#i had to settle on fabric instead of foamy not sticky tape

[undermattsun-archive]

“why can’t u be more like your kuya iwa? he’s studying sports medicine” little do they know he’s using u for anatomy practice 😍-L

a/n: no but it’s the way this was rotting in my drafts for so long ksdfhk im so sorry L i doubt u even remember asking this cus it was so long ago, but anyway THE KUYA HAJIME AGENDA LIVES ON but yeah this is just a short little slice nothing major!!

and for those who don’t know kuya = older brother/cousin (usually)

18+ set post-timeskip

warnings: INCEST, no if ands or buts this is cest and minors do not come near or i will start a riot, no explicit sexual content but there’s some on the line touching and it could also be implied <3

“Seriously Kuya, I don’t wanna.” You whine, hoping that your usual pout will get you out of your brother’s taping practice. Although you never minded lending a hand to your brother and being his obedient little practice dummy, it was boring sitting there and the sticky residue was annoying to get off. The only plus being that it earns you his undivided attention.

“I have prewrap this time it’s okay, baby.” He smiles at you gently, the rare pet name sending a flutter through your heart as you nod begrudgingly, keeping that pout firmly set. “Now sit still.”

You chew at your lip, schooling your expression into something more passive as you settle further onto his bed, watching quietly as he sits by your feet, grabbing your ankle and dragging you closer.

There's a tickle in your chest, always in awe of how strong yet gentle your Kuya is. 

Carefully he takes the bright red prewrap, your admiration only growing as callused fingers skillfully wrap the bright red fabric over your ankle. The mastery in his motions has your mouth drying, that taboo yet curious thought of how it would feel to have adept fingers dancing along your flesh.

How it would feel to have them digging deep into your cunt. 

There’s a surge of heat in your chest and cheeks, shaking your head as if the sinful thoughts could fall right out. A wave of paranoia biting at your heels that your Kuya just might be able to read your naughty thoughts. 

“I said don’t move, be good for me.” He chastises, the crease in his brow forcing you to go deathly still. 

Be good for Kuya, be good for Kuya.

Your mind is racing as he continues to circle your ankle with the tape, holding back a squeal as his other hand slides up your calf, firmly gripping onto you at the base of your knee. 

“You’re thinkin’ a little loud, baby. Something you want to say?” His hand shifts, fingers now tracing along the back of your thigh, you try to keep your legs from trembling but your failure is more than apparent.

“Just that, just that Kuya is so good at this.” You whisper, unsure if you should keep your eyes on the hand crawling dangerously up your leg or on the suspiciously passive expression of your Kuya Hajime who’s still wrapping your ankle.

“There’s a lot of things I’m good at.” He replies nonchalantly, suddenly retracting his hand to rip the tape and tamp it down. “Let me try your other ankle, but if you keep moving I get to tie you down.”