-`♡´- Sukuna's ignoring you..the best way to get his attention? With your mouth of-course..! :: 18+ :: fem!reader ::
Sukuna leans back on the couch, legs spread wide in that lazy way he always claims space. The phone rests in his hand, scrolling with bored flicks of his thumb, a blank look sits on his face, the one he wears when nothing holds his interest, his sweatpants hangs low on his hips and the faint outline of his cock presses against the soft fabric. Thick and tempting even while soft.
You watch him from the other end of the couch, heat builds low in your belly, so that's when you slide off quietly, crawling over slowly, until your knees sink into the cushion between his spread thighs, he doesn't look up at first, crimson eyes stay glued to the glowing screen.
Your fingers hook into his waistband and you tug it down swiftly, his cock springs free. Heavy and warm as it rests against his thigh for a moment before you lean in.
“What’re you doing, brat?” he mutters. His voice stays low and distracted, not bothering to lower his gaze yet.
“Nothing,” you whisper too innocently as you press a soft kiss to the head of his cock, it twitches under your lips.
That pulls his attention for a second and his eyes flick down to you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, then his gaze returns to the phone. He lets you continue but he acts like you're barely even there.
You wrap your hand around his thick cock, you begin to stroke him slowly, fingers barely able to close around his girth and you lick along the tip, swirling your tongue until it glistens with your spit. His cock grows harder in your grasp, filling out impressively, fat veins bulging out along the length.
You take him into your mouth, the first inch slides across your tongue and his breath hitches, but his eyes remain on the screen, still pretending you're not there. His stubborn indifference only makes you want more. You open your throat and sink down further, drool spilling down your chin as you work him deeper.
“Fuck…” he mutters under his breath. His hips shift just enough to push further into your mouth. The phone wavers slightly in his hand, thumb slowing on the scroll.
You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head with a steady rhythm, tongue dragging along the underside of his length. You taste the salt of his skin, feel the heat of him pulsing against your tongue and when you pull back to breathe strings of spit cling from your lips to his cock, shining in the low light and you look up at him, eyes staying wide and needy, waiting for him to break.
The phone slips from his fingers and clatters onto the cushion beside him. Forgotten. His hand finds your hair in the next second, grabbing a fistful and he guides you back down, pushing until his cock fills your throat completely.
“Thought I could ignore you,” he rasps. His voice turns sharper now, rough with arousal, his grip tightening in your hair as he gives another slow steady roll of his hips, fucking your mouth with controlled power. “But fuck, baby girl…y-you’re too good at this.”
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes when he pushes deep, his cock hits the back of your throat, struggling to breathe through your nose, trying to relax for him. His thumb strokes over your cheek. Gentle in contrast to the firm hold on your hair. He pulls you off just long enough for you to gasp in air, then he leans down and kisses your spit-slick lips, deep and possessively, before he pushes himself back inside your waiting mouth.
“Look at my pretty girl,” he groans. He thrusts into your mouth again, eyes lock on yours now, no more distractions left. “Can’t even scroll my fucking phone without you needing me, huh?”
Your whine vibrates around his cock, the sound makes him laugh. Breathless and low and he tugs your hair back so he can see your messy mouth stretched wide around him. The sight seems to please him because his eyes darken with heat, then he kisses you again, deeply and sweeter. His tongue sweeps into your mouth like he wants to claim every part of you, before he shoves you back down on his cock with a filthy groan.
You moan around him, the vibration traveling down his length. Sukuna’s head falls back against the couch for a moment, his thighs tense under your hands, you brace yourself on them and feel the hard muscle flex as he rocks deeper.
He keeps one hand tangled in your hair, the other rests on your cheek, thumb tracing your stretched lips where they wrap around him. “So fucking pretty like this,” he murmurs, voice still low and warm. “On your knees for me. Taking my cock so sweet even when I try to ignore you.”
You swirl your tongue around the head when he lets you pull back slightly. You suck gently on the tip, looking up at him through wet lashes, hes watching you now. Completely focused. The phone lies abandoned, nothing matters but the wet heat of your mouth.
He pushes you down again, slower this time, letting you feel every inch as it slides across your tongue. Down your throat. You relax and take him, your nose pressing against his pelvis, groans escaping, rumbling deep in his chest. “That’s it, baby girl. All the way…haah- Good girl.”
He holds you there for a few seconds, fingers stroking your hair almost tenderly. Then he lets you up, and you gasp for air. Spit drips down your chin onto your chest, he leans forward and wipes it with his thumb before kissing you again. The kiss tastes filthy and sweet all at once, his tongue strokes yours like he can't get enough.
You dive back in without prompting, sucking him eagerly. Bobbing faster, hollowing your cheeks with every pull. Your hand strokes what your mouth can't reach, twisting gently at the base. Sukuna’s hips buck up and curses softly under his breath.
“Fuck, you love this, don’t you?” he says, voice still carrying that rough edge mixed with affection. “Love choking on my cock while I’m trying to relax. Greedy little thing.”
You hum in agreement and the sound makes his cock twitch in your mouth, you take him deeper. Tears slip down your cheeks but you ddon'tstop…you want to please him. You want to unravel him until he forgets everything but you.
He tightens his grip in your hair again and starts guiding your movements. Not too rough. Just enough to set the pace he craves, hips rolling up to meet your heated mouth, wet sounds filling the room, obscene and intimate. You breathe through your nose when he pushes deeper, swallowing around his thick cock. The tight squeeze pulls another groan from his throat.
“Baby girl,” he whispers. The words sound almost awestrucked. “My perfect baby girl. Look at you, so messy and sweet for me.”
He pulls you off suddenly and tugs you up by your hair just enough to kiss you properly. His mouth claims yours, hungrily and deep, tasting himself on your tongue and groans into the kiss. One hand slides down to cup your jaw, holding you in place while he devours your lips.
When he breaks the kiss his forehead rests against yours, his breathing comes heavy. “You’re too good at distracting me,” he murmurs, voice carrying heat and something softer. “Can’t even pretend to ignore you when your mouth feels like that.”
You smile up at him, lips all swollen and shiny. “Then don’t ignore me,” you whisper back.
He chuckles low, the sound vibrates through his chest and he pushes you back down gently. You open your mouth eagerly, he slides back in with a long sigh. This time his movements stay slower. More deliberate. He savors the wet heat, the way your tongue swirls around him, the way your throat flutters when he goes deep.
You lose yourself in the rhythm, your hands finds purchase on his thick thighs. Feeling them tense and relax with every thrust, cock throbbing against your tongue, growing impossibly harder. You know he's close but he holds back, intentionally wants to draw it out.
He keeps talking to you between groans. Low praises that make your core ache, “Such a sweet mouth. So warm and tight. Taking me so well, baby girl. My pretty little thing.”
You moan around him, vibrations make his hips stutter and he tightens his fingers in your hair. Not pulling. Just holding you close, his thumb keeps stroking your cheek, wiping away stray tears. The contrast between his filthy thrusts and gentle touches makes everything feel sweeter.
Time stretches, minutes blend together. The only sounds are your wet sucking, his low groans and the occasional praise whispered in that deep voice. You pour everything into pleasing him. Hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue, relaxing your throat so he can sink as deep as he wants.
Sukuna’s breathing grows ragged, hips roll with more urgency. “Fuck, baby girl. You’re gonna make me come,” he rasps. His eyes stay locked on yours. Dark and intense. “Want you to swallow every drop. Can you do that for me?”
You nod around his cock and suck harder, hands stroking faster at the base. He groans loud, head tipping back for a moment before he looks down again, he wants to watch you…to savour this.
His grip tightens, thrusts turn shallow and quick, feeling him throb against your tongue, then he comes with a deep groan. Hot pulses fill your mouth, you swallow around him, taking everything he gives you. Your eyes water but you keep sucking gently, milking him through it.
He strokes your hair as he comes down. Soft and tenderly,“Good girl,” he murmurs. “My perfect girl. Swallow it all…ngh..That’s it.”
When he finally softens you pull off slowly. You press one last kiss to the head, then rest your cheek against his thigh. Looking up at him with hazy eyes, he looks down at you, expression softening in that rare way reserved only for you.
He pulls you up into his lap, his strong arms wraps around you and he kisses your forehead. Your cheeks. Your swollen lips. Slow and sweet, tasting himself on you without caring.
“You’re dangerous, you know that?” he whispers against your mouth, one hand strokes your back, warm and soothingly,“Can’t even scroll my phone without you crawling over here and ruining me.”
You smile and nuzzle into his neck. His cock rests soft between you now, still warm. Sukuna holds you close, fingers threading through your hair, so gentle after the roughness.
The room feels quiet and warm, just the two of you. His heartbeat steady under your ear, he kisses the top of your head again. Then your temple, murmuring soft words against your skin.
“My baby girl,” he says quietly. “Always so good for me.”
You stay like that for a long while. Curled in his lap, his arms around you, mouth pressing lazy kisses wherever he can reach. The phone remains forgotten on the cushion. Nothing else matters but this sweet closeness after the heat.
Sukuna’s hand slides under your shirt and he rubs slow circles on your back. His touch stays tender, kisses your neck softly. Then your jaw. Then your lips again, deep and lingering, like he wants to memorize the taste of you mixed with him.
“You made such a mess,” he murmurs. His thumb wipes the corner of your mouth, that lazy smirk is back, the one that makes your stomach flutter. “But you look so pretty doing it.”
He pulls you tighter against his chest, his warmth surrounds you completely. You feel safe. Wanted, cherished in his own rough way, his cock twitches slightly beneath you. Already showing signs of life again, but he doesn't push for more. He just holds you, kissing you slow between soft praises.
“Stay right here, baby girl,” he whispers. His lips brush your ear. “Let me hold you a while.”
You nod against his neck, content. The night stretches ahead, full of his touch and his voice. His quiet affection wrapped around the heat you both crave and you know he will pull you back down again soon enough. But for now he simply holds you close. His pretty distraction. His perfect girl.
This is a very old one, but I haven’t posted anything in such a long time, so…
I wanted to write more for this, but I think it works as it is. :)
Tags: Daddy/daughter, incest, drugged, dub-con, somnophilia, impregnation, pregnant sex
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The night Mary confided in him was a bad night. He was more than shocked that his daughter wanted to have sex with her boyfriend of two months. Certainly, she was 18 and old enough to decide for herself, but the thought of her being fucked by that ‘boy’ Brian made his insides churn.
Yet, he listened to her shy questions, explained (in as least words as possible) how to satisfy a man. He even promised her to get the condoms, having no idea how it happened. Her big, pleading green eyes must have had something to do with it.
He could never resist her. Not when she’s been a baby, not now that she was a young woman.
He kept postponing the inevitable, claimed he had forgotten to fetch the condoms before he left his pharmacy. But the disappointed look in her lovely eyes and the pouting of her full pink lips pained him. He knew he would give in soon, give her the condoms and then hear her moans and the squeaking springs of the bed at night when she made love with that loser.
It was the next time he saw them together when he realized something shocking and most troublesome. Brian had come over for dinner as he did sometimes and there was nothing out of the ordinary. It was them giggling and laughing and then outside in the garden holding hands when it hit him: He wanted Mary all to himself! In every way possible.
Since this thought had crossed his mind, he stopped seeing her as a daughter. The girl in front of his eyes had vanished and instead he noticed her curvy hips, her full ass cheeks, her long tanned legs and her firm B-cup tits. Every night since that fatal change in their relationship (which she wasn’t even aware of), he would masturbate thinking of her, his wife lying next to him in the bed, sleeping.
Since his early twenties he hadn’t been so horny and he couldn’t stop wanking thinking about ravishing his daughter’s sweet little pussy.
He wanted her bad.
That’s when he started to drug her. Having a pharmacy made it all so easy. He just slipped a sleeping pill into her dinner or her drink when Mum wasn’t looking and then he had all night to play with her.
As soon as he was sure his wife was sleeping, he jumped out of bed and went into Mary’s room, locking the door behind him. He took his time admiring her after he pulled back the blanket, before he started to push up her night gown. And her panties down.
Gosh, how he loved that first whiff of her completely shaved cunt (he had recommended her shaving it all. Of course she had done what he had told her) when he spread her legs.
He knew every inch perfectly by now. Knew that nipping at her clit would drench her cunt within a minute. Her juices flew easily and he loved it. Sometimes he spent a full hour just licking her so wet her juices would soak the sheets. And her taste! Good heavens, he couldn’t get enough!
When he ate her out at night, he thought about Brian and how jealous he would be if he could see him getting everything she was still denying him. He wondered how he would react if he knew that her father made her come at night at least three times only by using his skilled tongue and fingers.
„Brian will never be as good to you as I am, baby“, he liked to whisper in her ear when he was hovering above her, his pulled out and fully erect cock rubbing along her drenched bald cunt, soaking his shaft in her juices.
“I know what your little pussy needs, baby. It craves my tongue and my fingers, and most of all my big fat cock. Oh, how your puffy cunt wants him to tear her apart, baby. I can feel it”, he whispered and let the tip of his tongue slide over Mary’s lush lips.
“But tell you what. When the time comes and I fuck you, and I will, baby, then you will be wide awake, begging for my cock.”
No, he never fucked her when she was sleeping. He wanted to, of course, his cock aching for her tight virgin hole, but he was in control of himself. And he found other ways to enjoy himself, like rubbing through her cunt, or fucking her mouth slowly before squirting all over her face or tits. He especially loved doing this, covering her in his cum, marking her his own. He did clean her up before he left, of course, but he liked to lay beside her for a while, watching his semen sticking to her wonderful body, imagining her tongue flicking out and licking it off her lips.
The mornings after those sessions were very amusing, for Mary always came into the kitchen with a big smile on her face. Her mother had noticed her sudden improved mood, too. Obviously, cumming over and over again was uplifting the teen spirit. He should share this advise with other daddies: If your teen daughter is being bitchy, just lick her sweet virgin cunt until she cums.
^w^
He had been able to postpone the day for a couple of weeks, but the day came when Mary stood before him, holding up a package of condoms, her lovely cheeks blushed.
“When will you do it?” he asked her then, his voice hoarse.
“Tomorrow. He wants to take me to his parents’ summer house for the weekend.”
He could only nod, not trusting his voice.
Only one night left to pretend she was his…
He slipped her the pill and snug into her room as usual. He pushed the night gown over her breasts and pulled down her panties, the tasks so familiar and dear to him.
Then he took his time caressing her, kissing her on the lips and all over her body. He closed his mouth around one nipple and sucked at it lovingly until it pebbled and was pushing against the tip of his tongue.
“God, how I love your firm tits, baby”, he breathed against her warm skin and claimed the other nipple, teasing it as well.
While he worked his way down her body, he shimmied down his pants and freed his already hard and aching cock.
“And your flat little belly”, he whispered as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her tummy, his tongue circling around the belly button. A whiff of her already wet cunt filled his nose and he let out a growl, the tip of his tongue sliding down over her bald mound as he spread her legs wide open.
“God, your cunt, baby!” he moaned and pressed his face into her hot flesh, already drenched in her juices from his attentions.
“So fucking sweet”, he murmured while plowing his tongue through her slit, “so fucking hot”, he growled and let his tongue flicker over her swollen cherry, enjoying the wet sounds it made, “so fucking wet for daddy”, he moaned and pushed his tongue deep into her tight virgin hole, rubbing the walls and licking off the juice. His babygirl came and he grunted when her channel started convulsing and tried to suck his tongue deeper into it.
“Oh, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful. I wish you were mine to fuck, all day and night. I’d never stop fucking you, babygirl. I’d give you so many orgasms you couldn’t get a single word out of that sweet little mouth of yours.”
He lifted himself up to hover over her and pushed his juice covered tongue past her sensual lips. While he kissed her, he curled his fingers around his cock and started pumping, debating inwardly where he should shoot his load.
His head nudged the hot, wet flesh of her pussy and he growled into her mouth.
He knew where he wanted to put his cum. Where it fucking belonged: Into the tight little cunt of his daughter.
Something primal and animalistic stirred in him then, the love he felt for his daughter being tainted with the hunger to possess.
“God, baby…I want you so fucking bad”, he pressed through gritted teeth as he rubbed his cock faster.
“I don’t want that bastard to have you. You’re mine. Mine. I made you. I own you and that sweet little cunt.”
He pumped his dick hard now, panting against his daughter’s parted lips. He looked down at her serene face and the beast inside him told him what to do.
“Yeah,” he breathed and guided his pulsating cock to her pussy, wetting the tip with her juices before he pushed against the little entrance, “I will breed you, Mary. Only my babies will fill that hungry teenage womb of yours.”
He bit back a loud growl when he slowly pushed his fat dick into his daughter’s pussy, throwing back his head when her tight walls closed around his head.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Daddy loves it. Daddy loves your cunt.”
He pushed further and further, a shiver running up his spine as he felt her walls stretch for his cock. There was nothing he wanted more than to just slam his length into her, but he knew he couldn’t rip her hymen apart or the plan his lust-clouded mind had formed would be endangered.
He would let Brian have her cherry, he would let him fuck her. And when they were done, they would find that there had been a hole in their condom. Mary would be pregnant and Brian would be out of the picture (he knew his parents. They would do everything to get their son out of this mess) and he would have his daughter to himself again.
Ah, yes, marvelous! Perfect solution. All he had to do now was to get his daughter pregnant…
Another growl urged from his throat when he felt the little barrier a third-way inside Mary’s cunt. Acting on instinct he pushed against it, but restrained himself. He was content for the moment with pushing in and out, watching his head appear and disappear in his daughters soaked, pink cunt. This lovely sight and the tight, massaging walls drove him to the edge within a minute.
“Oh yes, baby, I’m there. It’ll happen. I’ll give you my seed in a second. You’ll be carrying my child while everyone will think it’s that loser’s. Only I’ll know it’s mine, baby. As are you. Both mine..Gnnnghh!”
With a suppressed scream he pushed his head into her one last time and shot off his load. A quick hand darted down and he rubbed his daughter’s clit furiously, causing loud wet sounds to fill her room.
“Come on, baby, cum for Daddy…suck my semen into your fertile teenage womb, my little baby slut.”
He suckled her tit while he pushed in and out of her, ejaculating more and more cum into her. Then, oh heaven, he felt another orgasm ripple through her and he let out a growl when her walls started pumping on his cock.
“Good, baby! Yes, good girl!” he panted and when he was all spilled, he pulled out and lifted her bottom high into the air, watching her still clenching hole as his semen wandered further into her cervix.
With a satisfied moan he cupped her cunt with his mouth and lapped through her slit, teasing the clit to prolong her climax as much as possible.
When it was all done, he gently laid her hips back on the bed. He looked at her lovingly and caressed her beautiful young body with his large hands, massaged her wonderful breasts fondly before he rubbed her drenched little cunt one last time. He bent over her while he did so and whispered into her ear: “Next time, my sweet babygirl, you’ll be awake.”
Gently, he put her panties back on with a parting kiss on her puffy pussy lips and covered his daughter with her blanket.
“I love you, Mary”, he whispered and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead before he left the room.
^w^
Call it luck, call it fate, but his plan worked out perfectly. He was able to pinch a hole into the condoms she had bought and he was standing at the ajar door while Brian deflowered his Mary rather clumsily. He had almost burst into the room when she had cried out in pain as her hymen had been ripped apart and he had just continued to hammer into her, too overwhelmed to control his lust. Mary had cried for the rest of the brief act before he had cum inside her and broke down on her a second later.
Because of this pathetic act alone he wasn’t sad about throwing out his ass a couple of weeks later when they would stand before them and tell him and his wife that Mary was pregnant.
With Brian being out of the picture as predicted, Mary became almost depressive. She really had loved this guy and a part of him felt very ashamed for what he had done. But it was all for the greater good, he told himself, and started to do everything to cheer her up. No new phone, laptop or trip could do, though. It took her daddy a while to realize that she needed comfort more than anything.
It happened on a day when her mum was out grocery shopping. He stepped into her room (where she spent most of the time these days), and laid down beside her in her bed like he had done so many times before, only difference now that she was awake.
She tensed when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against his chest, but when he placed tender little kisses on her neck, she let out a sigh and relaxed against him.
“He’s an idiot”, he softly began and his hand started to stroke her, gently wandering down her thigh and up to her shoulder in long, lazy strokes.
“You’re the most wonderful girl in the world”, he continued and placed a kiss just below her ear.
A part of him hoped that she subconsciously remembered him doing this to her when she had been sleeping.
“Every guy would be lucky to have you.”
His lips lingered at her ear, brushing her sensitive earlobe. Very pleased, he noted how she shivered. His hand carefully snaked under her shirt and pushed down her leggings. Mary tensed up, but when her daddy started rubbing her tummy, she relaxed again.
“This is your baby, Mary. Your wonderful, sweet baby. It’ll be all yours”, ‘and mine’, he added silently, “and no one can take him or her away from you. I’ll be there for you. You won’t be alone, baby.”
“I know, daddy”, she replied in a soft hush and cuddled against him, her bum melting against his pelvis.
“What would you like, baby? A boy or a girl?” he asked her casually while his cock twitched in excitement, rubbing against her ass cheek. His fingers wandered lower, beneath her belly button, only the tips grazing the beginning of her pubic mound.
“I don’t care, as long as it’s healthy”, Mary replied. She had her eyes closed and tilted her head, letting out a little begging sigh like she had done when she’d been a little girl. With a smirk he bent down and placed more tender kisses on her long swan neck.
He wrapped his other arm around her now, pulling her into the save cocoon that was his strength and warmth.
“My sweet little babygirl”, he whispered into her ear and placed a kiss on her earlobe, causing her to sigh.
“I’m not your baby anymore. I’ll be a mum, soon”, she protested weakly, clearly dozing off.
“You’ll always be my babygirl”, he whispered into her ear and gently pressed his half-erect cock against her full ass.
“Even when your belly and breasts will be swollen”, he added and a pleased shiver ran down his spine as the mental picture entered his mind.
His cock swiftly swelled to its full size and he worried that she would notice, for it was clearly pressing against her fine ass.
Either she was too far gone already or she didn’t care. Both reasons were fine with him. Very slowly, with his eyes trained on her serene profile, he let his fingertips brush down her belly button again. She stirred a little, so he returned to kissing her neck again, his fingers pausing. His heart was beating against his chest. He was so hard. He wanted her.
His fingers moved a little lower and he bit back a moan when he felt her bald mound. She still kept it clean shaven, his little angel.
How he missed the taste of her sweet little pussy! He hungered for a bit of her wonderful juice.
Placing another kiss right on the soft spot beneath her earlobe, he spread his fingers and moved the middle finger further down, listening to her regular breathing. Biting his lips, he let the middle finger slide even further until he reached the beginning of her so familiar pussy lips, feeling the little dip between them.
“Oh, baby”, he couldn’t help but whisper as he started to gently rub the tip of his finger through the little dip between her lips, very careful not to stir her awake. But he was needy, lord help him. His cock was rock hard and pressing against his daughter’s ass so demanding. Forgetting all the danger, he let the finger slide in between her hot folds until it nudged her clit. Mary let out a sigh.
“It’s okay, baby. Sleep”, he whispered quickly and very gently started to circle her little cherry.
“I’ll just make you feel a little better, my angel. Daddy is here, don’t worry.”
“Daddy…” she whispered and to his shock and joy, she pressed her bum against his cock. He had to suppress a growl.
Some part of her did remember all the beautiful things he had done to her, he thought happily as he pushed against her clit. Then his finger wandered lower and he almost jubilated when he felt the familiar moist on his fingertip.
“Daddy made you horny, baby”, he whispered into her ear and, being braver now, slowly plowed through her slit, up and down, spreading the juice and circling her clit again.
“You want your daddy’s cock”, he breathed into her ear and rubbed his length against the warm, soft cheek of her ass.
“Do you want me to give it to you, baby? You want your daddy to fuck you?” he asked his slumbering daughter, the wet noises of his finger flickering over her swelling little cherry filling the room.
“Yes”, that sweet little angel in his arms whispered back and he nearly came then and there.
What a daughter he had been blessed with!
His hand was trembling when he pulled it out of her leggings to push it and her panties down. It was difficult to move slow, but he knew he had to. If he would be very lucky, his daughter would wake up when his cock was already deep inside her.
Breathing heavily, he rolled the fabric down her creamy skin, exposing more and more of her ass.
He had her pants halfway down her ass when he heard the door downstairs open.
Shit! His wife!
Carefully, but as fast as possible he readjusted her clothing and untangled himself from his sleeping daughter. He had just enough time to cover her with her blanket before he left the room and hurried into the bathroom to jerk off into the sink.
^w^
After the frustrating end of a rather promising start, he couldn’t wait to have another alone-time with his pregnant daughter. Unfortunately, his wife was buzzing around her almost constantly, advising her about pregnancy 24/7. Both him and Mary were sick of it. The wife didn’t notice, though, so she chirped on and on about what to eat, what to do and what not to do, etc. They rarely got to spend time alone, so both of them were very happy when they found themselves alone in the garden one night with the wife having fallen asleep on the couch.
They smiled at each other and he sat down in the comfy lounge chair. When she wanted to sit down in the other one, he held his hand out to her.
“Come sit with me, baby.”
“I’m too heavy”, Mary protested but he only snorted and pulled her down onto his lap, pulling her back against his chest. With a sigh she rested her head on his shoulder and he seized her relaxed state to slip his hand under her shirt to rub the little bump in her belly.
His baby.
“He’s far too small to have any effect on your weight, yet”, he grinned at her while he casually pulled up her top below her breasts to gaze down on her little bump.
“I guess…you think it’s going to be a boy?” she asked with a slight smile. Her lovely face was so close to his and he couldn’t resist on pressing a kiss onto her cheek.
“Yep.”
“Why?”
“Just a feeling.”
He grinned at her and she kissed his cheek. Then she shifted until she sat on him fully, her ass pressing against his cock again. With her being close, it was already half-stiff.
They sat there watching the stars, both enjoying the silence. He continuously rubbed the taught little baby bump.
“That’s so nice”, she whispered and rested her forehead against his temple.
“Your mum loved it when you were on your way.”
“It’s wonderful.”
Thinking for only a second, he let his hands wander down to her jeans and opened her button. When he pulled the zipper, his daughter stiffened.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you a rub, baby” he said innocently and pushed her jeans and panties into her crotch so he could reach all of her belly.
“Just relax”, he whispered into her ear in the tone he had always used when he had come to her at night and went back to tenderly rubbing her belly. After a few seconds, she did relax and he lovingly caressed his baby growing inside his daughter.
“Boy, I wish Brian was here”, Mary admitted into the silence.
“I thought you were over him now”, he replied, trying to sound indifferent, but couldn’t quite manage.
“Oh, I am. It’s just…you know, I’m in my first trimester and, well…a man would come in handy right now.”
She let out a shy chuckle, not realizing what effect this little confession had on her father.
“I see”, he managed to answer and even could throw in a fake chuckle. But his insides were burning and his cock was swelling.
His daughter needed cock.
God, he had waited so long for this.
“I’m sorry things didn’t turn out as you hoped, baby”, he began and pressed a kiss on her neck.
“Me too”, Mary replied sadly and he seized the sadness to kiss her neck again. His lips wandered up her neck just below her earlobe to leave another kiss there.
“You must be so frustrated…” he whispered and covered her soft skin with kisses until she tilted her head to the side to allow him better access.
“You have no idea”, she joked and brushed some strands of her long hair out of her neck.
“I think I do, babygirl”, he whispered hoarsely and for the first time he opened his mouth so his tongue could taste the skin of her neck as he kissed her again.
Mary flinched and stiffened, but her daddy left more open-mouthed kisses on her neck while his big hands gently moved over her belly, soothing her.
“I wish I could help you, baby…lift the burden off you somehow, or at least make you forget it for a while…”
His clever fingers feathery traced her skin below her belly while his lips caught her earlobe.
Mary let out a surprised gasp.
“Daddy”, she gasped in shock, her mind rebelling against the mere hint in his words, while her nipples hardened. They were poking through her top already, he could see them clearly.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m here for you.”
He knew he had to be bold now. She was fighting this while her body was obviously all for her daddy pleasuring her, so he had to make sure the body would win the internal argument.
So he let his hand slide between her thighs (like it had so many, many times without her knowledge) and his knees opened her legs in the exact moment his hands slid between them and his middle and ring finger settled on her clit.
His daughter let out a shocked gasp and closed her legs, but his hand was already where it wanted to be and he could rub and tease her clit all he wanted.
“Daddy, no! Stop!” she hissed while her legs were twitching.
“Relax, baby. I’m only trying to help.”
He dipped his two fingers into her hole and she let out a little cry. With his fingertips covered in her juices they slid back up to rub it on her swelling clit.
“Just like this, baby. Lean back and enjoy. It’s good for the baby. He needs his mom happy.”
She squirmed on top of him and tried to pull his hand out of her pants, but she herself had trapped it there with her legs.
“Trust me, babygirl”, he whispered soothingly into her ear and kissed her jaw.
“Oh God”, she breathed as he pinched her clit just the way he knew drove her crazy.
“That’s right, baby. Daddy knows what you need. Open your legs for me, darling.”
His voice was a hushed order and Mary bit her lip, arching her back in a final act of protest. But his fingers were trained to please her and he had gathered enough experience in pleasing her sweet little cunt that she didn’t stand a chance.
With a high-pitched gasp and shame washing over her, Mary finally opened her legs to her father’s fingers.
“That’s my girl”, he praised her and now used his complete hand to rub her already drenched little cunt. She let out little moans that were music in his ears as he plowed through her hot slit. While he let one finger flicker swiftly over the swollen clit, he pushed up her top over her left breast and pulled down her bra to pinch her pebbled pink nipple.
“God, Daddy! No, stop…this is so wrong. You shouldn’t…”, she was whining on top of him but rolling her hips to get his fingers into her needy hole.
“Listen to your wet little cunt, baby. It doesn’t think it’s wrong. It loves daddy’s fingers. You want me to fuck you with my fingers, baby?”
She shook her head and whimpered, but spread her legs even wider.
“Say it”, he panted into her ear, his finger flicking over her clit and the wet noises it caused filling both their ears.
Mary was biting her lips and her legs were shaking. She was close, he noticed, but he wouldn’t allow her to come without begging him to fuck her. So he stopped his ministrations, his hand resting on her pussy.
Mary had a hard time opening her eyes, she was panting and squirming on top of him and hesitantly met his eyes. Oh, he could see her inner turmoil, society’s teaching condemning her for wanting her daddy to fuck her.
Teasingly, he let his fingertip circle her hard little nipple and looked into her eyes.
“Beg daddy to fingerfuck you, baby.”
Mary’s eyes widened. This wasn’t the man she knew as her daddy. This was some dark animal, toying with her before he ripped her apart.
His hand was gently moving over her cunt. The need to orgasm became unbearable. She was appalled by the situation, but her body was burning with desire for her own father.
“Please, daddy…” she heard herself whisper and another wave of shame clashed over her, “please fingerfuck me.”
She let out a surprised scream when her Daddy roughly thrust two big fingers into her tight little cunt.
“Shhh”, he chuckled as he repeatedly shoved his fingers into her, “or you’ll alert mum. And then I have to stop this.”
With every word, he fucked her slick hole with his fingers. His baby helplessly clutched the armrest of the chair and tilted her head back onto his shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut and biting down her lip while she let it all happen.
She could hear the noises her cunt were making, so wet and juicy, her own father’s fingers pushing in and out of her, squeezing the juice out of her hole. Gosh, he knew exactly how he had to move his fingers, she thought desperately, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes as wave after wave of lust rushed through her, driving her into a state of sexual frenzy she had never experienced before. She wanted to rip her clothes off her body, the fabrics feeling so rough on her sensitive skin now. She wanted to lift her legs and spread them wider so daddy could fuck her harder. She wanted to get up and run, she wanted to get up and go on all fours in front of him, she wanted to beg him to fuck her with his cock.
It was this thought which pushed her over the edge, made her cum so hard she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t help the little squeals that left her throat as she felt her cunt clench, squeezing the two fingers deep in her pussy. They were still moving, rubbing her walls and prolonging the torture of this wonderful orgasm.
So much shame mixed into the orgasm that tears started to escape her lashes. She felt so unbelievably dirty that she had enjoyed it so much, still was enjoying every little move of her father’s fingers.
“Oh, don’t cry baby. Everything’s fine. It did feel good, didn’t it?”
He wrapped his free arm around her and placed soothing kisses on her neck while she was staring into the night sky, her legs twitching still. Daddy still hadn’t removed his fingers. Now he was pushing them in and out of her slowly, in between these movements spreading her juices all over her cunt until she felt like she had wet herself.
She let it happen.
She couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move. She felt so exhausted. And ashamed. She didn’t know what to do. Her whole world had been turned upside down. Again!
Something pure and innocent had just been destroyed.
Now all she felt was shame, filth and the big fingers of her father caressing her dripping cunt.
“Is everything okay?” the voice of her mother came from the door and she froze, pure horror filling her heart. She was about to panic, but then the calm voice of her father spoke.
“Everything’s perfect, honey. We were just talking. Go back to bed. I’ll be right there.”
When he said these words, disgust washed over her. And a hot white jealousy.
Would he really just go into bed with her mother right after he had done…this to his own daughter?!
“Okay. Goodnight, Mary.”
Daddy’s fingers pushed deep into her cunt again.
“G'night”, Mary answered hoarsely and closed her eyes, more tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
The door behind them was pulled close.
“Good girl”, her daddy praised her and slowly began to fuck her with his fingers anew.
Her pussy was still hot and throbbing and desperate for attention. Her nipples instantly pebbled when daddy pushed up her top and her bra and started to play with them. Her traitorous body craved daddy’s attention.
She gasped when he pushed a third finger into her.
“It’s okay, baby”, she listened to his whispers, “I love you. I love you so much.”
The sounds of her wet cunt being fucked hard filled the air.
“I won’t stop until you are completely satisfied. Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s here for you. Forget mum. And Brian. You’re having a baby. A beautiful little baby. You must stay healthy and happy and daddy’s gonna help you with that. I’ll make you so happy baby. I’ll be everything you need.”
A moan escaped her throat as daddy thrust his fingers into her hard.
“Now, my sweet angel, lift your butt so daddy can pull down your pants so he can fuck you better with his big fingers.”
Mary sobbed. Then she lifted her butt. Daddy pulled her pants and panties down. She shimmied out of them, the chill of the night sending goosebumps over her creamy white thighs.
After she leaned back against him, she spread her thighs again. Daddy hooked his hands into the hollow of her knees and lifted them up, hanging them over the armrests.
Mary whimpered as cool air brushed against her very open cunt.
“Daddy’s here”, he whispered into her ear before he started sucking her earlobe. Both hands were on her breasts, massaging them firmly, pinching the nipples until Mary let her head fall onto his shoulder.
“That’s right, babydoll. Stop crying. Enjoy it. I’ll make all your dreams come true. Daddy will make you come again and again tonight, sweet angel.”
She moaned. Her head was spinning from all the arousal.
The things he did to her breasts…god, her daddy knew exactly what she needed, her lust clouded mind thought, pushing her conscience further and further into the back until the shaming voice was nothing but a faint whisper.
Mary whimpered, pressing her butt against daddy’s rock hard cock, still hidden away in his pants.
Her pussy was nothing but frustrated about it. It wanted to be filled, to be stretched apart, to be pounded hard and deep. But that last bit of sanity prevented her to beg for it.
Yet she moaned and whimpered while her father pleasured her, bent her body needily against his fingers. She may not have begged with words, but she was begging with her body.
Her naked butt was rubbing along the steel length of his cock, feeling the heat through the thin fabric of his shorts. Mary whimpered when her father pressed his cock against her harder, starting a slow rhythm. He teased her, gave her an idea what it would be like if the fabric separating their genitals would be gone and his cock free to penetrate her, soil her forever. Furthermore, he bit and sucked her neck, breathed roughly into her ear while his fingers squeezed her tits or ravished her pussy. He praised her when she came again, her pussy gushing juice. And while she was in this state of bliss, he moved her, put her legs back on the ground and pushed her upper body forward until she was bent over and her pulsating pussy pressing against his cloaked cock.
They both groaned when their genitals made contact.
Daddy pushed against the soaked cunt and gripped his daughter’s hips in case she wanted to flee. But his baby was too far gone to be reasonable anymore. He had a needy, horny little bitch on his lap now. Without having to make her she started rubbing her pussy over his rock hard length, soaking his trousers with her juice, making him feel her hot wetness through the fabric.
He helped her moving her hips, pulled her down harder and faster.
“Daddy”, she whimpered as he started to push his head into her dripping hole.
“God, Babydoll, your cunt is so hot. It’s begging me to fuck it. You want daddy to pull his cock out and destroy your cunt, you horny little bitch?”
Mary froze at his rough words, his voice sounding so foreign, strange, brutal.
“No. No I don’t want that. Let go of me!”
Before he could act, Mary was gone, leaving him standing and aching.
He leaned back in his chair, panting hard. His cock was throbbing and demanding pussy.
This wasn’t over, he thought grimly.
^w^
He only needed one week to make his daughter ache for Daddy’s cock. All it took was letting her running in on him having sex with her mother seven times. The first time, Mary stepped into the living room while he was pounding his wife hanging over the back of the couch. The second time, Mary walked into the kitchen and saw him banging her mother against the kitchen counter. Third time, her mother riding him in the pool. Fourth time, Mary spotted her daddy getting pleasured by her mother through the ajar door to their bedroom. Fifth time, him licking her mother while she clung for dear life on the edge of the bath tub. The sixth time he took his wife roughly on the washing machine. Last but not least, his wife was lying with her back on the bed and he fucked her throat while he licked her pussy.
When he noticed how his daughter was begging him with her lovely eyes, he knew she was ready.
He was certain when Mary came cuddling again in the evenings in front of the tv.
It was one of these occasions in the afternoon, both of them sitting on the couch, when he decided to end the torture. Her mother was out of the house, a rare opportunity he simply couldn’t pass up.
She was wearing grey sweatpants and a loose red bigshirt and made puppy eyes at him before she cuddled against his side and he put his arm around her so his hand was resting on the little baby puck.
Her legs were pulled up and slightly spread. He inwardly chuckled.
“How’s the baby, little one?” he casually asked and started to rub her belly.
“Good, daddy.”
“And you, doll? Are you still in heat?”
He was blunt. He was tired of being a good daddy. His girl had left him standing after he’d been so good to her. She had some making up to do.
Mary let out a little gasp. Seconds of tension passed, then she answered.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Now do you want daddy to help you?”
“Yes, please.”
She was still ashamed, he could tell. It didn’t bother him at all.
“Well, I am willing to help you”, he started and let his hand wander over her left breast, squeezing it and rubbing her nipple with his index finger. It pebbled within seconds.
Horny little girl she was.
“But only if you let daddy fuck you, babydoll. Any time he wants to.”
She let out a little whimper while he expertly pleased her breasts.
“Any time?” she breathed.
“Any time”, he repeated.
Her head fell back on his shoulder when he twisted her hard little nipple through her big shirt.
“Well? Do we have a deal?”
He pulled on her nipple until she whimpered. With heavy eyelids she nodded.
“Say it”, he insisted and let his hand wander under her shirt and into her bra, squeezing and massaging her round B-cup breast. “Say daddy can fuck you whenever he wants.”
“You can fuck me whenever you want, daddy.”
“Good girl. Now”, he sat up and pulled up her shirt and bra so her tits plopped out, “let daddy see your sweet little pussy. Are you wet, sweetie?”
She nodded and spread her legs wide. He couldn’t see properly so he put his hands into the hollows of her knees and pulled her legs toward her chest until her crotch was fairly visible, the grey spot between her long legs dark and sticking to the bulgy pussy underneath.
“Oh, you horny, horny baby.”
His mouth filled with water. He let his big fingers rub over the wet warm spot and made his daughter moan.
“Mmm, I want to lick you. Stand up and undress. Daddy wants to look at his naughty daughter.”
Hesitantly she did as she was told, feeling the hungry eyes on every inch of skin she exposed.
When it was done she stood in front of her father, squirming beneath his gaze. Her eyes went huge when he lazily stroked over the bulge in his pants.
With a grin he lay down then, still stroking.
“Come here and sit down on daddy’s face, honey.”
“W-what?”
She bit her lip.
“You want your daddy to please you or not?” he asked impatiently.
After a second, she nodded and came to him, rubbing her little bump. Carefully, she climbed onto the couch, each leg on either side of her father’s face.
“No, like this.”
Daddy pulled her into the correct position roughly until her sopping wet cunt was right in front of his face. Her heavy scent hit his nostrils and his cock twitched.
“Oh, yes. Daddy’s missed this, baby.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Spread your legs a little more, yes, that’s right.”
Then he lifted his head and let as much tongue as possible plow through the slit of his pregnant daughter.
She let out a squeal of delight.
“Oh God, daddy!”
Roughly, he gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide as he devoured his teenage daughter’s cunt, licking and sucking up all of her juices. She came within two minutes, her hips twitching, rubbing her pink cunt over his face. He sucked her swollen clit into his mouth then and she tipped over, her breasts pressing against his throbbing cock. He pushed her off of his face and groaned.
“Pull out my cock, naughty girl.”
“Oh, daddy, I can’t…”
“Do it!”
To convince her he lifted his head and pushed his tongue into her hole. She squealed and her tight walls clenched around his tongue. Then he felt her hands on his jeans, how they fumbled with his zipper until finally, her beautiful hand curled around his cock and pulled him free. He let out a pleased growl.
“Suck it, baby. Suck daddy’s dick!”
He jerked up his hips demandingly and she moaned. First he felt her hot breath on his precum covered head, then oh lord help him her little hot mouth was on his cock, taking him in and sucking on his head. Her tongue licked off the precum hungrily.
“Like that, babydoll. Good girl. Such a good girl you are.”
Gently, he began fucking her mouth while he tongue-fucked her cunt, his hands wandering down to tease her nipples until she came again. While she quivered he pressed his face against her wet cunt, licking and sucking as hard as he could until she begged for mercy.
She was still panting and twitching when he pushed her off of him and down to floor.
Without any words he guided her between his legs and shoved his cock down her throat. He fisted his hands into her hair and showed her how he wanted to be sucked off by his little girl.
His daughter was a fast learner, bless her.
“Oh yes”, he groaned, looking down at her, “just like that. Soon, daddy will cum in your hot little mouth and fill your throat with his sperm. And you will swallow it all, won’t you, baby?”
She nodded, looking up at him with her big blue eyes and her mouth tightly wrapped around his hard length.
He growled loudly and came into her mouth, pushing his cock deep into her throat as he squirted his hot salty semen into his daughter. She choked, her throat tightening around his cock, squeezing the last bit of cum out of him.
He retreated then and his cock plopped out of her mouth. Tears stung in her eyes. He caressed her cheek and smiled.
“Such a good girl you are, babydoll. Stand up.”
He turned the fold-out couch into a bed, quickly threw a sheet over it and lay down, pulling her against him. His hands never stopped roaming her body as they cuddled, caressing and squeezing her ass cheeks, his fingertips dipping between them.
His teenage daughter was still gushing juice.
Normally, he needed at least half an hour to be ready for action again, but the hot little pussy of his daughter stirred his lust already.
He rolled her onto her back and lay on the side. Taking his time, he drank in the beautiful tight little body before him, his wet fingers playing with her nipples.
“Spread your legs for your Daddy”, he commanded and his cock stiffened when she did.
“You’re so so naughty, begging your own daddy to fuck you”, he purred, relishing in her discomfort and shame, feeling his desires fueled by them.
“Opening your legs like that, offering your dripping little cunt so shamelessly.”
She closed her eyes and blushed.
He leaned close until his lips were right next to her ear.
“You little slut. You’re daddy’s little whore now.”
She whimpered, but her legs remained open. Her lips parted when he rubbed his cock along her soft thigh.
“You will spread your legs only for daddy. You’re mine…”
He bent down and sucked his daughter’s nipple deep into his mouth.
His baby girl gasped. With his clever tongue and his suction he put her to pieces within mere minutes. The sheet underneath her ass was covered in her juices.
God, he loved how much juice she oozed.
She came when he twisted her clit between index and middle finger, but this didn’t stop him. He continued his ministrations, enjoying her wails and cries and her shaking body.
“Are you ready, princess?” he whispered hoarsely into her ear, slowly rolling her onto her side, pulling her leg to open her cunt.
Teasingly he let his cock slide through her slit, getting it all nice and wet.
“Oh God…” he heard her whisper, trembling from the sensation of feeling her daddy’s cock on her cunt for the first time (she knew of).
She stuck her butt out and rolled her hip, rubbing her cunt on his cock, moaning and whimpering from the excitement and pleasure.
This was the moment, he thought dreamily as he watched his naked daughter offering herself to him, her eyes closed and panting, her beautiful tits shaking as she moved, her nipple wet from his saliva. She was so needy, his little girl, needed his strength and guidance, needed him to dominate her, claim her little body as his.
“Beg me, baby”, he huskily whispered into her ear, “beg daddy to fuck you until your pussy is burning.”
She moaned and arched her body towards him.
“Please, daddy…please fuck me. I need you so bad.”
“Yes, you do. You’ll always need me”, he groaned and pressed a kiss to her swan neck.
And then, oh heaven, it was time.
Surprised by his own willpower, he entered his daughter’s pussy slowly, pushing his head through her folds into her sopping wet little hole.
Mary cried out loud as her father’s cock filled her completely, stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched before.
“God, baby! You’re so tight”, her daddy groaned as he slowly started to fuck her.
His thrusts were gentle at first, but soon his hunger became unbearable. One hand wandered to her throat and gently closed around it while the one holding her leg pulled it even further to him, opening her up more and simultaneously limiting her options to move. When he draped his leg over the other, she was helpless.
Fully open and helpless. Ready to be fucked like a big girl.
Mary let out a scream as he gave one hard, deep thrust. As expected her legs tried to close, but he wouldn’t have it.
“That’s right baby. You’re pussy’s mine to fuck now.”
He thrust hard again.
She flinched and whimpered. Her little hole cramped around him.
“Don’t fight it, baby. It won’t hurt for long. I’ll make you get used to it.”
Another deep thrust. Another scream.
“Soon you’ll love it.”
Thrust. Whimper.
“Soon you’ll beg me to fuck you hard and deep, little one.”
And with no further ado, he proved his words.
He began hammering into her and within minutes her screaming and her struggling turned into moans and arching against him.
“See baby? Daddy knows what’s best for you. Never doubt me again. I said I’d make you happy and I will. I will make sure your baby stays healthy. You never need to worry again, my love.”
She came then, hard and long, squirming on his cock, milking him hard. A few more deep thrusts and he gave her his cream, let her cunt have it all.
When it was done, she started crying, her hips still rolling, still begging for more. He took her in his arms and let her spill her tears on his chest.
She was truly his now, he thought with a serene smile on his face.
^w^
As it turned out, he couldn’t go through the night without having her again. He awoke in the middle of the night, next to his wife, who had her back to him. Her full ass was sticking out of the sheets, a very alluring sight. But his cock demanded his daughter. So he silently got up, not caring to put on some clothes, and walked through the dark corridor with his hard cock bouncing, guiding the way to his daughters room. He entered, leaving the door ajar. He was so horny that he didn’t care to close it, his hunger dulling his mind. When he had reached her bed he threw the blanket off, revealing his daughter in her cute green nighty, sleeping like an angel in her small bed. Memories flashed in front of his eyes of their nights together, the countless of times he had made her come without her even knowing. Well, those days were behind them now. She would remember every orgasm her daddy would give her.
Impatiently he rolled her on her back and pulled down her panties. She stirred in her sleep, but he had enough time to join her on the bed and push her legs apart. His head was buried between her thighs and his tongue was pushing in and out of her tight hole when she finally woke up.
Not being used to be awake for her father’s attack she jolted up, pressing her legs painfully against his head.
“Oh God! Daddy?!”
With an angry growl he pushed her back down on the mattress. His tongue darted into her hole. Her head fell back on her pillow and a gasp left her full lips.
“Daddy, no!” she whined and her hand tried to push his head away. “Mum’s here! Ah! God, please stop!”
The flicks of his tongue told her soundly how wet she already was again. Her pussy was insatiable.
She kept pressing her legs together. Even though he loved a little struggling, this was not the time. He was hungry and needed to fuck his girl.
With another displeased growl he lifted his head and grabbed her leg, turned her around far enough so he could plant a rough slap on her bare ass. She whimpered.
“Quiet! What did I tell you today?” he breathed into her ear, his weight on top of her now, his hand fisted in her hair.
“I told you I know exactly what you need. I told you not to fight me. I told you to obey. And you agreed.”
“Not with Mum in the house!” she protested, her traitorous hips rolling, pushing her wet cunt against his cock.
“You said any time! And I want you now, baby. I want you so much. And your pussy needs me. She’s hungry for daddy’s cock and daddy’s cock needs to fill your tight little hole.”
“But what about Mum?”
“The longer you argue with me, the longer we will need and the risk of being discovered will increase. Do you understand?”
The arousing scent of his daughter was making him more and more impatient. A part of him wanted to give her a good hard spanking for making him wait. His big hand closed around her breast, squeezed and pulled at it, the index finger flicking over the hardened nipple.
His little girl moaned and her soft body writhed against him.
“Would you rather I go to mummy? Do you want me to fuck her instead of you, baby?”
“No!”
Oh, how fast she answered, desperate one. He smirked into her neck.
“Then be a good girl and open your legs for daddy. Let daddy fuck you until we’re both satisfied.”
A few heart beats, a few deep breaths of his daughter. Then, the pressure of her legs against his hips stopped and he felt how she spread them, spread them far.
“Good girl”, he praised her and placed rewarding kisses on her neck and shoulder. Then he lifted himself up, just enough to look into her face and let his cock glide through her wet slit.
“How wet you are, baby. I almost think you like having mummy in the house while daddy puts his cock inside of you.”
He grinned at her shocked face.
“No!” she whispered.
“No? Pull up your nighty. Daddy wants to look at your pretty tits.”
She gulped, but followed his orders.
“Hmm, good girl. God, I love your sweet perky breasts.”
To prove his words he lowered his head and licked and suckled at each of them until her breath was ragged.
“And I love your cute little baby bump” he continued, stemming his legs into the mattress so his wet cock could rub over the small swelling of her belly. Mary moaned.
“You like that, sweetie? You like daddy rubbing his cock over your baby belly, covering it in pussy juice?”
She moaned again and nodded. So he repeated the action until his daughter’s fingers clawed into his upper arms.
“Daddy…daddy, please…”
He had to bite his lips not to moan. Hearing her beg was so fucking sexy.
“What, baby?” he asked hoarsely, circling the head of his cock along the baby bump.
“Please…fuck me.”
He chuckled. She had still trouble saying it. Adorable.
“What? Right now? With your mummy in the next room? You naughty, naughty little girl.”
Mary closed her eyes in shame, but he wouldn’t have it. He ceased the opportunity and kissed her, the tip of his tongue licking her lips until she opened her mouth to let it in.
She sighed into his mouth when their tongues tangled and slung her arms around his shoulders.
Now he really couldn’t wait any more. Quickly he reached between their bodies and grabbed his throbbing cock and guided it to her entrance.
He entered her tight pussy with a hard thrust and swallowed her outcry.
“That’s for making me wait”, he mumbled against her lips before claiming them again and began fucking her with deep, hard thrusts. The sounds of their skin slapping together and the slight squeaking of her bed filled the room and traveled into the corridor.
The thought of his wife watching him fucking their daughter made him groan and he leaned back into a kneeling position. Grabbing her legs he pounded her even harder, his eyes fixed on the bouncing little tits of his daughter.
She clung to the headboard and had her face pressed into the pillow next to her to swallow her cries and moans.
He loved seeing her like this, lost between pain and pleasure. To intensify the torture his thumb began rubbing her swollen clit. It pushed her over the edge in no time and he couldn’t help but grin proudly when his baby girl was shaking from a violent orgasm.
Having satisfied her, it was time to get his own. He pressed his hands on her tits and leaned forward, pressing her into the mattress and fucking her as hard and fast as he could. She lifted her head, her eyes wide, her mouth opened to a silent scream.
With a loud grunt, he came at this lovely sight. He shoved every drop of his cum deep into her occupied womb.
When he finally stopped thrusting into her, she collapsed into the sheets.
Little sobs filled the room.
“That’s right, baby, let it all out”, he just said, his hands roaming over her body, caressing her breasts, belly and hips.
They were still united and he could feel her pussy pulsate and clench.
“Soon, the pain will be gone and you’ll love it. You already do a bit, don’t you, baby doll? Love your pussy burning like that, the juices gushing out of your hot little hole.”
God, her clenching pussy was making him hard again. His hips began to move.
“Oh god, baby…”, he grunted, “your pussy is so fucking thirsty.”
She looked at him and he saw her wet cheeks.
“It’ll hurt more now, but I know you want it. I know you want the pain, baby.”
He licked the tears off her cheeks, the salty warm taste sending a jolt to his cock and he thrust into her, making her whimper.
He hummed and kissed her, letting his hands wander under her body, curling around her ass cheeks until his index finger touched her tiny hole.
“I will put my finger up your ass now, baby. Don’t worry, it will feel fantastic. Remember, your daddy knows best what you need. Before you know you will cum on daddy’s cock again.”
He listened to her gasps and whimpers while he pushed against her muscle, all wet from her juice and his cum. When he pushed the tip of his finger inside, her fingers clawed into his shoulders.
“Oh, you really love that, don’t you?”
He began fucking both her cunt and ass now, one with his throbbing cock and the other with the length of his index finger. His little daughter was a mess beneath him, scratching his back, panting into his ear and lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.
“Oh god, daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”
“I know, baby. Let go. Let daddy make you happy, baby doll!”
And she did. She was clinging to him while he fucked her harder and harder, making her cum on his cock and finger twice before he reached another peak and squirted his semen into her womb.
His baby was lying beneath him, still panting hard, her long legs dangling from the bed, her hands beside her head. He was still kneeling between her legs, his finally soft cock resting on her baby bump. His hands were still caressing her, roaming over his possession as he pleased, teasing her nipples, pinching them, massaging her breasts until he was satisfied. Then he left her, his cum oozing out of her sore pussy and sticking to her belly, wishing her a good sleep with a kiss on her forehead.
He didn’t clean up before he climbed into his marital bed, put the blanket over him and closed his eyes, a serene smile on his face.
last week, he'd stopped by the store that had replaced radioshack and bought a teddy bear with a camera for an eye, gave it to his daughter for her birthday. she'd rolled her eyes and reminded him that she wasn't a little girl anymore, but she'd put it on her bookshelf anyway, pointed towards her bed. he couldn't have positioned it better himself. he’d catch the bastard defiling his daughter on camera, and boot him from their lives for good. that man was way too old for his little girl, and if he had to blackmail the fucker into disappearing, well. anything for his daughter's safety.
the next saturday, her boyfriend came by, and they went to her room.
"keep the door open," he reminded them.
"okay, dad," his daughter replied, voice overly sweet.
he went to his room, turning on the computer the nannycam was set to stream to, and activating the recording program that would ensure he had real proof, beyond being able to say "i saw you doing it."
the second it came on, he knew he'd made a mistake, because the mere fact that he was spying on his daughter made his cock twitch. he sat back, appalled, then brushed it off. there was no way that was because of his daughter. it was probably just because the only time he spent on the computer at home was to watch porn. that was it: he'd conditioned himself to associate turning the computer on with jacking off. nothing to do with his little girl.
at first, they just talked, lounging on her bed. then they put on a movie, laughing every now and then, but as time went on, they snuggled closer. their hands began to wander, his daughter writhed, and his breath caught in his throat. the way she arched her back, her hips angling so that her boyfriend's hands went where she wanted them... he looked away.
what was he doing? jesus christ, he was spying on his little girl. his baby, his innocent daughter, whose legs were parting eagerly, eyes wide and silently begging. his cock began to swell, throbbing in his pants, every beat of his heart sending blood to flush the muscle. he couldn't look away. couldn't take his eyes off her tiny body, the way her eyes darkened as her boyfriend pushed her tank top over her tits, taking one dark nipple into his mouth. her eyes fluttered closed and she sank her fingers into his hair as he licked and sucked her tits, squeezing one breast while nibbling the other. she pushed his head down, down, until he was kissing the waistband of her pants, which he pulled off as she lifted her hips.
"please, daddy," she said. the boyfriend smiled and lowered himself, his face hidden by her thigh. she turned her head, her eyes squeezed shut. when she opened them, she looked directly at the hidden camera.
oh fuck. she knew. she'd known the whole time! why else would she have set the teddy bear up in exactly the right spot?
"fuck, daddy, that feels so good," she whimpered, never looking away from the camera. her mouth hung open, her eyebrows pinched in pleasure. she groped her own tits, playing with her nipples. "do you wanna fuck me, daddy?"
his cock was already in his hand, stroking slowly. "god, yes," he whispered, though she couldn't hear him.
"do you wanna feel my tight little pussy around your cock?"
"fuck yes."
"can i please have your cock, daddy?"
he groaned and stroked himself faster, watching brainlessly as his daughter positioned herself so that she faced the camera as her boyfriend slid himself into her from behind.
"ohh, fuck," she whimpered as he stretched her out. "you're so big... fuck, it feels so good!" her tits bounced as he began fucking her in earnest, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" she rubbed her clit as he fucked her. "oh my god, daddy, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum on your cock, dad," she said. her lithe body convulsed, and he could see the muscles in her abdomen clenching with each wave of pleasure that wracked her body. her voice was so soft, gasping as she came for him.
he didn't stop stroking himself, replaying her words in his mind as his own orgasm inched closer.
"now be a good girl and suck daddy's cock," her boyfriend crooned.
instantly, he lost all interest. reality came crashing down around him. he'd just been jacking off to his daughter. his own flesh and blood. a little girl who depended on him to protect her from... from people like him.
that son of a bitch.
he righted his pants, storming down the hallway until he swung open his daughter's door, revealing her adorable, innocent, perfect little face with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth.
"out," he ordered.
"oh my god, it's not—it's not what it looks like!" the man stammered, trying to stuff his cock back into his pants.
"get out before i throw you out," he said. his voice was cold, hard, like steel.
the man scrambled to his feet, tugging on his shoes and running away. his daughter hadn't moved, still on her hands and knees, staring up at her father.
"you scared him," she said, almost petulantly.
"he was—"
"he was fucking me, daddy," she cut him off. "just like you knew he would. just like you wanted him to."
"i did NOT want him to," he objected. "he's too old for you."
"I know, daddy," she said, inching closer to the foot of the bed.
he must have stepped forward without realizing it, because he could feel his little girl's breath on the crotch of his pants. "you shouldn't be doing things like that with him," he said.
"who should i be doing them with?" she asked, looking up at him. her doe eyes glittered in the fading evening sun.
"nobody!" he said, cupping her jaw with his hand. "you're too young for all of that. he was taking advantage.”
"but i wanted it, daddy. i needed it.” she ran one hand up his thigh, her thumb resting just above his bulge. “will you give me what i need?”
for the longest moment, he didn’t know how he’d react. part of him wanted to feel her warm, wet mouth on his cock, fill his palms with her perky tits, push her back onto the bed and fuck her in every position he could think of until he found all the ones that drove her crazy.
but he stepped back. “we can’t. i can’t,” he said, forcing his eyes away from her taut nipples. he glanced at the nannycam, but didn't reach for it. “get dressed for dinner.”
he went back to his bedroom to erase the footage, only to see the camera moving. what was she doing with the teddy bear? he frowned. the angles and constant motion made the footage a confusing blur, until eventually it settled into a subtle, rhythmic motion.
“oh fuck, daddy,” she moaned.
the camera was beneath her. his view was of her upper body, as though she were riding his face. comprehension dawned; she was humping the teddy bear.
he didn’t stop the recording. slowly, he lowered himself into his chair again, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. this had to be better than fucking her, right? better than actually touching his daughter? his hand gripped his shaft easily, pumping in time with her motions on the camera. her whimpers made him throb, her gasps made him moan. they were a perfect symphony of pleasure. when she came, legs squeezing the teddy bear desperately, he came with her, shuddering and groaning.
he cleaned himself up before the shame could set in, and went to the kitchen before deciding today was not a day to cook. he ordered a pizza, sank into the couch, and put on some mid-2000s cop procedural until the doorbell rang.
"i'll get it!" his daughter called. he pursed his lips but said nothing until he saw her reach for the doorknob. she was wearing a crop top and panties, and nothing else.
she was swinging the door open before he could yell, "young lady, put some damn clothes on!"
she cocked her hip and took the pizza from the shocked delivery man whose eyes slid over her tight young body before he could stop himself. she gave him a cute wave and closed the door with her foot.
"don't have an aneurysm, dad." she placed the pizza box on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch, patting the cushion next to her. "come sit."
"you cannot be opening the door dressed like that," he said, fury flooding his veins.
"like what?" she asked, all innocence.
"like a slut!" he shouted without thinking. "you saw how he looked at you. you know what he was imagining."
she sat up on the couch, resting on her arms so that they pushed her tits up and out. "but i'm just a teenager," she said. "i'm way too young for him."
he flexed his hands at his sides. "okay. you wanna be a slut?" he stepped forward, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her head back. "you wanna flash your tits for every grown man that walks past? you want everyone to look at you and imagine fucking you? fine." his free hand began undoing his pants, freeing his stiffening cock. "you wanna act like a slut, you'll get treated like one!"
her eyes were wide as she stared up at him. "daddy, what—"
he slapped her on the jaw, just hard enough to sting. "shut up," he commanded. "show me what that mouth is good for." he brought her head forward with one hand, lifted his cock with the other. her lips wrapped around him without hesitation, and the warm wetness of his daughter's mouth was heaven. she sucked him sloppily; her spit lubricated his shaft so that her lips could slide over it with ease.
jesus christ, his little girl could suck cock like a pro.
her head bobbed forward into his crotch of her own accord, so he freed her hair and reached for her tits instead, massaging them through the flimsy fabric of her crop top. when she moaned around his cock, he thrust forward, sliding his length into her throat. she gagged once, twice, then pulled back, giving him her best doe-eyed stare.
"good girl," he whispered.
"thank you, daddy," she said back.
he slapped her jaw again, and she smiled up at him.
he groaned and lifted her to her feet. she peeled her panties off, stepping out of them while he stripped, his pants and shirt landing in a pile next to the couch. he pushed her crop top over her head, making sure that his palms moved over her tits as he did so. he was rewarded with a small pant of genuine arousal—none of the over-the-top porn performance she'd been giving earlier. she had his attention; she didn't need to be dramatic anymore.
he sucked one nipple and reached between her legs to see how wet she was. when he found she was wetter than her mother had ever gotten, he manhandled her into position. she faced away from him, her arms on the back of the couch, her knees on the cushions.
"this is what sluts get," he whispered in her ear as he pressed against her entrance. she grabbed at her own ass, spreading herself for her father, who slid into her easily. he fucked her deep and slow, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. "little sluts don't get their tits played with. they don't get eaten out. all you want is to get fucked, yeah?"
she whimpered and nodded. he smirked; typical brat. she couldn't form a sentence once she was being fucked.
"you just want some big cock to fill you up so you don't have to think anymore, right?"
"yes!" she moaned.
"you just want to be a brainless little slut who gets to spend all day cumming on random strangers' cocks, don't you?"
"oh god... dad," she stuttered. "don't—please don't stop. oh my god."
"you're such a desperate little slut you're gonna cum for your dad?"
"oh god!"
he didn't stop fucking her, maintaining his pace and depth even as her pussy squeezed his cock. her moans were almost breathless, like she wanted to cum more than she needed air. the way her voice hiccuped was so cute. he wanted to make her do that over and over again.
"such a pathetic slut," he chastised, his cock balls deep inside her. he held it there for a moment while he tried not to cum in his daughter. "you know what i want?"
"what, daddy?" she said, still regaining her breath.
"i want to see your face when you cum for me again. i want to look in your eyes when you realize your dad's cock makes you cum this hard."
she whimpered and looked over her shoulder at him, but he pulled away, his cock sliding out of her with a wet sucking noise. he lifted one of her legs and slid underneath her so that he was sitting on the couch, and she could straddle and ride him.
"fuck yourself on my cock, baby," he told her. "i want you to cum on your dad's cock without me even doing anything."
her mouth fell open, mesmerized by the suggestion. she didn't respond, only reached down to grab his cock, lining it up with her pussy before lowering herself onto it slowly. her eyes closed and she leaned her head back, releasing the smallest of sighs. she settled into her own, unique rhythm so easily, he wondered if she hadn't been fucking him while he was asleep until today.
he watched her ride him with her eyes closed for almost ten minutes before she started moaning, her pace increasing. he grabbed her face and pulled her closer. "look at me," he commanded.
she obeyed, her eyes wide and innocent even as she approached the edge of orgasm. "oh god," she moaned. her hips bucked wildly, her cunt spasming around his cock again. her eyes never left his, and her mouth hung open even as every exhale became a moan.
"now you know you're mine," he told her. without warning, he thrust up into her, making her jump and whine. "we're not done yet, sweetheart. you forgot the one thing sluts are good for."
she stared at him dumbly.
he smiled and shook his head, the picture of a disappointed father. "it's my turn to cum now."
she looked almost afraid. "but daddy—"
he grabbed her jaw and squeezed it lightly; a warning. "do sluts talk back?"
"no," she said quietly.
"do sluts make their daddies cum?"
she nodded.
he slapped her. "say it."
"yes, daddy," she said, her breath quickening again. "i want to make you cum."
"good girl," he said softly, petting her jaw before slapping it again. he picked her up and positioned her so that she lay flat on her back on the couch, then climbed between her legs. slowly, he slid his cock between her pussy lips, then slapped her clit with it. she let out a small gasp and her hips bucked upwards. when he was sure she was ready, he slid inside her again. this time, he went hard and fast, wanting nothing more than to dump his load into his daughter's tight cunt.
to his delight, she rubbed her clit as he fucked into her. her other hand played with her tits, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. she came again, her chest and face flushing with the force of her orgasm, her legs shaking on either side of him. he slowed a bit, feeling her walls closing around him, then fucked her through the overstimulation until she was begging incoherently.
"what, baby?" he taunted as he fucked her even faster. "what do you need?"
"please please please please," she whimpered. "oh god, fuck, please—"
he didn't stop, even when he felt warm liquid surrounding his cock inside her. he pulled the blanket they kept on the back of the couch and lifted her hips to slide it underneath her.
"what are you doing?" she asked, frowning.
he smiled at her and finally let his cock slide out of her, followed immediately by the squirt he'd felt earlier. "trying to stop my little slut from making a mess," he said.
she covered her face with her hands. "i've never done that before," she admitted, her voice muffled behind her hands.
he laughed then, and leaned forward to pull her hands away and bury his cock inside her again. "i'm not done with you yet," he reminded her. she nodded, and he squeezed her tits as he fucked her. "such a perfect body," he told her. "i should have known you were a slut. should have known you'd be desperate for my cock."
"i need your cock, daddy," she said, her voice taking on the edge it had had earlier. she was trying to help him cum. "i always make myself cum thinking of you, imagining you fucking me. your cock is the only thing i want. you feel so good inside me, dad."
he groaned. "keep going."
"i love your cock inside me," she said. "it feels so good, stretching me out. nobody makes me cum like you do, daddy. i was made to take your cock. my pussy was made for you, dad."
that did it. he groaned and thrust himself inside his little girl as he came to the sight of his daughter for the second time that day. when he pulled away, he watched his cum leak out of her.
he used the blanket to wipe the excess wetness away, then dumped it into the washing machine. when he came back, she was eating a slice of pizza completely naked.
when your husband is supposed to be the calm, rational one, you don’t expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand, whining into the dark like he’s about to fall apart.
but that’s where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging useless from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough, punishing strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. he’s staring at you the whole time—at the soft curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.
and he’s rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.
the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales like he’s drowning, shuddering so hard the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your warm, musky scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesn’t sound human.
“fuck, baby—” it rips out of him, pitched way too high. “smell so good... oh fuck, i can’t—can’t stop.”
his cock is obscene. flushed dark, fat veins raised under the skin, the head so slick it shines even in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him, messy, frothing and too loud. schlick, schlick, schlick.
he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. “god, i'd eat you out for days if i just—mnghm!—if i just had the chance.”
his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods in obscene drops.
disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because he’s too scared to touch his pregnant wife.
but satoru can’t stop. he’s babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. “want it so bad—fuck, want to fuck you on my knees, i’d worship you, i’d never stop—”
he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is actually humiliating— a high, euphoric whine. his thighs shake.
then, he breaks.
cum spurts out in heavy ropes, hot and endless, painting his stomach, his abs, his fist, the floor. lewd, thick jets that won’t stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock twitching uncontrollably, as if even his own body doesn’t know when enough is fucking enough.
“ah—mnhg—fuck, t-too much, i can’t...” his voice cracks, strangled, but his fist won’t let go. more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.
when it’s finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, he’s still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still twitches against his stomach, still half-hard like it doesn’t know how to stop.
and you’re still asleep. lashes fluttering, lips parted, beautiful and soft while he stands there wrecked.
-`♡´- Riding Choso silly in his dorm... ! :: 18+ :: fem!reader ::
Your boyfriend Choso is sprawled on his narrow dorm bed, sheets already twisted beneath his back, sweat glistening on his pale skin. The room is dim, only the desk lamp casting a soft glow over his messy hair and those dark amber eyes that keep fluttering half-shut every time you shift. His roommate’s out for the night, but the thin walls mean voices carry, and Choso knows it. He’s biting his lip so hard it’s turning white, trying so damn hard to stay quiet like a good boy.
You’re straddling him, thighs spread wide over his hips, your slick cunt already stretched around the thick head of his cock. He’s so hard it aches, fat and heavy, pulsing inside you as you sink down another inch. A broken little whimper slips from his throat before he can swallow it.
“Shh,” you whisper, voice low and sweet and so fucking mean. You roll your hips slow, letting him feel every ridge as you take him deeper. “Be quiet, baby. Your friends are right next door. You don’t want them to hear how loud you get when I fuck you, do you?”
Choso’s hands fly to your waist, fingers digging in like he’s drowning. “F-fuck… I’m trying,” he gasps, voice cracking. His cock twitches hard inside you, leaking more precum into your dripping heat. “You feel too good… can’t… ah—”
You cut him off by lifting yourself up until just the tip is kissing your entrance, then dropping back down in one smooth glide. The wet sound of your pussy swallowing him is obscene in the quiet room. Choso’s head snaps back against the pillow, a strangled moan tearing out of him before he slaps a hand over his own mouth.
“See?” you tease, grinding down deep, clit rubbing against his pelvis. You lean forward just enough to let your tits brush his chest, nipples hard and dragging over his skin. “That’s what happens when you’re loud. They’ll know exactly what a needy little slut you are for your girlfriend’s cunt.”
He whines behind his palm, hips jerking up involuntarily. “Please… don’t stop,” he mumbles, words muffled. His eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed dark. “I need it… need you riding me harder.”
You smile, all sugar and cruelty, and start bouncing properly now. Up and down, slow at first, then faster, the slap of skin on skin growing louder no matter how much he tries to hold back. Every time you sink down, his fat cock splits you open so perfectly, dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl. Choso’s breathing is ragged, little punched-out sounds escaping with every thrust.
“Quiet,” you remind him again, voice dripping honey as you clench around him on purpose. “Or I’ll have to stop and leave you like this, all hard and dripping and desperate.”
“No—no, please,” he begs, voice breaking into a whimper. His fingers bruise your hips, trying to pull you down harder. “I’ll be good, I swear… just don’t stop fucking me.”
You ride him like that for a while, mean little laughs slipping out when he fails miserably at staying silent. His moans keep spilling out, deep and wrecked, turning into these pretty, desperate noises that make your pussy flutter around him. Then, just when he’s starting to lose it, you lift off completely. His cock slaps wetly against his stomach, shiny with your juices, throbbing angrily in the cool air.
Choso lets out a devastated sound, eyes flying open. “Wait—baby, what are you—”
You swing your leg over and turn around, settling into reverse cowgirl. The view is perfect for him now. You reach back, spread your ass a little with one hand, and let him watch as you line his fat cock up with your dripping hole. Slowly, so slowly, you sink down, letting every inch disappear inside you while he stares.
“Oh my god,” Choso groans, long and filthy. His hands immediately grab your hips again, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the small of your back. “Look at that… your pretty cunt taking me so deep. Fuck, I can see everything.”
You lean forward, arching your back like a lazy kitten, ass up and chest pressed to his thighs. The new angle has his cock hitting even deeper, bullying right against your cervix with every tiny shift. “Then fuck me, Choso,” you purr, voice teasing. “Show me how bad you want it. Make me feel it.”
He snaps.
His grip tightens and he starts thrusting up into you, hard and fast, the bed creaking under the force. The wet slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room now, no holding back. Every stroke is deep, punishing, his balls smacking against your clit. You can feel him losing control completely, hips stuttering, cock swelling even thicker inside you.
“Shit—shit, you’re so tight,” he pants, voice raw. “Taking my cock like such a good girl… fuck, I’m gonna—ah—gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”
You moan softly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, letting him fuck up into you like an animal. “Then cum, baby. Fill me up. But don’t you dare get loud. Your friends might hear what a mess you make when you’re buried in my pussy.”
Choso’s rhythm falters, a broken cry ripping from his throat despite your warning. “Can’t… can’t help it,” he sobs, pounding harder. “You’re too much… too wet, too perfect… fuck, I love you, I love your cunt so much—”
He’s gone now, hips snapping up wildly, chasing that edge. You clench around him on purpose, milking him, and that’s all it takes. Choso buries himself to the hilt with one last desperate thrust, his cock pulsing as he spills hot and thick inside you. Rope after rope, flooding your pussy while he whimpers and moans your name like a prayer, trying and failing so miserably to stay quiet.
You ride out the last of his orgasm, grinding back slow, feeling him twitch and leak inside you. When he finally collapses back against the sheets, chest heaving, you glance over your shoulder with a wicked little smile.
“See what happens when you can’t behave?” you murmur, voice soft and teasing. “Next time I might have to gag you… or maybe I’ll just let your friends listen to how pretty you sound when you fall apart for me.”
Choso just whines, pulling you down against him, still buried deep, already half-hard, like the needy boy he is, pressing soft loving kisses along your neck getting oh so desperate for you all over again.
synopsis: Sukuna, as Enma Daiō—the king of hell and the judge of the deceased—who judges a cute ghost.
wc: 2.8k
warnings: smut 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, use of pet names (doll, baby, sweetheart), reader is dead (mention of car accident), Sukuna's lovesick
a/n: inspired by Hozuki's Coolheadedness yayyy
“Next,” Sukuna lazily shouted, boredly watching the old excuse of a motherfucker being taken off for the rest of the judging process. The king of hell snickered to himself as he remembered the guy’s face pale when he sentenced the douchebag to be burned for eternity.
The majority of the dead that came over to his palace to be judged by him were elderly people, so imagine his surprise when the demon staffs brought in a cute girl, with pretty doe eyes and pouty lips, who even made the ugly white robe the dead have to wear look like a tantalisingly pretty night gown.
Sukuna’s pupils dilated black, his head swimming with dizziness as he stared at you, practically drooling as you cowered beneath his intense, crimson eyes. The sweat on his temple slowly glided down his sharp jaw, the weirdly humid yet also dry, hot environment of hell definitely the only reason why his body was feeling too hot in the skin.
“Um… hello?” your soft, delicate and pretty voice rang out across the hall timidly, not knowing whether the silence and his staring was a good thing.
Fuck, you sound so sweet, and looked so fucking adorable.
Blinking slowly, he straightened up slightly and gave you a lazy, cocky, and self-assured smirk. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?”
The smirk widened at the sight of your pretty blush, your flighty eyes lowered to the stone floor as you murmured gently, “I had a car accident…”
Sukuna hummed, brows furrowed in sympathy.
“Bad luck, huh?” he said, his voice a deep rumbling in his chest, fond and affectionate as he watched you squirm.
“Yeah… that sounds about right,” you agreed with a soft cute sigh, eyes heartwrenchingly dejected.
“My lord, shall we move on to her judge?” Uraume cleared their throat and looked down at the scroll of all of your records.
This time, Sukuna fully straightened up with a nod, receiving the scroll with one of his four, meaty hands, noticing your eyes on them with a silent smirk.
Uraume started to list off very minor crimes you have done in your life, which all made Sukuna chuckle amusedly as he caught onto your embarrassed blush on your face. In the end, he judged you to go to heaven, chest warming as he saw your face relax and you sighed softly.
“Thank you,” you said sweetly, bowing to him. So polite.
“Mm, of course,” Sukuna grinned. “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”
You were taken away by some of the guards, and his smirk widened, pupils dilating as he saw you glance back at him, smiling shyly. Once you were gone and the next dead person was just about to enter, Sukuna straightened up.
“Uraume,” he said, voice booming as a grin curled on his lips. “Can you—”
“I fail to understand how that’s appropriate, my lord,” they replied with a sigh, rubbing their temple in their usual stress.
Sukuna raised a brow at them before scoffing. “Don’t argue with me. Get that girl out of the judging process.”
“Oh lord.”
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You’re sprawled across the enormous, mahogany table, your white robe stripped away to reveal your skin, glistening with the humidity.
Sukuna softly cursed at how soft and small you looked underneath him, so delectable as he dove to the crook of your neck to lap at the small bead of sweat collected at your collarbone. His deep hum vibrated against your body, and a smile spread across his lips against your skin once he felt you shiver.
“Come on, doll. Let me make you feel good.”
Your doe eyes stared up at him as you nodded coyly from under your lashes, breathlessly replying, begging, “Yes please.”
“Good girl,” he cooed. Laying his large palm flat underneath your thigh, he lifted your leg to press them by your sides. Without any hesitation, he dove in between your legs, down to your pussy, his adam’s apple bopping as he slurped, swallowed and gulped down on your sweet juices.
“Hahh, ngh—”
“Fuck, ‘m so thirty. You taste so good doll,” he groaned, pushing his nose against your clit, lapping at your juices desperately with insistent licks like a mutt. He let out a pathetic moan as your hands flew to his head, gripping at the pink strands of his hair to move it up and down, up and down to ride him better. “Hahh—”
His hot breath panted against your glistening folds, giving attention to your clit by slurping it, suckling at the adorable nub and flicking his tongue against it. Your moans got louder, sweeter, making his head incredibly dizzy and he couldn’t resist from pushing his thick knuckled finger into your puckering hole.
“Aghh, Sukuna—!” you gasped, eyes bulging out as you tried to squirm your thighs away, trying to wrap them around his head, only to feel his calloused hands insistently pushing harder against your chest, folding you easily.
“Yes, doll?” he snickered, pulling himself away from your pussy monetarily to look down at you, his chin slobbered with your slick—even the roots of his hair were damp, sticking to his forehead and temple. He mercilessly pumped his single finger inside your pussy, stretching your tight hole that tried to clamp down on him adorably.
“Please…” you begged, babbling his name darlingly as your thighs started to quake from how he started to flick and massage his finger tip against your wall.
“Please what?” he taunted. He pressed himself against you, his thickkkkk belly tongue lolling out to lap at your clit and your pussy around his finger to slobber with his spit. “Love your manners, sweetheart, but you gotta tell me what you want properly.”
“I—” You let out a surprised scream as he inserted a second finger inside your cute hole, pumping faster-faster-faster to slap his knuckles rudely against your swelling folds.
“Can’t, heh, hear you from all of the sound your pussy’s making,” he grinned. “So wet, sucking me in, so fucking greedy. Can you hear her begging my fingers to stay?”
Splat, splat, splat—
“At this point, I should just throw you to hell since your pussy’s so greedy and wants the king of hell to keep fucking her,” he laughed crudely, pussydrunk just from eating you out and fingering you, the sensation of your walls around his skin enough to have him reeling. “Or maybe to Samghata Hell, since you’re such a filthy slut…”
He added a third finger, swirling his thick digits inside your pussy.
“Gonna cum, cum-cumming!!”
“Mm, go ahead, doll,” he purred, cackling as he slammed his fingers roughly. Stars burst out behind your eyes as the tight coil of your belly finally being released, and you convulsed around his fingers, coming hard. Sukuna fucked you through it, helping you chase your climax, watching you with heart eyes as he saw your face contort in pleasure.
One of his other hands found your clit again to rub them generously, making you whine pathetically from the overstimulation. Pulling his fingers out of your pussy, he brought them to his pink lips to roughly suck on your juices collected at the crevices of his skin. His eyes rolled back, a deep hum rumbling from inside his chest as he tasted you. Noticing your hazy eyes staring up at him, he smirked and made a show of lapping at his fingertips—filthy.
Pushing his spit covered fingers into your small mouth, his pupils dilated black as he watched you suckle on them, hollowing out your cheeks.
“Actually, nevermind,” he murmured, rudely taking his hand away from your mouth to roughly kiss your lips instead. A soft, delighted sigh whisked out of you as you kissed him back, suckling on his tongue, making his lips tugged into a satisfied smirk.
Tugging your lower lip with his teeth, Sukuna’s four, heavily lidded eyes watched your glassy look on your face, feeling your breathless pants against his lips as his thick belly tongue started to pump in and out, in and out inside your pussy. “T-Too much, ‘kuna, hahh…”
“Yeah? Well, I changed my mind,” he murmured fondly. “Should just hire you to sit prettily on the Mountain of Needles. Have those dead losers try to have their hands on you, have them hurt themselves as they desperately try to climb up those needles… Then”—At the same, Sukuna pushed his fingers back inside your hole, this time adding another fourth finger to fist out your tight little pussy, the schlick-schlick sound of your wet pussy echoing across the hall—“I’ll fuck you on top of the mountain, have those motherfuckers watch you take my cock like a good girl, stretching your pussy out for my fat cock like the slut you are. You like that?”
“Yes yes yes!” you whined, tossing your head back, clenching your walls around his fingers tantalisingly.
Fuuuck.
“So cute, doll. So sweet for me,” he purred, leaning in to kiss your jaw. His nose nuzzled against your neck, and the scent of your sweat and aroma hit his nostrils like a damn truck. His cock twitched and convulsed, feeling too tight in his pants.
“Fuck me baby,” he groaned, toppling his weight on top of you. His lips peppered the shell of your ear with soft kisses. “You ready for me to fuck you properly?”
“Mmm, fuck—! Yes please, please…” Your blabbers went on, slurred at the end of your vowels. “Want you so bad, please!!!”
“So fucking well-mannered. Such a cute little pup,” he cooed, licking your cheek with a slowwww glide of his tongue against your adorable fat. Sukuna giggles when he hears you laugh softly at the dog lick.
Slowly, he allowed himself to lift his weight off of you, heading down to kiss your neck, collarbone, then your tits, suckling your nipple while his other hand grips your other tit. Finally, he took his lips off of your skin and stood up to his full height.
You watched him through your hooded eyes in anticipation, the tip of your mouth collecting drool as he hooked his thumbs on his waistband, all the while two of his lower arms held your thighs open. As Sukuna tugged his pants down, your eyes widened as a pair of fat cocks sprung out and you reflexively tried to clamp your thighs shut, only to be met with his strong hands forcing your legs to open up more.
He smirked down at you cockily as you tried to squirm away from his grip. “What’s the matter, doll? Thought you’ll let me take care of you.”
“B-But… you have two?” you pouted, tears forming in your eyes, especially when Sukuna gave you a lazy shrug. “It won’t fit…”
“Shhh, it will,” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss just below your eye to wipe the tear away before grinning down at you. “Don’t gotta worry your pretty little head about it.”
Sukuna bit his lower lip as he tapped-tapped-tapped his cock against your clit, swivering the tip against your nub, mesmerised by how his precum and your juices mixed together, seeing how your pussy drooled and trailed down to the sleek surface of the table. Two of his hands stroked his thick shaft, and he snickered as he saw you eye the veins on his arms.
Swiping his thumb on his slit, Sukuna shoved the finger into your drooling mouth, chuckling as you smiled around him to suck his pre.
“Heh, gotta have you suck my dick off under this desk,” he groaned. “Make the judging hours good for me…”
You hummed around his thumb, nodding eagerly.
“Next time,” he chuckled. Holding his lower dick, he teasingly glided it up and down your pussy lips, from down to your hole to up to your cute clit. Sukuna gripped your thighs tightly, bracing himself before he slowly sunk into your tight hole. “…Fuck.”
His tip smooched your opening before squeezing into your pussy, your gooey walls clamping and squeezing him tightly, making his eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth to part, panting.
“Ah— shit…” He pushed into your hole a little more, making you mewl and hands flying onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tough skin. A laugh rumbled out of him, crazed and hazy, as he started to rock his hips slowly. Every thrust pushed deeper into you, his thick veins massaging every nerve lovingly and his tip teasingly approaching closer to your cervix. His other two hands found your hip, his thumbs caressing your skin and fingers digging into your plush ass to pull you in, bottoming out.
A scream tore from you, the voice echoing and bouncing across the large hall, followed by the squelch-squelch of his balls slapping at the wetness of your skin.
“Ah, fuck-fuck-fugck—” Sukuna roughly slammed his hips against yours, growling with a boisterous laugh, watching your eyes roll back to your skull. “Feel good, yeah? You, agh, feel so good, doll. So, so good—”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you desperately pulled him closer, lips flushedly brushing against his chapped ones, panting against him, “Feels good, feels good, Sukuna. Don’t stop—!”
Bringing a hand down to your pussy, he stacked his other dick on top of your folds, pressing his girth on your clit. Your lips parted into a soft ‘oh’ as you felt his thick cock rub against your clit every time he thrusted his hips against your. Your nails raked down his back as you held onto him tightly, whining and moaning as you felt his weight crush on top of you from the mean mating press.
Sukuna tossed his head back, slapping his heavy balls against your ass as he roughly thrusted. Hooking your knees on his arms, he hugged you tightly, folding you impossibly tighter than it was possible before nuzzling his nose against your neck.
“Never fucked a pretty little dead ghost before, but… shitt, feels so good,” he rambled on, so so pussydrunk. “You’ll be my pretty girl, won’t you? Warm my bed for the night, we can bathe together in the night before we go to sleep. We’ll fuck every morning, lunch and night— heh, wonder if I can even knock you up…”
Sukuna felt your walls clench around his cock at that, making his cheeks flush bright pink, head dizzy and so fucking hazy. “You’ll like that, won’t you?”
You had the audacity to look shy at that after everything, cheeks prettily mirroring his blossoming hue, eyes darted away as you nodded bashfully. Sukuna felt his heart throb and race and without a thought, he pulled you against his chest and hauled you up. Kissing your cute yelp away with full on tongue and teeths, he had two of his hands cradle your face reverently then the other two to spread your legs more, holding you as he stood to his full height.
Now you truly couldn’t escape from the pleasure, because his fat tip was punishingly smacking your cervix, then that special spot that made your eyes roll and only see white, desperately gasping for air.
Sukuna found it too adorable how you held onto him tightly, whining against his ear like an adorable little pup as he had you bounce on his chubby cock while his second one continued to rub against your clit roughly. You keened cried out when his belly tongue lolled out to lovingly lap at your clit around his cock as well.
“Hahh, I’m close, ‘kuna.”
“Then cum, sweetheart,” he moaned, picking up speed. “Cum on my cock.”
With a cry, you came undone, your body and pussy spasming around his cock. He settled you back on the cool mahogany table, weight crushing on top of you as he panted and kept pistoning into your pussy, chasing his high.
“Shit, shit, shit!"
With a loud grunt, he gave a final thrust, heaving in effort as he came inside, painting your walls in white.
"That was good,” he breathed heavily, peppering your jaw with kisses. He watched you with amusement lighting up in his eyes, seeing your eyes glazed over, staring up at the ceiling blankly, chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm, blissed out. “You good?”
You blinked then nodded absentmindedly.
Chuckling, he scooped you up to hold you against him as he sat back onto his large chair, running his large palm across your back.
He silently promised to himself that he would never have you escape him into heaven. No, you’re going to stay with him, true to his words for the rest of eternity. A cute little dead ghost warming his bed.
Synopsis. 8010—DOKI-DOKI-GF: Are you a complete n’ utter nerd that just can’t seem to find a girlfriend? Have you lied to your family and told them that you’re seeing someone (when you really aren’t)? Do you need to save face at the next family dinner before your uncle makes fun of you until the end of time? Well, call our hotline NOW to access Tokyo’s #1 rent-a-girlfriend service!
Choso Kamo, unfortunately, is all of the above.
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!rentaI girIfriend!reader, nerd!Choso Itadori family shenanigans, meeting the family, fake dating, UncIe Kuna is MEAN, they’re onto you…, getting kicked out of restaurants, Iove hotels, vírgin!Choso, first times (his), PÚSSYDRÚNK CHOSO, making him crawI, oraI (f + m), fíngering, spítting, bíting, p taIking, scientific taIk HAHA, commands (from you), créaming his pants, making him cúm earIy, multiple o’s (him), MAJOR overstím, pánty-sníffing, ríding, making him whímper, making him cry, somewhat gágging (him), teaching him, creampíes, sIight cùmfIation, implied marathon, getting together, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 12.0k
A/N. HEHEHEH-
“—I’m so happy you’ve found your person, Cho…” Itadori Jin coos- tearing up.
“P-papa, people are staring.” Choso huffs, spooning the syrupy-sweet cherries on his sundae over to Yuji’s.
“I know, I know.” Jin bats a hand, not-so-discreetly dabbing underneath his eyes using his sweater. “It’s just- your uncle and I were getting so worried, y’know?” He gestures at his younger twin brother next to him—looking comically buff in that pretty pink ice cream parlor seat. Jin had chosen this place. “And although we didn’t lose hope-”
“Who’s we?” Sukuna snorts.
“I uh…well.” Jin adjusts his glasses and looks over at Itadori Wasuke - currently scooping out his own cherries to flick into the neighboring table’s cups when they weren’t looking. “Father and I didn’t lose-”
“I did.” Wasuke looks squarely at his oldest grandson, “No offense, kid- but I bet ¥400 that you’d die alone.”
Sukuna nods seriously, “I bet ¥20,000.”
To which you’re finally…reaching over to intertwine your fingers with Choso’s.
…Choso drops his cherries.
And you’re letting out such a sweet, sweet giggle - even sweeter than the linger of cherries on his tongue - before you duck underneath the table to help him pick them up.
Choso was already on his knees crawling after those damn cherries- and all it takes is a single glance at your face oh-so-close to his, in such short proximity, for him to jolt—and bang his head against the underside of the table. So hard that the glasses clink against one another, and Wasuke groans as he misses in his valiant cherry canons.
So loud that half the parlor stares at your little table.
“Oh no.” You’re reaching out in concern as Choso rubs his achin’ head. “Honey, are you-”
“I-I’m fine—!” Choso turns his face away - and the only things you could make out were the frames of his chunky glasses…and the burning red on the tips of his ears. Blushing. Though you’re not convinced, and once you get a little closer- he’s waving you off more fervently than ever. “I promise, I promise! I can handle it…babe.”
You quirk a brow - “If you say so, sugarplum.”
He almost jolts once more- too much…?
However, before you’re thrusting yourself once more into the stratosphere of emotional fathers (at least, one of them) and glowering uncles, you inch yourself closer to the nerve-wracked man - as quick as a flash. And then you’re pressing your lips to his right cheek—just a graze, just a peck.
But it’s enough for Choso to yelp-
And bang his head against the table once again.
“Easy there, tiger.” You’re giggling at him, “I need you in one piece.”
“N-need me…” Choso whispers to himself- perhaps thinking that you won’t hear.
And it’s a small mercy that you’re handing to him - pretending that you didn’t hear that. Instead, you’re throwing yourself back into your seat, and presenting your most-practiced smile at Choso’s eavesdropping family members.
In little-to-no time, Choso’s popping back up and plopping all those floor cherries into Sukuna’s black coffee. The older man swears.
Jin covers the seven-year-old Yuji’s ears.
And then your boyfriend’s excusing himself hastily to the bathroom. Leaving you alone with them.
Unsure how to proceed, there’s a few minutes of silence before you’re speaking first. “Quite the lovely place, isn’t it?”
“Yes- yes.” Jin snaps out of his little reverie—he’d been watching over your interaction with such unabashed pride. Such loving nosiness. Out of all the fathers of clients that you’d happened to meet, you think he might just be your favorite…He beams. “I’m so glad you like it, dear. I mean- the first girl that Cho’s introducing us to-”
“The only one.” Sukuna coughs.
“-I just knew I had to impress. I picked this one specifically because it advertised itself as a place that’s both family-friendly and open to coup-”
“So you met the wimp…how again?” Sukuna interrupts. And he ignores the look that Jin throws at him.
“Six months ago at university.” Choso’s finally finished up at the bathroom, within earshot of the table. He takes his seat right next to you.
“I hope you washed your hands.” You whisper to him.
“Of course, I did.”
The two of you had already repeated this tried and true story at the very start of your introductions. And it was clear that Sukuna was fishing for something…more.
You make a show of reaching for Choso’s hand on top of the table—intertwining your fingers with his. They were fingers much longer and thicker than yours- that you might not have expected. The most sensual calluses from what you assume to be turning pages of books. The softest touch nevertheless.
You squeeze his hand and shoot him a simpering smile.
Itadori Jin just about faints.
Sukuna scoffs at his overdramatic older brother, “S’that so…?” He then crosses his tattooed arms, “You don’t seem like the type to like ah- biology and hemorrhages.”
“It’s biology and hematology, uncle Ryo.” Choso answers crossly, “And no- we met in the campus library.”
Then you’re the one to pipe up. “Cho here- oh, sorry, Choso-”
“Call him whatever you like—!” Jin cries.
As his brother attempts to wrangle him back into his seat, you smile appreciatively and continue. “Cho here was the one that helped me find a textbook I’d been searching for for weeks.” Just to add a little flare to it, you’re squeezing his hand once more and staring deeply into his big, beautiful brown eyes when you speak. “He knew even better than the librarian! And he was just so nervous- stuttering and- and did I tell you that he almost tripped over himself handing me that book?”
Jin, so very interested in your story, shakes his head aggressively.
Meanwhile Sukuna merely rolls his eyes- though you note that he and Wasuke don’t interrupt you for a second.
“Yeah…that was when I knew.” You conclude. Patting lovingly at his arm, “And of course, it did take a few weeks of being friends for Cho here to finally build up the courage. But he did manage to ask me out in the end—”
Sukuna raises one mean, coral-pink brow.
And you’re elbowing your boyfriend.
“-didn’t you, honey?”
It was rather difficult to convince your boyfriend’s family of the story of you two meeting- especially when your boyfriend himself looked as though this was his first time hearing it…Choso kept an expression of sweet euphoria—something soft. Like he was watching a romantic movie play out.
One that was starring in- and you needed him to say something…
“Huh? Yes?” Choso blinks- sense coming back to him. “O-oh, yes.”
And then he straightens up.
Possessively placing his hand on top of yours, “I saw her and I just…knew she had to be mine-”
“See now, that where yer lying.” Sukuna leans over the table with a devilish smile- pointedly ignoring his brother’s swatting. “There’s no world in which Kamo Ultimate Loser Choso—had his first kiss with a biology textbook, asked out the high school lab skeleton before any real person - would be the one asking you out.”
You’re stiffening as he points at you.
“Are you just someone he’s paying to lie? Because whatever he’s paying, it surely can’t be enough-”
You’re plastering on your smile, “If by ‘pay’ you mean love and cherish me then-”
“Then I know my nephew would no sooner woo a damn lab rat than a real person.” Sukuna scoffs, crossing his arms and falling back into his seat. “Especially one so pretty.”
Jin looked tense- and he’d forgone swatting at Sukuna underneath the table to now openly pinching his bicep. Still, the pain seems to do nothing to bate his suspicion.
“More sundaes, everyone? More sundaes?” Jin asks in a strangely high tone.
The only ones unaffected at the table was Yuji currently plucking at his sundae cherries, and Wasuke who stared at them with the internal debate as to whether or not he should fling those at the neighboring table, too. You almost wanted him to—anything to distract from the terseness that had suddenly taken over.
And to your surprise - it’s Choso who’s the first one to speak. “Why, uncle Ryo…” Those doe-like eyes of his narrow into an expression you’ve never seen made by the sweet, sweet boy thus far. “-jealous?”
Sukuna startles- “The hell did you s-”
“Dagnabbit I almost had it this time-” Wasuke gives up on considering and swipes one of Yuji’s overabundance of cherries to throw into their neighboring tables glass. It’s a hole in one.
“Grandma, do that again—!” Yuji squeals and claps his hands.
“Huh, where? I’m grandpa-”
“Everybody silence!” Jin’s voice raises above than the rest - and into every corner of the ice cream parlor. Echoing. He hadn’t realized it in the heat of the moment, but he found himself standing as he stopped the chaos—and rushed to sit down after some apologetic bows at the wider population being subjected to the catastrophe that was…their family.
And his next apology is directed at you. “My dear, I cannot tell you how sorry I am-” Now instead of pinching Sukuna, he outright gives the man a brotherly smack upside the head. Unafraid of doing so; Jin makes it hard enough that even Ryomen Sukuna winces. Now you understand how he kept his title shining as older brother…“-that I am related to a bunch of buffoons, and Yuji.”
“Yuji has been quite the distinguished gentleman.” You’re nodding at Yuji and his ice-cream-covered grin. “But it’s alright, Mr. Itadori. Honestly- promise I wasn’t offended by anything said.”
Your hands have seemed to find a permanent home in Choso’s - at least for the time being - and you squeeze his.
“I understand that you’re just ah- cautious as the first girl to meet you like this but…I get it. Really.” Jin’s expression just seems to melt as you keep speaking. “Cho really is someone special to me. And I want to protect him, too.”
Next to you, you hear Choso suck in a shaky breath.
“Really? And you truly promise that it hasn’t been too much?” He probes with shining eyes. “Ryo here can get a little too mouthy-”
“Hey!” Sukuna starts—then immediately winces as Jin’s fingers twitch towards him again.
“Please do forgive him- it’s in his nature.”
“Absolutely promise. And I don’t hold anything against Mr. Sukuna, either.” You knew to hit juuuust where it mattered - and referring to Sukuna using such a title made the man straighten in his chair a little. “Choso did warn me that his family might be a little…excited. But to be honest with you, I always have had a soft spot for big, loud families.”
“Well…” Jin blushes happily, before reaching across the table and shaking your hand. “You may call me Jin, if you’d like. And I’d like to welcome you into our big, loud family.”
“I’m so honored- thank you.”
“The honor is all ours.”
“Oh no, it’s ours.”
Sukuna glances at Choso and scoffs. Underneath his breath, “That’s as long as that wimp has paid for-”
The table rattles as Jin kicks him underneath it. “The honor is all ours. Isn’t it…younger brother?”
“Ye-yes—” Sukuna wheezes. His large hand comes slamming down- merely something to hold onto his dear life for. “Welcome to the family, girl.”
You beam like it’s the happiest day of your life.
Head rested on Choso’s shoulder, and your head nodding at the flow of conversation. “This is cooler than the Turritopsis dohrnii.” He breathes.
Save for the brief hiccup earlier- you’d consider your first meeting with Choso’s family to have gone swimmingly. And sure, perhaps Sukuna held the faintest inkling of suspicion that what the two of you had was a ruse—but he’d been shot down almost immediately by Jin.
And thank goodness for that.
“Let’s celebrate by getting the double double heart-shaped cones- oh, I wonder how they get them into that shape?” Jin hums. “And then I want chocolate chips, dipped in the bubblegum drizzle and- oh, hello.”
He beams as their server nears the table.
“I would like-”
“Sir, we’ve been getting complaints of cherries being flung into people’s glasses and we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”
“Oh.”
Because of course…Ryomen Sukuna had been completely correct.
As the group gets up to leave - perhaps to another diner downtown or so - you’re refusing to let Jin apologize. And you’re still holding onto Choso as though he was the dreamiest boyfriend in the whole wide world, and you were the luckiest girlfriend—as dreamy as he may be…you weren’t the girlfriend he’d been dating for the past five months.
In fact, you weren’t his girlfriend at all.
In fact, you’d only met two hours prior.
You were #1 Rental Girlfriend in all of Tokyo. And this time, you’d been hired to save face at a family get-together.
Of course, it wasn’t the first time that you’ve had to pretend your way through such a predicament - more people than one would think had less and less time for love. Especially not in this day and age. Especially not when work and responsibilities latched onto you like a starving tick, and though its blood supply might be modest at first, it only grows hungrier and hungrier—greedier, until you’re bone-dry. Bone-dry. Bone-dry. And it still feeds- what’s next? The bones and all?
And society still looks at you with the same standards—yes, the parasite’s gotten bigger, but why are you so frail?
And before you know it, you’re hiring a rental girlfriend to prove to your parents that yes- you can still be a functional and well-balanced adult still!
This was exactly why you continued being a rental girlfriend.
It’d started out as a side-job during your first year of university—your friends were all getting partners or throwing themselves into their studies. And you needed something fulfilling to pass the time.
Then, your best friend suggested getting a part-time job.
You’re sure she didn’t mean as a rental girlfriend.
But you couldn’t help it - it’d been the first advertisement for Hiring that’d popped up once you’d searched online!
And it was meant to be for a few weeks initially- really, you hadn’t planned on continuing this career for so long. Let alone making it a sort of career.
That morning, you’d opened up your approved application for Doki-Doki-Girlfriend and determinedly made your way to the interview section - promising yourself that you’d run at the first sign of anything off. The interview was being held at the Doki-Doki headquarters: this pretty pink-colored building in downtown Akihabara that had formerly been a host club. It’d been dimly-lit and draped in old perfume and even older sex.
Though you’d been nervous the first time you entered, you’d been quickly taken by the Doki-Doki owner—Tsukumo Yuki.
The first thing she asked you was what your type in men was.
And when you’d answered - through your shock - that it was the shy, stuttering type- she laughed that that was about 95% of their clientele. So you’d be lucky, perhaps.
Yuki, as she insisted you call her, explained to you the ins and outs of being a rental girlfriend. To smile. To simper. To be sweet but not overly so.
To never let them pressure you into anything. They weren’t the type of rental business that offered other sorts of services.
What people were searching for above all was a connection- for at least this brief moment in time. And the both of you would understand this transaction: it was the fantasy of a human bond that you were selling, and they were buying. It was your time. It was your emotional investment.
But later…you would come to genuinely connect with most of those you worked with.
After that interview—which you passed with flying colors, you spoke with some of the other girls working there and decided to continue with the job opportunity. Much to Yuki’s delight, who’d taken a liking to you almost immediately. After that was the training period - during which you accompanied some of the other rental girlfriends on their dates.
You were introduced to some as their friend—and as many guys as expected were actually flattered to be seen with two ‘girlfriends’ in public.
You took notes on conversation topics. You watched their behaviours.
You understood how they’d change their approaches according to the needs of their clients, and you absorbed it all.
After a few weeks of observation, you were finally added to the roster of rental girlfriends to go on your own dates.
You just didn’t expect to shoot to the top of the ranks.
#1 in Tokyo.
Perhaps one of the Top 5 in the entire country—only three years after starting, in your fourth year of university.
The clients adored you.
They draped you in gifts. They went on repeat dates - spending extra just for a minute of your time, though you often refused the additional amounts. Of course, there would be no funny business (and this was something you made quite clear within the first few minutes of meeting a new client). And excluding one or two unsavory clients that were quickly blacklisted from Doki Doki, you’d grown rather fond of your regulars.
There was the older woman who’d practice speaking to women through you- for when she planned on getting her first girlfriend. There was the excitable college student who tested out date spots with you. There was the pensioner who wished to take a monthly stroll through the park, simply talking about their day.
It was the feeling of belonging amongst strangers. Connecting with people you never could have imagined finding common ground with before.
And you believe, through this line of work, you began to understand humans better.
Humans were all just…really, really lonely.
Choso had been the same when he came to you.
It had been a working day like any other - you’d been called to the front desk of Doki Doki in order to be given a briefing of your next date. It was all standard processes, really.
Name: Kamo Choso
Age: 23
Occupation: Student
Prior appointments: None.
Prior love life: None.
Purpose: Client seeks a rental girlfriend to sit through a family dinner with his family, pretending to be his girlfriend. Prior backstory required to be able to maintain the conversation and create the illusion of a loving relationship (5 months). Flirting and mild physical affection.
Extra notes: Client says to please be wary of his extra ‘rowdy’ family.
And so, you’d accepted.
You met up with the aforementioned Choso—and found yourself a little taken aback at just how…cute he was.
Nerdy. Nervous.
Pushing his glasses up as he frantically introduced himself - that, too, messing his name up a few times before actually telling you.
Exactly your type. Yuki had been right.
He was your age, and went to - it turns out - the same university as you. Though the two of you hadn’t seen each other before, Choso confessed that that might be because he was cooped up in the library most of the time.
He bowed at least a dozen times through apologies for the trouble- even though you assured him that meeting a family wasn’t anything out of your way. And then he insisted on paying extra, on coming up with a code should you want to leave, on—you shook your head and grabbed his hand. “So, how did we meet, boyfriend?”
You always did enjoy the ones where big families were involved - sure, they might be more awkward in the long run…but those types of dates always did manage to make you feel so warm inside. Big families. Big emotions.
And the biggest, perhaps, of all had been meeting the Itadori family.
They’d been unlike any other family you’ve ever met.
And that was saying a lot.
Thus, you’re letting out a prolonged sigh the moment you’re stepping outside—it was some downtown diner that the six of you had ended up at after your less-than-ceremonious exit at the ice cream parlor. Sukuna had been craving something hearty after living through that introduction on just sweets and coffee - and Jin had suggested one of their favorite ramen places.
It was only after you’d sat down with them at one of the booths - the one they called their ‘usual’ - that Jin had revealed that when they referred to it as ‘their’ ramen place—they really meant the their.
In everything but ownership.
This was the first restaurant they’d gone to celebrate Choso’s first birthday, this was the first restaurant they’d gone to after Jin’s mother had passed, this was the first restaurant they’d gone to after Yuji was born and Jin was granted full custody.
And you couldn’t help but feel a strange sinking feeling at the pit of your stomach. What was that you said about family-oriented dates being the most awkward in the long term?
At least the ramen had been the best you’d ever tasted- and the conversation flowed freely. Even Sukuna seemed to forgo his initial suspicion to make some conversation with you on Akihabara’s best spots.
And in the end, you were walking out of that ramen restaurant with a full stomach and an even more full heart.
Waving to the retreating backs of Jin, Sukuna, Wasuke, and a sleeping Yuji—you’re turning to Choso once they were completely out of sight. “Your family is…”
“Abhorrent?” He pushes his glasses up with a crooked smile. Choso had eased up around you significantly compared to your initial meeting outside the Doki Doki building, stammering through an adequate backstory for your faux-relationship, though he still seemed to be the nerve-wracked type.
“No…” You pretend to think.
“Overbearing?”
“No.”
“Savages?”
“Certainly not.”
“The servers at that ice cream parlor would disagree.” Choso mutters, “How about aneurysm-causing?”
“No.” You’re shaking your head once again, before turning to him with a smile. “They’re loving.”
Choso says nothing, but the tips of his ears burn.
“They care about you a lot- even your uncle was making sure I wasn’t some stranger just taking your money.” Well…
The long-haired man pushes his glasses up with a sputter of confirmation- or at least something that sounds like it. “I-I suppose ah- in their own…ways they’re rather…” Choso swallows a few times, and you’re watching his face as he does so—the Sun was dipping past the horizon now, and cracking its golden yolk over the grooves of his worried face. Handsome. Choso Kamo was just so handsome.
With his lashes dark and draping over his cheekbones. With his lips pouty and bitten whenever he was thinking deeply about something. With his stature so tantalizingly tall—though he didn’t even seem to be aware of it, as he navigated the world like a newly-birthed fawn.
He was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen - glasses and all.
“—caring.” Choso finally finishes his sentence.
You’re letting a smile stretch across your lips- and before you can think twice, you’re clasping Choso’s hand once more. You’d been doing it so often over the course of the date that it almost feels- natural now.
“You know…you paid for five hours of my time, Choso. Do you know how much more time we have left?”
“Two hours, fourteen minutes and—” He grows ever-redder as he stares down at you. Were you…leaning in? Pressing yourself against him? Fuck. “-f-fifteen seconds.”
“Mmmm, I do love a smart boy.” Beginning to tug him in another direction from the path to the Doki Doki building - though you leave enough leeway that he can stop should he want to. Choso follows you like a dog on a leash. “I don’t usually do this, but if you want to spend the rest of your time with me then…I know this ah- other place we can go to?”
“Like you want me to c-call my family back for another family dinner?” Choso asks, eyes bulging.
“Oh no, no.” You laugh. “This place isn’t family friendly at all.”
.
.
.
“A-a love hotel-”
“One room, please. Standard.” Interrupting Choso, you smile at the receptionist.
“Will that be for an allocated time or overnight?”
“Hmm…” You glance sidelong at the gawking Choso next to you- looking around the hotel lobby as though it was some sort of attraction. “Overnight, please.”
As the woman behind the desk continued tap-tap-tapping away at her keyboard, you take a moment to look at Choso - now adjusting his glasses to make sure that he was seeing right. That really was a bowl of condoms sitting on the front desk. As the heat rushes up the back of his neck, you’re wrapping your arms around one of his own—and pressing your body against his. “Everything alright, Cho?”
He’d been like this ever since you started heading him in the direction of the glitzy love establishment. Pink walls. Fluorescent lights. He’d agreed to going…elsewhere to continue your date- but he’d expected your apartment or something! Choso had been stunned but allowed you to lead him in front of the love hotel, and once outside you turned towards him once more. It was the first time you yourself was doing this with who was supposed to be a client. “And you’re really su-”
“Yes.”
And that was that.
The lobby was quiet…too quiet. In a way that made your spine tingle with anticipation.
“That’s a…a real bowl of condoms.” He exclaims- earning a look from the receptionist.
“That is. Is this your way of saying that we don’t need any?” You joke…mostly. Then the key gets slid over to you - Room 143 - and you’re nodding at the receptionist. “Thank you.”
The two of you make your way down the lust-pink corridor and take the elevator up to your room - jamming in the key to open up a space that looked as if a honeymoon threw up all over it. Rose petals on the floor. Faux candles flickerin’ on the beside cabinet. Rows upon rows of even more condoms lined on the middle of the queen-sized bed.
If you looked at it from the right angle, it formed a few hearts.
“I didn’t mean we shouldn’t use them…” Choso’s the first one to speak- and he visibly gulps as you close the door behind you two. “It’s just…I-I’ve never done this before.”
Your eyes widen—you’d been suspecting this ever since you entered. But to have it actually confirmed…“No fooling around before finals or anything? Nothing to de-stress?”
He shakes his head n’ bites his lower lip. “Nothing. I haven’t even had my first kiss, to be honest…” Choso looks up at you with those nervous eyes. “Is that okay?”
“Okay?” You smile. Walking over to twist your hands into his lapels- and tug him to you. “It’s perfect. And since you’ve shared a secret with me, I’m gonna share one with you, okay?”
He nods.
And so you’re leaning in so that your lips are grazing - just grazing - his pretty, blushing ears. “It turned me on more than it should’ve, seeing you on your knees in that parlor.”
Choso gasps-
And then your lips are on his.
Then you’re tucking his cute, shivering bottom lip into your mouth—and sucking softly. Choso lets out the most guttural groan at the act- and his hands tremble in mid-air not knowing what to do.
“Don’t be shy.” You’re cooing at him - reaching up and guiding one of his hands to be on the back of your neck—the other one on your ass. You lean into his surprisingly firm chest, “Although…I find it really cute when you’re shy.”
His involuntary whimper gets swallowed up by your own lips.
You’re the one that’s guiding him through the sensual motions of your mouth. Kissing and kissing him till he’s senseless.
Till those thick glasses of him have been knocked ever-so-slightly askew.
Till you’ve left him weak in the knees - literally.
Choso Kamo is melting into you—he’s letting his hands grasp your body as though a forgetting man holding onto his last memory, a drowning sailor holding onto a lifeboat. It doesn’t even feel real to him. And he can’t stop himself as his hands, his body, his knees buckle n’ he’s sliding doooooown the expanse of your body- lips breaking contact with yours with a pained grunt.
Before he knows it, his knees are hitting the floor.
And he’s peering up at you with a desperate expression; brows pinched, mouth kiss-bitten and trembling. Expression something of dazed awe. It makes your pussy clench at just how utterly pathetic he looks. “Everything alright, baby?”
“Ngh- yes.” You watch as one of his hands automatically shoots to cover his crotch - he was rock-fucking-hard already.
“You suuuuure?” Teasing. There’s a devilish twinkle in your eyes that’s reflected through his as utter indigence.
And without saying anything more, you step backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed. Bouncing a few times. You’re sitting yourself down on the plush bedsprings, crossing your legs- and watching him through half-lidded eyes. Not a single word comes out of you.
But it doesn’t take a single word for Choso to realize what you wanted with a jolt—
He crawls to you.
He crawls to you.
Choso’s letting his features twist into something akin to embarrassment - with the tips of his ears so red that they were practically radiating heat - as he edges closer. As he shifts on his knees. As he crawls just as he had been doing in the ice cream parlor—except this time, the only cherry he was searching for was that cute lil’ wet spot between your legs.
Your dress was short and already hiked up to reveal those pale pink panties.
Was that a little bow on top?
Though it seems like an age before he’s finally able to reach close enough to affirm that- yes, that was a little bow on top. Choso finally manages to without combusting, and looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes.
“Please…” He begs.
You’re softly caressing his cheek- almost lovingly. And Choso’s eyes flutter shut, leaning into the touch in an almost feline manner.
Moving to his jawline. Moving to the back of his sweaty scalp.
And then you’re shoving his pretty face between your legs—and Choso’s letting himself gladly be shoved. Manhandled. His chin sticks against the foamy mess of your panties, so wet with all your leaking juices. His nose digs between the plushest parts of your swollen pussylips. And Choso lets out a hallowed breath as he gapes his mouth ever-so-slightly wider-
“Awww, why so shy, baby?” You’re cooing down at him.
With your hand clasped onto the back of his head- you’re guiding Choso’s mouth to better plaster against your pussy. For him to find his balance.
“S-s’like a second kiss.” Choso sputters out. And you’re grinning.
“Naughty, are we?” You had a feeling that this was going to be a loooooot of fun…
Choso’s mouth was parted. And his lips were rubbin’ incessantly up and down the outline of your cunt—up and down, up and down.
That flimsy fabric of your panties was just glued to your sopping wet pussy, and he’s able to slot his lips over your folds perfectly. Managing to string down a line of hot wet kisses where you needed him the most- “Mmmm…” You’re arching your back with a deep groan as his nose fits between your pussylips—the pointed tip pressing on your clit. “Just like that, Cho. You can go deeper if you like, y’know that?”
“H-how, baby?” He rasps. Those pleading eyes of his were just so cute- and Choso can’t last too long speaking without pressing a few more open-mouthed kisses on your cunt.
“You want me to teach you?” You’re asking him, to which he nods. “Mmm, well open your mouth a little wider- just a little wider-”
And he does- his cute canines snaggin’ against the top of your pussylips.
“You can just start off by kissing lightly, baby. Remember how we did all that kissing earlier?” Nodding once more. “Yeah- just try to replicate that.”
“M’gonna do my best, baby…” He’s starting off soft at first- slow. Almost timid in his movements as he properly slots his mouth over your pussy - over your panties - and kisses n’ sucks lightly.
“Fuck- you study biology, so you know where the good spots are, hm?”
“The glans clitoris a-and the…” Kitten kisses. “-the labia minora contain an immense number of nerve endings.” Chaste pecks—but every single droplet of your pussy’s juices splashed onto his tongue seems to leave Choso Kamo reeling.
Eyes drawing to the back of his head. Ragged pants emanating from the back of his throat.
And he’s pushing himself deeper, deeper, deeper - making out with your pussy so desperately, depravedly that his glasses were crushing against your pelvis—“Easy there, baby. Easy.” The only way to even get him to take a breath is to tug him back using his hair. “We have more than ‘nough time, okay?”
“Mhmmmm…” He nods through a pout- lips sucking off the juices seeped into your panties. “All night.”
“Eager boy. Next, I want you to use your tongue, okay?” His expression turns into something startled. “What? Not scared are you, Cho?”
Choso shakes his head furiously—as though he couldn’t stand the mere thought of it. “N-no.” He hisses, hot breath gluing to your leaking core - the way he was just so…greedy to lavish your pussy left you even wetter. And he was gladly allowing the excess residue to land all over his face and end up sliding off, “No no no- not at all. This pretty labia- Mmmpf—”
Whatever else was on the tip of his tongue gets muffled-
For then Choso’s flattening his tastebuds on top of your pussy. Those swollen pussylips. Movin’ his muscle siiiiiiide to the siiiiiide and then up and down the line of your slit.
You whine, “Oh- just fuck me with it.” Tugging on his locks, “Fuck me with your tongue- ngh, the way I know you’ve been wantin’ to since we met. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you were looking at me…”
“I was…” He pleads. He prays between your legs. Zig-zagging his tongue wildly.
And then after he’s sucked off your panties all clean - Choso reaches one of his hands upwards to try and take off those useless undergarments-
But you’re faster than him.
And you’re stopping him with a searing pull at his scalp. The nerdy man lets out a sudden yelp and looks at you with the prettiest doe-eyes. “Ah ah—” It almost ached your heart to act so mean to him, not giving him exactly what he wanted. But more than your heart- it was your pussy that was throbbing. “Now who said you’ve earned the right to take them off, hm?”
“B-but…” Choso’s peripherals widen - they were glazed-over with lust. “How can I reach the tunica mucosa if I don’t take off—”
“You don’t have to take it off, right?” You hum. “Eat me out through my panties-”
Just the mere sound of that sentence makes Choso moan.
“-and…” And you’re cocking your head to get a better look at where his hips were starting to rut. Against the rickety frame of the love hotel’s bed, he was grindin’ and crushing what seemed to be an aching erection. “-don’t touch yourself, either.”
Choso’s free hand immediately halts in its tracks.
He’s shooting you a pained look- but more than that, it was flooded with pure, unabashed need.
Something dark. Something primal.
Choso’s tipping his head back and letting you plough your pussy against his mouth- in rough, rapid grinds. You don’t wait a single moment for him to catch his breath—and that seems far from his main priority in the first place. He’s merely flopping his lengthy tongue out - so pinkish n’ pretty - and slithering it past your panties.
Riiiiiight underneath, after a few tries he manages to ease it past the rim of your puckered entrance.
You’re letting out a semi-shocked gasp once you feel your convulsing walls streeeeetching at the girth of him. He was thicker than you’d expected- with the ridges of his tastebuds melding to your inner channel. And without any experience, Choso doesn’t know how to ease into it - which works just as well for you as he’s expanding his thick tongue inside of you. And then thrashing n’ thrashing away. “Sh-shit, keep going, Cho.”
“What- hck! what do I have to do?” He manages to somehow ask between heavy gulps. And even that amount of time spent parted with your pussy means that he’s letting out loooong, luxurious licks inside your velvety walls to make up for it.
“H-huh?” You blink down at him through your bleary eyes. “Keep going, ngh- faster, baby.”
“No, I just meant…” Choso blinks those big, beautiful peripherals at you. He kept both hands on your thighs to press himself ever-deeper—he couldn’t get enough. “-what do I have to do t-to take off your panties? I wish to see all of you…that pretty vulva like a flower, the- ngh, prepuce…”
The mere thought has him ruttin’ away against the bed once more.
“How about you make me- haaaah, cum, baby? Hm?” You smile down at the desperate man, “And you have to do it before cumming yourself, m’kay?”
He can’t remove your panties.
He can’t touch himself.
He can’t cum before stuffin’ his face between your legs and making you cum first—
Choso was in heaven.
Even through the obscurement of his now-fogged glasses, Choso’s features twist into something primal- and he lets out a looooow whine before drag-drag-dragging his tongue into your clingy walls again. Thrusting in and out at a frenzied pace—the nerd was eating you out like a man starved.
Almost wolfish.
Choso was suckin’ and biting and snarling deep into your cunt. His glasses stick against your clit, and every single time he was forced to part with your pussy in order to breathe felt like fucking torture to him. “The clitoral nerve network consists of about 8000 to- ngh, over 10000 nerve endings-” Before you know it, he’s spitting. Letting it smear down your panties. Then dragging one of his calloused thumbs down that buttony nub. “-and baby, I need you to feel every single one.”
“Ohhhhh, fuck.” Your back arches deeper into him. Hands planting against the mattress in order to steady yourself, “A man that knows anatomy is dangerous.”
“And then the tunica mucosa…those spots there are also-” Such a priggish smile spreads across Choso’s mouth - one that you’re feeling on your cunt - as he swabs his tongue inside and stimulates some of those sweet nerve endings he was talking about. The hooked end of his muscle pushes apart your clingy walls, and somehow manages to find those sensitive areas so easily- “-effective…”
“Shut up and eat me out.” Pushing him deeper between your legs.
“A-and that’s not to mention—” But of course, you should’ve known that it isn’t easy to shut a STEM major up when it comes to their subject of interest. Choso most of all. And that nerdy man is babbling away whilst he’s slipping his tongue in and out, in and out, of you at a furious pace- until it was nothing but a pinkish blur squeezing away between your pussylips. “-the Gräfenberg spot-”
“You mean the g-spot?!” You’re wailing out.
“My favorite.” Choso nods, with your clit sucked into his mouth. Holding your panties to the side. He now alternates between rolling his tongue over your sensitive nub, and pushing it deep into your hole—stretchin’ you out juuuuust enough for his fingers to slip n’ squelch their way inside.
You’re letting out the shrillest keen as two of his fingers scissor apart your cunt’s walls, pushing up into their spongy surroundings to mold his sheer size into you. He’s softer on the tips of his digits, and rougher against the sides - “Easy there. Fuck, easy…” Choso’s sucking in a harrowed breath.
“I should be the one saying that to you.” You huff. Because Choso wasn’t dry-humping the foot of the bed whilst eating you out anymore - he was way past that.
Now solely keeping himself pushed- wedged in one place because just a little more friction and he’s bound to be cumming. “I-I’m alright, baby.” He tells you, “The Gräfenberg spot is located on the anterior wall, so right…up…”
Just a single press up into the roof of your cunt makes you buck - not having pressed on your sweetest spot just yet but-
“And then about two- three inches deeeeeep—” The loudest, sloppiest squelch! echoes across all four corners of the love hotel room as he eases inside. Roverin’ about inside your tight, wet channel for a few strokes before an explosion of pleasure runs right through you. “-right- there-”
“Fuuuuuuuck, oh.” You simper out. “There- right there- ngh.”
And then he’s thump-thumping his perfect fingers inside your cunt- accurately pinpointing that one spot inside you with his digits like a searchlight. Again and again. And don’t think that his mouth wasn’t working overtime—Choso kept his maw permanently gaped on top of your clit and had his lips hollowed with a constant suctioning motion.
Letting out broken moans off into your cunt all the while-
Choso manages to slip in a third finger- though those damn panties kept getting in the way. “Baby…” There’s a rasping, almost guttural tone to his words that you don’t recognize at first- you’re even raising onto your elbows to make sure that this was the same Choso Kamo.
But it sure was.
Glasses pressed up against your cunt—getting wetter by the second. “Baby, you’re experiencing vaginal contractions and tremors. Your pulse is faster. Your transudate is leaking even more- you’re getting wetter. And your clitoris is growing even, mmm-” He savors the feeling of your nub being pulled n’ dragged into his mouth. “-more swollen.”
“A-and that means…?” Though you already have an inkling of it.
“You’re going to orgasm, baby.” He never sounded more confident than when he was speaking science between your pussylips. “And I need you to cum aaaaaall over my mouth, okay?”
“Was planning to.” You whisper-
And it’s with a few more strokes, with a few more gashes of your pussy against his face, that the pressure that’d been building in your pelvic region finally explodes.
It thrums through your body faster than you can announce it—making every single vein, artery, and axiom within you vibrate until they’re sizzling at the sheer pressure. It felt as though your body was on fire. And the hottest it could get was at your sopping core- shoved against Choso’s pretty plush mouth and getting draaaagged through the violent peaks of your high.
The best you’ve ever had.
Choso manages to locate your g-spot right when the pleasure was hitting you the most - and you’re getting the faint suspicion that he was counting your throb-throb-throbs until he’d timed it just right. “One…two…”
Thrashing his fingers deepest.
Damn-near tearing your panties.
Shoving his erection against the bed.
And his tongue would move over your clit in an almost soothing motion- “Your vasocongestion m-means you’re sucking me up even- ngh, more. Fucking tight.” He spits. “Myotonia and contractions. Your orgasm’s strong, baby.”
“Didn’t need science to tell me that.” You comment.
Thrown through your orgasm.
It’s a crescendo then a plateau, and then when you’re finally done - Choso keeps jabbing his greedy fingers into you just for a few seconds longer. Fucking you through it. Fucking you past it.
You’re so sensitive by this point that you’re sobbing- pushing on his sweaty forehead. “Baby—oh, baby I’m done.”
“Done…?” He rasps. Eyes bleary as he raises them up, seeing you on your elbows. “Oh.”
“And you did as I wanted.” It takes much more effort than you expected to detach him from your quivering pussy - still a little sensitive from your previous orgasm. It was incredible. A part of you almost couldn’t believe that it’d been poor, inexperienced Choso Kamo that pulled that out of you.
He’s setting your cunt free with a whimper n’ a loooooud slurp!
Watching slack-jawed as you peel off your soaked-through panties and throw it right at him- it makes you gasp when Choso catches it with one hand…
Then brings that flimsy fabric riiiiight up to his face to sniff, to suck off the remnants of your syrupy sap. Not a speck of regret.
“Filthy.” You leer.
And then you’re tightening your hold on him—merely than sound was enough to wrench out a yearning croon from him. Preventing Choso from chasing after your cunt once more, “Now now…you don’t want to continue losing that virginity of yours, baby?”
“I-I do.” He eagerly nods.
“Good. Then get on the bed f’me.” You’re patting at the space beside you.
Soon enough, your positions are somewhat flipped - Choso finds himself lumbering onto the bed. Back against the mattress. Skin searing at the heat that your body had left behind.
He lies where you did- and you’re making quick work of discarding his graphic t-shirt (proudly claiming ‘I found this humerus’ next to a picture of a bone) and his trousers. The tent in his boxers was jaw-dropping—Choso stood proudly erect, thick and looking heavy between his legs, his bulbous tip kept trickling out more n’ more precum the longer you stared.
And had he just…
Taking off his boxers to make sure—you’re revealing his cock. Long and rock-hard.
It slaps against his soft core, and leaves a heart-shaped mark of sap. Just about seven or so inches in length- though the longer your gaze lingers on him…the longer he seems to look. Shit, was he about nine inches, maybe? And he wasn’t too thick - just flared enough at the tip that he’s sure to make your walls feel it.
But Choso had an abundance of pretty, long veins decorating down the shaft—underneath the tip, creating patterns down to his base. One which had a few sparse tufts of curly brown - almost black - hair.
Yet what you’re interested in the most was how Choso was so damn hard that his blushin’ red tip looked just about ready to fall off—
“I c-couldn’t help myself, baby.” Choso admits shyly. His hands reach downwards to try and cover his mess- but you’re waving him off. “Having you cum aaaaall over my mouth made me- ngh, want to cum as well.”
“I can see that.” You smirk.
“I didn’t mean to.” He insists, voice growing urgent as the silence stretches - fearing that you’d perhaps refuse to continue as he somewhat broke his promise. “P-promise, I didn’t mean to! It’s just that your tunica mucosa was squeezing me so tight- and your vaginal lubrication just tasted so sweet-”
“Choso?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Shush.”
“I- oh.”
Because, initially, you’d planned on riding the man senseless. But now you were leering yourself closer—almost sake-like in motion.
Staring deep into Choso’s widening eyes once you’re hovering yourself over his shivering legs. His long abdomen. And pressing a cute peck right on the top of his frothing tip—the splashes of his precum were syrupy-sweet. And they were combining with Choso’s cum from earlier to add a salty tint-
“So messy.” You’re whispering as you run your tongue ‘round and ‘round the top of his shaft. Cleaning him off until he was shining. “Are you gonna make a mess like this inside me too, hm?”
“D-don’t say something like that…s’gonna make me cum again.” Choso pleads.
And he really was serious - his words were on the verge of shattering.
You’re letting out a giggle- right into his aching hot cock. The vibrations sprint through his body and make him buck up into you—body before his mind, he doesn’t even realize until he’s doing so with a startled yelp. “My apologies-”
“Mmm, keep going. Get some practice in before the real deal.” You hum once more.
Choso seems as though he’s about to sob - this was too good for him - as he fucks his cock into your mouth a few more times. You relax your throat to take down most of him, and the parts that you can’t get milked with one hand.
Once. Twice. Thrice and quadruple before his flared tip starts twitchin’ wildly—draaaaagging up the soft insides of your throat, he leaves a salty aftertaste behind that makes you realize…
You’re pulling off of his cock with an emanating pop! “But you’ve got to save that up for inside, got it?”
He’s nodding so hard you idly wonder whether he might get whiplash. “Yes, baby. Anything for you, baby.”
“Mmm…” Climbing up the expanse of his body, you’re kissing Choso squarely with the same lips. “Just how I like it.”
And then your knees straddle Choso’s slender hips, your thighs press against his sweltering skin - you reach behind you to grab ahold of his cock’s base—and the sudden squeeze is enough to make him jolt. Bodily. He’s letting out a visceral shiver, “B-baby…”
You guide his ruddied tip to you—and just the barest, briefest smooch of your sweet pussy makes him jolt. Just feelin’ his hardness press up against your softness.
It makes him drive his hips off the mattress suddenly.
“Ah ah-” You warn. “Take it easy, baby. We have all night, don’t we?”
“But…” Choso’s eyes flicker between your face n’ where the two of you were about to connect. Something in him seems to almost break. So close. So close- “That’s so unfair. Your pussy feels like this and you’re expecting me to take it easy?”
A hand claws down your arched spine.
“Not even the textbooks could replicate how good it feels- m’not even inside you yet and I feel like I’m going insane.”
You swipe a thumb down his throbbing tip—catching a bead of white that was threatening to pour out. “I told you. As long as you keep it inside, Cho.”
And then you’re letting your hips lower - aiming to seat yourself down on that toned pelvis of his. “Ohhhh, fuck.” Your back bends, your head tips backwards as you’re taking in the inches of him. It’s a slow process - given that Choso was much larger than average - and you’re wrenching out primal moans as his thick length invades your core. A sweet prodding vein down the side of him was already massaging your insides—“You’re so big, baby. It’s always the quiet ones, huh?”
If he heard you, then he doesn’t make a show of it.
Choso’s handsome features scrunch up into something of pure ecstasy as he dives his cock deeper into you. Hands flying to your waist. Bottom lip stuck between his teeth. “Inside-” He whispers.
“Hmmm?”
“Inside- inside.” Choso gets out through heated pants. His mouth was moving a mile a minute- fuck, even his mind was. But he couldn’t possibly juggle any single coherent thought when his cock was sucked between your soft, soft pussylips and getting practically drained already. “A-am I really going inside? Or is this just a dream, baby?”
Without waiting around for an answer- he’s pinching his arm.
It leaves an angry red mark that proves to him that no…life really was this sweet.
“I am?” As though still in disbelief.
As though this in and of itself would be enough to make him cum and- oh, shit.
He really was cumming.
It seems to take the both of you by surprise, and Choso’s lunging his hips completely off the mattress - slamming his cockhead into the springy back of your cunt.
Bouncin’ off at the sheer force for a few seconds- it isn’t long before he’s then scouring deep into your walls and letting his bawling divot run free. Cumming in less than a single stroke inside you. “Oh- oh, shit.” Choso’s mouth waters, a single line of spittle running from the corner of his lips. “I’m sorry I…”
But he doesn’t have an answer.
He really, truly doesn’t.
“Pussy got your tongue?” You giggle.
This was his first time - and your pussy just felt that good all wrapped ‘round him and keeping him hostage.
His cum’s flooding you with a warmth, spreadin’ from the in-betweens of your legs and then right upwards. The satiny tresses of it rush uuuuup your walls n’ then right back down—those goopy layers then getting fucked back in by his desperate semi-thrusts.
Squelch after squelch as he accumulates the cum like frosting on top of his swirling tip. Shoving.
Choso scrunches his eyes shut and tears start to well up behind- now he was crying, too? Crying just by putting it in?! Buried like this, he feels like he’d do anything for you right now. He feels like he could lay his life on the line for you right now. He feels like—like—he could really truly ask you to become his real girlfriend now…
“Baby, I think I love you.” Choso blubbers up. “Do you want to marry me?”
“Let’s get dinner first.” You giggle, lovingly patting his cheek.
“Oh…”
If you could feel the way his ruddied tip twitches inside you (and you could) then you’re not teasing him for it…much. Simply a smirk before you’re veering your hips down until he’s bottomed-out.
Clit massaging against the scruff of his happy trail. Pussylips struggling to squeeze around his sheer size. “Fuck.” You’re groaning, starting up a lecherous pace that keeps Choso’s toes curled - his head thrown back into the pillows, his skin blushing. He was flustered.
But more than that- he wanted more.
And sending a silent word of gratitude to the chance of the universe and science itself, Choso slithers that same right hand of his between your sultry legs. Sheened with slick.
You were making such a mess fucking him whilst you’re still keeping his cum inside you—he scrapes his calloused thumb up, up, uuuup the few inches of his cock still left to fit inside. Collecting the slimy layers of slick up until the folds of your pussy. Reaching it up to his mouth-
“Now, now.” You tut. “Are we just going to waste that, hm?”
“Oh…you’re right.” With a quiver of his lips, he then plunges it back inside. Then repeats the motion again and again until you’re feeling stuffed to the brim—with both his cock n’ his sappy fluid. Like you said before, it all deserved to stay inside.
And you better keep it.
The rickety bedsprings creeeeeeak—! as he meets your pace.
Choso continues, “Not just cum.” His curvaceous thumb swipes your inner folds again, “But that bulbourethral fluid deserves to stay inside, too. How else m’I gonna fill you up, baby?”
“Oh, of course.” You coo, something sensual. “But don’t think that that’s going to be your last time cumming tonight, Cho.”
His eyes damn-near bulge out of their skull. “E-excuse me?”
“It’s not even your last time cumming in this hour.” Oblivious - or so you pretend to be - to his growing concern n’ his gaping mouth. You’re bowing your body into his—manoeuvring your hips in somewhat of a circular motion, the slightest figure-eights and curves, that drag his tunneling cock juuuuuust right against every nook and cranny of your walls. Every hidden spot. “You’re gonna cum for me at least twice more, right?”
“I-I—I don’t know if that’s even possible!” Choso sputters, pushing his glasses up with his free hand- it was glossy with the excess of your slick from earlier.
And without warning, you’re leaning down to lightly lick off a bit of that glittering sheen.
Choso moans n’ feels his overly-stimulated length jolting away inside of you. “Baby, just consider the refractory period. Has it even been a few minutes since I last…?”
“Just about.” You’re smile. “Should be enough, no?”
“Though it varies based on age and health- when I can cum next depends on the blood redistribution, and how long prolactin and serotonin lasts in the body.” Choso admits then, albeit a bit sheepishly. “And I’m still fuh-feeling so goooood, baby- fuck I can’t—”
“But my smart boy’s gonna find a way, right?” Even if he couldn’t cum again, however - it was just too cute to watch Choso squirm like this. “When I said I wanted it inside, I wanted it stuffed inside, Cho.”
“S-stuffed…” He breathes - almost hypnotized by your pussy.
You’re grinding and swervin’ and clenching around his vein-loaded length in ways he could’ve only ever dreamed about before…“Mhm. Need it pouring out of me.” You beg, putting your best pleading expression on. “Need it up until…”
Hands scouring up his front to press down on your stomach- almost up to your chest.
“-here.”
You pout.
“If m’not bloated with your cum, Cho, is there even a point?”
“No there isn’t.” Choso’s jaw drops—as though the epiphany had just dropped on him. And no sooner are the words leaving his worry-bitten lips, he finds himself pumping wispy ropes of cum deep past your entrance.
He doesn’t even know how he did it.
His body just seems to listen to you more than himself - and Choso jerks his pelvis up in synchronization with the faintish strings of cum that escape him. Thoroughly into your cunt. Thoroughly coating it on top of your womb.
You’re shivering as you feel the thin excess thwack! against your deepest innards. Such a lecherous feeling that cannot be replicated.
Every time he strikes your spongy cervix, Choso lets out a sudden whimper. He sobs. He groooans. He’s fighting to clamor onto your body in any possible way that he could - your waist, your legs, your tits. It doesn’t matter where, Choso just needed to grab ahold of you and perhaps try to get you to fucking slow down—
“Please.” Every single letter in that word is botched with a cry, “P-please. Baby, keep riding me like this and you’re going to make me cum again-”
“Isn’t that the point? Third time’s the charm?” You ask.
“Oh…” It’s then that he remembers that you’d said twice more- he has to cum twice more. Hiccuping, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Cocking your head with a smile, “And would you like to stop?”
“Not at all.”
Then you’re planting one hand in the middle of his defined chest for balance. Throwing your head back and ridin’ him silly.
Choso cries beneath you. Choso babbles. Torn between the pleasure of having those sweet, sopping lips wrapped ‘round him- and the insanity of his orgasm just barely bating before you’re attempting to hurtle him into another one. This was almost too much for his just recently-lost virginity, but Choso begs for more, more, more. “Please- please- that anterior wall of yours is so clo-”
With your other set of fingers then shoved into Choso’s pretty mouth- spit splashes from the sides of his lips. But he’s taking you so happily—“No no, keep going.” You tell him once his brows raise in surprise, “I just wanna watch my poor boyfriend struggle just a bit.”
“Mmmmpf- soooo good.” He lets out an agonized moan, muffled through the intrusion of your digits. You’re swirling them ‘round his mouth and watching him lightly choke on them. “I need to c-cum just once more, huh?”
Choso’s tears were enough to wash off the fog from his glasses lens.
And he blinks those teary eyes up at you - a few times before one of his hands slithers between your legs. Almost difficult, considering how the space between your two sweaty, crashing bodies was practically non-existant—but his long fingers find a way to thumb apart your puffy pussylips. Nearly swollen shut.
He runs the doughy tips of his digits across your clit, “Around it…just light kisses.” Choso murmurs to himself. “Juuust a little- ngh.”
A single squeeze of your fluttering walls leaves him reeling.
“And then the good spots-” Peering down at your glossy cunt through his glasses, his half-lidded eyes. “The primary erogenous zones are the clitoris and introitus. Then the periurethral surrounding the urethra is also…oh…” Alternating between bashin’ his swollen cocktip against your g-spot, and thoroughly massaging every good spot he’d memorized.
“Shit…” You suddenly clench around him. “Keep going.”
He was seeing stars at the mere action. “And then the- hngh, even the perineum…” Fingers dipping just a liiiittle downwards to roll over that spot. He was unabashed - not in the state to be as he usually would. “And then fucking- at least as much as I can…here…” Slack-jawed, gaze unfocused. “My favorite is the clitoris.” The nerd presses the crescent pad of his thumb down on that knob.
Your hips are stutterin’ at the sheer amount of pleasure overwhelming you. Choso has taken up stimulating your clit in constant circular motions now. “I th-thought you said your favorite was the g-spot?”
“Both.”
As if on cue, he’s banging his thick tip against that ooooone spot.
Choso was stimulating you almost too well. Leaving you the one speechless as he drills his hips into you at a relentless pace—almost painfully desperate.
“Good boy.” You whisper.
“Just need to make you- mmm, cum soon.” He states. “Because if you cum…then I’m sure to cum, too.”
Shoving a third finger in his mouth, he moans as he sucks. You hum, “And you’re sure you’re a virgin?”
“S’just everything you t-taught me.” He insists, mouth full yet listening to every word you said - if you expected an answer, then he was giving you an answer. “And sometimes…I’d search up…things online…”
“Online? Poor, innocent Choso Kamo watches porn?”
“Not that, I get too shy.” Choso responds. He blushes all the way down to the roots of his hair, “But using my textbooks, I’d- hah, read through them…study them…look at all the diagrams…”
You smirk. “Ever jerked off to a textbook, Choso?”
His jaw drops. “No…” Although you remain rather suspicious of the ever-deepening blush that seems to invade his cheeks—all the way down to his collarbones. “But I did jerk off just today.”
“Today?” One of your brows raise, “Don’t tell me this was- hah, before we met or…?”
He shakes his head. “After. After.” Big, bulbous tears make their way down his cheeks - and Choso tastes the salt on them as they splosh across his lips. You do too, as you kiss him. “S-snuck right into the bathroom at that ice cream parlor and- oh—”
“And what for? Saw a pretty someone at the neighboring table?”
Shaking his head even harder- “It was…you.”
“Me?”
“You said that thing- fuck, you said you needed me.” Choso’s dark chocolate-brown eyes glaze over as if he’s reminiscing the very moment. Living in it. “Under that table. And I couldn’t run to the bathroom faster to r-relieve myself.” Ah, this was that time then…
Your faux-boyfriend’s brows are then knitting.
His cock tunnels into you at an even more accelerated pace - one that leaves your head dizzy. Flinching at every run of his thumb down your pulsing clit.
Choso finishes, “But I only lasted two pumps- the thought of you, ngh—” Thrusting in so deep that it felt as though, if he could go past your gooey cervix, then he long since would have. Choso thumps against the back of your cervix and remains there, “-wrapped around my cock and usin’ me to make your anterior- pussy feel pleasure was just too good of a fantasy for me.”
It’s a lewd admission.
It’s almost startling to hear this from Choso above all.
And it’s exactly what’s making you cum—just in time that he is. Your orgasm is prolonged and has been building up ever since he tickled your g-spot for the first time- “C-cumming—!” Belatedly, the announcement leaves your lips.
But Choso already knows.
He can already feel the rhythmic clenches of your sopping wet walls - the soft thing he’s ever felt. They’re tightening around him and tuggin’ on his pistoning cock like you didn’t fucking want him to leave.
Toes curling. Back arching.
The bang after bang after bang right on that target of your g-spot meant that your orgasm was being intensified. Every peak left your thighs clenching around his waist, and you bounce your hips up n’ down furiously. Up n’ down. Up n’ down. “Yes- yes, yes, yes—and you’re c-cumming too, Cho.”
“I am?” Choso blinks his teary eyes down at your lower halves. The smacking of skin-against-skin was deafening, and Choso’s pelvis was rawly red due to the sheer friction.
But more than that…he was feeling his even redder tip twitch a few times. Once. Twice. Thrice- before the warmth of bliss takes over his body. It’s a wave of euphoria even stronger than the last few, and it makes the nerdy boy flinch his hips up into yours- agonizingly good. He was hammering into you so animalistically- jabbing short, sloppy semi-thrusts. “I am.” Choso gasps out. “I’m cumming-”
He’d predicted as much earlier, but it actually worked?!
“M’filling you up, aren’t I?” Choso blabbers, a crazed smile on his face. “This virgin…I was able to stuff this pussy full.”
Lovingly patting your cunt.
“So much so that- hah, look she’s even struggling to- ngh, take me. That cervix uteri is all flooded, huh? All drenched in me?” Through the waves of your high, you’re feeling your orgasm fizzle and pop as he rolls his thumb doooown your clit a few more times. “And these pretty labia of yours are all swollen- bloated with my cum, hm?”
“Mhm…” Before you blink a few times. “Oh- this one was shorter than the last though, wasn’t it? Maybe we need to go again- heh.”
“S’it already done? I…but I’m still…” Choso jabs out numerous more thrusts before he’s pulling out.
And whilst you’re interested in the squelch! and the feeling of hot, wet cum splashin’ out of you and onto his toned hips—Choso himself is more interested in the way his cock twitched n’ feels like he’s cumming…but nothing is actually coming out.
“Orgasmic anejaculation?” He states in shock. “Baby, you’ve made me cum dry—”
“Oh.” Lips parting, you look down to watch as his pretty reddened tip jolts about irritatedly as though he was in the throes of his orgasm - and he was. It’s just that nothing was coming out.
“I-it’s likely that this is due to the lack of semen replenishment. Thus, if there’s none left to-”
“So fourth time’s the charm, right?” You cock your head down at him with a smile.
Another time?!
His half-hard length twitches in interest.
“You really are going to be the death of me.”
Choso really, really needed to ask you out after this.
.
.
.
Ryomen Sukuna knew that the two of you weren’t dating.
He knew it.
He just had no way to prove it.
That is…until one day, just a week after that initial introduction to you, Jin had bothered Sukuna into visiting his nephew. He’d made some cookies—some of your favorites that you’d briefly mentioned at the ramen place, and Jin had immediately gotten to work scouring through his recipes. Flipping through some of grandma’s old cookbooks - he really did get his love for cooking and baking from her.
And then trialing batch after batch of cookies in order to make the perfect one.
And Sukuna hadn’t minded, of course - no one in the house had. They each got to scarf down the ones that Jin deemed as ‘failed’ and they turned out as great as ever. Sukuna honestly didn’t know what more perfection Jin was searching for—especially not for someone he knew Choso was surely paying you in some manner…
There was no conceivable world in which his nephew - as much as Sukuna respected him, for the sole reason that he was related to him (and anyone in some proximity to the great Ryomen Sukuna can’t be all that bad…) - would ever have enough courage to ask a real person out. Let alone someone as electric as you?
Let alone have you say yes?!
Something was up. And Sukuna was on the case.
At least after he finishes this mountain of cookies…
Either way, it took an entire week for Jin to perfect his cookies. And once completed, he’d thumped Sukuna over the head with a couch cushion and told him to go deliver them to Choso.
Unfortunately they hadn’t managed to catch your address or anything of the sort - and there was no telling when Choso would have enough time between his studies and library-haunting to visit. Thus, it’d be easier to just have Sukuna (who was far too busy doing a whole load of nothing) drop the cookies off at Choso’s apartment and let him give it to you.
Jin could trust Choso with handing them to you safe n’ sound.
He couldn’t trust Sukuna not to swallow them whole on the way, however…
So it was with a tonne of brotherly intimidation and threatening brandishes of that cushion that Jin waved Sukuna off—‘you better not eat those cookies, Ryo.’
But Sukuna promised. He promised.
He had other, more important, things on his mind - like cornering Choso into admitting that the two of you actually weren’t dating. Maybe if he didn’t relent so easily, he’d even look around the apartment to check for signs of you or anything you’d left behind—after five months of dating, surely, there’d be some evidence, wouldn’t there?
And then maybe he’d eat the cookies- hah!
The perfect plan.
Ryomen Sukuna what a genius you were, what a mastermind—who said that Jin was the smarter brother?! It was Sukuna that liked literature and poetry (wait, was nerdiness genetic?) No one should underestimate the sheer underappreciated brilliance of a prodigy like-
“Choso’s uncle?” He gapes as you answer the door- and you’re just as beautiful as he remembered you. And oh, alright—Sukuna admits you’re beautiful. Gorgeous, actually.
Which is also why he found it hard to believe that Choso could ever manage to bag you- sure, he wasn’t bad looking…but that’s only because Choso was related to him.
Then again, he wasn’t any Ryomen Sukuna.
A Ryomen Sukuna that was feeling rather…a lot…small as he looks at you.
Your eyes widen as you recognize who your visitor was, though your smile never falters.
“Oh, Cho should be right out. Please come in, have you eaten breakfast yet? You should join us!”
Opening the door even wider, though he stands as still as a statue.
“Is…everything alright.”
No movement once more. No answer, either.
“Ummm, maybe it’s more comfortable there then?” You’re awkwardly smiling at his lack of a response - this certainly wasn’t the Ryomen Sukuna that you’d met at the family dinner…And perhaps at the same time, you’re realizing why.
Because you weren’t just answering Choso’s apartment door—you were doing so in nothing but sleep shorts and a humerus-related t-shirt that was most definitely not yours. And above the hem of that ratty t-shirt were a series of bite marks, nail marks down your neck…such an obscene display that makes you immediately yelp and tug your neckline upwards.
Though Sukuna remains gawking. “I uh…”
“I am so sorry.” You’re blubbering away, and when your neckline fails to cover you adequately without showing off the similar marks on your midriff- you’re reaching your hands up instead. “We’d just been making breakfast, and I’d completely forgot-”
“No, that’s fine uh…” Goodness, when has the rough n’ tough Sukuna ever floundered like this? “It’s my fault for coming unannounced um…”
“What’s this?” Another voice sounds from inside the apartment.
Soon enough, Choso’s joining the two of you at the door—he’s in JBA sweatpants and pulling on a t-shirt as he walks. With whatever mercy that the universe had granted Sukuna, Choso sneaks up behind you, so he doesn’t see whatever similar markings might have been left on him as Choso finally wears his t-shirt properly.
There’s amusement in Choso’s tone as he adjusts his glasses and speaks, “I never thought I’d see the day that you apologize to anyone, uncle Ryo.”
Choso throws an arm over your shoulder - the intimacy was palpable. Something far more different than at the ice cream parlor, and yet…Sukuna should’ve recognized the same admiring glint in Choso’s eyes back then, too.
The apartment behind was messy in that domestic way. There were eggs frying on the stove.
“Sh-shut it.” Sukuna spits. “This is all your…girlfriend’s fault.”
Ah, you really were his girlfriend. The great Ryomen Sukuna has been wrong. How could this be? How could he fathom such a thing?
Well. I didn’t go into her room the next night. Or the night after that.
I was trying my hardest to not continue what I had started. Looking at her throughout each day. Wondering if the cum I had put inside her the other night was going to knock her up.
I imagined the confusion she would have as her belly would grow, as her tits started to swell . I had scared myself from going back into her room. I was afraid of what I’d do next. In my mind it was inevitable that I’d eventually steal her virginity. And inevitable that I’d be able to keep myself from cumming inside her again. The worry of her getting pregnant didn’t stop be from jacking myself off to thoughts of her multiple times a day though. I’ve never mastuebated as much as I had the past few days. Not even as a teenager. But. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t stop thinking about fingering her. Touching her. About what it would feel like to feel her young tight cunt on my dick.
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop. But I was trying. I knew I had to.
But apparently two days was the maximum about of time I could go without playing with my daughter in her sleep.
Tonight was different. When I went to her room. The light was off. And so was her television.
When I walked in I turned on the light. She was asleep. And her blanket was on the floor. I turned the light back off and closed the door to her room behind me and turned the lock.
There was some light coming through the window from the street lamps. Enough to see her as I walked to the bed pushing down my boxers, taking out my cock and stroking it.
I was already rock hard. I had been for the last half hour. Thinking about her. Laying in bed trying to ignore my dick. To ignore the disgusting thoughts in my head of the things I wanted to do to her.
I climbed up onto the bed. With less care than the other nights , not afraid of my weight shifting on the bed as I spread her legs and curled my fingers around the crotch of her panties pulling them to the side in the dark.
“You know what daddy has to do , don’t you baby?” I whispered to her as she slept.
It was the only solution. Or at least it’s what I had convinced myself to believe. That the only way I could stop. Would be to take it. To take her virginity. Once I accomplished that. Surely. I’d be satisfied.
I pushed my finger down and up into her. Rolling my eyes back as I get how warm and tight and wet her insides were. Like heaven.
I fingered her slowly. And whispered to her.
“Don’t worry. Daddy will be gentle. “
“Daddy needs to do this baby. “
“I love you baby. I need you to know how much daddy loves you”
I slid my fingers in and out, my cock aching to be inside her.
I moved my hand from between her legs , my fingers coming out wet. I spit in my hand and rubbed it over my cock.
“Jesus Christ….” I whispered. “I can’t believe you’re gonna let daddy fuck you baby…your pussy is going to be so fucking tight. “ I said to her as she still slept.
“Such a good girl” I said guiding my cock in the dark. Pushing the head of my cock along her pussy lips, down to her hole.
For a split second I thought about stopping. But I knew what I had to do. I had to fuck her.
I pushed carefully. Groaning at the resistance of her tight pussy.
“Oh god baby” I nudged my cock again. Still not pushing into her. “Fuck. You’re so tight” I said to her as she still slept. I held my cock and guided it again , holding it as I carefully nudged it into her.
“Ohfuck” I groaned feeling the head of my cock push up into her. “Oh god”
I couldn’t believe it. I was inside. Inside of the pussy I’d been craving and secretly fingering at night.
I held just the head inside as I pulled my hand from my cock and leaned over her , hovering. My cock still not going any further in just yet.
I had to prepare myself. Because I knew there was a chance she’d wake up. I knew this might be the thing that woke her.
I was right.
I pushed up into her slowly , groaning as I felt my cock being squeezed as it pushed up into her tight , virgin pussy. I only had about a second of uninterrupted pleasure before I felt her move and wake up with a yelp as I had pushed myself all the way inside.
“Daddy?!” She screeched and started to whine. I immediately clasped my hand over her mouth and drew my hips back and then pushed them back into her. Groaning as I felt her her hands try to push me off and her body squirming. Groaning at her tight cunt , squeezing me even tighter as she panicked.
“Shhhhhhh” I said. Knowing I had made a huge fucking mistake. But in the moment. She felt too good. And there was no point in stopping. She’d already woken up. She’d already found her daddy ontop of her and inside her.
She screamed into my palm and jerked her body back and forth trying to move me off her as I lowered myself ontop of her. Still holding my hand over her mouth.
“Be quiet” I said in a loud whisper. “Be quiet baby. “ I could hear her trying to talk as she whined and cried into my palm. I held it tighter over her mouth.
In my fantasy. She wouldn’t be fighting it. She would instead beg me for it. Tell me how bad she needed her daddy to fuck her. This was not my fantasy. And I didn’t plan to force her in all the fantasies I’d had over the past few days. But….I did.
I was a monster.
“Don’t cry. It’s just daddy “ I said as I grunted , going fast, thrusting myself into her. Feeling her wet pussy coat my cock, feeling her hands grab at my arm as my hand covered her mouth.
“Shhhhhhhhhh” I said knowing I had to be hurting her, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to. I didn’t want to hurt her. But her pussy was the tightest I’d ever felt. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop doing what I knew was an awful thing to do.
“Shhh daddy loves you” I groaned fucking her going faster as she squealed loudly into my hand. I could feel her tears on my hand.
I still didn’t stop.
“Don’t cry baby. Just relax. It’ll stop hurting. “ I said. “Quiet. Be quiet !” I whispered loudly.
“You’re going to wake up your mother!” I said finding myself frustrated that she wouldn’t just let me fuck her. Grabbing her face hard with my hand over my mouth. I found myself shaking her head as if to silence her.
“Shut up!” I whispered loudly “you’re going to get us both in trouble !” I said finding myself growing angry with her. For making me do this. I was blaming her for my desire to fuck her. Blaming her for “‘making” me rape her.
I knew it was the worst thing I could to do her. But I couldn’t stop myself. I apologized.
“I’m sorry baby” I said without stopping. “Daddy loves you baby “ I groaned feeling myself go harder on her , the sound of my cock fucking her filling the room with her cries and loud whimpers being muffled by my hand.
“Ungh..Daddy …loves you..so…fucking…much” I said between thrusts. Feeling how divine it felt to bury myself hard and fast into her cunt. She was screaming again.
“You need to be quiet!” I said “stop it!” “fucking stop it” I growled as I shook her face and glared at her.
“You’re going to get us caught “ I growled. Yes. I said us. As if she was a willing participant.
“Daddy thought you’d like it baby” I groaned. “he thought you’d like him fucking this tight pussy”
“You let me finger you….so let me just fuck you baby. ..be a big girl and let daddy fuck you right” I groaned. I knew she didn’t know I had fingered her. And I knew she didn’t LET me. But in my fantasy. She had. When I was doing it. I was imagining her wanting it. Letting me touch her.
“Oh god baby” I groaned as she still cried my hand slipping from her mouth. Long enough for her to yelp.
“”DADDY STOP!” She cried and I clapped my hand back over her mouth.
I was angry.
I slapped her face and grabbed it as she cried.
“Shut up!” I growled and covered her mouth again
I didn’t want to hurt her. But. She wouldn’t just let me fuck her. She wasn’t letting me enjoy her pussy the way it was meant to be enjoyed by the man lucky enough to take her virginity.
“You’re gonna let daddy fuck you!” I groaned. “Time to be a big girl. Stop that fucking crying and tell daddy you like it” I groaned moving my hand and grabbing her face leaving her mouth uncovered as she winced and cried and tried not to be loud and she whimpered.
“Tell daddy how his dick feels baby” I growled. “Do you like daddy fucking you? ..you better like it”
“Yes” she cried.
I felt an evil grin come over my face.
“Good girl. Does it hurt ? Does it hurt having daddy’s big dick up inside you?” I groaned.
“Yes” she cried.
“Mmmmm it’ll only hurt the first time “ I said. Realizing I had already made plans to do this again. That getting what I wanted was not the answer to stopping. But only made me immediately want to have her over and over again.
“Daddy” she cried “please stop “ she whimpered with a little “owww” as I groaned feeling it hit her hard and deep.
“Daddy isn’t going to stop. “ I told her.
“He can’t. “ I said.
“His baby’s pussy feels so good” I told her as I looked at her in the dark. Her face was wet with tears.
“If you tell anyone …” I said.
“I won’t” she cried. “Please just stop Daddy” she said pushing her hands onto my chest. I lifted myself up , still hovering over her , thrusting faster.
“Say please” I said.
“Please” she cried.
I imagined her please as one that was asking for more. And kept going.
“Keep saying it “ I groaned
“Please!” She whimpered “Please!”
“Please”
“Please”
“Please daddy!”
I groaned. “Yes baby, ugnhhhh fuck yea” I said still drilling into her. Not stopping. Each please bringing me closer and closer.
“Please!!” She shrieked and I felt my balls ready to empty themselves.
“Pleasedaddy!” She said pushing her hands against my chest and I groaned loudly as she kept giving me pleases as I started to cum.
I imagined her pleases as “please cum inside me” “pleasegive it to me daddy”. “Please fill me up daddy”
As my cum was shooting out into her I already felt the same regret that I did when I left a secret load inside her a few night earlier. Was I going to get her pregnant ? I don’t know.
But what it worth it to be able to cum deep up inside her? At that moment. It definitely was.
I groaned loudly and she seemed to realize what I had just done.
“Mmmmm, i can’t believe how tight you are Emma” I said my fingers sliding in and out of her slowly.
“So damn tight baby girl…” I groaned feeling her wet pussy squeeze my fingers as I touched her in her sleep.
“You need a nice big dick to stretch you open …” I said looking down, watching my fingers move in and out slowly, coated in her juices. I smiled. Her pussy looked so perfect. “Daddy would love to stretch open his little girl…mmmmm…yes I would..” I said looking up to her face as she continued to sleep.
“mm daddys little girl…is a big girl now….you should let daddy treat you like one….” I said sliding my fingers out and rubbing her clit with my fingers, wondering if I could make her cum in her sleep. “you want daddy to make you cum?…make this pussy feel real good?…make his little girl cum hard….” I groaned rubbing her clit a little faster. She moved slightly. I froze. My hand lifting, my hands raised as she stirred in her sleep. My heart beating fast. How would I explain myself? Why were her panties off and why were my fingers wet?
I held my breath, and she stopped stirring. I exhaled.
At that point I should have gotten up and went back to my room. It was such a close call, but…it didn’t stop me.
I lowered my middle finger back down and slid it up and down her slit, grinning to myself as I looked at her pussy, and then up at her face as I slid my finger back up inside her. Back to using one finger, I decided not to push it. As if fingering her at all wasn’t pushing it.
“Mmmm is Daddy’s finger making you feel good baby? “ I whispered. “Is that why you’re stirring in your sleep….is daddy making you have a naughty dream….is daddy in that naughty dream?” I whispered still sliding my finger back out, getting greedy, and adding the second one again.
“Mmmm yeah….that’s it baby….get nice and wet for daddy…..” my fingers were moving a little faster, I couldnt help it, I wanted to slam them into her, all the way to my knuckles, curl them inside her, against her g spot and make her cum, wake her up to her daddy finger fucking her pussy. I groaned, imagining my fingers making her feel so good, that she’d lay there, and just moan for more, moan for my fingers harder, and deeper up inside her pussy. I fantasized about her begging for my cock.
“Oh baby….” I whispered, looking from her face down to her pussy, as my fingers were now fucking her at a steady pace, not too deep, but sliding in and out of her faster. I grinned, watching her pussy take my fingers inside of it. “yeah baby….mmmm so naughty…letting daddy fuck your little pussy with his fingers…”
“you like that baby?” I twisted my fingers inside of her and pulled them out and rubbed her clit again, stopping again as she stirred slightly, this time, not lifting my hand, but freezing it on her pussy. My fingers on her clit as she let out a deep sigh and moved her head from one side to another. I moved my fingers again, slowly. I couldnt believe how badly I needed to touch her, that I just kept going instead of playing it safe and leaving her room.
“Good girl” I whispered. “Be a good girl and let daddy play with this pretty little pussy” I looked up at her face as I moved my fingers. She stirred again, but I didnt stop, moving my fingers in circles around her clit. Hearing a little whimper come from her as her head tossed again.
“It’s okay baby….it’s just daddy….go on…..i know it feels good baby…” I said as I rubbed her clit in tiny, fast little circles, urging my daughter to cum in her sleep. Wondering if she could, if an orgasm would wake her, and also how my touching her hadnt already.
I watched her back arch slightly as she moved in her sleep slightly. Another little whimper coming from her mouth.
“Fuck baby…daddy wants to make you cum so bad…” I groaned, knowing I needed to stop. I groaned quietly and looked down at my fingers, making them stop, and then rubbing it again slowly. I looked up at her as she laid still , her mouth slightly parted. Dead asleep. Wondering if I should go again, try to make her cum, not stop until she does. I groaned, looking down at my cock, that had become hard again from all the excitement, I had so much adrenaline coursing through me.
I looked at her, moving my hand from her pussy, and just watched her sleep, sighing. Wondering what I should do. Knowing what I wanted to do. A flash of my fantasy running through my mind. It would be, throwing her legs wide open, jolting her asleep, and holding her down as I slammed my cock right up into her. Not even giving her a chance, ripping right into her, I groaned to myself at the thought of how loud she might scream. I pushed my boxers down again and stroked my cock. I needed to take advantage of her more. I hadn’t had enough.
I gently lifted her one shoulder and hip, and rolled her to her side as slowly and carefully as possible. Making her lay on her side. I got on the bed slowly, behind her, holding my breath as I inched up behind her, holding my hand on her hip, as in pushed closer.
“mmmm Emma” I said, my dick rubbing up against her ass.
“Feel how hard you make Daddy’s dick?” I poked her butt with it. “Do you feel that….daddys wants to put that all inside you…….” I imagined her talking back to me. “yes baby….all of it….every inch…..deep inside….” I groaned. “Fuck the shit out of you baby…” I said, pushing my cock down between the little triangle space created by her pussy, and top of her thighs. Pushing my cock between her thighs and along her pussy, I groaned.
“Jesus…” I said not realizing how just this would feel so good.
I moved slowly, fucking between her thighs, and along her pussy, feeling my cock rub against her lips.
“Shit” I groaned, holding onto her hip as I continued, going faster, my hips smacking her butt lightly. “fuck baby….fuck….god…youre so hot baby” I groaned, wishing I could push my cock up inside her, lift her leg and really get my cock up inside her.
“You want daddy to fuck you? huh?” I asked her as she slept looking to her, as she just laid there. “Are you awake?” I asked “Wake up and look at Daddy” I said…I didnt think she was, but I wanted to test it…. “Daddy knows youre awake….just look at daddy…its okay baby….look at me” I whispered. As she just laid there, her mouth parted slightly, breathing normally as she continued to sleep.
I dont know what I was expecting, or what I wanted to happen. But I kept going.
“Mmmm Daddy should wake up his little girl..” I groaned. “Wake you up and tear up that pussy” I groaned fucking the hole between her thighs as pussy.
I groaned feeling myself ready to cum.
“You want Daddy to cum inside you baby, is that what you want?” I asked imagining her talking back to me again. “Yea? You do? You want daddy to put his cum inside you?” I slid my cock back, moving slightly, and pushed my cock along her pussy pushing gently, until I knew the head of my cock was at her tight little hole. I groaned, stroking my cock and then pushed just the head of my cock against her hole, just enough to know my cum would end up inside just the very entrance of her cunt. I closed my eyes, and my mouth fell open, as I unloaded into her. Wanting to groan loudly, knowing how badly I wanted to groan, would wake her up. I silenced myself and nudged the head of my cock a little more against her pussy as I finished.
“shit…” I said moving carefully, sitting up , and standing quickly and looking to her pussy at what I had done.
surely it wasnt deep inside of her enough to get her pregnant? I thought watching my cum leak out of her. It would all leak out of her right? I thought, wondering what the fuck had come over me. Why I would go THAT far, why I’d actually cum inside of my SLEEPING daughter. But as much as I was worried, I had to admit, the sight of my own seed dripping from her hole, was incredibly satisfying.
I grabbed her panties, redressing her, again. Pulling the covers up over her.
I reached out and pushed my hand over her forehead and leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“You made me do a very bad thing baby….” I said in a whisper. “you make daddy do lots of bad things….but I love you baby…so much…” I kissed her forehead again.
“Daddy will be back tomorrow night though, and keep taking care of his baby”
When I woke up the next day I felt my heart pounding, wondering if Emma knew what I had done. What if she wasnt asleep? What if she had woken up and just laid there and let me molest her body? As scared as I was, I promised myself that I was not ever going to do it again. I laid in bed shaking my head. I couldnt. And couldnt believe that I had. I told myself I wasn’t allowed to even think about her in such a way ever again. No. I can’t. I told myself as the thought of me fingering her last night, how tight her pussy was, how she looked so perfect laying there fast asleep as I put my finger in her over and over, cumming all over her perfect cunt. I groaned, feeling my dick move, and reached down beneath the covers and started to stroke my dick.
I closed my eyes and imagined her. “Oh Emma..” I groaned quietly, my wife already out of bed, probably downstairs making us breakfast.
“Ungh,..Emma..” I groaned quietly stroking my cock faster now that it was rock hard at the thought of her. “Daddys girl…” I said to myself remembering her perky tits, and those hard nipples on my tongue. “fuck….daddy wants to fuck you…” I imagined her awake , laying there, legs spread, temping me with her wet cunt. I imagined her telling me to take her, begging for my dick inside her. Imagined her telling me to fuck her virgin pussy. I groaned, jerking myself off, pushing the covers down, laying in bed on my back staring at the ceiling. I closed my eyes again and started to thrust my cock into my own hand, imagining it was her pussy, and not my hand on my cock. I squeezed a little tighter, trying to think of how tight her pussy would feel. I groaned. “Oh emma” I groaned. “Youre going to make Daddy cum..” I groaned. “Im gonna cum in that tight little pussy…that hot teenage cunt…” I groaned. “Daddys going to put his cum deep inside you Emma” I groaned again as I started to cum. I groaned out louder as my cum shot up onto my stomach and chest. “Fuuuuuuuck” I whispered to myself wishing every drop was inside of her, and not on my chest and stomach.
I laid there, my hand falling from my cock as it throbbed.
“Shit” I said, realizing I had made a huge mistake last night. And there was no way I was going to be able to stop thinking about her. And as much as I told myself I’d never touch her like that again , I was still hoping the day would pass quickly, and she’d fall asleep early, so I could touch her again. So I could be a dirty old man, and play with her cunt again. I wondered if I’d ever get the balls to fuck her. To put my cock in her.
I sat up and went to our bathroom and wiped my cum from my chest and stomach, cleaning myself up, and throwing on some pajama pants and a t shirt, and walked downstairs.
Emma and my wife sitting at the table eating breakfast.
“Rise and shine” my wife said.
I smiled. “Good morning” I looked to Emma, who looked up from her cereal and phone and smiled slightly and looked back to her phone.
“Morning Dad” she said as she normally does. I felt my heart race a little less, she didnt seem any different, she must have really been asleep.
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The day had dragged and as I laid in bed with my wife, I thought about Emma. Looking over to my wife who had just fallen asleep. Wishing I was sharing our bed with Emma instead. I felt guilty. If my wife ever found out what I had done, or even if I had any of these thoughts of Emma, instead of her, she’d kill me.
I waited patiently, watching tv in bed, with the volume low, waiting for my wife to fall asleep. And hoping that Emma was too.
I waited an hour or so and then got out of bed, and walked to Emma’s room. My heart beating fast, seeing the light on in her bedroom, hearing the tv going. I turned the door knob and opened slowly, peeking in.
The covers weren’t kicked off yet, but she was on her back, and her eyes were closed. I called her name quietly.
then again. a little louder. And again.
No moving. No reply.
I opened the door further and stepped in quietly and shut the door behind me and locked it.
My dick was already moving in my sleep shorts, thinking about the things I said I wasnt going to do again. She was wearing a loosely fitted grey tank top, that had the side of her breast hanging out one side. I lifted the covers carefully as I got to the bed, pulling them down and off her, and she was wearing a pair of grey cotton boy cut panties. Almost looked like tiny little shorts. I smiled seeing them cling to her just like her panties she had last night. And the thin line her pussy lips created.
My hand automatically went to her pussy, and slid over it, cupping it, rubbing my hand over it, my middle finger sliding up between the slit of her panties, and pushing back down.
I looked at her and moved further up, standing near her face at the side of the bed, and pulled down my shorts from my hips, taking my cock in my hand, and jerking it off near her mouth. Looking at her. Reaching down, and pulling her tank top to the side, pushing the fabric to the middle, between her breasts, letting her one breast hang out, I rubbed the nipple, then lifted my hand to my mouth, licking my fingers, leaving some of my saliva at my finger tips, and reaching down and rubbing it over her nipple. Smiling as I watched her nipple glisten, as I wet it with my saliva. I flicked my finger over her nipple watching it get a little hard. Flicking it more, jerking myself off faster near her face as I continued teasing her nipple with my finger.
“Sexy girl…” I groaned “daddys girl” I said quietly and then stopped playing with her nipple and pushed my hips forward, and carefully placed the head of my cock at her mouth which was slightly parted, testing it…seeing if she would move, or stir in her sleep. She didnt.
I groaned sliding the shaft of my cock along her lips, between them, feeling her soft lips on my cock.
“Oh baby….kiss daddys cock..” I groaned” ungh, yeah….kiss it baby…” I whispered.. “put that pretty mouth all over daddys dick…” I said sliding it back and forth over her mouth. I put my hand on her face and turned it slightly a little more towards me and carefully pushed the head of my cock against her lips again, nudging against her mouth, manipulating her mouth carefully, groaning as the head of my cock was past her lips.
“Fuck” my heart raced, I couldnt believe what I was doing, couldnt believe she wasnt waking up, just laying there, deep asleep as I started to push my cock into her mouth just a little more.
“Good girl…” I said as I slid the head of my cock back out and then back in. I spit in my hand, and reached down, getting the top half of my cock wet and putting it back against her lips, pushing it back between her lips, manipulating them again.
“Oh yeah…” I groaned as the head of my cock slipped right past her lips this time. “Oh god emma…suck daddys cock…” I groaned, carefully, and slowly, only shoving the first inch or so of my cock into her mouth, wanting to put more of it in her…..wanting to make it touch her fucking throat. Wanting her to wake up, choking on my cock. I groaned. My hand on the side of her face, sliding back behind her head as I moved a little faster, still only letting the very top of my cock fuck her mouth.
“That’s it Emma….mmmmm….let daddy fuck that pretty mouth….you gonna make daddy cum? …is my little girl gonna drink it all up?” I groaned looking at her. I stroked my cock with the head of it pressed against her lips, and moved it back slightly as I continued to jerk myself off, aiming my cock at her mouth.
“Daddys good girl…..ungh fuck….daddys gonna cum baby…” I groaned, wondering if the cum hitting her mouth, or the taste of it would wake her. I moved down, and aimed it at her breast instead. And started to blow my load all over her exposed breasts. Watching my cum shoot over her nipple, some getting on her shirt. I grunted as I worked the rest of it out, it felt so good to release again, release my cum all over my hot daughters tits.
“Shit….” I cursed as I leaned over and rubbed the head of my cock over her nipple, in the mess of my cum and then moved back to her mouth, and let the head of my cock graze her lips. I grinned to myself, decorating her mouth, watching my cum coat her lips.
“Taste it baby….taste daddys cum…” I said my dick brushing over her lips and pushing past them a little. I was sick. I was so wrong for this, all of it. But I wanted my cum in her mouth, even if it was just a hint of it. I wanted to make her taste me.
“good girl” I groaned looking down at her still asleep, she moved just slightly and sighed in her sleep , her mouth opening and closing a few times. I froze.
she stayed asleep and I smiled, pulling my sleep shorts up, and again , not cleaning my cum off her, but pulling her tank top back over her breast. I smiled thinking of how it would make her shirt stick to her chest as it dried.
I grabbed her blanket covering her back up, but then stopped, looking at her pussy in her panties that I had barely touched.
“Does Daddys little girl want me to play with her pussy again?” I asked her as if she was awake.
“Did you like when daddy had his finger inside you baby?” I asked as I pushed the covers back to the foot of the bed.
“Mmmmm….” I said, gently sliding my fingertips up the inside of her thigh and then rubbing her panties.
I couldnt stop. I didnt care that I had just cum, and probably couldnt get hard again. I just wanted to touch her, to play with her , to take advantage of my time with her as she slept. I wondered how long I’d stay in her room tonight.
I pushed her legs together slowly, grabbing her panties carefully, pushing the back of them down into the bed, as I carefully removed them, pulling them down from the back, then from the front, then the back again as I slowly pulled them all the way off her legs.
“Mmmm there we go…take these panties off for daddy…show him that sweet pussy…” I said carefully parting her legs again.
“Such a cute little pussy baby…” I said standing on the side of the bed reaching over, rubbing it.
I pushed my middle finger between her lips, sliding it up and down her slit, lifting my finger to my mouth, wetting a few of them, reaching down and rubbing my saliva over her pussy, allowing my fingers to slip nicely up and down her perfect slit.
“There we go…..nice and wet….so daddy can rub his little girl….” I said.
“You like that baby? You like when Daddy touches you down here? You like me touching your pussy sweetheart?…mmmm…daddy likes touching it….yes he does….such a pretty girl…..such a sexy girl too…..” I talked to her as if she could hear me.
“Why dont we try two fingers tonight baby?” I suggested to my daughter, as she laid sound asleep.
“You want Daddy to finger that tight little pussy with two fingers tonight baby?…start stretching that tight little hole out…hmm?” I said teasing at her pussy with the tip of my finger, and pushing it it slowly. Feeling it tight , so tight, around just my one finger. “Mmmm can you even take two fingers….do you put your fingers inside yourself baby? Do you masturbate this little cunt….”I groaned my finger going slightly faster, I could feel, her tight, wet, warm insides around my finger, and as I slid it out, I paired it with my pointer finger, and pushed them both against her hole, and pushed slightly in.
“Oh fuck baby….god youre so tight…” I said pushing them in slightly further. “Does that feel good?” I asked.
I woke up to go to the bathroom, walking through the hall, I saw the glow of her light from her bedroom under the door at the end of the hall.
After using the bathroom I went into her room. As always, ever since she was younger, she always fell asleep with her light on, her tv on, and as always had kicked her covers off onto the floor.
I grabbed the remote from her dresser and turned off the tv. As I walked over to her bed and bent over to pick up her blanket from the floor, as my hand hit the blanket, my eyes wandered from the blanket. to the site of her ass and pussy, hugged tightly by her plain white cotton panties.
She was turned on her side, her ass sticking out, her hands tucked under her head as she slept. I gulped not realizing how close I’d put myself to my own daughters ass and pussy. I froze, staring for too long,much longer than I should have. I should’ve been a good man, and looked away. My fingers tightened around the blanket as I licked my lips, still staring. My eyes travelling up, my head peeking up over her, to watch her still sleeping face.
I kneeled down slowly and stayed there, looking at her ass, looking at her pussy lips, and the thin line the fabric made out lining them.
“Oh Emma” I shook my head, as if blaming my daughter for falling asleep in her own bedroom in her panties and tank top. As if blaming her for the dirty thoughts that started to go through my mind. The thoughts of wanting to see under her panties, the thought of fucking her. My mind skipped dramatically, straight to fucking her. I groaned. How tight she must be I thought. Having never known for her to have a boyfriend. I was pretty sure she was a virgin and the thought of fucking a virgin, made me hard. It made me even harder thinking about how bad I was for imagining taking HER virginity.
I licked my lips again and raised my hand up slowly, sticking one finger out,, placing it ever so gently on the thin line of fabric between her pussy lips, I traced it ever so gently. That was a mistake. Because now my dick was throbbing, and I didnt know if I could bring myself to stop touching her.
“Oh Emma” I said again as I pushed the tip of my finger just the slightest bit harder over her panties.
I stood slowly and groaned at myself for what I was about to, but I couldnt stop myself.
I gently grabbed her hip and moved her onto her back carefully, my heart pounding as I moved her.
I gently lifted her feet apart one by one, carefully spread her legs by her knees, until they were generously spread, enough for to have a nice view of her panty covered little cunt. I stood by the bed, reaching down, letting my finger go back to rubbing the slit of her panties, pressing my finger near the top, rubbing in tiny little circles, wondering if she could feel it in her sleep. Wondering if I could make her pussy nice and wet as she slept. I groaned at the thought of her cunt ready and wet for me, I groaned imagining the tight squeeze of sliding my cock inside her. I’d surely wake her then.
“Oh God Emma….” I said leaning down as I lifted her tank top slowly with my other hand, my other hand still rubbing her pussy as she slept. I shook my head at how beautiful her perky tits were, and kissed her nipples delicately, even though I wanted to suck them hard into my mouth, bite them, tug them, wake her up by her own father abusing her nipples, with his hand between her legs.
I reached my hand to my cock and rubbed it through my sleep shorts, and licked my tongue over one of her nipples and blew on it softly, watching it harden from the cold air. Looking up at her as she still slept soundly, kissing her nipple again, rubbing my cock, while also rubbing her pussy still and flicked my tongue over her hardened nipples.
“Mmmmm Daddy likes your nipples baby” I said talking to her as she slept.
“You like Daddy licking them? Making them nice and hard?” I asked her, with obviously no response, but I didn’t need one. Violating her in her sleep was turning me on to no end, I couldnt believe what I was doing, I knew I shouldnt have been doing it, but it was impossible to stop.
I sucked her nipple gently.
“Mmmm baby” I said against her breast, closing my eyes as I sucked her nipple, stopping to lick around it, letting my tongue lash over it, indulging of the feeling over her hard nipple against my tongue, I noticed my hand rubbing over her panties a little faster, and not as lightly as it was before. I opened my eyes and looked up at her as I quickly stopped.
She was still asleep.
I carefully started to rub her again, letting myself still enjoy her nipples, letting my teeth ever so lightly roll her nipple between my teeth. I groaned wanting to clamp my teeth on her cute nipple and pull.
“Mmmm Emma…Daddy loves you…” I said kissing her nipple. “so much…..so much baby” I licked it again and sucked again, as if I was feeding gently on her breast. “Mmmmmmm” I groaned and felt my hand start to rub her pussy fast, and I froze as she moved ever so slightly with a soft sigh.
Frozen with my hand on her pussy,, and her nipple sucked into my mouth.
I slowly started to suck again, moving my tongue over her nipple and then stopped, and moved carefully onto the bed. Shifting my weight slowly onto the bed as I laid between her legs, and scooted myself up further.
“Do you want Daddys tongue down here now Emma?” I whispered quietly.
“You want Daddy to lick your little pussy?” I whispered to only myself as she slept and leaned forward and dragged my nose up along the slit of her panties, inhaling her, and dragging my tongue over her panties next. Teasing only myself.
“Shhh…just stay asleep baby…” I said as she slightly moved again, her head turning to the other side, I bravely curled my finger around the fabric of the panties that were coverering her pussy, pulling them to the side.
“Oh Emma” I said laying eyes on her perfectly shaven, bare cunt.
“So pink…” I said, rubbing my thumb over her clit that was now in plain view.
“Mmmmm fuck baby… daddy loves you so much “ I said looking up at her sleeping face, her tits rising and falling ever so slightly as she breathed normally.
“Mmmm my little girl..all grown up…” I said before letting my tongue drag from hole to clit. “mmmmmmmmmmmmm” I groaned tasting her. “shit” I said, taking another long slow lick of her delicious cunt.
“Daddy really…really likes how good his baby tastes” I said quietly, licking her again, and then letting my tongue push into her hole slightly, licking it. I groaned, using my thumbs to spread her pussy lips gently, as I dipped my tongue into her a little more.
“Oh baby…please…please dont wake up” I groaned as my mouth went a little more crazy, licking her insides, fucking my daughters pussy with my tongue as she slept. I groaned at how good she tasted.
My dick felt like it would burst if I didn’t put it inside her.
I looked up at her and groaned, knowing I couldn’t possibly. That it just couldnt happen. I groaned again, wanting it so bad. I pushed the tip of my finger against her hole and slowly slid my finger in, the slightest bit at a time.
“Oh my god.” I said to myself feeling how tight her pussy was just around my one finger. “Jesus Emma…” I shook my head.
“You want Daddy to loosen that pussy up baby?” I asked her as she slept, my finger wet as I pushed it in all the way slowly, and back out then back up into her.
“Want Daddy to warm you up, before he stretches you out ?” I groaned
I watched my finger slide in and out of her. “Oh Emma… it’s so tight baby….” I said battling with what was wrong and what was right in my head. You cant fuck her. I told myself. Sure you can. I argued. Why not? She’s asleep…if you’re careful….if you go really slow…she wont wake up. Of course she’ll wake up! There’s no way she won’t wake up! The other voice in my head argued back again. I groaned and continued to finger her slowly.
“Daddy wants to fuck you so bad Emma….” I groaned looking at her tight cunt lose my finger in it as I pushed it up a little further inside her curling it slightly inside her. “Mmmm baby…your pussy would feel so good on Daddys dick…”
I looked up at her, still sleeping, and shook my head to myself, unable to believe what I was doing, how far I’d gotten without her waking, wondering if I’d let myself be greedy, and try to chance it even further by trying to get my dick wet inside of her. I groaned and moved up, lifting my tongue to her clit, as I slid my finger out of her, licking her clit, wondering if my licking her would be making her have a sex dream, she had to feel it, even if she was asleep, it had to be affecting her sleep. And i wondered when she dreamt about having her pussy licked, if shed be imagining me doing it. I started to fantasize about her waking up, and letting me continue because she would think it was still a dream. I fantasized about her wanting this. Her wanting her father violating her while she slept. I licked down her slit and to her hole again.
“I bet you want Daddy to fuck you too, don’t you” I said quietly and carefully sat up, pulling my boxers down, and stroking my dick. Looking down at her pussy as slid my finger back up inside of her with my other hand. Jerking off as I fingered her.
“I love you Emma….god I love you so fucking much…” I said slowly fucking her tight pussy with my finger.
Just the tip. I told myself. Just the tip. Nothing more……… Don’t do it, unless you can control yourself……..Once your dick touches her pussy, you’re not going to be able to stop……… Fuck the shit out of her. Cover her mouth, and slam it in….. I had multiple voices coaching me in my head. And the one telling me to fuck the shit out of her was the one I wanted to listen to most. I imagined it. Just holding my cock at the entrance of the tight hole, and slamming every inch into her. Jolting her awake in pain as I forced her pussy open with my cock, stretching her, tearing into her. I jerked myself off faster. Faster, groaning looking down at her with my finger just resting inside her as I furiously masturbated looking at her body, looking at her legs spread with my finger inside her.
Fuck her. Do it..Fuck her pussy. Imagine that tight pussy wrapped around your cock, squeezing it. So wet. So warm. The perfect little hole. She’ll love it. She’ll wake up scared, but soon be begging for more. The “just fuck her” voice was taking over as I fantasized about fucking her.
“Oh Emma….Daddy wants to fuck you so bad” I groaned jerking myself off. Looking down at her, I slid my finger out and looked at her pussy as she laid there. I kneeled between her legs and pointed my cock towards her delicious, wet, tight little cunt.
“OH Emma” I groaned as I closed my eyes and stroked myself faster, groaning a bit louder as I started to cum. Aiming my load all over her cunt, I opened my eyes, to watch more of it hit her pussy, and start to drip down it. I groaned again at the site of my mess on her, pumping my fist, wanting more of my cum on her, and a few more drops hitting her pussy.
I groaned looking down at my cum on her panties and pussy.
“Daddy made a mess Emma” I said reaching down with a grin, pulling her panties back over pussy, not cleaning it off her.
“Mmmmm” I said leaning down , hovering over her carefully as I kissed each of her breasts again, letting her nipples brush over my lips.
“You made Daddy cum so hard baby” I said looking at her face as she slept and carefully kissed her on her mouth that was slightly parted as she breathed through it.
I smiled to myself as I carefully shifted myself off her and off the bed slowly, and reached over, lowering her tank top back down, and smiling at the cum stain already forming on her panties on the outside, and smiling to myself thinking about my cum on her pussy, thinking about her waking up to find a cum stain in her panties and on the outside. Wondering how it got there. I bent over and picked up the blanket again. Smiling at the fact the blanket had pretty much caused it all.
I lifted it up and put it over her.
“Good night princess.” I said and kissed her forehead, walking towards her bedroom door, taking one last look back at her, with my hand on her light switch, flicking it down as I whispered.
dad who makes us shower together. he tells me he's tired, he's had a long day- he'll wash me if i wash him. i'm hesitant at first, we haven't showered together since i was a kid. im almost fully grown now, we shouldn't. but he looks exhausted, and since mom left, im all he has left. he's probably lonely, how can i say no?
so i agree. he helps me take my clothes off with calloused hands, subtly fondling my chest when he slips my shirt off and then my ass, all under the guise of being a bit clumsy. he'd never do it on purpose, or so he says. i return the favor, only shying away when he's down to his boxers. there's a bulge straining there and the sight makes something warm pool in my tummy.
"don't be shy, kiddo," he coaxes, "it's not weird, im your dad. we used to do this all the time."
i pull his boxers down hesitantly, having to drop to my knees to do so. his cock gets caught on the waistband and almost hits me in the face, a subtle musky scent wafting. it shouldn't make me drool a little, but it does. my tummy feels weird, tingly. dad brings his hand down to pump his cock once, twice before he helps me to my feet.
"c'mon, son," he leads me into the shower after he turns the water to a temperature we both like. the hot water pelts us and i almost forget my dad's behind me until i feel his hands on my hips and his cock pressing against my lower back. fuck, he's big. much bigger than me.
"uh, dad-"
"look at you, all grown up," his voice is rough, his hand moving back to grab my ass and then softly slap it. i can feel my face turning red and i know this is wrong, that he shouldn't be touching me like this. i feel guilty for the wetness that gathers between my legs. "you make your dad proud, kid, you know that?"
he guides his cock between my thighs, the hard length pressing right against my cunt, his hips rocking lazily. "so fuckin' proud, baby. you've always been my favorite out of your siblings, you know that?"
"d-dad, wait- this is wrong," i try to protest, but my cunt feels so good when he grinds his cock against it, and my hips are rocking back and i just can't help it.
"i helped make you, bubs, it's not wrong. you're just thanking me, that's all. bend over for your old man, hm?" it's not like i have a choice. he forces me to bend forward, lining himself up with my dripping entrance and violating my cunt.
even as i struggle, he fucks into me like he's trying to put a baby inside of me. it hurts and feels good at the same time, tears steaming down my cheeks that get lost in the stream of the shower. his hands forcing my hips back, the weight of him pressing against me shouldn't make me squeeze and clench around him. i should be crying harder, trying to force him off of me for the same reason im not. he's my dad, he made me, i should be thankful he's not hurting me. he loves me, said i was his favorite.
his thrusts get sloppier as he reaches his peak and spills a hot, viscous load with his tip pressed against my cervix. it's like i can feel it flooding my womb, and fuck does it feel like heaven. dad doesn't stop fucking me until his cock goes soft, and once it does, he puts a hand between my legs to rub my clit until i cum. he keeps his cock inside of me, twitching and pulsing back to life as my own orgasm washes over me.
"c'mon, son, don't get all tired on me now, huh? the water's still warm. we haven't even gotten clean yet." his hips rut lazily against mine as he grabs the body wash i like and lathers some in his hands, spreading it over what he can reach of my body. the water goes cold by the time we're done and im dripping with cum when i go to bed, praying to god i don't get pregnant.
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i want a dad boyfriend to recreate this with so fucking bad.
Dad teaching me about rape bc he knows what men will want to do to me when they see me and he cant send me out into the world unprepared. Sweet, loving daddy telling me he has an important lesson for me today and asking if I'll be a good girl for him and pay close attention. Nodding "yes daddy" and seeing his gentle face turn darker as he grabs a fistful of my hair and holds my head back while he roughly gropes my bouncy tits and then rips up my shirt while I whine and ask what he's doing. He doesnt answer right away, just shushes me and continues feeling up my body with rough hands, squeezing and slapping my tits, pinching my nipples, holding me in place by my hair. Then he shoves his hand under my skirt, feels the wet spot on my panties and instincts take over. Dad spinning me around, bending me over the nearest object, growling in my ear "stay fucking still and this will hurt less" while he rips my skirt and my panties down around my ankles and pauses for just a moment to take in the sight of my trembling, wet pussy and my round ass presented for him. I'm crying now, "daddy what are you doing? Stop daddy, please, please daddy don't do this to me. Please stop. Why are you doing this to me?" My final question takes him away from staring at my holes and he smacks my ass hard before leaning in and telling me that he's teaching me an important lesson. That I have to learn what boys are going to do to me outside of Dad's house. That I need to learn how to take rape cock here at home before he sends me out in the world where every man will want to take me and fuck me in worse ways than this. "I'm not raising a little cunt that can't take a good fucking," and then Dad listening to my sobbing, sniffling, and crying morph into yelps, moans, screams and squeals when he stands back up and pushes the head of his cock into my tight, wet pussy. Starting out slow but reminding himself that I'm ready to learn what taking cock is really like and shoving the rest of his cock into my too tight cunt while I struggle underneath him. Fucking me hard and rough, stretching me more than I've ever been before, slamming his cock into me while I cry and plead with him to stop. "That's it baby, crying and begging will make them cum harder, you're learning so well." Dad raping me like a whore to prepare me for life in the real world as a pretty girl with tight fuckholes. Cumming inside me because he knows he won't be the last but he can make sure that he's the first. Moving me to the bed after he's finished, kissing the tears from my cheeks and telling me how well I did for my first lesson. "Tomorrow, sweetheart, you'll practice having your mouth fucked just like your pussy. You're such a good girl. Daddy has so much to teach you."
Sukuna had never begged for anything in his life. Not money. Not forgiveness. Not help. Not even when he was twenty and working three jobs while trying to raise a screaming toddler who kept drawing on the walls with permanent marker while Choso slammed doors and screamed that he hated him.
Sukuna handled shit himself. Always. That was why this felt so wrong.
Why it felt like his ribs were cracking open every second you stared at him without saying anything. The apartment was dead quiet except for the rain tapping against the windows. You wouldn’t look at him.
That hurt worse than the yelling did.
Honestly, he wished you’d screamed.
Instead you just stood there near the kitchen counter with your arms wrapped around yourself like if you loosened them for even a second you’d fall apart.
“You done?” you asked quietly.
Sukuna swallowed. His throat actually fucking hurt.
“No.”
Your laugh came out broken. Small. “What else is there to say?”
Everything. Too much. Not enough.
The problem was Sukuna had never learned how to explain himself without sounding angry. Even now, his jaw was tight enough to crack teeth apart. His huge frame stood frozen near the front door like he didn’t know if he was allowed any closer.
Because he probably wasn’t. The image kept replaying in his head. You're calling him over and over. Him ignoring every single fucking call like an idiot. The bar and Yorozu hanging all over him.
His arm around her waist because he was drunk and pissed and stupid and wanted to hurt you after the fight.
And then your face when you walked in.
Jesus Christ.
He’d seen people die before and somehow that look still haunted him worse.
“I said I was sorry,” he muttered hoarsely.
You finally looked at him then. Red eyes. Wet cheeks. “Sorry doesn’t erase it.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” your voice cracked. “Because I don’t think you get it, Sukuna.”
His stomach twisted violently hearing his name like that.
Not Ryo.
Not even Ryomen.
Just Sukuna. Cold and distant, as if you were referring to a stranger.
“You embarrassed me,” you whispered. “You humiliated me.”
His chest caved inward.“I know.”
“You made me feel stupid for loving you.”
That one physically made him flinch, actually flinch. You noticed too because your face crumpled for half a second before hardening again. Good. He deserved it.
Sukuna dragged a hand down his face hard enough to redden the skin. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“That’s the problem.”
Silence.
The constant drum of rain, the sound of your uneven breathing. He couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t fucking breathe in it.
“You think I wanted her?” he snapped suddenly. “You think I looked at her like I look at you?”
“You had your hands all over her.”
“Because I was angry!”
“And that makes it better?!”
“No!” His voice thundered through the apartment before he caught himself. You stepped back instinctively, tbat nearly killed him. The second he noticed fear flash across your face he looked sick with himself.
“...fuck,” he whispered.
You wiped your eyes aggressively. “I think you should leave.”
“No.”
Your head jerked up. “No?” you repeated in disbelief.
“I’m not leaving till you hear me out.”
“There’s nothing to hear!”
“There is for me.” His voice cracked on the last word, actually cracked. You both froze. Sukuna looked almost startled by it himself, like his own desperation disgusted him. His fists clenched so hard his tattoos stretched over his knuckles.
“You think this is easy for me?” he asked quietly. “You think I know how to do this shit?”
“You should’ve thought about that before–”
“I know!” he barked.
Then softer, broken. “I know.”
God, he looked awful.
Not physically. Sukuna always looked intimidating no matter what. Six foot something of muscle and sharp edges and dark eyes.
But emotionally? He looked ruined. Hair messy from shoving his hands through it nonstop. Eyes bloodshot. Hoodie half soaked from the storm outside because apparently he hadn’t even bothered with an umbrella when he chased after you.
“You didn’t even come home,” you whispered.
His face twisted because that was the worst part. You’d waited for him, called him, texted him. And he’d ignored every single one because he’d been angry after your argument and wanted to “win.”
God, he hated himself.
“I know.”
“That whole night I thought maybe something happened to you.” Tears spilled faster now. “I was terrified.”
His breathing stuttered.
Then you laughed bitterly. “And then I walk in and see you with another girl.”
Sukuna looked like someone had punched him directly in the throat.
“She didn’t matter.”
“But I did,” you whispered. “And you still did it.”
That shut him up, because you were right. Completely right. The silence stretched so long it became unbearable.
Then finally–
“I don’t know how to lose you.”
Your eyes flickered. Sukuna stared at the floor like the words physically hurt to say. “I don’t know how to do that.”
His voice had gone rough. Not angry rough, raw rough.
“I’ve lost damn near everybody else in my life. Parents. Friends. People leave. Shit happens. Fine.” His jaw tightened. “But you…”
He looked at you finally.
And God.
You’d never seen him look afraid before. Not truly afraid.
“I can’t fucking do that with you.”
Your face wavered. Sukuna noticed immediately and stepped closer before stopping himself halfway like he didn’t trust his own body anymore.
“You’re all over this place,” he whispered desperately. “You’re in my routines. My brothers love you. Yuji asks for you before bed every damn night. Choso tells you shit he won’t tell me. Your stupid hair ties are all over my bathroom. Your coffee order’s stuck in my head permanently.”
He laughed once. Humorless. “I see somethin pink in a store and think of you automatically. That’s sick.”
A tear slid down your cheek.
“I fucked up,” he said shakily. “I know I did.” His breathing got uneven. “And I swear to God I’ll spend every day makin up for it if you let me.”
You stayed quiet. And that silence was making him unravel. Sukuna took another step forward, then another, until he was right there. Close enough that you could see his hands trembling.
Sukuna.
Trembling.
“I don’t know how to beg,” he admitted quietly. “So if I’m shit at this, that’s why.”
Your lips parted slightly. Then his voice dropped even lower.
“But please.”
The word sounded painful, like glass in his throat.
“Please don’t leave me over the worst mistake I ever made.”
You looked down immediately because your eyes filled too fast. Sukuna panicked. Actually panicked. His hands hovered near you before gripping his own wrists instead.
“Fuck– no, don’t cry, baby, please–”
“You made me cry!”
“I know, I know, I know–”
His words stumbled over each other desperately. You’d never seen him like this.
Never.
Sukuna was the kind of man who got angry when he got hurt. The kind that buried feelings so deep they turned poisonous.
But now? Now he looked like he was drowning right in front of you.
“You don’t understand,” he whispered. “I’ve been outside this apartment for an hour tryin to figure out how to make you stay.”
Your chest tightened painfully. “I almost didn’t come up,” he admitted. “Thought maybe you’d be happier if I disappeared.”
Your head snapped up immediately. “Don’t say that.”
His eyes softened instantly at your reaction. There you were, still caring, even now. That nearly destroyed him all over again.
“I love you,” he said suddenly.
You froze.
Sukuna almost never said it first. Almost never said it at all. But now the words were falling out of him uncontrollably.
“I love you so fucking much it makes me sick sometimes.” His voice shook. “You think I touched her because I wanted her? I did it because I knew it’d hurt you and I was angry and stupid and selfish.”
His face twisted in disgust at himself.
“And the second I saw your face I wanted to rip my own fucking arm off for touching her.”
Your breath hitched.
“I know sorry isn’t enough,” he whispered. “I know that.”
Then finally–
The thing that broke you completely.
Sukuna reached for your hand carefully. Tentatively, like he thought you might pull away. And when you didn’t? His entire body visibly sagged in relief.
“Please,” he whispered again. Not angry, not proud, just desperate.
“Tell me how to fix this.”
.
.
.
Will you forgive him?
I was listening to "Players Prayer" by Lloyd, and it inspired me to write something new. It’s definitely different from my usual style, but please thank the weather and the assignments and exams I have piled up for this weeeek :'( I'd honestly forgive sukuna bc i'm so downbad for him, but wat about u guuuys?
