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[iwaasfairy]

Nghhh. Your Iwa post! You've written a lot of Nii-san thirsts already but how about the imouto being the yan for Iwa-nii and he's secretly kinda into it? It's wrong and he knows it but hey, it's better him than other guys right? At least he knows he'll treat you better. You just have to think of him and only him. ❤

i think i’ve officially become a niichan representative and i am relishing in it,, thank you for indulging me <3 when i got this my life flashed in front of my eyes and i instantly became nothing but a hole. i’m hmmmmmg looking very inpolitely

tw incest, dubcon

Nothing in life comes easy, which is why you don’t mind having to work for what you want. You don’t get defeated easy, a trait you share with your big brother. You’re proud of it. But in moments like this, you really want nothing more than to claw someone’s eyes out, your own or maybe hers. Some girl is practically draped all over your brother’s strong arm, her manicured nails trailing down the line of his muscle like it belongs nowhere else. And you’re forced to sit and watch, because Hajime doesn’t like it when you interfere.

He calls you clingy sometimes, says that you’re just his weird little sister. When the girl stands on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, you clench your jaw, hard. The brunet has the nerve to look over at you for a second, before he smiles that shining grin her way. You stand up before you can think better of it, squeezing past her with an innocent smile. “Excuse me, can I borrow niichan for a second?” You wrap your arms around his torso and lean your head against his other arm, as the girl blinks in surprise.

“Oh, uhm- sure. See you, Iwaizumi.” She shoots another smile his way, but before he can reply you dig your fingers into his wrist and start dragging him back to the toilets. As you kick open the men’s toilets, he chuckles, unbothered by your outburst as usual. You shove the door back into lock, pouting so hard you can feel it pull at your muscles.

Hajime shakes your hand off, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do you think you’re doing, brat? I’ve already told you to stop being this weird, you don’t own me.”

“Why are doing this, Hajime nii? Do you love her more than me?” you ask, your fingers curling into your shirt in a feeble attempt to soothe yourself. You don’t tell him that you’d sooner break every bone in her pretty body before accepting his answer, but he knows. You know he knows, because every single one of the girls before this one has suddenly stopped talking to him. It wasn’t easy to dig up all that dirt, but you have done it all for him. When he doesn’t reply, you take a step closer, and circle his strong body with your arms again, resting your face against his warm chest.

“I was made for you, I’m always here to support you. And if you keep making me this mad, I will... well- you won’t like it,” you mumble, picking at the beads of your bracelet without loosening your embrace. It was a gift your niichan gave you, and you swear you’ve never been happier in your life. It was the first thing he’d gotten you which was just yours. It was also the day you swore you’d get him to admit how much he loves you back, but so far the brunet has been playing hard mode. No matter, you’ll get there in the end.

“Let go, I have things to do,” he sighs, which makes your heartbeat race. No, he can’t leave you like this!

“Not before you say you love me more!” you squeak, holding tighter as he tries to peel you off. Not trying hard enough. You drag him away from the door with all your might, and back him into one of the stalls. Hajime’s giggling, the sound travels through the empty bathroom. “It’s not funny, niichan! You’re mine. Only mine.” When you’ve sufficiently locked the door, you let go of him to glare up. He lifts a brow at you. “If you won’t say it, I’ll make you.”

“You won’t,” he huffs, though you can still see the amusement swimming in his pretty hazels. He always takes it as a game, always. “Move, baby sister. Before you hurt yourself.”

Instead of letting him past you push back on his chest to get him seated on the lid of the toilet, and sit down on his lap. Hajime blanks for a split second, before putting his hands on your shoulders. To push you off maybe, he does like to scuffle with you after all. But you slip your hand down before he can, running it up and down his bulge. Your big brother freezes, and you lay your face against his neck. Success. “Is this what you want those girls for, niichan? You want to feel good?”

“H-Hey, stop messing around.” You grab his other hand when he pulls back, and tangle your fingers with his. His heart is beating so fast, you can hear the pounding of it under his skin. It’s a lovely sound, you wish you could hear it for longer. But now’s not the time.

“I’ll make you see why I’m better, Hajime nii. I’m all yours, you’ll see.” If he didn’t want it, he wouldn’t be getting hard, would he? Your swift fingers fiddle with the zipper for a second, before you’re tugging it down enough to expose him. “You’re so handsome, that’s why I always think about you.” When your bare palm touches him, pushing the precum around and wrapping your hand around his tip, he groans and throws his head back. You start planting little kisses all over the exposed skin, and the brunet doesn’t move. As it should be.

“I’ll put it inside soon, okay? You want that too, right? Right?” You shuffle up his body a bit to roll your center to his, whimpering at the feeling. Then you plant a kiss on his lips, moaning when your tongue touches him. “Niichan’s cock belongs inside me.” You barely register it when he kisses back, rutting his cock between your legs so good your brain short-circuits. Hajime likes that you don’t get defeated easy. Even if you’re a bit of a brat.