#my hands started fidgeting and i started getting really anxious 🥲🥲🥲

[seiwas]

breaking up with caffeine 💔🫠🥲

[iwaasfairy]

babes can i request something like what you did with brother tobio who only loves his sister and shes the only one for him 🥲 but with ushijima-nii please? (its the first ever incest ive read and its still my fav 😭) only if you like and you have the time i love you thank you!!!

a/n. of course of courseee this was very fun to write (。┰ω┰。) tw. incest, size kink, jealousy, semi-public

ushijima wakatoshi x reader

Your hands are a little shaky as you allow yours to be taken into his much larger palm, staring anywhere except across the room, where the stony expression feels zeroed in on you. It’s not Tendou’s fault that the way his long, pale fingers wrap around your hand feel dangerous enough to make you sick, but you can’t help but feel it anyway.

He’s gentle when he places a hand on your lower back, gentle when guiding you left to right in an attempt to make you relax a little. “You don’t like to dance? You’re so shaky.” Tendou’s bright voice is still cheerful as he tilts his head to the side. But you notice the way his eyes search your face for something, and by his expression, he doesn’t find it.

You can’t exactly explain it either, that you’re only this wooden and stiff because his tall, lanky shape is blocking your view from your big brother— and that… You think it though, and maybe that’s enough for Tendou to get the gist, because he glances over his shoulder. His mouth corners twitch at whatever he sees, and you’re entranced by the way he leans down to your ear to sigh. “I think that your niichan is calling you over.” His lips curl into a smile as he pulls back, gently pats your head. He looks back at you again after seeming to think it over, before ever so slowly, the smile falters a little.

“Am I going to be in trouble later?”

There’s something unspoken that lingers in the words. You think he might just know, and it makes your face a horrible few degrees hotter. Obvious as you are, you can only place your hands to your cheeks in the hopes that they cool down. And you allow yourself to squeeze Tendou’s hand once, before shaking your head. “No, I think I might be.” You blink, stomach dropping when you catch Toshi nii’s eyes for the first time since earlier tonight. He stares like he’s been looking the entire time, and knowing him, he might’ve been. “Later, Satori.”

You brush through the people before you can think about whether or not there will even be a later.

When you get to Wakatoshi, he’s still holding a beer bottle, and tilts it side to side in a motion that might be calming in any other context. You right your back, puff your chest forward a bit as you clench your hands together behind your butt. “You called for me, nii nii?” you softly ask, careful to phrase it gently. But the brunet doesn’t really look away from the spot in the crowd he’d been watching; only slowly breathes in and out.

The slow ticking of your internal clock with each breath makes you more anxious. So anxious in fact, that you start fidgeting with your skirt like a scolded child. “W-we were just- just dancing for a little while, ya’know? It wasn’t serious. Tendo was just keeping me company.” Wakatoshi finally looks at you when you fall quiet, chewing your lip as you try your best to read his face. He’s been quiet all week though, quiet and … well- weird. “Because you were talking to Semi,” you tack on the whisper, not daring to look away from him.

“I know,” your big brother mumbles back, almost too soft to hear it, before he puts the bottle onto the table to his side and stands up from his leaning position to his full height. Wakatoshi nii towered over you ever since you were old enough to remember, but for the first time in a long while, you’re awfully aware of it. Aware of how much bigger he is, and how you probably pissed him off. But where in the past he’d have just ignored you, looking past you with a slight frown— tonight he looks.

Looks so intently at your face that you’re unable to do anything but stare back, popping your lip in and from between your teeth. Swallowing every few seconds, until he puts you out of your misery by leaning down towards you. Toshi nii has never hurt you before, and you don’t want to think he would -ever— but you’d still sooner expect to get a tap across the face like your mom used to do, than for your stoic niichan to place his hand on the back of your skull and just keep you in place for him to press a kiss to the crown of your head. He lingers as he speaks, “come step out with me for a second,” before letting go.

The spot where his lips touched seems to radiate heat long after he’s pulled away, even when you reach up to touch it with wide eyes.

You follow him out of the room without another word, only stopping when he does under the street light outside the hall where his team is still celebrating. The blue-ish light casts a while halo around his fluffy hair, but casts a shadow to the floor where Wakatoshi seems to hesitate when he looks down at you. “You know I like talking to you,” he starts, deep voice unwavering as always— but something off in his expression, “talking to you is easy.”

“Of course,” you softly agree, “because I’m your sister… it’d feel easy.”

“I suppose,” Toshi nii agrees, slowly rubbing his hand over his neck. “Do you— ever think about me though? As a man.” The way his eyes meet yours have a sort of intensity you’ve never seen before, and you lock your sweaty hands together instantly. You open your mouth to respond, but he is quicker. “Because I think of you as a woman a lot. I think you’re beautiful, and I enjoy our time together. When you talk to other men, I don’t like it, and I want you to talk to me instead.”

He talks like what he’s saying makes sense, but you’re unable to stop him. “I think I get jealous when you’re not around me.”

“Stop,” you whisper, as Wakatoshi steps closer and tilts your face up to him.

“I hate seeing you smile at someone else, or talk to someone else.” He doesn’t falter, doesn’t even pause— always with that same stubborn determination that’s gotten him the farthest in life. His hazel eyes flick around your face as you grab his wrist for support, and bite your lip and whine out his name. What the hell are you supposed to do with that?! “I want you—”

“Niichan, you’re not making any sense-” you snap, watching his cheeks dust with the softest pink; as you realize he’s serious. He’s serious, and you are falling, like you’re sinking through the floor into his arms.

“I love you,” he stubbornly admits, stepping right up to you so your toes are touching, and wrapping an arm around your back. He stays like that, covering you from the cold and the dark like he always had before; breathing in slowly but surely. And it hits you that the reason why you’re about to cry at the look in his eyes, is because you always kind of knew. You knew that when he’d go out of his way to walk you back from class with an umbrella held over your head, it was out of love. That the way he’d nuzzle his face into your shirt at late nights talking, and the beautiful way his laugh would fill your room up— that it was a rare thing.

Or when he called you late after practice, without anything in particular to say. Or how he’d put you on his shoulders, so careful not to drop you. How he’d only ever talk back to your mom when she’d comment on how close you are, how co-dependent. It hits you all at once that he always felt this way, and just didn’t have the words to express it. And it hits you that you never got over your stupid childhood crush on your niichan— that you just didn’t want to say the words. It makes you lean into him with a sniffled realization of guilt, as his hands move to wrap around your cheeks like you’re made of glass. “I love you,” he whispers again, letting a small smile come to his lips. “Is that okay?”

“You can’t tell anyone,” you say back, and swallow when his face comes closer and closer to yours.

But Wakatoshi nii only hums, “I haven’t told anyone except you.” And then you feel the heat of his face near yours and close your eyes, and a pair of lips come over yours. Softly at first, before you grab the front of his shirt and pull him in harder, suddenly overrun with emotion. It makes him grab your ass, pull you closer to his body and slip a tongue into your mouth that tastes sweet and bitter all at once. You can’t help but moan when he sucks on your tongue and kisses you so good it makes you forget- before pulling back to look at you.

His hazel browns are blown out and lips flushed pink from the kiss, as he groans. “You have no idea how often I had to stop myself from wanting this. I want you. I want to have you all to myself—”

“Then have me,” you surprise yourself by what comes out, how pitched and desperate you sound as you try to catch your breath. But it’s all Wakatoshi nii needs to squeeze your cheeks and dip back down to kiss you harder, tasting you and licking and sucking- making you feel scorching hot from top to bottom. His strong hands knead in your ass, before sliding under your thighs to pick you up against his body in one fell swoop, without disconnecting from you. He only pulls back to let out a groan as your center rubs against him where you lock your legs, pushing his head into your neck.

“It’s not fair that I had to escape to the bathroom for a cold shower any time you walked around the house. Should’ve done this so much sooner.”

“Please.” You shiver as he runs a hand up your belly to pull your bra aside and grab a handful, before groaning against your lips as you whimper for another kiss. He rubs your nipple as you rub your crotches together for more friction, only making him more impatient in the process. But you’re just the same, because you can feel our panties start to get awfully wet at the feeling of his dick hardening in his pants. “Niichan, we’re still in public,” you whine out though, back wanting to curl as he pinches your puffy nipples so good.

“Then hurry to my car,” Wakatoshi bites out, barely able to put you down to start searching his back pocket for his car keys with fire burning behind his eyes. “Hurry in. I’ve wanted to slide my cock into that little cunt of yours for so fucking long— I need it now.” You don’t need to be told twice when he pulls you back again to kiss you hard and deep, before pulling you towards the car park on long legs.