rin!

21! any prns

[ayatoluvr]

RIN ! 21. ANY PRNS! ASIAN.

NSFW + DARK CONTENT !

[09132001]

mutt

content warning: smut, 18+ content, pervert!bf sungchan, creampie, lowkey size kink, jinsu is mouthy word count: 1.2k

your boyfriend is not as patient as he seems.

Sungchan is known for his discipline. His restraint is something that he is lauded for, be it at work or his personal life. After all, it takes so much just to maintain his position—to have the sculpted body, the regularly scheduled no-phone dinners with his friends, the weekly calls with his parents (not to mention the bi-monthly hikes with his father), all whilst maintaining an impeccable performance in his career. His friends are of the opinion that his rather erratic mood swings are the direct (and only) consequence of his excessive self-control. They have no idea, of course, that it was your ass that received most of the tension and impatience that he so desperately subdues.

Take this afternoon, for example. It wasn't a completely shitty day if you tried to be objective about it. True, it was a lot more humid than you wanted. Things could have gone a lot more smoothly at work. You would have worn a better bra if you were expecting the sweltering heat that was going to assault you the moment you left your company's building. Regardless, you were excited to go home and rest in the company of your sweet boyfriend.

You had barely closed the door to your shared apartment when you hear Sungchan’s footsteps softly padding towards you. He immediately reaches for your bag, easing the process of shedding off your coat and shoes. 

“Hi, love. Long day?” 

“Yeah, but I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” 

You gaze at him, and he was already looking at you with nothing short of adoration. 

“Missed you today, baby.” 

“Missed you too. I made your favorite, you know.” 

You couldn’t help but beam at him. Nevermind that sweat had stuck to your skin; nevermind that you felt as though it was starting to fester beneath the layers of your clothes given that the rush of your commute cramped a hundred or so people in a single train car. Sungchan kissed your neck and began to inhale, gripping your waist while sighing contentedly.

His hands went straight to your ass, kneading against the coarse material of your pencil skirt. The friction burned against your skin, red and deliciously irritated by the way his massive hands rubbed on your backside. 

“Jinsu,” you breathed. 

“Please, baby. Been waiting for you all day.” 

“I haven’t even showered.”

“Don’t care. I love the way you smell. You know that.”

You began to feel lightheaded by his desperation. You forgot just how nasty your boyfriend truly was.

His hands grasped your blouse, haphazardly tugging it against your shoulders in an attempt to take it off. His fingers made quick work of the buttons, grunting the more impatient he got.

“Baby, bedroom, please.” 

It seemed as though he didn’t hear you; he was fixated on reaching your bare skin (and you were afraid that he was going to take it out on your new blouse).     

“Sungchan, baby. Need you on the bed. Don’t wanna do this on the couch.” 

He immediately grabbed your hand in his, tossing your bags on the floor as he dragged you across the living room in an effort to get you to bed as fast as humanly possible.

Upon reaching the bedroom, you did him the favor of undressing yourself before he could say anything. Sungchan picked up your discarded underwear and proceeded to lie on the mattress. He sniffed the material and began to palm himself against his sweatpants.

"Fucking hell, baby. I've been thinking about your pussy all day."

You need to climb him. That is the only possible way of shutting him up and surviving whatever frenzy he's in. (It is also possible that you're thinking this because you simply cannot ignore how impossibly wet he's gotten you just by being his perverted self.)

You quickly tugged off his sweatpants, eager to get his massive cock in your mouth.

"Not today, love. Need to fuck your pussy before I die."

You decided to straddle his thigh. He may be desperate, but you will not pass up an opportunity to tease him in the slightest.

"Oh, fuck. You're wet enough for me to just shove my cock in you. Does your pussy hurt from throbbing against nothing? Want me to make it worse, baby?" You couldn't help but whine as he tensed his thigh muscles against your bare core.

Between the two of you, Sungchan had the tendency to run his mouth. You always seem to forget just how putty you become when he talks you through it.

You aligned yourself against his cock, letting out a whimper the moment the thick head entered your hole. You wanted to bide your time, but Sungchan seemed to have a different plan as he grabbed your waist to fully slot himself in you.

"Slow down, baby. God. You're so fucking big."

"I need you to take it, baby. Need to fuck you."

You began to bounce on his cock, the iron grip on your waist unrelenting. The pain inside you was so fucking delicious it was borderline maddening. You could hear how wet you were as you took all of Sungchan in you.

"Cream on it, baby. Feel good on my cock."

"Sungchan," you sobbed. No words can ever fully articulate how he made you feel. The situation almost drove you into a mania when you felt your clit brushing against his pubes, adding further stimulation to the building pressure within you.

Almost instantaneously, Sungchan flipped you over. You were now on your stomach, his large physique ghosting behind you. You felt him drag your ass upwards, followed by a numbing sting as he landed a sharp spank against your skin, sending you lurching forward against the sheets.

"Your ass is so beautiful."

He delivered three more smacks, the sound ringing against the walls despite the heavy warmth throughout the room. Afterwards, his weight gradually rested against you. He knew you loved the pressure of his huge body.

You felt him insert his cock inside you, and from this angle, you could feel all of him - almost as though he was going to reach your cervix. By God, however, it felt like his cock only grew bigger. He was going to destroy you. Without a warning, he started to mercilessly piston behind you.

"Jinsu, 's too much. You're so big." You cried out.

"Don't run, baby, please. Need you to take it for me. Please. Take all of my cock."

Sungchan continued to fuck you, and all you could focus on was the headboard rhythmically striking the bedroom wall. You had to keep your head within this realm, otherwise you'd finish early.

"F-fuck," he continued to press his hips against yours. You grabbed the sheets in an attempt to stifle your building orgasm. His massive chest was rubbing against your back, his skin hot.

"Want me to put a baby inside you? Fill your hole with my cum and fuck it back right into you to make sure none of it gets out?"

That did it for you. A hot, white flash washed over you as you sobbed his name repeatedly.

The feeling of your hole squeezing his cock did nothing to help Sungchan. He almost immediately followed, the ropes of his seed leaking inside of you as his hips stuttered. He pulled his dick out just to watch his cum drip out of your pussy. He groaned, squeezing his cock to prolong the ecstasy of seeing how his seed filled your abused hole.

"You're a dog, you know that?"

"Want me to fuck you for a second time like one?"

a/n: sorry if this is rather belated, your girl is terribly busy. this is not proofread!!! anyway - i 🤍 perverted boyfriends [especially if it's sungchan].

➞ on a more serious note, this was a bit.. uninspired.. for my liking. i really just wanted to post to keep the momentum going. i also feel like i'm going to re-publish this in the future, lol. i like this song too much to be writing something lackluster. i'm also hoping to put out something more developed soon. thank you for all the kindness on my previous post. <3

[letterfromhk]

₊ anton ❤︎᭮ ⠀ 𑁯 𓈒 ՞ keep walking 🐾 08132026

ⓘ : app-controlled / remote vibrator, public play / semi-public teasing, orgasm control / edging, mild public risk, condescending / teasing dirty talk, power imbalance (him fully in control), overstimulation risk, cute / desperate reader reactions

👼🏻 : not a request but i decided to post this :3

he’s got the app open on his phone the second you sit down next to him on the couch.

you’re wearing one of his hoodies and soft shorts, still a little pink in the face from when he made you put the little pink toy in earlier. it sits snug inside you, quiet for now. anton hasn’t turned it on yet. he’s just scrolling through the settings with one hand while his other arm rests along the back of the couch behind you.

“you ready?” he asks, voice soft. he’s already smiling that small, mean little smile he gets when he’s about to be mean in the nicest way.

you nod, small. “don’t make it too strong at first…”

“i know, baby.” he leans in and kisses the side of your head. “i’ll be nice. at first.”

he taps the screen.

the vibrator comes to life on the lowest setting, just a gentle, steady buzz deep inside you. your breath hitches. your thighs press together on instinct. anton watches your face the whole time, eyes half-lidded and fond.

“there she is,” he murmurs. “my cute girl. already reacting so much.”

he lets it stay on low for a while, just watching the way you shift and bite your lip. every time you make a tiny sound he looks even more pleased. after a minute he slowly drags the intensity up one level. the buzz gets stronger. your hand flies to his thigh.

“anton—”

“shh. you’re okay.” he keeps his eyes on the app, thumb hovering over the slider. “just feel it. i wanna see how long you can stay quiet.”

you try. you really do. but when he bumps it up again the sound that leaves you is soft and high and completely involuntary. he laughs under his breath, quiet and warm, and leans over to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“so cute,” he whispers. “look at you. little toy inside you and you’re already melting.”

he starts playing with the patterns. switches from steady to a slow pulse. then a sharper one. every change makes you jolt or whimper or grab at his shirt. he never looks away from your face for long. he seems to love every single reaction.

“too much?” he asks when he turns it up higher and your hips twitch hard against the couch.

you shake your head quickly, even though your eyes are getting glassy. “n-no… just— ah— feels strong—”

“i know.” he strokes your hair with his free hand, still adjusting the app with the other. “you’re taking it so well. my good girl. so pretty when you get all shaky like this.”

he keeps you like that for a long time, teasing the intensity up and down, switching patterns whenever you start to get used to one. sometimes he leaves it on a mean, constant buzz until you’re properly squirming and soft little “please”s start slipping out. sometimes he turns it almost all the way down just to watch you chase the feeling with tiny frustrated movements of your hips.

“begging already?” he coos when you finally look at him with wet eyes. “we’ve barely started. i can keep this up for hours if i want.”

you make a soft, desperate sound and he kisses it off your mouth, still smiling.

eventually he sets the vibrator to a strong, steady rhythm and locks the phone so you can’t see the screen. then he just holds you while it works, one arm around your waist, the other hand stroking your thigh, watching every little tremble and whimper like it’s his favorite show.

“you’re doing so good,” he keeps whispering. “so cute for me. take it a little longer. wanna see you come just from this.”

when you finally do it’s with a soft broken cry against his neck, thighs shaking, hands fisted in his shirt. the vibrator is still going. he doesn’t turn it off right away. he just holds you through the aftershocks, pressing kisses to your hair, murmuring soft praise while the toy keeps buzzing inside your oversensitive body.

“that’s my girl,” he says quietly, finally lowering the intensity to something gentle. “so perfect. so cute when you come on the toy i control.”

he leaves it on low while you catch your breath, still tucked against his side, completely soft and wrecked.

and every time you twitch he just smiles, glances at the app, and decides whether to be nice or mean next.

𓈒. ݂۫ ᰷ ✚ 𝄞 𓈒

you’re sitting across from him at the little café near the company building when your phone buzzes once in your pocket.

it’s not a message.

anton is looking at his own phone under the table, completely calm, iced americano in front of him like nothing is happening. then the vibrator inside you clicks on.

low, steady, just enough to make your thighs press together under the table.

your eyes snap up to his.

he doesn’t even look at you at first. he just takes a slow sip of his drink, then finally glances over with that soft little smile.

“you okay?” he asks, voice normal volume. polite. “you look a little warm.”

you nod quickly, trying to keep your face neutral. the buzz is gentle but constant, sitting right against the spot that makes it hard to think. anton watches you for another second, then taps his screen once.

the pattern changes. slow pulses instead of steady. each one makes your breath hitch.

“anton—” you whisper, barely moving your lips.

“hmm?” he tilts his head, still looking perfectly innocent. “something wrong, baby?”

you shake your head. your hands are clenched in your lap. across the café someone laughs. a staff member walks past with a tray. the vibrator keeps pulsing inside you like it has all the time in the world.

he lets it stay on that setting while he actually carries on a normal conversation, asking about your schedule, complaining softly about practice, completely unbothered. every time your eyes flutter or your fingers tighten around your cup he looks a little more pleased.

then he turns it up.

the sudden jump in intensity makes you jolt. your knee bumps the table. anton’s foot gently presses down on top of yours under the table, warm and steadying.

“careful,” he murmurs, still smiling. “people will notice if you’re too obvious.”

you glare at him as best you can while your face is getting hotter by the second. he just chuckles under his breath and takes another sip, thumb clearly still moving on the app.

he keeps you there for almost twenty minutes.

sometimes low enough that you can almost pretend it’s nothing. sometimes high enough that you have to bite the inside of your cheek and stare very hard at the table. every time someone walks by too close he drops the intensity just enough that you don’t make a sound, then ramps it back up once they’re gone like it’s a game.

“you’re doing so well,” he says quietly at one point, leaning forward like he’s just telling you a secret. “my cute girl. sitting here all pretty with a toy buzzing inside her and still trying to look normal. so good for me.”

your eyes get a little shiny. he notices. of course he does. he softens the pattern for a few seconds as a reward, then makes it meaner again once you’ve recovered.

by the time he finally pays and stands up your legs feel unsteady. he slips an arm around your waist like a normal boyfriend and guides you out of the café, phone still in his other hand.

the second you’re on the quieter side street he bumps the intensity up high for just a few seconds. enough to make you gasp and grab his jacket then drops it back down while he laughs softly against your hair.

“almost home,” he promises, voice warm and a little mean. “be good for a little longer. then i’ll let you come.”

he keeps the toy on the whole walk back.

and the whole time his thumb never really leaves the app.

𓈒. ݂۫ ᰷ ✚ 𝄞 𓈒

the second you’re on the quieter side street he bumps the intensity up high for just a few seconds. enough to make you gasp and grab his jacket then drops it back down while he laughs softly against your hair.

“almost home,” he says, but he doesn’t mean it as comfort.

he keeps the toy on a mean, pulsing setting the entire walk. every time you start to adjust or get used to it he changes the pattern without looking at you. sharp bursts. long low drones. sudden spikes that make your steps stutter.

“anton—” you whisper, voice tight. “please, it’s too much while we’re walking—”

“walk normally.” his arm stays around your waist, casual and steady, like he’s just a boyfriend walking his girlfriend home. his other hand is in his pocket with the phone. “people are still around. if you start looking weird someone’s gonna notice.”

you try. you really do. but when he turns it up again your knees go a little weak and you have to lean harder into him. he just adjusts his grip and keeps walking at the same unbothered pace.

“you’re doing so cute right now,” he murmurs, almost conversational. “all shaky and trying so hard to be good. i can feel you twitching every time i change it.”

“turn it down,” you beg quietly. “just a little. please.”

he glances at you, eyes soft and completely unsympathetic. “no.”

another sharp pulse hits and you bite down on a whimper. he makes a small, pleased sound.

“see? you can take it. my good girl can take a little more.” he waits until a couple passes you on the sidewalk before he ramps it higher again, right when you’re trying to look normal. the sudden intensity makes your breath catch audibly. he pretends not to notice.

“anton, i’m serious—”

“so am i.” his thumb moves on the screen again. the vibrator switches to a relentless, steady high that makes your whole body tense. “we’re only five minutes away. you can handle five minutes. or do you want me to make it edge for the rest of the walk instead?”

you shake your head quickly, eyes already wet. he smiles like that’s the answer he wanted.

he doesn’t ease up once.

every time your breathing gets too uneven he gives you two seconds of mercy, then puts it right back where it was. every time you grab at his sleeve he just pats your hand and keeps walking. when you finally start properly trembling against his side he leans in close to your ear, voice low and warm and mean.

“look at you. can’t even walk straight anymore and we’re still in public. so desperate already. i haven’t even touched you yet.”

you make a soft, frustrated sound that turns into a whimper when he bumps the intensity one last time. he laughs under his breath, completely delighted.

“almost there, baby. hold it in. if you come on the street i’m going to be so disappointed in you.”

you don’t come.

but it’s a near thing.

by the time he finally unlocks the dorm door your legs are shaking and your face is hot and there are tears on your lashes from how long he’s kept you on edge. he ushers you inside, closes the door, and only then only then does he turn the vibrator down to a low, almost gentle buzz.

he cups your face with his free hand, still looking completely calm.

“good girl,” he says softly. “you did so well. now get on the bed. i’m not turning it off yet.”

[yahinata]

good morning/nights ❤️

[duskdragonxiii]

Why is pet play always dogs anyway

[duskdragonxiii]

Youre a dirty little goldfish arent you. daddys gonna clean your tank out so good so you have to wait in the sink until im done.

[quasarkisses]

Apparently because you have no idea how to care for anything but a dog

[duskdragonxiii]

Daddy is not known for his animal husbandry

[naomiiocha]

Vivian Hugo fanart based on this fic by @kamiflix !! I’ve been yearning for Hugo and bunny so bad guys I want these two men to suffocate me SO BADDD, need Hugo’s fingers in my mouth NOWWW

[mysoupi]

bunny bunny bunny bunny

[keki1205]

Sae Itoshi v Bunny Iglesias !

[naomiiocha]

bnuuy iglesias yearning week. Join me.

[mydiluc]

love a fictional man who moans into my mouth about how he’s going to marry me and give me babies and grow old with me while he’s thrusting ♡

[mydiluc]

i love a man who cannot control himself when you’re wearing yummy scented/flavored lipgloss. it’s so cute, he goes to kiss you and then gets a taste of that cherry or vanilla, or mint — and suddenly he’s grinning against your mouth before diving in again. pulls away after kissing you all hard and consuming, now with sparkly slick lips of his own and wiping at your mouth with his thumb while you stand there a bit stunned c: ♡

[bugsyverse]

wearing an itty bitty little dress in public and you reach your arms up to hug him and he puts his arm around your waist and on your ass to hold the dress down so it doesn't ride up 😞

[cruel-hiraeth]

lounging on your stomach wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a cheeky pair of underwear, completely absorbed in a book—so much so that you don’t hear your f/o enter the room. they admire the view for a moment, but are overcome with such cuteness aggression that their body moves on its own: they lunge at you and fucking bite the fat of your ass, their body pinning yours down even as you shriek and attempt to scramble away. for them, any consequences pale in comparison to your adorable reaction <3

[sexyladyonbed]

[jinsusdoll]

would you write noncon for Anton x reader but she's like really sensitive when it comes to physical touch let alone sexual activities, ughh his big hand trying to shut her up as he fucks her so roughly but she can't help it !! >< first time requesting anything from you but I love your writing btw !!!

cw: non-consensual sexual act / rape (noncon), physical restraint, severe overstimulation, physical violence, crying/sobbing, forced touch, graphic degradation. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

a/n: was lowkey nervous... hope you like it !! lmk please T^T

I REPEAT. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

anton had always known you were delicate—too soft, too easily overwhelmed, the kind of person who flinched when a shoulder brushed against yours in a crowded hall. your skin was so sensitive that even a gentle touch left faint pink marks that took hours to fade. to anyone else, that meant handling you with extreme care.

to anton, it just meant you were broken wide open before he even laid a finger on you.

the bedroom door was locked, the heavy deadbolt clicking into place with a finality that made your heart hammer against your ribs. you backed away until your spine hit the edge of his mattress, your hands trembling so violently you couldn't even form words to beg him to stop.

anton didn't say anything. his tall, broad frame towered over you, his dark eyes pitch-black and entirely vacant of mercy as he kicked his shoes off. he didn't care that you were shaking. he didn't care that tears were already streaming down your face from pure terror.

"anton, please— please don't— i can't—" you choked out, your voice breaking into a desperate sob.

he moved too fast. before you could scramble away, his heavy weight crushed you down into the mattress. his big hand shot out, broad fingers clamping brutally over your mouth and lower face, shutting off your pleas mid-sentence. the sheer size of his palm covered you from your nose to your chin, smothering your cries into muffled, wet gasps against his warm skin.

"shut up" he rasped into your ear, his voice low, heavy, and completely unyielding.

"you scream too much. you're gonna quiet down and take this."

with his other hand, he grabbed the front of your shirt, the fabric tearing with a sharp, terrifying sound. the sudden cool air against your bare skin made your entire body shudder, your nerve endings flaring with immediate, agonizing sensitivity.

every touch felt magnified by ten—the rough texture of his jeans against your thighs, his heavy chest trapping your breath, the hard pressure of his thumb digging into your jaw to keep your head pinned flat.

you thrashed beneath him, bucking your hips with everything you had, but anton didn't even sway. he pinned your legs apart with his heavy knees, using his immense size to completely immobilize you.

"look at you" anton growled, his face inches from yours as his hand kept your mouth firmly sealed.

"so fragile. a light touch makes you jump, huh? let's see how you handle this."

he didn't bother prepping you.

he unzipped his pants with a heavy rasp, positioned his broad length at your entrance, and shoved straight inside you in one blunt, brutal motion.

a muffled, shattered scream died in your throat against the meat of his palm.

the pain was sharp, but the sheer, overwhelming sensation was worse. your body, completely unprepared and hyper-sensitive, instantly went into overload.

your internal muscles clamped down tight in shock, every single nerve ending firing at once as he began to move. the friction felt blinding, hot and unbearable, tearing a non-stop stream of choked, muffled sobs from behind his hand.

anton let out a low, guttural groan at how impossibly tight you were around him, his hips immediately picking up a fast, punishing rhythm.

"fuck" he hissed, his dark eyes locked on your tear-streaked face.

"you're so fucking tight... feeling every inch of me, aren't you?"

he pounded into you without a second of rest, his heavy hips crashing against yours with a force that made the headboard slam repeatedly against the wall.

every deep, unyielding thrust sent a wave of agonizing pleasure and sharp distress straight up your spine.

your hands clawed uselessly at his wrist, trying to pull his massive hand off your mouth so you could breathe, so you could scream, but his grip was like an iron cage.

he squeezed your jaw tighter, his thumb pressing hard against your cheekbone to keep you from turning away from him.

"keep crying" he muttered, his voice thick with a dark, terrifying satisfaction as he watched your eyes roll back from the sensory overload.

"i want to feel you shaking under me. i want you to feel exactly how big i am inside you."

your body couldn't process the intensity.

the sheer heat, the weight of his body crushing yours, and the relentless, deep impact of his thrusts pushed your hyper-sensitive system way past its limit.

forced moans and broken whines bubbled past his fingers, your tears wetting his palm as your brain completely short-circuited under the brutal pace.

you tried to push his chest away, but your strength was completely gone, your limbs trembling so hard they felt weightless.

anton felt your muscles begin to spasm around him, your body involuntarily coiling toward a forced, overwhelming peak that you couldn't control or stop.

"that's it" anton rasped, his thrusts getting deeper, harder, grinding blunt against your sensitive center until you snapped.

"take it. take daddy's cock."

your body broke into a violent, sobbing orgasm, your walls tightening around him so hard it was almost painful.

a long, muffled cry echoed beneath his palm, your chest heaving frantically as the intense sensations washed over you in unbearable waves.

the feeling of you clenching around him broke anton's remaining control.

he let out a dark growl, driving himself to the hilt one last time and cumming deep inside you, his heavy body shuddering as he filled you completely.

he stayed buried inside you, his heavy weight keeping you pinned to the mattress while your body continued to twitch and shudder beneath him.

slowly, anton lifted his hand from your mouth, leaving red, distinct finger marks pressed into your skin.

you gasped for air, sobbing uncontrollably, your chest rising and falling in rapid, ragged hitches.

anton leaned down, pressing his mouth against your ear, his hand sliding down to gently stroke your wet, trembling thigh—a terrifyingly calm touch after the violence he had just put you through.

"good girl" he whispered, his voice raspy and satisfied as he felt you tremble under his palm. "you handled that so well for me."

[shockspectrum]

imagine having to tell your monogamous partner that you knocked up someone else while they were away on a business trip

[toomuchbirth]

The neighbor was resting between contractions. Her husband had left her over this unwanted affair baby, and now was the moment your wife would decide whether she was going to do the same.

You were in the house, and the beautiful woman you'd been cheating with for months now was completely naked, belly huge with your bastard child, legs spread wide. She wasn't bulging. Yet. But she was drenched with sweat, exhausted, scared and lashing out at you for doing this to her.

You were naked too. Rock hard, aching, loving every moment of her labor. This baby had ruined her life completely, she'd lost her husband, her job, her own family thought she was a slut and she had no clue how she was going to keep the house. Thinking about how your own life was about to be brutally rocked as she struggled to sob out the oopsie neither of you wanted was only turning you on more.

"Yea." You said to your wife over the phone, starting to shamelessly touch yourself. "Mine. During that trip... You know the one. It was a whole month long, you said it was the best trip you'd been on in years? We slept together. A lot. She thought you'd said I'd gotten a vasectomy, so she assumed it was safe. But now my baby is coming out of her, is probably in her birth canal now."

You leaned forward, and she moaned as you pushed a finger inside her. Only two knuckles in, you felt slimy, wet hair, a firm mass. "Oh yea. It's comin', I feel it. She started pushing a little bit ago, she's doing sooo good even though it hurts so bad."

Your wife was stunned. "She's... Really giving birth? Right now?" A surge of guilty pleasure takes you as you say "Yep. To my affair baby. She hates that this is happening, she was fucking me because she was scared her husband would put another in her. But now here she is... Oh, oh god, hon, she's PUSHING... Fuck..."

The poor thing just lifted her legs, is letting out a guttural grunt of effort as her face scrunches beautifully. "She's pushing as we speak?" Your wife asks. "Yes." You manage, breathlessly. "It hurts so bad, honey... She didn't want another baby and I made her grow one behind your and her husband's back... Our secret, horrible little brat, and she's pushing it OUT..."

You take a picture, send it to your wife. She reacts with a... Sound. Almost a moan? "Fuck, she IS pushing... She's huge with your affair bastard... You son of a bitch... I'm never going to forgive you... You really cheated on me... Mngh..."

"What are you doing, hon?" You ask, even as you rub your baby momma's back. Your wife breathlessly answers "Running numbers on if we can afford to keep your slutty fucking mistress in her house... And rubbing my pregnant pussy."

You're stunned. "But... You made me use a condom..." You pant, as the poor woman who's life you ruined falls back, whimpering, holding your free hand for comfort. Your wife let out... A whimper?

"Mmmhm. I thought my boss was serious enough about his marriage to trust his condoms. Turns out he puts holes in them. So now I'm growing his affair baby. I wasn't sure how to tell you. Now..." A moan through the phone. "Tell me how your little slut looks as she births your little punishment, after work. Maybe I'll let you fuck my cheater pussy as you do. If you're lucky I won't leave you for this. Bastard."

You take another picture of your Mistress' crotch. "God, she's BULGING..." Your wife moans. "Keep the phone on speaker, help her deliver. Let me hear every moment." You cum hard, some of it almost landing on the laboring woman's straining slit.

Your life has absolutely changed forever...

[winter-pear]

expanding on caleb and morning wood yahoo.

incest cw bc caleb. no really explicit smut, just a desc of cum and morning wood and a lot of implied stuff and Yearning and longing. also yay some writing finally. also they are adults in this, still living w josephine. like 18 n 21 ish.

reader has a vagina is referred to as meimei. some talk about masculinity.

wc is roughly 1.1k

you wake up first. it occurs rarely and the first thing you think about is how you're going to tease caleb for sleeping late.

grandma tells you to be a good girl and wake him. the scheme starts then, you'll spook him a little then tease him after. it's your job as his little sister to annoy him, anyway.

so, you tip-toe into his room already laughing to yourself. you move slowly, smiling a little with mischief. wondering if his patience will hold true even now.

(you know it will. it's part of why you feel comfortable to do it. you'll know he'll smile and roll his eyes, tell you to quit it, pet your head good morning.

you slept and miss his hands. you'd never tell him that)

you open his door, wincing as it creaks. you almost glide on the wood floors, socks sliding, still laughing.

and then you see him.

you're distracted and can't shake it off. he looks peaceful, but your mind drifts elsewhere, too slippery for you to grasp. your heart skips.

you aren't sure if it'll help to hold your breath or not.

caleb is laying there defenseless. sunlight is pouring into his bedroom window, spilling all over him and you can see him so clearly. his body so defined that it almost seems grand, all the room he takes up. kissed with sunlight and warmth and boyish charm. his face sleeping peacefully, snoring so lightly, jaw chiseled with hair that falls into his face. broad shoulders with his arm splayed, big chest rising and falling. the light hairs at the base of his stomach and his abs toned because it's early. you miss the softness of him but you're all too aware now of how strong he is now, how athletic, how much of a man he's grown up into.

and how big he is. always has been, it feels like. every year you grew up together. he was always a head taller, shoulders suddenly spanning an inch wider. and now he takes up most of his bed but you still want to lay with him. how you used to when you were kids from some reason that should make you sick but doesn't.

you don't what the feeling is inside of you. it's too tangled with so may other. you just know he'd make room for you. and some part of you wants that and something more.

your eyes dip. lower and lower, his legs, his—

you're already too distracted to notice the door shutting behind you

you feel it first in your chest, your eyes wide as saucers. your heart inches slowly up the canal of your throat, threatening to fall from your mouth.

he's huge.

you've seen...you've seen his dick before. you live together, accidents happen and all. but it's never on display like this.

(never so solid. never so hard and throbbing. never so thick you can see it through the material of his boxers where he's tented, fabric having to stretch over him, sunlight casting show. never so perfectly in your reach that your hands twitch at your side with the need to touch it.)

you usually just try not to think about it at all.

or—you only think about it when no one's home. to dampen of that feeling that crops up now and again. under your sheets with a hand in your underwear because you don't want anyone to find you wanting like that.

(don't want anyone to know, or to give yourself away. not even a breath or the rustle of clothes.)

you've never seen it hard. and you knew it was big but somehow it's bigger than what you could expect.

something you'd see in porn, some kind of exaggerated picture of masculinity but it's there in front of you. hard and heavy. but it's real, and you feel so close to it, your big brother and his cock so much like a mans, so heavy for something in his dreams. your eyes are fixed. is it too much to hope it's you he's thinking of? the thought makes your heart race.

(it's always been you, couldn't be anybody else).

the tip is already with with pre-cum, you notice. the detail was almost lost on you from how slight.

but a beat or two passes and then

his breathing gets more erratic, and his dick twitches endlessly and suddenly you see something come out—

you can't help but watch gege cum. it's the only thing you've ever wanted in your life. your deepest desire spread out for you, no one else to bear witness. your heart is hammering so loud it's ringing in your ears and you can't form words. your whole world tilts on it's axis. a flowering blooming in the dark.

your body feels like it's burning up from the inside. you shift your weight from one leg to another, body frozen with a molten pit in your core.

you're so wet. like you came a little. an impossibility to your arousal that makes you shudder. your knees feel weak. your pj shorts are going to soak through, a thought in the haze of your mind.

you almost don't hear caleb at all. it's all white noise except for his voice. kind and soft and perfect.

"meimei," he murmurs.

you jump in your skin, voice shaky. you try not to show it. "hi,"

"you sound sweet," caleb says, eyes still closed. you clench a little. "must be dreaming still. c'mere,"

he thinks he's dreaming. you take a few step towards him, body moving like a marionette, and when you're close enough caleb grabs you, pulling you into bed.

and you feel it, his cock throbbing and pressed into your body as you fall in next to him, your back to his chest. his hip rock unthinkingly into you as soon as your close enough, and he shudders—and all of a sudden, there's something hot and sticky spilling on your skin, on your thighs where your shorts are riding up and you can't breathe with how aroused you are, how much you need it. need gege's cock, the only one worth your time.

now you know for sure.

want makes your throat close up, words coming out like you're choking them out of you.

"...gotta wake up, gege"

"five more minutes pipsqueak," he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, so sweet and kind. like lovers. "promise,"

minutes stretch into what feels like hours as you wait for caleb to lull himself back into sleep. you push back against your wants like trying to push boulders. you pull yourself away even when there's a voice in you that urges you to push and push and push. trying to quiet an all-consuming hunger, you carefully peel yourself away. each time you move a limb off of you, it gets a little quieter.

but it never quite leaves your mind. not enough to let you forget.

you tiptoe down the hallway, away to your room. a wetness slicking your thighs as you walk yourself down, opening and closing your door. you hear grandma shouting for you and the noise is muffled, not loud enough to shake your thoughts as you stumble back into bed with your legs like a newborn fawn.

it quiets again and you let your hips rock against your bed, a name you whisper like keeping a lovenote under your pillow.

"gege," a hiccup, a hope, a hunger. "fuck,"