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Summary: Haechan is a total freak. A freak who happens to be obsessed with his crybaby step sister
Warnings: noncon, stepcest, Dacryphilia, Fear Play/Fear Kink
Word Count: 2,796
Haechan's younger step sister has always been a crybaby. She cried when they first met when he was thirteen, when their parents moved in together, when her stupid hamster escaped its cage and then cried again when she found it running around under the couch. She cried at every minor inconvenience, every sad movie and even every happy movie too.
Haechan hates it, to him it's the most annoying thing in the world. It's not really because of how much she cries, but more so because of how it makes him feel. Every time she so much as tears up Haechan can feel his body ignite with some kind of sick depraved lust. He's not sure why exactly, but it's gotten him off more times then he can count, so who is he to complain.
It's late at night, both their parents are already fast asleep, but Haechan is still wide awake. Unable to fall asleep while he can hear his stupid sister sobbing in the next room. The thin wall between their bedrooms doing nothing to muffle the sounds of her despair.
He knows why she's crying, he remembers perfectly well when she came home in tears, whining to her father, Haechan's mother and even Haechan himself, all because the strap on her favourite purse broke. It's been hours and she's still crying over it.
Haechan thinks it's a stupid thing to cry over, but it doesn't really matter, not to him at least because as long as she keeps crying, he can keep getting off to it.
He's sitting up in his bed with his sweatpants shoved down around his thighs, one hand slowly pumping his hard cock while the other clamps over his mouth, his teeth sinking into the sleeve of his hoodie to muffle his noises.
As he sits there, jerking off to the sound of his sister crying, he can't help but let his mind wander. Picturing how she'd look beneath him, crying and sobbing the way she always does, messy and pathetic. He can picture her mascara running down her flushed face and the way she gasps for air when crying a little too hard.
Her miserable sounds and the mental images Haechan's sick mind is conjuring up is almost enough to push him over the edgeā¦ almost.
Because the second the quiet sobbing from next door stops, it's like a candle being snuffed out. The sweet release he had been chasing is instantly ripped away from him. Even as his hand keeps pumping, moving faster and more desperate, he just can't finish.
He tries for a little while longer, until he gets too frustrated and decides to just call it quits. Pulling his sweatpants back up as drags himself out of bed, groaning in frustration. He trudges down the hallway towards the bathroom, hoping a cold shower will wash away his disappointment and his perverted thoughts.
He stops dead in his tracks as the bathroom door swings open. The sight in front of him is like heaven and a wet dream rolled into one, a thought he knows he's going to hell for.
His step sister freezes in the doorway upon spotting Haechan, he wet red eyes staring up at him as she sniffles quietly. āDid Iā¦ did I wake you?ā Her voice comes out like a whimper, cracking just enough for the sound to go straight to Haechan's dick. And for a moment he thinks he might actually cum in his pants right then and there.
āAre you still fucking crying over that dumb purse?ā He can't help the cruel words that spill from his lips, he knows she's not gonna get mad or yell at him. No, he knows exactly how she's gonna react and it's exactly how Haechan wants her to react.
A fresh wave of tears well up in her eyes, quick to spill down her cheeks as she doesn't even make an attempt to hold them back āit's not a dumb purse, it's my favourite oneā her voice is so whiny, making her sound even more pathetic then she currently looks.
āJust buy a new oneā Haechan responds, rolling his eyes and trying his best to act nonchalant despite being disturbingly turned on right now.
āItās not that simpleā¦ don't be so insensitive about itā she sobs out, her hands gripping the hem of her sweater tightly.
āI'm being insensitive?ā he scoffs out in response āsays the one who's keeping me up with all her fucking cryingā he can't help but be mean to her, well he can but then she wouldn't be crying right now, all because of him and his cruel words. It sends a sick rush through him.
"I'm not... I'm not trying to keep you up" she hiccups, her chest heaving as she takes a shaky breath. She looks away from him, her shoulders slouching, making her seem even smaller and more fragile and Haechan has to bite his lip to not moan at the sight. He steps closer, closing the distance until he can smell the faint, flowery scent of her perfume.
He doesn't stop there, stepping further into her personal space, effectively pinning her against the doorframe of the bathroom "you're so pathetic" he murmurs, his voice dropping to a whisper "crying over a piece of fucking fabric" He watches closely, focusing on the way her lip trembles.
She lets out a soft, broken sound, halfway between a sob and a gasp, and tries to sidestep around him to get back to her room. But Haechan's faster, he reaches out, gripping her wrist with just enough pressure to startle her. He pulls her closer, her wide, tear-filled eyes snapping back to his. The panic in her expression is intoxicating, and he finds himself craving more of it.
āLet goā she whispers, though despite her obvious fear, there's no real strength behind the command. She doesn't struggle, she simply trembles, her small frame shaking against Haechan. But he doesn't let go, instead he tightens his grip, pulling her flush against his chest.
The physical contact is electric. He can feel the fast rise and fall of her chest as she breathes and the frantic, rapid drumming of her heart against his own body. She's shaking so much that Haechan almost feels bad for her, almost. He looks down at her, noting the way her eyes are wide and shimmering with fresh tears.
āYouāre always doing thisā he hisses out, voice low and dangerous, his lips brushing against her ear ācrying over everything, itās annoyingā he pulls back just in time to watch a single tear track a slow path down her cheek, and the disgusting need to see her break further becomes overwhelming.
Haechan shifts his weight, pressing his body more firmly against hers, making sure she can feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her. His hips start moving, a slow grind against her own, pulling another quiet, pathetic sob from her.
Haechan doesn't even try to hide what he's doing, or the pleasures he's getting from this, quiet breathy moans spilling from his lips. His body pressing harder against hers, one hand still gripping her wrist tightly as the other moves to grab at her waist.
As she starts to cry harder, his touch becomes more frantic and clumsy, driven by a sudden, starving urgency, a need to consume the sounds of her distress. Every time she hiccups or lets out a broken, shuddering breath, itās like a physical jolt to his system, pushing him further into a feverish state of arousal.
With a sudden, forceful movement, he shoves her backward, her small frame stumbling into the cold, tiled confines of the bathroom. It catches her completely off guard and she lets out a sharp, frightened cry that echoes off the walls. Haechan follows her in quickly, shutting and locking the door behind him, sealing them away from the rest of the house and their sleeping parents just a few rooms away.
The lighting in the bathroom is harsh, reflecting off the white tiles and highlighting the raw, red puffiness of her eyes. She looks utterly wrecked, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes darting towards the locked door and then back to him. She looks like a wounded animal, trapped and trembling, and the sight makes Haechanās head spin. He likes the way the air feels thick between them and he likes the way she looks scared of him.
"Haechan, please... stop" she begs, her voice barely intelligible over the sound of her own sobbing. He loves the way she says his name when she's like this, small, desperate, and pleading. Itās a sound that feeds the hunger in his gut, making him want to see exactly how far he can push her before she completely breaks.
āPlease?ā he mocks, voice dripping with lust. He doesn't give her a chance to respond before he lunges, his hands slamming into her shoulders and shoving her backwards until her lower back hits the porcelain edge of the sink. The impact forces a sharp, jagged cry of pain from her lungs. Haechan keeps her pinned, his body a heavy, suffocating weight against her own.
His hands aren't gentle, they're frantic, driven by a starving sort of greed. He grips the hem of her oversized sweater, bunching the fabric in his fists and tugging upward with a rough, demanding jerk. Her small hands instinctively fly up to clutch at his wrists, but she's shaking way too hard to actually fight him.
āLook at youā he sneers, leaning in until his forehead pressed against hers, his breath hot against her tear-slicked skin āstill fucking whining, still acting like a pathetic little crybabyā his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her waist, no doubt leaving bruises behind.
She lets out a distressed cry as he yanks the sweater higher, exposing the soft skin of her stomach and chest to the cold bathroom air. Her misery just makes Haechan groan, his hips grinding harder into hers as the overwhelming need becomes too much for Haechan.
āPlease, I won't tell anyone if you just stopā she whimpers, her words barely registering in his brain. Her sobs are like fuel to a fire, and Haechan just can't bring himself to stop. With a sudden, violent tug, he yanks the sweater over her head, the fabric roughly scratching against her face and leaving her momentarily disorientated. He doesn't give her time to recover, tossing the garment blindly onto the tiled floor, leaving her shivering, her small chest heaving with ragged, wet breaths.
His fingers fumble with the waistband of her sleep shorts, yanking them down with a force that nearly rips the fabric. She let out a sharp, strangled cry, not just from the shock but from the sheer helplessness flooding through her.
His body stays pressed against hers as he shoves his sweatpants and boxers down in one quick motion, letting them drop to the group around his ankles, freeing his achingly hard cock.
There was no prep, no gentleness to ease her fear, he just grips her hips tightly, fingers digging roughly into her soft flesh. He spits into his hand, smearing it around his cock before moving forward, forcing himself into her with a sharp, bruising thrust. The impact knocks the wind out of her, turning her sob into a silent, open mouthed gasp of shock and pain.
She writhes against Haechan, trapped between him and the sink as she tries to move as far away as she can from the sudden invasion. Her nails dig into Haechan's shoulders, the sharp sting only egging him on, making him sink even deeper into her. A low, guttural moan slips from his mouth as his hips finally press flush against hers.
He doesn't wait for her to adjust before he starts to move, his pace erratic and demanding. Each thrust pressing her harder against the sink, and each time she lets out a broken, hiccuping sob, he pushes deeper, harder, as if trying to force out every miserable sound.
He's so engrossed with every little detail of her, the loud slap of skin on skin and how tight she feels, the frantic rhythm of her breathing and the way she continues to leak tears that drip down her face and neck.
He's already close, mostly from jerking off earlier, but her crying is just too fucking perfect, sending Haechan spiralling ākeep crying for me babyā he whispers, the words vibrating through her as he ruts against her with no real rhythm or care for her pleasure.
The sound of her distress is like a beautiful symphony to him, a messy harmony of gasps and whimpers that drowns out every single rational thought he has. Haechan closes his eyes, leaning his head against her shoulder, losing himself in the pleasure as he pushes himself deeper into her with a relentless force.
He can feel her heart hammering against his chest, like a frantic, trapped bird that mirrors the pounding in his own veins. Every time she lets out a sharp, wounded sound, half sob, half scream, it sends a fresh jolt of electricity straight down his spine.
A particularly loud wail, pulls a needy whine from him, his hips practically slamming into her to try and get her to replicate the sound. He shifts his grip, hooking his arm under her thigh to lift it slightly, forcing her open so he can drive himself deeper, hitting a spot that makes her cry harder āthatās itā he grunts, his voice thick and full of need.
His hips move faster, becoming even more frantic and uncoordinated. He isn't thinking about the risks, the thin walls and the possibility of their parents waking up, or even about how he's currently fucking her raw. There's only the wet, tight heat he's currently sinking into and the intoxicating sound of her cries.
He feels the tension coil low in his stomach, a tightening coil that is seconds away from snapping. He lets out a high pitched, gasping moan, burying his face into the crook of her neck, teeth grazing her skin as he delivers a final, stuttering series of thrusts.
The world narrows down to where their hips meet, the pleasure hitting its peak. With one final, guttural moan that vibrates through both their bodies, Haechan hips surge forward, his whole body tensing up as he pours himself deep inside her. He doesn't pull away immediately, instead leaning his full weight into her, pushing in as deep as he can as he rides out the waves of his release. He stays there for a few long seconds, listening to the ragged, shuddering gasps of her breath and the wet sound of her broken sobs.
Slowly, he begins to withdraw, the sound of skin parting from skin slick and humiliating. He gives her a few more shallow, half-hearted thrusts, more out of a lingering greed than any actual need for pleasure, before finally sliding out of her completely. The sudden absence of his heat leaves her shivering, her body twitching involuntarily as she sags against the sink, her legs barely holding her up.
Haechan doesn't offer a hand to steady her, he simply leans back, reaching down to tug his sweatpants back up with ease. He looks down at her as she collapses to the floor in a heap of trembling limbs and tear streaked skin, her eyes vacant and staring at nothing. The sight of her utterly wrecked brings a smirk to his lips, a lingering spark of that sick hunger that had driven him to violate her in the first place.
He reaches out, flicking a stray, damp lock of hair away from her forehead with a fingertip, his touch devoid of any real tenderness. āYou're so pretty like thisā he murmurs, his voice returning to that low, mocking drawl. He pauses for a moment, glancing at the locked door and then back to her shivering form. āTell you what, if you can keep your mouth shut and not tell anyone what happened, maybe Iāll take you out to the mall so you can buy a new purse. Consider it a reward for being such a good little crybabyā
Without waiting for an answer, not that she can actually give one through the sobs wracking through her body, Haechan turns on his heel, unlocking the door with a quiet click and slips back into the hallway, his footsteps light and unhurried. He doesn't look back as he leaves her collapsed on the cold bathroom tiles, doesn't even bother to shut the door behind him as he retreats toward the safety of his own bed, his body still buzzing from the sick encounter.
pairing. brother!hendery x fem!reader
warnings. incest, public sex, possessive & jealous!reader, they're both really gross and shameless, hendery's lowkey a player boo, this is nasty nasty what can i say <3 don't like, don't read.
a.n.: the pictures are haunting me. big bro!hendery <3
the car smells like nasty sex and youāre pretty sure itās mainly coming from you because of how wet you are. henderyās car is not the most ideal place to fuck, but you canāt exactly do it back home, unless you really want to take the risk of getting caughtāwhich would just be a death wish at this point.Ā
but you think you like doing it here; after his football practice, his skin hot and covered in sweat from the physical effort, face a bit bruised up because he always gets into unnecessary fights. you like watching him play his sport, exchanging glances from where he is on the field, knowing what youāre going to do right after. other girls watch him, too. they ask for his number and text him all the time, but they donāt know henderyās already taken. they donāt know he likes to fuck his sister.Ā
itās fun, the secret and all. itās exciting and you love it. youāre the prize, the girl he keeps talking about both romantically and sexually, the reason why heās āemotinally unavailableā and ānot ready for something seriousā.Ā
youāre the one who he always comes back to.
his hooded eyes are on you, tired and exhausted, but oh so eager. heās panting loudly, his hot breath hitting you in the face as he thrusts his hard cock back and forth inside of you. his hand is gripping the door slot above your head while the other is tightly holding your hip, almost squeezing the fat between his fingers. heās anchoring himself to you, leaving marks only he will be able to see. his work to admire.Ā
your brother is a passionate man, cherishing the most important things in his eyes. itās only a shame that he canāt do it out in front of everyone, but you suppose this will do.Ā
your toes curl behind his back as he hits deep inside of you, the wet mess between your legs making a smooth and slick entrance for hendery who normally struggles to bottom out in one go. you scratch his back with your nails, leaving your own marks on him, letting every girl that sleeps with him know that theyāre not the only one. you try to keep in your moans by biting down hard into your bottom lip, but they come out breathless and staggered because of how fast henderyās hips are moving. and because of your head practically hanging off of the seat.Ā
āfuck, iām close,ā hendery moans, his brows knitting together in focus, breaking eyecontact to look at where youāre both connected, his dick and pelvis covered in your wetness. āwhere do you want it?ā
your first thought is to tell him to do it inside of you, dirty you even more and mix in both of your releases. you love the feeling of him filling you up, making a mess that you hide in your panties for the rest of the day.Ā
āshit.ā he hisses and suddenly covers the bottom half of your face with his palm, but then you hear the voices of people walking outside. he stills his hips for the first time in what felt like hours, waiting for the people to pass by.
his stomach is heaving up and down rapidly, the veins popping out along his arm and hand. you breathe through your nose, the air escaping from the crack between his fingers, your legs shaking by his sides. youāre not focusing on whatās happening, rather him stretching you out on his cock, your walls fluttering around him at the thought of it. it makes hendery look down at you, his expression hard and serious.Ā
he leans to whisper in your ear, āyou donāt want people to see what weāre doingā¦ do you?ā you realize itās a rhetorical question with the tone he uses, and you donāt give him a responseābeside the fact that he still has his hand over your mouthāstaring back into his eyes. hendery scoffs, shaking his head. āarenāt you a little possessive, mh?ā
when his hand moves away, deeming that the people are far enough away, he resumes his thrusts, rutting his cock inside of you at the same rapid pace. he wraps his hand around your throat, not tightening his grip, but showing that youāre his, too.Ā
āin me, dery, please,ā you finally say, moaning when he slams his hips into you, using you to chase his high.Ā
āthatās what i thought,ā he groans, close to his orgasm, his balls tightening. ālove my cum too much to let it go to waste.āĀ
you thread your fingers through his hair and close them around it, clenching your legs around his waist to pull him flush against you as he empties himself inside of you. he moans in your ear, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and you force his hips down until you feel his cum dribbling down your thighs.
a.n. i feel like i haven't written incest in so long (no step, pure blood ok say the word who cares),, is it still hot? i would say so lol also idk what the fuck i'm writing atp we should consider ourselves lucky i'm even finishing wips. bye ily
not you silently liking every mark shade post on this app while having his lyrics as your user š«„ bffr
listenā¦ā¦.mark e lee succeeded from NCT nation months ago bruh i do not claim him
ALSO iāve had this username since WAY before that song existed, itās a reference to the birth year of three people and three people only: myself, xiaojun, hendery <3
