cw / irl porn
🔞 somno fantasies
the colonel had spent the entire day giving orders. by midnight, he had only one tension left to handle himself.
caleb lay bare against the sheets, skin still damp from the shower, while the soft blue glow of the monitor washed over the darkened room. the call had long since stopped ringing, its unanswered window left dim at the side of his bed.
what remained was her.
the cameras he had planted caught his little sister from every angle. she slept on her side, one knee drawn up, the oversized shirt—his old one, stretched thin at the collar and soft from years of wear—ridden high enough to bare the curve of her hip and the thin line of her panties. soft light washed over the slow rise of her chest, peaceful and unsuspecting as she remained immersed in her dreams.
“ha... this brat,” caleb sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. something in his expression dimmed with disappointment. “i told her to wait for me before sleeping.”
the words left him under his breath, half scold, half something softer that no longer had a name. they had promised to call after a few days apart, but she had already fallen asleep with her phone beside her cheek and their chat still open before the call went through.
his cock lay heavy against his stomach, already thickening under the weight of the view. he reached for the small bottle on the nightstand, fingers finding the body oil she used every night—the one that always left her skin smelling of apple blossoms. he pumped a generous amount onto his abs and chest, prompting the scent to rise at once, sweet and familiar, flooding the dark space around him. the fragrance of it alone nearly made his eyes roll back, arousal coursing through his veins.
he coated himself slowly, smearing the oil all over his body, then from base to tip. his cock glistened under the blue light and his pulse beat harder against his own hand, a strained groan escaping his lips as the essence lingered in the air.
his hand closed around himself and began to move. slow at first, until impatience won over his control.
the muscles of his abdomen flexed with every upward roll of his hips, the hard lines tightening and releasing under the blue glow as he fucked into his fist. on the monitor her lips parted on a soft exhale, and his mind filled the rest—her voice, small and broken, the little gasps she would make if he split her open right there while she slept, the wet sound of his cock pushing into her heat while the cameras recorded every inch.
the pace quickened. his abs clenched harder with each thrust, the ridges standing out sharp against his stomach as his hips snapped up into the tight circle of his hand. the scent of apple blossoms mixed with the heavier smell of his own arousal; precum soaked his fingers, mixing with the gloss until they clung to him, slick and filthy.
he fucked into his fist harder as the fantasy turned filthy and unashamed. he imagined her legs spread wide, his old shirt pushed up to her collarbones while he buried himself to the hilt inside his own little sister. he thought of the wet, greedy sounds her cunt would make around him, the way she would moan “brother—” broken and needy, over and over, while he rutted into her like he owned every soft inch. he would fill her until his cum and her squirt spilled out around his cock, dripping down onto his balls and soaking the sheets beneath them.
“f-fuck… baby—” the word cracked out of him as his body locked. his abs flexed one final time, every muscle drawn tight, thighs shaking as he came in thick, pulsing ropes. he kept stroking through the aftershocks, slower now, milking every drop as he watched her sleep blissfully unaware, lit in the same soft blue that washed over his spent, still-trembling body.
Jerking off was an every day thing for Tæhyung, his need to get off hitting multiple times a day and watching in the camera’s reflection until he got off.
Solo!Tæhyung