[gospelica]

dark content blog im 89 years old

masterlist!!! <3

showering w/ uncle!toji

stalker!satoru

dad!toji drugs u (noncon)

big brother!satoru

suguru helps brother!satoru taste u

stepdad!toji finds nudes on ur phone

stepdad!nanami eats u on the dinner table

kento cheats on his wife with u <3

uncle!sukuna is jealous

big brother kuna fucks ur ass

uncle!kuna pees in u

nonnies: 💦 + 🎸+ 👙 + 🪽 + 🍓 + 🥞 + 🦭 + 🎀 + 🧸+🫧+🦢 + 💒 + 💌

[gospelica]

would u ever write for mom!nobara :-(

no i dont think so nonnie :( EEK im sorrryyy

[gospelica]

GRANNY THE CHEATING NANAMI FIC THAT U REBLOGGED AHHHH I PRAYED FOR TIMES LIKE THIS - 🍓

YES EEEEK SHES SO TALENTED it was so good !!!!

[oncam]

nanami kento as your perverted supervisor (and stalker)

2.7k — cw : noncon, stalking, slapping, creampie. based on this request <3

nanami knows he is a relatively unassuming man, someone who people acknowledge for his attractiveness or work ethic, but easily dismiss because of his polite and reserved nature. even with his scars and the eyepatch he wears sometimes, people never seem to view him as someone to keep tabs on. in his mind, this is his best quality.

and it’s precisely because of it that you never noticed him as anyone more than your boss.

you never noticed him following you out to the parking garage after work on the days that you drove, his large form still managing to call little attention as he watched you get into your car.

and when you took the bus home from work instead, you never saw how he happened to be on the same line. though who would suspect that when he said he lived across town? he’d sit in the back, a book in his hand but his brown eye zeroed in on you, waiting to confirm which stop you got off at.

even when he’d follow you halfway home, snapping some photos of you to add to his collection—your stocking-clad legs, your ass in those little pencil skirts you wear—you never realized he was behind you.

even if the hair stood up on the back of your neck or your stomach twisted with intuition, you would never suspect him anyways. because why would you be suspicious of your charming supervisor who has been nothing but kind to you?

the same one who has your schedule memorized along with your address. after all, that information is stored right in his office.

maybe if he was a little creepier, came off a little weirder, you would have kept an eye on him. maybe you would have been more aware of your surroundings when leaving the office on those nights where you worked overtime, when it was only you, nanami, and the janitor left in the building.

those nights like tonight.

half the lights have been turned off and the office is silent except for the hum of electricity and the faint sound of a mop down the hall. you rub the sleep from your eyes as you pack up another draining work day. it’s times like these where you find yourself wondering if all the extra hours are worth it.

but then nanami steps out of his office in a crisp pair of slacks and polished shoes, his hair perfectly neat. he’s shrugging his coat on when he flashes you a small smile.

“another long day?” he asks.

you nod, grabbing your work bag and pushing in your chair. “yeah, it’s alright though.”

nanami hums like he understands what you really want to say. “the extra hours are a pain in the ass, but you’re doing a great job.”

you can’t help but smile back at him, a sense of pride budding in your chest at his recognition of your hard work. “thank you, sir.”

nanami swallows thickly and it takes everything in him to quell the shudder that moves through his body. sir. if only you knew what that did to him, you’d probably quit on the spot. he can feel his dick twitch in his pants every time you say it, every time you remind him that you know he’s above you.

“have a good night,” he dips his chin at you, opting to take the stairs while you step into the elevator.

for a split second he thinks that maybe he should just get in there with you now. pull the emergency stop button and press you up against the wall, his hands dipping beneath your skirt. no one would know, he could be fast. it wouldn’t be difficult to erase the footage after if he had to, the janitor has a set of keys to the security office.

but no, his patience will pay off. he’s already waited long enough, he can hold on a little longer.

“you too, sir. see you next week.”

next week. you really were fucking oblivious.

the sun has set by the time you’re stepping off the bus at your stop. footsteps clamor behind you as the other passengers exit, everyone eager to finally get home.

your house is silent when you arrive, toeing off your shoes by the door and shutting it behind you. you toss your keys onto the holder and head straight to your room to get ready for bed. 

it’s while you’re rummaging through your drawer for some pajamas that you hear something for the first time. a soft creak followed by an even softer click. you freeze halfway through undressing, standing perfectly still to try and pick up on any other sounds. but when you hear nothing else, you try to brush it off. but goosebumps still pepper your skin as you throw on a tank top and a comfortable pair of cotton panties for bed.

and then it’s while you’re brushing your teeth, staring at your tired reflection in the mirror, that you hear what sounds like that old floorboard in the hallway—the one that groans each time you walk over it. the worn wood seems hardly able to sustain weight anymore.

that was unmistakeable, you’re sure of it.

well, you think you’re sure.

gingerly, you tiptoe until you’re able to peek out of the doorway and into the hall, but it’s empty.

you inhale a shaky breath, telling yourself that it’s nothing. there’s no way someone could have broken into your home without causing a scene because they’d have to shatter a window or find another way in with the front door locked.

was the front door locked?

a wave of nausea washes over you and forms a pit in your stomach. you can’t remember if you locked the door. you always do, but lately you’ve just been so tired and overworked.

and now, your first thought is that you need your phone. you remember leaving it plugged in by your bed and you’re moving before you can think any further. you rush back to your bedroom but in there you find nothing but the charging cable on your nightstand.

the bedroom door is slammed shut while you’re distracted and you gasp, spinning around so fast you feel dizzy.

it’s unmistakably him standing before the door in the same outfit you’d seen him wearing just an hour ago. nanami doesn’t speak, he just slides your phone into the pocket of his slacks before loosening his tie with a sigh.

“w-what,” you start, breathing heavily. he cocks an eyebrow at you, like he’s curious as to what you’re trying to say. “what are you…”

nanami cracks his neck, letting out a groan at the release of tension. “what am i doing in your home?” he finishes the question for you after you trailed off.

all you can do is nod and step backwards until you bump into the nightstand, rattling the lamp on top of it.

“careful,” nanami cautions, striding closer to you. “are you also going to ask me how i got in? i think we’d save a lot of time if we didn’t ask questions we already know the answers to.”

your throat feels tight, it’s dry when you swallow down the bile threatening to come up.

“get on the bed," nanami's tone leaves no room for protest and yet you try.

“n-no, no. get out.” 

your head is whipped to the side before you even hear the loud crack that rings out, before you even feel the impact of nanami’s palm colliding with your cheek. then pain begins to bloom from the spot, your skin searing as you touch the area gently with your fingers, stunned.

“on the bed. now.”

you realize you’re crying as you climb onto the mattress. steady streams of tears as your breath shudders and you try to catch your breath. how could you be in this situation right now?

“hands behind your back,” nanami is unamused by your emotional reaction, though he’s pleased when you listen this time.

the soft satin of nanami’s tie wraps around your wrists, binding them together. he gives it a sharp tug to make sure the knot won’t come loose, and when he’s satisfied he pushes you onto the mattress.

you scramble pathetically to try and pedal away from him but he grabs your ankle and tugs you back to the edge of the bed in one swift motion.

“enough,” he snaps, irritated by your sudden fight after you’d just been so pliant.

a choked sob escapes you when he wrangles your legs apart, but you resist less which earns you a gentle stroke of his hand up your thigh. it’s supposed to be soothing in a sickening way, but it just makes your stomach ache even more.

nanami hooks a finger into the elastic of your cotton panties, pulling on it before letting it snap back against your skin. “if you weren’t so clueless, i’d think you dressed this way just for me.” 

he thinks that this pair will be a nice start to his collection as he slides them down your legs. holding them up to his nose, nanami inhales deeply, committing the scent to memory before tucking the fabric into his pocket.

you squeeze your eyes shut when you see him finally unbuckling his belt, turning your head away from his as more tears spill from your waterline. nanami hates that you don’t want to look at him. you should feel lucky. it could be any gross man here in his position, but it’s not.

it’s him.

someone smart, successful, handsome. and you’re still fucking upset, acting like this is the worst thing to happen to you.

“god damn brat,” he hisses, gripping your chin to make you face him again. his free hand is yanking down his pants and his briefs, trying to free his aching cock.

he’s been hard just thinking about fucking you since the minute you walked into the office this morning. and now that he’s about to, it’s torturous. his pretty pink tip is already leaking, a translucent bead of precum sitting atop the slit.

“please,” you choke out one last attempt to persuade your intruder to let you go. “i promise i won’t tell anyone, i-i swear. just don’t hurt me.”

nanami scoffs, pumping himself slowly. “if it hurts it’s your fault. don’t blame me for that.”

your shoulders ache already, your hands starting to tingle as they’re stuck behind your back, between you and the mattress. you’re trembling, jerking away from nanami’s touch when his hand leaves your face to hold your hip but one sharp glance from him causes you to still.

you can’t help but notice how different he seems now. in the dim light of your room, the scars on his face seem more rugged, his eye appears darker, almost black. his hair is tousled from your struggling and his chest is heaving as he lines himself up at your entrance.

he rolls his hips, pushing his cock forward so it glides between your folds and his eyebrows raise when you let out the tiniest whine. he does it again. you squirm in his hold and the embarrassment on your face is evident.

when he chuckles you want to scream at him that you can’t help it. that just because your body reacts to the stimulation when his shaft drags across your clit doesn’t mean that you like it. and yet all you do is bite back a moan and try to prevent more tears from falling when you feel your pussy starting to get wet.

saliva pools in nanami’s mouth at the sight of you. he pulls himself back until the head of his cock is just poking at your hole and he lets a fat glob of spit land on your cunt. it slides down slowly until it gets pushed inside you when he starts to fuck you with shallow thrusts.

nanami dips the first couple inches of his length in and out of you, groaning at how tight you are. the little bit of slick that had gathered at your entrance does nothing to aid him when he finally forces himself in all the way.

and your pussy feels like everything he could have imagined and more.

so warm and tight, squeezing his cock like a vice as your back arches and you let out a weak cry. you feel so good like this with no prep, your cunt pulsing around him every time you writhe beneath him because it’s trying to push him back out. 

“been waiting so long to do this,” nanami groans, pulling out all the way before slamming back in.

you scream. you wish you could claw at him, scratch him until he bleeds, until he hurts as much as you do but you can’t.

you can do nothing but let your boss use you, violate you.

and the worst part is, when he presses your knees into your chest and lays his full weight on top of you, it makes you see stars. he’s hitting the exact right spot inside you with such precision that you wonder if he somehow knew where it was. maybe it was listed in your file next to your home address.

the sound of skin slapping against skin gets louder as he fucks you harder and faster until you can also hear the lewd sounds your pussy is making. the slick squelch each time nanami re-enters your cunt is a humiliating reminder of the fact that you can feel an orgasm building against your will.

“see? it doesn’t have to hurt,” nanami speaks down to you, condescending as you avoid his gaze. “you can admit that you like this.”

“n-no,” you whimper, “stop, nanami—”

the second slap across your face is harder than the first. “it’s ‘sir’ when speaking to me.”

“sorry!” you sob when he rams his hips into yours with a particularly rough thrust. “i’m sorry.”

“sorry, what?” he rasps.

you wince, prepared for another hit as you squeak out an acceptable apology, “i’m sorry, sir!”

“such a fast learner,” he praises dryly and unfortunately it makes you feel better. you're thankful for the fact that at least you’ve done one thing right in his mind, and maybe he’ll be easier on you for it.

how naive.

he’s relentless as he fucks himself into you. the pace he’s set is impossible for you to keep up with, and within minutes you’re nothing but a puddle of moans and tears on your bed.

that’s just how nanami wants you. soon you’ll see this is a good thing for you and him.

you’re clamping down around him so hard that he knows you’re about to cum no matter how hard you try to stop it. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bud and you start to quiver.

“no wait, i don’t want, oh god,” you mewl, “fuck!”

“dirty whore, look at you cumming around my cock from this,” nanami goads, “say ‘thank you, sir’.”

“…thank you, sir.” you want to throw up the minute the words leave your mouth, reminded of all the times you’d said it to him at work.

the humiliation is written all over your face and it’s beautiful. nanami knows that you couldn’t help it when you came but that makes it even better. you’ll be so ridden with guilt, finally vulnerable enough for him to start weaseling his way into your thoughts.

it’s only a matter of time before you’re thinking that maybe you did like it. maybe it only hurt at first because you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you wanted this. is it really as bad as you think if you came so hard for him?

maybe you'll even find yourself seeking him out first after this, and just the thought of that alone is enough for nanami to reach his climax.

“not inside!” you whine, but you’re too late. not that he’d listen.

he’s already plugging you up one last time and spilling inside you, warm cum flooding your abused cunt. it’s then that you finally relax, giving up. every muscle in your body goes limp as you slump into the mattress feeling utterly defeated.

when nanami finally pulls out, he continues to hold your legs up against you, admiring the way his spend starts to get pushed out, dribbling down to your asshole.

he should fuck you there next.

a/n everyone say “thank you, marlowe” because she was sweet and beta read for me. and hbd nanami

[queasier]

cw: cheating

For a man cheating on his wife, Nanami is real gentlemanly when he fucks you.

He always has been — ever since that first time he left his sleeping wife in bed to drive to your apartment and fuck you stupid on your couch, he did so with a certain respect to your body that not many men think twice about nowadays. Made you come twice before filling you up.

Maybe you expected him to be rough. That he'd let his guilt out on you with sharp thrusts and spanks and hateful sex against whatever surface is the coldest and most unforgiving. And sure, he has his heated moments after a long day or a marital spat at home, but for the most part, he's kind.

You'd call him a good man, if not for the obvious.

And you're no better, of course. You saw the ring, caught glimpses of his lock screen when he'd check his phone around you. A lovely photo from his wedding day, looking adoringly at a woman in white who was most definitely not you.

You wonder, if their honeymoon was anything like this, what possibly could have killed the spark.

You grasp at the petal-covered bedcover as Kento rolls his hips into yours, filling you with his weighty cock and accenting it with a kiss to your neck. He groans as you tighten around him, wetting his cock even more. You've long since stopped using condoms together — it feels better, and the risk makes you giddy.

"Can't believe you booked us a honeymoon suite," you gasp, scratching your nails against his scalp as he thrusts into you. He had told his wife that a sudden business trip would steal him away for a few nights in the city; it'd only be smart to book a hotel room and save on travel. "It's a little on the nose, don't you think?"

Another sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your neck tells you more than words could; he just doesn't care. It took him months to get over the nauseating guilt he felt when he'd come and find his pleasure between your legs rather than his wife's, but he has since learnt to let desire take the wheel. And you have since learnt to leave your shame at the door.

That doesn't mean your mind doesn't wander. The stroking drag of Nanami's cock inside of you is narcotic, but a thought pesters you with each graze of his tip along your g-spot.

"Tell me you love me," you squeeze your eyes shut, holding your breath in embarrassment when his thrusts slow.

His voice is silken. Amused. "What was that?"

He's a tease, which you didn't expect from a man so put-together. He likes watching you burn up as he unravels you. So you meet his gaze and take in the pink dusting across his nose and cheeks, the mess of blond that brushes over his forehead — he's just as needy as you are.

"It doesn't have to be true," you flit your gaze to the tray on the bedside. On it is a champagne bucket, a 'congratulations on your marriage!' placard, and his wedding ring. "I just want to pretend. We're in a honeymoon suite after all, I want to..."

He catches your drift. There's this unspoken language between you that you think might only be born from doing such a heinous thing together. You're partners; whether that's in crime or romance is a moot point. You feel like an old married couple anyway. He knows you; knows why you're suddenly so shy, knows when and how you need to come, knows what you'll order from room service once he's done with you.

"You want to be my wife?" He searches your face. You feel his cock throb inside of you, twitching at the thought of having you in name as well as body. "Hm, Mrs. Nanami?"

Yes. God, yes. You feel naive and heart-eyed looking to be thoroughly owned by an unfaithful man like him, but your cunt is tight and pulsing around him — you couldn't lie to him about your needs even if you wanted to.

"You know," he starts, his voice rough as he pulls out of your just long enough to reach over and take his wedding ring from the bedside table. "I come home some nights and half expect to see you waiting for me in bed."

Kento grabs your left hand and slips his ring onto your finger. It's too big, and he has to close his hand around yours to keep it in place, which pushes the metal into your skin. You feel lightheaded with want.

"I wish it was me," you whisper, skin burning as he lines his cock up once again and pushes home. "That you come home to."

He moans, burying himself inside of you and his face in your neck. "It is. Come on, love, live in it. I love you."

"Fuck," you exhale, lungs on fire. He quickens his pace, fucking into you with a snapping of his hips. You can hear yourself squelching around him. "Love you too. You feel so good."

"Is that why you married me?" He snorts, teasing. He pulls back enough to press a kiss to your lips. "For the time spent between my sheets? I thought we had more going for us, honey."

You reach up with your free hand and stroke the side of his face, revelling in the feel of slight stubble beneath your palm. "I have to keep you interested somehow, hm?"

His eyes blaze with something untelling. Dipping down again, he licks at your lips. You part them, let his tongue venture in and explore your mouth, running over your teeth and drooling spit from his mouth to yours. It's messy and gross and he pulls away to leave a streak of saliva across your chin, but your stomach curls with a pending orgasm regardless.

"You," he smears his spit over your lips, "have nothing to worry about."

"No?" You buck your hips up from the plush mattress and wrap your thighs around his waist, locking them at his ass and using that embrace to pull him deeper. "You'd be okay with just me, for the rest of your long life?"

"Our long life," he corrects, flexing forward until he's so deep inside of you that there's no space left to give. "And yes. 'Til death do us part, my love. I want to sink into this beautiful body of yours until the very end."

You snort. He's poetic, for a businessman.

He fucks you long and slow and deep with thrusts that are more intimate than pleasure-seeking. It doesn't feel like a torrid affair, and you don't feel sick for sleeping with a married man. Because, even if it's just for your time spent beneath him, he's yours.

And maybe he's parroting the same words he told his real wife back to you. He could be a rakehell, depositing his cum inside of you with no care for the heart he holds in his hands.

But at the end of his long days, it's you he sneaks away to see. It's your body in which he finds his comfort. Your tits that he sucks on. Your mouth that he feeds his cock into. Your cunt that he fills again and again with an unspoken hope that maybe something will stick, and he'll have an excuse to come clean and start anew with you.

So who are you — the other woman — to care?

[gospelica]

u all know how much cheater nanami means to me :3

[gospelica]

Hi granny!! I wanna ask if you're in other fandoms other than jjk and if you considered writing other shows just curious!!! :DD

eeek i want to write lads!!! but not rlly much else all i watch is italian crime shows :p maybe if u have recommendations i can watch it!!!

[gospelica]

i get new boyfie

i show boyfie my smut

he reads my smut

he says ‘knowing you i expected it to be freakier’

i do not live up to my full potential

[queasier]

cw: incest + somnophilia + (forced) anal + minor mention of piss and drugging

part one here

It's been a few weeks since you unknowingly gave your virginity to your uncle Sukuna, and you've kept sleeping with him ever since.

You didn't know it was him the first time (or so you tell yourself) but now you have no grounds for doubt. You've spent enough of the time he's been on top of you mapping out the structure of his face to start seeing the similarities between you and him. The genetic tie that makes this oh so wrong.

And you feel disgusting doing it, crawling back to the man who deceived and deflowered you, but you've quickly learnt to crave the way he treats you — like he's familiar with you already. He's mean and dominant, but when he folds your body into impossible positions to take him deeper, it feels parental. Like how your father would adjust your grip when he tried to teach you how to golf.

Would he disown you for what you're doing? Laying down for his brother — your uncle — and learning to like the nausea that pits in your stomach when he cums inside? The risk, however miniscule with the pill he forces down your throat in his shitty attempt at aftercare, is still there. You're sure he'd just keel over if his baby girl came home knocked up with her felon uncle in tow.

Sukuna likes the thought. What's yours is mine, he'd always told his brother. And what isn't, will be.

Your dad has been texting more now that you're on break for the Summer. Usually you'd be at home on his couch by now, reminding your poor father that he'll always have an extra mouth to feed as long as you have a key, but you haven't been home yet. And of course that worries him; he's your dad, and there are some scary people out there.

Scary like Sukuna, who likes to make a game out of your discomfort when it comes to this... relationship of yours.

He'll tease you, threaten to get in touch with your dad and let him know he's out of prison and found a pretty girl to keep him in line. Maybe he'll pretend to repent for the lives he's taken, shoulder his brother's moral dues for forgiveness and weave his way back into family dinners. Maybe he'll come over, greet you as your estranged uncle, and then sneak up to your childhood bedroom at night to fuck you on top of the sheets you'd hide under when you had nightmares about your fabled uncle as a kid.

"He's spent my whole life telling me you're a bad man," you tell him one evening, hiked up onto his cold kitchen counter as he stands between your legs. "He'd never let you near me."

He just rolls his eyes. Perhaps his protections worked when you were a kid and skinned your knee, or a teenager made to chew up the cigarette he caught you smoking, but you're an adult now. Daddy can't protect you forever.

"If you were mine," he says, taking your chin between his fingers and lifting your gaze to his. "I'd lock you up, chain you to the radiator and spank your ass raw for even thinking about leaving."

If you were his. You blink, suddenly wet, and force down the nonplussed look on your face. "And if I did? Escape, I mean."

Your uncle leans down, presses an uncharacteristically soft kiss to your still lips, and then traces the flat of his tongue up your cheek to your ear like a dog. "Then I'd break your ankles, make you stand on them while I fuck your ass."

Something instinctive tells you he's not joking. If he had the means, the whim, he would. "Well you're not my dad," you exhale.

He pulls back, his eyes dead serious as one hand trails down and slips beneath the waistband of your shorts. He finds you hot and wet at his fingertips, and leans forward to ghost his lips against yours again.

"I can be, if you ask nicely."

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That night, you learn the difference between calling a man 'daddy' in bed, and calling him 'dad'. Sukuna learns he might be jealous of that bitch of a brother he has, and how he's taken you and your sweet lips for granted for so long.

When he's done, and you're bruised and fucked-full, Sukuna doesn't let you up from the bed. By now you'd be dressed, watching your uncle with needy eyes as he lights a cigarette and tells you to come back when you want a good fuck again. But he keeps you, wraps his strong arms around your waist and scoffs at how fast you fall asleep. You weren't feeling too hot anyway.

This is becoming more than just sex.

Too bad he has to go and ruin it. You wake up hours later, laid out on your back with your legs spread wide and your uncle slotted between them. He's slapping your cheek lightly, waking you up to greet him in the early hours.

You notice a few things. First, he has your phone in hand, and he's calling someone. Your eyes are still blurred with sleep, and you blink them desperately to see who he's calling, but a second sensation stalls your mind.

His cock, rock hard and as imposing as ever, is pressed against your ass. The tip notches against your hole in threat, and as you panic and try to shift up the bed, he presses down nice and hard on your stomach. You've never... he's never tried it before. And he's Sukuna — of course you expected him to push for anal one of these days, but you thought you'd have a moment to prepare.

It doesn't help your plight that you're soaking wet, your cunt drools down onto his cock in want. There's a heated soreness inside that makes you wonder if he's already fucked you full — but you'd wake up if he did that, right?

Must be left over from last night.

You take a moment to breathe, and he grants you that, but then jerks his chin to the still-ringing phone. "It's your dad."

What? You jerk up to grab the phone, but with his hand pressing down on your stomach, you have no chance. "Give it to me."

"Shut the fuck up," he exhales, pushing his hips forward a little to press the head of his cock a fraction further against your ass. "I was texting him earlier from your phone. Don't think I sound much like you. Kept asking if you were drunk. He's strict."

"Yeah, he is," you sigh. "Please hang up."

"Didn't get told 'no' enough growing up, did you?" He rolls his eyes, moving his hand from your stomach to your wrists to hold them together as he rests your phone on your chest. "He'll be sleeping. You're going to leave a voicemail and tell him why you haven't been home — if you don't, I fuck your ass."

You wish you weren't so conflicted. You don't want it, obviously — which is what makes it a good threat — but there's a small part of you that's curious how he'd feel. You've heard it hurts, and your uncle doesn't know what gentle means.

The phone stops calling, and on clicks your father's voice. It's a plain voicemail, leave a message and I'll get back to you, but listening to his voice whilst his brother notches his cock at your asshole is... sickening.

You feel like throwing up, and almost do when you hear the message tone and Sukuna pushes forward a little. He's not inside, but you can feel him there — it wouldn't be hard for him to push past your muscle's resistance.

"Hey dad," you panic, staring your uncle in the eyes as you speak. It's almost like you're addressing him — you know he likes the name on your tongue. "I know it's late, but I..."

You trail off. Why would you be calling him at god-knows how late just to tell him you're spoken for? Maybe you're still asleep, and your dreams are just getting weird because your life is as well.

But when you hesitate, Sukuna's hips push forward. It's agonisingly slow, his entrance, which you think might be worse than if he were to just... fuck himself into you. You gasp as he pushes just the tip in, your ass burning at even that stretch and clenching around him in rejection.

Or need. You aren't sure.

'Keep going', he mouths, motioning with his hips in threat of more. You must look stupid, folded beneath him and on the verge of tears as you leave your real dad a voice message.

"I wanted to say sorry for not being in touch," you babble, a little mindless now. "I've just been so busy and — and um..."

A little deeper. Your lungs empty of their own volition, forcing you to splutter for breath. "AndImetsomeone," you blurt, panicked. "I met someone. He's... nice."

Sukuna snorts loud enough to be heard, his eyes sharp. He looks offended by your lie, so much so that he decides to show you just how wrong you are. With a sadistic tilt of his head, your uncle pushes himself forward and forces his weighty cock completely inside of you.

Well, he never said he wouldn't fuck your ass if you did as he asked.

Your vision floods white. The pain is there, of course — you feel like you're made completely of sewn partitions all threatening to rip at the seams — but it isn't as world-ending as you thought it'd be. The tears in your eyes say otherwise, but there's a sick part of you that likes just how much of your body has now been explored by the pink-haired, tattooed man on top of you.

So you start singing his praises, make him seethe with your kindness.

"He's sweet," you manage your words, though they're shaky and unsure. "Takes me on dates, buys me flowers, holds the door open. He's..." you choke a little, "... a gentleman."

Sukuna's shoulders are shaking, but with rage or laughter you aren't sure. He's smiling, but his eyes are murderous. He pulls almost completely out of you, which feels weirder than it feels painful, and then snaps inside again.

Holy fuck. You have to bite down on your tongue to stifle the sounds you want to make. Tears stream down your face as you sniffle, trying to mask all tones of pain and pleasure from your voice as you go on.

"I really like him."

Sukuna slows the roll of his hips a little, leans down, and licks at your lips. He doesn't kiss you often, he's got more of a penchant for licking you like a dog would — marking his territory, or whatever. He's so animalistic in his ways that you aren't sure you'd be surprised if he pissed inside of you one of these days to seal the deal.

And you find yourself grinding your hips up to meet his at the thought. You're going to hell one day, you're sure of it, but at least you'll have some sickening regrets to justify such an end-destination.

And he'll be right there with you.

"I just wanted you to know," you speak to your phone. "I, um, wanna stay here a bit longer. Spend... spend time with him. I'll come visit before the Summer is up, though. I miss you, and I love you a lot... okay, bye."

With a snarling grin, your uncle finally releases his bruising grip on your wrists, watching hungrily as you scramble to grab the phone on your chest and press the red 'end call' button.

"I love you a lot," Sukuna taunts you, quickening his pace inside of you. You thank the gods that you were wet enough to soak his cock first, otherwise his movements might not be so easy. "You love him more than me?"

"I..." god, your head is spinning. You feel like you've been fucked stupid. "I don't love you. I hardly know you."

Another mean thrust inside, and Sukuna is folding over on top of you to press his chest against yours. His face is so close that you can feel each exhalation through his nose as he growls, "that's no way to talk to your uncle, brat. 'Course you know me — we've got the same blood."

You don't need to be reminded. You see it every time you look at him now, and you hate yourself for not hating it. He's more you than anyone else ever will be. You aren't sure you could fuck another person knowing they aren't a part of you like Sukuna is.

Still, you don't know him. Not really — you don't even know why he was in prison your entire life.

"Have you killed people?" You blurt, for some deranged reason beyond your own comprehension.

"Don't ask stupid questions," is his answer. He doesn't seem affected — if anything, he was more offended that you called him nice. "You take my cock well here. Maybe I should just use this hole."

You grimace. He feels good like this, you're quickly forgetting about the pulling pressure of his cock in your ass, but you're also becoming increasingly aware of just how empty your cunt feels now. You've gotten spoilt, used to the way he fills you up.

"Thought you'd make it hurt more," you admit. "I... god, I could come like this."

"You don't deserve to come like this," he replies, snapping his hips forward as he chases his own release, racing you to the end. He wins, of course, and with a shuddering exhale, pumps rope after rope of his hot cum inside of your ass. "You came twice already while I stretched you out on my fingers. I'll make it hurt when you really piss me off."

Your eyes widen. How long had he been playing with you before he woke you up? Was he texting your dad and prepping you at the same time?

His hips still inside of you, denying you any more friction to accompany your building orgasm. You frown as it fades away, but your uncle delivers a few sharp smacks to your aching pussy in warning not to beg or argue.

When he pulls out, globs of his cum follow. The sheets beneath you will need to be changed, but knowing your uncle; he'll make you sleep in the mess you've made first. It's the little acts of degradation that add up, make you remember just what you are when you're beneath him.

You're sore. So sore, in fact, that you're not loving the prospect of doing this again. You aren't sure the pleasure is worth the searing pain in your ass.

You sniffle, wipe at your burning nose. "Did I really come twice?"

Like clockwork, your uncle grabs his pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the floor beside the mattress and lights up. He takes a long, deep drag of his cig, and then shakes his head on the exhale, blowing his smoke right at you. Your hair is going to stink come morning.

"Told you not to ask stupid questions," he chides, speaking through the side of his mouth. "You cried like a baby, tried to kick me off even in your sleep. Was surprised you didn't wake up, guess the pills I slipped you in that beer did their job."

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big brother yuji and uncle sukuna use your throat before dinner

2.9k cw : incest, cheating, degradation, praise, blowjobs & face fucking, cum shots, cum swallowing, humiliation, some misogyny, butt stuff if you squint, very dubcon. based on this request <3

You and Yuji never had a normal sibling relationship, you two were always closer than that. When other parents would complaining about their siblings bullying one another and fighting constantly, your parents would boast about how well their kids got along.

You're not sure your parents ever used a word other than "sweet" when talking about you and your brother, but they'd probably keel over and die if they knew about even a fraction of what you two do to one another.

The cuddling, the kisses on your cheeks and forehead, those could maybe be overlooked. But eventually those turned into makeout sessions and dry humping until you both came in your pajamas, and neither of you could restrain yourselves anymore after that. What you were doing had already crossed the line so you might as well go all the way.

Yuji would join you in the shower, fuck you up against the glass and wash your hair after. He would drive you to see your friends, but you would just wind up riding him in the backseat before heading home right after to have sex one more time.

You two tried to be at least somewhat discreet, but eventually you started to get a bit too comfortable. And that's how you're here now. Home for the holidays and in Yuji’s old bedroom where you’re straddling his face, your own just an inch away from his pelvis, all while your family is preparing dinner down the hall.

You're trying to make him feel as good as you, you really are. Your lips are sealed around his cock as you bob your head up and down, tongue gliding along his shaft. But it's so hard to keep up whenever his tongue dips into your cunt, lapping at your dripping hole and flicking at your clit.

Yuji's eating you out with a desperation you've never felt from him before because he knows you have limited time. The loud voices and laughter coming from the kitchen tell you that your parents are still drinking and chatting with your aunt and uncle, but eventually someone will come knocking to let you know the food is ready.

And all that Yuji wants before he sits down for dinner is to feel you gushing onto his tongue, swallowing whatever he can of your cum to whet his appetite.

He's practically slurping up your arousal as two hands grip your ass, kneading the fat and spreading you open to get better access to your cunt. Yuji can tell by the way your legs are shaking and you're spending more time moaning around his cock than sucking it that you're getting close.

In the back of your mind, there's a budding feeling of guilt surrounding your inability to pleasure your brother at the moment. Yuji hasn't paid it any mind though because he knows it's not your fault—it's his.

He makes you feel so good.

Your toes curl as your hands grip the bedsheets when he slides a hand inward, circling his thumb around your asshole. The pressure is foreign and makes you squirm and not a minute later you're cumming. You'd worry that Yuji's nearly drowning with the way your pussy is soaking his face, but he won't let you go.

Strong hands move to your thighs and hold you in place as he keeps licking at your twitching hole, gently cleaning you up. You whimper softly around Yuji's stiff cock when your hips jerk on instinct to pull away, the sensitivity making your head spin.

"Tastes so good baby," Yuji's out of breath, swiping his tongue lazily against your clit once more. He chuckles against you when you whine at the feeling. "God I can't get enough of you, wish I could do this for hours."

"Fuckin' knew I'd find you two in here."

It's almost comical the way you and Yuji move in sync, both of you peeling yourselves away from one another in record time and spinning around to see none other than your uncle Sukuna. He's shutting the bedroom door behind him with a soft click when he meets your eye, a dangerous glint shining in his.

"It's uh, it's not what it looks like," Yuji throws out the same tired excuse everyone tries.

As if you aren't both naked and sweaty, hair touseled and chests heaving as you sit atop opposite ends of Yuji's bed.

Sukuna lets out a sharp laugh, his arms coming to cross in front of his broad chest as he looks down his nose at the two of you. "You mean you two weren't just 69ing like a couple of amateurs?"

Your heart is hammering in your chest as a sweat breaks out across your forehead. You two are so screwed. One look at Yuji tells you enough to know that the idiot boy is still going to try and talk his way out of this but it's a lost cause. You're not even sure how long your uncle had been standing there because you never even heard the door open!

"Please, uncle Sukuna," your voice wavers in a way that you hate, "don't tell them. Y-you can't."

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't." Sukuna spits the pet name at you so rudely it makes your stomach turn with disappointment remembering all the times your father used it as a term of endearment. "But what do i get for keepin' my mouth shut?"

You're at a loss for words. You think he can't possibly be serious right now but everything about his demeanor tells you that he is. Sukuna steps toward you, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head up at him. The intensity in his gaze makes you shiver and his mouth splits into a wide smile.

"Your brother make you feel good?" Sukuna coos, "looked like he made you cum pretty hard."

Yuji's eyes are darting between you and Sukuna, just as dumbfounded as you are. The difference is that you still look scared, it's obvious by the look on your face and the way you're curling in on yourself. But Yuji is over that initial sense of panic, and watching the way his uncle's large hand easily wraps around your neck is making his cock twitch back to life.

Your breath hitches. You should be able to breathe just fine, Sukuna's hand is only resting around your throat, not squeezing. And yet it feels like you're not getting enough air.

"Need to find out for myself what's got this kid so whipped," Sukuna mutters before pulling you by your neck. He guides you off the bed and towards the ground until you're kneeling at his feet.

Yuji is enamored by the scene in front of him. It has never been like this between you two—such an obvious difference in power. It wasn't even something he'd considered because it's you, his darling sister. But now, he'll never be able to forget it.

Yuji will forever replay in his mind the silence as you obediently let Sukuna lead, and that flicker of reverence in your eyes that are otherwise swimming with unease.

"Open up, tongue out," Sukuna lightly slaps your cheek until you do as he says, letting your jaw fall slack. "Good girl."

He makes you wait like that, tongue lolled out of your mouth that's open wide while he undoes his pants and pulls them down. You feel like a damn dog, sitting at your owner's feet and awaiting your next command.

Sukuna sighs with relief when his hand grips his hard cock, pumping it a few times. He taps it against your tongue and your cheek before he pushes just the tip past your lips. Your mouth closes around him immediately, giving him a soft suck before he rewards you with more of his length.

Yuji hasn't been able to tear his eyes away from you two until Sukuna addresses him directly, snapping him out of his trance. "Gotta show you how to use her right. You've been too easy on her, I can tell."

Your worried gaze darts to your brother, seeking some help since you can't talk with your uncle's dick in your mouth. But he won't look at you now. His cheeks are tinted pink and he's keeping his lips sealed, refusing to stick his neck out for you.

"Yeah," Sukuna groans, rolling his hips into you. "She wasn’t even tryin' to get you off even after you made her cum."

A large hand grips the back of your head, holding you still. The hard floor is making your knees ache but you don't dare try to move. Spit is pooling in your mouth and you swallow it down with a struggle, the tiny movement snapping Sukuna's attention back to you. The wolfish grin on his face does nothing to placate your nerves.

"Your big brother's spoiled you, huh?" You were never meant to reply to Sukuna's question, but it's like he wanted to make sure you couldn't even try with the way he thrusts hard and fast into your mouth until you gag.

The head of your uncle's cock is pressed up against the back of your throat, making your eyes well up instantly. You're coughing around his length, lips sputtering as your body tries hopelessly to expel what's lodged in your throat. Of course all that does is make you constrict around Sukuna, eliciting another low groan from the man.

"Tightest fuckin' throat, I knew it." And with that he's got both hands on the sides of your head, gripping you like a vice as he starts rutting into your mouth. The thrusts start off shallow and fast, but he quickly gets tired of that. It's not getting enough of a reaction from you.

He's not deep enough.

He needs to be burying himself so far into your hot mouth that your nose is brushing against his pubes and his balls are slapping against your chin.

The tears that were resting in your waterline start to fall, forming pretty rivulets down your face that turn black as they drag your mascara with them. The spit in your mouth is starting to trickle out the corners, what doesn't escape just makes you cough harder each time you forget to breathe through your nose which is now running too. Within seconds your uncle has reduced you to little more than a sloppy toy for his pleasure.

Yuji's own breathing has become labored, his chest heaving and cock aching as he pumps it wildly. He loves his little sister, and he almost feels bad for finding this so hot, but you just look absolutely ruined. So pretty that you could be the star in one of his favorite pornos with the way you're crying and moaning while Sukuna fucks your face.

The best part is that through it all you just… let him.

Your hands are wrapped around his thighs, but you're not scratching or pushing, they're just there to ground yourself while you choke on his girth.

And the sounds. God, they're fucking obscene. Gagging and retching on Sukuna's cock, your lips slurping around him whenever you try to stop more drool from spilling out.

Sukuna's lost in it all too, his orgasm approaching rapidly. But right when you feel his dick starting to throb, pulsing against your tongue, he yanks you off of him.

"Fuck, almost came down that little throat. Feels so much better than the wife's," Sukuna grunts, addressing Yuji. You're hardly listening while gasping for air, taking whatever chance you get to try and wipe some of the mess off your face. "She takes it like a champ though, you got a nice slut for a sister huh?"

Yuji stutters, his hand slowing to stroke himself lazily, "y-yeah I do." It feels wrong to talk about you like that, especially with you kneeling there in front of them, but he's also so god damn horny.

"So start treating her like one," Sukuna snaps, giving your head a quick shove until you're falling into Yuji's legs. His free hand comes to stabilize you gently, and you look up at him with big pleading eyes. He knows that you're begging him silently—the only way you can with your throat bruised and sore—to not listen to your uncle.

"C'mon sis, I'll be fast. I promise," Yuji strokes your head softly and you let out a tiny whine. But of course you listen. You open your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out and sitting still just like you did for your uncle as your brother now slides his shaft down your throat. "Fuuuck, that feels good," Yuji groans loudly, earning him a glare from Sukuna.

"So damn loud. You want your aunt to hear us in here?"

Yuji's mouth shuts and he shakes his head quickly before letting it fall back with his eyes closed. He's trying to focus all his energy on his climax now, not wanting to waste any more time.

"Always thought you were more like me than your dad," Sukuna comments, earning a confused look from Yuji. "You're fucked up too. An asshole, even though you've got that nice guy act all figured out."

Sukuna's rough palm glides along his length, his fingers wrapped tight as he fists his cock. Yuji shakes his head again, "'m not fucked u-up. Not like you."

Sukuna barks out that deep laugh of his, seemingly forgetting already about your aunt that he was so concerned about just a minute ago. "You sure about that?"

"Mhmn, I'm—haah, fuck," Yuji's whining while he tries to protest in his defense.

"Then how come you're fuckin' your sisters face so hard she looks like she's about to pass out?"

Yuji's head whips forward like he's not sure what the hell Sukuna's talking about, but it's true. Your eyes are rolling back, face red and wet with snot, spit and tears. That's when he realizes that your nose is just as stuffed up as your throat from all the crying. You're tapping weakly against his thigh and moaning around him.

"Shit," Yuji curses under his breath. "I'm so close baby, m'sorry," his voice cracks as the pitch raises, and he sounds so needy it's hard not to feel bad for him. "Just a little longer, I swear. You can do that for me right?"

You really want to be able to. Yuji does so much for you and you want to reciprocate but you're worried that you may actually faint. Your hand is now slapping at Yuji's leg desperately but he ignores you. When you whine loudly in a panic he finally stops, but only because the vibrations feel so good he has to bury himself to the hilt inside your throat so he can feel them when he finishes.

"Cumming, 'm cumming—fuck!" He holds you there while the bitter taste of his cum floods your mouth. Black specks start to apppear in the corners of your vision as you anxiously try to swallow everything Yuji's giving you, your cloudy mind determined to not waste a drop.

"There you go. Swallow it all like a good girl." Sukuna's so close too. Enthralled by the vision of your throat bobbing desperately, your fucked-out face all red and puffy, and Yuji's long cock sliding out from between your glossy lips.

Sukuna knows he would be completely and utterly fucked if his wife came looking for him right now. Especially because he's not sure he'd stop even if she burst through the door screaming at him.

You, on the other hand, can't even spare an ounce of energy to think about the rest of your family in this moment because you can breathe again. Your eyes are blinking rapidly, trying to clear your blurry vision but before you know it you're being grabbed again.

"Come here," Sukuna rasps, "shit, I'm gonna—lemme cum in your mouth too, yeah?"

Hesitantly, you stick your tongue out for Sukuna, but he's never had the best aim. Your eyes squeeze shut just in time and you wince when you feel spurt after spurt of your uncles hot release landing all over your face. "Ah fuck, I'm sorry kid," he apologizes without a hint of remorse, "I tried."

Yuji is now certain that he really isn't as good of a person as he thought, since the feeling he's experiencing most in this moment is pure adoration. Not guilt, not sympathy as you start to sniffle, fresh tears forming in your eyes from the humiliation. No, all your brother can think about is how perfect you look as a complete mess for him and his uncle.

He squats beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and letting you slump into his chest. Petting your head gently, he gives you soft praises about how well you did for him and Sukuna, how good you made them feel. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and it's enough for you to nearly forget about everything they just put you through.

In fact, you almost forgot that Sukuna was even in the room until he's grumbling at you two while tucking himself back into his pants. "Clean up. I'm supposed to make sure you kids are ready when the food is, I don't need the wife bitchin' at me cause you aren't."

Oh yeah, family dinner. The reason you're all back at your parents house in the first place.

a/n this one got away from me!! so it turned out a bit longer and it was so fun to write :3 i hope you all enjoyed

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Hey! Just wanted to tell you that you have anal with big brother Sukuna linked twice in your masterlist, sorry if you were already aware😅

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Toji's brain feels like it's throbbing inside his skull. His body doesn't feel particularly good either. He can't remember where he is or how he got there. In fact, all he does remember is taking his cute little step daughter out to dinner after you'd blown up his phone, telling him how much you missed him after you'd moved out. Now, he's sitting practically naked in what seemed to be a oversized dog kennel with no idea how he could've been stuffed inside without so much as waking up. The room he's in is unfamiliar, pitch black and quiet almost to the point of madness.

"G'morning 'Ji." Your familiar voice rings out behind him. The light flicks on somewhere behind where you're looming over him, smiling as if this is the most normal thing in the world. As if he had put himself in the damn kennel like a dog.

"What the fuck is going on?" He growls. Forgetting his limitations and extending too far up onto his knees, he hits his head on the bars above him. Your smile broadens, bordering on uncanny as you step closer to him— your slippers making an irritating sound against the fake wood flooring, a sound that makes his head hurt even more.

"Oh, don't be mean 'Ji. I told you I missed you, didn't I?" Your bottom lip juts out, body bent at a 90 degree angle with your elbows resting on the cage above him, peering down at him like a predator observing its prey.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" He spits, his back pressed into cool metal as he tries in vain to put as much distance between the two of you as possible. You cross your arms, tapping your foot like the spoiled brat he's always known you to be.

"Well if you're gonna be an ass, you can stay here all night by yourself," your voice flattens. The sweet facade you always have on dissipates, your maniacal smile falling until your lips are pursed into a thin line. You turn on your heel, slippers making that agitating sound against the floor again. He watches in horror as you flick the light off, encasing him in pitch black darkness once again. A cold sweat beads down his temple as the door opens, a small sliver of natural light peeking in like a tease. He calls out your name, hands banging against the bars, but you just flick your head over your shoulder with that pretty facade of sweetness pulling the corners of your lips up— but your eyes? They're devoid of anything, the little twinkle he'd always seen in them snuffed out.

"G'night daddy," you coo, waving your fingers at him. A chill spider walks its way down his spine, his mouth running dry. The cage is starting to close in on him.

"C'mon sweetheart, not gonna leave your daddy all alone in here, now are you?" It's rushed, like he'd barely thought out the words before they come flying out from between his lips like bile. They'd tasted just the same. His placating seems to have worked when you all but appear right back in front of the cage, squatted down so you're eye level now.

"See, was that so hard?" You giggle, "I just want us to be together 'Ji, I'm not asking for too much, am I?" You rest your chin in your hand, those pretty puppy dog eyes doing their best to sway him despite the uncomfortable position you've put him in.

"No. No, sweetheart. You're not asking for too much. Never, my sweet girl." He's smiling back at you, trying to feign excitement so hard that the scar on his lip feels like its gonna split all over again. "Let me out and we can do whatever you want. I'll stay as long as you like."

You laugh, but not in the cute way. No, it's vicious and exempt from anything remotely close to happy. "Oh, but we're already doing what I want." You let out a little tsk his way, "And I can keep you here forever."

His eyes blow wide, green with too much white surrounding it. Your sadistic side throwing him for a loop, you'd always been so well behaved in all the years he'd been married to your mom. Never speaking out of turn, never getting in to trouble, always playing nice and making both him and Megumi feel welcome.

"Why are you doing this?" His jaw is set tight, discombobulation twisting into anger that he tries to push down to attempt at reasoning with you. "You've always been such a good kid."

Your head cocks to the side as if you're truly confused, a little crease forming between your brow. "Well I want you for myself, of course." You say it like it's a very normal thing to say to your step father after locking him up to get your way.

"But I'm married to your mother. Megs is like your little brother." You shake your head at his words as if it'll erase them like an etch-a-sketch. "Baby, I think you're just confused."

"I am not confused." Your voice has dropped into that low, lifeless tone again. He can feel the frustration roiling off you. "You don't even love her, so what's the problem? I waited for years so she'd put Megs through school. I waited for you Toji."

The look in your eyes is pushing him somewhere beyond discomfort, his back still stuck against the the wall behind him. You weren't wrong. He didn't hold any romantic love for your mother, though he was grateful to her for putting his son through college. He was fond of her in the way you would be with a long time friend and didn't feel much else for her beyond it. But in no way did that mean he wanted you, her daughter.

"You realize how crazy this is right?" He watches as your fingers thread through the bars, reaching for him. "I can't be with my step daughter."

"But you can. And you're going to, one way or another." Your fingers reach his bent knee, tracing odd shapes on it he realizes spell out ' I ♡ U '. Goosebumps lick their way up his skin and you smile as you watch them map themselves out. "We're gonna be just like a real couple. Go on dates and live together and give Megs a little brother or sister."

It's his turn to laugh now, his anger bursting to the surface. "You're a fucking psychopath. Listen to me and listen good." His face comes up to the bars, his mouth barely clearing the space between them. "That is never going to fucking happen."

Your face inches closer, the smell of tobacco, cheap beer and sweat wafting over your skin. "Guess I'm just gonna have to train you real good." It's barely above a whisper and Toji doesn't realize how terribly he's fucked up until the hand you'd stuck through is wrapped around the hairs at the nape of his neck. Your face is smooshed against the bars, teeth pulling at his bottom lip before pushing his face smack into the bars and having a one-sided makeout sesh. You're moaning against his mouth, tongue poking at the small gap between his lips for entry that he won't allow. You find pleasure in it nonetheless, butterflies blooming in your belly and a heartbeat a few inches lower. He manages to get his wits about him, calloused fingers wrenching your grip free from his hair and pushing you as best he could through the small allowance his enclosure gave him.

You're breathless, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, heart pounding like a young girl in love. You fingers hook into the hem of your dress, bunching it up over your thighs so Toji can see the sticky mess your panties have become.

"Look, 'Ji." You coo, pulling your panties taut so the outline of your puffy cunt is on display. "I'm wet and aching for you. Just from a kiss." There's a deceptive little pout thrown on your face when he turns his head away.

"Get out. Just leave me here to rot for all I care." He grumbles, turning around and facing his back toward you. You stand to your feet, willing yourself to crocodile tears.

"You will love me. Not like I'm your sweet little step kid. You'll love me like a woman." You turn on your heel and leave, the door slamming so hard behind you it shakes in the frame.

That night Toji tries to recount all the ways he may have given you the wrong idea. He doesn't sleep for shit.

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The next morning, you come into the room with two plates in hand. Toji notices the way you hold one closer to your body, still alert as tired as he is. Your hair is wet, water droplets dripping against the floor, your shirt is flowy but see through enough that he can see your nipples peaking through, the shade made more apparent by the water that's soaked through. He snaps his gaze away, feeling like a dirty old pervert.

"Breakfast!" You sing-song, setting the two plates on the floor just outside his coop. "Point to whichever one you want."

He eyes you suspiciously, pointing to the one you'd kept close to you. This was his chance; you'd open the crate and he'd waste no time grabbing your arm and—

You have to hold back a smile as you slide open the hatch and pass the food through. He'd miscalculated, not realizing you were smart enough to have the cage custom made. All it had cost you was a picture of your tits to the pervy nerd in your Bio-Chem class. You'd always been smart, one step ahead and willing to do whatever it takes to stay that way. You were underestimated because nobody had cared to notice the dutiful daughter and her perverse interests.

You watch him carefully as he takes each bite, the fork sliding past his lips and the way his adams apple bobs each time he swallows. You're fighting the animalistic urge to pull your pussy out and demand he laps at you right then and there. But you've been a patient woman for years now, you can wait a little longer. You eat your fill, dropping your fork on your plate when you're finished and reclining back onto your palms to watch him.

"Gotta piss." He barks out, he glares at you and you have to pretend it hurts to see him that way. As if it's not going to make it more enjoyable for you to break him and watch him beg.

"Mmkay!" You smile, dusting your hands off on your sleep shorts before going to the corner and picking up something he can't see. He's shifting inside his paddock, angling his head as best he can to see what you could possibly be rummaging around for. His heart drops to his ass when he sees handcuffs glinting back at him as you swing them around your finger. You're teasing him and you both know it.

"I'm not putting those on."

"Well, I guess you'll just have to pee yourself then." You sound so sweet it makes him sick. "Save a little for me?"

He makes a disgusted face at you, wanting to hurl his breakfast right up but thinking better of it considering he'd have to sit in close quarters with whatever mess he makes. He puts his wrists up, a little taste of submission that feels so fucking good your head feels like it's spinning. You're giggling to yourself like an idiot, putting the cuffs through the bars and locking them around his wrists as tight as you can. You unlatch the three locks you put in for extra measure, letting him crawl out and helping him to his feet.

Your fingers hook into the chain and begin leading him by it, letting him breathe in the fresh air of your apartment and dragging him toward the bathroom. Your bathroom is larger than he'd been prepared for and he staggers his way to the toilet. You stand behind him, your face pressed close to his back. Even his sweat smells good, it has you rubbing your thighs together. You wrap your arms around his bulking frame, enclosing him in your grasp. Your dainty fingers hook into his briefs, your eyes roll back in delight as you praise yourself for removing the rest of his clothes before you'd stuffed him in the cage. The cuffs come down to halt your movements, the chain tinkling.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" His tone is rough and mean, in that way it used to the few times you'd acted out on purpose to make him scold you. Your teeth graze the skin on his back before continuing your hands movements from before.

"Need help, dontcha?" You giggle, easing the elastane off his bulky hips. He mumbles something about you being a little shit but doesn't hinder you further. He figures the more he gives into your whims, the faster you'll be done with your little game and set him free.

He's wrong of course.

Your mouth waters as his cock springs free, you wrap your digits around it and admire how heavy it feels in your hands— even when it's soft. Your hands moves across the soft skin, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth to hold back a groan when you feel it twitch in your palm as you stroke it.

"Told you I gotta piss, not bust a load." He gruffs. You let out a pouty little noise, deciding to exude kindness and restraint—holding it for him. Your panties dampen when that dam of golden liquid springs free, the way it pulses through the shaft. You want him to slide inside you and release himself there too, you want every little bit of him you can get your hands on. The worst part of it all is, you know you're fucking gross. Wasn't it Toji's fault for bringing it out of you?

"C'mon, shake it out." You can't see his face but his ears are tinged red, it gives you that warm fuzzy feeling inside as you oblige him. 'I made you blush!' you want to squeal, but you feign ignorance for now and do as he says, watching as the droplets make their way to the bowl.

Toji's vision begins to blur at the corners and his knees feel like jell-o. He's been in enough fucked up situations (usually on the other end of them) to know this wasn't exhaustion. His body wasn't connecting to his brain. It takes less than a minute for his vision to black out and his knees to buckle before he's falling to the floor below.

When he comes to he's sat butt naked on the shower floor, the water spraying just outside where his body is sat. He's groggy and out of sorts, he almost forgets the past 20 hours. But when his eyes refocus and he can really hone back in on his sensations, he knows where he is. He can still feel the cuffs around his wrists, his boxers are still gone, and instead of being alone in the shower— you're there. Your pink lips wrapped around his cock, bare ass hoisted up in the air and he doesn't need to see to know you're touching yourself.

You blink up at him, the soft squelching of your mouth around him echoing off the shower tiles. Your eyes crescent up into a smile as you open your throat, sinking all the way down to that coarse patch of hair right above his base. He's frozen, watching as your tits sway each time you gag on him. Your mewls reverberate through his shaft, his toes curling at the sensation. He calls your name and you pop off him, his brow creasing as you focus your hand around his sensitive tip.

"Hm?" You wipe at the corners of your mouth with the thumb on your free hand.

"Did you drug me?" You ogle at the clench of his jaw, his temples perforating. You nod slowly, plugging his tip up with your thumb. He sucks in a sharp inhale through his teeth at your movements. "Why?"

"Was just easier to get you washed up this way." You shrug, as if it's no big deal. "But you were so heavy in my hand, I wanted to see how you felt in my mouth."

He pushes past you, using his foot to kick his boxers into his hands, body dripping wet on the bathroom tiles. He waits for you to open the door and puts himself back in the kennel.

His dick throbs for the rest of the night but he refuses to touch it.

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The third day he barely talks to you, refusing any and all food that isn't sealed. You find it irritating but let it slide for the sole fact that you'd gotten the pleasure of tasting him last time. Even if it was just precum.

Sadly for him, that had the wheels turning in your head. Thinking of all the ways you could make him want to give you everything you'd been hoping for. You think maybe it's time to be a little nicer so you set up a shitty box TV right in front of his cage, you know the kind that only takes VCR tapes? His eyes light up but his mouth is still etched with a scowl.

"What's this for?" The way his mouth moves is lazy, like he can't be bothered to put more effort into his words. It feels good, both of you with you pretty little masks off. You ignore him, tinkering with all the knobs and buttons and sliding an 80's porn tape into the maw of the television. Your skin pricks with excited goosebumps as moans blare through the blown out speakers.

There's a thin woman on screen, big hair with a full bush to match. Her dexterous fingers tickle between her thighs as her breasts rise and fall through needy pants that turn into a mix of "daddy" and "I need you".

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Toji's hand swipes over his face, he looks more tired than usual but it somehow adds to that 'older man charm' he's got going on. You crawl over, knees and palms alternating slaps against the vinyl floor as your hips sway toward him.

"Don't worry, if you don't like this one I bought more." You smile, fingers threading back through the bars in an attempt to reach out to him. He doesn't oblige you. Instead ignoring you and laying on his back with his knees propped up. "Gotta give you something to do when I go back on campus tomorrow."

"Listen, kid. You should put all this weird energy into finding a boyfriend, someone who's not me. I know your mom would pay for your therapy or whatever the hell else you need, this isn't the way to get what you want." His lecture falls on deaf ears. You're too caught up in the glowing light from the TV, watching as the older man on the static-y screen gets in bed with the much younger woman. They fit together like two oddly shaped puzzle pieces, your thighs press as he fondles her tits, pinching and pulling at the blushing peaks.

Your head turns back toward Toji, there's a little tent in his pants but you know he's not even halfway hard. It frustrates you beyond belief. Even more so with the all the drooling your pussy is doing while the man on the TV stuffs his fingers inside her, pulling them out and giving them a good lick.

"'Ji?" You call, lip jutting out into a pout, he lets out an uninterested grunt and continues counting the uneven globs of paint on the ceiling. "You mind if I play with myself?"

He freezes for a moment before slipping back into nonchalance, fingers drumming on his chest. "Don't know why you're asking. You're gonna do whatever the hell you want anyway."

To him it's meant as a very clear sign of disinterest, to you it's an admittance of attraction. A sign that if you just push and prod him just enough he'll give in to your whims. You keep your back to him, deciding that the lack of visuals have a better chance of spurring him into want. He watches your back, the way your spine curves and muscles tense as you pull your cloth shorts off and your underwear along with them. You give him a look over your shoulder before slingshotting your pink thong onto the cage. He grumbles as it sways back in forth in its momentum, like it's trying to hypnotize him.

He can see your legs spread from where's sitting, the way they arch and bend so delicately. Your left arm is positioned back so you can rest on it while the right is bent at the elbow. He doesn't need to guess what the gentle movements and the tinkling of your bracelet means, not when soft little sounds are escaping you. Toji tries to ignore the growing strain in his boxers. Tries even harder not to blame himself for it. He is a man after all.

The tape on the TV has stopped for no one, the 'stepfather' on screen fully sheathing himself inside the whimpering young woman in front of him. She tells him how big he is, how good it feels, how she belongs to him. Toji's unraveling behind you, his balls are full and achy. His cock is practically screaming at him to give it a tug and let go.

He can hear how wet you are, the sound of your fingers pumping in and out of that evil cunt of yours is bouncing off all four walls. Your head is slightly tipped back and your hips are moving in tandem with the sounds of the charms on your bracelet.

"Fuuuuck." You cry out, reaching that spongey spot inside you and pressing, pressing, pressing. It's not enough, especially when you're all too aware of how heavy Toji's cock felt, could imagine how stuffed full you'd feel with it inside you.

Your heads tipped back so far you look like a fucking nightmare. Like you're gonna contort your limbs and start walking on all fours toward him. "Toji, it feels so good."

He's white knuckling so hard he's pretty sure his nails are making his palms bleed. Your movements quicken, the squelch getting louder and louder as your hips lift off the floor. You're panting his name and his tip is leaking pre inside his boxers.

Your voice cracks and your ass makes a loud thud back on the floor below. Back against vinyl, your chest heaving up and down as you try to come back to earth— eyes locked with his green ones the whole time.

You crawl back over to him, holding your fingers up to the cage, spreading them apart to show off the sticky strings of your arousal. He watches a bead of wetness drip down your forearm and his balls are screaming. They hurt. He needs release.

"Wanna taste?" You're looking right at him, he's got half a mind to pop one of your digits in his mouth and suck the taste of you off them. But he can't. It's wrong. So fucking wrong.

Instead of giving into whatever 'male instincts' he's got coursing through him, he turns his nose up at you. He glares as he flicks your panties off the corner of his cage, a little act of defiance that doesn't make him any less hard. You capture his hand in yours— the one not coated with your release— and press and gentle kiss to his knuckles.

"Nighty night. I'll stop in to check on you before I head out." You turn on your heel and leave, naked and ass jiggling as if to taunt him some more.

On the third night, he reaches through the bars, straining to recover your underwear and huffing your panties as soon as you leave. Trying not to stroke himself through his briefs.

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On the fourth day you wake up at 5am, eyes still heavy with sleep as you walk your way toward the kitchen. You have a good feeling about the likelihood of Toji eating food you've prepared with your own hands. You keep it safe still, popping a couple frozen waffles in the toaster and booting up the coffee pot. You reach up high, stretching your spine as you wait.

College life was mundane. You didn't have any interest in your peers or parties. You were a bright student, sitting at the top of your class in most subjects. But it was boring. It was a struggle not to fall asleep during lectures or pretend you cared about anything anyone your own age had to say. The only interest you'd ever taken in anything was sitting in the lone room at the end of the hall, probably curled up like the perfect little pet.

You felt especially irritated with the fact that it was pulling you away from said pet. That you couldn't be there to play with him all day, to watch his grumpy expression ebb and flow as you did as you pleased. The waffles pop up and the coffee pot quits its whirring. You find yourself funny as you pour it into a mug labeled '#1 DAD' and giggle the whole way down the hall.

To your surprise, Toji is leaning up against the kennel eyes tired as they've ever been. He closes them and hums at the strong smell of coffee and syrupy waffles. You crouch down in front of him, teetering left and right ungracefully on the balls of your feet.

"Wanna come out and eat?" You cock your head to the side, lip pulled into your mouth as you hold back a toothy grin. "I'm gonna be gone most of the day so it'd probably be nice to stretch your legs a bit."

That handsome scowl is still plastered there, like it's the only face he knows how to make anymore. The circles under his eyes are dark, the usual bright green of his irises turned dim. Unbeknownst to you, he couldn't grapple with the fact that he had huffed your panties and humped the hard plastic underneath him like some kinda dog in heat. That sick little part inside you feels ecstatic that you made him this way— though the only thing you have any inclination of making him into is a sleep deprived old man. He shudders at the thought of you knowing what he had been up to for more than half the night. The only thing keeping him sane is the fact that he'd forced himself not to cum. The lie he was spinning to himself about not being such a piece of shit that he'd coat the inside of his boxers while licking your slick out of your panties was becoming hard to hold onto.

"What's the catch?" There was always a catch with you. You wouldn't give him a single thing easy.

"I have to chain your feet." You mumble, taking a sip of the dark liquid that was supposed to be for him and making a face. "Hands too once you've eaten. Y'know insurance and all that."

He sighs, he's walking a thin line and he knows it. He's on the edge of agreeing to anything if it'll give him just a bit more freedom. Hell, he'd take being drugged again. Anything's gotta be better than being cooped up in a dark room like a damn animal.

So he nods. Nice, slow and submissive. You grab the cuffs for the little bit of extra assurance while he makes his way to the seat and small table you have bolted into the floor and wall. You set the food in front of him and he lets you kiss his forehead like you're some freaky Stepford wife before you get onto your knees and chain them together and then attach it to the chair.

Toji's coming to terms with the fact that he may actually be going insane. The whole time you're on your knees he's picturing you with his cock your mouth, nose pressed to his pubes as you choke and gag around him. He remembers the way you smiled, mouth stuffed full with drool running down your chin. It's all your fault, of course.

He snaps out of it when your look back up at him, fashioning your finger in a come hither motion until he juts his hands out for you to remove the handcuffs. You oblige and stand to your feet, dusting your hands off on your bare legs. Your fingers fist the fabric of the shirt you had been nice enough to give him the day prior. His eyes blow wide, the crease between his brow dissipating into nothing. You bring your face close, feigning a kiss but stopping just as your bottom lip brushes his. His breath is ragged, eyes darting around your face as if there's answers hidden beneath your pores. There isn't.

"I'll be back to say bye. So be good and eat up." It's curt and to the point. He looses out a breath when you pull back and make your way to the door. He turns his body and watches you the whole way, pretending to both you and himself that his eyes aren't wandering your frame. Convinced he's only half hard because it's morning and he hasn't cum in days despite being stimulated. He says nothing as you leave the room, just stuffs his gob with waffles and washes the buttery-sweetness down with the bitter taste of coffee.

Once you've pulled yourself from depraved daughter to socially acceptable scholar you return to his side, he's sitting with a hunched back and bored look in his eyes. Your fingers run over the smooth surface of the little device in your hand, elation licking up your spine.

"Alright Ji, I'm off for the day." Your hands itch behind your back as they slip the little cylindrical shaped object in your back pocket. "Gonna miss you while I'm gone."

You unlatch a twin pair of cuffs from where they hang off your belt loops. They give him a larger range of motion, not large enough to hinder the plans you've made him for the day though. He's obedient and almost adorable as he pouts, listening to the click of the cuffs. "How long are ya gonna be gone?"

"Mmm…" You tap your chin, counting the hours in your head. "About 6 hours? Maybe less if I miss you too much."

You jut your bottom lip out in a mock kiss you know he won't return. He sighs and when you look at him he looks like a puppy who's begun missing it's owner before they've even left. It almost makes you go back on your plan. Almost.

"I lied a bit." You bite your lip as if it'll soften the blow. "Well it's not a lie— more like I just didn't tell you the whole truth."

"You're a fucking piece of work, you know that?" He hangs his head, laugh puffing from between his lips.

"It's what makes me so fun." You tease, your hand pulling the device from your back pocket. You wave it in front of him, putting it on display like you've got the best thing at show and tell. He looks up at you through his shaggy bangs, nostrils flared and baring his teeth but saying nothing.

Your fingers hook into his boxers and he pulls on his restraints. Your mouth waters as his cock springs free, slapping him in the stomach. His tip is red and leaky, you cant help but plug it up with your tongue. You hum when the salty flavor hits your taste buds, shaking your head and attaching the mini bullet vibrator to it and securing it with the medical tape in your other pocket.

You pull your phone out, turning the bright screen toward him to which he squints at. "You see this little graph here?"

He cocks his head to the right and you realize he really is. You wanna put a collar on him and hear him whine and moan about it. The thought excites you too much, your panties are starting to dampen between your thighs and you've only got five minutes before you have to leave to make it on time for your first lecture.

"I have the controls for our new little friend." Your fingers plays over the screen, putting it on the lowest setting. Toji's hips buck, pulling on his restraints as the sounds of vibrations fill your ears. "This is the lowest setting."

"You're gonna leave me here for six hours with this fucking thing on?" His chest is heaving as your finger slides against the screen, upping the intensity every other word. You ignore him, the answer is obvious. Yes, you were gonna leave him here to bask in the glory of edging. You want to tease and play until he's begging to cum. Until his balls are swollen and angry and his hips are bucking into nothing so he can play at the idea of an earth shattering orgasm.

"This," You smile, bumping the intensity as far as it allows. "Is the highest setting."

He falls forward, muscled shoulders shaking while his balls pull so close to his body he thinks they might settle back inside him. It's too intense. It hurts and it feels good. He hates you and he wants you to make him cum.

You bring it back down to the lowest setting, circling him in his chair. Your manicured pointer finger traces over his traps and down his chest. Goosebumps follow after your finger and he shudders. The dulled vibration from the toy you've forced onto him is less of a burden on his psyche, but a burden all the same. He's violently pushing out fat puffs of air from his flared nostrils, head hung and his scar down turned.

"I love you, Ji." You kiss him on the crown of his head, your sentiment makes him feel gross and muddy on the inside. "No cumming before I get home."

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Your palms sweat, elated at the idea of what state Toji would be in when you got back. The whole day you had been glued to your phone, messing with the intensity of his torture. Up and down. On and off. You wonder at the possibility of him cumming in the hour you had to take an exam and had left it somewhere in the middle on a pulse setting. You drum up a punishment, deciding that if he had cum you'd make him lick you through the bars of his enclosure. If he hadn't you'd offer him a night of luxury spent sleeping in a bed— next to you of course.

You can't hurry home fast enough, practically sprinting to your car and driving well over the speed limit. You're desperate and in need of a change of panties— the ones your currently have on had been soaked through by the end of your first lecture.

Meanwhile, Toji was sat huffing and puffing in his seat. Body folded in half as he uses the cool tabletop as a headrest. The skin on his face, chest and back was all tinged pink with both frustration and a desperate need to empty his balls. He wants to fuck something. Bad. To sheathe himself inside something to feel some sort of relief and fuck until his balls are emptier than they ever had been. He feels the vibrations quicken and the intensity ramp up just as he hears footsteps approaching.

When you crack open the door and sunlight peeks through he thinks he might cry out. His wrists are pulling as hard as they can against his restraints, corded muscle bulging out of his forearms. There's a vein blossoming through his pretty forehead that you want to kiss. You almost fall to your knees when you finally see him.

Big, burly and menacing as he always is, you expect him to glare and curse at you when you enter. He's like a dream. A wet one with tears and snot muddled together as his body spasms. He writhes like a corpse reanimated.

"Have you had fun today?" You coo, fingers carding through the hair sweat slicked to his forehead.

"You're evil. God I feel like my dicks broken." He gives you a non-answer. Glaring daggers at you, dull as they may be in his current state. His strong will was one of the many things you love about him and it was here painted like the renaissance in earth and jeweled pigments.

You had done well, brought him to the very precipice of mind numbing pleasure for hours. His balls were pulled tight, sitting close to his body with a tip that was bright red and gleaming with the sheen of precum. You wiggled out of your jeans, pulling your panties down along with them. Instead of discarding them on the floor you bunch them up, the little slice of fabric holding the excitement of the day being on the outskirts.

"Open." Your voice is soft, almost tinged with nurturing undertones as your nails hook into his jaw. He obliges. What else could he do? Wait for you to bring out another contraption that could make him forcibly comply? His mouth feels wet and dry at the same time. You stuff the panties in. His hips undulating into nothing as he growls at the fresh taste of your cunt.

With your back to him, you bend over. Your pretty manicured fingers digging into your ass cheek and pulling, your cunt on full beautiful display.

"Wanna cum in here?" You giggle and it's mean. You know he's teetering on the edge of want and responsibility. He's grunting and lapping at the fabric pressed to his tongue. He wants you. Wants to forget he's supposed to be mature and treat you like he's your father figure, but you've just about broken him. He's been ground down to his most basic instincts to fuck and cum and do as he pleases.

He turns his head, knuckles turning white in his forced denial. You laugh at him like he's just told you the joke of the century, the desperation in him is palpable. You sit on his lap, leaky cunt resting on his thigh just out of reach of his cock. You kiss along his jaw and he fights the screaming desire to let you— turning his head. You lick a bead of sweat that runs down his temple and savor the salty taste, though it's nothing compared to the savory notes of his precum you'd had earlier that morning.

Your teeth nip at his lobe and he fucking whimpers. A curse falls from your lips as you brush against the shell of his ear. "Fine, I'll give you your reward for being so good today."

You move off him, chaining the restraints at his wrists to each other and bending down to do the same for the ones attached to his ankles. You pull the panties from his mouth and smile at the strings of spit tethered from his mouth to the fabric. He had sucked the flavor out of them and as much as he'd hoped you didn't notice— you did.

You pull him to his feet by the interlocked cuffs around his wrists and pull him into the bathroom to shower him off. You take extra care washing his balls, massaging them with a delicacy you hadn't shown him thus far. You're both silent the whole time.

When you wash his cock he pushes you into the tiled wall, his head resting on the tile as he bites into your shoulder. It takes everything in him not to thrust into your hand. The pain of his bite grows and you can see blood trickling down your skin. It feels good, being hurt by him. You can feel the blood pulsing under his shaft and you know all too well he's trying to cum. You release him, pulling down the shower head and rinsing him off. You speed through the rest of the shower as fast as you can to keep yourself from shoving him to the floor and sinking down onto him.

Before you offer him the comfort of your mattress, you grab the food you'd been smart enough to order off the porch. Sitting opposite him at the table with his dominant hand uncuffed.

"Did you like your new toy?" You don't look up, forking a bite onto your utensil.

"Yeah, loved having my dick tortured by my step-daughter for six hours straight." It's sarcastic and mean, his words over exaggerated in the quiet of your home. "Y'know your old man's getting too old for this shit."

You roll your eyes, it's your turn to glare daggers at him. "Seemed like you liked it well enough when you were sucking me off my own panties."

He doesn't have anything to say to that. What excuse could he have to have been so willing? He spends the rest of your meal in silence.

You wash up, leaving him to stare out your large floor to ceiling windows in silence. The first he had seen of the outside world in days. He almost feels relaxed, closing his eyes but keeping his ears alert. They snap open when he hears the water shut off, head turning to watch you slink down the opposite hall. Your head ticks in a silent request for him to follow. He stands, chains tinkling with every loud step. He's still completely nude. And hard. His dick bobs up and down as he approaches, an immature part of you wants to laugh. At the risk of him not taking you seriously, you swallow it down.

He stops at the threshold of the door. Your bedroom. It's not overly girly and frilled with lace. There's a corkboard with pictures of the both of you that you've cropped your mother and Megumi out of sitting above a messy desk littered with reading material, your laptop and empty redbull cans. A normal set up for a very fucking twisted college girl.

"The hell did you bring me here for?" He grunts. You walk past him into the room, opening your dresser and pulling out a large pair of sweats and throwing them at him. Confident in his ability to pull them on with his hands interlinked as you undo the restraints on his feet.

"Your reward, obviously." You say like it's the most logical thing in the world. He looks around as if the reward in question will jump out at him before wondering if the gift of pants had been it all along.

"And that is…" He trails off, waiting for you to connect the dots for him. He bends down to pull the sweats over his feet and you watch as he jumps into them. He hisses through his teeth as the fleece brushes over his sensitive head.

"I'm letting you sleep in my bed." You smile, ditching what's left of your clothes into the hamper by the door. "Aren't I so kind?"

He looks away to keep himself from drooling over your nakedness. He feels like he's in heat, like the sight of an ankle could send him into a frenzy.

"I'm sure you'll also be sleeping here." He sounds less than excited. To be fair, he is. His dick is still throbbing and your bed is only a full size. He can only imagine what rewards await him.

"Well, of course." You snort, pulling a thin tank top and a pair of boyshorts on. He sighs, settling onto the bed to put himself to sleep as quickly as possible. He's on his side, teetering on the edge to put as much distance between you as your small bed will allow. He feels the mattress dip beside him, the warmth of your body radiating over him like a blanket despite the space between you. You let him.

"G'night, daddy." You whisper, turning your bedside lamp off with a click.

That night, Toji dreams it's you in the cage. His dick between the bars, leather leash in his clenched fist. He pulls it taut, the grid from the bars embedding into your pretty face as he fucks his thick cock into your throat.

"C'mon baby, open up for daddy. Let me play in that pretty throat." He's smiling. The scar on his lips elongating with a vicious flash of canines as he watches drool push past the corners of your mouth. Your lashes are coated in tears, the mix of fluids is dripping down your chin onto your chest. His hips stutter and he can feel the cum inching from his balls to his shaft. He pulls out of your throat, a pwah! sound and drool falling from your swollen lips as he does.

His calloused hand wraps around himself, choking his length in a death grip as he strokes it. A sound between a cry and a growl cracks in the back of his throat as he paints you with his cum. Thick white ropes landing in your hair, across your forehead and cheeks. He finds joy in using his tip to smear it over your lips. You look so fucking pretty. Morals be damned.

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His eyes fly open, his hand is gripping his cock like a vice. He feels unclean. Beyond perverted and fucked up. He wants to say it's your fault. That you had somehow come up with a contraption that could fabricate such a dream and torture him. Any excuse not to hold himself accountable for the sticky feeling inside his pants. He lifts the elastic, peering in and relishing in the fact that he hadn't cum in his pants. But more than feeling warped beyond saving, he's disgustingly horny.

He tells himself it's alright that he's flipped over to face you, scooting closer so your ass presses into his dick. The pressure feels like a god send. He deludes himself, blaming you for the way he pulls his pants down so they sit just below his heavy balls. You did this to me he thinks as he slots himself between the meat on your thighs.

"Down boy." Your voice crashes into him like a bad accident. He thrusts anyway, pre coating the inside of your thighs. "You hear me? If you keep going I'm gonna fuck you."

He groans into your shoulder. You try to wriggle away but he uses his shackled wrists to circle you. His beefy arms are around your waist in needy protest as his hips continue to seek fulfillment.

"Toji." Not daddy. Not 'Ji. Toji. The sound of his name rolling off your tongue has him biting the inside of his cheek.

"I need it. Fuck. I need to cum." He pants out, his teeth sink into the same spot they had the night before— reopening the wound. He laps at it, collecting the blood and humming at the metallic taste on his tongue. "I'll do anything you want, baby. Just let daddy cum okay?"

You smile to yourself, that depraved sadistic part of your heart swelling. Your eyes roll back in euphoric delight. You pull it back to neutrality before unslotting him from between your thighs. He hisses at the loss of contact. You turn to face him, cupping his face in your right hand while wrapping your left around his cock. His hips are stuttering into your hand, skin throbbing against your palm.

"Once you do this you're mine old man. You got that?" You flatten your hand against his tip and smoosh all his precum back against him. He nods, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring.

You make quick work of fastening his restrains to your headboard, pulling your tank and underwear down quickly thereafter. You want to give him foreplay. Relax your throat and feel him full and heavy inside your mouth as his cock makes friends with your uvula. But you're far too greedy. You want him inside you. To feel his girth stretching out your walls as he writhes underneath you.

He stares at your pretty tits and how they sit so perfectly on your chest, the expanse of your stomach all the way down to your pussy mound. Your pussy lips tease him. He wants to lap at your clit and drink your slick straight from the source instead of being force fed the remnants on your panties.

You hover over him, a violent glob of spit shooting from your mouth down to his twitching cock. You spit on the tips of your fingers as well and — though you don't need it— lather it against your patiently waiting hole. You hold him firmly, rubbing the spit you'd just given him over his shaft for an even coating before giving it a few passes between your folds.

"C'mon, don't do that." He whines. Toji Fushiguro whines. And you had made him. "Let me in. Let me feel your cute little cunt."

You smile down at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. His mouth opens in his desperation, shoving his tongue into yours and licking the back of your teeth. He has no one to blame anymore. He's about to fuck his step-daughter and he'd asked for it. Begged for it is more accurate, but that's something he is yet to admit to himself.

He moans against your mouth, your tongue wrapping around his as you ease his dick in. He's big. Just the tip has your mouth watering and he enjoys the spittle you transfer into his covetous maw. He's lifting his hips off the mattress, the balls of his feet digging into your sheets. You're mean and spiteful, using his chest to push yourself up further and further just to tease him. He groans, wrists red and raw from pulling at the restraints. Your headboard sounds like it's going to give out soon.

"All that protesting just to be so eager, hm?" You taunt, rolling your hips in a circle on his cock head.

"You're being a fucking brat." He spits, slamming back into the mattress with a pout.

"Hmm, I wonder who I learned it from." You laugh. He thinks you look beautiful, he wants to ruin you and make you cry. Swat your ass until it's red and raw with his hand print. To prove his point, you drop down with one fell swoop. A strangled sound comes from the back of his throat akin to the cry of a wounded animal. He fills you so deliciously that you can't help but cry out, your fingernails digging into his pecks.

His hips stutter, "Oh fuck."

Warmth pools inside of you and you're looking at each other like you'd been wronged by the other in some way.

"How naughty. Cumming inside your step-daughter like that." He looks mortified, like he wants to dissolve into nothing. His lips are wobbling and you wonder if he might cry. What a beautiful sight. Bringing the big, mean Toji Fushiguro to tears with your cunt.

You're glaring at him as you rotate your hips, finding a motion and rhythm that feel good. To hell with him and his one-sided pleasure.

"Sorry." He mumbles. You pretend you can't hear him and send an inquisitive hum his way. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"It's okay, 'Ji." You smile, grinding your clit into that black tuft of hair on his pubic bone. "You can go again right?"

"Yeah baby, lemme take care of you." His mouth is moving faster than his brain, too eager to please in his pussy drunk state.

Your hands find purchase on his chest, slamming down onto his now half hard cock. He feels like the wind has been knocked out of him. Every time he catches his breath you bring your hips down to steal it away again. He think he might die inside you. And what a beautiful final resting place. All nestled snug inside where everything is warm and good. How kind of you to let him decay and rot within your beautiful walls.

He's so sensitive and you're using your cunt like a machine. Milking him as you purposefully make your walls spasm. He watches tentatively as his cum seeps out of you and pools onto his pubic bone.

He's pulling and pulling on his restraints, your headboard groaning with his forceful ministrations. You hear the wood snap before you realize what's happened. He has you flipped over, your tits pressed against cool sheets with his palm spread over the bottom of your spine. You purr like a cat when his hips come flush against your ass. His fingers thread into your hair too close to the scalp. It stings when he pulls you up, his abdomen pressed into your back. Deciding last second he'd rather have you close.

"You've been so mean to me baby." It's low and threatening. You turn your head to give him those pretty, pleading eyes that have always seemed to work on him. They don't. Not anymore. "It's daddy's turn."

His hips pull back, slow and sultry, before snapping forward without any consideration for your much smaller body. Not caring that you were rather unused to a man of his size. You watch his hand wind up, smacking your ass with reckless abandon. It stings, but more than that it feels so fucking good. You can feel the skin swelling as his palm soothes the wound.

"Count." He barks, nipping at that same spot on your shoulder. He sinks his teeth even deeper, reopening the wound. His hand winds up again, his thrusts quickening before his palm connects with your asscheek again.

"One." You breathe out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. His teeth grind down harder, he groans as another slap meets skin and your pussy clenches. "Two."

He continues on like that until you reach ten, eyelashes wet as sobs wrack through you. Your shoulders shake and your ass throbs. Toji finally unlatches his jaw, his teeth stained with your blood as he smiles down at you.

"You like it don't you?" His hips meet your ass even more brutally. "You made me like this. Tell daddy you like it, baby."

He's spiraling, descending into madness as you wrap around him. Little sobs of his name falling from your lips.

"Quit your crying, sweetheart. I wanna hear the words come from that pretty little mouth loud and clear." He pushes you deep into the mattress, your tears darkening the sheets below.

"Love it, Ji. I wanna love all of you. Give me everything." You're babbling, looking at him through your peripheral with a lazy smile plastered on your face. His fingers reach down and play with your clit, using your slick as lubrication. The last thing you need is more stimulation, you're already teetering on the edge of euphoria. He's hitting what feels like the back of your pussy with no room left to thrust, yet he still pushes forward. Tries to make a home for himself inside you.

This wasn't just sex or even anything close to making love. No, this was animalistic. This was fucking.

"You gonna squeeze me tight when you cum? Make me feel how badly you've wanted me to take you like this?" His words alone spur you to a place beyond pleasure, pressed against your back and saying every dirty thing you'd ever imagined. He pinches your clit and your vision goes white and starry. You hear a crackled yelp and realize it's you, all whiny and drawn out. Your body slumps into the mattress below with a solid thud. He doesn't stop his movements, just puts his hands under your belly and lifts you back into an arch.

"Oh baby, we're not done yet." He coos, swiping stray strands of hair from your sweaty forehead. Enjoying himself too much as he watches your legs tremble and shake underneath you like the little fawn you are.

"My legs won't stop shaking." You cry. Your fingernails dig into his bicep and he finds you disgustingly endearing.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy's got you." He soothes, kissing your hair as his hips slow. Your cunt is still fluttering around him. You feel like you're half way outside your body when he flips you onto your back. His thumb comes up and wipes the saliva that's beginning to dry on the corner of your mouth. You look so pretty laid on your back, hair fanning out around you. It feels wrong, sitting deep inside your wet cunt and staring down at your nakedness. But that makes him enjoy it all the more, the wrongness of it all.

His palms lay flat against the underside of your thighs, pushing them until your knees are touching your ears and your belly rolls in on itself. Your eyelashes are still wet as you stare up at him lazily, mouth parted and inviting. He presses his body weight down on you, it feels good to be crushed by him. You want him to chew you up and spit you out. To be meaner to you than you've been to him for the last four days.

"Look so pretty sweetheart." He coos, pulling his hips back slowly. You gasp when you feel his dick slip out, whining and pawing at him.

"Put it back. Please put it back." You mewl. He ignores you, using the mix of cum and slick to glide against your pussy lips. "Toji."

"You've been teasing me for days but the moment I do it, it's a problem." He laughs, "I'm trying to control myself here."

Your arms are reaching up, pulling him down by his neck with a look that makes him wanna crawl inside your skin and never leave. "Don't be gentle with me, 'Ji. I told you to give me everything."

His eyes blow wide, heart hammering behind his chest. He's deluded himself into thinking he can come back from this. That he can fill you with cum, fuck you until you're battered and bruised just to slip back into a fatherly role. He can't, of course. Not without imagining you choking on his fingers while he fucks you behind everyone's backs.

"Daddy's greedy," Toji coo's in your ear, "I want this pretty hole too." He reaches down between you, past your pussy to thumb against your asshole. You let your calves rest against his shoulders, using them to raise yourself up and give him easier access. He follows you up, pressing his dick in at the same pace he pushes in his thumb. It's uncomfortable so you squirm as he pushes in to the knuckle.

His finger sits in its place inside you, his cock moving in and out. He can feel himself just a bit, girth stretching your walls thin. He thinks that alone might make him cum. He wants to shove a couple more digits in and make you cry, but he decides against it. You'd definitely like it though, begging for more through tear filled eyes.

The angle he's fucking you in is hitting your bladder, pistoning hard as he begins to curl his thumb in your ass. Your toes are curling and you can feel all the water you drank the night before begging to burst free. You clench around him, thinking that if you can just make him cum you can run and relieve yourself.

With every pulse you're drawing him deeper and deeper into whatever sick little world you live in. The world where step-daddy's can fuck and fill their step-daughters to their hearts content. He no longer hears that little voice in the back of his head that tells him its wrong to be filling your ass and cunt in tandem. No, that little voice is telling him to shove the fingers on his free hand down your throat until you choke and gag. Spurring him on to be mean and vicious, everything he has always known lives inside him but has stuffed down to pretend at being a family man.

He doesn't care about any of it. He wants to fill you with him to the point of bursting. Wants to press down on your stomach and watch his cum leak out and smile at the thought of putting a baby in you and ruining your young fucking life.

That's who he really is at his core. Dirty, disgusting and depraved enough to reach for your jaw with his free hand and wrench it open. Your tongue lolls out as if this is all natural and normal. He watches the way the back of your throat opens and closes, the way your uvula wriggles. He wants to stuff his cock in but instead collects his saliva and spits right into the back of your throat. You almost choke on it and the feeling of your stomach clenching involuntarily fills him with a deep satisfaction. He gives an especially hard stroke directly into your bladder, you feel a little trickle out at the abuse. A flush heats your cheeks all the way down to your chest.

"Toji, I gotta pee." You croak, your fingers clawing at his sweat slick back. It's like he doesn't hear you, his hips keep pistoning at that same cruel pace with eyes that seemed to have glazed over. "Toji."

"Oh just shut the fuck up and pee on me already. I'm not done." He groans as your cunt constricts him even further. You like it, the facade of a kind and caring father slipping off to reveal a monster only you have become acquainted with. Your body refuses to give way despite the pressure and strain building below your belly.

He looks down at you, face painted with fury with his top lip pulled up in a snarl. "I can't. It won't come out." You sob. Your body won't fully relax. Not with the object of your desires slotted deep inside you.

What he's thinking is splayed all over his features, 'Who the fuck can't just piss if they need to piss?' He pulls his thumb out of you and lets your body fall roughly down onto the mattress. You think he's gonna let you go. Let you scurry off to the bathroom and maintain some semblance of your dignity. Not that you had much to begin with.

Unfortunately not. Instead, he fucks into you harder. Hits that yummy little spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your bladder ache even more. "Pee."

The demand makes you flush even deeper, you try to wriggle your way out of his grasp but his hands lock you in place. You feel too good on his cock for him to let you go and your bladder is taking up too much of the room inside you he wants to make his own.

"I told you I fucking ca-"

He slaps you. Hard. Your jaw hangs open and your ears ring. The damn of yellow threatens to break free as you focus on the stinging on your cheek and he looks at you like he's done a very good thing. "Watch your mouth, kid. Now piss for daddy, yeah?"

His palm comes to rest on your lower belly, pushing down and slowly increasing the pressure. It had been fine and dandy when you had held his dick and watched him piss. All the while you were too ladylike to piss on him? To hell with that.

He hips snap with a newfound ferocity, his green eyes sending you a silent threat to disobey him. His fingers work your clit like he's known it for years. You can feel the scrape of his tip at your entrance as he threatens to pull out of you, every vein as he carves out your insides to mold to him. It's overwhelming even without him using his full body weight to press on you. His dick throbs inside you and you know he's close. You want it. He makes you want, want, want. Always wanting for him.

He hits a spot inside you that the monstrous dildo in your bedside table had never even hit, and that's when he gets you. His ruthless cock soothes every tense nerve in your body. You don't even realize you're cumming until you see the slightly yellow tinged waterworks spray over him. It's coating everything. It's in his hair and dripping down his chin. He's gross enough to open his mouth and you watch his adams apple bob as he swallows, eyes rolling back.

Toji falls forward, hiking your legs back up over his shoulders as you quake underneath him from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Oh, you're so fucking gross." He coo's in a way that feels more like a compliment than an insult. "Did so good for me. That felt good didn't it baby?"

"Toji…" You cry, fingers leaving more red scratches down his chiseled back. "No more. You're gonna break me."

"Then fucking break for me sweetheart." He grunts, but its him that breaks. He's biting and nipping at any inch of skin he can. Fingers digging into the plush meat on your hips like it's gonna bring him down to earth any faster. That pool of warmth is seeping into you and it feels even better than the first time. His lips find yours again, drooling and growling as he rocks his hips to ride out the rest of his orgasm. He bites down on your bottom lip so hard it splits, he licks at it and hums to himself.

Once his cock has spit every last drop of cum into your greedy little cunt he pulls out of you. Covered in piss and sweat and pussy juice as he flops next to you, panting. He sits up on his elbows big and burly as ever in your tiny bed as he watches his fluids leak out of you. He frowns, pushing them back in with his middle and pointer just for it to come leaking out again. He stands to his feet, bending down and giving you a nice view of his muscled ass and empty balls hanging between his legs. He smiles, thinking himself rather smart as he picks up your panties and flops back down next to you again.

"Open up." He teases. You raise a brow, maw opening slightly with a confused look on your face. He sighs, swiping a hand over his beautiful visage like you've got half a brain. "Your legs."

You glare at him for the silent insult, hooking your arms under your legs and spreading them. He collects what he can of what's leaked out on his two fingers before stuffing it back inside. He chuckles, watching you bristle as he stuffs the panties in after.

"What the hell are you doing?" You bite, slapping his hands away despite the fact he'd already accomplished his goal.

"Said you wanted to give Megs a sibling, right?" He smiles at you like he'd just said something mind-blowingly smart.

"Yeah. Okay old man, you need to brush up on sex-ed." You snort, standing to your feet and pulling his weird baby making contraption out of you and into the laundry hamper. "Let's go shower so we can get back in here and make sure it takes."

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cw: NONCON + rough handling + cumplay

Choso didn't plan on crying when he forced himself onto you. If anything, he figured you'd be the one in tears, clawing at him and begging him with wide, teary eyes to please, Choso, stop.

But you won't even look at him.

He hates it. He hates it. Your ignoring him is the reason you're in this position in the first place, and you aren't doing what you're supposed to. Why aren't you crying? Why won't you scratch and kick and claw at him until he bleeds? Why is he here, forcing him inside of your rejectingly tight body, with tears running down his cheeks?

He sniffles, aimlessly wiping his cheek on his shoulder where wet stains bloom. His hair falls into his face as he looks down at you, listless beneath him, and grabs your face in his left hand. Your cheeks smush between his fingers as he forces your gaze up and onto him.

“Please,” he begs, like he’s not the one in unquestionable control. “Please please just look at me. Why won’t you look at me?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, but realise your mistake in doing so when Choso slaps you across the face. Your cheek stings enough to well tears up in your eyes, which you try desperately to blink away. You won't give him the satisfaction.

"I don't..." he sniffles, his lip wobbling. "I don't want to hurt you. This could have been so good for you, you know? I wanted to be gentle, and... and make you feel loved."

"I hate you."

"Don't say that." He's still crying, all red-eyed and snotty, but his jaw clenches too. He thrusts sharply into you, making you cry out and gawk, and speaks through teeth that are clenched so tight they might crack. "You love me. You're soaking wet, can't you hear it? You're just..." he lowers his voice, "...being a bitch. And I'm sorry for calling you that, baby, but it's true. I love you."

"No you don't." You don't know why you're arguing with him — you should back down, power off. He doesn't deserve the fight, or the tears, or a single lick of emotional response from you. Still, you argue. "You're sick in the head, Choso."

Choso takes your face in his hand again, lowering his head down to press his forehead against yours. His breath is searing hot against your mouth as he practically growls his words. "I love you. I'm trying to make this good for you. Just let me make you feel good."

"Stop," you exhale. He snakes a hand down your body and starts rubbing rhythmic circles over your clit. They're messy and harsh and not exactly in the right spot, but a bloom of pleasure in something so mean is... nice.

No — not nice. Why would you think that? This is bad, and you feel sick, and there's nothing nice about what Choso is doing to you. The stretch of his cock inside of you, the drag and pull of his thrusts, and the clumsy ministrations of his fingers over your clit is just physical sensation. Nothing more.

"There you go," you hear him coo, and look up to see he's smiling down at you all teary-eyed like he's a proud fucking father. "You're moaning. You like that?"

You were? You shake your head, but Choso ignores it and continues on. Now that he's drawing slivers of pleasure out of you, he seems to double down. This thrusts quicken, hips pressing into yours with each stroke of his cock deep inside of you. You gasp as the air is practically forced out of your lungs, and scramble at Choso for purchase.

It almost looks like you're holding onto him. Nails digging into his arms, sounds of something close to need dripping from your mouth.

"God I love you," he chokes on another sob, overwhelmed with just how good you feel wrapped around him. He can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you, fuck you full every night and fuck it all back into you come morning. You'll learn to love it, just like you are now. "I love you so much. Tell me you love me."

You press your lips together.

"Tell me you love me." His hips buck forward, fingers work faster on your clit until your back is arching up off the bed and you're choking on your own sounds. When you still don't sing for him, Choso presses his entire weight down on top of you, smushing his cheek against yours and whispering into your ear. "I'll make it worse if you don't. I'll fuck your ass."

Your muscles tense at the thought. You ignore the curling in your stomach as you bite your words out, "I love you."

"I love you too," he moans, pulling back to kiss your cheek. "Tell me you feel good. That you're not mad at me."

You blink. "I'm not mad. I... I feel good."

"I know you do," he smiles, peppering your contorted face in kisses. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're gonna cum on my cock, aren't you baby? I'm so happy you like it."

His words nauseate you, but he's not wrong — you can feel yourself teetering on that vile edge. You've never wanted something so little and so much at the same time. Will it negate what he's done if you let go?

Your orgasm washes over you slowly, builds up with each roll of his hips, and soon enough; you're a mess of moans as you cum around his dick. He pulses inside of you, obviously spurred on by your pleasure, but pulls out before he can spill himself.

You almost miss the stretch; the sudden emptiness in your cunt jarring after being kept so full for so long. He was warm, and strong, and a grounding weight on top of you despite him being the reason you needed grounding.

You stop yourself from whining as he climbs up and presses his cock against your face.

"Sorry," he grunts, jerking himself off as he smears his leaking tip against your lips. "I know facials are degrading. I promise I'll never do it again, I've just thought about it for so long... wanna see my cum all over your pretty face. God, you're so pretty."

With a choked moan, and another sniffle of tears from him, Choso shoots his load all over your face. It gets in your hair, all over your lips and cheeks — even up your fucking nose. You barely have a second to react before he's bucking his hips forward and smearing his mess all over your face with the tip of his cock.

"Choso..."

"I know," he coos. "'M sorry. Really. I'll clean it up."

And clean it up he does. He leans down, presses a sloppy kiss to your still lips, and then gets to work. Choso drags his tongue all over your mouth, cheeks, forehead, nose, until you're not only a mess of smeared cum, but of spit as well.

Once he's collected what he can, he rears back and forces your mouth open with two prying fingers. Hooks them over your teeth and holds your jaw open so that you can't bite down, and spits his load into your mouth.

"Don't swallow," he orders, pressing your mouth closed and moving to lay down beside your stiff body. "Just hold it for a bit. Want you to taste me."

You almost laugh, and then almost cry. You'd have to drink bleach to get rid of the taste in your mouth.

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cw: incest + slapping + dubcon

Your uncle Sukuna is a bad man.

You've known it your whole life; been privy to enough dinner-table conversations to know he's no good. He's always been the heavy weight of a room. The 'you-know-who' who did 'you-know-what' and'll be paying for it behind bars for god-knows how long.

You've never met him, of course. You don't have the childhood memories of a doting uncle to look back on and wonder just how he had become such a monster. He was never around, always just a name you'd hear whispered beneath your mother's breath when she'd get talking with her sister on the phone. That Sukuna, she'd call him, bad news.

After you graduated high school, and were soon to leave home, your father had taken you for a drive so that you could talk. You expected the usual lecture a girl gets before venturing off to college — no boys, no booze, no benzos — but instead, he looked you in the eyes and made you swear to never seek Sukuna out.

It was an easy promise to make, considering he was locked up and you weren't vying to get to know a man who was involved in such sketchy things, relative or not. He's probably taken life, and you weren't willing to put yours on the line.

Still, perhaps a life of knowing you shared blood with someone who had spilt so much of it made you curious about the dangers of the world. Could anyone really blame you for latching onto the scary older guy you met at a bar after a particularly gruelling test? He had sweet talked you, made you think that maybe such a rough and imposing man was capable of holding a soft spot for a sweet thing like you.

And you were, of course, wrong in your judgements; he was rough and mean in every way of the word. Hardly any respect for you or your virginity when he took you back to his barely-furnished apartment and fucked you into the mattress on his floor until you wet his pillows with your tears.

Painful as he was, it was like you'd seen the light. Your eyes were opened to a whole new world of fear-laced pleasure, and this tank of a man on top of you wasn't relenting any time soon.

What would your daddy think? His little girl who he's spent so long trying to protect from the dark and scary in this world, laid out beneath a man as mean and nasty as this one... and moaning like a whore for more.

"Quit squirming," he's holding you down, pressing the heel of his palm into your lower belly, feeling his prodigious cock near splitting you open from the inside out. "Should have put something in your drink, woulda made this easier."

That's... doing more to you than it should. Your tryst must feel the way you tighten at the prospect of being completely subjected to his whims, because he gives you a filthy fucking smile and increases pace.

"It's..." the air is forced from your lungs with each deep thrust of his length inside of you. "Oh my god, it's my first... first time."

He only rolls his eyes, slaps your hand away when you try to grab at his arm. "Obvious. You're bleeding."

You are? You'd check for yourself, catch a glimpse of the red sheen on his cock as he jackhammers into you, but when you lift your head he slaps you hard across the cheek. You gasp, choke on a sob. "'M sorry."

He rolls his eyes, pulling almost all the way out just to slam back inside of you with a grunt. "You'll clean it up."

The force of his endeavours have fresh tears springing to your eyes, but you've never known a feeling like the one blooming in your stomach, so you endure the searing burn and cruel stretch for what rewards it might reap.

Not that you're sure he'd stop if you asked him to anyway.

You try to take him in like this, the stately build of him. He's all muscle, tattooed and pierced and imposing from all sides. His eyes are sharp and uncaring, but hungry and ravenous all the same — you couldn't think of any way to describe him outside of beast-like.

His orgasm is quick to come, his face hardening as he jolts his hips forward and shoots his load inside of you with a groan. He looks so good, muscles irritated and tense as he spills his seed that you can't bring yourself to care about his earlier promise to pull out.

The feeling of being filled up like this, pumped full of cum by a man whose name you don't yet know, is almost enough to spur on your own orgasm. Another stroke from him, or a few mean words in your ear, even another strike across the face and you'd be cumming too.

But he pulls out harshly, no care for your lack of orgasm, and shuts you up when you whine at the burning loss of sensation by prying your mouth open with his fingers and feeding you his cock.

He said you'd clean up, right? Your head is forced back, jaw held open as his cock weighs heavy against your tongue. The taste of salt and iron floods your mouth, and you're keenly reminded of what he said about you bleeding. You gag, forgetting how to breathe through your nose as you're reduced to a warm, wet mouth.

It's only once you've swallowed around him a few times, cleaned the evidence of your loss of virginity from his cock, that he pulls back and lets you breathe. You cough and splutter, wipe the drool from your chin and the tears from your eyes, just to look up him leering over you and decide that you might've just fallen in love.

There's definitely something wrong with you. He grabs a pack of cigarettes from the floor beside the mattress and plucks one out, lighting it with a discarded lighter and inhaling nice and deep.

He cocks a brow when he meets your gaze, still stupid-looking and cockdrunk. "Problem?"

You blink, shake your head once and then wince at the pain blooming on your cheek where he slapped you. "Just..." your voice is hoarse, you cough. "Didn't expect my first time to be on a mattress on the floor. Or... to be like that, at all."

You weren't complaining, he could tell you'd be crawling back with downcast eyes within the week, begging please, fuck me again. Still, he rolls his neck and tries to muster up something apologetic. "Don't have much furniture yet."

"Did you just move in..?" you look around, taking in the sparse apartment. You hadn't been so focused on the decor earlier, not with his cock stealing your attention.

"Something like that," he speaks around his cigarette, looking down at you with eyes that, for some reason, have darkened. "Just got out of prison."

Nausea roils your stomach as, just for a split second, you entertain the impossible. "Oh."

He smiles. It's so predatory and shark-like that you can't remember if he had looked this familiar when he approached you at the bar.

And that look of uncertainty on your face has his cock stirring all over again. Maybe he should've been easier on you, let you cum on his cock and look back on your first time with a little more dignity than this...

but Sukuna never was great at first impressions, especially when it came to family.

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Hiii!! Do you think would do something were dad Toji and his best friend Shiu have their turns on you (i just found your account and you are my writer on here💐)

YES!!! EEEEK i used to have stuff like this on my old blog i would luv to write more :3 if u want rlly good stuff until then u should read this fic by @oncam

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cw incest

big brother kuna telling you it doesn’t count if he puts it in your ass :/ who are u to argue with that logic i guess

so he spends half an hour eating your ass and stretching you out on his fingers, laughing at you and calling you a ‘fucking baby’ when you squirm at the stretch

you’re just too eager to prove yourself to him as something more than his fragile little sister!! so you tell him you’re squirming bc he’s boring you already & he just smiles at that because you have no idea how much you’ll wish you didn’t say that.

now he’s prone on top of you, his chest pressed heavily against your back as he thrusts in and out of your ass real fast and mean, letting your sniffles and apologies get muffled by the blankets you’re pressed into :((

biting at ur ear, growling praise and degradation about how you feel so fucking good, it’s a shame you’re enough of a whore to be willing to give your ass up to your brother. maybe if you weren’t such a fucking brat all the time, he’d wedge a hand between you and the bed and rub at your sore clit. but you can take him like this if you insist on being so mouthy :/