Just wanted to say that I recently discovered your dad!Toji fics and I'm in love omggg the way you write is so hypnotic and hot, it's toxic and delicious in the best way. You've got a gift for writing these dark topics fr. I'm so glad to come across your account, I can't wait to read more of your works ~
soooooo im kinda obssessed with uncle toji, my pussy has been sobbing after i read it
idk if youre up to keep on writing about him, so i thought maybe priest nanami? or priest higuruma maybe, idk. something nasty n filthy ♡
sorry this took so long, but yes!!!
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🌸 TW: (nasty) priest!Nanami, sacrilege, hair pulling, unprotected sex in church, praise kink ("good girl" etc), dom!Nanami
🌸 WC: 930
🌸 AU: You always arrive at church 1 hour before service and as far as your family knows, you're "helping" out Father Nanami.
“F-Fuck— K-Kento!” you gasp, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
His grunt is loud amidst his loud, heavy breathing. His hold on your hair tightens. His hips slap harder against your ass.
Rearing your head back with the hair tightened around his fist, he leans down to press his cheek to your temple, growling your name.
“Squeeze me, little one. Fuck, yeah, that’s it now, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
Your back is arched. Your throat is bared. Your legs are shaking. Fingers curling, clawing at the stained glass window, you feel a tight coil pooling in your lower stomach.
“You’re so close, baby,” Father Nanami groans in your ear, his hips unrelenting. “So wet and tight. Y’hear yourself?”
On top of his loud breathing in your ear, you can hear the sloppy pounding of Kento’s cock hammering your pussy. It’s loud. Lewd. Sexy.
Your cunt tightens.
The priest chuckles gruffly in your ear. Letting out a deep breath, he restrains himself and stops fucking you. Unexpectedly, you let out a whine, just as he lets go of your hair and tugs on your elbow.
You’re sweating, eyes glazed and panting as you pout at the man. Especially when he slips his hard cock out of your sopping pussy.
But he turns you around and pushes you back against the glass stained window, his hands reaching between your legs. A shocked gasp escapes your mouth when he bends slightly and simply lifts your legs, letting them rest on his forearms.
Dark eyes on yours, he tilts his hips slowly, the tip of his cock dragging from your clit down to your gaping hole that’s aching to be filled by him again. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he watches you take him in again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Mm, good girl,” Kento praises in a moan when he buries himself completely in your tight orifice.
His dark eyes burn with carnal desire, his gaze itself so sinful as he watches you moan and twitch with every thrust of his hips.
In the confines of his office, the keeper and protector of the church, Nanami Kento is supposed to be preparing for mass later.
Yet when you knock quietly on his door and show up in that cute summer dress that he knows you wore for him, he couldn’t help but to give in to his lust.
May God forgive him.
“K-Kiss me, Father,” you whimper, almost begging.
Kento leans down, his hot breath mingling with yours before he takes possession of your lips. He kisses you like a man starved, his grunts meeting your moans, his tongue mapping the inside of your familiar wet cavern.
Your thighs tighten around his waist and he knows you’re close. Your pussy is squelching around him, and he doesn’t doubt that you’ve created a ring of creamy mess at the base of his cock. You’re always so messy whenever he fucks you.
Kento speeds up his pace, pumping his cock roughly into you, the smacking of his hips against your ass loud in the room. Your cunt clenches down on him and he drowns himself in your warm tightness.
Your head tilts back, thumping on the window. Unable to keep up with the kiss, you moan into Kento’s mouth. He tilts his head and rests his forehead on your temple.
“Gonna cum for me, little one?” he grunts out, voice low and rough. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight, baby. Cum for me.”
You whimper, thighs trembling uncontrollably now, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Oh, fuck. G’na cum in you, baby,” Kento groans, his hips snapping like he is an animal in heat. He keeps his eyes pinned on your perfectly fucked out face. “G’na fill you up, my perfect little girl. Fuck! Yes, take it. Take it all, baby.”
You cry out when he rams into you, so hard and so fast that your orgasm crashes down on you like a falling building at the face of a cataclysmic wave.
“Oh, shit, baby, fuck!” the priest curses as your tight pussy convulses around him, body spasming in his arms.
Milking him of all his seed, he fills your quivering hole with warm cum. It takes you a long time to stop hearing the ringing in your ears. But when you do, you notice the sound of liquid dripping onto the wooden floorboards.
Kento lifts himself up slowly and takes a glance down at the floor. When he looks at you, so handsome and sweaty with a chastising look on his face, he feels your walls fluttering around his cock.
“Always so messy, little one,” he tuts.
At service later, Kento is standing at the altar in front of a line of the congregation, handing out communion. The moment your mother in front of you walks away with a piece of bread and a small cup of juice, thanking him, you lock eyes with the priest.
His eyes immediately darken, an involuntary visceral reaction at the sight of you. Your thighs, still sticky with his cum seeping through your panties, squeeze together briefly.
You stand before him, looking up at him through your lashes. He gazes down at you, features set in a tight expression.
“The body and blood of Christ,” his low voice rumbles out as his apprentices hold out the silver plate of bread and a matching tray of small cups with grape juice.
You take one each and bow your head, eyes never leaving him as you murmur, “Amen. Thank you, Father Nanami.”
Description: Just a “short” little drabble about Optimus accidentally triggering his more… organic characteristics.
Contents: Female Reader, Size Kink, Mentions of Masturbation, Heat/Rut Dynamics (kinda), No Prep (lol), Use of “Little One”, Breeding Kink (kinda)
Word Count: 3327
Author’s Note: Uhhhhh yeah, I don’t know the exact details of the mechanics of this story… The main idea is that he gets affected by an ancient Cybertronian artifact and it makes him go all primal. Also please pretend that he can fit inside a garage (and you). I hope you enjoy my silly little thoughts, even though my writing skills are a bit rusty, and check out @/raspberrighost’s artworks for the size scaling I had in mind (they’re beautiful).
“It has been… torturous. I feel akin to a beast in heat. I am not used to these feelings of carnal desire; these unending lecherous fantasies that plague my processor.”
“Whatever you think you need to get through this, I’ll provide it. I told you I would always be on your side, Optimus. And I didn’t just mean in the war.”
Something’s going on with Optimus.
Ironhide and Ratchet wouldn’t tell you what it was - only that he was a little under the weather, that he needed some time to be fixed up, and that you needed to leave him alone. They instructed you to leave him alone in the garage where he’s been cooped up, and that no matter what: never go inside.
The two inexplicably left together the next day, on the hunt for something to “reverse the effects before they got worse”. Whatever that meant. It certainly didn’t appease your worries in the slightest.
You tried being patient, you tried to follow instructions. You tried to ignore the deep grunts and low rumbles and the unending hum of machinery that you could hear even inside the house.
But by the seventh day, you were fed up and out of your mind with concern.
You lingered outside the locked garage, trying to beg your way inside.
“I’m not opening the door.” He growls out, voice strained. “Leave.”
“Optimus…” You start. He can visualize your pout, and it makes him groan. “I haven’t seen you in over a week, I’m worried.”
His voice is tense as he grunts out your name. After a long silence, he continues with a little more gentleness. His demeanour softens as he lets out a sigh. "I know you missed me, little one, but I'm fine. Please, I need you to leave."
"I don't believe that. Just once, I want to see you once." You mumble sweetly, he can hear the upset in your tone, and it makes him weak.
There's another moment of silence as he speaks up again.
"I don't want you to see me like this." He seems to hesitate before saying, "Just go. Please." You can hear his breaths come out in deep sighs, his mechanics whirring on overdrive, and… something else? Something… slick in the background.
“Optimus?” You mutter again. “C’mon, don’t do this. Just let me in.”
"Don’t. Don't say my name like that." A growl. A few pants. There's a hint of desperation and pleading in his words this time. "I’m fine. Just listen to me. I need you to leave. Now."
You really don’t like how constrained he sounds. What was going on?
"You don't sound okay. Please," You whisper, voice soft and pleading, "let me in.”
“I- for Primus’s sake.” He huffs out.
The clanking of metal. The churn of his gears. Footsteps. The lock clicking.
Your heart begins to race as you realize you were finally going to get to see him again.
The metal divider folds up, and his hulking frame looms over you.
You take a quick assessment.
He’s a little more bulky than you remember, his figure wracked with heaving breaths, the metal of his plates glinting. Glinting? With what? Autobots don’t sweat. They also usually don’t have a…
You gulp, eyes trained on the area between his tibulen, where a leaking shaft now resided.
A growl rumbles in his throat before he wraps his digits around your waist, trying his best to be gentle despite his condition. Your figure was so different than his own, the soft curves of your body completely opposite to his hard angles. The feeling of your delicate frame in his hand makes another wave of arousal wash over him. He lifts you up close to his face as he closes the garage door again, and you’re flooded in darkness as he slumps on the ground.
There's something strangely... exhilarating about being treated like this by him.
His servo releases its grip on you, flattening out for you to sit on, and you quickly settle in his palm. Your concern for him takes over your attention once more. You reach up to touch the cold, smooth metal of his cheek plate, caressing him gently with your thumbs.
"What’s going on?"
A shiver runs down his spine as your touch causes him to let out a low rumble. Your sweet voice and scent surround his senses, and it fills his processor with filthy, inappropriate thoughts of you wrecked underneath him.
"I told you to stay away..."
"Well, I'm here anyways," You whisper gently, refusing to let his gruff demeanour scare you away. "I want to help."
Optimus’s next words are laboured as he leans back against the wall, trying his best to control his urges while keeping you cradled in his hand.
"There’s nothing you can do.”
“Then at least tell me what’s happening. I’m worried.”
“We found a cube… Its origins are from Cybertron, although we don’t know how it managed to land on Earth yet.” Each word reverberates around you, his baritone deep enough to make your very core tremble. “Ratchet hypothesized that it could upgrade us… that it could imbue us with Cybertron’s energy, and help us in the war.”
“But..?”
“But… all it did was change my form… change me.”
You dare to look down, taking in the large mechanical rod, leaking lubricant with every pulse.
“Is that why…?”
“Yes.” He growls out. “It has been… torturous. I feel akin to a beast in heat. I am not used to these feelings of carnal desire; these unending lecherous fantasies that plague my processor.”
An unusual heat simmers in his fuel lines, his cables, his entire frame. His vents are working overtime trying to cool him down while he imagines the things he could do to you, the ways he could take you.
“It is not ideal for you to remain here much longer. I fear my self-control is withering.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone, Optimus. I don’t want you to suffer.” You earnestly protest, flashing him the most pleading expression that you could muster up as you sat up on your knees, eyes wide and doey.
“I am suffering more now than I have all week. You are tempting me to be uncouth.” The disdain he tries to imply is lost between the obvious need that rolls off his glossa.
His optics scan over you, taking in the way you’re sitting so prettily in his servo, so damn small. His brain module is already imagining the size difference in intimate moments, how he could so easily overpower you, have you at his mercy.
But, no. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t do that to you.
With all the strength he can muster, he lowers his hand, placing you back onto the ground.
“Leave, little one.”
You’re not so easily deterred.
With a bit of effort, you manage to climb up onto one of his tibulen, seating yourself on the smooth metal plate.
Optimus makes no move to stop you, only watching with rough breaths, his vocalizer filling the space with static.
His servos move with a processor of their own once you settle, shaking from the effort of holding back as they come to rest on your thighs. As large and powerful as they have the capability of being, they are surprisingly gentle as they knead your softness, his thumb even going so far as to push up the hem of your shirt.
“You humans are so stubborn…” He scolds, but his shaky tone betrays him once again.
He can feel the warmth of your skin against his sensors, his rod twitching again as another wave of lust short-circuits him.
His sensibilities are fading alarmingly fast, his hands fully slipping under your shirt to cup your waist – skin to steel. The feeling of your body under his touch is making his systems go haywire, and Primus, he needs more.
His optics darken, focusing on you, and he easily shifts you to properly straddle his thigh.
He completely dwarfs you, surrounds you, bod wracked with heaves as his vents try to counteract the pure heat radiating from his spark.
“Whatever you think you need to get through this, I’ll provide it. I told you I would always be on your side, Optimus. And I didn’t just mean in the war.” Your voice is soft as you offer yourself up to him, trying your best to sound just the right amount of sweet and alluring.
As generous as you’re being, it’s not without any selfishness of your own.
You had long harboured feelings for the Autobot. His compassion, his wisdom, his strength, his size – all of it had made your knees buckle and your core burn hot since the first encounter. Many nights you had stayed up late, hand sliding beneath your soaking panties as you imagined him above you; imagined his voice rumbling through your frame as he folded you in half, pleasing you. Ruining you.
It was a fantasy you had accepted would never come to be. Optimus was too busy with the war, too sensible to get involved with a human, and he didn’t have the right parts, anyway. Except, now he did.
And Primus, was it the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
Sturdy and metallic, shiny and sleek. And so, so thick. It looked like it was made to stretch you out, to nudge at your cervix and press against every spot imaginable in your tiny little cunt. You could already imagine him struggling to slide it in, although with the amount of fluid leaking from the slit, it might not even be a struggle at all.
“Are you truly not intimidated by the implication of your proposition?” His deep voice lumbers, his grip on your hips tightening every so slightly, as if a warning.
He was so much bigger – stronger than you in every way imaginable – but instead of being afraid, you just shook your head, hands boldly reaching for the hem of your shirt and tugging it off. You know he would never hurt you, even with the heat in his spark and the lust in his cables, you trusted him completely.
His optics went wide at your sudden toplessness, his processor freezing at the sight of your soft chest, now exposed. There’s a burning sensation in his chassis, his spark flaring in his chest as his reservations completely deplete.
His shaft begins to ache in a way he’s never experienced before, the sensors that reside there so desperate for friction that his hips involuntarily rut up into the air, shifting his thigh under you. You squeak at the sudden movement, your own thighs clamping around him to stabilize yourself, and you moan as your core slides against his plate.
He groans, his modulator letting out a thundering baritone sound as he lifts you by your hips, setting you down on the garage floor and following your form. He climbs over you, completely covering your body with his, hovering over you on his knee guards.
“You are so…” His vernacular escapes him, the image of you under him – cheeks darkened, eyes blown, and tits out – is the only thing in his helm.
He doesn’t know if he wants to call you foolish or ravishing.
“I’d do anything for you, Optimus.” You declared, the adrenaline and desire pumping through your veins giving you an audacity that you didn’t know you possessed. “You should know that.”
“What is it that is making you say such things? Loyalty?” He questions in a grumble, his servos pinching at your bottoms, wondering if he should just rip them off. But despite how unnaturally turned on he is at the moment, he won’t take advantage of your strange, unwavering devotion to him.
“I just… want you. And I know you want me too, even if it’s just until this passes. You can use me.”
His spark flares in his chest so hard he fears it might burn out at your audacious words.
“Primus.” He growls, actually growls, like some type of heat-crazed animal.
He doesn’t need any more encouragement, his digits pulling at your pants, the flimsy fabric giving way easily to his strength until your underwear is revealed to him. His optics darken at the noticeable wet patch in the cotton, his processor blanks, and his rod drips out even more lubricant.
The tip of his finger prods at your covered folds, dragging over your puffy clit and nudging at your twitching entrance as he watches with rapt attention.
You squirm from the sensation, way more worked up than you wanted to let out, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper as your hips chase his touch.
“Stay still.” Optimus commands, his other servo moving to hold you in place, large enough to cup both your waist and thigh.
His finger slips underneath your underwear, and you let out the most pornographic moan of your life when he actually presses against your sensitive bud, circling and rubbing.
“Op–Optimus…” You mewled out, knees bending and shifting as you tried to cope with the blissful sensations he was blessing you with.
His finger hooks around the seat of your panties, tugging them down your legs and off your ankles until you’re completely bare under him, trembling and needy.
"I have never felt desire this powerful until I met you." He states, his voice rough with need as his optics scan you. “Do not think it is just your body I am wanting.”
He's still being gentle, hyper-aware of the power he holds over you, the potential to accidentally hurt you. But the lust coursing through him is making it harder and harder to hold back.
“Tell me… how is it that humans copulate?” He questions in a low rasp. He wants to do this right, even if, for some reason, his instincts are telling him to just force his shaft inside your tiny body and mount you until you’re bred.
“I– there isn’t exactly a specific way… Just do what you want.”
“What I want? What I want is to have you wrapped around my rod as I claim your body as mine.” He confesses, still hovering over you, pushing your knees up to your chest and watching your fluttering hole drool with anticipation.
You gulp. It’s sort of hitting you now just how large he actually is, wondering if you’ve bitten off more than you can chew – more than you can manage to take.
Both of his servos hook underneath your knees, holding your thighs down, keeping you folded in half for him.
Holy shit. This is actually happening.
You let out a pathetic whimper when his cock slides across your puffy little cunt, the metal shaft nestled between your folds and resting on your twitching clit.
You’re so tiny and delicate beneath him, and the primal urges he’s been fighting all week ultimately winning the battle against his decorum. His systems burn hot at the thought of it – fucking into that tight little hole of yours until he's spilling deep inside of you, leaving his mark where no one else will ever know again.
His hips rock forward, slit leaking lubricant that gets spread all over your pretty pussy, his voicebox letting out static and groans that reverberate in the garage.
His helm tips back with a low, ragged moan. His optics temporarily go offline, his entire body shuddering with relief and ecstasy as he finally feels the friction he’s been needing, sensors overloading his capacities.
“Oh my God– Optimus…” You weakly call out, feeling his rod cant against you, your insides clenching around nothing.
Your breath catches when you feel the head of his shaft catch on your entrance, almost slipping inside.
“W-wait– what about prep?”
“Prep?” He repeats in a grumble, his hips continuing to move.
Your lips part to explain the concept of foreplay to him, but it’s too late. A squeal escapes you as he pushes into your velvety walls, your cunt clenching around the unexpected intrusion. It’s only the tip, but Primus you’re already being so stretched.
“Optimus–” You squeak out, all words escaping your diction as you try to breathe through the stinging. “W-wait,”
The Autobot immediately stills, optics scanning your face and recognizing discomfort. He can feel the way your body tenses beneath him, your tightness clamping down on his rod.
“Sorry, little one.” He apologizes, voice rough but still soft-spoken. One of his servos moves, heading between your thighs so that the pad of his thumb digit can rub against your twitching clit – he thinks he saw something on the internet once that it would help. His other fingers curl around your backside, providing you with stability as he lifts your hips up just slightly.
Immediately, you mewl, walls fluttering again as your hips wriggle from the pleasure. Optimus deliberately leaks more lubrication directly into your hole, trying to make the glide easier.
“May I try again, now?” He asks for permission, still gently toying with your twitching bud.
“Mm… Mhm…” You nodded, now only capable of making whiny noises. You’re already so wrecked, and he hasn’t even truly begun.
He pulls back slightly, then lets out a low groan as he pushes forward again, this time sinking deeper into your silky depths. He repeats the motion, staying patient and clement until he’s fully sheathed inside, his crotch pressed to yours.
You’re still pulsing around him, a mixture of your slick and his fluid dripping around his shaft and down your ass.
God, you’re so full. It’s incomprehensible. You can feel him in your lungs, nestled so deep inside that there’s no part of your pussy his cock isn’t pressed against. It’s hard to breathe, to think, to do anything but savour the way he’s found home and heaven in your cunt.
You’re so tight, so warm, and so perfect around him. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible. He continues to let your body adjust to him, trying to keep his focus on soothing you with his thumb instead of ravaging you.
Once you relax a bit, you whisper out a quiet “okay”, knowing that his audials would pick up on your meek assent without an issue.
He gives a slow roll of his hips just to feel how perfectly you take every inch of him; groaning softly when those sweet walls clench down on his shaft like they never want to let go again.
“You feel so good around me, little one.” His voicebox crackles out, and it takes every single ounce of power he has to not slam himself into your tiny frame.
He’s desperate to have more of you, to just keep you under him, to just keep you close as he fucks you with the restraint of a saint.
He can feel the way your body just trembles against him, the way you tighten around him as he moves, his shaft dragging against your walls every time he pulls out just to slide back in.
His processors feel like they’re fraying. He can barely think straight, not when he's buried inside of you, allowing that burning ecstasy to overtake his systems. The only thing he can feel is the heat of your body, the hot pressure of your walls around him.
His thrusts start to get slightly faster; lewd, wet sounds ringing out as he makes your pussy gush. He wants to keep this good for you, but there’s an indescribable, all-consuming need deep in his core that tells him to keep going until he properly claims you.
You’re letting out babbled moans and shaky whines, caught off guard with the new pace, but you’re too weak to do anything but take what he gives you. You wouldn’t protest anyway. Not when it feels this good. Not when you’re the one who offered yourself up to him.
You’re so undeniably ruined, stuffed to the brim, all twitches and whimpers as he replaces any thoughts in your head with fuzz.
He can’t wait to have you full of his completion, his seed. He can’t wait to see if it’ll take. He can’t wait to keep you all to himself.
He hopes he can retain this form forever, so there’s not another day he has to go without experiencing the primal bliss of your body underneath his.
i hope you guys enjoyed!! this was just meant to be a drabble but i got wayyyy too into it lol.
dad!toji who just wants to spend father’s day with his precious daughter.
but instead you had to go and make plans with your friends, leaving him to spend the day alone in front of the tv with a case of beer at his feet.
you didn’t even think twice when you’d pranced into the living room in an outfit no father should let his daughter wear out of the house. you gave him a little spin to show off before stating that your friends were there to pick you up and that you’d be home late.
it was in that moment toji realized just how spoiled he’d let his little girl become.
dad!toji who stays up later than he has in a long time, waiting patiently for you to return home from the bars. he’s sporting a nice buzz that keeps him awake until you bust through the front door at 3 am. you’re in a fit of giggles, stumbling around and trying to take your shoes off so you can tiptoe to your room.
you let out the cutest shriek in surprise when toji clears his throat, you didn’t expect him awake at this hour.
“hi daddy,” you smile, oblivious to the anger simmering beneath the surface of his calm exterior.
“hey babygirl, you have fun tonight?” toji asks slowly. he takes another swig of his beer as you make your way over to him.
dad!toji who slings an arm around your waist when you fall into him on the couch, all your drinks from the night hitting you at once.
maybe that’s why your mind hardly registers it when your dad’s hand dips down, sliding over the globe of your ass before giving it a squeeze.
“i said, did ya have fun?” toji repeats himself.
“mmhmm, was sooo fun,” you nod into his chest. he smells good.
dad!toji who delivers a smack to your ass so hard that you let out a scream, your lashes immediately becoming wet with tears.
“you’re a spoiled fuckin’ brat, you know that?” he punctuates his sentence with another slap that you’ll likely see a bruise from in the morning.
“i’m sorry!” you cry. your hands grip onto toji’s shirt for purchase as you curl in even closer to him.
you find comfort from the pain in the same hands that inflicted it as toji gently caresses your stinging skin, eliciting a soft sigh of relief from you.
“you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for,” toji tuts, disappointed.
dad!toji who decides he needs to discipline his daughter for the first time in a long time. he grabs you abruptly, wrangling your body until you’re bent over his lap with your tiny skirt flipped up to give him a perfect view.
your butt is already red, the flesh tender from his earlier abuse but the best part is the little white panties you have on. they’re hugging your pussy lips so snug he gets a clear view of the outline of your cunt—and the obvious wet patch in the middle of them.
he rubs the damp spot, humming thoughtfully. “this from me teachin’ you a lesson?”
you shake your head rapidly, letting out a defiant yet weak, “uh-uh.”
another loud crack rings out as toji’s hand collides with your ass again.
“fuck! dad, that hurts,” you whine, though you don’t move. you don’t fight his hold on you as he pins you in place, you don’t kick your feet or scratch at him or try to squirm away.
“watch your fuckin’ mouth,” toji spits, “it’s supposed to hurt cause you hurt your daddy’s feelings today.” his tone is serious enough to snap you out of your drunken haze for a moment. in your split second of sobriety you don’t feel an ounce of shame for the position you’re in—instead you feel panic.
you worry about the fact that your father really is upset with you.
“running around like this…” he tousles your skirt, “getting drunk with your little friends and coming home late. leaving your dad all alone on father’s day.”
your heart sinks.
your lip wobbles and salty droplets start to fall from your glassy eyes. how could you be so inconsiderate?
“i’m sorry! i’m so sorry, daddy, really.”
dad!toji who softens the minute he hears your voice crack. this is why you’re so damn spoiled—he can’t bring himself to go through with any of his punishments.
that’s how he ends up pulling those white panties down your thighs, smiling at the way you shift your legs apart for him, giving him an even better sight.
your pussy is just so fucking wet. two fingers slide along your slit and when toji pulls them away he lets out of deep groan at the string of slick that’s connected to him.
“you always get this wet?” toji questions, his whole hand now rubbing up and down gently, grazing over your clit and your aching hole with each pass. “or just for your dad?”
you shudder when he prods at your entrance, his fingers dipping just past that ring of resistance before sliding back out—teasing you.
“thought i taught you to answer me when im speaking to you,” toji quips before pulling his hand away completely.
your head whips around as you whimper at the loss, wiggling your hips to try and get toji to touch you again.
he does. only he slaps you again, hard. and this time his calloused palm lands right on your cunt.
it hurts so bad but the impact still rips a loud moan from your throat. “fuck, yes! just for you, no one else.”
dad!toji who rewards you by stuffing two fingers into your needy pussy, relishing in the way it flutters around them. your silky walls are clamping down around him so tight that he has half a mind to fuck you right then and there.
but he’s always put his babygirl first, that’s just part of being a good parent. so his thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles on it with a rhythm so steady it’s almost cruel.
dad!toji who doesn’t stop fingering you until you’re shaking over his lap, a choked sob escaping you as you squirt all over his hand.
his cock is painfully hard and aching to be freed. but just when toji’s about to push you off of him so he can pull down his pants, he hears the tiniest snore come from you.
dad!toji who’s spoiled his daughter long enough that he decides it’s time to spoil himself for a change.
just because his sweet girl passed out doesn’t mean he can’t still sink his cock into her… right?
he’ll be so gentle! in the morning you won’t even know that your dad also fucked you after he made you cum on his fingers.
well, unless you notice the rest of his cum leaking out of you the next day.
dont know if you’re continuing uncle!toji but can the next part be them secretly doing it while her parents are oblivious
I do have thoughts of continuing uncle!Toji. But I kind of want to stretch out that non-penetrative sexual tension for as long as I can LOL but yessss thanks for your suggestion, anon. Look out for the next part!
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🌸 TW: (FAUX)INCEST (uncle/niece), sleazy uncle!Sukuna feeling you up, dirty talk, shy!reader (early to mid 20's)
🌸 WC: 1.9K
🌸 AU: Your uncle thinks you need to come out of your shell a little bit.
🌸 AC: Thanks for planting this seed, anon!
Sukuna smirks when he notices your eyes almost bulging out of their sockets as they drop to his defined abs.
And the moment he pulls his shirt up to reveal his chest, you turn almost pink as you snap your head to the side so you’re not staring.
Cute.
“We have guests, Sukuna, jeez!”
You turn to your father berating his brother for his indecency, especially when your younger brother’s friends are running amok at home. Not to mention their parents mingling and chatting outside.
You take a peek at your uncle to see him glancing at you, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“I’m your guest too, you know,” he mutters. “And your child was the one that soiled my shirt.”
“Just wear the fucking shirt.” Your father slaps a dress shirt on his chest.
“Cursing in front of the children,” Sukuna clicks his tongue mockingly.
At this point, your father has already left the room. You turn to your uncle and see him pulling the shirt off the hanger and unbuttoning it. He glances up at you, his eyes searing hot as they land on you.
“You’re fine with Uncle Kuna being shirtless, right?”
You blush, not sure if it’s because he used the childish name you used to give him when you were eight, or because of what he said. Or maybe even because he’s topless and so damn handsome even as he fits his muscular tattooed arm into the sleeve of your father’s shirt.
Understanding that he’s looking for an answer, you nod your head meekly, still gaping at him as he gets dressed.
The sharp corner of his lips turn up into a smirk. As he slowly buttons up the top, he makes a show of running his eyes down your body.
His niece looks good in that yellow summer dress. The colour of it against your skin. The way it fits on your body. Sukuna almost wants to bite his lip and groan, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head.
Instead, he settles on nodding at your dress and saying, “Like that colour on you.”
Dropping your gaze, hoping that somehow alleviates the redness of your face, you murmur, “Thanks, Uncle Sukuna.”
“Uncle Kuna,” he corrects teasingly, using the term you used for him when you were a kid.
He laughs when you let out a quiet whine and stare up at him in shock, like you weren’t expecting it to even manifest audibly.
The top two buttons of his shirt are undone and you’re almost ogling when he asks, “Do you think your dad’s going to nag again if I walk around like this?”
You swallow and flick your gaze up to meet his. “I think so.”
He makes a show of rolling his eyes as he fastens one more button. “I can’t breathe in his puny ass shirt,” he complains.
The shirt does look like it’s suffocating him. But honestly, he looks good in a tight fitting dress shirt that hugs his muscular body. Actually, he might even look more indecent like this than when he was shirtless.
“Let’s go grab a beer or something,” Sukuna mutters, walking toward you. He places a heavy hand on your shoulder, his palm calloused and warm on your skin. “I can’t be around this many kids sober.”
You let him steer you in the direction of the cooler box outside, where he takes and opens a bottle of beer, before turning to you. You shake your head at his wordless question and he grabs a small packet of gummy bears that are meant for the kids.
Tipping his beer in a sort of salute at your father’s childhood friend whom he is also acquainted with, he places hand on the small of your back now, fingers curling around your side, almost holding your waist. He walks out to the poolside and locates the egg-shaped swing chair furthest from the villa.
Settling down in it, he quirks an eyebrow up at you when you stay standing. “What? Sit down.”
Your cheeks are rosy as you mumble, “It’s too small.”
Sukuna glances at the space next to him.
The chair is designed for two people, sure. But with his size, he might as well occupy it alone.
Yet he scoffs and grabs your wrist, tugging you forward. He has a certain glint in his eyes when he promises, “We’ll make it fit.”
You gasp when he turns you around with his hands on your hips, pulling you down to sit on his lap. You turn around to gape at him, only to see him already leaning back as he takes a swig of his beer. He raises his eyebrows at you playfully.
“Cozy, huh?”
You immediately burst into flames. He chuckles. You’re so fucking cute every time you blush around your favourite uncle.
“Here.” He hands you the packet of gummies. “You can give me the yucky orange ones like you always do.”
“They’re not yucky,” you mumble in embarrassment even as you open it.
He laughs. “Yeah? You eat them, then.” He rolls his eyes when you stay quiet, head low and the tips of your ears red. “See. You hate them.”
As you feed yourself a red gummy bear, you look up and tell him, “I do but it isn’t because they’re yucky.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he says with another playful eye roll.
You’re too embarrassed to say anything else, so you stay quiet. Sukuna doesn’t break the silence either. Feeling a little awkward, you shift on his lap as you look around, watching your brother make a cannonball into the pool. His friends follow.
Sukuna feels you move again, shifting your weight slightly. “You comfortable on my lap, kitten?”
You turn to him, surprised. Shyly, you confess, “I’m too heavy, Uncle Kuna…”
“Tch. You think these muscles are for show, or what?” He pats the inside of his other thigh, his fingers brushing your skin as he does so. “I barely even feel you sitting on me.”
“Are you sure…?”
Sukuna rolls his eyes as he sits up, his chest brushing your arm, his handsome face close to yours. You can smell the beer in his breath, even feel the glance he makes to your lips chewing on a gummy bear.
“I could carry you and throw you around like you weigh nothing, doll. If you want me to really feel your weight, I suggest you sit on my face.”
Your breath catches in your throat. You stare at him, eyes round. Did you hear him correctly?
His eyes narrow on your disbelieving features for a moment before he cracks up with a chuckle. You let out the breath you’re holding, glad he’s just making a joke.
A very inappropriate one at that, but at least you know he’s kidding. Until he says,
“Just joking. Bet you’re still light as a feather when you’re riding my face.”
Sukuna’s lips stretch into a grin at your speechlessness. Especially when you swallow almost loudly in the stunned silence that follows.
“So cute,” he breathes, his beady red eyes flickering down to your parted lips again. “Never been dirty talked to before, huh?”
You’re still sitting frozen on his lap, gawking at him like a dead fish. He chuckles quietly, head turning slightly so his warm breath caresses your ear shell.
“I’ll tell you what else Uncle Kuna can do to you,” he whispers in a low, sultry voice. “I could carry you and fuck you midair with no support. With you facing me and your arms around my neck. My hands on your thighs.”
He drags the tips of his fingers up the side of your thigh now, pulling back the hem of your dress in his wake as he reaches the curve of your ass. His fingers trail upward, letting the skirt of your dress fall back into place, as he cups your waist.
Sukuna keeps sliding his hand up until he reaches your chest, where he stops. You’re not breathing anymore. Especially when he cradles your tit in his big hand. He moans softly in your ear. You mirror the sound he makes when he gives your breast a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah, I know you’ll like that, baby,” he coos in your ear. Hand now fondling your tit, he continues, “Uncle Kuna could go all night, kitten. Worship your sexy body. Lick your pretty cunt. Fuck you like I’m dying tomorrow.”
You shift on his lap, and not because you’re uncomfortable this time. But because you have to squeeze your thighs together to keep your pussy from throbbing.
Sukuna’s thumb skims the hem line of your bustier, caressing the soft skin of your chest. You feel your uncle leaning in closer, his nose touching your ear lobe as he groans quietly, only for you to hear. He gives the plush flesh another squeeze.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers. “You’d let me suck on them, won’t you, pretty doll?”
You let out a heavy breath as you bob your head. You can feel the smile curling on Sukuna’s lips.
“You think about Uncle Kuna when you’re touching yourself?”
You swallow. You’re not sure why you feel like you have to be honest with him, but you are.
“Sometimes,” you whisper.
He clicks his tongue. “Tsk, tsk. Naughty girl.” He brushes your hair away from your shoulder and lowers his head to drop a hot kiss there. “What do you imagine me doing to you?”
Your mind is spinning, wondering if you’re in a dream right now. Why is your uncle asking you such questions? And more importantly, how do you even answer him?
How do you tell him that you imagine him between your legs, eating you out like a starved man with his thick fingers buried in your cunt?
Or that you think about kissing him while riding his thigh until you cum?
It’s sick. And it’s meant to stay a dirty little secret that will follow you to your grave.
But Sukuna wants to hear what his shy, pretty niece thinks about when she touches herself.
“Tell me,” he croons. “Do you think of Uncle Kuna’s mouth on your pussy?” You nod your head breathlessly. He grins. “Yeah? I do give very good head.”
You don’t say anything. Afraid to. Unsure if you should.
“Wanna try?”
You peek a glance at your uncle now and your breath catches in your throat at the heated look in his eyes as he gazes at you. His red orbs are scorching with temptation and desire.
At that moment, you hear faraway clapping and the distant voice of your father shouting for everyone to gather for the cake cutting for your brother’s birthday.
As if that has broken you out of the spell Sukuna has casted, you quickly stand from his lap, turning to face him, your face red and eyes wide.
He stares up at you, a lazy smirk on his face, eyes teasing. He eases back slightly to see you better.
“We have to go in, Uncle Sukuna,” you murmur, sounding so out of breath that Sukuna finds it endearing.
He rests his palm on the side of your thigh, sliding it up to the curve of your hips. He can see you holding your breath, your pupils blown as you watch him.
“Go ahead, kitten. Uncle Kuna will be right behind you.”
omfg i’m so sorry if this is tmi pls disregard if it is but i just rubbed one out to ur big brother suguru fic and it was so good my ears rang and my vision whited out please write more big brother suguru or dad suguru i beggg ur writing is so so so good !!! like i cannot stress this enough i am a big big fan oh my god
I love love LOOOOVE this for you anon!! I definitely enjoy TMI compliments like these 🥰 and yes I definitely will not stop hehe
