right?”

“n-not true!” you cry, body tensing as you squirm in akiteru’s hold. tsukishima meets your eyes, the fear evident in your widened orbs- but it just makes him want to ruin you more. it’d be so satisfying to see you reduced to nothing, getting fucked into a dumb, drooling mess on his cock, make sure you know nothing except him- no ukai, no akiteru, just your entire world permeated with him.

“akiteru-nii, let me go please- i-i won’t tell anyone.” you whisper. your voice cracks as you plead with your brother- even now when tsukishima’s the one unbuckling his belt you have the audacity to beg akiteru?

“look at me.” he growls, slapping the inside of your thigh to make you squeal, your legs quivering as the skin reddens.

“y/n, come on- just be quiet and take it like a good girl.” akiteru smiles, reaching out to massage the sore skin. “nii-chan will take care of you, don’t worry.” he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses that make you whine but tsukishima doesn’t seem to care- not if it makes you stay still as he pulls down his pants.

his hard cock is throbbing when it slaps against his clothed stomach, the flushed head leaking beads of precum and you begin to cry again when your eyes fall on it, your nails piercing into akiteru’s thighs.

“no- no- i can’t! nii-chan!” an agonised scream rips from your throat when tsukishima forces his cock into your tight little hole. it’s dry but your tightness feels so good around him, his dick being forced into your warmth as he groans with the pleasure, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to watch the tears stream down your face, mouth falling open with heavy pained sobs. you squirm, trying to pull away but with akiteru keeping you on his lap, there’s no escape from tsukishima driving his cock into you, filling up your little cunt as he thrusts as your spongy walls.

“you’re so tight.” he groans. “i would’ve thought ukai had stretched out this slutty pussy enough.” he sneers nastily when your face crumples, body shaking as your head falls onto akiteru’s shoulders, tears staining your cheeks. “hasn’t he used this cunt yet? cause that’s all you are to everyone, right? nothing more than a hole to fuck.” he slaps his hand against your swelling clit, the pressure making you jerk with the pain and you look so broken, so hurt when he grips your face, jerking you roughly to look at him. “well?”

“h-hurts.” is all you manage to whimper, voice hoarse as you break into soft tears. “please.”

“what, you’ve never taken dick before?” tsukishima snickers, thrusting his cock harder into you. your walls grip his dick tight, every vein and ridge rubbing against your spongy walls as you whine.

“kei,” akiteru murmurs warningly but it just irritates tsukishima more- how does his eldest brother always act so righteous, so sweet and saintly when he’s just as disgusting as he is, just as perverse and degenerate, that he wants to ruin you just as much as tsukishima does. “you’re going too rough.”

“so?” tsukishima spits, snapping his hips faster as you bounce in akiteru’s lap, gasping as you writhe. “a slut like her, she’s probably used to it.” he grits his teeth when akiteru snakes a hand between your bodies, his fingers pressing against your swollen clit and swirling it slowly, lips pressing soft kisses that clash with the rough way tsukishima pounds into your throbbing cunt. “that’s why you’re getting so wet- you like this, don’t you?”

“n-no!” you cry, your face falling as tsukishima grips it tightly, akiteru’s brown eyes burning into you with a growing darkness. “it hurts- stop!”

“but you’re getting so wet. you must be liking this.” tsukishima continues to croon, akiteru’s fingers rubbing faster to make your walls clench tighter. your growing wetness begins to squelch, beads of sweat layering over your skin and none of you can ignore how you sound less agonised, your pants breathy as you cling to akiteru.

“you really love dick, huh? dirty slut- how disgusting.” your walls clamp around him with each insult and despite the tears building in the corners of your eyes, you’re squirming with slick dripping down between your thighs.

“is that right, y/n?” akiteru murmurs, his eyes softening with a sadness that makes tsukishima want to punch him square in the face. you turn away from tsukishima to look at your oldest brother, your eyes widening as you register the grave disappointment etched on his face.

“no! ak-akiteru, i-i don’t- i’ve never had-”

“look at me when i’m fucking you.” tsukishima growls. he slaps akiteru’s hand away from your clit, gripping your jaw with the other, fingertips pressing deep into your tear-stained cheeks to force your mouth open. “stop trying to pretend like you’re not a cock-hungry, dumb slut.” he punctuates each degrading insult with harsher thrusts, his long fingers forcing their way into your mouth, making your eyes widen. your walls tighten around him as he presses his fingers down on your tongue, drool pooling around his limbs as he smiles sadistically. “go on, say it. say it and i might just let you come.”

“kei, not too much.” akiteru breathes heavily but tsukishima ignores him- he can see his brother’s hips grinding into you, his pupils dilating as his cheeks grow more and more flushed. how sick- he wants to pretend like he’s better than him, like he’s trying to help you but the sick bastard is getting off on it just as much.

“speak, slut.” tsukishima growls, pushing his fingers further down your mouth. he groans when his fingertips hit the back of your throat, your walls tightening around his throbbing cock as you gag, tears and drool spilling down your face. “what are you?” your words are garbled, saliva dripping down your chin and his hand as you try to speak, making him scoff as he rips his hand away from your mouth.

“how gross- you can’t even control yourself. what the fuck does ukai see in you? he really must be using you for this dirty cunt.” you sob hard when tsukishima makes sure to spit directly onto your face, the saliva clinging to your skin as you try to bury your face into akiteru’s shoulder but the older brother is slowly sliding you off his lap, laying you down on the bed as he kneels beside your face. the change in position doesn’t irritate tsukishima- in fact it gives him better access to fuck you deeper, his cock throbbing as the coil in his stomach grows tighter.

“y/n,” akiteru coos, wiping your messy face gently. “do you want nii-chan to make you feel better?” you nod desperately, clinging to his thighs that it sends a surge of jealousy striking through tsukishima- enough that he snaps his hips harder, shoving a hand between your bodies and pinching your clit.

“kei-nii!” you gasp. it’s beautiful- the sound of his name falling from your lips makes him grunt but it doesn’t last long before akiteru shoves his cock into your mouth.

your eyes widen at the intrusion, saliva spilling over his dick as he moans blissfully, holding the back of your head as he slowly rocks his hips into your face and as much as tsukishima hates it it’s the final push to the edge. the sadness and betrayal building in you, the hurt, the loss of innocence, the fact that you’ll never have that sparkle in your eye again is enough to make him cum with deep heavy moans. his cock twitches, hot ropes of cum splattering over your folds just as he pulls out.

you’re sobbing when akiteru pulls out from your mouth, a string of saliva clinging to his hard dick and although he shushes you gently, his eyes are only fixated on your ruined pussy.

“that’s what happens when you act a slut and whore yourself for men.” tsukishima spits. “you get treated like one.” you cry harder at his words, curling into a little ball but akiteru’s hands on your thighs stop you first, a small smile growing on his lips as he clambers over you.

“oh no, don’t cry, don’t cry. kei-nii didn’t mean it like that- every other man will treat you like that but not me, not nii-chan.” you sniffle at his words, rubbing your teary reddened eyes that you don’t even notice akiteru sliding his reddened, leaking cockhead along your cum-stained folds, gathering a mixture of slick and cum. “you didn’t cum, right? don’t worry, nii-chan will take care of you.”

tsukishima isn’t sure whether to feel disgusted or entranced when he watches akiteru slide his cock into your pussy, your wetness offering little resistance. you whine at the intrusion but you’re cut off by akiteru’s lips meeting yours, his kiss sweet yet feverous as his fingers twine with yours, pressing them onto the bed. as tsukishima watches, ignoring the slow stirring of his cock, he can’t help but feel the jealousy leaching into his veins; this almost could’ve been mistaken as something intimate, like two lovers- only it’s his siblings, after he forced himself onto you, degraded and humiliated you all because he doesn’t ever want you to be for another man. and watching you turn your head away from akiteru and crying as you stare at the ceiling, realising that you’ll never be rid of the stains of their violation, ruined for all men except them, gives tsukishima the biggest thrill he’s ever felt in his life.

“pretty girl, you’re taking nii-chan’s cock so well.” akiteru moans, one of his hands slipping down to swirl your clit, your soft moan barely audible under his heavy moans. “so good for me. nii-chan’s perfect girl, aren’t you?” you don’t reply, your lip trembling as you watch akiteru lower his face to your chest with teary eyes, a soft groan escaping when he wraps his lips around your nipple.

“but she’ll take any dick though, won’t she?” tsukishima spits as he wraps his hand around his cock. it’s not the same- it doesn’t feel anywhere good as your warm, velvety walls clinging to his length, the perfect hole to fuck. “you’d let anyone use you.”

he shuffles closer, stroking himself as akiteru begins to fuck you faster, ignoring your little whines of discomfort- or perhaps pleasure- as his head falls back with heavy moans.

“y/n- you feel so good- so good- such a good girl for nii-chan.” he doesn’t object to tsukishima forcing your hand away from his grasp, instead watching with widened eyes when he forces your hand around his cock, thrusting into your fist. you don’t try to fight it, instead lying limp and placid, your eyes glassy with soft moans the only sound escaping from you. “nii-chan will make you cum- don’t worry. nii-chan is the only one who can make you cum.” you whine when akiteru fucks you faster, his fingers rubbing your clit fast and each thrust making your eyes roll to the back of your head. it’s so sinful, so lewd to hear your moans grow louder, your hips almost bucking up to meet akiteru’s thrusts before you finally cum. a squeal escapes you as akiteru fucks you through your high and tsukishima can’t tear his eyes away from watching your wetness dribble down your thighs. he can only imagine what akiterus’s feeling- your warm walls clamping down on his length, pulsating around his throbbing cock and your slick drenching him-

fuck. tsukishima groans loud when he cums again, this time the sticky fluid splattering over your face. your mouth drops open with shock but it just makes it better- the stringy ropes of cum cling to your tongue and lips, ruining you in him.

“y/n, y/n, y/n-” neither of you register akiteru cumming until he’s chanting your name over and over, cheeks flushed pink as his hips stutter, head falling back as he releases in you completely. he pulls out slowly, smiling as the two tsukishima brothers watch globules of cum leak from your abused hole, a success to ruining you. but only one can win.

“you came in her?” tsukishima snaps. the anger flooding through him is hot and envious, made worse by the sweet innocent smile akiteru plasters on his face.

“well, someone has to do it for the first time. and what better person suited for it than me?” he looks at you with a wide smile, rubbing your leg softly and not minding about the finger marks beginning to purple on them. “nii-chan will always look after you, y/n. that’s why you don’t need anyone else- i hope you know that now.” you don’t reply, instead staring blankly at the ceiling with tears rolling down your cum-stained face. but akiteru doesn’t mind as he brushes your hair out of your face. “i’ll get you a glass of water and then clean you up, y/n. we can watch a movie afterwards- you can choose it.”

as akiteru leaves the room, tsukishima stares at you. you don’t move as you lie naked on the bed, the cum drying on your tear-stained face and your pussy a ruined mess and that’s when he realises how empty your glassy eyes are, how much hurt must be wrenching your heart now, how broken you must be.

maybe he should feel sorry for you. maybe he should feel disgusted with himself. but why doesn’t he? why is his mind instead whirring with all the lewd ways he can one-up akiteru and really make you all his?

#tw.incest #tw.noncon #tw.mindbreak #tw.jealousy #darkconfectionery #yandere!tsukishima #yandere!akiteru #dark haikyuu #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere tsukishima #yandere akiteru #yandere tsukishima x reader #yandere Akiteru x reader #akiteru imagines #Akiteru x reader #tsukishima imagines #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader

[mulberrysilk]

What do you think of jealous Kuroo? What if innocent manager-chan was being flirted with Daishou...👀 (no pressure whatsoever lol I am just thirsting)

Oof . All I’m gonna say is...bad idea Daishou. Bad. bad. Idea.

Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

tw : jealousy ( this is pretty sfw, just Kuroo being jealous and protective with Chemistry insults )

Kuroo already had this pit in his stomach when you had ran off to refill the water bottles on your own while the team warmed up on the court to face their rival, more like his arch nemesis, again.

That heavy feeling deepened when he noticed the captain of the other team wasn’t around. Yaku told him that you’d be fine but was fine being missing for more than 10 minutes when the water refilling station was just outside the court?

“I don’t know about you...but I think we should go check on Y/N,” Yamamoto worriedly glanced at the gyms entrance where there were no signs of you returning.

“Kuroo...” Even Kenma spoke up, so surely Kuroo wasn’t being paranoid. “You should go check on her.”

You twisted the bottle’s cap closed as you filled the last one up, you turned to place it back into the water bottle carrier only to come face to chest to a forest green with a contrast of yellow jersey.

“We meet again, Y/N-Chan,” his lips curved into a malicious smile, his eyes narrowing with a hidden agenda. “Do you need help with those?”

“I’m fine, Daishou-san. I can take care of these myself.” You forced a smile but what didn’t help was how soft your voice was and how it trembled, it only made him lean far too close for comfort.

“What was that, little kitty?” His hand pressed again the wall behind you, trapping you between it. “I couldn’t quite hear you?”

“Daishou-san, I really should be getting back to the team...”

“I heard you’ve started dating Kuroo. I never thought he was actually going to do it. Didn’t think he had the balls to.”

Your brows furrowed, not liking the way he spoke about your boyfriend.

“Too bad he’s gotten ahead of me...but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun on the side right?” He stepped closer, the gap between you dangerously close.

You clutched the water bottle to your chest in hopes he wouldn’t get closer. Your eyes widened when his other hand snaked around your waist.

“You look so cute all scared. So vulnerable. Is that why Kuroo likes you so much? Cause you’re an obedient little thing?”

“Oi, oi, oi.” Kuroo’s voice sounded from behind the two of you.

“Tetsu,” you murmured, finally aware of how fast your heart was thumping in your chest.

“Step away from Y/N, Daishou,” Kuroo snarled, looking taller than you’ve ever seen him before. His golden eyes were piercing and they lacked that warmth and mirth that you knew.

Daishou distracted by the presence of your boyfriend gave you a leeway to squeeze out of his hold and stumble into Kuroo who caught you effortlessly before standing in front of you, shielding you from Nohebi’s captain.

“Tsk, we were having a good conversation, weren’t we Y/N?” He peeked at you with a smile that would fool anyone but not you.

“Did Mika drop your ass again? Is that why you’re preying on other people’s girlfriend’s?” Kuroo cleverly bit back, the dark haired Captain who snarled at Kuroo’s attack.

“Just let it go, Tetsu.” Your fingers clutched at the sleeves of his jacket, tugging him towards the court’s entrance. “It’s not worth it.”

Kuroo’s hands balled into fists and your breath hitched at the thought of him getting violent just because of a little mishap. He took a deep breath and when he raised his head, a delicate smile was on his face, the same smile Daishou would used to buy the referees favour, doing so to mock his rival.

“Don’t think you’ll get away next time, Daishou-san.” His tone was respectful but lacked that genuine touch. “Next time you lay your hands on my precious kitten, you won’t be leaving too clean.” He chuckled, stepping forward and reaching behind Daishou for the water bottle carrier. “Let’s play a nice and clean match today, shall we? I’m sure you’re capable of that.”

Before you could even reach out to pull him back, Kuroo threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you to his side as he led the two of you back into the court.

“Thank you,” you laced your fingers with his and pressed a kiss on his knuckles, silently wishing him good luck.

“I wanted to punch that smug smile right off of his face.”

“I’m surprised, Daishou, is still walking...”Kenma muttered as he walked past the two of you. “Or alive in that matter.”

“Kuroo Tetsuro!” You gasped at the violent implications that if he actually acted out would get him into deep trouble. But your darling boyfriend only raised an amused brow, a smirk forming on his face.

“What? It’s not like I’ll kill him, Kenma, jeez,” he rubbed the nape of his neck before he turned to you. “Unless you ask me to, chibi-chan.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and smacked him on the arm. “Kuroo!” But he only pulled you closer to him, pressing a kiss on your forehead for all to see, always so effortlessly making your cheeks heat up.

“Ugh.” You were pretty sure that was Kenma.

“I already didn’t like that jerk before but what he did just now made me despise him. He denatures my enzymes. He’s more unstable than acetyl nitrate,” his hazel eyes darkened, his gaze on the other captain warming up with his team. “I need some sulfuric acid to neutralise how fucking stupid he is to hit on my girlfriend—

“We get it! You hate the guy,” Yaku cut him off. “Speak English, Kuroo.”

“I did not understand a thing you said,” Lev blinked down at him. “But I don’t like him either.”

But Daishou kept his eyes on you, to taunt Kuroo. To get a reaction out of him, and it was working.

“Don’t let him get to you okay?” You whispered as he handed you his jacket, draping it over shoulders.

“I’ll try baby,” he petted your head before giving Daishou one last glance. “I don’t like the way he’s looking at you...like he’s undressing you.”

“Well he’s never going to get the chance to see me like that, you know why?” You gently gripped his chin to tear his deadly glare from the snake Captain.

“Why?” He huffed, tensing.

“Because he’s not you.”

Kuroo blinked at you a couple of seconds before he let out a deep exhale and his shoulders relaxed. He really couldn’t despise Daishou more than he ever could but he was glad you were grounding him. Grounding him to not let his anger cloud his judgement, to keep his head in the game.

He sighed and without caring of showing his public display of affection for you, he leaned close and pressed a long kiss on your forehead.

“What would I do without you?”

#💍.kuroo tetsuro #tw.jealousy #Kuroo x reader #drabbles #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu smut #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro scenarios

[babytsum]

Jealous ennoshita. Railed. Face in mattress and ass up jealous sex and...spanking - pregnant anon

warnings: smut, spanking, jealous sex, rough sex

TRUEEEEEEE WAYMENT- THX PREGNANT ANON

a hand massages the soft flesh of your ass before the other comes down to lay another blow. your face is buried into the mattress, hands gripping the sheets as he drives his cock into your hole with sharp thrusts.

his pace is relentless and he fills you up to the brim every time. another slap leaves a painful sting on your already red skin, a whine spilling from your lips. “you think suga can fuck you this? hm?”

your voice quivers as you gather up the energy to respond, “n-no. only you, chikara.”

“good girl.” 

he grips onto your hips, slamming his cock into you over and over again.

#🤰🏼.anon #🍓.thirsts! #🍓.chikara ennoshita #tw.spanking #tw.smut #tw.jealousy #tw.rough #chikara ennoshita x reader #ennoshita chikara x reader #ennoshita x reader #ennoshita smut #chikara ennoshita smut #ennoshita chikara smut

[achillean-affection]

HELLO!

Please use he/they for me

I no longer write on this account, I write on @princeasra but u can find some of my stuff on my wattpad cielforshort I have more 10k stories on there and some other fics (a completed short Hikaru hitachiin one, start of a walking dead one)

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND - alot of these were written b4 I knew my gender identity, I now only write male reader

Apocalypse Check

Weapons- Oneshots ✔️

Water- Headcanons ✔️

Snacks- Imagines ✔️

Protection- 10k x Reader Series ✔️

MedKit- Tags ✔️

#tw.mommy kink, tw.rough sex, tw.jealousy sex, tw.face fucking, tw.dumbification

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ TWO OF CUPS .03.

tw. incest, dubcon, peeping, creampie, coercion/emotional manipulation, unintentional voyeurism, jealousy, angst, love triangle wordcount. 5k

part 01 part 02 part 03 part 04

a/n. she's hEREEE she's here the emotional baggage fuckery is back finally!!!! aaaaahhhh yes i finally got off my ass and rewrote and finished part three thanks you so much to @seijorhi and @darlingsanzu for betaing and sitting through my insufferableness about the itoshi sibs i juST ughhhhh!! i hope you like it and yes there will be a part four which should be the final part and yes i will try tofinish it soon-ish &lt;333

itoshi rin x fem!reader x itoshi sae

The picture is a little creased, faded with time, but it’s still visible enough to keep. It’s more valuable than a digital copy, in this case. Because there’s an obvious scratch right over Sae’s perfect smile that gives Rin every reason to want to grin back. At least the wear and tear of the universe is on his side this once. You’re adorable in your matching jersey, little toddler hands sticking out of the arm holes as you’ve wrapped yourself around an equally small him.

Nostalgia isn’t a feeling he wants to linger in much though, because even on an innocent reflection of the past like this one - where Sae is throwing up peace signs and dribbling a ball as the two of you watch enchanted - there’s a treacherous truth displayed.

As he’s holding you, his only baby sister, in his arms, he stares at the ball; the talent, the glory, the unequivocal challenge, and you; you’re watching Sae.

It’s how it's always been, and with a bitter swallow, Rin has to wonder if the way he always trailed two steps behind will be how it ends. If he can’t keep you, if Sae really does take him up on the threat to steal you away from under his nose, would you struggle? Would you even understand if he explained it? Somehow, he doubts it. Somehow, he thinks that you don’t see anything wrong with the fact that you whisper Sae’s name in your sleep.

No simple scratch over Sae’s smile on a childhood picture is going to stop you from loving the guy. And worse still, it isn’t even his picture. It only reappeared in the house when Sae came home to stay with you, creased, cherished, and though Rin isn’t sure if Sae is even capable of true feeling for anything that isn’t himself… it looks loved.

A better man would take that as a sign to back off, maybe. A better man wouldn’t drag his little sister out of a shared bed and strip you down to nothing, pretending to be a helping hand. Kiss your lips, play with your fingers until you give him the first real smile of the day. Hopeful, and deeply, truly forgiving of his every flaw. It’s everything he isn’t. Instead he is towered over you with one hand on the granite tiles with his body just a few breaths from yours as you hum a little song. The showerhead is big enough to have you drenched, and him close enough to have the steam and heat of the water drawing random swirls along his vision, breathing in, breathing out. The heat of the air clears his lungs, but nothing takes the sticky, pressing feeling on his chest away when you’re this close. Breathe in, halfway out as you clear your voice.

“Do you think Sae will be allowed to stay a little longer, nii nii? I know he’s gotta practice, but—” The sound of the shower drums away the rest of your question. Water runs from your neck, along shoulder blades down the line of your back, and he wants to groan and grunt at the way your butt almost brushes his fucking cock. It’s ungodly. It’s vile, and maybe if you were any less trusting, you could feel the way his eyes roam when you tell yourself ‘no looking’, or how his waist ‘accidentally’ brushes up against you almost every time. You’re none the wiser, though, that’s the problem. “Rin nii?” He looks up from your steamy, perfect fucking body that’s chubbing up his cock to lean his chest against your shoulder as he grabs the shampoo bottle, and gives a faint hum to signal hearing you.

“It’s just been so long since we were all together again,” you breathe then, and hum so softly, encouragingly, as his long fingers find your head to slosh the artificial fruit scent around your scalp. Another little noise has his lashes fluttering, sliding his other hand down your neck to take a solid hold of your shoulder. And then a puffed breath, as you turn halfway towards him and make him catch a flash of your perfect fucking tits, to make matters even worse. Truly, you must believe him to be a saint, he thinks as all his muscles flex and unflex. He’s so wound up with Sae being around to ruin it that he can barely stand looking at you without wanting to grab his cock and pull until he sprays cum all over the swell of your ass. “Ahh, that feels- ah- really good.” He can’t help it. Nothing makes the longing go away.

“Thank you for taking care of me, niichan… I- I don’t like being alone.”

Dead silence. He needs dead silence to get over your unapologetic admiration. To be locked up in solitary confinement and have a metal rod jammed through both ears, probably. Rin swallows the thick feeling on his tongue to the best of his ability, watching the soap run down your hair, before ever so gently leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. And one to your jaw, and neck, and then the crook of your shoulder. Forget about anything else, his brain blares, forget about — his voice cracks when he calls your name and wraps a lone arm around your stomach to stop you from moving. “You know I love you, right?”

You seem similarly frozen in time for a few tense heartbeats, water rushing along your face and making every inch of you glitter under the lights. Before you wipe your eyes and nose, and nod. “I know. I love you too, nii nii.”

Your lashes are dark, long, and too wet. And your lip bobs up and down a few times as you go to smooth your hands down his chest, and Rin can’t fucking help it— think that you’re looking through him. There’s a commotion outside the hall before the way you look at him can be addressed. The door creaks as it opens, before footsteps make their way to the bathroom and there’s a little knock. Sae’s voice is low and sleep filled as he calls out your name, and you pull your hands away from Rin. Leaving your touch to burn long after it’s gone.

“Are you in the shower?”

“Mhm, I’m almost done.” He doesn’t want to look at the way you fidget, and draws his hand back from it’s steady position on your hip to grab some soap.

Sae’s irritating mockery of a voice is strangely gentle when speaking to you, and he imagines his brother leaning against the door as he talks. “That’s okay. Want me to join you?” Rin almost chokes on it. You don’t hesitate to hum, and play your fingers along your hand palm.

“If you want to. Rin’s in here too, so there’s not that much room, but-” The sharp snort from beyond the door cuts you off, but Rin would overlook that any day if Sae would just keep his damn mouth shut. As if he’d ever be that lucky.

“Ah, I was wondering where you went. You’re showering with our little sister? Fucking pervert.” The cold laugh only makes his eyebrows lace together harder, as his jaw clenches hard. The irony is lost on you, of course, because you look at Rin with a little head tilt. And try to shy away from him when he grabs your hand to lace it together. “Well, let me know when you’re done. I need to head to the store later and I wanna shower first. Hurry it up.”

+

Adrenaline pumps through his blood as he wipes some of the sweat of his brow. The short blades of grass crunch under his feet, and the ball flies - as usual - in a perfect arch towards the one corner of the goalpost, heading home. The field’s otherwise abandoned, and the cold sky makes his puffs of hot breathing into little clouds that linger before fizzling into nothing.

Only the bright white of large led lights, and to the side, you. You’re buried in his jacket, hands deeply hidden into the oversized pockets as you walk from the boundary lines towards him. “Nii nii!” Your voice bounces around the space overzealous, and it warms his face instinctively. It’s entirely too domestic. As he leaves the spare balls to jog up to you, his stomach flips. It’s down season, so really, this should be his rest time. But he’s been… unusually agitated, for lack of any better way to describe it. Days seem longer when he can’t even get close to you without receiving a sneer or a disbelieving chuckle from some corner of the house.

Your shared house, of just you and him. Sae doesn’t care nearly enough about what should be the consequences if it were anyone else. He could just kick him out, if it were different. But sadly, you’re not anyone else, and you’d sooner bend yourself into impossible shapes than willfully ask your other brother away. It’s not like he’s being more distant for the redhead’s sake. No, he wants to let out a dry chuckle at the idea, anything but. If it was up to just him, he’d let Sae rot in his sourness and implications. It’s only out of necessity, because you care about what Sae thinks of you. And the guy fucking knows it.

Rin instead takes in with a tiny smile how you’re dressed entirely in his clothing, like you’re some cheesy couple, unwilling to be separate people from one another for even a second. It calms the possessiveness enough to pull you into him when you reach him, two hands full of ass as he makes you wrap your arms around his neck and picks you up against his sweaty body. “Mhm, you look cozy.”

Your mouth quirks up before you giggle, and let him bury his face into the side of yours.

He kisses you, leaning down into it before you can say another word, and you giggle an embarrassed little ‘Rin’ into his lips before pulling away. But his large hands are still holding you off of the floor and forcing you into another hug, and you don’t struggle much against it anyway. He should really be more embarrassed. About the way his lips long to slot over your pulse point and bathe you in possessive kisses that leave the deepest marks. After just a few kisses along your neck you pull back and mumble something about the tickling, and then land back onto the ground when he puts you down.

It’s second nature for you to attach yourself to Rin’s body when looking up at him and to wrap your arms around his waist, and in turn, he does his best to keep his eyes from wandering too much. “It’s cold, why’re you out here? Watch niisan play?” Your fingers squeeze before you breathe, and your smile slips just a little. Obvious.

And whatever sort of look must come over his face has you grabbing him a little tighter, keeping the hug going. He doesn’t want to think about the millions of times he’s demanded it with so much unveiled disdain that you’re always trying to soothe him. He doesn’t want to think it, but for some reason- it still pops up into the back of his head. You nuzzle into his chest, hope the warmth in your eyes sinks down into his bones. But the moment can’t last, and you eventually open your mouth to let out a slow mumble. “Sae nii wants to take me to some new bar in Kabukicho. I’ll be back soon though.”

Though his mouth tugs down, he lets out a hum, and a dry, non-amused chuckle follows. “Yeah. Do whatever. Sae’s only here every so often, right?” He turns to get away from the way your face falls, unable to help it. Rin rolls his tongue around against the roof of his mouth. Like taffy, the jealousy sits in his mouth and sours a little further each time he swallows. It’s a special kind of torture.

You try to help it, as always, sewing the tearing edges together as best you can. But it’s no use. As long as Sae keeps winning, Rin will keep fighting back. That’s just the way of things in the Itoshi household. “You can come with us, nii nii,” you pout into the dusty clouds of breath that covers your face in fog. But the noiret stands fast. Pride is an ugly thing when it gets broken. It now winks at him each time he walks around in his own house. Try as he might, he can’t escape you. And though your eyes might flick towards the eldest for guidance, he knows it’s only a matter of time before Sae runs ahead again and leaves you stranded in his wake.

From somewhere on the parking lot, an expensive car roars and flashes it’s lights to call for attention. Your shoulders square as you hide yourself further into his puffer jacket, and your long lashes seem to plead with him. “Rin nii?”

“I have to practice,” he mumbles back, and drops the ball onto the curve of his foot to set it into another long arch across the field— anything to keep himself from having to look at your face as it falls. “Get home safe.” You take a shuddered, little breath, before your shoulders fall and you turn to make your way back to the sideline and past it. He feels bad, sort of, but tonight is a little rough.

He wants to just play out here until his toes and fingers go numb. He doesn’t want to see how your eyes shine when Sae gives you a sliver of attention, when his own betray him as a man who spent most of his life loving you. Surely he has more self respect than that. 

+

There was always something selfish about it. About the way he would run ahead, hogged toys and attention, and cherished himself. A greedy, unrelenting draw towards success, whatever that even meant when he was 6 and beating everyone around him in athletics and running them off his tail faster than people could wish to admit. A monster of ‘natural talent’ that called his name from the quiet confines of the spotlight, and for good reason, he was more than glad to shake hands and let it run wild upon his life. That selfishness wouldn’t be pushed aside for anything. Or anyone.

It was only an unfortunate consequence that you and Rin had to come after. Sae didn’t start out trying to antagonize anyone. Despite that — time changes things. Fractures once familiar memories. Unties knots. He might have started out not trying to antagonize Rin, but he isn’t stupid. Sometimes it feels like that’s all they’re good for now. If not for you. Their smallest, trying to glue the shards back together again and again and over again.

It was always that way. Their little fixer, their little cheerleader. The favorite bench warmer, or something like that. Rin sets alight at the core when he looks at you, and he’s not exactly good at hiding it. The only reason your parents didn’t see it was a plea of sanity, and a little bit of delusion. How do you make peace with the fact that not one, but all of your children have crossed opposing wires in their brain? That your pedestal-raised, untamed prizes of offspring have taken to tying the last remaining semblance of normalcy to their own side with diamond chains. It’s only a matter of time before one of the chains gives out, and the perfect, little family shatters.

The fan buzzes with a soft hum that has him glancing over his shoulder at the side of your face, cheeks soft and long lashes hiding admiring, unrelenting hope in your eyes each time they find him. No, Sae isn’t stupid. He knows that you call him much more often than you’re willing to tell Rin about, and that you like it a little too much when his hand slides down your spine to pull you into him. He knows that you don’t just look at him with a platonic appreciation. And that it’s as much his fault for letting it get this far as it is yours for pining for something that wasn’t meant to be yours. But that’s what happens when big brother becomes an unattainable standard that parents set, isn’t it? You find ways to close the gap.

Your unconscious way of closing the gap is to place yourself on the edge of his bed and talk, talk until you can’t talk a second longer. Usually until he shuts you up by wrapping his arms around you and kissing you until you run out of air in your lungs to make it a second longer. That’s how it started, all those years ago. A sleepless night of sudden, self-shattering doubt, where he’d snuck across the hall in the comfort of twilight. And settled for a soft, misguided kiss; just to prove he could.

And you being you, had looked at him with those big, clueless doe eyes and hadn’t peeped a word about it— because who are you if not undyingly loyal to the worst of the worst. Sae doesn’t get it. But it seems he is, at heart, exploitative by nature, right? Why else would one kiss have turned into two, and then many, stuffing his insecurities deep within his little sister until she breaks first.

Your cheek is rolled against the couch now, and your legs tucked close against him as he watches a rerun of another old match, but it seems that tonight, something’s different. Ever since he stole you away from Rin yesterday, the guy’s been unapologetically standoffish. And now you’re unusually quiet. Or, not so much unusual as uncomfortable, and making it unable to ignore it. Sulking and sniffling in the crook of your elbow with all the poise of a third grader.

His face turns to regard you, and he clicks his tongue. “What’s the problem?”

You don’t speak for a moment, but eventually have to give in to the unfailing stare burning a hole between your brows. Voice soft as it lays open the groundwork, and suddenly Sae’s throat closes up. “I miss Rin nii.”

The house is too quiet.

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The thumping of the headboard is sort of unbearable. Cold and cruel and too noisy even for him, but it’s nothing compared to the thrill he feels singing into his blood as your eyes are closed tight, cheeks and ears burning with heat, and tears suffocating most of your cries for the low, clueless way you mumble his name. In some ways, he had wanted to do things differently. If it had been possible to contain his temper for once in his life, maybe he would have liked to try to make you happy with a gentle kiss and an even softer admission of guilt.

Apologized for fucking you up the way he did. Take responsibility.

The way he’s got both your wrists in one hand and his other on your throat isn’t gentle or soft. But Sae isn’t exactly one to look a gift horse in the mouth either. Your thick pearls of tears down your temples are enough to have him gritting his teeth and letting his hips connect yet again with the skin of your ass as he slots himself right between your legs. “Niichan, Sae niichan~” you whine out so pitifully below him, gasping and squirming and grabbing at his shoulders.

He grunts. “I don’t want to hear it.” You look like you’re not sure whether to beg him to get closer, deeper- or to drag your nails down his face- and the look has him biting his bottom lip so hard it soon tastes only of copper. Eventually though, a thought makes it through the squeezed opening of his throat, and he grabs your face to aim it at him. “You got some fucking nerve. It— Rin didn’t care about you until he realized that I wanted you. I was the one who cared first. Me.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice as it comes out raspy and only interrupted by his own hysterical heartbeat, and he stares deep into your matching irises again. “Me. Say it.”

Your mouth twists into a thin line, wobbly as his cock slides between soft lips and makes the wetness squelch between your bodies. His sweat beads at his hairline, and your nails dig deeper into his shoulder. He ruts himself deep, with a steady rhythm that rings through the house and makes your legs shake. Eventually you crack a little when he pries your chin from the way you hide it into your shoulder, and kisses you hard. He means it though, through teeth and spit all the same. “Sae nii- iichan,” your voice breaks when you mumble it, and a trail of silver runs along your temple. You still try to pull out of his white knuckled grip, pouting. “I don- I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I just meant that- I- didn’t want to m-make -hick- Rin nii upset. Let go of me.”

“Why should I?”

He holds his steady thrusting for just a moment to regard you seriously, and watch the way the heat in your face swirls all around. Lips plump and parted, sweetened by his mouth. Skin sticky, your pussy leaving glimmering slick all over his thumping cock. You don’t say anything, and he moves instead to rub your puffy clit under his thumb with too much precision. It makes you squirm, and makes you pant and whimper. You don’t like to face the facts, don't like it when he calls you out for it. But as much as you can’t tell him no with his hands on your body and your tits in his mouth, he wants to hear you say he’s the favorite sibling.

His voice is a little gravelly still when you whine his name and he shuts you up by burying his cock to the hilt into the hot clutch of your tight cunt, and licking along your tongue. “You love me. I know you do.” It’s about the one thing he knows for sure about you. His neck burns when your hand slides along it to tug through the shorter hair, and whine against his mouth and nod.

“I love you, Sae niichan. L-love -y-you.”

With a short chuckle he pulls back, eyes wide and feeling a little too hysterical, just as fired up as he is on the field. Maybe even more. You’d deserve that much. His throat is dry as he slides the head of his cock against that spongy part of your walls and when your eyes flutter hard, grabs your tits too. Your knees land by your shoulders as his balls clap against your ass and you look so pathetically at his mercy, a little sister cunt just for him. Your crystal tears roll over in bunches, as he jackhammers his fat, hot cock into you. Until your eyes roll and your toes start curling into the blankets. Only then does he allow for the way you clamp at him to get pulled a little tighter, a little softer.

“Cumming? You’re big brother’s favorite girl, mhm-” he grunts, red hair sticking to his forehead, as he leans into the embrace just enough to fuck with heavy thrusts into the tightness of your hot pussy until it starts spasming around you. “Best -f-fucking pussy around. No one does it like you, ‘mouto.” He only notices there’s a tear when it tickles his collarbone on the way down, and no, no— he’s not crying over this. Not as you stare up at him through almost closed eyes with a hung universe in your eyes. Fuck. He hides his face into yours by crashing his lips to yours and letting his tongue swallow all of your moans and noises until you start really shaking, and clamping your legs around his body.

You cum with Sae’s tongue down your throat, and his arms burn as he lifts himself up from your body to fuck though the incredible feeling of you clenching down on him hard enough to black him out. It hurts how good you feel, before his hips automatically speed up with each noisy ‘pap’ to chase his own orgasm. “Niichan, niichan, y-you c-,” you break yourself off with a high pitched aftershock, and tug at the hair still locked between your fingers, “feels- so- g-gud- niichan!

“F-fuck, I-ugh.” His cock is so hot as he spills white ropes of cum into your dripping pussy before he even has a chance to think about it, pulling out halfway to spurt the rest of it between your legs with a rasped swear, before collapsing to your side and beaming in the sticky heat of the room. “Holy fuck.” Your arms wrap around his stomach and you bury your face into his side, and for a moment, he even allows his arm to wrap back around your shoulders. Because you’re good. You’re so good to him.

He doesn’t know how long you lay with him, but eventually the shallow breathing and soft touches cool, and when they do— he feels numb. The hot-headedness is gone. And with it comes the ice-cold realization that he’s gone and done it now. Your cheeks are still warm against his chest, and you shiver a little when he sits up. He hums. “Y'kno, this is a pretty nice guest room, but I’m kinda missing my own bed.”

A small frown digs itself between your brows on your pretty face. Your hands go for the blankets first, cover yourself up a little, and then you follow the way he sits up to shake off some of the daze. And his heart beats hard, too hard, when he slides off the side and your unsure look turns into a pout. “Sae nii. I-”

“Help me find my boxers.” The clamminess of the room is too fucking much, you have to understand that. The soft shuffle isn’t enough to ignore the way you’re burning holes into his skin. So he shrugs it off and picks a new pair out of the dresser instead, putting it on. And for a moment it works. Pulling on a shirt, sweater and some sweatpants is enough to clear his head just enough to toss you a bottle of water. You don’t catch it, and it lands with a sad poof on the soft covers.

But it’s nothing compared to the way you ruffle the softness even closer to your body, and your voice is barely a breath as you bite your tongue. “Sae nii?”

A dark room has never felt so revealing. He adjusts the sleeves of his sweater, giving a sideways glance to the crown of your head. Any lower he can’t stomach. “I’m heading home,” his voice comes out dry, as he opens the door to the hall, and heads straight for the car keys.

+

Rin doesn’t say anything when the door of your room opens, but he’s awake. 03:25— the blue light informs, and he slowly manages to pull one of the headphones out by its cord. Your small shape curls into bed like a fawn, slow and unsteady, and you breathe his name. But it isn’t the same, and it only takes a few seconds for him to feel, as well as see, how you nuzzle up half onto him. You’re cold, and your hands shake a little when you look into his eyes and go to melt your foreheads together.

In any other situation, he would think he was dreaming. Cross my heart and hope to not to wake, lucid in love. In any other situation, you wouldn’t be up halfway through twilight as you go in mouth first to his own and kiss him hard and deep enough for him to feel your heartbeat. Your lips are sweet though, and your one hand wraps thumb and fingers all along his shoulder, and squeezes until you shake. You push your tongue into his mouth as Rin’s eyes blink away the darkness, and his tongue brushes yours. It’s wet and hot and too real, your free hand going to find his where it rests on his chest, and you drape your leg over the rest of his body.

And he floats. Shakes, with tongue against tongue and your mouth slotted against his when you moan into it. This isn’t how you kiss him. This surges through his blood like poison, and has him humming back and pulling you further on top of him until you stop shaking so hard.

Your nose and lashes are wet, but you kiss him full of sugar and leave every inch of him in ambers. Rin allows you to curl up on his chest like you need, and links fingers with you, as he kisses down your mouth and neck as you gasp and pant and shiver like a bunny. Shoves his hands under Sae’s spare shirt to drag his long fingers along your spine, and you cry, and you cry, and you cry.

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[p-antomime]

House Of Cards.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 8K.

𖦹 content: service dom!satoru, soft dom!toji, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, power imbalance, jealousy (both from gojo & toji), mfm, cum play, undertones of love triangle, overstimulation, hair pulling.

𖦹 pairings: prince!satoru gojō x princess!fem!reader x duke!fushiguro toji.

ᥫ᭡. this is for Regalità & Magia Collab!; collab by my lovely @1900-aria ! <3 thank you so much for letting me join the collab & i love you aria!

Looking from afar was good enough, it was necessary and sufficient. Even if it wasn't that far away, they were closer today with their swords clashing so hard they seemed to whirl through their bodies and the grass of the training field getting thinner and thinner because of their footsteps. The two of them looked like forces of nature, deadly and yet graceful and stupendous. Or maybe they were just trying hard to look better than they actually were because they had an illustrious girl watching them intently, lost in the very thoughts she had been trying to push away for a long time and not realizing that the more seconds that passed, the later she got to her piano lesson. 

You leaned forward, resting arms on the window frame and your eyes still fixed on the way Toji and Satoru, both wearing little more than just two wool sweaters that didn't match the luxurious attire they usually wore during the day and night and pants that seemed to squeeze their thighs too much, swirled around each other with two swords that required more than physical strength to lift. 

Everyone who didn't know them might think that they were actually trying to hurt each other, even if it was only a superficial scratch on the cheek or shoulder. But knowing that there was a peace treaty between the two separate kingdoms, you preferred to believe that they were only taking that training more seriously out of sheer whim and pride. And it was comical how skillfully the two of them wielded those swords, because, as far as you know, they would never even step on a war field since there were two whole armies to do it. 

It had become a small tradition to watch them from afar, a secret tradition that almost embarrassed you. Embarrassed not because you looked like you were drooling while watching them, but because of the way you felt every time those training sessions were over. It was beautiful to watch them, indeed, but more than that: it was thought-provoking; the way Toji's muscles flexed as he wielded and brandished his gleaming sword capable of cutting the air, the subtle way the thin fabric of the pants around his thighs seemed to be suffocating the skin, the way the shiny sweat trickled down Satoru's collarbones and went beyond the limit set by his wool shirt, the way his long fingers touched and played with the handle of his melee weapon. 

In the end, you ended up with the heart racing faster than theirs, and no physical exertion was to blame. It was exhausting to have to live the rest of the day trying to act normal while the middle of your legs seemed to concentrate all the blood in your body and throb just thinking about the scenes played by the two of them, even with the help of a small diary where you wrote down your own sinful thoughts that you lacked the courage to shed light on and... 

“Y/N?! Miss?!” 

A voice snapped between your thoughts and you unwittingly jumped away from near the window as if you had been an accessory to a crime, your hands closed the curtains and heart seemed to try to leap out of the mouth as you turned to the door to see who it was. 

“What are you doing here?! Don't you have class today?!” 

Oh, it was Maki. With a fuming face and panting breath, she had probably run all over the palace after you. 

“I—,” you started to speak, your eyes scanning the entire place for something that would provide you with a good enough excuse to calm the servant down a bit, “I got too distracted... reading...” 

But there were no books in the room. At least, not now, the ones that were present before were taken to the library again by Nobara earlier that same day. However, Maki was in no position to either question you or accuse you of anything, so a sigh came out of her mouth and she slowly calmed down, both hands massaging her temples. 

“I understand... anyway, Milady...,” she seemed to be weighing her own words before she huffed and walked over to the door to open it again, “I don't think your piano teacher will be resentful to hear that your tardiness came about because of something as noble as gaining knowledge from a book, right?” 

A smile of relief appeared on your lips. In the end, she was always the one to save you when you couldn't, and shouldn't, get into trouble, no matter who was on the other side of the chessboard of the court of the kingdom run by the Gojo family. 

It was like that at the court commanded by the Zen'in, why shouldn't it be like that now? Now that you and Toji, in order to make peace endure, had been sent to the kingdom which, a few years earlier, was at war with your own. 

In reality, Toji, as a duke, understood that this maneuver by the Zen'in was an attempt to get rid of the headache he is, they were in fact hoping that someone in the Gojo’s Court would be willing to simply eliminate him; whether by poison, or by some crime he had not committed. However, that became impractical when your parents asked you to go along to “get better manners like a princess should have” and meanwhile you were told it would be a “vacation” trip. 

And if it was a vacation, Maki had to be along; it was a personal rule of yours. Without her, you wouldn't go, and it was the worst 4hrs of Toji's life to have to put up with you gabbing with Maki all the way through between the Zen'in realm and the Gojo’s. 

“Have you had enough, Gojo-kun?” 

Toji's tone was easy, it seemed to have been carried by the wind to the ears of the light-haired, blue-eyed man, who opened a sideways smile and raised a questioning eyebrow before looking over his shoulder. Satoru didn't think his fellow foreigner knew that he was trying to see from afar if you were still at the window, but in fact he was, and very well. 

“Don't call me 'Gojo-kun', you should be using 'Gojo-sama', Toji-chan,” Satoru replied, and soon after, turned to face Toji, who was now taking the liberty of sitting on the grass-covered ground and enjoying the sun falling across that part of the kingdom. 

“Yeah, whatever, Gojo-kun, do you also have these preferences with your favorite visitor?” 

This time, Gojo's eyebrow arched in confusion before his head fell to the side. And Toji raised his suggestively before amending, "Every time we're training here, you look over there looking for her, did you think I didn't notice?" 

“Oh...,” Satoru forced a cough before dropping his own sword on the ground and running his hands through his hair, “Quite the opposite, I know you noticed and I admit that sometimes it was the intention, but in answer to your question: I have no preferences with girls, only with...,” his head waved in Toji's direction, “That there you call yourself.” 

Fushiguro placed a hand over his heart as if to appear that it is hurting and Gojo opened a sideways smile. 

“If I may advise you a little, Your Majesty, if I were you, I wouldn't try to impress her too much, I doubt she has any interest in you,” and what was once a sideways smile turned into a face of irritation. 

“Huh? What do you mean?” 

“Look at you, Gojo-kun, tryin' so hard to be seen by her, it's almost laughable,” Toji replied and let his body fall backwards until he was lying on the grass with eyes fixed on the clouds slowly passing by, "You're looking like a court jester, not a prince.” 

“Shut your goofy ass up, Toji-chan, or I'll send you to the dungeon again like last week,” Gojo retorted before sitting down across from him and again looking out the window where you should still be, but the only thing left was the vague memory of your silhouette behind the doorframe. 

Deep down, Satoru knew that Toji was partially right. It was indeed laughable to see him trying so hard to get your attention when he, as your fellow courtmate in the Zen'in realm, could accomplish this without any effort at all. 

Sometimes Gojo even felt jealous of the jade-eyed brunette, and then he remembered that he was nothing more than a guest in that kingdom, and he laughed to himself that if he wanted to get rid of Toji and leave you in isolation he would only have to click a few little political buttons. But the idea of isolating you at court didn't appeal to the young prince because it meant making you even more closed off to him than you already were. 

And when he thought about the situation, it seemed that his house of playing cards crumbled like sand when hit by ocean water. Ocean water that, unlike his apprehensive eyes at that moment, was calm and patient. 

“Does she talk about me to you?” 

The question came out of Gojo before he could stop himself, Toji held back to glare at the prince and weigh his response options in silence. 

“You think I'm her gossip partner?” 

“No, but other than that green-haired servant you're the only person she has here, in this kingdom,” Satoru replied, “So by some very basic reasoning that even you can do, it's kind of obvious that she’d talk to you more than...,” he was going to add ‘me’, “Anyone else.” 

A mocking chuckle escaped Toji's lips before he sat back down and crossed his arms, “Between a girl and a man, she’ll always choose to talk to a girl, even an idiot like you can come to that conclusion, Gojo.” 

After that, the two of them were silent... until Satoru realized that Toji had not answered the original question and spoke, “You didn't answer, Toji.” 

“No,” Gojo noted that the negative answer was to the original question, “But since you asked me something, can I ask you something else back? To make us even, obviously,” Toji said and Satoru nodded, “Why her? You could have anyone, I guess.” 

That was the question that frustrated Gojo the most. Both as a prince and as a person. Because he knew the answer, but he didn't even want to admit it to himself, let alone to Toji.

The truth was that you were a refreshing novelty in the middle of pages of life already memorized by Satoru Gojo. He knew almost nothing about you. What was your favorite color? What was your favorite food? Did you prefer cats, dogs or rabbits as pets? Did you prefer citrus or sweet scents? Gojo didn't have the answer to any of these questions and many others, but he wanted to, so badly that it was frustrating to know that you almost never gave him a good enough opening to exchange more than four or five words with you. 

“I think it's time for me to go take a shower.” 

Gojo interrupted his own thoughts before already preparing to retreat into the palace again, and Toji tried to grab his trouser bar, but his hand was kicked away and his arm, pushed away with the blunt end of the prince’s sword blade. 

“You didn't even—” 

“I never said I would, Toji-chan!”, was the last thing Satoru said before retreating almost desperately and, after some incredibly long and fast strides, reaching the interior of the palace without even knowing right whether to go to his own room or... 

His eyes went all the way down the hall, finding your bedroom, his heart skipped a beat. 

Or wait for you in your room. He was just dying for a chance to talk to you, and besides, it wouldn't hurt, would it? At most you would be scared and ask him to leave your room, but it was worth it to at least try to get a crumb of your attention. 

Gojo slowly turned in the direction of where the door to your room was hidden and entered to look around for details in the decoration that had been placed by you, but little had changed, there was very little of your personality imprinted on those walls — it was not such a good surprise for him. 

The place, as always, was beautiful, completely tidy, and always fit for a princess, but Satoru had long ago convinced himself that you would be more comfortable sleeping with him, in his bed, smelling his scent emanating from the pillows and sheets every morning, and with his hands lazily holding you around your waist. 

He walked a bit, still looking around and feeling his nostrils being impregnated by the cologne you had always worn since your arrival. And then, suddenly, his eyes fell on your pillow, which didn't look starched. In fact, it looked too high, as if the mattress had some lump in the wood that caused that unevenness. 

“Hm?” Gojo forced his eyes; maybe his mind was imagining things, “Did Maki forget to tidy the bed?”, the question was to himself as he approached the bed and touched the pillow, pressing two fingers over where the elevation was highest. 

And then he realized that there was something solid below it. 

Gojo's frown creased slowly, one hand sneaked under the pillow, and his fingertips reached for a hard cover, full of reliefs that formed designs in spirals, but which, Satoru realized as he pulled the journal out, formed no actual design. 

Why would you keep a book under your pillow?  

Gojo looked at the front and back cover, it didn't seem to be an unsuitable journal, in fact: it didn't even have a name. It just looked very worn, old, but not necessarily beat up.  

Slowly it was opened, and the reading of two short lines was enough for Gojo to feel his heart stop beating, come back, and stop again. The day and month marking made the function of this journal even clearer. 

It was a diary. Your diary. 

A shiver ran down Gojo's back, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind. His eyes went from the diary to the ajar bedroom door, the feeling of having the golden opportunity slowly creeping up on him at the same time that the guilt for having considered invading your privacy made him feel like a criminal. 

The chance to know if you talked about him, even thought about him, was literally between his fingers. Right there, in front of him. 

“Fuck,” Satoru muttered and ran his tongue over lips before looking at the door again. 

A sigh escaped from the back of his throat, the journal slowly pushed under your pillow again, and slowly Gojo walked to the door. 

If he spent too much time inside there, maybe his mind would change and he was going to have to live with the guilt of having read your nastiest thoughts until he died. 

Guilt somewhat different from the fatigue you were feeling when you returned to your bedroom almost two hours later. Your fingers calloused from trying to play the piano with the overused partitions of the Gojo family's private piano teacher. The only things you wanted after that was to write down how hellish your day was in the same diary touched by the prince some time before, and to go to sleep. 

So as soon as you fell into bed after closing the door, your hands went looking for that little journal. And a shiver ran down your spine faster than the teacher had made you sit on the fluffy stool in front of the piano hours before. 

The diary was still there, but it was different. It was much farther away from the edge of the pillow than you remembered it being.  

Immediately, you threw the pillow away and gripped it so tightly; if it were older the cover would probably tear with the force you used. A relief came over you as soon as you saw that it was still closed, almost untouched, but still: its original position had been tampered with. 

Had some servant found it and returned it to its place, thinking it was some book brought from the Zen'in realm? 

You left the room and, as luck would have it, saw a servant walking down the hall with a basket of clothes. 

“Excuse me!” you called out to her and immediately earned a long, angled bow from her, “Miss wouldn't know to tell me if, perhaps, you even saw someone entering one of the rooms in this hall today?” 

One of her eyebrows arched and you realized how fast-breathing you were, looking like a neurotic lunatic. 

“Lady, I believe the only people who walked these halls besides me, Your Grace and other servants, was the prince coming from his training with Lord Fushiguro who is accompanying you.” 

Gojo wouldn't have...? Would he? 

Your heart beat even harder, your fingers sank into the sides of the journal still between your hands and a forced smile began to form on your lips, “A-Alright, I just... I’ve been a little paranoid these days and...,” you bit your lower lip; why exactly were you explaining yourself to a servant girl? 

“Thank you, Miss, for your time and information,” you said before entering the bedroom again and closing the door tightly, finally letting the young woman go on her way to the palace laundry. 

The anxiety was eating you up inside and making you imagine possible occasions that never happened, would happen, or will happen. It was clear that you would not be able to sleep today if you did not know whether or not Gojo had read anything that was written there.  

For the first time in months, you, without Maki's help or comments, changed from a tight dress into a gown suitable for nighttime walks around the palace, and the only thing that accompanied you with your thoughts in a million through the halls was your cold sweaty hands, which knocked in front of a tall wooden door as soon as you stopped walking. It was not Gojo's, it would be improper for a young girl like you to be seen entering his room at that time of night. 

“Who's it?” 

“It's me, Toji...,” you replied, the door slowly opened. 

By his clothes, Toji looked like he was about to take a shower to change for dinner. And by yours, he imagined you were about to go to sleep. 

“Why are you walking around in these clothes?” 

“That's not important at the moment, Toji,” you replied and he crossed his arms. 

“Isn't it? How can it not be important that you are almost without clothes in the middle of—” 

“May I ask where Gojo is?” you interrupted him and saw that it looked like Toji had almost seen a ghost, especially when a hand of his forcefully took hold of your arm, squeezing it lightly. 

“Are you going to meet with Gojo Satoru?!” 

“W-What?” you felt shame burn inside your cheeks, “Why are you asking me that?! Do I look like someone who is going to meet Gojo Satoru?!” 

His eyes sliding down your clothes slowly was the silent answer you needed before opening your mouth again, “I am not! I just... need to ask him something, do you know where he is?” 

Toji took a deep breath and leaned one of his elbows on the doorframe, “I can't tell you for sure, but the last time I saw him again after we finished our afternoon fun, he was at the gardens, the ones with that flower's labyrinth, you must know of each one I'm talking about, right?” 

“And was that still tonight? Or earlier?” you asked and he raised only one finger, indicating that the first option was the correct one, “Sure... I will, you know, talk to him, if you'll excuse me and—” 

“I don't, I can't let you go walking around in those clothes and on top of that going to meet Gojo Satoru. And if you two are seen, hm? Would you enjoy having your father come and pick you up in a carriage if it comes to his ears that you've been falling for a Gojo?” 

You stared at Toji, then looked down at his hand still holding you by the arm. Damn, you just wanted to know whether or not Satoru had read your diary, why was Toji suddenly caring so much about what you do or fail to do with Satoru? 

“No one will know anything if you and he keep your mouths zipped, Toji,” you spoke up and swallowed dryly before adding: “And I can't ask you to come with me because... it's something personal, okay?” 

“Something personal that you need to sort out in the gardens with none other than Satoru Gojo?" he frowned and opened a wry smile before denying with his head, “I'll with you, Y/N.” 

You were horrified. 

“W-What?! No! Toji!” you tried to stop Toji as he walked into his room and grabbed one of his coats, “It's just a conversation! Stop acting like we're hiding some—” 

“Wear this,” he threw the coat over you, your face and shoulders, before leaving the room and locking the door from the outside, “I already said I'm going with you.” 

You felt like yelling at him, like throwing that coat in his face. 

“Toji, wait!” you ran to walk him down the hall and grabbed his wrist with all the strength you could muster, until you made him stop walking and look at you, “If you're coming with me, I need you to promise me that you won't listen to anything,” as soon as he opened his mouth to refuse the request, you were quicker, “Please, that's the only thing I ask of you today.” 

Toji could sense how anxious, almost desperate, you were by the way your fingers squeezed the skin of his wrist. And, for the first time, he mentally recognized that the matter must be serious. 

“Okay,” he let go of your hand and picked up his coat that you had been holding up until then to place it over your shoulders in the proper manner, “I'll just walk with you and stand outside the garden, is that okay?” 

“That's perfect, Toji,” you replied allowing yourself to open a small smile before accompanying him down the corridor that eventually led to the main hall. 

The walk to the gardens was silent, until the moment the flower’s labyrinth began and Toji stopped before facing you and speaking, “He's always in the middle of the labyrinth, so if you pass four rights and a left, you can get there faster.” 

You nodded in agreement and, without looking at your fellow traveler and path, you entered the floral maze calmly, counting the rights and lefts as told by Toji and, in the middle of a tall circle, indeed stood Satoru Gojo, with a shirt unbuttoned to just below his collarbones and his hair tousled. It was an ordinary end of the day for him, who always went there to try to de-stress or feel better. 

“Your Majesty?” you called, and Gojo, thinking he was starting to hear things, looked to the side, only to see you standing there holding Toji's coat over your shoulder.  

“M-Milady?” he huffed as he noticed how his voice wavered and straightened his posture, “Pardon me, I wasn't expecting visitors, but to what do I owe the honor?” 

“I’d like to ask you something, Your Majesty,” you felt your own anxiety grow; it was the first time you were talking alone, without anyone else, without Toji, without Gojo's parents, without gossiping servants, “But, I ask right now that you don't think I'm accusing you of something you didn't do, yes?” 

Satoru swallowed dryly, but agreed with his head before sitting down on the cold stone bench with hands over his lap. 

“Today, it came to my attention that a very specific thing in my room has been moved around and... in short, this thing is very important to me, I have had it for a long-time and...” your hands began to sound cold; eyes were fixed on the floor without the courage to face Gojo's, “You must know how I feel, right? When someone goes through your things and...,” you heard the rustling of his clothes and as you raised your eyes a little, you realized that he was getting up and walking in front of you, “Please, Your Majesty, don't send me to—” 

Before you could finish speaking, Satoru took one of your cold hands and raised it to make you look at him as well.

“Milady, I have not read your diary.” 

The heat radiating from his fingers to yours made you hold the breath without even realizing it. He was touching you, for the first time. He, Satoru Gojo, was touching you, and so close that you could see the edges of his tucked-in shirt and the bulge of his jutting collarbones. Just as you had fantasized about seeing several times in various pages of your diary. 

And then your eyes really did stare into his. He looked worried about whether you believed him or not, but all you could think about was how close he was and how much you wanted him to get even closer. 

Without stopping to think too long, your other hand caught on the edge of his shirt, pulling him against you, and seconds later your mouth moved against his. 

Satoru was simply speechless, not knowing how to act, he was prepared for anything, even you calling him a liar, except for a kiss. But, just as you gave indications that you were about to pull away in the face of his lack of response, his hands clamped around your waist and on the back of your neck while his lips moved against yours, matching your needs and stealing all your breath. 

It was impossible not to let the kiss deepen, his tongue curling into yours, and a mess of hands formed between you and him: yours caressing his shoulders and neck, his groping your waist, pushing Toji's coat away and taking advantage of the moment to feel you completely. Just as your body was burning for his, Gojo's was burning for yours. 

As soon as the air ran out, his lips slid from yours to your neck and a sequence of shivers ran through your body, sliding down your back, past your waist and concentrating between your thighs. Your hips moved against his leg and a moan escaped his throat; a moan that reminded you that maze of flowers was not so far from where Toji still stood. 

“Y-Your Majesty, I—,” you gasped as you felt Satoru's hands pinning you against his body and your head fell back, your eyes staring at the entrance to the maze through which you had arrived at that spot, “Cannot, this, do this, Y-Your Highness—” 

A hand of yours pulled him by the hair away from your neck and you bit your lip at the sight of his dilated pupils and face completely lost in desire. He looked even more handsome now. 

“I need, need to go back, Satoru,” you whispered, and as you noticed his face draw closer to yours to kiss you again, your body pulled away a little more, “We shouldn't... this kind of thing in public, we shouldn't do this.” 

“Then come to my room tomorrow,” he spoke breathlessly and you denied with your head before you knelt down to get Toji's coat, “If you don't come to my room, I will feel obligated to go to yours, Milady.” 

“If you do, Toji will kill you, I'm not even joking, Satoru,” you walked toward the same path you had taken to get there. 

“Toji?” a chuckle escaped Satoru as he ran towards you and pulled you by the wrist to make you stop walking, “You don't know him very well, do you?” 

You looked at Gojo over your shoulder not knowing exactly what he was referring to and he continued, “Look at him, Milady, look at him closely and you will see how much he wants to get under your skirts,” you were about to say it didn't make sense but wasn’t given the chance to, “You know I'm right; you know if you did to him what you did to me today he wouldn't hesitate to press you down on that bench and spread your legs.” 

“This...,” you started to speak, not knowing exactly what to say, “Nonsense, Your Majesty, now... if you'll excuse me...,” you walked away, but thought it best to stop in the middle of the maze to normalize your breathing and straighten your hair, just like the coat over your shoulders. 

If Toji noticed anything different, besides the fact that you didn't raise your eyes to face him, you were told nothing. The only things he did as he left you safe and sound in your room were to kiss the back of your hand and wish you a good night's sleep.  

But a good night's sleep was the last thing you got. Several times when you closed your eyes, your mind made a point of remembering Gojo, his kiss, the warm feeling of his hands on your body, and then him talking about Toji. 

In the middle of the night, you were staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Your thoughts wouldn't let you sleep. And most of all, the tingling sensation between your legs that you no longer knew if it came from the desire to have Gojo touch you again or from the possibility that Toji really liked you more than you thought. However, whatever was the cause of it, you fell asleep eventually out of sheer exhaustion. 

Maki, already in the morning, came into your room and seeing you sleeping so deeply, realized that it was better to let you sleep a little longer. She just didn't expect that you would wake up around lunch time only. 

“Good morning, sunshine,” she said, watching you roll over in bed and opening the windows as you shoved your face under the pillow, “C'mon! It's lunch time yet! Wake up, Milady, you can't stay in bed all day long.” 

You grunted and agreed with the head before getting up and being directed to the bathroom with Maki's hands on your shoulders. 

She was right: you couldn't stay in bed all day long, but you could stay in your room and that's exactly what you did for most of it, until early evening fell and the anguish of staring more and more at your bedroom door waiting for Gojo to walk through it seemed to get worse and worse. Maybe he was just waiting for you to open it with a sideways smile — but he wasn't, you found that out as soon as you opened it and felt like an idiot, staring at the floor in front of you. 

At least the hallway was empty. Empty enough that the only noise was your breath, so empty that maybe if you went to Satoru's room no one would intercept you. You bit your lip at the thought and almost unconsciously your feet started to walk, walk, walk until you reached the front door of his room that was strangely unguarded by any guards. 

It seemed even... rehearsed, programmed. 

The door suddenly opened and you covered yourself with your arms for fear that it was a guard or someone from court coming out, but it was worse than that. 

“He told me to open it for you,” the mouth below jade eyes said and you felt a shiver run down your back as you noticed the deep tone he chose to use. 

“He?” 

“Don't act like a fool right now, Milady,” Toji replied and the door opened a little wider for you to enter and stand side by side inside Gojo's luxurious room. 

“Oh, you came a little later than I anticipated, but here you are anyway,” the prince said and stood up from the bed, letting you see that his clothes were not that different from yesterday, the only difference was a harness around his thighs and waist, “Come here, Milady,” a hand of his called out to you and remained spread in the air only to be caught by you seconds later. 

You could feel Toji's watchful, interrogative gaze burning into your back and the feeling of being watched by him combined with the shiver running through your body when Gojo kissed your hand with eyes fixed on yours made the same tingle from yesterday appear, “I came here to apologize for yesterday, Your Majesty.” 

It was a lie, you both knew that, but Toji did not, “For yesterday?” 

“We kissed yesterday,” Gojo replied to Toji and stood up without releasing your hand, his eyes not straying from yours, “Actually, she kissed me and I must admit I had no intention of letting her come back to you yesterday, Toji-chan, but Milady was... worried, to say the least.” 

Your hand was slowly released and Satoru circled your body before facing Toji and speaking again, “She was worried that you might kill me if I gave her more than one kiss and I admit again that at the time I could barely contain my laughter because I know you wouldn't do that, Toji-chan, quite the contrary: you'd be wondering why she didn't choose you, wouldn't you? Since, y'know, you want to fuck her so badly that you can barely avert your eyes from her body since she got here, am I wrong, sir?” 

You didn't see it, but Toji's jaw locked. And the two of them stared at each other for long seconds. 

“Answer, Toji, I’m talking now as your prince, not your sword-mate.” 

He could lie if he wanted to. But that meant breaking a part of his heart that he didn't even know existed. 

“No, Your Majesty, you are not wrong,” and just then Satoru's lips were close to your ear, his breath beating against your cheek and his eyes analyzing your expressions. He could see many things reflected in your eyes, but hurt, anger, or disappointment were not one of them. 

“See, Milady? See how I was correct?” a hand of his reached over your waist to pull your body against his and turn you facing Toji, “And, if I’m still correct, I can tell that you not only want to be fucked by him, but by me too, by the way you look so tense...,” his fingers trailed up your back and brushed against your shoulder to massage the junction of it and your neck, “And the way your thighs are pressing against each other, do you need something between them, Milady? Perhaps my hand? Or his mouth?” 

A heavy hand placed itself on one of Gojo's shoulders and you both looked to the side, only to see Toji as if he was about to break the prince's arm with just one hand, “Stop talking to her like that, can't you tell when you're making a girl uncomfortable?” 

Satoru raised an eyebrow and used his other hand to pull your chin up before whispering close to your ear again, “Tell him, Milady, he deserves to know, don't you think?” 

“Toji, I—,” you licked your lips before continuing, “I want it, want y-you both.” 

A strange aura set between those two men, an aura you couldn't describe or define, but the exchange of glances between them and the way Satoru walked away made it clear that it was Toji who was going to make the first move with you. And his first step took your breath away completely, his hands grabbed your face and pulled your body against his and his mouth suddenly took hold of yours. 

Now, there was no reason for any resistance or hesitation on your part, so your hands immediately placed themselves on the back of his neck to deepen the kiss and your mouth let his tongue enter in. His fingers ghosted across your shoulders, back, waist, and finally placed themselves on your hips possessively only to be pulled away seconds later by the slender hands of Satoru, who pulled you back and pushed you against his bed. 

“She said 'you both', not 'you, Toji',” he sat on the bed with his back resting on the cold headboard and pulled you by one arm to sit on his lap. 

Gojo took your lips in a hurried kiss and tangled his hands in your clothes to start removing them as quickly as you, completely restless on his lap, trying to breathe properly between the kiss and the feeling of having his warm fingers on your body again, allowed. And Toji, on the other hand, approached slowly, still dizzy from having finally kissed you after so long and struggling internally to decide whether or not to continue with the whole thing; to him you didn't seem like the kind of girl who could handle even one guy, let alone two. 

Until he felt you grab one of his wrists and stared at you, seeing your head dropped back, lips parted, and neck being attacked by Satoru's lips. 

“Touch me, Toji,” your speech came out as a whisper and the duke moved a little closer, but not enough for you to actually be able to feel his body against yours, so your hand dropped from his wrist to the belt of his pants, finishing bringing him close, “Please, just once do what I want without question, Toji.” 

His pants tightened between his thighs, sanity escaping between his fingers like sand as soon as his hand curled into your hair and pulled your face against his to kiss you again. 

As your breath disappeared again and your hips began grind against one of Gojo's thighs, a mess of hands began to build over your body. You could no longer tell if it was Satoru's or Toji's that were kneading and pinching your tits or that were squeezing your waist and sliding down between your legs. 

You didn't even know whether to moan the name of one of the other before you looked down to the middle of your thighs and saw that, in fact, one hand of each was already on your pussy, the prince's rubbing your clit and your duke's playing with your entrance, feeling the wet mark on your panties getting bigger and bigger as your slick leaked more. 

“She's so—,” Toji began to speak and Gojo added, “Fucking wet, I doubt it’d be hard to just slide into her right now.” 

A small smile appeared on the brunette's lips as his fingers pulled your panties aside and teased your entrance, “You don't know anything about girls if you think you can just fuck them dry, Your Majesty,” and then his long, plump digits slid into you, making you arch your back and desperately cling to Satoru's shoulders. 

A hoarse moan escaped you, close to his ear, and the feeling of being completely opened hit you hard suddenly. 

“Dry, you say?” Gojo arched an eyebrow and rubbed your clit a little harder, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you try to grind your pussy against their hands harder, “Can't you feel how much she’s dripping onto your fingers even when they’re already inside her? You’re the one who doesn't know anything about girls, Toji.” 

“S-Stop it y-you two,” you gasped, about to speak further, but Toji's fingers pressing on your sweetest spot made you lose the posture completely, clinging even tighter to Satoru and whimpering as the hot sensation deep in your belly grew uncontrollably. 

“Oh, there we go,” Toji whispered and slipped his other arm around your waist to keep you still as his fingers began to thrust fast and deep inside you all the while slamming against that same sensitive spot. 

How did he know your body so well? Gojo thought he couldn't be any more jealous of you with the Fushiguro man until he saw you panting, your eyes half-closed and pussy sucking his fingers deeper inside you, for his sake. It was at that moment that the prince, who was supposed to be in control, realized that he was just a boy next to Toji, who was much more experienced. And it got even worse for him as soon as you were pulled up, your back resting against the brunette's chest, and your body, just like the fingers moving in and out of you faster, could be seen completely by Satoru. 

His emerald eyes were on the flushed face surrounded by platinum hair and remained fixed on it even as you let your head fall back over Toji's shoulder and your thighs closed around his hand at the same time your pussy squirted completely and your orgasm crashed over your body clouding your vision and making you moan loudly. 

“Good girl, sweetheart,” he whispered close to your ear, pulled you to the side so the space between him and Gojo was empty and leaned toward the prince after leaving your pulsing pussy with no fingers, “This is how you treat a girl, Your Majesty,” Toji licked his fingers, wiping them clean of your juices, and slapped them against Gojo's red tinged cheek. 

Satoru's pants became even tighter, how dare Toji? 

A chuckle escaped him and his hands took hold of your waist to pull you onto his lap again, “Shut up, Toji.” 

Just then, you still dizzy after your climax heard the sounds of buckles and buttons being opened and groped and by the time you managed to focus the attention on one of them again, you could see their hands around their shafts. The duke was fatter, he could fill you much better, the prince was longer, he could go deeper, but regardless of who was going to bury himself inside you first, you knew you were going to be stretched to the limits and thought you were ready for it until Satoru pulled you a little closer and held you by the waist exactly over his cock. 

Differently than expected, he was slow, calm. First the puffy tip, then inch by inch. The sensitivity of your raw walls rubbing against his throbbing veins made both you and him moan loudly, his face sinking into the curve of your neck and your head falling back with eyes closed tightly, only opening when his dick was swallowed to the base and you began to feel uncontrollably full. 

“Fuck,” Gojo gasped and raised his dilated pupil eyes to face you, “So fucking tight, sucking me in so hard,” a hand of his placed itself on the back of your neck and seconds later your lips were on his in a kiss interrupted several times by your moans and his; moans caused by his cock going in and out of your tight pussy, by your juices running down his veins and making a sticky mess with his precum. 

Satoru was rutting into your heat without caring that one of Toji's hands had slid down your crotch and was now rubbing your clit furiously and you could barely think straight about anything other than his swollen tip kissing your cervix, about how you wanted him to go even deeper and how good it felt to have him inside you. 

“H-Harder, please,” you gasped, and neither of them could tell if you were speaking to them solely, but even so, Toji and Gojo followed your request immediately and the perfect response came with your walls clenching down on the prince's long cock and the wet sounds getting even louder. 

You felt two mouths latch onto either side of your neck and it was the incentive you needed to finally cum again, harder than before and pull Satoru's climax almost at the same time. The only reason your body didn't fall backwards with the spasms was that the duke's chest was against your back and the possessive hands of the man below you were holding you by the waist as he finished filling you to the brim. 

He wanted to stay inside you much longer, shoved deep and making every drop of his cream be absorbed, but Toji wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you back until your pussy was free of Gojo's shaft and could be filled by him. 

“Think you can take me after Gojo, princess?” the brunette whispered and you looked at him over one shoulder before agreeing with the head and placing hands over his on your body. 

“Can, I-I can,” you felt Satoru's cum begin to leak down your thighs at the same time Toji's cock placed itself between them, “Do it, I-I wan—ngh!” 

He slammed deep inside your pussy, fucking Satoru's cum even deeper and making you gasp suddenly. You could tell a glaring difference between Toji and the prince: in the former's hands you were almost a fleshlight, your body rising and falling according to his deep, hard thrusts, and in the latter's, a little doll about to break. But, neither of the two didn't make you feel wanted, desired. 

The pain of overstimulation was beginning to mix with the pleasure caused by the pace inside you, and now you could barely keep your eyes open. The overwhelming feeling starting to be too much for your trembling body to handle, Toji's hands holding you being the perfect blessing not to let you just fall forward from exhaustion and his dick twitching against your gummy walls until they clenched tightly and his hips forced against yours erratically at the same time as his milk joined Gojo's inside you. 

Before leaving you lying on the bed next to Satoru, the duke left small kisses on your neck and caressed your waist. You realized that the arms that hugged you and propped you up a little better on the soft bed were Gojo's, and for the next few minutes all you did was normalize your breathing and try not to fall asleep. 

The loud sound of pants buttons being stirred made you awake from your state of near-sleep and look around, your attention falling on Toji who was gathering his own clothes and placing them on his body again. 

“Where—Toji! Where are you going?” 

He looked at you with an arched eyebrow, “Finish some things I should have already done if Your Majesty hadn't made me stay in this room for almost 2 hours before you arrived, Milady,” and then you both looked at Satoru who was running his hand nonchalantly between his hairlocks, “Besides...,” he approached the bed again and lifted your face slightly with his fingers on your chin, “I believe my job of taking care of you is finished for today,” his thumb brushed across your lips and you felt the shame burn inside your cheeks as he turned away, finished buttoning his own pants and walked to the bedroom door. 

Nothing more was said by Toji after the door slammed and only Satoru and you were left.  

Your mouth opened to say that it was also time for you to go back to your bedroom yourself, but Gojo was quicker this time, “You're sleeping here today, Milady,” you barely managed to stifle the silly smile that appeared on your lips upon hearing him and he took advantage of this small gap to rise up on his elbows, stand over your body with one hand on either side of your head and tilt his face towards with lips hovering over yours, “And for the rest of your days too, if that's the way you want it.” 

What followed next was him putting himself between your legs and kissing you more eagerly than before. 

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[woahjo]

*Clearing throat*

Random BUT May I hear your thoughts on roommate satoru?

i got this at work yesterday and GENUINEEELLLYYY tweaked out..

i said this last night and it goes doubly for roommate / housemate katsuki but whenever u mention other friends he gets a little weird. other friends? wdym other friends we're all we need?????? like... oddly possessive of u.

and of course, he's attractive and he knows it and he can kind of tell you think so too from the way you avert your eyes when he gets out of the shower, low-hanging towel revealing a happy trail of silver hair going up his tummy. satoru teases you and at first it's just fun, like playing with a toy.. but it becomes more than that... insufferable. and suguru TOLD HIM not to fuck his roommate because it's going to cause problems but honestly... he's starting to want to disregard that advice.

i also think that he's the type to just lay down in ur bed and be generally clingy like "oh, it's comfy in here, let me in" or make two servings of whatever food he's cooking unless supplies are limited and the food is precious, in which case he'll throw a fit until your pouting makes him cave.

clean tho!! he's def clean, which is good. i can't imagine gojo letting a space get disgusting / too dirty.

anyway... biggest trait of roommate gojo is that he's possessive and defensive of your... friendship. his roommate. his friend. his thing to tease. what do you mean you're going out on a date? he's following u to the restaurant in a disguise.

#cal care package #HMMGGG I like this #a possessive mix of bff and boyfriend even tho he's not your boyfriend #but he definitely wants to be even if he says he doesn't #do not let the sly grin fool u he wants to date u so bad #he def borders on weird in an au like this #weirder than he might usually be #tw.possessiveness #tw.jealousy

[oh-katsuki]

CAL THAT IZU THIRST OMG THAT WAS SO GOOD‼️ HES SO PERFECT OML

I LITERALLY CANNOT EXPLAIN THE WAY I WANT TO BE THE SOURCE OF HIS UGLIEST JEALOUSY.

just think about him wanting you so bad. just him watching the way you act when you're around guys you're into, so fucking jealous that you don't look at him that way.

izuku could fuck you so much better than any of them. he knows it. he's seen the way the girls he's been with keen and cum on his fingers alone. let him take care of you that way. he needs it. he can make you feel things you've never felt before if you just give him a chance.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #[ 💋📞– thirsts ] #growling and barking #thank you!! #tw.jealousy