♱𝔅loodlust♱
ཥ wc: 1,5k
ཥ pairing: Brother!P.Sunghoon x Fem!Reader
ཥ Synopsis: Among the cute plush toys, your body will cease to be yours.
ཥ Warning: unprotected sex, violence, incest, non-con/dub-con, pet names, biting, blood play, cannibalism, loss of consciousness, innocent reader, groping, dacryphilia, age play, bruises, mention of abuse.
ཥ Whore's note: It's disgusting
Your ears are ringing with tremors that shake your bones. From the roughness of his hips, bruises may have already appeared on your ass and hips like nebulae on your skin, marking your delicate skin. Not only has a mess of your bodily fluids formed in your walls, but your brain can no longer come up with a single thought, as if you were in a dying state, the only thing you can do is howl and moan while you felt his hands on your body, traveling through different parts of your body like a map, searching for treasure.
With every push, your ponytails bounced on pillows with soft toys that watched you with contempt, at least some reminder of your innocence, which you told your parents about and promised to be obedient. Sunghoon's chest glistened with sweat, which dripped onto your small perky breasts, with proudly protruding nipples that burned with pain from the abuse of his mouth on them. Your cheeks were wet from his kisses and the tears that flowed from your eyes.
His balls slapped your lips, leaving dark and burning marks, your clit was swollen, and every atom of air pinched your tangle of nerves. His voice resonated in your ears:
"Little sister? Are you still conscious?"
His voice dripped with the fake sweetness of honey and the sympathy of a hypocrite, and his lips curled into a smile that showed your beloved fangs, as if he were a vampire:
"What would your mother think if she saw that her beloved little girl was so greedy for her brother's cock? Huh? Such a dirty whore..."
A hand swept across your cheek, leaving behind a burning trail. The pain and humiliation made your cheeks burn with shame. It also burns tears with salty flakes. Your thoughts have turned into mush between your legs.
You didn't feel anything except the thrusts, as if they wanted to knock something out of you. You closed your eyes, drowning in a storm of emotions. This whirlwind almost eclipsed everything around you, but something knocked you out of your rut.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot right under your right breast. The pain was like red-hot swords piercing your ribs. Blood slowly oozed out of the wound, leaving a trail behind it, marking you as if you belonged to the darkest cult. Your piercing scream shattered the silence, it reverberated off the walls and in ears.
When you could open your eyes and get up on your hands to look at how your brother sucked on your wound and lapped up blood from there like an animal. His lips were all red, like he was a starving vampire. The fluid was slowly flowing down your ribs, as well as the warm seed from your exhausted and stretched hole. Your thoughts were flying at breakneck speed while Sunghoon was enjoying you like a dessert.
"It's so delicious... Your blood is like nectar... You don't mind if I drink a little, do you?"
In a state of shock, you could do nothing but gasp and tremble all over from weakness and fear, which bound you in chains. Adrenaline was surging in your blood, as if it was boiling at a tremendous temperature. Blurred spots played in front of your eyes. Tears covered your eyes like a veil. Your elbows were shaking, unable to move, and the pain was spreading through your veins. From the chest to the limbs, from the limbs to the heart, and from there the nagging feeling was already in the whole body, as if you were just a rag doll.
His moans penetrated your veins and spread through your body like an aphrodisiac. And his hands were kneading your body, trying to shape something. From your chest to your thighs and to your face to wipe away the salty and warm tears like blood.
His lips danced slowly on your smooth naked flesh, his eyes were closed, as if he was enjoying you like a dish from a five-star restaurant, like a delicacy.
The light pink sheet was stained with liquid. And there were stains and splashes on it. Like a tattoo on an innocent body, marking how dirty it is. There will definitely be a bite scar on your body now, just like that mark. Looking at it you will remember how disgusting you are.
Your weak pleas and hands couldn't push him away. Weak legs refused to move, and your back ached as if spine had been tied in a knot.,
"Hoonie! A-ah! It hurts... Please stop! Nghhhhh..."
Through the squeaking in your ears, you heard your own voice, which became a nightmare.
"It hurts a lot, I know. But you'll be patient for me, won't you?"
The voice wasn't sweet or angry. He was cold. The sharp ends of the ice floes in his voice cut into your brain, digging into your memory.
You were too ruined after hours of violence on your cunt, and after the shock, you were like paralyzed. Your nails dug into his shoulders, but he easily brushed you off, you could hardly move your legs, as they were very numb.
Your words don't mean anything to him. They are just noise that will caress his ears and enhance the euphoria of his actions and dirty thoughts. While he was biting your flesh and lapping up your blood. His fangs, which stood out so much, clung to you with force.
Your weakened body suddenly tensed up and the adrenaline immediately made your blood boil. They were slowly biting off a piece of you, taking away a piece of you, as if declaring that even your body was not yours. Your whole room is covered in fog, everything has acquired dark shades, and your stuffed animals are already watching in fright as you are being eaten alive.
You didn't even have time to let out a scream, as a heavy hand fell on you like an anvil and pressed your mouth
With every passing second, time dragged on. The blood flowed and flowed, and the pain paralyzed the body with fear. His soft lips felt like they were caressing you, just like when you broke your knee as a child. But the pain was so intense that the memories overshadowed it, otherwise you would have been broken, not your knee. With each touch, the dagger of terror dug into you, but did not pierce, leaving you tense.
The veil of tears and torment slowly subsided, and the strength left your body. But you knew it wasn't salvation. You didn't see the light at the end of the tunnel and the dead, you saw how on your white body, his head with black hair was chained to the epicenter of your pain, to the bright red flesh, which bloomed like a rose.
While Sunghoon was muttering into your exposed dermis, you couldn't hear a word. For a second, it seemed as if his lips were gently kissing your body, just like when you broke your knee as a child and he helped you like the best brother. Your thoughts were leaving you, you only understood one thing. You were about to lose consciousness.
Slowly, your eyes closed, you didn't even have the strength to think, and your thoughts sank deeper into your head than ever. Pain shot through your nerves and your whole body. The walls seemed to move chaotically due to the derealization of the air, there was too little, the next moment there was too much. You could hear your brother's slurping in your ears. It's disgusting. You could feel the warmth from his lips and your blood. You no longer knew how naked you were from the inside, how much flesh was exposed. Darkness.
But you heard his last words before your soul left your dirty body.
"Don't worry... It will stop hurting... You wanted to be with me forever..."
