Sanscest One-shots (Fluff/Smut) :::Requests:::CLOSED

:::InkFresh::: Fresh doesn't understand things in moderation -- (Lemon/Shitpost)

A/N: This was a shitpost-y idea thought up from the head cannon that Fresh is really loud when getting fucked, ergo I wrote this. Courtesy to my discord friends for thinking of the idea and inspiring me to write such cursed content.

Takes place in a MommaCQ-esque universe, where CQ is the mother to her three boys.

Enjoy this (basically) Shitpost~

It would have been a perfectly normal day at CQ's home as she minded her own business with work, until she and her two older sons, that were also in the living room with her, took notice to some odd noises coming from Fresh's room. Fresh was a bit hard to predict to begin with, so for the most part the three would have dismissed it, if not with the knowledge that Ink was in there with him. Hearing Fresh's voice peak though, really grabbed their attention as a muffled swear resonated through the house. This left the majority of the household in shock.

"Did I hear what I think I just heard?" Geno finally spared a vague glance to the stairs that led to the upper floor, looking over at his mother soon after. CQ on the other hand was left entirely speechless, slightly shaking her head in disbelief.

"I have no idea," She tried her best to ignore it, drawing her attention back down at her notebook to continue her work.

"Wait, are those two actually..." Error looked up from his phone due to the same disturbance, looking uneasily at Geno. The older put a hand up defensively, clearly not wanting to be the one to point it out, "Huh, I don't know what's weirder, the idea of Fresh getting pounded by Ink or hearing Fresh swear, either way I am greatly unsettled," Error spoke with an odd bluntness, seeing Geno and CQ initially shocked by the phrasing.

"Error!" CQ spoke harshly to her son, seeing him quickly turn to look at her.

"What? Someone has to say it," CQ would have continued if not for more muffled words coming from the bedroom in question.

"F-FUCK CUM INSIDE ME!" Once again, an awkward dense silence settled in the house. Error snicked faintly before sparing a glance at Geno.

"Wow, even you're not that loud," He lightly hit Geno's arm in a mocking manner, seeing Geno's face erupt in a deep blue blush, finally snatching a pillow beside him and throwing it harshly at Error's face.

"Geno!" Their mother noticed as Geno seemed about ready to smother Error, stopping him before he could.

"What? Error can't just say things like that!" Geno sat back down, holding the pillow to his chest, the blush still evident on his face.

"Do I want to know if it's true?" CQ rose an eyebrow at his son, his flustered mannerism being enough to say it was, drawing a sigh from the mother, "As long as I'm not getting any grandbabies, I guess I don't care,"

"Mom," Geno whines faintly, seeing CQ draw her attention back to her work.

"You know I'm not wrong," Geno sighed before he tried to draw his attention back to his book that had previously attempted to read, ignoring any further noises that may have been heard.

***Meanwhile***

Fresh huffed loudly as he relished in the feeling of pleasure that consumed him. The two had previously addressed their 'conditions' to one another, that entailed a general lack of feeling anything, making them curious as to how it would transfer to something more 'intimate' or physical.

Fresh had no idea that it could have impacted him so severely, leaving him almost yearning for more. He was still uncertain if the physical desire that coursed through him was even remotely comparable to that of normal emotions, but it was certainly beyond anything he had ever managed to feel by himself.

It was clearly mutually noticed in Ink as well, as he attempted to be as tender as possible with Fresh due to his inexperience, but that heated want was almost too much for the artist to hold back. Fresh found his voice grow louder, even with his rational mind knowing he needs to be quiet. The pleasure that he was experiencing though had clouded his judgment completely, which he didn't think would have been possible.

It only seemed to escalate from there as he unconsciously begged for Ink to make him feel more: he still couldn't fully explain why he wanted to do that. It only confused him more but at that moment, he didn't seem to care too much as he attempted to reach that peak he could tell was clawing at him. In of fit of desperation, Fresh shifting his hands close to where Ink's were placed to ground him, pushing against them to silently insist Ink to move his over the other's. Ink shakily looked into Fresh's eyes, understanding what he wants and interlocking both their hands together tightly, giving Fresh something to hold on to now.

"Fuck, Ink!" A figurative knot inside him pulled to its breaking point, raising his pleasure level for a blissful moment before it began to wane, along with Ink's movement within him. After a moment of almost absolute silence, Ink leaned down and left a kiss on Fresh's forehead, gaining his attention.

"How was that?" A pant still littered Ink's words as he spoke with a sheepish smile, seeing as Fresh appeared exhausted.

"Dang... that was just, dang..." Fresh was really beyond words, still reeling from how intense of a feeling it was, although inevitable tiredness also set in, quickly forcing him to get sleep. Ink chuckled faintly before pulling out, laying beside tiredly.

***

The two collected their clothes and finally appeared presentable when they finally left the bedroom about half an hour later. Ink had chosen to take his leave after bidding Fresh goodbye, Fresh following behind, not initially taking notice to his family in the nearby room that had a full view of the front door. After Ink left, Fresh turned back away from the door, inevitably sensing the three people staring at him.

"What?" Fresh spoke suddenly, not sure what would have elicited such odd looks, not really comprehending that they may have heard him, or really processing that it may have been a bad thing to begin with.

"So you and Ink, huh?" Error looked at him unenthusiastically, and Geno placed a hand over his face at Error's bluntness once again.

"Me and Ink what, bruh?" Geno sighed and placed a hand on Error's shoulder to get him to look his way.

"Just leave it alone, Error," Error would have complained, but honestly a conversation with Fresh avoided is a win in his book so he just brushed it off, looking down at his phone again. CQ hesitated before she motioned for Fresh to come closer, unsure of how to even begin questioning what Fresh did.

"Fresh dear, you did use protection right?"

"Yea ma, sure," He answered very frankly, and CQ felt the littlest bit relieved to hear that, not minding when Fresh dismissed himself from the conversation. She still seemed about as confused as her two sons are but is even more so on the subject of talking about it to Fresh, coming to the likely wise conclusion to simply leave it be.