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The idea of onii-chans saying "just the tip" then bottoming out a frw minutes later is making me feral - 💔 (i swear the stepbro tag will be my undoing)(even if its not stepcest just giving that promise then shattering expectations)(its getting me too riled up)(my bleeding just stopped but this is making me loose it)

:(( nii-chans that end up messing u up wholeheartedly n break their pretty little promises to you either because 1) you should’ve known better, he’s always been like this. he’s never meant to keep the promise anyway 2) you just feel too good and he really tries. he really does, but he cannot control it any longer :(((((( actually, i have just the right candidates for it anon

cw nsfw, stepcest, dubcon, timeskip oikawa n (pussydrunk :)) kags

tooru-nii likes to think he’s the one that made you this dumb — a pleasant byproduct of the filth he’s put you through — but knows that this is why you actually caught his attention in the first place. you’re silly, naive and too gullible for your own good. too sweet, to the point it makes his teeth ache and mouth feel sticky as if he’s licking honey off your skin each time he has you spread out underneath him; sweet with the way you never, not even once, doubted his good intentions. “just the tip, pretty girl. okay? i promise.” he hums against your lips, tongue heavy on yours as he licks into your mouth and swallows down every breath and keen you let out.

it thrills him, the soft and urgent nod you give and the way your fits press against him, heart hammering in your chest so hard, he almost feels as if it thumps in his. “good girl.” tooru coos, easing his fingers out of you and reaching between his thighs already. he wraps a hand around the base of his cock — heavy and leaking, and you’re still not used to it, hence why you’re so reluctant — and uses the remaining juices on his fingers as makeshift lube. it’s good enough, he thinks, and swallows back a groan when the flared head of his cock slips between your lips. he rests one hand on your chest to hold you down — it’ll come in use later — and keeps his eyes trained on where he’s sinking into you, barely two or three inches in. shaky fingers wrap around his forearm as you gasp, the sound bringing his gaze upwards, to your pretty flushed face. you always think he’s a little out of it, chocolate eyes focused on you but looking hollow in a way that makes your toes curl. tooru’s always been an intense presence.

“nii chan,” you moan breathily, hips stuttering as he fucks himself in and out of you, slow and sensual, nudging almost at the right spot to make you crumble, but still not quite. “kiss me.” you’re so well mannered it melts him — always so good for him, asking politely with the sweetest pout. he complies, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. it’s hot and languid, open mouthed and heavy with the way his tongue licks against yours. you’re mewling and whimpering within seconds, and tooru grunts at the sound as he feels his cock twitch hard. you’ve always reacted to him that way, even back in your high school years — when he finally took the leap and claimed you as his. when you were the first person he looked for in the stands after a winning set, the only voice he could hear calling out his name before a serve. when he’d wait until everyone else has gone home before pulling his number one fan — the only one that ever really mattered — down on his lap in the warm, suffocating locker room. a kind of trophy that was more than enough, but made him feel all kinds of greedy nevertheless.

but greed is only natural, a fair consequence to what you’re gracing him with — glossy eyes and wobbling lip as your head rolls back and you moan out. tooru, please. feels good, nii chan. how could he not crave more? a strong hand reaches behind your head and grabs at the nape of your neck, fingers firm as he holds you.

“watch.” your eyes widen a bit at the rough treatment as oikawa pulls you up, head held in place, and frankly he doesn’t even care for the slight wince you give. it’s not exactly comfortable, but you dare not squeak out a word — not when it creates an angle that lets you see everything. tooru purposely slips up, rubs the pink flushed head of his cock all over your swollen clit, and reaches his hand down to slap himself against your folds a couple times. you whimper, and you’re not quite sure whether it’s pleasure or slight embarrassment.

“that’s my pussy. s’ that right?” tooru taunts and you wish to nod, but his grip on you renders you stiff. so, instead, “yes, yes nii chan,” you breathe out, eyes flickering up to look up at him instead — and you find him staring right back at you already. “all yours, tooru, j’st yours.” you watch a shudder rip through his broad shoulders and miss the way his eyes darken. he moves his hand around your neck instead, barely putting any pressure, but he has to ready himself — cause even though you’ve never put up a fight, he’s better safe than sorry.

tooru-nii has always been nothing but sweet to you — only had eyes for you and no one else. not even one single girl from the crowds that would surround him after a game, not any celebrity that he’d meet after moving to argentina. tooru nii is a good brother, one that you trust without a doubt in the world — even though his promises might not mean much. “ha-aah— tooru ni-i,” he should’ve feel bad, that much he knows. shouldn’t get off on seeing your eyes widen, flash with shock and brim with tears as he thrusts inside and knocks the breath out of your lungs.

(he shouldn't. but that hasn't ever stopped him, not even once.)

“sh, shh.” his hand moves to clamp over your loud mouth as he rolls his hips forward, until he’s bottomed all the way out, pressing up against your cervix. “you can take it, baby. nothin’ you haven’t had before.” maybe you’re just letdown, and maybe it’s the dull ache pulling at your heart and messing with your head that makes him sound this way — but it comes out strained, almost, and drips with arousal so thick your heart jolts. your eyelashes flutter, letting a few tears spill down your heated cheeks, and to oikawa, there’s no prettier sight.

he groans, the sound bleeding into a gravelly whine, and sets a rhythm that makes the headboard thud against the wall loud enough to silence any regrets.

then again, tobio nii who is so, so smitten by you and your charm. you've always had him wrapped around your little finger, ever since you first came into the picture, and there's not a force strong enough to ever make him feel ridiculous about it. in a way, he thinks it's meant to be, you and him - you, hanging off his arm, clinging to him like a lifeline. him, giving you the world and anything else you could possibly want on a silver platter, feeding you his love until you choke on it.

you've never used it against him - the vulnerability that he only ever held for you, and showed it with no trace of shame. kageyama only ever gives in to you because he wants to, aches for you until it scorches in his veins and jolts across his skin. and yet, there are times where he almost wants to challenge his self restraint, see how long he can go without losing his entirety to you.

"hah.. just the tip, angel, 's it." there's this kind of white noise ringing in tobio's ears, loud enough to make his voice sound far away as he mumbles under his breath. you're entirely on display for him to watch and grab at, smooth skin glimmering in the moonlight as he kneads at the soft flesh of your waist. he feels his chest run hot, saliva thick in his throat when you roll your hips, the soaking plush of your cunt sucking him in deeper. "wan' all of you, nii nii," you whimper out, as if in protest, shaking your head so that your hair spills all over the soft pillows. tobio nii wants to kiss you breathless, feels a breath hitch in his throat at the sight, but stands his ground nonetheless. leaning down to smother your pulsing neck in sloppy kisses, he thrusts his hips forward, just barely - but deep enough to make the coil in your tummy tighten and tingle.

"can't," kageyama whispers by your ear, teeth nibbling on the delicate skin of your jaw, "don't be greedy, baby, hm?" there's a slight tremble to his baritone as your nails dig into the sturdy flesh of his back. you wrap your arms around him, pull him close until his forehead rests in the crook of your neck and lips rub against the swell of your breast. it's too close, too much all at once, and tobio feels as if he's about to lose his mind. the shudder of your chest, little teary mewls that slip past your glossy lips, and the urgent grabbing of your hands all over his broad back - it's enough to make a saint crumble. it takes all of his self control not to slip further inside, between your slick and warm walls that feel nothing less than heavenly, and ravage you until you're breathless.

you suck in a shaky inhale, words slurred as your hands move to rest on his cheeks instead and pull him up to face you. it's so gentle, but your nii chan deserves nothing less than the sweetest treatment you can muster. you brush the hair out of his eyes, watch as his eyelashes flutter and navy irises sharpen upon setting on yours. "m'kay," it's slurred as you speak, barely above a breathy whisper, and tobio leaks all over your swollen, throbbing cunt. "wanna be good for yew, nii chan." your thumb presses down on the soft plush of his bottom lip, then rubs along his canine, as if in a trance, before you pull him down for a kiss - one that teeters him right off the edge. the brunet groans, low and guttural, and drinks up the startled squeal that rips through your throat when he eases himself in right up to the brim - until he physically cannot drive it any deeper. large, clammy hands slide underneath your frame to eventually rest at the small of your back, effortlessly easing your hips off the mattress.

"oh, fuck- god, sorry, m'sorry, baby. feels too good." you're not sure why tobio-nii keeps apologizing - but figure out he's just delirious, high off arousal and pleasure that sears through every fibre in his body. to be fair, you don't mind - you don't care, and couldn't do it for the life of you. not with how thick and heavy his cock feels inside of you, pressing against all the spots that make it seem as if he's all the way up in your throat. "good girl. f-uck. my good little sis."

tobio nii was a mystery to many - but never to you. or, at least, not until the two turned into whatever this is. but with your eyes rolling back and brains turning to mush, head feeling airy with euphoria that's far too much for you to handle - you can't dwell about it too much anyway.

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