The More, The Merrier

the more, the merrier

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe itoshi brothers x reader smutㅤㅤ

— f!reader, smut (obviously), stepcest, 17+ minors dni!! 

ㅤㅤmy first ever post, hello! rushed, so it’s sadly only 2K words </3 enjoy!

how exactly did you end up in this position?

you invited rin into your room to study. that's what you told him. to study. so he asked, what did this have to do with sae? to put it truthfully, they've been at each other's throats since you've met them. years ago. at first, you didn't say anything. you were just some little stepsister that came with the package of their father marrying your mother. you only knew of sae from the time your parents made you sit together, and rin because he attended the same school as you. and just like that, you all knew together. of course you did, you were all siblings now. step siblings, to be precise. but that didn't mean you all liked each other, let alone got along. or rather, that didn't mean that they liked each other. sharp glances when the other wasn't looking. quick jabs punctuated with a cold, fake smile. quiet competitiveness that never seemed to end. it was always like that every time you faced them, rin was throwing sae a certain look. or sae had something smart to say about rin. it was always something, always. never a calm day. 

one of your biggest mistakes was inviting them both to your room to study while your parents went out to celebrate their anniversary. the moment you hushed one of them, the other had to throw some snarky remark. to prove they were better, to simply ‘one up’ the other brother. you felt like a toy shared by immature, spoiled siblings. couldn’t they just calm down, and study for once? midterms were coming up, and you were trying really hard not to fail. the moment you walked into their house for the first time and witnessed their glares at each other, you could tell that they would never work together towards something. 

and the same thing continued. even after sae graduated, soon followed by rin. it was something you grew to accept as time flew by. but if that were the case, 

then how did you end up here?

“stand in front of her, idiot.” there’s a hiss from behind you, coming from sae. you didn’t expect it from him, considering how he tried his hardest not to talk to his brother. but then again, this same sae that is pressing your chest into your desk with two fingers pumping in and out of your pussy and a hand wrapped around his cock. 

a cold, smooth voice comes flooding from above you. “shut it, my dear brother.” sarcasm oozed from him, glaring at his older sibling. you’re at eye level at his crotch — in fact, you’re at eye level with both of their crotches, even though sae is standing behind you. a hand tangles itself in your hair, petting you softly. it’s a direct opposite of the way sae is treating you right now. “he should learn how to be quiet more often, right pretty girl?” he cooed, moving a strand of hair from your face.

all you could answer with was moans and babbles. Unintelligent and needy, a high pitched moan slips out instead of a legitimate answer to rin’s question. you were too focused on too many things to try again. The faint smell of a freshly brewed pot of coffee, now going untouched due to your current activities. sae’s soft grunts as he strokes his dick behind you. the  wet, wet noise your pussy makes as it sucks his fingers up greedily. the way rin hums at you, so disarmingly sweet. the way his hands reach into his shorts and untucks his dick.

his cock springs free; half hard and growing harder. almost immediately, rin wraps a hand around his dick and guides it towards your mouth. your plump pink lips part readily, tongue falling out to get a taste of the streak of precum that was just starting to leak from the tip.

“there we go,” your mind vaguely registers rin’s murmured words of encouragement. instead, you’re going cross-eyed at the pleasure you’re receiving from sae as the redhead just discovered the perfect way to angle his thumb as he rubs your clit. there’s an ever-growing pit forming in your stomach that’s making you feel dumb, an orgasm that finds itself as almost there but not quite. still, rin takes advantage of your docile state and takes the opportunity to coax you into covering his dick in thousands of little kitten licks and kisses before sucking on the head. “that’s it, just like that.”

“how does she feel?” sae asks from behind you. his voice sounds rushed, and his tone sounds desperate. if it weren’t for what he’s doing to you- how deep his finds reach inside of you and manage to find all the right places- then you would more than gladly turned around and told him it was okay for him to put it in. you were more than ready for it anyways.

but you couldn’t turn around. you couldn’t even look up to see rin’s face as he answered. so you did the only thing you could do.

you sucked harder.

the pleasure blew rin’s mind, so he groan as he manages to slide his dick further down your throat was satisfying. It was low and deep and exactly what you wanted to hear from him. to prove that you could be as good to him as sae was being to you. “ oh fuck, her mouth is perfect.”

you hum around his dick, the praise making butterflies flutter in your stomach. apparently, that was the right thing to do because the hand in your hair immediately tightens its grip and tugs. You grunt at the sudden roughness, the sound adding the vibration rin was desperately craving. this time, you were ready for a response and were luckily prepared for when he decided to buck into your mouth.

you choke, but only slightly. rin was quick to loosen his grip on your hair after he realized what he had done. whispering soft words of praise, he fucked your mouth lazily- letting you swirl your tongue around and explore all that the black-haired boy had to offer.

“hngh,” Your eyes flicker back as sae lets out a soft hum himself. again, you find yourself upset that you aren’t able to see anything from this angle. though that initial displeasure turns into a sharp bout of anger as he draws his fingers back with an audible “pop.”

although, even that emotion bleeds away as fast as it bubbled up. because you found him spit on his hand and lining his dick up with your entrance as quickly as he took his fingers away from it.

sae breathed a heavy sigh as he eased his dick inside of you, sinking slowly- inch by inch. thankfully, rin had stopped moving in order to let you focus on the slow feeling of being filled to the brim with the older boy’s throbbing cock. your jaw falls slack as your eyes flutter shut. around rin’s dick, you can’t help but start to drool.

if felt good being stuffed at both ends. sae’s hands on your hips made you feel grounded and lusted after. rin’s hand on your hair made you feel loved and cared for. it was good. more than good actually. in fact, it was almost way too good. you didn’t know anything else could top this.

that is, that’s what you thought before they moved.

a loud moan rips through your throat as sae snaps his hips into yours suddenly. and again. and again. and again. and again until suddenly, he’s slamming into you at a rapid pace. It’s quicker than you expected of him, yet he seemed all types of impatient when it came to you today. always making you rush around- to hurry up and bend over your desk. to hurry up and drop your panties. though you can’t say this is something that you’re too mad about.

especially now that he has deep and easy access to the spot inside of you that always seems to make you see stars.

the ravenette’s treatment of your mouth is just a little less rough, but it’s still not what you expected. It’s like he coordinates the way he fucks your mouth in time with his brother’s strokes. he’s quick with taking what he wants from you this time. he wants it perfect. and he knows he can get that with you. he knows he can get that only with you. and if it means working with his rival to have the best opportunity to get in your pants, then so be it.

besides, it’s more fun watching you get dick drunk off of two cocks instead of one.

“good girl, what a good little sister.”  sae’s whispered praise was barely heard of the slapping of skin against skin, yet you relished in his compliments anyways. It causes you to whine- to shift and wiggle your hips as he angled himself perfectly to glide in and out of you. It would be an easy trip due to how long he had spent stretching you out with his long, long fingers if it weren’t for how tightly you were squeezing around his dick. “take it, take it like the whore you are.”

it slightly stung, the way he quickly could switch from such a passionate person to a cold hearted one - but it didn’t matter. not if he was making you feel  this good. but of course, that wasn’t exactly the case with the boy standing in front of you.

“that’s not very 'golden’ of you, nii-san. you should cherish her, you know? ”  rin tuts from above you, using the name you’ve always affectionately called him. he has a hand on your jaw, coaxing you gently to open your mouth wider for him. you give in to his command, easily and he strokes your skin as a reward. you’ve always been eager to please. “She’s only letting you fuck her because she’s a good girl for her brothers. isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

you can only hum out, only half paying attention to the conversation being held above you. it’s not what you care about right now, anyways. If only they knew how long you’ve been dreaming about them. about both of them. at the same time.

“haha. go to hell, rin.” sae’s dry laughter is accented with his hands finding your hips and squeezing hard. he guides your body into bouncing back on his dick in time with his thrusts. it’s a more effective method forcing your growing orgasm to come quicker and quicker. and it’s even more effective for rin to just stand back and allow you to swallow around his dick. it’s a win-win situation for everyone. “let’s see if she even wants you after I’m finished with her, rinrin.” 

well...almost a win-win situation.

a particularly large thrust send’s rin’s cock further down your throat. your hands shoot out, bracing themselves against his shorts as the desk digs into your skin chest uncomfortably. rin barely spares you a second thought as he resorts back to the older hitting it from the back. “it’s not as cute as when she says it. try again.”

“is that so?” a growl tears through the air behind you, and suddenly there’s a hand being wrapped around your neck. the tone is ferocious and feral, and the movement is quick. he pulls your body upwards- arching your back off of the desk the two of them are spit roasting you on. rin’s dick falls from your mouth clumsily as sae leans his body forward and molds his chest with your back. the grip is tight but not tight enough to choke you. it serves as a warning. to you. to him. “my sincerest apologizes, little brother.”

sae’s words are clipped with anger and competitiveness- the same competitiveness that you used to hate over all these years- as he takes over complete control of the situation. from this angle, you’re almost at eye level with rin- only able to look at him through your lashes as sae’s grip on your neck forces you to move exactly in time with him while limiting your mobility.

you can practically feel the dark smile against your skin as he renders your body completely useless. your voice grows louder and louder by the second. it easily bounces off of your room’s walls and echoes in your own ears. you sound like a whore. a needy, desperate whore for her step brothers.

and you love it.

rin meets your half-lidded eyes with a wink. your brain moves so, so slowly compared to the fast thrusts burying a cock deep inside your cunt but you’re able to read the look on his face in just a second. the possessive hand around your neck tries to claim you, but it does little else but poses as a challenge to conquer for rin.

and yet, he’s instigating. he knows just how to rile up his brother to the point that he’s about to snap. all so he can get what he wants, just this once. 

because sae is challenging him too.

“you know…” rin’s tone is as lazy as the way he strokes his dick in front of you. you miss having it in your mouth. you miss holding it for him, keeping it warm, and tasting him. and you know he misses it too. but there’s more to enjoy from you. more than you want him to enjoy from you. “i’d be more inclined to forgive you if you let me have a turn with that cute cunt of hers. So that being said…”

both brothers have always been able to work together. they just needed something that was truly worth working towards.

And somehow, that ended up being about fucking you.

“pass to me, will you?”

who should i write for next?? send in reqs pls & ty!! ^_^

dear writers who are slower/take more time with their writing or writers who are on hiatus or writers who are trying to find their voice again, i see you and i love you and you are valid

──✧ ˚ · “ 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐞

*.✧ ft. 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧 / mentions of itoshi sae

*.✧ your stepbrother can't get enough of you, not even in front of prying eyes that mirror his own.

*.✧ wc: 4.8k. cw: nsfw, very dark content, dub-con, stepcest, fem reader, public sex/exhibitionism, misuse of power, slight angst, forbidden love kinda vibe (you're each others first love :( ). characters are in their early to mid twenties, rin is a pro player and so is sae obvi // notes: inspired by this ask by 🐇 anon ! part 2 coming soon :)

rin-nii?

he turns his head to the door before you're even finished speaking or the turtleneck rests around his throat comfortably. he'd like to think it's just his quick reflexes and attentive nature - but that would be a blatant lie, something to drown out the wailing of his morals as they get crushed under your foot when you step into the bathroom.

(he's not a liar - he's known for many traits, and one of them is his unfailingly sharp tongue and honest nature.)

you look stunning as ever, a dusting of pink on your cheeks - a result of the past hour you've spent in front of your vanity - and he just knows you're so well aware that he loves this look on you. if you weren't, there would be no trace of that little sparkle in your eyes, a playful glint behind the curtain of thick lashes.

it's a little game you're playing, one that's so different from the many different ones that you've engaged in during your childhood years.

(but then again, nothing is the same as it used to be, isn't it?)

rin wishes that the immediate switch of his attention whenever you are around was an effect of his observant, always alert temperament. that he was this way with everyone else, teammates and friends or maybe even reporters and fans as they surround him after a game.

but it's not, and the realization is pushed to the back of his mind as quickly as it appears, pulling at his heartstrings and tightening their loop.

he knows, god of course he knows that it's because you're his little sister.

it's always been this way, ever since his parents brought you home for good. big, hopeful eyes, hiding behind long and luscious lashes that mirrored his and sae's so much, people would laugh and say that you were meant to be family - the very first time he saw the look on your face, he made it his goal to always keep you safe and sound. he's never really felt anything like it before, maybe because he was the one looked after until that point. their relationship with sae was sweet, something every parent would wish to see between their children - a shared passion bringing them so close, their bond was unbreakable.

until it wasn't, and a mere thought of the eldest itoshi sibling was enough to make you weep into the pillows. it was something rin would listen to through the wall separating your rooms, wishing, hoping he'll eventually find a way to make the pain subside - all while dealing with his own heartbreak that made his chest ache and the discoloration under his eyes grow deeper.

oh, if he knew. if only there was a sign, a single warning that the way to heal you both would be everything you could ever wish to experience and feel, but nothing you should be going through with each other.

"are you done? mama called, said they're almost at the restaurant already.." you say, fingers fiddling with the hem of your dress.

he hums under his breath, turns back to face the mirror and fix the wool around his neck, tucking the sweater into his black slacks. "yeah, you can go get your shoes on, love."

sometimes, when the weight of your relationship settles down on his shoulders and eats away at his conscience, he remembers that it takes two to play out the filth that silently stains your family name.

usually, the reminder comes in a form of touch - light but sensual, feigning innocence but it has played out too many times before to pass as accidental. and now, it's there again. a pair of arms sneaking around his slender waist, hands gently grabbing on the flesh, fisting at the smooth fabric of his sweater.

you press your temple against his shoulder blade, a soft hum slipping past your lips as your hands slide lower, subtly pushing away rin's own as he's about to fasten his zipper.

"i wasn't rushing you, though, nii-chan." it's breathy, a teasing drop to your voice as nimble fingers push up the hem of his sweater, then dip past the elastic of his boxers. "told her we'll be late."

rin watches in the mirror as your hand eases his already hardening cock out, grabbing at his balls and making him suck in a breath. you wrap your fingers around the very base of his length, the girth too much to let you circle your hand fully, and you sigh softly against his back when he tenses up.

"stop," he rasps and moves to grab at your wrist. "of course we'll be late, you took fucking hours to get ready."

it's a bit harsher than he wanted it to be, but you turn a deaf ear to it. in fact, there's a slight chuckle coming from behind him as you give his cock an experimental stroke - firm and languid, something to try and ignite the familiar pull in his tummy.

he swallows back a moan then forces your hands off of him, more bluntly this time, before tucking himself back in.

"you're no fun," your mumble bleeds into something bordering a whine as rin turns back around to face you and grabs your jaw, hard. "mean, even."

it's jumbled through your pursed lips, pinkish pout looking so taunting to rin as he glares down at you. but it's still playful, pulling at his restraints as you go the extra mile to bat your eyelashes at him.

he groans.

"stop playin' around," he mumbles, then leans down to press his mouth to yours. it's sweet but firm, makes you grip at his sweater and stand on your tiptoes, chasing the feeling of his tongue pushing against your own.

a slap echoes through the bathroom as he smacks your ass, the surprised squeal muffled by his lips before you manage to tear yourself off of him.

"hey!" you exclaim, brows furrowed, but your hands move to smooth out the fabric of his sweater anyway. "this was uncalled for."

he looks down at you, an amused kind of smile pulling at his lips and despite the unsatisfied heat pooling in your stomach, it makes you smile right back. simply because while he's grown a bit softer over the years, compared to his teenage self, the sight of your step-brother smiling was still seldom and something to behold.

"yeah, sure. don't play dumb with me, pretty." he gives your bottom a gentle pat instead, as if to soothe the heated skin and rush you at the same time. "now let's go, don't want to keep 'em waiting."

as you press one last peck to his mouth and turn to step out of the bathroom, right into his bedroom that now the two of you share whenever you come back to kamakura, there's a strange sensation of relief washing over his regretful heart.

if what you're doing is beyond salvation, then the both of you shall rot together.

'cause he never was the lone sinner - if anything, you were even worse.

✧

for a brief second, you wonder if anyone can tell.

the waiter, an elderly man that you vaguely recall serving you even years back when you were children, that now gives a small nod and leaves your table after filling your glasses with deep maroon wine; your mother, as she chats with your father about something you just couldn't pay attention to; and finally, your eldest brother, as he sits right across from you at the mahogany table - turquoise eyes looking as bored as always, which only makes your thoughts spiral further.

does he know?

if so, then he mustn't be surprised at all, judging from the monotone look he gives you - but then again, his indifference also should worry you to no end.

because what you're doing is objectively wrong. goes against anything your parents ever put in your head, the ethics that they made sure you held close to your heart until the end of time. it's wrong in every way possible, but somehow, it never kept you up at night, not even once. maybe because it started years before your sense of morality formed, brain still in process of putting itself together. maybe because when you first looked at your nii-chan as a boy, and not just your brother, you were merely a stupid teenager, struggling to fill the void that sae left by going to spain and then coming back only to wound you with venom in his words.

either way, you're just curious - if anyone ever just thought of you and your precious, lovely nii-san being anything but just siblings, a loving family bound with a bond so strong, he felt the need to show you the world and bring you along with him when he left to pursue his career.

you want to think that you wouldn't care, ignore the judgement and just grab at rin-nii's arm, look up at him with nothing but trust and unconditional love.

but deep down, you know - you feel the dread as it gnaws and eats away at your insides, the fear almost substantial - that if they were ever to find out, you'd want the earth to swallow you whole.

"got any boy on your radar, sweets?"

your eyes are absent for a second longer as you turn to look at your mom - who smiles at you from her seat, warm but amused at your zoning out.

"h-huh?" the slight furrow of your brow makes rin snort from beside you, "no.. no, not really."

it's sweet, he thinks, the way you make it sound as if there's just not anyone that took an interest in you. as if you didn't act as a magnet to the hungry gazes of men all around, whether it be at your campus, the stadium as you go and pick him up from practice, or simply at the street when you both take a stroll. as if he didn't have to stare them down, a glare so cool and threatening there usually wasn't a need to even open his mouth and snarl.

"eh, that's good i guess. you should be focusing on keeping up the scholarship, anyway." your father chimes in as he brings the glass up to his mouth and sips.

yeah, you think, and just coincidentally, rin happens to wonder the same. there's no need for anyone. no one but him.

there's a gentle screech of your chair sliding across the hardwood floor as rin reaches under your seat and pulls you to his side. you jolt at the action, slight laughter bouncing off the table. even sae's looking at you with an entertained kind of stare as rin reaches a hand up to ruffle your hair.

it's playful, but still so gentle - just barely affectionate, in a way that only you can recognize. it makes your cheeks heat up, gaze bashfully moving to the side.

"no worries. i'll make sure no dirtbag keeps that head busy." rin quips, a ghost of a smile on his lips and it earns him a few chuckles and affirmations from your parents.

of course he will, if there's ever any fool delirious enough to try and shoot his shot and sweep you off your feet. but despite his possessiveness and borderline territorial nature, there shall never be no need for that - simply because you'll never, ever have eyes for anyone else but your nii-chan.

just when you're about to tilt your head to glance at the ravenette, there's an all too familiar feeling of a warm, large palm settling on your thigh comfortably - high enough to let the pinky finger tease at your groin, barely an inch away from your panties.

it's more than enough to render your body putty, frame stiffening and eyes drooping slightly as the first thing they search for is sae.

he's always been anything but dumb, sharp eyes observing everything around and able to make out every tiniest detail, whether it be someone's position on the field or the slightest expression on somebody's face. what's worse, he never hesitated to point it out - voice it loud and clear whenever something was about to go off the rails or it has already irritated him.

but this time, as your eyes lock, there's just the usual bored look written on his stupidly handsome features, and he even lifts his brows in a silent question, what?

you shake your head a bit with a shrug, shifting in your seat as you break the eye contact - but rin must misinterpret the movement as an attempt of getaway. that's what you think with the way his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your upper thigh, then slide further to the side, ring finger now teasing at your core.

a breath hitches in your throat when you finally steal a glance to your stepbrother - and you're dumbfounded to find he's not even looking anywhere in your direction. what's worse, he even picks up a conversation with your mom, probably some sort of stupid small talk that he's capable of carrying only with a few people - that being your closest family and yourself. you can faintly make out that it's something about the recent transfer offer that rin got from no other club than real madrid itself.

there's a sort of desperate look in your eyes, there must be, as you feel the pad of his finger slip past the soft silk of your thong and dip between your folds, where moist already collects.

"did i accept?" rin echoes, repeats your mother's question in fake consideration, "hm, not really. they didn't offer me anywhere near what i'm looking for." rin hums and it breaks you out of the spell he cast on you with his feather light, but oh so teasing touches. you glance back to your mom, and the glob of saliva gets stuck in your throat as rin's finger grazes along your clit - more forcefully this time, rubbing an agonizingly slow and tight circle on the nub. "they having some finance issues, sae?"

please, please don't - it sounds out so desperately in your mind, you wish, pray that rin hears it as he purposefully brings your older brother's attention to him - to you, sitting within an arms reach next to him, probably looking like you've just seen a ghost. or, like you've just ran a marathon - you can't really tell, cause the slow but firm pace that rin moves his fingers at makes your body tremble with waves of both heat and ice cold sweat.

even as you hold sae's stare, just as unbothered as always, from the corner of your eye you can see rin's jaw slack and eyes darken.

you watch the redhead lean back in his seat, fingers mindlessly drumming on the edge of the table. "huh? what're ya talking about?" he's taunting him, and god you know it's no good news. "they sent you an offer or something? sorry, rin, but that mustn't be any big news back there 'cause i've never even heard of it."

his voice is monotone yet soft, and just as always, your parents seem to be oblivious to the sharp blow that sae's hidden behind the words, because they don't even bat an eye - instead, you can faintly hear them mumble something to each other, busy in their own conversation.

you bite back a yelp as rin's fingers only seem to press down on your throbbing clit even harder as he leans back as well, as if to further expand the distance between him and the older itoshi, "maybe you would've, if you didn't have your head up your ass all the time, yeah?"

there's an annoyed lilt to rin's tone and as much as you'd usually worry over his temper being toyed with, the sound only makes even more juices ooze out, caught by rin's middle finger as he dips it to prod at your fluttering hole.

"nii chan, stop-"

you breathe out, the frustration - desperation - so pronounced in your voice, you miss the way sae smirks at the sound. he's so fucking oblivious, it makes rin want to smack the amused expression right of his face. he could bet his all that he has no slightest idea that you, begging so sweetly, had anything to do with him having you creaming on his fingers - and very little to do with the fact that your older brothers were fighting, as always.

but oh god, if that doesn't make his cock even harder in his pants, then he's delusional.

"see, stop bitching. you know she doesn't like it." sae cuts the thick tension with a knife, and moves his eyes to you, where you sit so weirdly stiff, eyes moist and bottom lip caught between your teeth, almost drawing blood.

in all honesty, you don't know which makes your mind reel more - the sensation and pleasure itself, or the sheer obscenity of the act and how it feels lewder than anything else your brother has ever done to you before.

cause there's been plenty of disgusting things he's made you do - starting from the way he'd have you send short, but oh, so filthy videos of yourself, showing the wetness pool in your little underwear, manicured nails pushing the flimsy material aside to reveal the sheen clinging to your cunt. m'being good, nii-chan, promise, you'd whimper, needy and breathy as you can already imagine what he's about to do as soon as he gets your text. the scenario would play out every time he had to leave for an away game, pressing a kiss to your temple as you dropped him off at the airport. due to the early hour, there's barely any people around at the gate, and so he allows himself the smidge of affection your way. you're gonna be a good girl for me, right, love? show me how well behaved you are? you'd only nod softly, hands cupping his cheeks as he leans down to give you a chaste kiss. f'course, rin nii. always.

but that was only the very tip of the iceberg - and you know it. and yet, rin stuffing you full of his fingers, prodding at all the spots that would usually make you mewl and cry out - all while getting purposely riled up over his brother's usual ignorance - might just take the crown.

you know he's insane, there was never a doubt about it from the very first time he's had you spread out for him, the zoned out look in his eyes making you shiver. it was so familiar - he was your stepbrother after all, the one you've grown up with, attached by the hip - and yet nothing like him at the same time, as if a switch flipped. you can recall it was right after he came home from the final u20 world cup game japan has played out. he has just turned nineteen and you've came to the game dressed in his jersey, with his name on your back, and yet, with some another fucking sleazy guy standing next to you on the bleachers. as if to taunt him. tease him, make his blood boil even further.

you're mine, you can still remember the way he groaned it against your lips, made you cry with the way he bullied himself right inside of you. you hear me? you're all fucking mine, you know y'are. bet he didn't feel anything like it. if you by now weren't sure about rin, your sweetest nii-chan, the best big brother you could've ever wished for being your one and only love, then at that point, you vaguely recall all restraints breaking. i love you, nii chan. please- ngh- please, rin, love y'so much. m'all yours, promise, no one elses, rinnie.

yeah. he's fucking insane, unhinged and out of his mind when it comes to you - you've known it all this time. so why are you so dumbfounded, nearly trembling with both arousal and anxiety as he shamelessly, deliberately pushes himself further into the spiral of exasperation - all to bring you over the edge?

rin slips both his middle and ring finger inside your cunt with ease, all the way to the last knuckle and it almost knocks the breath out of you. but you're so, so focused on keeping a straight face - hands gripping on the skirt of your dress until they turn white. he's treating you so good, after all, and you're expected to be on your best behavior when he's giving you so much. you were always his good girl, after all. you're not about to disappoint him, especially now, right?

he curls his fingers about two, maybe three inches in, presses them right against the front wall of your pussy - massages at the spot that'd have your knees give out if you were standing upright. his palm steadily, firmly rubs at your aching clit, swollen from all the attention he's been giving it, and you can feel the all too familiar tension grow tighter in your lower tummy. it makes your cheeks heat up, high heel clad foot involuntarily kicking out under the table.

it misses sae's leg by just a few inches, but he doesn't notice.

your lashes flutter as you fight your eyes to stay open and alert, thighs unwittingly squeezing together until the point rin can barely move his wrist anymore - at least, in a way that'd leave his bicep stuck in place, unmoving, and not giving out any of the things that were happening just barely under the table. he exhales sharply, half from annoyance at sae's attitude and half because of you making it harder for him to bring you to your climax.

he gives you a side look, teal eyes blown and hazed - a look that you know all too well. a silent permission, and a chance to swallow up all the prettiest looks you're giving him.

he drinks up your expression, utterly fucked out under the mask you've put on for the sake of keeping your parents and sae sane and sleeping soundly at night. but he can tell, he knows you're close not only from the way your walls start to throb around his fingers as they reach deeper with each movement. he sees it in the way the tears cling to your lashline, barely visible and a glass sheen over your bright eyes - recognizes it in the way your throat bobs, teeth gnaw at your plump lip with utter desperation.

his gaze softens, just momentarily, and his heart swells as how good you're being for him.

his good little girl. always.

"as if you knew." rin's voice drops, carnal and thick, and he spares his older brother just a languid glance. "you're not around anymore, aren't you?" your breath catches in your throat, chest growing tight as you try your hardest not to slip a single sound out. rin's fingers move even deeper, harder, even more precise. you can almost feel it snap, feel the warmth wash over, cunt almost squeezing his fingers-

"can't see how good your little sister is."

there's a shaky, harsh exhale that makes your lungs burn and eyes water even further; your thighs turn to jelly and twitch on your seat and around rin's hand once or twice as you come. it hits you harder than you supposed, leaves you squirming slightly in your seat and god, you're so, so embarrassed. you feel so used, all for your dirty big brother's pleasure and fucked up fantasy, but yet, the pleasure clouds your mind and leaves you breathless, unable to care - or yet alone notice - whether anyone, especially sae, has noticed anything off about your behavior.

you can feel rin's pent up. you can scent it on him, the heat radiating off his body and the need that seeps out every pore of his skin, amping up the woody and sharp scent of his ridiculously pricey cologne - making you quiver for him even more, blood thick with desire.

you force yourself to relax, all too early than you would've liked, and let yourself slump in your seat slightly. rin takes it as a sign, feels the way your cunt allows him to ease his fingers out, slowly and gently - a sharp, mocking contrast to the downright brutal treatment he's given you barely seconds before.

you wipe at your eyes, a shaky hand reaching up, and you can only pray that sae remembers how easy it was to make you break down into tears. the way you'd scream at them to just fucking drop it, a wobble to your chin as you rubbed the tears away quickly - a scene that'd act out during each and every one of sae's visits back home after the incident.

there's many things your stepbrothers share, no matter how much they try to deny it. their passion for soccer; a set of mesmerizing aqua eyes hiding behind thick lashes; a strong build, despite a difference to the broad of their shoulders and height; and finally, their observant nature.

therefore, it's only natural that of course he remembers.

but then again, realization washes over you, like a wall of cold water that renders all your senses alert and screeching. he's always been attentive, both him and rin - since the youngest days. he chuckles slightly at the sight of you wiping at his eyes, hopefully mistaking the action as you just being a crybaby as always, and your mind starts to spiral with the fear of him seeing through your little act.

he's ridiculously smart, always has been, so it would make perfect sense for him to pick up on what has truly just happened.

the sniffle that you let out isn't even the slightest bit forced, not with the way your anxiety spikes. sae knits his brows in a kind of diverted expression, eyes still glinting with amusement and seemingly missing the way rin wipes his fingers on his pants in silence.

"awe. still getting so worked up over that, sis?" he's taunting you, but it's nowhere as harsh as when he does it to rin - in fact, if your mind wasn't so full of panic and reeling with shame, you'd maybe pick up on the hint of affection in his voice. "you cannot be like that to her, rin. seriously. you like making her cry or something?"

you squeeze your eyes shut behind your palm, deep breath filling your lungs with air that feels like nothing but filth, an aftermath of what you've done. of what rin made you do - that's what your conscience wants you to think - but your shoulders slump in defeat when you admit it to yourself. you like it. or, what's even worse - you're the one that's making him this way.

the thought alone makes a shiver crawl down your spine, licking at your skin and leaving behind a trail of shame.

you finally muster up the will and courage to look at sae - give him a wet look that makes his eyes grow strangely foggy. the eye contact must be way too long for rin's liking, though, as he once again rests his hand on your thigh - but this time, his touch feels warm and comforting, soothing your tired muscle and deteriorating mind.

your head turns and tilts slightly, tired gaze searching for his - but he's looking right ahead, holding sae's stare with a smile that looks far more unhinged and risky than you'd have liked it.

satisfied, you realize. as if he won.

(what was the stake?)

"what the hell?" he retorts, annoyed.

now, rin itoshi is many things.

he's the prodigy's younger brother, japan's national team captain, basking in the afterglow of reaching the very top - being declared as japan's top scorer, most efficient striker, the one who brought the country to first ever victory.

he's your big brother, the first person to ever gain your full trust and unconditional love. your first serious boyfriend and your only lover forever. he's the one that would risk it all for you, if it only meant seeing the smile on your lips that make his knees - the very same ones that can carry him through the whole field - buckle with affection.

he's deranged - and he knows that. he feels it when he has you folded over, hamstrings pressed to his chest and hands wrapped around your throat, forcing the prettiest moans and truest promises from your mouth. he feels it when his mouth further salivates seconds after spitting right down your awaiting tongue, staining you with his filth.

he feels it when he can barely keep himself up, cock twitching and bullying your cervix as he cums with a groan upon the sight of you crying - eyes wide and yet, so full of nothing but adoration, mouth parted in a moan of his name, and cheeks wet with streaks of hot, salty tears.

"you know i don't."

rin is many things - and he decided he might as well be a liar.

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──✧ ˚ · “ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝

ft. 𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 / mentions of sae itoshi

*.✧ rin isn't at all surprised to see sae has brought you along to the family event. what startles him instead is how hard it is to contain his urges.

*.✧ wc: 6k. cw: nsfw/suggestive, fem reader, pining, angst, mentions of mental health issues & therapy, mentions of injuries, foul language. all characters are in their mid 20's. the itoshis are pro players. reader has a backstory. // notes: FINALLY the 1st part to my mini series after dark !! biggest thank you to my beloved river for beta reading, it wouldn’t of have gotten out without you 🤍 check out the official playlist for best experience :) enjoy!

There’s something odd hanging heavy in the air – humid and thick as Rin steps out from the airport terminal, suitcase clattering loudly on the sidewalk. 

Maybe it’s still the annoyance that’s pooling deep in his gut, caused by the encounter that took place barely minutes ago – a group of fans recognizing him and the few other players in line to border control.

He’s thankful, he really is, but not in moments like these.

Not when the discoloration under his eyes could be seen from miles away, and yet, it must seem like he’s less of a human as people just keep on yapping. Talking, grabbing – asking if it’s okay to take a picture. Commenting on a recent goal, congratulating. It was only this annoying because there was Shidou and a few other players right beside him, and yet, everyone seemed desperate only for a smidge of his attention, toppling him over with inquiries and requests and appreciative words.

It's only natural he's always the one in the spotlight – the team captain with an aloof aura to contradict his status. But there is something even more alluring to him, and it's probably the way he still manages to crack a slight smile at one of Ryusei's comments as they move down the line; a small action that's gotten recorded anyway, he's noticed, and he's sure it'll be all over Twitter within an hour or two, considering it's still a rare occasion to see him loosen up.

It's puzzling to some still – the complexity of Paris X Gen's highest grossing player. It's confusing but intriguing, how his presence is dangerous enough to keep him marked by the other team at all times, and yet, they seem absolutely petrified at the thought of going one-on-one with him. It's a wonder how he appears to be just as intimidating outside the field, eyes sharp and stance tall, but on his good days, he can give a young fan the softest smile possible. It's a whiplash – but he never called himself easy to be around. No one ever really did.

That's what brought him to the very top.

A heavy sigh slips past his lips, fingers tugging the corduroy jacket to cover more of his tee clad chest, and puts a hand up as his designated driver slows down by the entrance. As the vehicle stops and the man gets out to open the trunk, Rin holds back a sigh to see it's not the usual driver that meets him during most of his flights. (It's not because he's pretentious. He just really, really doesn't want to talk tonight anymore. And he knows the usual would've picked up on that. Now, he's not sure.)

He hands his suitcase over to get it into the trunk, then moves to the backseat of the car, hoping for a quiet ride.

It’s nearing midnight, the flight having been postponed due to some issues that he just couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to, and it seems like it’s enough of a reason to keep the driver silent. That, and probably the exhaustion written all over his face, teal eyes zoning out the window and teeth nibbling on chapped lips.

He’s back home now, a thoughtful gift for his parents sitting in his suitcase, but there’s no place for nostalgia or relief in his heart. Instead, it fills with dread at the thought of seeing a mess of auburn hair and a pair of turquoise eyes, mirroring his own – no matter how much he resents it. 

If it was all up to him, he’d pretend Sae was never part of their family – act like they had never met, like the elder had never broken his dreams and stained his teenage heart with dread. It’s been what – eight years? Almost a decade, it seems, and a few therapy attempts ago, but even though Rin has found his own self, his very own objective and a goal that isn’t dictated by Sae anymore, the thought of his brother still makes him uneasy at best. 

He wishes he didn’t see the longing in his mother’s eyes, how she cannot stand to see her sons treat each other as if they were air. There wasn’t much either of their parents could do to bring the brothers back on the right track and it seemed like they knew – could see it in the way the younger tensed up, seeing a suitcase by the front door and an additional pair of shoes on the mat. 

There was no way to save them, not back then, and not now.

A screech of the driver slamming the brakes brings Rin back from the train of thoughts, safety belt digging into his chest as he jolts forward a bit. He looks through the windscreen, watches as the car that cut in front of them maneuvers sloppily, and the driver shakes his head.

“People really are going crazy this time of the year,” he mumbles, and their eyes momentarily meet through the rear view mirror. 

It’s a bit awkward, the way silence falls over the vehicle quickly after, but honestly Rin doesn’t mind that much. He knows he comes off aloof, too proud to engage in small talk. It’s a bit of a lifesaver now, when it’s getting hard to keep his eyes open anymore.

He hums in agreement and shifts in his seat, long legs spreading out and forward. Carefully, he rolls his ankle, the strain making his brows furrow as a breath hitches deep in his chest. He rests the heel of his foot back down and closes his eyes. It hurts, but he can’t tell whether it’s still the sprained joint or his pride.

The driver seems to catch up on the striker’s discomfort and quickly leans over, pulling the passenger seat forward to make more space. “There, Itoshi-san. It’ll be a bit of a long drive, so make yourself comfy.” He smiles, a little uneasy still, but as Rin stretches his legs out and gives a small mumble of thank you, he takes it as an incentive. 

“That last goal was out of this world, honestly– I hope you don’t mind.” 

The man sounds sincere, taps his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously. Rin keeps his eyes forward, on the car in front of them. 

“Some say this was the season’s best goal, and I agree.” 

A tight smile pulls on the athlete’s lips. Yeah, he’s heard it, too. Heard all the praise, accompanied by pitiful and worried looks as he limped off the field – hoping, praying the camera doesn’t pick up on the seething look in his eyes.

This could’ve happened to anyone, and honestly, it wasn’t even that big of a deal if you looked at it objectively. It’s a light injury, and he might even consider himself lucky it happened on the last match before Christmas break. He’ll have his time off, spend it with family and friends, and go to his physio appointments without any disturbance. (And get his ear talked off, probably. Because as breathtaking this goal was, he had to push the throbbing pain in his joint aside, force his foot into the awkward angle and feel, hear the crunch of the bone as he sent the ball into the net. It was everything that their physio team told them to refrain from.)

By the time the season restarts, he’ll be as good as new.

But if there’s one thing Sae engraved into his mind, is that he hates pity and resents vulnerability. He wants to smack the medical team away as they work on his ankle, swollen and reddening within seconds as they tighten the bandage around it, pressing ice bags to the aching joint. 

This can happen to anybody – anyone but him, it is.

To react to it so passionately isn't anything unordinary – but it's everything that's unlike him.

“Thank you,” Rin simply says and settles on that being his final reply. He doesn’t want to dig deeper into any of it, to continue with the topic that he’s pretty sure everyone already knows is a minefield.

The man behind the steering wheel seems to catch up on the subtle sign and just gives a slight smile. 

Rin shudders at the way pity floods the vehicle, taunts him and makes the tight loop around his heart pull. He hates this, but there’s not much that’s left to do about it besides biting back on his tongue and leaning back into the seat.

It’s peaceful for the rest of the hour-long drive. Starry skies invite him to look out the window, gaze growing unfocused with exhaustion and thoughts that race through his mind with the speed of light.

He wishes there was a way to silence that, tune out the whispers and taunting like the driver did to the radio upon noticing the striker’s tired look. 

His therapist said it’ll take some time – long hours spent dwelling over his notepad, trying to reach inside to grasp his ego and the issues that burn at it the most, only to scribble them down on the paper and try to voice them out in the office a few days later. He’s never been good with communication or speaking his mind, at least not in the conventional way that won’t leave the recipient in tears or shock; but, hey, his therapist did say that he’s seen worse. Rin wonders if he was being honest about it, but then finds himself realizing that this is exactly the same route of thought that he’s supposed to watch out for. He knew these words would seep into every crevice of his mind, sit heavy on his heart, and that's why the therapy was abruptly cut short – cause he couldn't, didn't want to hear any of it anymore.

Not everyone has ill intentions, Rin. As long as you’re hung up on what he did to you, you’ll have a hard time trusting others. And I know you don't want to admit it – but you need it.

The car comes to a stop right by the curb. Warm, yellowish light seeps through the familiar windows and hits the sidewalk.

Rin blinks once, pulled from his thoughts.

“There you go.”  The driver glances at him over his shoulder and unbuckles himself, about to help him with his suitcase but is stopped by a wave of Rin’s hand.

“S’okay. Thank you.”

He hums and fishes for his wallet in the pocket of his jeans. He pulls out a bill and places it in the man’s hand, undoing his seat belt and opening the door, ignoring the small sound of protest – probably caused by the tip he’s just left.

Rin gets out of the vehicle, careful as he shifts his weight to the wounded ankle, and takes his suitcase out from the trunk. There’s a harsh thud as the wheels hit the ground and a complimenting soft puff, heavy scent of smoke filling his lungs. He glances up at the elderly man, who now stands by the driver’s door and takes a drag of his cigarette. 

No matter what he does, how much he tries, he’ll always be watched – a pair of eyes trained on him at all times, whether it’s at the field or on the streets.

He holds the eye contact, waits for the man to speak. It comes with an exhale, a cloud of white reaching him from across the car –

“Good night, Itoshi-san.”

– a pause.

And then, Rin feels his eye twitch, has to hold back a snarl.

“Get well soon.”

Cold breeze seeps under his jacket, bites at the cotton-clad skin and sends shivers down his back, aching and slightly hunched. It’s a contrast to the bubbling, stinging bitterness that spills over his insides. 

He bites his tongue and tastes iron.

Then, he gives a small nod before turning on his heel and stepping away, heading towards where he can faintly make out his mother's voice from the other side of the mahogany door.

Oh, how he craves to believe it – the warm smiles sent his way, earnest wishes spoken with nothing but pure intentions – but he doesn’t know how.

And won't anytime soon.

By the time Rin's suitcase is put down by the bed in his old bedroom and he's clad in a set of hoodie and sweatpants, sat down at the dining table and slurping up the last sips of miso soup, the uneasy feeling is nowhere to be found anymore.

(Or at least, he's succeeded in pushing it to the very back of his mind, until it's barely a hushed hum.)

His mum insists on hearing about everything that took place throughout the last few months he's spent back in Paris – but to be fair, there's not much to tell her, Rin realizes. He's signed a couple new brand deals, yeah, and got a proposition from another prestige club – this time over in England, but it wasn't anywhere near the salary that he had his eye on. But that's about it, and there's not much gossip he could indulge his mother in – even though he knows she wishes there was. (She's always been playful with him – both of his parents were, actually. They know it riles their second-born up, but know it's sportive – and that he doesn't really mind. Not if it's them, that is.)

"I thought you'd surprise us with something, Rin." His mum quips, taking the bowl from his hands to wash up.

From his seat across the table, his dad breathes out a laugh.

"There's been enough surprises this year already, though, don't you think?"

Ah.

Teal eyes follow his father's, to where he gives his wife a look. The woman turns around, a cloth in hand as she dries off a cutting board, and there's a bit of confusion before her whole face lights up–

"Now that will be hard to top!" Another laugh, leaving him the only unamused one in the room. "Oh, god. I still cannot believe it." She sounds excited, very much so that it leaves a bitter taste on Rin's tongue, enough to sour his mood and brew the uneasy feeling deep in his stomach all over again.

He knew, fuck of course he knew there was no escaping it – and yet, he was still gullible enough to hope that the holidays would pass without him hearing any of it.

"I can't wait until Sae comes and tells us all about it. You know how he is through the phone, couldn't get a proper word out of him, but I need to know everything."

He really tries to fight back the furrow of his brows, for his mother's sake. It's only natural she's excited, a spark in his eyes that he remembers seeing only on the most special occasions. Him getting into Blue Lock, then being selected for the U-20 national team. Him having to move overseas, signing a contract that stuck millions to his name.

(He vaguely recalls the same look plastered on her face when she received the call from Sae's manager, back when they were kids – the call that would be the beginning of their downfall. Of course he remembers. But, since there's discomfort already eating away at his chest, he decides to ignore the memory instead.)

It's self-explanatory that she has the same, bright grin spread over her features, when she speaks about her oldest son's engagement.

Sae is engaged – soon to be married.

Sae, the last person he'd ever think is capable of love.

Sae, who's so harsh and focused on himself, who he's seen disregard every little speck of affection thrown his way for years.

And fuck does it sound unbelievable – until there's a certain face flashing in the front of his mind, a pair of bright eyes and a pretty sweet smile that's enough to make his palms clammy. Until he remembers about the only person that could melt anyone's heart – even his brother's.

Even his o–

He only ever realizes he'd zoned out again when an engine roars softly outside the house, then cuts off promptly. There's a sequence of car doors shutting, quiet talking, a trunk being opened.

"Oh! They're here!"

Rin's eyes follow his mother as she glances out the kitchen window and tosses the rag down on the counter, jogging over to the front door as the voices grow closer. His dad gets up from his seat as well, much less energetic, but there's a smile on his lips that mirrors his wife's and in that moment, he feels out of place. It doesn't fit, the uneasy jitter in his chest that's such a harsh contrast to the warmth that his parents are about to engulf you and Sae in.

The difference to what he's feeling compared to them is like nails on chalkboard, he thinks – and the second he sees the agonizingly familiar head of red hair enter his vision, he shudders as if the sharp sound really resonates through the room.

He might not be hearing it, but he's seeing a contrast even worse. Sae, in his black sweatpants and a Real Madrid hoodie, with a look at his face that's so well rested, it's unlike anything he's seen on him lately; and standing right by his side is you. Rin notices you're too engrossed in tugging your suitcase inside and welcoming his parents, and so, he uses the moment to roll his eyes up your body - the Ugg slippers, beige leggings, a white zip up fitness jacket and finally, your face.

It's a divergence that makes him uneasy. The devil himself, looking far too comfortable with an angel right by his side, with a parallel smile.

There's not even one reason for you not to be this joyful, but Rin selfishly wishes there was. He wishes that you didn't have to look this happy, standing next to the very same person behind everything miserable in his life. He wishes he understood and that he could cut through the dissonance that sits heavy in his head – but it's been years, and he still hasn't found a way to do it.

He only ever realizes he's still stuck in his seat when his father's eyes meet his own from a few feet away. It's not judging per se, more so urging him on to at least pretend, for his mother's sake. He reads right through it.

Rin exhales shortly, pushes his chair back with a sound that brings your conversation to a halt. He feels like the martyr when he steps closer to where everyone is standing, feels four pairs of eyes watching him and it makes him want to roll his eyes.

Sae's the first to force a smile and only give a jerk of his head. Rin wouldn't expect any more of him.

"Hey, Rin." He hums, rubbing the back of his neck. "S'been a while."

A small nod, then a shrug as he stuffs his hands into the pocket of his sweatpants.

"It has." He cranes his neck slightly, an involuntary mirror to his brother's own attempt at soothing the strain.

He ignores the way their mum winces at the tension that resonates between the two, how it's thick enough to suffocate everyone and make them shudder with unease. But no matter how earnest his attempts are, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot bewitch the reality, and the realization comes in a soft hum, warm and sticky-sweet as it resonates.

You're here too, after all. A savior of sorts.

"A while too long," The smile you offer him makes Rin want to scream. His chest swells unconsciously and his gaze softens, almost instinctively when his eyes drink up your mellow expression. "It's been a year for sure."

It must be a joke, Rin thinks, how someone that could make any chaos subside with just a couple words and a gentle smile stays glued by the hip with a person that only needs a single look to make the world crumble all over again.

(A joke, or perhaps, a perfectly complete puzzle that keeps the universe intact. But he doesn't want it to be that way.)

Just when his father gives a slight chuckle, reaches a hand to pat your back and gives a reassuring rub to your shoulder, Sae clears his throat. With one hand reaching for the suitcase's handle, he maneuvers it down, as if in thought.

"Yep. Even longer than that, maybe." He wonders, "And– oh, look at that. Will you ever see each other when in full health?" It's patronizing, it's demeaning, it's anything but just a playful quip of one brother to another, and it makes Rin's eye twitch.

He opens his mouth to speak, "Will you shu–"

But before he can finish, you inhale sharply and cut in.

"Oi, oi," you roll your eyes, giving Sae's arm a light smack. "You're being mean. Stop." There's a glint of something in your eyes when you give your fiance a look and Rin's not entirely sure what it is, but he watches in astonishment when it shuts the elder up. You turn your head his way again.

You offer him a smile, a bit meek and unsure considering the jab Sae's made seconds earlier. "It's healing well, I hope?" You ask, sincere and sweet just like always, and spare his ankle just a short glance before you open your arms for a welcome embrace. "Hi, Rin."

It's hard for him to wrap his mind around how you're so sympathetic, so understanding and warm while seemingly not even trying. He wonders if it's why you chose this career path over any other, and knows for sure that it's why you're the best at it. You never insist, never push, never inquire - not unless you need to, with the referee's whistle ringing in your ears and a handful of sweaty, loud men standing right over your head as you work your magic.

It's no wonder every club wants you as their physio.

Rin's gotten a chance to feel your hand expertly move along his own limbs before. He remembers it clearly as a day, even though he's gone down on the field a hundred times already and it was seemingly just yet another one. But this time, this game, it was different. It was bizarre and unlike anything that's happened to him before.

First of all, his adrenaline has never spiked as high as when it was Real Madrid that Paris X Gen had to go against. It only ever took so much of him to ease his nerves and quiet down the screaming in his head when it was Sae that he had to try and steal the ball from. It was the one and only game that everybody knew was worthwhile – a guaranteed showcase of talent and hard work, a fiend between two brothers, both equally gifted.The pressure would be enough to knock anyone off their feet, but he could withstand it. He had no other choice.

Secondly, Rin's never seen a situation so absurd and unfortunate. Throughout his years as a professional, he was an eye witness to many fouls and injuries, some more gruesome and fatal than others. But to have three players go down at the same time, two of them from the same team, didn’t happen all too often. It was his teammate’s fault and Rin knew, but wouldn’t dare to scold him – not when he’s laying on the turf and gripping his knee tight, the joint stuck at an angle that has Rin wincing and shuddering. It’s bad, so, so bad, it’s insane, he thinks, watching as the other player struggles to get up with his teammates’ help. It’s chaotic, paramedics jogging over to them and putting down all of their necessities and there’s so much of it, there’s barely any space between him and the other player anymore. Both teams grow loud and erratic, shouting and reproaching wild and belligerent. Rin’s eyes follow the ref as he works on subsiding the uproar. It’s a hard job to do and he knows it, but doesn’t want to spare any more thoughts – not when he has a worry of his own, a sharp pain in his ankle that makes him nauseous. 

“Are you okay?” 

He hears a familiar voice, a soft tune that brings him back afloat. His heart hammers in his chest, adrenaline high and hot in his veins as he props himself up, hand tight on his sprained joint. He looks up and meets your eyes, wide but focused as your line of sight reaches his ankle. 

“I–” Rin hesitates, eyes slightly bewildered as they follow your movements. You crouch down right next to him, pull out a few necessary items from the med kit. An ice pack, he recognizes, a bandage, a stabilizer– “I’m not sure, it might just be a stamp.”

You hum, teeth sunk in your bottom lip as you carefully peel the sock down to reveal the bruised flesh. “Pain? On a scale of one to ten?” You spare him a quick look, delicate fingers gently pressing along the swollen skin. 

Rin grunts, fights back the urge to pull his leg away. “Six.”

With a nod, you work on untying his shoe, pulling it down along with the sock, “Sprained.” You simply point out, and his eyes widen. Your judgment’s quick, scarily so, and he’d hope that maybe you’re wrong - but the certainty in your eyes tells him enough. He’s never seen you this serious, gaze sharp and movements swift, but then again, it’s the very first time he sees you at work. So far, he’s only ever seen you hanging on Sae’s arm, all smiles and laughter as you attend a family event together.

To have Sae’s girl tend to him like that almost feels like a blow. 

“Wait, shit–” Rin’s brows furrow as he shifts, and you give him an attentive look. “Hold on. Aren’t you supposed to–”

“Your team’s busy.” You interrupt, eliciting a hiss from the striker as you work the bandage around the sole of his feet, and then stabilize it around his ankle. “He’s got a concussion and misses a tooth or two. All on top of his kneecap popping out.” Rin stiffens, eyes involuntarily searching for his teammate. He sees him being handled onto the stretcher, holding his hands over his head, groans and cries reaching his ears and it makes his heart drop. 

You plop the icepack on top of his ankle and bring his focus back to you. “I don’t care who I’m with. I’m here to help.” You offer a small smile, heartening even though you’re pretty sure it won’t give much reassurance. You know your boyfriend’s brother, heard all about him and encountered him numerous times before. Most of all, you’ve seen the burning passion behind his eyes as he steps onto the turf. He’s not backing down. “I’m sorry, Rin, but you’re off.”

Rin vaguely remembers the protest that rose deep within his chest, making his blood boil as you helped him up. He knew better than to stand his ground and try to pretend that it’s not a big deal, knew all the possible consequences far too well to act so childish and stubborn. He remembers the worried expression flashing across your features as your eyes met upon him plopping down on the bench. He saw it all, the compassion with pity yet to be seen. But it never came. 

You only left him with a heartfelt look, warm and kind, and confusion blossoming in his chest, growing on top of the inquiry and anger. 

You’re always like this, Rin realizes. Always so collected and warmhearted, only ever welcoming him with hospitality and genuine worry, and never with pity. You’ve never given him any sort of look that he’s known to despise. 

He wishes you could be this way with him only, so attentive and sweet. But he knows you’re not and never will be. He knows the only reason you ever rushed over to him, despite being the rival team’s assigned physiotherapist, was because how awfully big your heart is, aching to help and bring comfort.

It’s got nothing to do with him, and he cannot force it.

The memory vaguely plays out in his mind as he inhales your scent, the irritation subsiding and making  way for the annoyingly fuzzy feeling. It’s been a year or even more. Long months since he’s last seen you and since you became engraved deep into his mind, his source of all kinds of thrills.

Throughout the years you’ve been with Sae, he never even thought to spare you a second glance. But ever since you treated him so kindly, looked at him with such warmth, he selfishly wishes he was the one giving you the Itoshi name instead. 

He wraps his arms around your frame and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, (Y/N)."

It's only good decorum to greet you properly like this, and he knows it shouldn't be anything more than that, but as he gets an inhale of your perfume, he knows it's all but a convention.

Your hand rests on his back, fingers flexing on the sturdy muscle a bit, before pulling away entirely. You beam up at him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your head tilts with a smile. For a second, Rin thinks you might want to say something else, tell him more - but you opt not to, and instead, turn to face his brother again. "I'll put these away," You say, reaching for his suitcase. "And hop in the shower. I stink like the airport."

The way you scrunch your nose makes Rin's mouth twitch with a ghost of a smile.

"Sure," Sae shrugs a bit and hands you off the luggage, but only after he leans in to give your lips a quick peck. "I'll grab you a snack later. 'Kay?"

"M'kay," you give a breathy giggle at the action, and Rin realizes he might be far behind in being familiar with the ridiculous ways you've changed his brother.

Because this look, lovesick and full of adoration even despite the sleep throwing a heavy daze over his turquoise eyes, is one that he's never seen on his older brother before.

His mom offers to remind you as to where Sae's old room as well as the bathroom are, ushers you off with a few gentle touches and laughter that disappears down the corridor. His dad leaves to boil the kettle to make some tea, and for barely a few beats of silence, it's just the two of them standing there, in front of each other, one craning his head slightly upwards, the other glaring down.

Rin hates it, hates the way he has to swallow thick and tear his gaze away. Taking the higher ground, he only makes a slight face, then turns on his heel to leave to his room instead.

When his dad returns to the conjoined area, balancing three mugs in one hand and holding up the full pot in the other, he doesn't seem all that surprised to see just Sae standing there, pulling his hoodie off and throwing it over the chair silently.

The man sighs anyways, setting down the dishes, and only looks up when Sae breathes out a laugh.

"Just like the old times."

Rin is not sure how long he's been scrolling down his phone, or how much time has passed since he first plopped down on the king sized bed in his old bedroom. But sleep is starting to weigh down on his lids, leaving him with a cottonmouth and he tears a slight grunt from his throat upon realizing that the whole water bottle he's drank is now pressing against his bladder uncomfortably.

Tossing the phone away and propping himself up, Rin feels the tired muscles in his arm strain as he digs the palm of his other hand into his eyes, rubbing the exhaustion away. It works just enough to ease the slight sting, feet planted onto the ground as he gets up and strides across the dark room.

It must've been an hour, two tops, he wonders, reaching for the handle. The voices on the other side of the door have grown softer, quieter so as to not wake up the others that he figures must've fallen asleep by this point. He vaguely makes out the voices to be Sae's and his father's, probably still talking over yet another round of tea. His mom was always an early sleeper, and you looked quite worn out despite the gentle gleam in your eyes back in the living room, so it's not all that weird if you're both asleep by now. you've probably dozed right off as soon as you hit the bed, all warm and comfortable from your shower.

That's what he thinks. And that's exactly why he almost jolts in his step when he opens the door to see you, standing there, using the same momentum to push it open; hand pushing down on the other side of the handle. It wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary, just another encounter to laugh off by tomorrow morning's cup of coffee.

But the way you peer up at him – doe eyes wide and startled, a single rivulet of water streaming down your flushed cheeks as damp hair sticks to your forehead – knocks the breath out of his lungs.

You clutch the fluffy white towel closer to your heated skin, a meek sound of surprise hitching in your throat. Rin has to bite back a groan as the sharp movement only makes your tits press against each other even tighter. "Hah– o-oh, huh, I'm sorry– thought Sae's room was–"

Rin cuts off the jumble of words, "It's right across." He corrects, voice a gravelly tune that has your knees knock together in a sheepish buckle. Your cheeks scorch, blood rushing to the soft flesh as you gnaw at your bottom lip, "Excuse me."

You're not entirely too sure why Rin's attitude towards you took a whole 180 spin – but the way he pushes past you, tough muscle bumping against your finer frame, has you yelp slightly. You jerk a little upon the thud of the bathroom door slamming shut and turn to look behind you, a soft furrow to your brows, and ultimately decide to get back to the right room this time – before the sheer embarrassment eats you alive.

On the other side of the door, Rin grabs at the sink with one hand, keeping balance as he peels his sweatpants off. He tugs his boxers down along with them, then stands back on two feet and tugs off his sweatshirt, grip tight on the fabric as his mind reels.

It's a joke, all of it, he thinks as he steps into the shower yet again tonight. The water is instantly warm as soon as he turns it on, a remnant of your bath, he supposes, but the spray isn't meant to bring him any comfort this time. It works very little to soothe his strained and taut muscles as his back flexes when he reaches his hand down, fingers wrapping around the throbbing girth.

It has to be a joke, he's sure of it, as he shuts his eyes with a groan stuck somewhere deep inside of his chest, where he can swallow it down and keep it untraceable. All of it has to be some sort of get back, a play at his will power and conscience for all the fucked up shit he's done so far in life.

It would all be so much easier if he could just push all of the blame to a twist of fate, a kismet so preposterous it'd make anyone laugh. But he can't, and he's the only one to bear the weight of his thoughts, alone, gasping for air as he nearly doubles over in the steamy shower.

He's the only one at fault when he spills all over the tiles, a moan of your name mixing in with the steam, as all sense of morality goes down the drain.

I heard about a whirlwind that’s coming round / it’s gonna carry off all that isn’t bound, and / when it happens, when it happens, I won’t be holding on

© itoshi-s. do not plagiarize, repost as your own or mention on other sm platforms.

Hi, hi 👋 👋 I am not really sure if you are taking requests at the moment , if you don't that is totally fine. For the last week I have been reading your works and they had me hanging by a thread, I have read them several times now cause they are that good. That being said can I requests sae-nii with a little stepsister that has a petite body(small boobs/butt) that has seen her big bro being surrounded by mature women, and him not making a move to push them off, so that makes her so insecure : ( , so she starts to distance herself and hide her body from him because she thinks she is not attractive anymore. So after a week of sae confronting her and she just giving him the silent treatment, he corners her while she was changing and she just breaks down and tells him about her insecurity. Sae can not believe what kind bs his little stepsis is thinking so he throws her on her bed and starts eating her out while telling her he is not gonna stop till he hears her saying she is a pretty girl. The stepsis is stubborn and on low confidence so he ends up overstimulating her till she begins shaking and crying and is trying everything to take him off her while still refusing to admit she is beautiful. Suddenly she turns and tries(keyword :tries) to crawl away but Sae is quick to pin? her hips and continue. Poor stepsis can not hold on any longer and sae does not shows any signs of stopping so she caves in and chants that she is the most pretty girl and finally sae stops and tells her she will be punished more if she will ever think that again. I hope it made sense ? It is totally fine if you do not want to do it though : ). Do not forget to take breaks and have a great night or day !

hihi! 1) i really loved this ask oh my god, it’s absolutely stunning and 2) requests are always open unless stated otherwise so tysm for that! i really hope you enjoy this & have a great day! <33

it truly did hurt. you felt terrible watching your nii-san with such developed women, whenever one of them clung to him, flirting and pushing their breasts against him. of course, he didn't notice - such matters were insignificant to him, so you didn't dare to tell him how you felt. it was intimidating to open yourself up in front of so many people who admired you and your stepbrother.

all it took for you to snap out of your thoughts was to hear sae call out your name, lightly rubbing circles on your shoulders. you quickly looked up, plastering on a smile. “sorry? i wasn't focusing, my mind was.. elsewhere.” you drifted once more to your train of thoughts, barely registering his words.

you could tell he mentioned going to the second party of the night, but you quickly informed him that you were exhausted. that was a lie, but he didn't know that. he gave you a nod before excusing himself and escorting you to his car. “is everything okay? you appear to be out of it.” he spoke quietly, but loudly enough for only you to hear.

“just fatigued, like I said. i'm sorry you had to end your night early; we had more parties to attend.” you sighed apologetically, your gaze fixed on your lap. pulling on the edge of your dress, you felt even more miserable than before. he bought it for you while he was abroad, the dress. you could feel his cold gaze on you, but he said nothing. to be honest, you preferred the pleasant silence of the ride home. it was preferable than talking when you were upset.

( O1 , O2 )

( O3 , O4 )

( O5 , O6 )

( 8:OO PM )

six days. that's the amount of time that has passed since the party incident, if you can even call it that. that's also how long you've been avoiding your stepbrother, sae itoshi. sure, it was stupid. but you didn't want to bother him and bring him down when he could be having the time of his life. he approached you more than usual, so you could tell he noticed.

even though you tried to avoid him, he managed to corner and chase you down like an animal.

“how long were you planning to avoid me for?” sae snarled quietly, his patience eroding from annoyance. “why the fuck are you avoiding me?” he continued asking questions, hovering over you. his gaze dug into you, his arms by your sides. “i've been trying to be a nice brother and check in on you, but it's been difficult because you keep hiding from me.”

“i wasn't trying to avoid you! i've just gotten busy!” you almost immediately responded, a shaky laugh exiting your lips. “why would i want to avoid you?” you played with the edge of your shirt, hardly able to squeak out your words.

“that's what i'm curious about.” he snarled. his arms now crossed over his chest. “you don't appear to be too busy for rin, but you are for me?” every word he spoke sent goosebumps up your spine and caused nervousness to rise within you.

“i don't know what you're talking about, nii-san,” you blurted out before pushing past him, a smile on your face. “but I really need to get going now, bye!” little pants were snatched from you as you ran to your room. you hadn't run far, but you were terrified. i was afraid he'd find out that you were envious of the women he hung around with. how you felt insignificant in comparison to the company he kept. hearing him shout your name and walk to your room was your cue to lock the door and bite your lower lip anxiously.

sae knocked twice on your door, and when all he received was silence, he sighed and walked away. as you fell onto your bed, the sound of his footsteps disappearing made you feel better. you sat in silence with your head buried in your pillow, the only sound bothering you being the buzzing of your phone.

“hello?” you reluctantly answered the phone before instantly regaining your composure when you heard your mother's voice. she mentioned taking you and your stepbrothers out to dinner to celebrate her nth anniversary with their father. you accepted her request without paying attention to what she truly wanted, thinking only of your previous encounter with sae.

“yes, sure, sure.” you waved to no one in particular before hanging up and unlocking your door. you often got thirsty from conversing when you didn't want to, so you strolled to the kitchen for some water. rin caught your eye from the opposite side of the room, and you smiled. “oh, rin, hurry up and get ready. mom invited us to dinner with her and your father. remember to tell sae!” you called out as you walked back to your room after your drink, running your fingers through your hair. it wasn't too messy, so you could easily style it. you shut your bedroom door and turned around, letting out a small yelp when you noticed sae in your room.

“sae! what are you doing here?” you asked, hands behind your back. he only stared back, his arms crossed. when you didn't get a response, you sighed and headed to your closet, trying to shake off his continuous stare at you. you felt a hand closing in on your wrist as you uncomfortably removed your shirt and attempted to put on another. you turned to face him, which was a mistake. you didn't know how fast he was, gripping your chin with his free hand and drawing you closer to him. you could feel his hot breath on you with your faces inches apart. “what's the matter? why are you avoiding me?” he murmured softly,

sae made sure his hold wasn't too tight to hurt you, but yet not too loose. “and don't say it's nothing; i'm not the moron you think i am.” he gently scolded you. your bottom lip quivered as you tried not to cry in front of him. he observed your reaction and continued coaxing you while stroking your cheek. that last move was the final push you needed to start sobbing while holding to your older stepbrother. “i just,” you cried, fiercely wiping away your tears. “you're usually with these women who are prettier and better looking than I am! when it comes to curves, i look and feel like a child in comparison to them, and that makes me feel like i'm embarrassing you."

as you opened out to him, you began muttering and sniffling silently. You felt horrible. when you didn't hear sae reply, you looked up at him, only to be met with the most bewildered look you'd ever seen. “sae?” you muttered gently, trying to read how he felt. 

 "you—" he halted for a second, staring at you. "Do you think I prefer those women over you?" Sae couldn't help but laugh as he leaned in closer, your back now brushing against the closet door. "Of course I do," you said, avoiding his gaze and glancing at the ground. "Have you seen how I look next to them?"

Sae looked at you and scoffed, speechless. "You truly are an idiot, aren't you?" Your eyes welled up at that line, and you bit your lower lip, trying not to cry any farther. It was only natural he would choose them over you, you were his stepsister—

"I'm not interested in them; I'm interested in you." He drew you in, your lips now just inches apart.

“don't make that joke, it's not funny.” you tried shoving him away with little force, your cheeks steadily burning up. “do you think i'm kidding? let me show you that i'm not.” sae leaned in close and kissed your lips in a frantic and passionate kiss, drawing you in closer than before.

to say it stole your breath away would be an understatement – you felt as if you had everything you could possibly want, as if you were on top of the world. sure, it was stupid, but you liked the idea of having him all to yourself. call it selfishness, but you were relieved he preferred you above the others. sae carried you from your thighs and dropped on the bed, with you now beneath him, exactly as you caressed his cheek and deepened the kiss. he panted silently, attempting to regain his breath. “stop dismissing yourself; you're much more attractive than those girls.” his remarks caused a crimson flush to appear on your cheeks, and you scoffed, not believing him at all.

"oh, no, that's not true!" as he removed your skirt, his cold and hard grasp on your thighs made you squeal. "stop lying; it is true. i won't stop until you admit that you're the most beautiful of all of them at the party." the way he stared at you told you that he wouldn't stop what he was about to do until he heard you speak those words, even if you dismissed them as a joke or a humorous threat. "yes, absolutely." you were ready to make another sarcastic remark when your breath hitched as you felt sae's tongue delicately lick your clothed cunt. when his eyes met yours, you could notice a dark cloud of lust in his. 

“well, i guess you'll have to take it the hard way.” you backed away as his teeth pulled down your panties. he'll definitely give up soon, right? there's no way sae would continue until you said the words.

wrong.

the moment you uttered those words, sae's tongue sucked on your clothed clit, making you gasp out in shock and pleasure.  you squeaked, squeezing your eyes shut and blushing heavily as he swirled his tongue round and round, teasing you with casual flicks; he was ravenous, fingers drawing circles on your chest, running his tongue over your clit and sucking hard.

sae pushed your cute tiny panties out of the way and threw them someplace, not caring about them right now despite your protests claiming that it was your favorite. “will you admit you're the most beautiful? we don't have to do things the hard way.”

hoping you were wet enough, sae pulled away and lowered his hand, his palm gliding over your stomach and between your legs, fingers sinking down and brushing against you where indeed, he came in contact with your slick and smirked, teasing your damp folds with his fingertips and observing how you shivered and shuddered under his touch.

you whimpered his name weakly, refusing to confess and he just drank in your shallow breaths as he continued to lazily suck on your tits whilst slipping two fingers in and out of your hole. sae was mercilessly teasing you, watching your reaction to his torturous actions. mind going hazy, you were a whimpering mess, squirming over the mattress. 

a strangled gasp left the back of your throat and you threw your head backwards into the pillow, back arching; he could tell you probably weren’t able to take much longer and released you with a wet pop, panting slightly.

“sae?” you murmured; reopening your eyes, you glanced down to see that he had positioned himself between your legs.

you blinked wide-eyed as he gently eased your legs apart and with a firm grip on your thighs, lowered himself even further, his face level to your pussy. although he’d done this to you before, your heart was pounding heavily, your nerves getting the best of you. he could see your pussy even clearer more than ever, your cunt wet and shiny with your slick and he carefully spread your lips.

sae looked up and your eyes met - you swallowed down and glanced to the side, blushing heavily and he said, “look at me. I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”

You slid your gaze to him and he smirked, leaned in, his hot breath fanning over your bare flesh – and suddenly you were aware of how close he was - before he buried his face into your cunt, his tongue flicking across your clit, gently at first.

immediately, you attempted to draw your knees to your chest but he held on, his grip on you tightening and your fingers scrunched into the sheets underneath as he sucked you with more force, groaning as you instinctively began to buck your hips further into his face, wanting to feel more of his tongue on you, his hair tickling your inner thighs.

his lips were glued to your cunt and sae kept you pinned in your spot, occasionally glancing up to see your reaction and listening to your little pants and desperate moans as your legs quivered by the sides of his head.

“sae,” you squeaked out. “i can’t take much more…”

“Yes, you can,” he murmured, and your response was a defeated whine as you threw your head back. you could hear the quiet wet noises coming from his mouth; he had moved his tongue to your sopping entrance and after one final suck, started tracing the sides in a teasing manner before he shoved his tongue in.

you gasped, fingers clawing at his hair as he persisted. all you could do was lie still with your legs hiked over his shoulders, wailing helplessly as you sank your hands into his messy hair, trying your best not to roll around over the mattress.

with a moan, your brows squeezed tightly together as he slowly loosened his grip on your legs and your first instinct was to automatically draw your legs to your chest once more. he slid his palms over your thighs, his eyes boring into yours. 

“i’m close… please sae..” you moaned helplessly, throwing your head to the side and grabbing onto the corners of the pillow as you came with a shaky breath.

( 12:OO AM )

and it continued. he pulled countless orgasms from you, so much that you both lost track of time and count. you sobbed, begged and pleaded for him to stop. but he didn’t. you hadn’t uttered the words he wanted from you, and it was currently, what? midnight? you had been going at it for four hours now, you sure were stubborn.

but you began to crack. 

“pleasepleaseplease—” how long had you been begging for? you forgot. but the pleasure was too much, you couldn’t take it anymore. “you know what you have to say, just say those words and i’ll stop it.” he whispered, mouth still attached to your dripping cunt. 

and you tried, you tried so hard not to but your body couldn’t. “i’m sorry, i’m the prettiest and the most gorgeous girl there was, i’m sorry! please, please—” you cried out, covering your face with one hand.

you felt a small smile form on his lips and he got up, finally letting your body rest as your chest heaved. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he mumbled, kissing your lips lightly. you could taste yourself on his lips — of course you did, he spent hours going down on you. 

“we should call your mum and reassure her.. as well as take a bath and change the sheets.” he suggested, picking you up in a bridal style.

only then did he realize, that you had fallen into a deep slumber. he didn’t mind though, he’d love to take care of you. it’s what he always tried to do, even if his attempts seemed cold and ruthless in ways.

and when you awoke later on, you were in his hands, his lips on your forehead as he slept.