Hiii, obsessed with your writinggg I have a tiny request 🥹 Ushijima big brother x little sis! I love men that can just bear hug you while pounding into you without letting you move from underneath him😵💫😵💫😵💫 can you also add spanking! I always loved that🤤 bye have a nice day🤍
ty anon i love you 😮💨💖
tw: stepcest, size kink, dacryphilia, spanking, mention of past noncon behavior, dubcon-ish — 18+
“that’s it, baby. there you go,” he grunts, stuffing you full of the last few inches of his thick cock. “take it. take it all.”
you’re crying. whining and gasping and sweating because you can’t move. he’s all over you, his body caging you beneath him so there’s no escape, his lips growling filth into your ear. he’s inside you, so deep you can’t form words. you can’t even think. you just keep making those little noises that let him know you’re too full, he’s too big, you’re going fucking dumb.
he hushes you, trailing his lips along your ear then down your neck, running his tongue over where he feels your pulse. poor little thing, heart hammering and your whole body trembling. he can feel every jerky movement you make as you grip onto him for support, for comfort. the stretch hurts, but the depth of him aches when he pulls out a few inches and delivers the first thrust straight to your poor cervix.
“uugh— toshi!” you squeak, but he doesn’t hear you. his eyes are nearly rolling back because you’re so small around him, so tight it feels like your pussy is trying to keep him trapped there. he knows he’s not just big. he’s huge compared to you in every aspect. just holding you down and taking a look at your twitchy, glistening center was enough to justify doing this to his baby sister. he just had to see what the fit would be like.
“so tight.” he chokes out, picking up his pace a little. all you can do is take it, your mouth open in a silent scream and your arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders to brace for the impact of his thrusts.
“this all you’re good for, huh?” he asks, lifting his face from the crook of your neck to stare down at you. you’re speechless, gazing up at him to see the thin beads of sweat run down his temples from his hairline, his dark eyebrows knitted together and his bottom lip red from biting it. your big brother’s so handsome. it makes you dizzy and brings more fresh tears to your eyes.
“answer me,” he mutters, reaching one hand down to quickly land a harsh slap to your bare ass. “or i’ll bend you over my knee and really make you cry.”
you know he’s not bluffing. he’s done it before — spanked your ass so raw that you nearly passed out from crying the time you said you were too grown to sit on his lap and kiss him like you used to. brothers and sisters don’t do that were the exact words that set him off. you never mouthed off again after that. not even when he started to come into your room late at night, giving you nasty tongue kisses and stuffing you full of three big fingers, or smearing his cockhead against your lips when you were sleepy and laid your head in his lap during movie nights in his room. not even now, when he’s bullying his way into your tight heat, stretching you out on his size that you would never really be able to adjust to.
“y-yes, yes, ‘m sorry,” you pant, not fully remembering the question. you’re sure he’s right, whatever it is. big brothers are always right, always teaching their little sisters something new. “‘s just so big. can’t think.”
he grins at your honesty, rewarding you with a good few pumps at a new angle that makes your nails sink into his skin as your back arches. he doesn’t let you squirm too much, though, still keeping his body on top of yours so you can’t run from it.
“i know, baby. my dumb little sister, so cute.”
your eyes roll back. his voice is deep and his words hit your weak points.
“you love your big brother’s cock.” he breathes, still hitting you deep at the same angle. it isn’t a question.
“you love not thinking, not moving. not doing anything except letting your big brother stuff you full.”
he’s right. you nod along dumbly, still crying, because he’s right. you like being absolutely helpless around him. manhandled and put in your place and being forced to hang on for dear life while he takes you any way he wants.
“yeah, yeah, my big brother’s so—nnghh. so big. so much, t-too much.”
you don’t really hear yourself because your head feels empty of all thoughts except for the ones telling you to hang on, you’re so close. you’re trembling. you vaguely feel his strong arms find their way under you, pressing you even closer to him in a bear hug so you can’t squirm at all, can’t resist when he starts pumping even faster and harder.
“fuck, yeah. ‘s too big for you but you took it anyway. such a good baby sister for me.”
you’re right on the edge, his words spurring you on. you wanna cum. want it so bad. you wrap your legs around his waist, letting him reach even deeper when he ruts into you.
“yeah, ‘m good for you. love you. love you so much.” you agree, letting your head bob up and down with his thrusts. “c-cum inside. i can take it. wanna feel it.” you choke out, nearly delirious with how his pelvis bumps your clit each thrust.
he groans deeply, sounding almost like an animal. you feel his body heat up and his arms tighten around you, crushing you. you can’t breathe from his grip and from the way his cockhead nudges against a spot that makes your vision blur.
“i will, princess. gonna fill you up, make you take it all.” he grunts in your ear. “dumb little girl never even had a choice.”
you cum with a cry, legs kicking up to let him hammer his hips into you as fast and hard as he can. you poor puffy clit is still being nudged over and over, making you jerk and shake and whine, but he doesn’t let up until he reaches his own end, shoving his length in as far as he can and emptying his balls inside you. you gasp when you feel it, hot cum painting your insides, filling you up.
“oh, oh, toshi,” you gasp, whining as you cling to him. feels so good. the perfect way to relieve the soreness you feel deep inside. you’re still clinging to his big body. “s-so good, thank you.”
he kisses you as you go limp in his arms, body completely relaxed and eyes closed from exhaustion. he likes you like this, all soft and compliant, wrapped tightly in his arms just in case you do get a little fussy and try to resist. he thinks he could go for another round, and the best part is you can’t stop him.
listen… big bro ushijima who can’t help but admire u. ur daddy’s girl, so precious and sweet!! never said or thought an unkind thing in your little life!! so he knows you’ll forgive him when he bullies his thick cock into your cunny while you cry for him to stop…
- 🦌 anon (if you’re accepting anons!)
🦌 anon i love you 💖 tysm for the request it’s EXACTLY what i’ve had in mind for a while now hehehe i hope you like it!
tw: incest/stepcest, noncon, size, crying, little to no prep, virginity loss
18+
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“stay still,” ‘toshi grunts, holding you steady with a bruising grip on your hips. you whimper, nodding, choking on small gasps as you lean back on his chest and try to relax.
“don’t move, okay? just— let me try something.” he says in your ear. his deep voice makes his chest vibrate against your back. you’re jittery, trying your absolute hardest not to squirm because he told you not to, but it’s so hard.
he’s so hard— his… thing, rock solid and curving up through his sweatpants to graze your center through your panties. he moves his big hands to your thighs, pushing your skirt up until everything is on display— the little red rose on your pink panties, oh god, the wet spot where they cling to your center. it makes him groan, bucking his hips up and pushing you down onto it.
you gasp, jumping in his hold because it’s pushed right up against you, smearing all that sticky wetness around in the crotch of your panties. he hisses, grabbing you firmly and pushing you back down again, rutting against you in firm thrusts of his hips as you whine.
“hey, what did i say, hm? what did i just say?” he asks, his low voice hitching a little as he rocks your hips back and forth. you squeak out a breathy “‘m sorry!” as you try to keep from twitching, but it feels so… you can’t even describe it. pushy, mean. makes your body light up as it nudges your little bundle of nerves over and over.
“s-sorry, ‘toshi, just feels so— ah— weird!”
he exhales, shutting his eyes and letting himself feel you. feels so good, such a relief. he’d been all achey and throbbing for so long. this is just what he needed.
you’re a poor, shaky mess in his arms, though. so small, completely covered and held securely by his much bigger body. your feet don’t even touch the floor when you’re seated on his lap with your thighs spread. heat swells in his chest, that built-in protective instinct he has towards you invading his mind. so cute. what a sweet little sister he has.
even your smell is sweet, comforting and intoxicating as he breathes you in. he kisses your neck, sucking familiar marks into the soft skin there. he remembers leaving those for the first time, muttering in your ear about how necessary they are, that boys won’t bother you if they know you’re taken— and if they do, just tell your big brother, he’ll sort them out. and as he lifts you up to quickly slide his sweatpants down and let his bare, leaky cock slap up against your folds, he remembers the first time he ever made you put your small hands around it and let him thrust up into your tight grip. made you promise—swear—not to tell on him. you don’t want him getting in trouble, do you?
no, you don’t. you’d hate if you were the reason he got in trouble. you’ve always let him do whatever he wants— he’s your big brother, after all. what he says goes, even if daddy sometimes raises his eyebrow and asks if everything is okay between you and ‘toshi. tells you not to let your big brother push you around too much. you nod, obediently, knowing that although you love wakatoshi to death, he does sometimes get a little mean. and you do let him. you always let him.
like now, when you’re writhing and panting, squirming even though he told you not to. you know he told you not to and you’re trying, and you’re so sorry but it feels too big and the way his tip is nudging you makes you dizzy.
you try your hardest to stay still and be good when he moves your panties to the side and groans as he slides his fingers between your folds, smearing your wetness all around until you’re all glossy and sticky. it coats his fingers and makes them gooey and shiny, and you watch in sheer embarrassment as he rubs it all over his length to make it slick.
“so wet, so good for me.” he sighs heavily in your ear. his hands move to grip underneath your thighs, pulling them up and spreading them wide for him.
good for him. it makes your heart flutter, makes you dizzy with pride. that’s all you’ve ever wanted to be.
“hold your legs here, like this. just for a minute, so i can guide it in.”
in?
you freeze, your little heart hammering and your head clearing, looking up at him and searching his eyes as you start to get all teary and panicky.
“‘toshi, no. i can— i can touch it, like i did before, or… or kiss it— but this is— it’s t-too much. i can’t… i don’t—”
“shhh… relax.” he says, guiding your small hands to hold your own thighs as he asked. “it’s okay. i’m not going to hurt you.”
but he lied. oh god, your big brother lied to you.
he has to cover your open mouth with a kiss to shut you up, swallowing all your shrieks and cries as he nudges his fat, swollen tip into your small entrance, then bullies the rest of his length in. he takes over holding your legs open once it’s in, trying his best to rub his thumbs soothingly over your skin as he meets a bit of resistance and pushes through anyway.
you’re trembling, sobbing and whining as he grunts deep and loud into your open mouth, closing his eyes in utter bliss as he feels your walls hug every inch of him.
that’s it.
that’s what he’s been waiting for.
the feeling of your tight little pussy clamping down on him, begging him to stay nestled against your cervix. he allows it, content to swirl his tongue around yours as he lets you adjust to it, waiting until your cries have softened to small hiccups and whines before he starts moving.
and you really got a good deal, he thinks, as he lets you lay back and let him do all the work. he leans back on the couch and lets you rest on him as you take it, still crying and choking on broken moans as he thrusts up into you, over and over, until your pretty breasts are bouncing up and down in your cute little bra. yeah, he knows it hurts. he knows he could’ve prepped you better, or eased it in a little slower. but big brothers can be jerks, sometimes. besides, you make it so easy. look at you, already turning your face towards his again and asking for more kisses.
he obliges, pleased with himself as he tongues your little mouth freely as you start to sound like a squeaky toy. high-pitched whines and uh! uh! uh!’s escape you, stretched wide and stuffed to the brim with a thick, veiny cock that curves to stroke your g-spot with every thrust.
“like it? hm?” he grunts, not letting up as he pounds into you. your brain is scrambled, caught between the dull ache and growing pleasure that makes your legs shake. you feel your back arching, searching for more of that angle that makes you see stars.
“‘toshi… stop. please— hnnngh- please s-stop.” you whine, but your teary eyes roll back when he gives you a mean, hard thrust to shut you up. stop? he wouldn’t stop even if your daddy walked through the front door right now, too big now and much too strong for anyone to rip you out of his grasp. it’s a good thing the old man is out of town, though. he has no intention of stopping any time soon, although the way you whine for it gets him off, sends him even closer to the edge.
“not yet. but i’ll go easier if you tell me you love my cock, okay? come on, just tell big brother you love his cock— say it.”
he emphasizes his words with another mean thrust that makes you squeak. you nod, only half-hearing his words but so used to following his every command that your fuzzy brain switches to autopilot.
“love… love your c-cock, ‘toshi, i— i feel it s-so deep!”
he groans when you bring your hands to your tummy to show him where it’s hitting, clenching his jaw and focusing on not shooting his load inside you then and there. no, he has to last a little longer. he’s waited too long for this.
“that’s right. now ask me to go a little harder. ask nicely.”
you cry, tears free-falling down your face as that pressure deep inside builds and builds. you’re burning up, dizzy and sweating and completely limp as you take it all, over and over. there’s a nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you that this is wrong. so, so wrong. you don’t want it harder— don’t want it at all. but you feel yourself getting dumber, fucked too stupid to do anything besides nod as you do what he says, asking him, begging him for it.
“please, please, h-harder! i can— feel it, ‘toshi! feels so—ah—close!”
he knows. he can feel you squeezing down on him even tighter than before.
“fuck, i know. just take it, take it and i’ll let you cum, princess. i promise.”
you whine, more tears spilling over your eyes as your tummy flutters and your pussy clamps down on him. he hasn’t called you princess in years.
you wanna tell him you love him, wanna kiss him some more to soothe yourself, but his big arm circles around your neck before you get the chance, holding you still as his other hand comes down to push on your twitchy clit and rub it until you cum with a jerk.
your whole body twitches and tremors as your vision goes white, whining and moaning as he fucks you through it. and you can’t even really come down, because he’s still tweaking and rubbing his big finger back and forth on your clit as he sinks his cock in to the hilt and shoots a load of warm cum deep inside you. and neither of you knows if you’re cumming again or if you never really stopped, but he has to hold you still as you shake and writhe, nearly choking you with his big arm as he keeps you from running from it.
“shhh, relax, princess. relax,” he breathes, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high. but he can’t even take his own advice, his entire body buzzing with the knowledge that he finally broke in his baby sister’s little pussy. “i’m here.”
he holds you until you calm down, and strokes your hair and your tummy with soft touches where he’s still nestled inside you. little kisses to your lips and face also help soothe you as he finally pulls out, cherishing the way you whine as his heavy load starts to spill out of you.
he knows you won’t tell on him when you turn to kiss him, then nuzzle your face into his broad chest. he hums, wrapping you in his strong arms that seem to swallow your frame whole.
no, you’re too sweet to say a single word against your big brother. you just don’t have it in you. and really— what can you say when he cleans you up and carries you to your room, lays you down on the bed and gives you those soft kisses everywhere like he used to?
he really is a nice big brother, even if it does make you whine when he rubs your sore pussy through your panties and tells you to rest now, he’ll be here when you wake up. he’s sorry the first time was so rough on you, he just got a little carried away. he’ll be more gentle next time, he promises.
