aone couldn't say no to you, that was a well known fact. he would never even think of saying no. hell you could ask him to climb the highest mountain and he would do it without question.

what he loves most about it was that you never took advantage of his dedication to you. you never got spoiled or bratty with him. how could you when your brother was an angel!

in fact, you did you hardest to repay him for everything he did for you. he came back every day after working hard at the construction company, no doubt sweaty and dirty, exhausted - but always came home with a snack for you or a gift to see you smile.

so how could you not repay him?

so you let him do what any good little sister would do: let him stuff your precious little cunt nice and full.

he was so big, always taking it nice and slow even if you were crying and begging for more - niichan knew your body better than you did, right? of course he did!

and that was evident in the way you came around him over and over again before he was even fully inside. only once he was balls deep did he stroke your clit, praising you when you squirted all over him.

your hands always found their way to each other, fingers locked as he hovered over you. it wasn't very often that he would take the lead like that - usually you would be riding him. so you savored every single moment of it.

nothing beat the feeling of having his body cover yours completely. the size difference only making you cream around him.

it would be a while before he came, so he let you lose yourself all over him. eyes rolling back as you babbled mindlessly about how much you loved your niichan, being fucked stupid by your hulk of a big brother.

It’s not because you’re their manager, or even because you’re a girl. Other teams in the prefecture have female managers and they don’t stick out like a sore thumb - but you do.

You’ve always been on the chubbier side of things, ever since you were a kid. Your parents and family kept telling you that one day you’d hit a growth spurt and suddenly all that extra plush would be gone! And what do you know, you’re in your final year of high school and that growth spurt never quite happened! It doesn’t matter how much exercise you do or what you eat or don’t eat - you just can’t seem to shift those extra pounds, and it’s never been more stark than when you stand next to the boys, your blue and white uniform clinging to your curves while they tower over you.

There’s a picture they took at the beginning of the year of the whole team with the coaches and naturally you - smiling nervously off to the side. You’d been excited to see it printed in the school magazine - until you heard some of the girls from Oikawa’s fan club snickering over it at lunch time.

“I didn’t know Seijoh had a mascot!”

“Huh, what are you talking about?”

“The piglet next to Mad Dog! Isn’t it just so sweet how those guys took pity on the poor, ugly thing and let it hang around?”

Your cheeks had burned, but you’d stalked away before they could say anything else. Of course, it only got worse from there. Part of you wondered if they were jealous that you got to spend so much time with their beloved Oikawa, and the rest of the team and maybe that’s was why they taunted you so maliciously, singling you out and going to extremes until you either ran away or burst into tears - or both.

If only they knew how little the guys actually cared about your weight or your looks. They were nice to you - had been since the day you’d nervously shown up at Makki’s behest to ‘try out’ for the position of the manager three years ago. You could have been a 78 year old grandma and they wouldn’t have cared - you were their manager, a good one at that, and that was all they cared about. You helped them warm up, run drills, diligently passed out their bottles and towels during the breaks and you were always the first to cheer them on! You’re so sweet and chipper, they can’t help but adore you!

So it was only natural that they treated you like one of the guys - pulling you in for sweaty group hugs, ruffling your hair, slinging an arm over your shoulder and dragging you towards the gym on the rare occasions that you’re taking too long. Hell, the last training camp you guys had, you’d bunked with the Makki, Mattsun, Iwa and Oikawa because it was just easier that way.

They’re your friends - the third years especially. So you suppose it’s not a surprise when Yahaba decides to head to training a little earlier and finds you crying in the storage room, his first instinct is to comfort you. His second instinct, however, is to pull out his phone and quickly shoot his upperclassmen a message.

Your tears are dried by the time the rest of the team show up, and when Yahaba helps you up, you miss the look shared between him and the captain as a familiar hand comes to rest on the small of your back.

“They’re nothing but jealous, insecure little wastes of space,” he offers with a soft smile, rubbing soothing circles against your back. “Ignore them - you’re perfect as you are.”

It’s easier said then done. Today had been bad, your pride still stinging from being reduced to tears before your bullies - and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the team. You’re barely paying attention when they finish up, you don’t even notice when Iwa silently ushers the first and second years off. Then again, you hadn’t noticed the dark looks shared between him and the other three throughout the practice either.

They can tell that you’re still bothered by the teasing, that you didn’t believe Oikawa when he said that you were perfect just as you are - you never believe them, waving off compliments and brushing aside praise. You have no idea how attractive they really think you are. How badly they want - need - you to see that.

But that’s ok. If you won’t listen to them, they’ll just have to show you, even if you kick up a fuss. You are their chubby, adorable little manager after all, what kind of a team would they be if they didn’t try to cheer you up when you’re upset?

“kanji.” you say out loud, he jumps slightly. he’s eager in everything he does, immediately at your attention as soon as his name tumbles out your mouth.

“y-yeah?”

“can you please, please stop staring... you’re making me nervous.” you reply, biting back the attitude you were initially going to have. it’s hard to be any sorts of mad when he looks at you with a big smile, eyes wide as he looks at you with so much love.

“ah, sorry it’s just...” the words die before it leaves him, he wants to ask you, wants so desperately for you to say yes to this question, but he doesn’t want to sound like a big pervert.

“what is it?” you’re definitely not upset now.

“you know how couples do... things... with each other?” you nod, eyebrow raising with where this is going.

“well, ah i just wanted to know if you’d let me-“ you can’t catch the last part, he’s completely looked away from you- he looks like he wants to die.

“i cant hear you kanji.” you reply, now eagerly paying attention, wanting to know what’s got him like this.

he thinks he might die, it shouldn’t be this hard, you’re his girlfriend, this is something boyfriend and girlfriends do.

“can i finger you.” he finally spits, clammy hands gripping pants that have grown a little too tight around the crotch.

it takes you back a little, but your smile and laugh ease the tension.

“course you can. cmere.” you motion for him once you settle back on the couch, making room for him between your legs, his favorite place to be.

he’s on you in seconds, arm resting against the armrest and your head.

koganegawa is feverish, hips already, already looking to bump against your cunt. his desperation and willingness to fuck you is real cute.

he kisses you hard, mentally doing cartwheels because- fuck you were real hot and this is something he’s wanted to do for a while.

the only thing you’ve done is hump each other with clothes on, still exploring a new relationship with you- it’s an early bloom, but he already knows he loves you.

for being so eager, he takes his time kissing you, huffing into your mouth as he palms your chest. he’s shaking, you can feel it, can hear it every time he pulls away to breathe.

once he finally slides his hand down your shorts, he’s breathing raggedly, index finger slowly inching down to finally touch you freely.

the clamping of your legs, trapping his hand tightly against you has him rut on you, rubbing his hard and throbbing dick on your leg, the notion of him being the one to make you his out a sharp cry has his eyes roll back.

“fuck-“

he continues against your resistance, searching for your hole, wanting to know what it feels like to sink his fingers inside, but catches your clit against his wandering hand.

it’s back to back, the pangs of arousal and need that hit him right in the dick when he feels your clit throb, he didn’t know something could be so responsive, so warm and pulsing with need.

“k-kanji, please.” you whimper with the way he plays with you, finger simply rolling across your clit, not bringing you any real satisfaction.

he apologizes, knowing he’s getting too caught up, too excited.

“what do i do?” he questions, looking down for an answer.

“anything- just please, put your fingers inside me.”

he huffs out an answer, swallowing thickly before trying again.

it’s better this time, fingers wander lower and he finally finds you. he marvels at how wet you are, how warm and easy it is for him to slide his finger in.

you respond with a moan, trying to grind against this palm, and he lets you. he’s there to serve you, watch you use his hand to rut your clit right on his palm.

“m-move.” you whimper, hands twisting in his shirt, trying to bring him down to kiss you while he tentatively starts the thrust of an awkward finger in and out.

he feels you clench down, feels another gush of wetness at the curve of where his palm meets his finger. he thinks this might be the best thing he’s ever done, watching your face screw shut, tears littering your lashes.

“kaaanjii.” you cry, and he’s there to swallow it up. slotting his mouth against your own, spit mingling with yours.

he instinctively curls his finger, testing the velvet smoothness of your walls. he doesn’t expect you to react like a wild animal, bucking against him, almost having his sliding digit out of your pussy. he doesn’t know why you’re getting so wet, a thicker gush of it paints his hand. just when he thought you couldn’t get any tighter, your walls come baring down on him.

he realizes when you whine against his mouth, that you came. relents the quick and sloppy movements of his hand when you beg him to calm down. he feels the need to take a peek, wants to see the mess he’s made you make inside your panties.

it makes him dizzy when he peels your underwear away, watching your cum pool against it, strings hanging off your still spasming cunt. he leans down more, folding himself so he’s at eye level against your puffy lips, clit still visibly throbbing.

he wraps his lips around your clit before he can think, sucking on it, lapping up everything he made gush out of your pussy.

your knees knock together, try to with kogane’s head between them. a sharp cry leaves you when he gives you another suck, pushing his head away from you- the stimulation burns.

“i- sorry. ‘m sorry.” he responds to it all, blushing furiously at his own actions.

“really couldn’t help it. you look tasty.” kanji says it with no shame,