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?”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ jersey chaser⠀ 〳 ⠀ o.aiku ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) she's been a jersey chaser until she met him.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, written with black reader in mind, jersey chaser!reader, slight bratty!reader, mentions of reader being an influencer, reader in her lori harvey phase iykyk, mentions of reader being a daughter of a famous soccer player, mentions of slutshaming, mentions of pubes, mentions of oliver being uncut, dom!oliver, oral (m.receiving), he humbles reader immediately, slight sports player crossover and up to reader's interpretation on who the volleyball player is lol, sleazeball oliver, dirty talk, degradation kink, degrading pet names (slut), slight praise kink, doggystyle position, possessive!oliver, adding breeding kink in here for @lawscorazon, does he make reader wear his jersey while they're doing the nasty....yes, could this be turned into a mini series..maybe, word count: 3.8k

YOU WERE ONE OF THE BIGGEST INFLUENCERS IN THE WORLD. With a growing following of over half a million and thousands of likes on every social media post you post. You were the daughter of a legendary soccer player (now coach). You've accomplished everything you wanted, thanks to your father's funds. You've got your makeup business that's been booming since you were a teenager. Now that you were young and living your life, you couldn't help but dip your toes in the dating pool of sports players. Collecting jersey numbers like they were the bright infinity stones Thanos collected in the Marvel movies.

You were young, so why settle down so soon. Why was it such an issue that you kept your options open? You couldn't help that you gravitated towards the sports players. From the basketball players in the NBA to one of MSBY Black Jackals players. You've sat courtside during so many games that you have lost count. However, now that you've taken a break from the dating pool and decided to be single for a couple of months—you are interested in getting a taste of your next prey.

And it just had to be him. Oliver Aiku.

You thought you could use the same charm as him during your father's charity ball that brought many soccer players (both old and new) together to auction off legendary and expensive things to help fund little league soccer teams worldwide. You bat your eyelashes at him flirtatiously. You tried to impress him by being the highest bidder on an item you could care less for. The usual charms that would have had any other person eating from the palm of your hand were a complete fail.

Or so you thought.

You remembered the goosebumps that decorated your skin as you stood outside the luxury hotel where the charity event was being held. Mumbling to yourself how you were ready to go home—mop about being curved to your best friend and then do some retail therapy. That was until you heard his voice behind you.

"Leaving your own father's event so soon?" His head tilts slightly while he's shoving his hands in the pockets of his nicely tailored suit.

Even you could tell he was a bit uncomfortable in the attire he had to wear tonight. You rubbed your arms, hoping it would help warm you up as you waited for your driver to pull around with the car.

"I've done my duties as his daughter. I showed up." Your shoulders shrug before you go back to doing what you were doing.

It wasn't anything you could say to him after you made a fool of yourself by attempting to flirt with him just to be met with a very cold, harsh steel door. You could feel his presence next to you as if he wasn't going to leave until you eventually got in the car.

"I've heard about you." Oliver's voice trails off, alluding to the things you already knew about yourself.

You already had to read about it in gossip magazines, so hearing it from a guy you had your eyes set on—wasn't new. Your eyes glance over at him, and you don't even notice how intensely he stares at you. You watched as he let his tongue glide across his lips—drinking in your looks for the evening. Instantly, the once coldness you felt due to the crisp nightly air went away from your body, radiating heat just by the way Oliver looked at you. The ball was no longer yours to guide like usual, he had the upper hand, and he knew it.

"Hm, nothing new. I'm a slut, and my father needs better control over me. I've heard about me too." You sighed while opening your clutch.

You were searching for nothing. Just to avoid having to meet those green and purple eyes of his. Those heterochromia eyes could put any woman in a trance. Similar to a snake charmer trying to guide a rattlesnake.

"Yeah, something along those lines and that you are a jersey chaser." His chuckle was low enough for you to hear him. "That's fuckin' hilarious."

"Hahaha, laugh it up." Sarcasm oozes from your tongue, and you realize that he is getting a rise out of his.

"So what do you do? Steal their jerseys after breaking their precious little heart so severely that they can't focus on their game?"

You finally turned to look at him. Swapping the weight of your body from one red bottom to the other. Your arms crossed over your chest before rolling your eyes, "If you didn't curve me, you would have found out, Mr. Aiku." You had seen your personal driver pull up in front of the hotel.

Your driver, whose known you since you were little, would rush to open your car door, but he immediately stopped his actions due to Oliver stopping you from opening the door yourself. The door to the black Benz truck slapped shut, and you couldn't help but eye Oliver questioningly. You hated the fact that the ball was no longer yours—he had full control, and you couldn't entirely read him to gain the ball back.

He inches closer, abruptly closing the gap between you two. He's holding a hotel room card between his index and middle finger—waving it in your face as if it's your father's credit card. "Then show me."

Your eyebrow raises at him, wondering when he changed his mind. However, you had no time to wonder when this was the perfect opportunity to regain control of the ball. Beat him at his own game. You told your driver that he could go home for the evening, considering that you planned to spend the whole night with Oliver. Your plush lip gloss-covered lips curve into a harmless smile before you turn towards the hotel entrance, dragging Oliver swiftly by the black tie he had around his neck.

You didn't care about the people in the lobby seeing you with him. That's the thing, you never cared about being caught out with another person because it wasn't their business. Your manicured finger jabbed at the elevator button, and as soon as the doors slid open, you waltzed inside with your head held up. As soon as the elevator closed with the two of you inside, it was as if a switch had gone off between you. You instantly let your lips crush upon each other, grasping each other bodies. Your leg hooked up his waist as your back was leaned against the elevator wall. Before you could mumble about people walking on the elevator as it was going up, your lips gasped apart, feeling his hands reach between your thighs.

Oliver nibbled on your lip, teasing, letting his tongue glide across it afterward before he pulled away as soon as the elevator opened on the floor you two were going to. You watched completely breathless as he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off the elevator as if the two of you weren't so close to tearing each other clothes off right in the elevator. "Cocky bastard." You mumbled to yourself.

You followed behind eagerly, though just as he reached his hotel room. He unlocked the door, but before he opened it, he leaned against it and looked at you. "You know what you're getting yourself into, right?"

Your eyes roll at his words, "Of course, I'm not some timid little girl." You push your way into the hotel room.

You didn't waste time stripping from the elegant velvet gown you wore tonight. The hotel air sent a chill down your spine as you plopped down on the king-size bed. The warmth of the sheets hitting your bare skin caused you to close your eyes. You were completely basking in the scent of the hotel room. It smelled like Oliver if you focused hard enough. Just as you were about to complain about what was taking him so long, you could feel something getting thrown at you.

"Put this on." He mumbles as he walks around the hotel room, removing the attire he wore tonight.

You sat up, extending the clothing he had thrown at you. It was his jersey. "Why'd you want me to wear this?" You asked. You tugged the jersey over your head to put it on.

Oliver glances up from removing cufflinks that had his initials engraved in them. He looks you up and down from head to toe. From how your hair seemed to be in the perfect shape to how he could even get a peak of your ass with each movement you made with his jersey on. He understood why many sports players gravitated towards wanting to even get a date with you. You were stunning—absolutely breathtaking. However, Oliver wasn't like the others.

"You look good in it, don't you think? Better than wearing that volleyball play jersey." Oliver smirks as he closes the gap between you two.

Some buttons were undone on the crisp white button-down shirt he wore. His black slacks hung loosely around his waist, and his hair was now disheveled from his slender fingers combing through it.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, noticing that he was moving closer toward you. The ball still wasn't in your grasp. As soon as you willingly slide his jersey on your body to be entrapped by the scent of him from the piece of clothing, you no longer have the upper hand.

"Don't you think you'll be even prettier with my cock in your mouth?"

Your brain never got so stuck on a question. Primarily when you were known to dodge red-carpet report gossip questions. Your fingers toyed with the ends of the jersey, not sure what to say.

"I think you would look prettier. Mouth full of cock, drool dripping down, staining my jersey..." Oliver's voice trails off like a broken poem spoken during open mic night.

Your panties grew damp with each syllable that rolled off his tongue to the point where you were mentally cursing yourself for folding so quickly.

So much for attempting to gain control?

Before Oliver could say anything else, you're dropping to your knees without another word. Your eyes met with his as you're thirstily tugging the black slacks down his ankles. Your hand teasingly brushed against his bulge through his boxers. "What you waiting for, for me to shove it in your mouth?" His tone comes off as significantly condensing—as if he is growing impatient.

"Didn't know you were in a rush." You commented as you leaned forward on your knees, fingers grasping at the band of his black-colored Calvin Klein's.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. Oliver's lips parted to spit out a sarcastic comment, but before he could give you the pleasure of that—you're pushing yourself closer on your knees to take him in your mouth. Instantly your hand grasped at the shaft of his cock that couldn't fit into his mouth, slowly stroking it teasingly as you pucker your lips to kiss the tip of his cock. Your lips began to stain with the taste of his precum that leaked through the slit of his tip, and you seemed to moan at the feeling of your mouth being stuffed. Your eyes shifted close to relinquish the sense of pleasuring Oliver.

With your teasing kitten licks, Oliver took it upon himself to buck his hips to feel more of your mouth. With each thrust forward, the tip of his cock tapped at the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Your drool begins to pool out your mouth messily, and Oliver's eyes glistened in amusement at the sight. His fingers toy with your curls before he pulls you off his cock with a seductive pop.

Your tear-filled eyes stared up at Oliver, completely breathless as you were attempting to enjoy being able to breathe once again. Oliver's lips curve into a devious smirk as he leans down to grab hold of your face, his callous hands squishing your cheeks together for your lips to pucker. He's leaning in as if he wants to kiss you, but he pulls away.

"If you ball your left hand in a fist, maybe, just maybe, you'll handle my cock in your mouth better." He teased before he tried again.

His cock once again took comfort in your mouth, and you're taking note of his tip this time. Your fist balled up while you inched forward. Slowly his cock disappears in your mouth bit by bit.

Your drool stained the jersey on your body with each brash thrust forward. Your eyeliner smudged down your heated cheeks as you looked up at Oliver through your teary eyes. Even though his thick cock was taking your breath bit by bit—your eyes still twinkled in admiration for the soccer player, and your panties grew damper.

"Give me one good suck; remember what I told you. 'kay?" His fingers grasp at your coils as if he was your hair stylist—ushering you forward some more to deepthroat him.

In just a quick second, you're willing to shove Oliver's cock back in your mouth until the tip of your nose is met with the coarseness of his pubic hair. His hand instantly pressed on the back of your head, entrapping you from escaping of the fiery feeling of your throat being used recklessly. As he told you, you breathed through your nose while your hand grasped his toned thighs. Your manicured nails dug into his flesh, but you knew he could care less about some nail marks on him when his cock was in your pretty mouth. Your eyes closed just in time for a single tear to drag down your cheeks before he let your head snap back so you could catch your breath. Similar to drinking your first cup of alcohol, your throat burns. The string of saliva connected between your plush bottom lip and his cock was quite a sight if you two were filming a porno.

Your knees ached from the carpet below your body as you watched Oliver finally kick his feet from the slacks around his ankles. He palmed his cock effortlessly to coat the remainder of your saliva on him.

"Get on the bed on all fours." He urges with proficiency in his tone.

"You want to be a jersey chaser, but you must earn the jersey first, princess."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You did what you were told too quickly; you wanted to question yourself if he had some spell cast on you. You not spitting out some snarky comment during comments weren't your thing. Perhaps his cock bruising the back of your throat put you in your place, but it was too soon to judge when his cock hadn't driven its way inside you.

With your butt up in the air, you quivered, feeling his callous fingertips trace alongside the curve of your spine. His thick cock resting in between your cheeks. Your hips bucked back just to feel some friction—your pussy twitching in anticipation of feeling Oliver's cock.

"Don't be so impatient. My dick isn't going anywhere." His fingertips teasingly trace his name on your spine.

You felt the pad of Oliver's thumb brushing against your pussy lips through your soaked panties. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip before you spoke, "Could you stop the teasing?"

Oliver ignored your question as he tugged the lace fabric down your thighs. As if you're a fragile doll, he's helping you out of your panties. "Now I see why you're so impatient," Oliver mumbles as he grabs hold of his cock, guiding it towards you.

The relaxed sigh that came from Oliver when his cock felt how wet you were was like music to your ears. Your body felt so hot, feeling him shove his cock inside you little by little. Not because he wanted you to get used to his size but to push you further to the edge to beg for more.

"Please." You whimpered out as your fingers intertwined with the sheets.

"That's what I wanted to hear." He leans over, placing the sloppiest kisses down your spine.

You felt so strange because, during your other hookups, you never felt like this. Your body never felt like it was going through a continuous fever by just a subtle task like pasting kisses on your spine covered with his jersey. Your pussy never fluttered around a man's cock in anticipation. Simply curious about how exactly the Oliver Aiku strokes were.

They started off slowly; perhaps he was getting used to your drooling cunt gripping around him like a tight glove. Then the pace quickened, and the grip on your waist tightened. He now had a pace that was pleasurable for both of you. It left you creaming and fluttering around his cock, making you feel like you were on top of the world. It made Oliver feel so pussy drunk that he saw stars. The adrenaline going through his veins at the moment felt similar to when he was doing what he does best on the field. His multi-colored hair began sticking to his forehead due to the sweat droplets dribbling down his forehead. His hands grasped at his jersey that you wore so perfectly—using the jersey to yank back on his cock like a toy yo-yo.

The lewd sound of heated skin slapping against each other could be heard in the hotel room. You were sure Oliver didn't care for the guests residing in the neighboring hotel rooms. With each buck of his hip, it seems to have more aggression to it. Each thrust felt like he was attempting to express something.

Your whimpers and his hushed whines continued to intertwine with each other like a sultry tune. In such a pornographic position with your hip gripped so tightly that you were sure it was getting bruised—you adored hearing Oliver's moans. They were brash yet whiny. He was enjoying this just as much as you.

"Where does my pretty little slut want my cum, hm?" Oliver asked.

With each word that came out, he pushed his hips forward harshly to meet the plumpness of your handprint-stained ass cheeks. Your tears stained the sheets below your body as you let out muffled moans at Oliver's question—completely ignoring his question because you were so close to crumbling down yourself.

"Your back." His grip on your waist tightens as he bottoms down inside of you. Shoving his full weight upon you, completely entrapping you from running away from his harsh thrusts.

"Or maybe inside this pretty pussy of yours, hm? So many choices." He grunts out.

It became too inaudible for you to answer his question when the only feeling you could feel was the sensational feeling that sat at the pit of your stomach. Your thighs shook violently, feeling Oliver's pace only quicken. In a matter of seconds, you saw stars in your tear-filled eyes, and the only form of language you knew was Oliver's name while your cunt fluttered around his thick cock—just in time for him to finally decide where to cum at.

Despite the two of you hitting a high of pleasure—that didn't stop Oliver from filling you up with his cum. His hips sloppily push forward to ensure no droplets of his cum escape. Oliver released his grasp on your waist as he hesitantly pulled out, his cock coated with a ring of his cum.

When exhaustion finally hit you, your body felt like a fresh bowl of Jell-O. Your limbs felt like you did the same training your dad would put guys in his training camp through. Instantly, you're sitting up to grasp your gown on the ground—but Oliver stops you.

"I don't stay the night when this.." Your hand motions between the two of you. "Happens." You add.

"Now you do; you're too exhausted to even move."

"No, I'm not."

"Well, want to go another round?" Oliver grins down at you, and you glimpse up at him before letting your body drop back on the mattress below your body.

"You're insane, I'm going to sleep."

As you got comfortable on the king-size mattress, you heard Oliver chuckle and disappear into the bathroom. Before uttering any other snarky comment, you drifted off to sleep with Oliver on your mind.

The following morning, you woke up to the sun kissing your soft skin and the constant dinging of your cell phone. Your eyes fluttered open, and you stretched like an exhausted black cat before reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You pushed yourself up and grasped at the hotel sheets. The previous night was a vivid blur until you noticed the spot where Oliver was laying was empty. You woke up alone with the scent of Oliver engraving your skin and breakfast on the table in the corner. Your hand went to rub the sleep out of your eyes while scrolling through your countless social media notifications. You would have thought that you had flashed a stranger with the way your phone had been going off.

Your plan of silencing your phone and returning to continue your beauty rest was halted when you finally saw the post that had everyone in a frenzy. Oliver had tagged you in a picture wearing his jersey. You assumed he took the picture after you had dozed off after the amazing sex the two of you engaged in. The caption had your eye twitching in annoyance—but it reminded you that with Oliver, he'll always have the upper hand.

According to Oliver, you were no longer collecting jerseys.

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dear black women:

you are allowed to be soft, delicate and dependent. allow yourself to receive and be taken care of. you are worth it.

──✧ ˚ · “ 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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