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begging for stepdad!dex reacting to you getting broken up with and he comforts you with the only way he knows how…

oh dada dex..

slamming the door when you come in, immediately looking for dad for comfort :( and he’s spread out on the couch watching TV, dexs eyes meeting your teary eyes with a flicker of concern. patting his lap for his little girl to come sit, “oh sweetheart c’mere..” he’ll coo wrapping his arms around you. probably faux sympathy just to get into your pants again but of course he wouldn’t let you know that.

and you’re all curled up in his lap, your arms holding his neck as you cry into his shoulder. you’re sniffling, “he was such liar daddy..he didn’t really like me!” and he’s nodding with you telling you it’s okay he’s here now, “he didn’t know anything baby, didn’t know you’re such a wonderful girl. m’here now, dad will take care of you..” he’d say while his hands rub soft circles on your ass, coming up between your legs and as you opened them for him with a welcome. “want dad to make you feel better? huh princess?” and you’ll say yes with a whine, coming up to kiss at his neck in desperation. only wanting him to make you feel good like he usually does when mom isn’t home, or how good he made you feel whenever your (now ex) boyfriend would get you upset.

then he’ll have you in you turned over on the same couch on your stomach, pounding into you. giving you all the praise and love he knows you need. “shh I know, feels so good… forgetting all about that dumb boy right honey? only need dad in your life, im all you need.” dex will persuade, all you can do sob out a yes as he makes you cream on his cock again. hardened dick kissing your cervix with every thrust in your sloppy cunt, “s’really d-deep daddy! think im gonna cum..”, and you do with a cry ripped from your throat, your ass smacking against dexs pelvis. ughh and he’s telling you what a good girl you are for running back to daddy, all the icky stuff to help you cum. your out like a light when he’s done with you, dex lifting you up and taking you to your bed so you can get your much needed sleep.

and he ends up going after that same boy after you’re fucked to sleep, killing him for making his baby so upset like that. dex always told your mom how he never liked him in the first place!!

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

cw - stepcest, stepdad!toji x fem!reader, nsfw, mdni

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stepdad!toji who is pretty sure his dick is going to fall off if he didn’t sink it into someone soon, preferably his favorite little bartender who happens to live in his house now.

stepdad!toji who isn’t sure why he and his wife are trying to keep up a facade about their marriage. she wants people to believe it’s for love when it’s never been about that.

when she tries to seduce stepdad!toji with casual sex, he get up and leaves the bedroom, opting to sleep on the couch.

how could stepdad!toji want to have sex with his wife when her daughter is sleeping just a room down?

stepdad!toji who’s pretty sure he’s home alone. his wife is working. megumi is working, and you’re unfortunately working.

the only reason stepdad!toji isn’t at the bar right now with you is because he’s strapped for cash right now. adding two extra mouths to feed, even if you and your mom both work, hasn’t been the most frugal decision. he needs a hit.

a frustrated groan leaves stepdad!toji’s lips. he’s stressed, and his dick is painfully straining the grey fabric of his sweatpants. he’s not wearing any underwear, so the full outline of his dick is visible.

stepdad!toji who pulls out his phone and begins searching for porn videos. he types in your features, needing to get off to the closest thing he can to you.

stepdad!toji pulls down his sweatpants slightly, just enough for his fat cock to slap against his stomach. his tip is an angry, neglected shade of red, and it’s already drooling precum onto his shirt.

stepdad!toji settles into the couch, clicks on the video where the actress resembles you just enough to keep his attention, and he wraps his hand around his cock with a low hiss.

stepdad!toji who starts off slow. he imagines that he needs to be gentle with you. you’re a cute thing that he doesn’t want to ruin right off the bat. he imagines stretching out your pretty cunt, watching it slowly swallow him inch by inch while you whine and cry for him.

stepdad!toji who tilts his head back, only needing the porn video for audio assistance. his imagination is all he needs.

stepdad!toji begins to rut into his fist, picturing that he’s giving you your first dick down from a real man.

stepdad!toji doesn’t hear the sounds of footsteps approaching, but he definitely hears the little gasp. he groans. that’s exactly what you’d sound like when he’s hilted himself in your warm gooey cunt.

“t-toji..?”

stepdad!toji who nearly has a heart attack again because of you. he jolts slightly, covering himself in record timing, but the lewd moans continue sounding from his phone.

“jesus. do you have a death wish, girl?”

stepdad!toji who feels his cock throb when he looks at his stepdaughter, and the small part of him who still has some morals dies on the spot.

“why are you doing that in the living room..?”

“because i pay the goddamn bills in this house. i’ll beat my dick in any room in the house i pay for.”

stepdad!toji feels guilty immediately after snapping at you, but he fucking hates being caught off guard, especially while he was getting close to the relief he needs.

stepdad!toji who sees your eyes wander down to his dick standing up in his pants. his lips curl into a cocky smirk, and pride fills his chest instead. you’re curious about him, even while he’s your stepdad.

stepdad!toji pulls his sweatpants back down, allowing his dick to immediately spring free again. his hand resumes languidly pumping his length. “ya can either sit ‘n watch, or you can go back up to your room. i ain’t stopping.”

returning his attention back to his porn video, stepdad!toji feels a twinge of disappointment when he hears shuffling. he’s sure you went back upstairs to hide out in your room.

that’s until stepdad!toji sees his stepdaughter sitting on her knees in front of the couch.

locking his phone and practically throwing it aside, stepdad!toji rests his eyes on you, his real muse. he slings one of his arms behind his head as he takes on a more relaxed position.

“you curious, doll?”

his hand makes slick sounds from the amount of pre-cum oozing from his tip. he feels like a virgin teenager again.

“i vaguely remember a promise to be ruined the next time you saw me.”

stepdad!toji clicks his tongue, and he angles his dick towards your face, jerking off toward you.

“naughty girl. i bet you’d like that, huh? want me to split you open on my cock right here?”

stepdad!toji nearly blows his load right there as he watches you squirm a little, clenching your thighs together tightly. his words are clearly affecting you.

stepdad!toji, emboldened decides to buck his hips forward. his cock bumps against your lips, smearing his clear sticky fluid across your pretty lips.

“fuuuck, what a fuckin’ sight. marked up in my cum, just like you should be.”

stepdad!toji who sits up now and uses his hand to grab the top of your hair. his fingers tighten around the strands holding you in place.

“gotta be a good girl if you want me to give ya what you want. open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

stepdad!toji who’s surprised that you don’t even try to deny him. you do as you’re told, giving him a small “ahhh~”

stepdad!toji who can’t hold back any longer. his orgasm takes over by surprise, causing his dick to jerk and pulse. thick ribbons of cum hit your face one by one, primally marking you as his.

stepdad!toji’s hand releases your hair, and he pets your head dotingly. “look at you. such a good girl.”

when stepdad!toji gets up to get a towel to clean you up, he asks why you’re not at work.

“oh, i started my period and didn’t have the energy to get up out of my bed.”

stepdad!toji who doesn’t flinch even flinch from the word period. he’s a grown man who’s comfortable with whatever the human body does.

however, when you told stepbrother!megumi that you started your period and felt like you were dying this morning, he went a little pale in the face. he did offer to get you whatever you needed, but he was clearly a bit scared.

“ya feeling alright now, doll?” he asks, gently dragging the towel against your face to clean you up. “you know, i got something that will help those cramps for ya.”

you roll your eyes, but stepdad!toji continues to grin down at you. his thumb caresses the side of your face as his eyes stay on you. his pupils dilate ever so slightly.

“alright, c’mon. sit with your old man. i won’t try anything unless ya ask me to.”

stepdad!toji who cradles you on his lap for the rest of the day, rubbing your tummy, and watching movies in the living room.

stepdad!toji who feels like things are okay for once in his life.

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[jinjoohaaa]

Sleep tight, sweetheart

You shouldn’t fall asleep around a man who treats temptation like permission.

Synopsis : Your mom marries rich. Now you're stuck living in a mansion with the most insufferable man you've ever met. A spoiled, arrogant asshole who looks at you like you're something he scraped off his shoe. The feeling is mutual. Until....

Content warning : explicit content • stepcest • step sibling • somnophilia • non-con/dubcon • power imbalance • heavy tit play • groping • humping • cum play • degradation • arrogant prick gojo • filthy smut • strong language • 18+ • mdni.

A/n : hey loves, I've clearly tagged this fic. so please don't cry in my comments about it being exactly what it says on the tin. enjoy!!

You weren’t supposed to end up here.

Not in some massive house with chandeliers that look like they could pay your college tuition. But your mom somehow managed to marry a man with more money than most people knew what to do with. You don’t know how she pulled it off, and honestly, you don’t want to.

Now you live here, stuck between pretending to belong and trying not to breathe too loud in case the marble floors echo judgment.

It’s fine. You can handle pretending.

What you can’t handle is Gojo Satoru.

The youngest son of that man. The one who didn’t even show up to his father’s wedding because he had "better things to do.”

He’s tall, smug, stupidly attractive, and knows it. Walks like he owns the air in the room. Looks at you like you’re something that got delivered to the wrong address. Every interaction with him is an insult wrapped in silk.

“Didn’t know charity cases came with plus ones,” he’d said once when you and mom arrived with luggage that looked embarrassing next to his brand-name everything.

Or the morning you tried to make coffee in the kitchen and he walked in, hair a mess, yawning like he hadn’t slept in years. You froze for half a second—because, yeah, he’s a dick, but he’s also that good-looking. And he caught it. Of course, he did.

“You can look, sweetheart. I get it.” he’d said, lips twitching. “Not your fault, though—most people do.”

The sheer audacity of that sentence made your eye twitch. You told him to choke.

He laughed and actually said, “Sounds like you're the one who's eager for it.”

Since then, you avoid him as much as possible. You eat at different times, use the other staircase, and pretend he doesn’t exist when he walks by in sweatpants and zero shame.

It’s a delicate system. You stay out of each other’s way, and the house stays quiet.

Until tonight.

The others went out—your mom and her husband doing whatever rich people do when they say “business dinner.” The staff had gone home hours ago. House was dead silent, except for the hum of the AC and the faint noise of the TV upstairs.

You were sprawled on the couch, watching some random show, too lazy to go to your room. The glow from the screen flickered over the glass railing, throwing light on the expensive decor you still weren’t used to.

You weren’t thinking about him. You never try to think about him. He just shows up in your head like a song you hate but know every word to.

The guy’s too pretty for his own good. Snowy silk hair, those ridiculous blue eyes, the kind of confidence that makes you want to throw a punch. Still, you’ve caught yourself looking far more times than you’ll admit, but you always end up annoyed after. All that beauty wasted on a prick like him. Some people win the genetic lottery and still manage to act like jerks.

What a fuckin' shame.

The soft glow of the TV blurred at the edges as your eyes grew heavier and heavier. Couch was warm, the blanket softer than it looked, and before you realized, your phone slipped from your hand, screen dimming out. You were out cold.

And down the hall, Gojo’s door creaked open.

He stepped out, jacket slung over one shoulder, keys in hand, probably heading out to do whatever rich, bored boys do on a friday night.

He was halfway down the hallway when he saw you, making him stop dead in his tracks. He hadn’t expected you to be here.

You were sprawled on the leather couch, head tilted back, mouth slightly open. One arm dangled off the edge, fingers brushing the floor. The neck of your tshirt had ridden down, twisted just enough to bare your left breast completely. The nipple was stiff in the AC’s chill, the curve heavy and full against your ribcage.

He’d never seen you like this. Vulnerable and exposed, not the annoying girl he looked down for invading his space. His gaze locked on the swell of flesh, the way it spilled slightly under your arm.

He knew they were big, couldn’t miss it with those tight tops you wore, parading around him—but seeing it like this, offered up for him? His cock throbbed hard against his zipper, a hot, insistent ache. He took a step closer, the carpet muffling his movements.

Such a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you? the audacity of yours to be in his house, spread out on his couch, tits out like a desperate slut, hoping his pretty hands would end up all over you. Isn't that right?

As if he’d ever touch something as lowly as you.

His fngers twitched at his sides. He’d come over meaning to yank that shirt back up, hide the tempting swell of your tit before it drove him insane. But the hand had a mind of its own. It drifted forward instead, palm hovering just above your bare skin, close enough to feel the warmth rising off you.

Your chest rose and fell in soft, steady breaths, that pretty nipple tightening even more under the cool air.

Just gonna cover this bitch up, he told himself.

Bullshit. His little friend down there told another story. It was strained hard against his slacks, thick and throbbing, calling him a liar with every pulse.

His thumb brushed the soft underside first, feather-light and testing. It was warm. So fucking soft it made his mouth water. He swallowed thickly, the other hand gripping the armrest for control. Then he gave in, palming the full heavy weight of your tit, fingers spreading wide to claim it. A gentle squeeze made the soft flesh spill between them as his thumb dragged slow, deliberate circles around that stiff peak, teasing it harder.

A low groan escaped him when you shifted slightly in sleep, arching your back just enough to push your tit deeper into his hand.

He groaned low and pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it. It pebbled tighter, and he felt his own pulse hammering in his throat. He massaged it slowly, feeling the bud stiffen impossibly harder under his fingers.

He wanted to pull back, needed to, but the urge to feel more, taste it, was a fever in his blood. His eyes darted to the hallway, empty and silent. Swallowing hard, he sank to his knees beside the couch, the leather creaking softly under his shifting weight.

Just a taste, he bargained with the throbbing ache in his gut. He leaned in and dragged his tongue in one long, sloppy wet stripe from the soft underside of your tit all the way up to that stiff nipple. A deep, guttural moan tore from his throat at the taste of your warm skin. Then his mouth closed over it, sucking your nipple deep between his lips. Flicking the hard bud fast and filthy with his tongue, sucking hard enough to pull your soft flesh into the wet heat of his mouth. He released it with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to your swollen bud, only to latch back on even harder, nursing it like he was trying to milk you.

His free hand yanked the neck of your t-shirt down roughly, fully exposing your other breast. Both of your fat tits were out now— soft and glistening with his spit.

The sight punched the air from his lungs. His free hand slid across your stomach as he reached your other breast. Grabbing it softly, fingers spreading wide to cradle the heavy weight, trying not to wake you, trying to pretend this wasn’t happening. He massaged both tits now, kneading them like dough, pulling and squeezing until your nipples were puffy, swollen nubs.

He wanted to stop. Should stop, but his hips ground against the couch edge, cock making a sticky mess in his pants.

He couldn’t fight it anymore. With a rough yank, he ripped his slacks open and shoved them down his thighs, letting his fat cock spring free, drooling sticky strings of pre-cum from the slit like it was already begging to breed something. He wrapped his big hand around the shaft, groaning deep as he squeezed it hard enough to make the veins bulge.

He started pumping it fast, thumb smearing the leaking mess all over the fat head with every brutal upward stroke. At the same time he dove back down, sucking your nipple back into his greedy mouth.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the silent room— the slick of his fist flying over his dick mixed with his hungry breaths. He nursed your tit, hard wet pulls that made the soft flesh bounce in his grip, spit running down the curve of it.

But it still wasn’t enough for the greedy bastard. Mind kept flashing to your untouched cunt, probably leaking under those tiny shorts. Just the thought made his heavy balls draw up tight, forcing another thick pulse of pre to spill over his knuckles. It had his fingers dug into your tit too hard, leaving angry red marks.

He froze, breath catching. "Shit. Did I wake her?"

But you shifted, twisting away and burying your face into the couch cushions. Your back arched so prettily as you pulled from him.

His mouth lost your nipple with a wet pop, and a frustrated growl rumbled deep in his chest. Eyes dragging down the delicious dip of your waist, straight to those shorts that were doing a piss-poor job of hiding what belonged to him.

Round, perky ass— plump, and practically begging to be spread open and used. The fabric stretched taut over each cheeks, outlining their fullness while you lay on your side, a gift he was dying to unwrap.

Fuck... all this time?

There had been an ass like this right under his roof, sitting within arm’s reach every single day, and he’d never bothered to use it? How the hell had he been this goddamn ignorant?

His cock jumped eagerly as he kept stroking. He needed those shorts gone. Needed to see that bare cunt right fucking now.

He leaned in close, fingers hooking into the waistband of your cotton shorts, tugging them down slow, watching the fabric peel off your hips and bunch at your knees, revealing twin globes of perfect flesh.

Shit... this was what he’d been ignoring all this time? the arrogant prick in him wanted to laugh at how blind he’d been. He needed to ruin it. Needed to cover those plump cheeks in thick ropes of his cum until it dripped down your skin.

His thumbs dug deep into the soft flesh, spreading your ass wide open. There she was— a pretty cunt, puffy and shiny with slick and the little hole clenching around nothing.

“Look at that,” he muttered, letting out a low whistle. His index finger slid through your soaked folds, dragging all that warm slick up to your clit before he started rubbing it in rough, slow circles. You whimpered softly, hips shifting and pushing back against his hand like your greedy pussy already knew it was him.

He kept rubbing your pussy with slow strokes, slick coating his fingertip as it slid effortlessly over the mess. He could feel every pulse and throb, your cunt practically sucking at the air. He bit his lip bloody holding back from shoving his dick into that tight hole right fucking now. Wanting to fuck you stupid, to feel the gummy walls choke him, the thought of it nearly buckled his knees. With a groan, he pulled his finger back, thick string of slick connecting to your pussy for a second before snapping.

Without hesitation, he shoved them into his mouth, sucking hard. The taste exploded on his tongue and his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.

At that hell of a moment all he wanted was to be balls deep in that fuck hole, slide in and out until it milked him dry. But the clock was ticking. He had somewhere he needs to be. Jaw clenched, he grabbed his aching dick, pumping it roughly in his fist, finally aiming it between your thighs.

The swollen head dragged through your soaked folds, smearing your slick over his throbbing tip. He bit back a moan, teeth grinding as he rubbed himself against your pussy, everything too much.

Heaven wasn’t some distant dream—it was right here, between your thighs, in your leaking cunt. Gojo was already at his fucking limit, cock sliding through your soaked folds once, twice—and the swollen head caught on your clit on the third thrust, rubbing hard against that swollen bud.

That was it.

Three slides of his cock on your folds and it was endgame for the mighty Satoru gojo. He covered his own mouth as his hips jerked forward uncontrollably. Thick, hot ropes of cum exploded from his cock, splattering across your bare cunt in thick, white stripes. It pulsed out of him in violent spurts, painting your glistening flesh with sticky streaks.

Satoru’s sat on his knees, chest heaving, eyes dark and smug, and yeah… he knows exactly what the fuck just happened.

Does he feel even a hint of guilt?

Hell no. Not even a shred. And why would he? The bastard loved every second of it. He even had the audacity to pull back your shorts like he was done using your hole, not even giving a damn what you’d think when you woke up.

That’s the fun part—letting you wake up, piecing it all together, maybe stumbling into him later, cheeks flushed, begging for it and even if you didn't, it doesn't matter cause he takes what he wants anyways.

And let’s be real… how could you even say no to that face? That cocky, impossible, infuriatingly perfect face? You can’t.

Nobody says no to Gojo Satoru. And he knows it.

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art creds: @/ggyoyowza on tt SUMMARY Where you find that your new step-brother, Gojo Satoru, is adorable. At least you think so. He might be a little too protective and pushy - and maybe he has some issues with respecting your space. But adorable nonetheless. Right?

PAIRING | Yandere Step-Brother!Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader (slightly older)

GENRE | Taboo Romance, Dark Romance (Yandere), Romance, College AU, Non-Curse/Sorcerer AU

RATING | 18+ / MATURE

WC | 5.8k

a/n | something extremely light that i started on company time, please b kind to me

CONTENT WARNINGS stepcest/psuedo-incest, taboo relationship, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, unhealthy/toxic/protective/obsessive behavior, sexual assault, non-consensual kisses, non-consensual touching, slight nerdjo but not too much, he's honestly just a brat in this

You think your new step-brother is adorable.

When you had first met him he was unapproachable - a little more than 'slightly intimidating' as his mother, your new step-mom, put it.

The day he moved in you were practically ignored as you introduced yourself. Sure, he was looking down at you from his towering height, holding your gaze and huffing a small greeting in response, but you could tell he wanted nothing more than to brush past you in silence and start unpacking in his new room.

And you understood that. It sucks having to move - especially moving in with people you don't know.

You and your father had moved twice between two different states before settling down in your current house. The environment shift is jarring to say the least; having to make new friends, constantly looking up directions, and experiencing culture shocks.

You wanted to prove that you were harmless and respectful towards him - it only made sense as you would be his older sister now. He was two years younger than you, starting his second semester of his freshman year in university - while you considered yourself nothing more than a part-time employed freeloader with little ambition under your dad's house.

Unfortunately, your dad is either too nice to tell his own daughter to start planning for the future, or he just loves your presence in general - it didn't hurt less when your new step-mom asked what you were wanting to do in the future during the first dinner with everyone seated together. Your face paled slightly, your heart hammering in embarrassment against your ribs, as you basically admitted you had nothing planned, just 'feeling out options'.

It did make you feel slightly better when Satoru told his mom that he'd do the same if she didn't basically threaten him to go to college. His voice was apprehensive as he spoke, as if he was unsure how to speak in front of you and your dad, but it still had a teasing lilt to it that made his mother visibly roll her eyes. Both of them bickering back and forth as if they were siblings themselves.

You weren't sure if he was saying that to lighten the mood, but it made the dinner more comfortable afterwards.

You decided to give Satoru space to acclimate to his new house.

Your coworkers said that you were practically acting as if you were the one who had just moved in after you explained your internally devised plan.

You disagreed, of course.

You made sure to not be too active in his personal life. You figured that once he was comfortable enough he'd tell you on his own. You didn't want to trap him into conversations he didn't want to be part of, but would have to be as it's polite.

You totally get that having to force yourself to talk to someone new isn't exactly pleasant.

You kept your questions or answers curt and direct, as if you were responding to someone higher in command.

'Where's my mom?' He asked one night, you heard him drop his backpack onto the hardwood floor with a heavy thud. He must've just returned from classes.

'Not sure,' you hummed, 'probably out with my dad.'

Silence sat between you both save for the television chiming with a random advertisement.

'Gotcha,' he finally huffs out, somewhat apprehensive in his tone.

You hear rustling behind you from the connected kitchen, but you don't turn around - you don't want him to think you were watching his every move.

'Where do you guys keep your silverware again?' You hear the wooden-plastic creak of drawers sliding in and out.

'Right of the fridge, first drawer,' you responded.

'Oh.' Another drawer is pulled with the rattle and clink of steel against steel before a final roll following with the deep thud of a drawer being shut. 'Thanks.'

You only hummed in response, clicking through the channels on the television until it landed on one that was halfway through a movie that you enjoyed.

You can hear more noises behind you from the kitchen before footsteps lead and stop right behind you. The familiar sound of a spoon scraping against molars and teeth crunching on cereal is heard behind you.

You could feel his presence looming over you as he spoke through the food crunching in his mouth.

'Do you like this movie?' he had asked. You could hear him take another bite.

'Yeah.'

Silence filled the room once more. The heavy and dramatic sounds from the TV filled it in.

'Gotcha,' he'd said, another bite right after. 'You're not working today?'

'Nope.' You had gently emphasized the 'p' with the pop of your lips.

'Gotcha.'

The conversation ended swiftly after that. He had mentioned something about a project being due this week before he made his escape to his room.

You made sure not to impose too much onto his personal space - which was a struggle considering your rooms were right across from each other, both of you sharing one bathroom. But your irregular hours from your part-time job coupled with him having days where his classes would stretch into the late afternoon made it a lot easier than you expected. Your opposing schedules meant you rarely crossed paths, and the bathroom was almost always vacant. You'd even intentionally stay in your room when he was leaving, just to avoid those awkward hallway moments.

There were moments when curiosity gnawed at you - small windows into his life that you deliberately chose not to pry open. You'd overhear him on the phone with someone, his voice dropping into something softer, more animated than his usual monotone, and you'd wonder who it was. A friend? Someone more? You never asked. You'd notice him coming home some days with his shoulders tense, his jaw set tight, clearly stressed about something academic or otherwise, and the urge to ask 'rough day?' would sit on your tongue. But you'd swallow it down.

There were the little things too - the way he'd linger in the living room on certain evenings, or how he'd disappear into his room for hours on end, or the occasional laugh you'd hear through the walls that made you curious about what could possibly be funny enough to crack through that carefully maintained exterior. You could have asked about his classes, his friends, whether he was seeing anyone. The questions felt natural, the kind of thing a sibling might ask. But you held back, understanding that asking was a form of imposing when he'd already been forced into enough - a new house, a new family, a new routine.

So instead, you let him come to you. You made space for him to share without pressure, without the weight of expectation. It was part of your larger strategy, you realized - this careful dance of presence without intrusion.

You'd be lying if you didn't pat yourself on the back for your patience.

You'd hope one day he actually did see you as his sister.

And you think that, maybe, now - almost his third month living with you - you had achieved it. Albeit, a little too well.

You assumed that he'd warm up to you by this time as well.

You could tell by how the conversations would flow naturally and consistently, sometimes even prolonging to the point where you'd thought the conversation had ended seven different times before Satoru has another related or unrelated question spilling from his mouth. He'd go off on tangents about whatever documentary he watched that week, or some obscure fact about game theory he learned in class, his hands gesturing wildly as he explained concepts you only half-understood. You'd nod along and he'd keep going, clearly just happy to have someone listening.

He'd often go out with you if he saw that you were pulling your shoes on for something other than your job. The words 'where 'ya headed' were so common to hear that even his mother began to chide him. Telling him that 'she doesn't need a bodyguard everywhere she goes'.

He would get frustrated especially when his mother would butt in. His face flushing with a deep red as he's trying to either justify himself coming with or convincing you to stay home.

It was adoring to say the least, but excruciatingly painful at times when you needed to go out alone to meet up with friends he didn't know or shopping for items you'd rather he not be present for. You think you're just too weak to him and his antics, constantly employing some form of psychological torture on you whenever you told him he couldn't come.

'What? Who're you meeting with? I'm fine with meeting new people.'

'You don't wanna' hang out with me?'

'Are you going to meet up with a drug dealer or somethin'? Because I can come for that too, I guess.'

'I wanted to go with you though.'

'You haven't ate, right? Let's get lunch. I'm literally starving and you can't let me starve.'

'I had a shit-day at school. Can I just come with? Please?'

'You don't have to go, right? Like it's not urgent?'

'Wow. Leaving me to die, I guess.'

'If I don't come you hate me and want me to die.'

'You don't have an issue with me coming. Right?

'So then I can come.'

Your heartstrings are too thin, nearly weightless, and much too easy to pull whenever the playful and pearly-like smile from his face drops, the glint in his blue eyes dulling by a fraction. Sometimes his face contorting into a questioning look, an eyebrow raising behind his glasses, as if you were caught sneaking out of the house at twelve in the afternoon. It's as if he especially knew you were weak when he'd pout, his tone either begging or prickling with kid-like annoyance as he spoke with a hurt expression that often ranged from acceptable to overly dramatic.

You can't help it when you finally relent on most days you didn't want him to come along. Cursing yourself internally as your car hums to life with the turn of your key. He's happily sliding into the passenger seat with a hum, already reaching for your phone to play a song. You don't even question the fact that he knows your password as you've probably done it in front of him or just told him in passing.

It was just harder to explain to your friends that this tall, lanky boy with sharply defined features, naturally platinum-white hair, and bright blue eyes was your brother - always having to clarify he was your step-brother. That he just happened to be tagging along for today, and perhaps the next few hangouts after that if he'd catch you.

Your friends, obviously awe-struck with seeing a natural beauty that's your brother, do tell you it's slightly odd that he's always glued to your side. Always talking to you as if he was the happiest man alive. Always physically attached to you, hands dancing near your hips and waist, palms rubbing circles into your back, his entire body pressed into your side or from behind you.

You agree. It is a little weird.

You do think that he warmed up to you a little too fast. However, you always explain to them that perhaps he's unsure of how to treat a sibling as he's never had one before. That with time he will slowly realign himself as he realizes how weird his own behavior is.

You're just not sure when it'll happen, because you're far too afraid to scold him for his behavior. What if it ruins your relationship with him? What if it makes living in the same house awkward until either you or him move out first? What if he tells his mother and she begins to hate you?

You're not even sure if your father or his mother are aware of how present he is in your life and your space.

Your literal physical space.

As he is currently splayed out on your bed, an arm folded behind his head onto the pillow as he lays there in complete silence, his free hand holding his phone upright on his chest as he scrolls lazily.

You're sitting upright next to him with a blanket pulled around you, scrolling with the same half-interest he's exuding, eyeing him with caution every once in a while when he shifts.

As if going through phases, he'd choose to scroll through his phone before deciding his phone isn't interesting enough and will tuck his head into the back of your seated position, his long arms coming to drape themselves around your hip. Then, as if getting bored, he'd go right back to his phone, sometimes his phone chiming with a notification here and there.

You didn't mind as much. Ever since a certain point he would just naturally seat himself flushed against you.

It had begun at the dinner table, you'd noticed he was scooting his chair closer into your side until your elbows would be battling for the space. Then, he'd drop himself down right next to you onto the couch if you were in the living room, often falling asleep on you or his head in your lap, some days not a word would be said as he would do so.

Now, he recently discovered your room - or more of the fact that you allow him to come in.

You think it's cute. Cute in the way a cat is. Like, he wants attention or someone near him, but he won't be completely direct with it.

You think you're doing really well to solidify the image of his older sister.

"I thought you wanted to check my computer," you finally spoke into the white noise emitting from the AC in your room, you absently scroll through posts on your feed, tune after tune being cut-off as you scroll.

"I did," he replies effortlessly, his hands moving with ease along his phone's screen, before he's pushing his glasses back up his nose with an awkward arm gesture.

You hum. "What for? Like, school - or games? Because I think I have some games." You try to remember some of the titles you have downloaded.

"Dunno'," he says, his eyes shift over to your simple computer set-up. "You have games on there?"

"Yeah, but you probably won't like my type of games."

"I mean, I actually don't mind those cooking simulators or whatever." He adjusts his glasses again. "They help prepare you for the future, y'know - heavy on the 'you' part."

You shoot him a look that barely borders on mean. You pinch his skin through his shirt and his hands shoot out to grab you with a laugh teasing at his lips.

"Okay, okay - joke," he says breathlessly when he finally manages to hold your hand away from pinching him, his phone discarded somewhere around him on your bed. "Mostly joking."

You roll your eyes, your mouth opens to tell him to check whatever he needs on your computer so you can have the entirety of your bed to yourself again, but your phone sings a familiar tune that Satoru slightly perks up to. Especially, when your mouth closes as you read the message.

"Who is it? Mom?" He questions lightly, his body is turned into you with his face pressed into your back once more. When he speaks you can feel him speaking into your skin through your shirt.

You barely register his words as you read the message over and over, red heat and excitement beginning to bubble under your skin.

A coworker you had a slight interest in asked if you wanted to come hang out with some other of your coworkers.

"Uh - no," you finally say. Your fingers immediately moving across the screen, and then deleting the typed words. "Just check my computer for whatever you need - don't download viruses."

"I'm not an idiot," he bites back with a playful tone. However, when he moves away from you to look at his phone once more, he must've noticed your expression as he's quickly sitting up to look at your phone too. "What's wrong? Is it your dad?"

You turn away from him, phone angled out of his view immediately. Not wanting him to see how much you were failing to coolly respond to your coworker, and the fact that Satoru might bully you. It took him a week or two in the past to stop bringing up how ugly your ex-boyfriend was. Even at the dinner table.

He raises an eyebrow, his lips pressing into a thin line. His finger goes up to push up his glasses by the corner of the frames.

"Alright," he says, you try not to note the edge to his tone. "Who the fuck is it? You trading government secrets that I can't see? Because that's illegal. And also boring."

You finally manage to respond despite how close Satoru is pushing closer to you.

You hope that your coworker wasn't actively watching your typing bubble agonize over your own response.

"It's no one," you huff out. "Hurry up and do whatever you need on my computer so I can actually use my own bed."

"Not my fault your bed is small," he quips. "If it's no one then lemme see."

He shifts closer near you, the side of his body flushed against your side to get a look at your phone. You immediately swipe out of message history and turn your phone off.

"No."

"So, it's a someone then."

"No. Well - yes - maybe," you relent. "But I don't want you to read the text messages between me and him."

Satoru goes completely still against you. You can feel the exact moment his entire body tenses.

"Him," he repeats flatly. Not a question. A statement. A very pointed statement.

"Yes, him," you say, biting back a smile. "A person. Of the male variety."

"Cool. Cool, cool, cool." He's not looking at you anymore, instead staring straight ahead at your darkened phone screen like it personally offended him. His jaw works for a second before he speaks again. "So like - is this someone I know?"

"No."

"Oh." He shifts, and you can practically feel the gears turning. "So it's like... a random person? Someone just hit you up out of nowhere?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"That's actually weird though," he says, and there's genuine concern threading through his voice now. "Like, that's a whole situation. Random guys don't just message people. That's sketchy. You don't know what he wants or like - what his deal is."

"Oh my god, are you serious right now?"

"I'm being serious! What if you go over to his house and he's like, got people tied up in his basement then he tells you you're next. It happens more than you think - I saw this whole documentary about it."

"Oh my god, Satoru," you groan with the roll of your eyes. "It's a guy from work, not on the FBI watchlist."

He goes quiet for a moment, and you watch his fingers drum against his thigh - another tell that he's working through something. "Oh. From work. Well, workplace relationships statistically crash and burn. It's like - proven data. Bad combo."

You raise your eyebrow. "Based on what data?"

"Reality. Realistic data called common sense." He pushes his glasses up again, more aggressively this time. "And like, basic probability."

"Not every workplace relationship is going to 'crash and burn'."

"Okay, but like - ninety percent of them do. I saw it on a documentary." He's talking faster now, his hands gesturing wildly in that way he does when he's getting worked up about something. "And then you have to see them every day after it implodes and it's awkward and someone always ends up crying in the supply closet. Do you want to be the supply closet crier? Because that's how you become the supply closet crier."

"There is no supply closet at my job."

"Then the bathroom. The parking lot. Wherever you people cry at your work - that'll be you." He's leaning closer now, his shoulder pressing into yours with more insistence.

You have to physically bite your tongue to keep from laughing.

He shifts his weight, and you feel him crane his neck slightly - not obvious, but obvious enough that you notice. His glasses slip down a bit and he pushes them back up with an irritated huff.

"Is he like - older than you? Because if he's significantly older that's a whole different red flag situation and I'm just saying that as someone who cares about your general wellbeing and safety. Age gaps have like, documented power imbalances."

"He's around my age," you offer, watching as his jaw clenches.

"Around. So not exactly your age."

"Satoru."

"What? I'm just - is he like, taking advantage of you or something?" His voice drops, and there's genuine concern threading through, but it's wrapped in that slightly dorky earnestness that's so distinctly him. "Because you can tell me. Like, as a trusted adult. I'm serious."

You stare at him. "You're the last person I'd consider a trusted adult."

"I - okay, that's fair, but - "

"You literally tried to convince me that my coworker had people in his basement five minutes ago."

He shifts closer, pressing his shoulder against yours with more force now. "That's different. That's just like, healthy skepticism based on actual crime statistics. This is - if something's wrong, you should tell me. I'm here for that."

There's a beat of silence before he continues, quieter. "I mean, how long have you been talking to this dude?"

"Not really talking," you sigh. "I mean, I work with him, but we recently started texting a few weeks ago."

"A few weeks and you didn't mention it," he says quietly. There's something almost hurt underneath the casual tone, and when you glance at him his ears are turning red. "That's cool. That's - yeah, that's fine."

"Alright, didn't know I suddenly had a second dad," you tease.

"I'm not - that's not what I'm doing," he says immediately, too quickly, his ears flushing deeper. "I'm just like, looking out for you. That's different. I don't even know who this guy is, so he could be a total loser for all I know. Probably is, actually."

"You don't know anything about him."

"Exactly. Which is why you should tell me so I can like, properly assess whether he's worth your time." He finally glances at you, and there's something swimming in his blue eyes behind his glasses - something intense that doesn't quite match the casual tone he's forcing. "I'm a trusted person to you - a trusted step-brother." The way he says it, there's something bitter underneath, a slight edge to those last two words that you don't quite catch.

You're definitely smiling now, and you can feel him notice because his ears are turning redder.

"It's fine." You draw out your words. "It's not like me and him are even anything, he basically just asked me to hangout with some other coworkers."

"So, I can come with then is what I'm hearing."

"I said coworkers."

"Tell them I'm a former employee."

"Coworkers."

He lets out a guttural groan, throwing himself back against your bed that makes the cushioned fabric ripple under you, you don't miss the way he's eyeing your phone like it personally wronged him. His hand comes up to drag down his face in frustration.

You'll have to carefully plan how you'll leave the house that day to avoid him pressuring you into tagging along.

"For weeks," he speaks aloud, his voice slightly muffled behind his hand. "And not a single word about this guy."

"Considering you don't talk about anyone you're talking to, I think that's fair."

"Because I'm not," he says flatly, dropping his hand to look at you.

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say," you dismiss with a gentle hand wave.

"No - I'm not though." He sits up, his voice getting that sharp edge to it, the one that comes out when he's genuinely frustrated. "You can even check my phone if you want. I'm serious. Go ahead."

"Satoru, I don't care - "

"You clearly do, or you wouldn't be - " He stops himself, jaw clenching. His fingers drum against his thigh again, faster this time. "I'm not talking to anyone. I don't want to talk to anyone."

"It's really fine, it's okay."

"I'm talking to you."

"Well, yes, right now you are," you hum. "But I mean like, y'know, a girlfriend or a boyfriend - like romantically."

"I don't see how it's any different." He's looking at you now, direct and unwavering in a way that makes something uncomfortable shift in your chest.

"I'm your sister," you say flatly.

He scoffs in a way that feels mean, adjusting his glasses with more force than necessary. "Not by blood."

His words begin to settle deep into your skin, fogging up your thoughts until you're at a standstill. You try not to register what he's implying, because surely he couldn't be implying what you think he is. Your eyebrows furrow into each other, lines of skin forming as your confusion settles over.

"Yes, not by blood," you agree haphazardly. "But - we're still family - well, I mean, I consider us family. I hope you finally - "

The words die in your mouth - or rather, they're muffled under the sheer force of his own lips on yours.

It happens so fast you don't even process it at first. One second you're mid-sentence, the next his mouth is pressed against yours - not gentle, not tentative, but hard. Demanding. Your eyes fly open in shock and you try to jerk back, but his hand is already at the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, gripping tight to hold you in place. The sound that comes from his throat is desperate, needy - a whimper that vibrates against your lips.

"Satoru - " you try to say against his mouth, but it comes out muffled. You push at his chest hard, palms flat, shoving with everything you've got, but he's leaning into you - his weight forcing you backward until your spine hits your mattress. You twist your head to the side, gasping, trying to break the kiss, but he follows, his hand gripping tighter in your hair.

What the fuck is going on?

He's so much bigger than you and the angle is all wrong and you can't breathe properly. The frames of his glasses dig into the bridge of your nose, cold metal and hard plastic pressing uncomfortably as he kisses you harder. There's nothing romantic about it - it's aggressive, almost violent. He's making those sounds again, whimpering like he's in pain, like he can't help himself.

"Stop - Satoru, stop - " Your voice comes out panicked, higher than normal. You're clawing at his shoulders, trying to create any kind of distance, but he's got you pinned. His hand slides under your shirt and you flinch hard, your whole body going rigid.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, his chest heaving against yours. His eyes behind his glasses - pupils blown wide, barely any blue left. Then he's diving back in, kissing you with desperate hunger. "You're - god, you're so pretty," he gasps between kisses, his voice raw and shaking but still distinctly him, still carrying that edge of confidence underneath. "You're really pretty and I - " He cuts himself off, pressing his forehead against yours before going back in, kissing you like he's been holding back for months and finally snapped.

"Please don't hate me," he whimpers against your lips, going in for another kiss, deeper this time. His hand tightens in your hair. "I'll be really good to you, I swear - just don't hate me for this."

His palm slides higher under your shirt, massaging exposed skin. The touch makes you flinch - his fingers are warm, almost hot, and they're moving possessively. You try to twist away but his other hand is still in your hair, keeping your head still, and his body is a solid weight pinning you down. You can feel him grinding against your hip with every desperate breath he takes.

"Get off - " you manage to choke out, and you open your eyes.

He's staring directly at you. Those blown-wide pupils, barely any blue left - but the look in them is calculated. Aware. He knows exactly what he's doing. He pulls back slightly, his breathing ragged, and lets out another whimper that sounds almost pained, but there's something else there too - satisfaction.

He goes in for another kiss, softer for just a moment - almost tender - before it deepens again. "I thought I could wait just a bit longer," he breathes against your lips, his voice cracking but still carrying that thread of control underneath.

Tears are already burning at the corners of your eyes.

His hand slides higher. You can feel the tips of his fingers graze the bottom wiring of your bra, his touch demanding.

"You can touch me too," he says, and there's an edge to it - not quite a question, more like a demand wrapped in something almost playful despite the desperation.

His hands find yours, trying to guide them down his chest, but you're already pulling back, fingers curling into fists. You wrench your hands away, twisting your wrists hard, but he's stronger - he's so much stronger - and he's got them pinned against his body with purpose.

"No - don't - " you gasp out, struggling, but he keeps pulling with an iron grip, forcing your resistance downward until your hands are pressed against the front of his sweats.

The shape of him is obvious through the fabric - hard and straining. He grinds into your touch with intention, a low sound escaping his throat that's somewhere between a groan and a laugh, slightly manic but controlled.

"This is wrong, Satoru," you manage to say, voice weak and bordering on a sob. You're trying to pull your hands away, clenching your fists tight, but he's got them pinned there, forcing you to feel him through the sweats as he rocks against your palms with deliberate pressure.

"I know - I know it's wrong," he breathes out, but there's no remorse in his voice - just acknowledgment, like he's stating a fact that doesn't matter. Like he's thought this through and decided it's worth it anyway.

Before you can say anything else, he crashes his mouth against yours again.

This kiss is even more aggressive. His teeth catch your bottom lip hard enough that you taste copper, and when you gasp he takes the opportunity to deepen it, tongue pushing past your lips with bruising intensity. One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back at an angle that makes your neck strain, while the other keeps your palm pressed firmly against his erection.

You twist your head sharply, trying to break away, but he follows - relentless. Your hands are still trapped and you're pulling, really pulling, fingers curling into fists as you try to wrench free.

It's useless. He's so much stronger and he knows it.

You're pushing against his chest with your shoulder, your whole body rigid, but he just leans into you harder, pinning you deeper into the mattress. Your legs kick slightly, instinctive, panicked - trying to shift your weight, to get leverage, anything.

He's panting into your mouth, making these desperate little sounds that vibrate through your chest, but underneath it all there's still that thread of awareness, of control.

"I know," he repeats between kisses, the words hot and wet against your lips. "I know, but I don't care - can't care - " Another kiss, this one so forceful it makes your head spin.

You turn your face away again, gasping for air, your neck straining against his grip in your hair. This time you note the soft click of his tongue when his lips leave yours once more from your abrupt movement.

A knock at the door breaks through the moment.

"Hey kids, dinner's ready!" Your dad's voice, muffled through the wood. Cheerful and oblivious. "Is Satoru in there too?"

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. Your throat has closed up entirely.

Your eyes dart to him. He's still on top of you, still holding you down, and there's something in his expression that makes your stomach drop. Like he's curious what you'll do. Like he wants you to try.

The fear is suffocating. Worse than his weight, worse than the ache in your wrists. You can't think, can't do anything but lie there with tears spilling over.

Satoru pulls back just enough to look at the door when the silence prolongs from your side. His hand is still under your shirt, and he gives one last, deliberate press of his cock against your leg before stilling completely. You can see him thinking, calculating.

"Yeah!" he calls out, and his voice is so normal it makes your skin crawl. Confident. Calm. Just slightly breathless like he'd been laughing at something funny. "We'll be down in a second!"

"Alright, don't take too long - we're waiting on you guys!"

Footsteps retreating down the hall.

Satoru looks back at you, his glasses hanging low off his nose at this point with the deep heaves of his chest. A grin begins to settle onto his expression despite the red that blooms tirelessly along the cheeks of his face.

now for my next trick i will write yan brother in law sukuna ! <3 that or f#%$&!@? harlequin silly :p lmk if you enjoyed it!!!

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clutching your teddy bear while stepdaddy!toji fucks you nasty

wc ; ~700 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

You were on your stomach, face buried deep into your fluffy pink teddy bear, clutching tight onto it.

Toji’s massive body hovered over you, knees planted on each side of your bent over body on the bed as he shoved your thighs apart wider. His thick cock was already halfway inside your soaked pussy, stretching you open in that brutal, familiar way.

“Fuck… still so tight every time,” he growled low, voice rough and lazy. He pushed in deeper with one slow, heavy thrust until his hips were flush against your ass, balls pressed against your clit.

You let out a broken whimper into the teddy bear, biting down hard on its soft ear.

Toji chuckled darkly, one hand gripping your waist while the other reached up to push your head harder into the pillow.

“Shhh. Bite your little bear if you gotta, but keep that noise down. Wouldn’t want your mom waking up to see her precious daughter getting fucked stupid by her stepdad, would we?”

He pulled back almost all the way, letting you feel every inch drag out of your dripping cunt, before slamming back in so hard your body jolted forward. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.

You squeaked into the teddy, tears already wetting its fur. Toji leaned down, his scarred lip brushing your ear as he started pounding you with deep, nasty strokes.

“Yeah… that’s it. Hug your fuckin’ teddy tighter while I ruin this pussy.”

Every thrust was mean and deliberate just like his words. His thick cock bullied your walls, hitting that spot that made your toes curl and your brain melt. Your juices were dripping down your thighs, making a mess on the sheets.

“Look at you,” he grunted, voice dripping with mockery, “clutching that stuffed animal like a good girl while your stepdad splits you open. Pathetic… and so fucking wet for me.”

He reached under you and rubbed rough circles on your swollen clit, making your legs shake violently.

You moaned louder into the bear, hips twitching back against him even as you tried to run from the overwhelming pleasure. Toji laughed low, speeding up, fucking you harder, the bed creaking under his power.

“Gonna cum already? Go ahead, baby. Cream on daddy’s cock while you cry into your teddy. Just don’t scream… or I’ll have to stuff that pretty mouth next.” He threatened.

His pace turned rapid, hips snapping against your ass with wet, filthy sounds as he chased his own high, grunting against your neck.

You were a trembling, drooling mess — face smashed into the soaked teddy bear, pussy clenching tight around Toji’s cock as he fucked you through it, nasty and unrelenting.

He came with a loud groan, buried in you to the hilt. He pulled his glistening cock out of your creampied and slapped the heavy, messy tip of his cock against your sensitive pussy. Once, twice, three times, the wet — smack smack smack — sounds echoing obscenely in the quiet room.

“Fuck… look at that,” he rasped, voice low and satisfied. “Such a greedy little cunt. Couldn’t even keep all of daddy’s cum inside.”

He dragged his cum-covered tip up and down your slit, smearing the mess all over your swollen folds and clit, occasionally giving your pussy another firm slap that made you whimper out.

“Aw, don’t cry into your little bear now,” he mocked, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. “You took it so well… even when I was balls deep breeding you.”

He gave your ass a rough squeeze, then slid two thick fingers down to push some of his leaking cum back inside your puffy pussy.

“Keep it in there like a good girl. I’ll be back in the morning to fuck it right back in. Understand?”

You nodded weakly into the teddy bear, too fucked out to speak, as he pats your head.

Toji smirked, finally pulling away. He gave your ass one last hard slap before standing up, his cum still dripping down your thighs as he tucked his messy cock back into his sweats.

“Night, princess. Sweet dreams.”

[lovingraven]

daddy!gojo x reader

cw: father-daughter incest, non-con, stimulation no penetration, somnophilia, fingering

it had been a long day of work for your daddy. being the strongest meant gojo was given the hardest missions, so logically your father got worn out the most. obviously he needs his beautiful daughter to make him feel better. i mean you’ve helped him so many times before when he’s had bad days or simply because daddy has told you to do so. oh and you love it most when daddy takes his frustrations out on your sopping wet cunt. but you’ve always been awake when you please your father. who knew you could please him when you were also asleep and luckily you were a deep sleeper!

it was already 2 am and you were sleeping profoundly in your room. you were laying sideways facing the wall and you were wearing your short satin nightgown. it was your dad's favorite and you knew it, after all you know exactly why you chose to wear it.

slowly gojo began to sneak into your room, trying his best to not wake up his sweet daughter. he managed to crawl next to you in bed without waking you up. now he was practically big spooning you, your daddy was so much bigger than you he practically took up the whole bed! you were still sound asleep and he didn't want to wake you up just for his dirty needs. he could please himself all while not bothering you at all! it was a great way to fulfill his desires.

daddy gojo slowly lifted your dress a little up to where he could see your underwear. and oh god you were wearing his favorite, the light blue lacy ones. its like if you knew your daddy was going to use you tonight, as if you wanted him to. you had him so hard already without even consciously doing so, you were just such a perfect daughter, his perfect daughter.

he slowly moved your panties to the side and started to rub his hard length on your clit. gojo knew this was wrong and he shouldn't be doing this but god, you were so incredibly wet for your daddy. your cunt drooled for him just like his angry tip drooled for you too, mixing your arousals together. he began moving faster and faster, his cock sliding back and forth on your clit making your hips twitch but luckily you were still asleep. oh how he loved using his girl like this. you brought him to the edge so quick. he was going to cum any moment now.

when he finally came with a stifled groan, your daddy gojo spilled all over your leaking cunt. it was such a big load and so much cum had released onto your pussy. he decided to stuff some of his cum inside of you with one finger so you wouldn't wake up. i mean after all he should feel connected to his daughter. so he slowly inserted and pushed his cum deep inside of you. finally when he was done he put you panties over your cum filled cunt, smudging his release all over your panties and making such a sticky mess between your thighs! and then he snuck out of your room, all satisfied with the way his daughter pleased him even when she was asleep, you were such a good girl for him and he knew that. his good girl.

come tomorrow morning you would definitely feel all sticky down there and instantly know it was your daddy. but you would just be so glad he could use you.

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"Can I go to a party tonight?"

Sukuna's eyes cut up to yours from across the table. He's shoveling the breakfast you made into his mouth while he stares at you with a blank expression.

You fidget in your seat, uncomfortable by his silence. As far as stepfathers go, Sukuna is pretty relaxed. He tended to mind his own business, and he understood for the most part that you are in college and will do what you want. But something he's always been weird about is boys.

You never had a boyfriend, not even a little fling, because the minute you mentioned it to Sukuna the old man would blow a damn fuse. He'd prattle on about how he just knows that they're not good for you, and how you don't need a boyfriend—you have school to focus on.

You gave up a long time ago on asking him how he could be so sure that they weren't a respectable boy to date. He never gave you a real answer, just said, "no such thing as a respectable boy at your age."

You clear your throat, pushing your food around your plate awkwardly. "…Well? Can I?"

Sukuna sighs. "There gonna be boys at this party?"

Rolling your eyes as you set your fork down, you cross your arms in front of you. "Yes, Sukuna. There will be boys, it's a party."

"Watch it," he warns, "it's nine in the morning, don't need you bein' a brat already."

That's another thing Sukuna has always been weird about—when you don't call him "dad." It's not that you think he doesn't deserve the title, he does, especially since the divorce when he finally gave you a way out from under your mom's roof. You just like to call him by his name to get under his skin when he's pissing you off.

"Okay, sorry. But your answer?"

"It's not like you'd listen if I told you no," Sukuna grumbles, scratching at the scruff on his chin. "No staying the night, you come home alone and at a reasonable hour. Got it?"

He'd be lying if he said he was completely on board with the idea, but Sukuna knows that will never be the case. He is never going to be excited about the prospect of you going out and drinking all night, but he also knows that he can't stop you, nor should he try. Besides, the way you smile so wide and spring up from the table to run over and kiss him on the cheek as a 'thank you' makes the whole situation a little easier to stomach.

Until you come say goodbye to him later.

Sukuna's sitting up in bed against the headboard, shirt off and glasses on with his latest novel open on his lap.

You peek your head in the doorway, tapping against the wood to get his attention. "My friends are on the way, just wanted to say bye."

You're about to whip back around the corner when Sukuna tosses his book aside. "Come back here."

You know where this is going.

Slowly, you step through the doorway and into the soft light cast by the bedside lamp. His lips tug into a frown as his eyes take their time trailing over your body—or more like the dress you call an outfit.

His gaze is heavy, making you wring your hands together behind your back. You'd never ask him, but you wonder if he thinks you look good.

"Go change."

"No, I don't have anything else to wear," you lie.

Sukuna tries to look stern, because truthfully he does hate the dress. Or rather, he hates that he's not the only one who will get to see you in it.

But he can't deny that you do look good. Especially with the way it hugs your hips and is too small to safely wear without shorts but he knows you don't have any on. In fact, if you were to bend over in front of him he's sure that he'd be able to— "What happened to all those clothes you buy with my card?"

You're giggling at him while you shrug, "not sure what you're talking about."

"Whatever," Sukuna's given up already on fighting you just like he usually does, though this time a little more quickly. "Give me a hug before you go."

His voice is low and rough, and something about it makes you feel nervous tonight. Maybe it's the way you notice his eyes returning to your figure, watching the way your thighs move as you cross the room. Or maybe it's the way his chest looks bigger in the dim lighting, dark tattoos and hair sprawled across it.

You crawl onto your knees on the bed, shuffling towards Sukuna until you're able to wrap your arms around his neck and fall into him with your head curled under his chin.

You always forget how big he is.

Large, calloused hands meet on your lower back. They're firm and steady and feel like they're burning into your skin through the thin fabric of your dress.

You smell like the new perfume Sukuna bought you for your birthday. He was so glad that you liked it, wearing it everyday, like his own mark on you even if no one else knows you're his.

Sukuna's hands caress your back gently for a moment, before something possesses him to slide one lower. Your stomach twists as Sukuna snakes his hand down until the palm is resting on the globe of your ass. And you know that you should move his hand, or ask him what he's doing, or at the very least pull away from him because it's not right.

But instead you nuzzle in closer, your nose brushing against the column of his neck. Emboldened, Sukuna gives your ass a quick squeeze, fingertips digging into the fat before moving to rest on your hip.

"Don't get home too late," Sukuna mutters into your ear, hugging you a little tighter.

Your heart is racing and you can hear the blood pumping in your ears, a thick tension settling over you two. It's not completely unexpected, more something that has been brewing ever since the two of you started living alone. It was like an unspoken agreement formed, allowing yourselves to look at one another differently, no longer under the harsh scrutiny of your mother. But before tonight, things had never progressed beyond looks.

You don't want to go out. You want to stay home with your stepdad and spend the night in his bed, not out at a party with too loud music and overly sweet drinks that spill and leave the ground sticky.

But before you can entertain the thought for long, your phone is buzzing and you know your friends have arrived.

The party isn't nearly as fun as you hoped it would be. You still try to have a good time because you know there's really nothing wrong with it—the music is good, the drinks are free, your friends are with you—still, you just want to be home.

You haven't been able to stop thinking about Sukuna since the moment you reluctantly crawled out of his arms. A couple of guys have even approached you tonight, and while you'd think they would be a welcome distraction, talking to them only makes you painfully aware of how they could never compare to the man who's waiting up for you to come home safely.

The poor man, actually.

Because you've been spending all your time stuck in an endless cycle of pouring a drink, thinking about Sukuna, realizing you shouldn't be thinking about your stepdad the way that you are, finishing your drink to feel better about it, and then getting another. You're so caught up in the sad routine that you don't even realize how late it is.

When you finally check your phone there's multiple missed texts and a call from Sukuna. Shit.

You send him a quick message letting him know you're on the way before calling your uber home. He responds immediately with a thumbs up.

Apprehension pools in your gut as you sit in the backseat. Despite all the drinks you consumed, the realization that you're about to see Sukuna again has sobered you up significantly. You don't know what to expect—if he'll be mad at you, worried, disappointed for not keeping him in the loop. And above all else you wonder if he's going to acknowledge what happened before you left.

Sukuna is of course waiting for you when you step into your home, both hands on his hips and a scowl on his face. "Where were you?"

"At the party," you answer truthfully, but he doesn't seem convinced.

"It's late. I told you to be home at a reasonable hour. Does this seem reasonable to you?"

"No, I just… lost track of time," you pout. It really was an accident.

Sukuna pauses for a moment, the gears turning in his head. He remembers when he was in college, using that same excuse every time he was late because he was actually out hooking up with someone. "Were you with a boy?"

"What? No, I just was distracted, promise," you're panicking slightly, feeling a stronger urge to defend yourself than normal. You don't want him to think you were with anyone, especially not now.

His silence makes your heart beat faster. Sukuna can be so unreadable that even after knowing him for all these years you have a hard time figuring out what's going through his head. If he doesn't want you to know what he's thinking, it's almost a guarantee that you won't.

"I swear," you plead, "I wouldn't do that, I've never…" Your voice gets smaller as you trail off, too embarrassed to finish that sentence.

But Sukuna won't let that slide. "You've never what?"

You hesitate, "like, had sex. I thought you knew that."

Honestly, Sukuna had no idea. He knew that he wanted you to be a virgin, but not that you actually were one. "Nah, I didn't. But good, cause you know I don't think anyone deserves you."

You're staring at your feet, head swirling with a multitude emotions and each one is more confusing than the last. When you look back up at Sukuna again his heart melts at the way your eyes have so much adoration in them, so much hope when you ask, "even you?"

Sukuna sighs, scratching the back of his head as he tries to decide how to reply. Your anxiety grows the longer he stays quiet, wondering if you just fucked up by actually acknowledging what you've been dancing around for ages.

"We can talk about this another time," Sukuna settles on a bullshit excuse to avoid your question all together. Earlier tonight he already crossed a line, an albeit blurry one, but nonetheless, he's trying to be a good parent and do the right thing now—which is rare for him. But his restraint is wearing dangerously thin and it only gets worse when he sees the way your bottom lip quivers.

Are you about to fucking cry?

"Sweetheart, hey," he speaks softer to you now. He didn't expect you to be this upset.

You lean away from him when he tries to rest a hand on your shoulder, ducking under his arm instead to retreat to your room.

"Hey!" he calls after you but you slam the door on him.

Even though you know you don't really have a right to be upset with him, you can't help it. It's not hard to understand where he's coming from, but it doesn't change the fact that things have never been normal between you two. Who could blame you for finally talking about it?

Only now you can't help but feel like an idiot for it.

Sukuna knocks gently on your door, "can I come in?"

"Fuck off," you shout weakly.

You can hear him chuckling on the other side, "Okay, I'm coming in."

You're glaring at Sukuna as he steps into your room and he notices the few tears that are rolling down your cheeks. He sits down on your bed with a small grunt, his hands clasped together as his elbows rest on his knees.

"Look, I'm sorry," he starts and you immediately scoff. "I shouldn't have brushed you off, that's my bad."

"Yeah," is all you give him, followed by a small sniffle.

Sitting back, Sukuna pats his lap, "c'mere." You scoot a little further away from him, shooting him a mean side eye that tells him you haven't forgiven him yet. "Stubborn brat."

Before you can escape, two thick arms wrap around your waist, picking you up like you weigh nothing before dropping you down onto Sukuna's lap. You're straddling his hips, facing him so you can't ignore him anymore. His hands are holding you firmly, forcing you to stay in place and much to your dismay, you can already feel your ire dissipating.

"Don't be like that, you know I love you," Sukuna mutters, looking up at you. Your mascara is a little smudged but other than that your makeup is still in tact, your eyes are a bit glassy from the tears and your lips a little swollen from biting down on them.

"It's not the same," you mumble, blinking quickly when you feel your eyes getting wet again.

Sukuna can't help but wonder if he's really doing the right thing by turning you down if it's going to make his sweet girl so sad.

His thumbs rub your hips as his grip tightens, "let me make it up to you."

With that, he's closing the space between you two, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss starts out like an apology, slow and deep, making sure you can feel everything that he hasn't been able to say to you. And once Sukuna has your hands threading through his undercut, cradling the back of his head to hold him even closer, he only gets hungrier.

Sukuna's tongue swipes along the seam of your lips, slipping inside your warm mouth when they part for him.

You give an experimental roll of your hips, not missing the way Sukuna's breath hitches, nor the tent that's forming in his boxers. Your heart swells with the knowledge that he's feeling good too, that he wants you.

Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, Sukuna gives it a quick bite, grinning at the way you gasp before he pulls away from you.

He uses his hands to guide you, pressing you down harder against his crotch as he moves your hips back and forth. His eyes are transfixed on the place where you're grinding down onto him, pupils blown wide when your dress starts to bunch up even higher, flashing him a view of your bare mound.

"Fuck," he breathes, "no panties?"

"Mmn, no," you shake your head, "wanted to stay home."

Sukuna groans at that, bucking his hips up into you. He can feel the way you're starting to wet the fabric of his underwear, dripping onto him. "You always take 'em off when you wanna spend time with your dad?"

You're about to tell him not to say stuff like that, but then he's kissing you again and you no longer care. His lips latch onto your neck, suckling on the skin and nipping at it until there's purple splotches left behind. Those marks are much better than the perfume that Sukuna can smell so strongly now.

He drags his tongue up the column of your neck, the strange sensation making you squirm against him.

"Aah, oh god," you whine, humping faster against his bulge. It's the perfect notch to rub against your clit, each grind taking you closer to your climax.

Your thighs burn, your breath short as your rhythm starts to falter and you let out a whine. You want to cum so bad, you're so close… but already tired.

"Keep goin'," Sukuna rasps, pressing a sloppy kiss to your collarbone. "You're doin' so well, making yourself feel good on me. Don't you wanna cum?"

Your hands snake around his neck as you hold him close to you, relishing in the way he's still worshipping you with his lips and his tongue along your skin. "I wanna—yeah," you mewl, "feels so good, please."

Sukuna loves feeling you struggle against him, witnessing your sorry attempt at making yourself cum. Your hips are moving erratically, just trying to get any sort of friction to take you higher while his hands have stopped guiding you. The little whimpers that spill from your bitten lips are just another reminder of how much you need him.

"Please what?" he coos, hands sliding to your ass to knead the fat there.

"So tired… please, need you to help me."

"All ya had to do was ask, sweetheart." With another chaste kiss to your neck, his fingers dig into your waist again, tugging you into him.

Immediately, your body relaxes, giving up entirely on doing any work for your own pleasure. You resign to Sukuna, letting your stepfather have full control.

He's dragging your cunt back and forth along the outline of his cock, the fabric of his boxers only adding to the stimulation. His hips are rolling faster now, pressing up harder against you to add to the pressure and it's perfect. He's able to do everything that you couldn't do in your own and soon your orgasm is returning full force as your head lolls back, a string of moans and curses spilling from your lips.

"C'mon, show me how good I'm makin you feel," Sukuna groans into the crook of your neck. He can feel your cunt pulsing against his length, he knows you're nearly there.

"Fuck, fuck, I think—"

"Don't think baby, just let go. I wanna feel ya cum for me."

Sukuna's overwhelming your senses as his breath fans hot against your skin, his voice low in your ear. The scent of his body wash and cologne waft into your nose as you get consumed by him entirely.

And when you cum it really is just for him. His name is the only word you can choke out between the moan that's ripped from your throat. Your muscles tense and your hold digs into him, desperate to feel him as close as possible while you crumble atop his lap.

"There ya go, just like that. Doesn't that feel nice?" Sukuna coaxes you through your release until you're breathless, slumped into his chest as he rubs your back soothingly. "Still tired?"

You're shaking your head no despite the fact that your eyelids seem to weigh a hundred pounds, and the longer you're wrapped in Sukuna's arms the closer you are to letting them slide shut.

"Maybe let's get you to bed," Sukuna suggests, but those words snap you back awake.

"No, I'm fine," you mumble so quietly that Sukuna is hardly convinced. "I want you to stay."

You can feel his hardness pressing against you. It must be agonizing to sit there with you soaking his lap, the weight of your body being the only semblance of relief provided for his arousal. And it's not nearly enough to satiate his need, you know that.

Sukuna had fully planned on selflessly tucking you in and slipping away to his room so he could take care of himself. He'd think about what your pussy would feel like wrapped around him—as he does every time—while he jerks his cock until he reaches an unsatisfactory completion.

But you cling to him as though your bodies are glued together and continue to beg him to stay. And who is he to deny you when you look at him with those wide eyes, bottom lip jutted out, your voice pleading. He is a man after all, and admittedly not a selfless one.

Sukuna's hands smooth along your back under your dress and you melt into his touch. "Were you holdin' out for me?"

You nod against his chest, unable to see the twitch of his lips. "Please," you push up, detaching yourself further from Sukuna to really meet his eyes now. "Been waiting cause I only want you."

"Shit," Sukuna breathes and any last ounce of hesitation within him melts away when you lightly grind your hips once more against his crotch. He's fully hard beneath you and you can already tell just how big he is.

His fingertips grasp the hem of your dress, tugging it up. "Let's get this off, yeah?" You're so pliant, raising your arms for him to begin stripping you down. Allowing him to move you how he pleases until you're laying on your back, your knees bent and legs spread.

Sukuna runs a hand up and down your calf, tugging it aside just a bit more. He wants to make sure he's got a good view now that you're finally naked before him.

But you press your legs back in, giving him some resistance which earns you a pointed look. "I'm—" you pause, chewing your lip as you do whenever you're feeling unsure.

"What is it?" Sukuna questions, using his strength to keep spreading your thighs apart—eventually you give in.

"I'm nervous," you finally admit. You're wondering if he's going to be upset, irritated at the fact that one minute you were begging him to the stay and the next you're being like this.

Instead, his expression softens the slightest bit and he gives one of your legs a reassuring squeeze. "That's normal, sweetheart. Your dad's gonna take care of you though, you know that right?"

You nod.

"You trust me?"

You nod again.

"Good. Now quit bein' all shy."

When Sukuna steps out of his boxers and frees his heavy length, the only thing you can think about is how badly you need him. His cock is as intimidating as it is captivating, and while it's the only one you've seen, you're certain that no one else could compare. Thick and veiny, the tip looks wet already, though maybe it's just a shimmer from the silver jewelry planted there—a testament to his nature.

Because contradictory to how Sukuna acts with you, he's still rough around the edges. He's a man who doesn't listen to anyone, let alone care what they have to say, and yet he always makes time for you.

He's a man who always said he'd never truly settle down, let alone have kids. And here he is, stuck between those very two relationships with you and trying to navigate which one to pursue.

You turned him soft for you.

But he is still Sukuna. That much becomes clear when he pushes just the tip inside you and feels his self control wavering. He cares about you, but your sweet pussy is practically sucking him in, all warm and tight, and you feel so good that all he wants to do is fuck you like you mean nothing to him.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to indulge just a little bit more, right? He's been so careful up until this point, surely you can handle it.

The look in Sukuna's eyes is pure hunger, black pupils swallowing red as he stares straight down at the cunt that's stretching open around his cock. His tongue darts out to swipe along his bottom lip, your own eyes watching as he wets the soft skin. Sukuna is breathing raggedly above you, hot air fanning against your face and making the space between you two feel even smaller.

You could almost lose yourself in the closeness, letting your eyes flutter shut and inhaling the smell of him, running your hands along his bare back and feeling the way the muscles ripple beneath your fingertips. But you never get the chance because a moment later you're letting out a sound halfway between a moan and a scream, your head thrashing back into the pillow as your thighs clamp down around Sukuna's hips.

He slammed inside you in one solid thrust, unable to wait any longer to bury himself in your heat. And while he knows that he should have been courteous enough to slowly open you up to him, at least he has half a mind to allow you the time to adjust to his length. He slips a hand behind your head, supporting it as he buries your face into his chest and lightly rocks his hips.

"You okay, baby?" he plants a kiss to the crown of your head and your stomach flips.

"It's ah, a lot…" you breathe.

"I know, I know," he pulls out halfway before sliding back in. You whimper at the feeling, not yet completely used to him. "You're takin' me so well though, my good girl. Making me feel so good."

"Yeah?" The hope in your voice could make him melt. Of course it's your first time, and all you can think about is whether or not Sukuna is enjoying himself. And really, how could he not be? Another roll of his hips and you're locking your ankles around his back, holding him close. "You can go faster now."

Sukuna doesn't need to be told twice. With your invitation, he sets a rhythm that's hard enough to make your mouth fall open into the pretty shape of an 'o', hard enough to ensure that he's filling you to the brim each time he enters you. He makes sure he's pressing fully into your cunt until his hips are flush against yours, unable to go any further.

When he sits back on his haunches, he grabs your legs and throws your ankles over his shoulders instead. He's got your hips lifted off the mattress, his arms hugging your thighs for leverage as he pistons in and out of you, pulling a sharp cry from your lips. And it's not the change in speed as he bucks his hips faster that makes your head start to spin, nor is it how his pelvis is now smacking impossibly harder against your ass, but it's the way the new angle allows the head of his cock to bully that perfect spot deep inside you. Just behind your belly button, he manages to press against it with brutal precision, causing your cunt to produce a watery slick that begins to coat his shaft.

"Fuck, you hear that?" He knows you can. The wet squelching sound is embarrassingly loud now, bringing a burning flush to your cheeks as you moan unabashed. "So fuckin' wet. This pussy was made for taking my cock."

The feeling coiling in your stomach is new. Nothing like the sensation you'd experience on those scarce nights when you'd dip a hand into your pajamas, fingers fumbling around your clit until you draw out a pathetic orgasm. No, you feel this everywhere. In your tummy, your abdomen, your cunt. In fact, it feels like—"Kuna, wait!" you gasp, fingernails digging into his shoulder. "W-wait, stop, I think I have to pee."

But he doesn't stop. He just fucks you with even more vigor, a wicked grin on his lips as he sees the concern on your face and feels the way your silky walls are fluttering around his length. "Shit, baby, that's it." You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. "Come on, I'll make you feel good. Trust me, sweetheart."

Even if you didn't want to, it's not like you have much choice in the matter with how unrelenting Sukuna is. You can't fight the feeling for much longer before you're shattering beneath him on the bed, your legs shaking in his hold as you squirt. And he just keeps fucking you through it as you chant his name on repeat like a prayer, your watery release splashing onto his abs and the sheets beneath you two.

"Just like that… look so pretty when you cum for me. Fuck, you're so messy."

In all honesty, Sukuna isn't sure how he hasn't cum yet, but thinks it must be sheer willpower. He's wanted you for so long, unsure if he'd ever have you, and now he sure as shit isn't going to let you go after one measly orgasm. No, even when you're trembling from the overstimulation, stuttering out a weak protest as you come down from your high, he'll keep splitting you open on his cock.

It's almost painful in a wonderful sort of way. The overwhelming pleasure that your stepdad is forcing upon you as he keeps fucking you after you came so hard for him already—twice. It's a feeling that you never would have experienced on your own because you wouldn't be able to keep going. You're too tired, too sensitive to do much more than feebly gyrate your hips against him.

"Ohh, fuck—dad," you whine, the word falling from your lips in a way that sounds so desperate, so needy. Sukuna's hips still immediately. Your eyes open to meet his, an unreadable look on his face as he stares down at you, his mouth agape and breathing heavily. "What's wrong?" you worry.

"Say it again." You pause, your nerves coming back full force under the weight of his gaze and the accompanying demand. "Told ya to quit bein' shy around me. Now tell me who's making you feel this good." He punctuates the command with a rough thrust into your overstimulated cunt.

"Ohmygod, dad!"

Sukuna knows he shouldn't be getting off on that as much as he is, but it's hard to feel bad about it when you're tightening up around his cock every time you cry out for him. You just make it so easy for him to lose himself when he's inside you, when he has you spread out on the sheets beneath him, your back arching and head thrown back into the pillows. And then suddenly, Sukuna feels like he can't let this moment go, not without something to capture it more clearly than his mediocre memory ever could.

The flash from his phone is almost blinding but he can't turn it off because it's unreal the way you look on camera. Skin shining from sweat under the bright light, an arm thrown over your eyes to shield them. Your tits are on full display, bouncing with each rough thrust from the man grunting behind the scenes.

"Come on, baby," Sukuna groans, "say it for the camera. Lemme hear you again."

You would probably be nervous again if it wasn't for the fact that you're teetering on the edge of your climax for the third time tonight and all you care about is feeling as good as Sukuna made you feel earlier. You want him to reduce you into nothing more than a babbling mess, ensuring you don't need to think or speak because you know he'll give you everything you need, because of course he knows what that is. He's always paid such good attention to you, he doesn't even have to try to understand exactly what's going through your head.

"Be a good girl for your dad, huh? Don't you wanna cum?" Sukuna's pace slows just enough for your attention to snap from your thoughts, your wide eyes blinking up at the camera he's still shining in your face.

"Yeah," you nod, your eyebrows pinching together. You hope he doesn't stop. You need him to not stop.

Sukuna runs a hand up your side, brushing over your breast and giving it a light squeeze that makes you wiggle underneath his hips.

"Fuck, aah—dad, please!" you whine when he pinches your nipple, rolling it firmly between two fingers.

"Atta girl…" he groans, kneading your tit in his rough palm one last time before his hand returns to your sore hip. "Love when you call me that."

It's like a flip switched in your brain and you've regressed back into the most desperate version of yourself, your eyes not leaving Sukuna's when he starts drilling you into the mattress again. The picture in his video is shaky and blurry, but it's okay because the audio is still picking up on the best part—

"Oh god, dad! D-Dad, 'm gonna cum!"

"Do it," Sukuna snaps, breathless, "squirt all over my dick like the last time. Show the camera how fuckin' messy my daughter's pussy gets."

His daughter.

That's the part that sends you over the edge this time. He always insists that you call him dad, but you rarely hear him call you his daughter.

Your stomach flips with pride as your walls constrict around Sukuna's length one more time, stealing another moan from the man. And when your muscles tense and start to tremble, your hands clawing at the sheets, Sukuna has half a mind to bury himself inside you and steady the video for once. He angles his phone straight down to where your bodies connect just in time to see you cum. With the flash on, it's impossible to miss the way you squirt around him, the liquid release splashing all over the both of you.

"Ahh shit, I'm gonna cum too."

And he probably should have pulled out, Sukuna knows that. He shouldn't have came inside your sweet pussy like he did. He shouldn't have fucked you in the first place. Hell, he shouldn't have even kissed you.

But if he didn't do all those things, then he wouldn't have gotten to see the way you looked after he fucked you nearly to sleep. The expression on your face was of pure bliss as you were overcome with exhaustion. Your legs were spread when he pulled away and the video perfectly captured your pulsing cunt, all slick and puffy, his cum oozing out of the poor abused hole.

The same pussy that was virgin just a couple of hours ago, now claimed as his after being stretched to his size and filled with his seed.

No amount of guilt can withstand being washed away after a sight like that—he'll fuck his pretty stepdaughter again and again to see it even just one more time.

© 2026 oncam ⋮ a/n still going to do a part 2 for this with toji eventually!! thank you to this nonnie for being the most patient person in the world :,]

[shrimpwife]

Far From Darkness (18+ only mdni)

for this request pairing - big brother!choso x little sister!reader warnings - incest. captivity. noncon. somnophilia. yandere behavior. use of nii-chan word count - 5.8k synopsis - your parents encourage you to spend time with your brother before adult life takes your last summer away. lucky for you, choso found the perfect spot to spend a weekend far from civilization.

Choso’s hard stare is the first thing you’re greeted with as you enter the front door of your family home. You can’t help but feel guilty after seeing his expression, but he was such an overwhelmingly emotional man at times that you had to get away every now and then.

There was never a time you could have friends, let alone a boyfriend, with your big brother hovering and disapproving of them. Your parents would rather enable his behavior than actually set boundaries so making plans behind his back is the only way you can feel like a normal young woman.

You feel more and more self-conscious as your older brother’s eyes rake up and down your form. Suddenly it feels as if your dress is too short, your makeup is too heavy, your lips are too swollen from the kiss you just shared in your new boyfriend’s car. The fact that your date ran far longer than you intended only worsened the anxiety. 

Choso was supposed to be teaching some kid how to play guitar and yet here he is, waiting for you to walk through the door.

Your brother has a way of making you feel like either the princess of the family or the town whore depending on his mood. Your mother always brushes it off as him doing his job of being a good older brother, but the pit in your stomach as those dark irises lock onto the hemline of your skirts said otherwise.

Just as quickly you brush it off too. There is nothing nefarious about him, he just has too much love, too much concern, to bottle up without it exploding onto the people he cares about.

Choso meets you by the door, his bulky figure dwarfing your own as he leans down and embraces you. It was an awkward fit, the laced up boots he wore added additional height to his frame and the multiple stacks of silver jewelry on his arms and neck always seemed to get tangled in your hair or clothing.

Still, your arms wrap around him, savoring what your friends call a miracle. All of their siblings had long since abandoned the idea of hugging each other, or even being pleasant to each other, for that matter. You were lucky, they insisted, that Choso was still happy to be your sweet brother.

“Did you have fun with that boy?” He asks, arms hesitant to let go so around your shoulders they remained.

“Yes, I did. As a matter of fact, that boy,” a smile grew on your face as you recalled the events prior to him dropping you off at home, “asked me to be his girlfriend.”

Choso’s hands tighten into fists and he is grateful they are behind your back so you can’t see the way they stress or how his eyes widen at your confession.

You pull back to look at him, worried at how he suddenly went quiet. “You’ll like him, I promise. He’s actually a lot like you. He’s pretty quiet and I think you might like the same music. He played some band in the car that I’m sure you’ve listened to before.”

He simply nods, taking in more information than he wished to hear tonight. “I’m going to bed, it’s really late. I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

You attempt to say goodnight to your brother but it seems as if he doesn’t hear. Not letting his mood ruin your night you bound over to where your mother is sitting cozy on the couch and you gush about your date.

She nods and smiles as you tell her how sweet your date was. She even reminisces a story or two of her and your father’s time dating after high school. “I know you’re probably excited to see him again, but you really should take Choso up on that offer to go camping. Both of you will be out of college soon and what if this is your last chance to do something together as siblings? I sure wish I had taken a vacation with my sisters before we all got married.”

When your mother brings up Choso’s idea to go camping you roll your eyes. The last thing you wanted to do was be stuck in a stuffy tent in a sleeping bag and eat burnt hotdogs over a fire for dinner.

But she is right, and the look of hurt on his face all week has been nagging at you. Choso always had a hard time when you made new friends or if a boy was interested in you. You spent nearly all of your teen years without male interactions because your scary big brother, with his piercings and all black outfits, it tended to scare off any potential dates.

You tell your mother that you agree. One final sibling outing before the chaos of graduations and adult life tears you away from the freedom of youth.

After saying goodnight to your parents you knock on your big brother’s door, hoping he is still awake. You didn’t know that he was listening the whole time, the door wedged open just enough to let your conversation sound clearly into his room.

When he opens the door you’re relieved. “I just wanted to let you know that I’d like to go camping with you. I’m free tomorrow, maybe next week too if you need time-”

“Tomorrow. We’ll head out in the morning.” He’s quick to answer. You assume he’s just tired or brooding, not realizing the plans running through his mind are making it difficult for him to even speak to you right now.

“Okay! It’s gonna be fun right? Like when dad took us fishing at the lake a few years ago.” You want to show how excited you are but it’s not necessary, Choso already has everything planned out for you.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun. Pack your stuff in the morning and I’ll make you breakfast. We’ll be there for a few days so don’t forget anything important.”

You nod and wish him goodnight, actually feeling eager for a break from the city and your parents. You make sure to text your boyfriend that you won’t be available for the next few days, not wanting him to worry about any calls you might miss.

I can’t wait to see you again when I get back :)

If you miss me too much I might just have to find your little campsite and bring you back to civilization

I swear if I see a snake out there you better come rescue me. That better be a promise

What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t

Sleep takes over quickly after you text him goodnight, but it doesn’t for your brother across the hallway. In his room he’s going over the same list a thousand times making sure everything is perfectly in place for the camping trip.

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Choso was kind enough to make your breakfast as he promised and even packed a lunch for you both to share when you arrived at the camping spot. You stare out the passenger window, not recognizing the area you were in as he continued driving deeper into a wooded area.

“It’s a better spot than the one dad used to take us to.” He promises. “You’re gonna like it. I swear.”

You expect a fire pit and flat dirt to set up a tent but that’s not what you find in front of you. Your eyes widen as a small cabin comes into view at the end of the long trail. Choso turns the car off and looks over at you, relieved at the excitement on your face.

“Is this where we’re staying?” You ask with a chirp to your voice. Suddenly far more interested in this trip than you were before.

“Yeah, it’s actually my place. I bought it with the inheritance money from grandma Kamo.” Choso looks at you and gauges your reaction. “If you like it, we can come out here anytime.”

“This is incredible. There’s a stream over there!” You notice, taking in the surroundings with awe. The summer call of cicadas in the tall trees surround you as you exit the vehicle. You’re overly happy to finally stretch your legs after being on the road for two hours. “Have mom and dad been out here yet?”

“No. That’s one reason I wanted to bring you here first.” Choso wasn’t good at lying to you so he keeps his face turned where you can’t see his brows or hands fidget while telling you more about the land. “I’ve spent a lot of time out here to make it feel like home. For our family.”

“You’re so thoughtful, Choso.” You flash him a smile before walking up the wooden steps of the porch. You can already picture a planter of daisies next to a rocking chair sitting on the veranda, mom will love that. A chocolate labrador retriever would fit nicely here too, you imagine. “Can I go in?”

“Go on ahead, I’ll bring the bags inside.”

You pop open the heavy wooden door and take everything in. The center of the room has a couch and what looks like a retro television, antenna and all, there is even a blanket you recognize from back home stretched out across the couch cushions. There is a kitchen towards the back with a stove and a refrigerator, everything seems warm, cozy even.

At least the place has electricity, you think as you flip on a light switch, maybe there’s a generator. You notice there are only a few windows and each are held in by wrought iron lattice panels, the only thing it makes you fear is the possibility of bears in the area. Worried about keeping things out rather than in.

There is one bedroom and one bathroom across the hall from it. You feel a little disappointed at the idea of sleeping on the couch but you remind yourself it’s better than a sleeping bag like you had imagined you would be stuck with.

Choso hauls multiple bags inside and the volume shocks you.

“I only packed one overnight bag, where did these all come from?” You ask. Choso packed the car while you ate breakfast this morning, meaning you had no idea just how much he hauled for a weekend trip.

“It’s still storm season. I don’t want to be stuck out here without backup in case a tornado or an earthquake hits.” Choso said this so confidently, almost rehearsed, that you didn’t even question it. You nodded like the good little sister he knows you to be and smiled.

“You’d know more about that stuff than I would, I guess.” You relinquish as Choso carries the bags towards the bedroom.

Your eyes widen as your hands go to your shorts, patting for your phone and not feeling it. You check the path you walked through the cabin, making sure it didn’t fall out of your pocket as you snooped through your temporary residence.

Nothing.

“Choso,” you call out, “have you seen my phone? I wanted to call mom and let her know we got here.”

He sticks his head out of the bedroom and responds, “no but I already texted her when we got here. Service is spotty in the forest so calling isn’t the best option anyway.” He continued, not liking how silent you got as you fretted over the lost phone. “It’s either in the car or in the cabin, we’ll find it.”

The problem was, hours went by and you still didn’t have your phone.

You eat lunch outside by the stream, gleefully spotting a mama and her ducklings waddling through the brook. And now as you’re seated at the small table while finishing up dinner you still can’t find it.

“Choso, where should I sleep tonight? I can take the couch, it’s no problem, but I’m not feeling very well. I just wanna lay down.” You confess, truly not feeling well. “It’s probably the fresh air, I’m too used to the city pollution.” You attempt to keep the conversation lighthearted, not wanting to upset your dear brother who went through so much effort to make this cabin comfortable for you.

“Don’t be silly, you’re sleeping in the bedroom tonight. I’ll wash up and sleep later. ” Choso clears the plates and takes them over to the sink to wash. “Oh, and I left your book on the bed in case you want to read a little. You forgot to pack it but I snagged it before we left.”

You wonder how he knew that, but the way your head was swimming didn’t give you much energy to question it.

The soft rattle of a shower being turned on hummed in the background as you crawled into bed. Walking along the creek with your brother must have taken more out of you than you realized because you hardly flipped through two pages of your novel before you were passed out.

You don’t wake up again until cold hands stir you from your deep rest, but it’s the warm tongue between your legs that makes you finally push past the haze of sleep and wake up. You feel strong arms push you lower to the mattress, pinning your thighs down as a mouth sucks almost painfully at your clit.

Blinking your eyes until they adjust to the moonlight streaming in the small bedroom, you are hit with a wave of repulsion as you see, and worst of all feel, your older brother suctioning his mouth to your core. Your shorts and underwear are nowhere to be found and the shirt you wore to bed is currently pushed up to expose your whole chest.

“Stop touching me!” You struggle underneath his hands, unsuccessfully wiggling your hips away from his greedy mouth.

“Stop fighting me.” He returns your demand with his own.

You feel your body pulsing as he resumes his task, lips to your cunt, sucking, licking, and swirling his tongue across every part of your pussy. Given how wet and sticky you felt, you can only assume he’s been doing this for a while before you woke up.

One hand remains wrapped around your thigh, holding you tight to his mouth, while the other snakes upwards and gropes your breast.

This is a form of torture you can’t withstand, being prodded and toyed with until your body shakes with tension. Every shift of your hips to break contact only results in pushing his tongue deeper inside of you or causing his nose to brush against the swollen bud between your folds.

“Please, Choso, stop!” Your hands reach down to push him away but you’re met with resistance as his broad shoulders tense against your laughable effort. “Nii-chan, please.”

He lifts his head at that, pressing a gut-twistingly sweet kiss to your clit before licking your slick off his lips. “Promise you’ll stay here with your nii-chan. We don’t have to go back home, I can take care of everything for you.”

“Stop. Don’t say stuff like that, Choso.” You cry, utterly trapped as he inches his way above you and flips the bedside lamp on. “You’re scaring me.”

With the room illuminated you now are met with a sight you never wanted to witness. Your brother’s thick flushed cock hovers just above your mound, legs still spread as he wedges his own hips in between yours.

The tip is flushed a deep shade of pink and your eyes widen as a drop of precum slowly drips down from the tip directly onto your slit in a thick translucent line.

“Don’t do this. Please, nii-chan. I won’t tell anyon-”

“We don’t need anyone else, my sweet baby sister is all I want.” His cock twitches as your lip quivers in a pout, fear and anxiety making your eyes so beautifully round and sad he can’t help but feel his patience wearing thin. “I will be everything for you. Your boyfriend, your brother, I can even be dad when you miss him. Just us, that’s all we need.”

All it takes is for you to shift once more, desperate to get out from under him, for Choso to lower one hand to guide and sink himself inside of you. You both cry out at the same time, you from the pain of the sudden intrusion and him from the relief of finally being nestled deep against your womb.

“I wanted this to be better, I really did.” He pants as he hovers over you, his muscular chest blocking you from getting away as his hips thrust slow and deep. “It will be better next time. I promise. But nii-chan needs to be selfish right now, just like you were when you went on that date last night.”

Choso’s hips move a little fast, driving home a little sharper as he thinks about the way you so willingly let another man into your life. His thrusts grow harder with each passing thought. How could you be so careless after all those years he spent chasing away every boy that dared to look twice at you.

It’s not until your fingers, the ones he fondly remembers painting for you when you were just a kid and still messy with your nail polish, scratch against his chest like a pitiful little kitten in a cage.

“Choso, you’re hurting me. Slow down.” You beg, unsure if your words will even cut through his lust induced haze.

He looks down and you notice water rimming his eyes as he stared into yours. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He states, over and over, but it doesn’t stop his body from chasing after your own. He’s not sorry enough to stop himself from taking everything he wants from you.

His cock drives into you at a slower pace now that his mind isn’t clouded with jealous thoughts and vivid scenes of you with your new boyfriend. He’s confident that the visit he paid the young man after you went to sleep was enough to scare him away from you for good, and that’s enough to keep you out of the other room he has prepared, for now.

You feel him press his chapped lips against your own, chaste at first until he grows greedier for more attention until his tongue is practically prying your mouth open so he can have a taste. It doesn’t matter that you don’t reciprocate, your lips are tugged by his teeth and your tongue is sucked on while his hand holds your jaw in place anyway. Your lack of participation is an afterthought.

Choso shifts above you, elbows bent on each side of your head making him unbearably close. “Touch yourself. It will feel better if you do.”

When you refuse to move, Choso changes his pace and makes you whimper from the burning friction you feel as his length pounds you into the mattress. “Be a sweet girl for me. Don’t make me angry, please.”

You are willing to do anything to stop the feeling of ripping in half. Your hand moves down to where your bodies meet, eyes screwed shut as you press your clit with halfhearted strokes. And he was right, of course he was, you curse the thought. Your body begins flooding itself with lubrication, slick building up until his cock feels almost welcomed rather than intrusive in its movements.

You try to keep your eyes shut, or at least pointed to the corner of the room, but your brother surrounds you so completely you catch yourself staring at him over and over. You chalked it up to your mind helping you get through this without completely breaking, but you can’t help but be sickened by your own thoughts.

For a moment you notice Choso’s eyes are beautiful in their intensity, his face a mixture of soft boyish features and chiseled angles hidden under a slew of silver piercings. You could almost disassociate the body from the person, if only he wasn’t panting your name in that familiar voice.

“Fuck, baby sister, are you gonna come?” He presses his forehead against yours, stealing quick kisses as he moans with every other sharp jolt of his hips. Your cunt tightens around his cock, you can’t tell if you’re on the brink of an orgasm or the brink of death. “"Be good for me, baby, I’m gonna take such good care of you, forever.”

Something wet hits your cheek, maybe your tears, maybe his. You can’t focus on that when your walls are pulsing and your legs are twitching as your brother fucks into you at a dizzying pace.

“Such a good girl.” Choso groans as you become slicker, right on the edge of release. “God, I’m gonna fill you up. So good, so good for me. My perfect little sister.”

You cum and it feels more like an explosion. Your stomach knots up, from revulsion and the tension of your abdomen as your clit throbs itself into an orgasm. 

Choso shudders as he comes inside of you, his sticky stream coats your abused walls. He continues to pump his softening cock, each thrust causing his cum to slip out until you’re covered in a mess of your combined release.

He lays on top of you, soaking in the feeling of your skin against his, your calmness after being throttled for the better half of an hour by his cock. He can feel that his member is still half hard but he lets you rest, he has all the time he needs to explore you, and eventually you’ll want to explore him as well, he hopes.

You can’t stand being here anymore, willing to do anything to get out from under him, literally and figuratively. You’re ready to run through the forest with nothing but a tank top on if it means getting out of this pine enclosure.

“Choso, I need to use the bathroom.” You beg, softening your eyes so he might just believe you. “I’ll come right back, I just need to pee.”

He takes a moment to think about it and lets you go, his possessive arm retreating from its hold on your waist. “I trust you to come back, don’t make me regret it.”

The cabin and its exterior are so quiet you can hear the echo of your bare feet patting against the hard wood flooring. You make a show of going to the bathroom, opening and closing the door loudly so your moves can be timed. Sitting on the toilet you have just enough mental strength to wash yourself up and remove the cum still inside of you before making your exit.

Your moves are not planned, you can’t afford any more time to think about it. You move on instinctual action alone, opening the bathroom door as quietly as possible and running towards the front door.

There’s a deadbolt, how had you not noticed it before, you wonder. No time to think or question your mistakes now, Choso is already standing in the hallway, watching you claw at the door with desperation.

“Why can’t you just listen to me.” He says so calmly and even, it’s like he expected nothing less from you. But disappointment is still prominent in his voice. “It’s okay, you’ll learn that your nii-chan always knows what’s best for you.”

He grabs your wrist, firm but not squeezing, like he still is afraid of hurting you. The idea of him still caring about that nearly makes you guffaw, how can he think his hand will hurt you any worse than his body has?

Too caught up in your own head, you miss when he pulls a key from his pocket, tugging your struggling form towards the other side of the cabin. There is another wooden door, one you completely overlooked previously. No… You hadn’t overlooked it, a bookshelf was blocking it, and said bookshelf is now skewed sideways like he was preparing for this before you even woke up.

The door pops up and it’s pitch black inside. A switch to the right of the entrance fills the cellar with light and suddenly you’re struggling harder than you could have imagined. Your brother has too solid of a grip on you for an escape to work. Pleading is all you have left.

“Choso, please don’t put me in here. Please, nii-chan. I’ll be good. I promise.”

You’re escorted down the stairs; he has already made up his mind.

It’s minimal, nothing at all like the warm and inviting bedroom you fell asleep in. This is your punishment. Four cement walls and a twin sized bed in the corner. The metal bed frame groaned under your weight as you were marched forward until you sat down on it.

“I know you hate me right now, but I’d rather have you hate me than leave me.” Choso says, guiding your wrists into the cuffs already prepped on the metal frame. His own wrists were covered in gouges and scrapes from your nails as you desperately tried to keep your hands free.

“You can’t keep me here. Mom and dad are gonna ask where I am. How do you think this is going to work?” You grill him, trying to reason with the human equivalent of a brick wall. 

“You’re gonna call mom and tell her you left town with that shitty boyfriend of yours. I don’t want to hurt mom or dad but I will if I need to.” Choso stares at you with his half-lidded dark eyes, difficult as ever to read their true emotions. “I’d do anything for you.”

“When are mom and dad coming?” You ask quietly, wanting the nightmare to be over. You’re willing to be good, to let him have his fun and when your parents arrive you will get your brother the help he needs. Your legs are the next to be bound to the bed and you let it happen. Struggling is futile and you’re worn down to bone-deep exhaustion.

“What are you talking about?” He looks genuinely confused by your question and that scares you more than his gentle threats.

“You said you got this place for our family.” Your lip quivers as you feel fresh tears threaten to spill again. “When are mommy and daddy coming?”

Choso softens, you haven’t called your parents that since you were a child, you must be truly scared, he thinks. “That’s not what I meant, baby sister. I mean us, our family, the one we’re gonna build together.” He holds you awkwardly, kneeling at your bedside as you cry a full on sob that nearly chokes you. “I love you so much.”

He has tears in his eyes too, as if it’s painful for him to put you in this situation. Your brother brushes your hair off your forehead and kisses it. A blanket is pulled over your body and the pillow under your head is adjusted until it sits just right. All the tossing and turning you attempt only makes it more difficult for Choso to tuck you into bed, but he still tries.

“If you’re good for me, I can let you sleep in my room tomorrow. Eventually that will be our room and you won’t have to come back down here, unless you misbehave. Okay, baby?” He says with a reluctant smile, like he doesn’t want to leave you down here, but you have to learn. You have to understand why you must listen to your big brother.

“I’ll see you in the morning. I’ll make anything you want for breakfast, my treat.” Choso retreats up the stairs and out of what you assume is supposed to be a storm cellar but is now your prison cell. “I love you, little sister. Big brother will be right up stairs, no one can hurt you now.”

You scream, you know it’s pointless but you have to, until it feels like your throat will bleed as the lights shut off and pitch darkness swallows you whole.

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WARNINGS: NSFW🔞, brocest, !ncest, somnophilia, dub con, non con, breeding, exhibitionism (im envisioning satoru in his mid to late twenties and reader in her early twenties but they can be any adult age you choose) ~ just a drabble~

nerdy big brother satoru is invisible to everyone but his little sister who loves him just a bit too much.

satoru’s kind of smelly, like sweat and must, because he only showers once a month since ‘showering once a day is a scam created by shampoo companies.’ his nose is always runny, and he simply wipes it on his shirt whenever it gets annoying, adding to the collection of food and snot stains on his sleeve. his glasses are pushed up as high as they can go on his face, hiding his features, he never did get his acne under control, and he’s blunt and borderline rude without even realizing it. his hair is a mess, but not in the charming, careless way. he pairs socks with crocs that are a horrendous vomit color because, apparently, ‘comfort’ equals efficiency. when he’s not writing some paper for his physics class, he spends his free time glued to some dumb video game with his online friends that are just as nasty and weird as he is. the only reason his clothes get washed is because he lives at home and his mother does it, picking up his dirty clothes off of the floor for him. the only time satoru interacts with girls is when they make dating him an insult to eachother.

but then there’s you. his little sister who idolizes him, who hangs out in his room because you seem to love his ‘scent.’ you watch him for hours, engrossed in some obscure game or reading up on a random topic with an intensity that makes everything else fade into the background.

he always uses the money he’s earned from being one of the top players in his game to walk you to the ice cream shop, buying you whatever you want. as you enjoy your ice cream, you listen to him passionately ramble about physics or his game, though it can be hard to keep up, since he talks faster than the speed of light when he’s excited. he’s so intelligent that your entire family jokes that he might have been switched at birth.

he always makes sure you have more food on your plate than he does when your mom makes dinner, even though you never finish the huge portion he gives you—he ends up eating it anyway. you sleep in his bed every other night, and he never complains. he just groggily pulls back the blanket and silently invites you in when you stand at his door. you don’t even have to ask him to wrap his arms around you anymore. you feel lucky to be one of the few who gets to see him without his glasses at the end of the day, showcasing his beautiful blue eyes, delicate white lashes, and perfectly coordinated features.

when your big brother complains to you that he’ll die alone and never find a girlfriend after having one particularly rough game match, you can’t help but feel bad for him. he accidentally gets carried away and blurts out that he’s tired of using his own hand to jerk off and he apologizes immediately, pleading with you not to tell your parents. your poor big brother doesn’t even know what he’s doing wrong or how he could possibly understand why girls avoid him.

you’ve seen how your friend who recently entered a relationship spends all her time with her boyfriend, constantly talking about him, and even having him move out of his parents house to move in with her.

you never imagined a world without your big brother. he promised to always be in your life and you can’t fathom otherwise, so when you ask to sleep in his bed again, wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and holding your pillow close, he doesn’t hesitate to make room and let you crawl in. you cuddle into him a little closer than usual but doesn’t mind; in fact, he finds it endearing, the way you push into him, your leg resting over his hip, and your breath warm against his neck. growing up, you were always by his side, hiding behind him, latched to his side. he’s glad you haven’t outgrown that closeness, and he holds you a little tighter too. even when you sniff at his neck and chest like you’re an animal trying to get a scent profile. he just lets out a relaxed breath and nudges his head against yours until you fall asleep.

when his loud, open-mouthed snores let you know he’s fallen asleep, you quietly wiggle out of his big arms and slip beneath the blanket. you pull down his sweatpants and pokémon underwear in one go and you poke at his dick, speaking little words of encouragement to it until it grows and lengthens. it gets so long that it taps your face, right under your eye!

it doesn’t bother you when his body convulses and he busts into your mouth as soon as you latched onto his lanky, thick tipped cock. although it was slightly difficult for you to swallow due to the sour taste, you’re just pleased to be sure that you can please your big brother the way he yearns for.

though, maybe you got carried away because when you get him hard enough to suck him back into your mouth, he wakes up with a hiss. he peers down to see a large tent in his blanket where your head is and feels a wet suction on his cock. he feels around the bed and his nightstand for his glasses frantically.

when he finally manages to put his glasses on, crookedly, and lifts the blanket to reveal you where his dick should be, his jaw drops in shock.

you stifle a giggle as you push him deeper into your throat, each movement eliciting gasps of disbelief from him. he stutters that he must be dreaming repeatedly, lost in sheer ecstasy. his body tenses comically; legs straight out, muscles rigid, back hunched slightly, ass clenched, and his hands form playful stalling gestures as if caught in a delightful seizure.

he busts for the second time, but it’s the first time he’s awake to witness it. his whimpers are so loud, you’re afraid your parents will wake up.

but then you just keep suckling, not even bobbing anymore but instead keeping him warm while swallowing and sucking on it. you think it’s cute as he repeatedly questions, “why??” confused and unsure of how he’s supposed to feel seeing his little sister’s eyes roll back as he ejaculates into her throat for the third time.

satoru starts whining that it hurts when you try to keep going so you pull back and try to catch your breath as his sensitive, utterly wet cock slaps onto his lower abdomen.

he questions you, asking all sorts of things in a shaky voice, as you slowly crawl up his body to straddle his hips, causing him to cringe in the middle of his question about why you did what you just did.

“do you do this while i sleep, often? where did you learn about ‘fellatio’? don’t you know this is wrong?” your responses to his questions are simple—either that you love him, a shrug, or just that you wanted to.

things took a turn when he told you to go back to your bed. you even started crying, and he had to reassure you, telling you as he takes your hand that, of course he still loves you, how could you think otherwise? he’s just really confused.

he nervously says that dad would kill him if he found out and without saying a word, you lean in and press your lips firmly against his. his eyes widen in shock, completely still, as you begin to softly peck him. his hands instinctively shoot up to push you away, but they pause midair. then, you gently slide your tongue across his lips, and then against his teeth and gums, slowly deepening the kiss. his hands gradually lower away from your shoulders, no longer resisting.

satoru doesn’t know how to kiss. unsure of what to do, he just follows his instincts, letting you take the lead. he doesn’t fully register what’s happening until your tongue pushed past his lips and then, without thinking, he just opens them slightly. he gasps, eyes wide, as you eagerly explore his mouth, your tongue licking into every part of his mouth cavity, like a cat grooming its kitten.

you’re whining and whimpering into his mouth like you’re in pain, even saying that your tummy is so full of his cum while you bring one of his hands to it, and he whines into your mouth with guilt, wishing you didn’t just say that. but fuck, he can’t deny how harmoniously blissful it feels when your tongue rubs against his. the second you feel his poor attempt at copying your sloppy kiss, you reach down and force his cock into you to the hilt until his tip kisses your womb.

after the initial, synchronized, blood-curdling gasp shared between you, satoru’s first words are, “we can’t have sexual intercourse as siblings!” but then you’re taunting him with a breathy “why?” over and over. you start to grind down on him, making his cock smear into every crevice in every wall of your insides in a circular motion.

he’s stuttering and whining, “b-because-!” but you just won’t let him finish his sentence or a coherent thought for that matter because you lift and slam your hips down every time he tries, send8!) a jolt of godlike bliss into him.

his single bed with dragon ball sheets creaks and groans with every desperate buck. his eyes are wide with confusion, yet every now and then, they roll in sheer pleasure. as the mix of moans, sticky squelching, skin slapping, and the creaking of his bed grows louder, he whimpers, “mom and dad!”

you know him so well that he doesn’t even need to explain — you instantly understand what he’s trying to say. you reassure him that they won’t wake up, they’re all the way across the house and dad snores so loud, it never wakes mom up, remember? it’s fine! satoru truly hopes so, because his door is unlocked.

as you began to babble about how much you love him, he stutters that he loves you too at first, but soon his little ‘i lo-love you t-too!’s gave way to slurs and desperate whines. he’s trying to focus on enduring the brunt of your movements, bracing himself as if taking a punch, twitching and spasming with every impact and that tight clench of your walls around him, hoping to survive this overwhelming onslaught.

satoru kept his hands to himself for a while now, hesitant to touch you, despite his length disappearing deep into your gushy insides. but when you begin to , slowly and thoroughly lick his neck repeatedly, while you sloppily humped him, his hands shot to your hips, gripping the skin tightly. it’s as though he’s trying to stop you in the name of morals, but the way he digs his fingers into your hips betrays him—he isn’t using nearly enough force to actually halt you.

after you milked him three times with your throat, he’s thankfully lasting longer than he would have inside of a pussy otherwise. still, having only experienced the sensation of his own hand before tonight, he’s already on the brink of cumming after just ten minutes.

he starts frantically begging you to get off, pleading with you to stop and please please get off but instead, you sink your teeth into his shoulder. with one final, forceful plunge down, you stop moving entirely, locking your hips against his, cock so deep that your outer lips press into the skin where his pubes meet.

it’s like you’re using your hole as a suction tube that’s built with the intention to stimulate a humans cock in all the right ways as to collect semen efficiently. he feels like he’s tied down by metaphorical ropes and forced to cum into the tube with no way of fighting it.

his warnings urge you to reach between your bodies and circle your clit frantically. it doesn’t even take thirty seconds for you to cum because just the thought of him releasing his purest form of love into your heart shaped womb is too precious.

his breathing is erratic, almost alarming, while his eyes flicker and twitch. his toes curl, and his hips jerk up involuntarily one last time as he pleads ‘noo!’ one last time. his mouth hangs open in a way that almost looks comical as his cock jolts, breeding you. if you could somehow see inside your body with an x ray of sorts, you’d witness the way his cock twitches in tandem to the cum traveling through it, only to be drawn in and milked by your pulsing walls, perfectly made to collect it. you feel absolute bliss, as his dna pools within you, bringing you as close as physically possible.

you collapse onto his body, both of you gasping for air. with a shaky hand, he adjusts his crooked glasses, carefully straightening them.

despite everything, satoru softly asks if you’re okay, his tone full of the brotherly concern you love so much. you hum happily in response, your body reacting as your pussy clenches, making him let out a guttural wheeze, as though he’d been punched in the stomach. you both stay like that for a long time, and when you ask him to, satoru gently rubs your back, just like he does when you can’t sleep, while you rest against him, his cock still warm inside your body.

he listens carefully, straining to hear any sign that your parents are awake as you lie together in the afterglow. thankfully, he hears nothing. when you start showering sweet kisses along his neck and up to his jaw, he feels a flutter in his stomach, and his cock jerks. but he pulls his head away slightly and gently grabs your shoulders to pull you away, looking you in the eye. you break free from his grasp and continue kissing him all over his face, even as he tells you this is wrong and it can never happen again.

but satoru can tell himself whatever he wants because twenty minutes and an energy drink from his mini fridge later, he’s pounding you into his bed like his life depends on it. you cry out, eyes permanently rolled to the back of your skull as he’s forcing you to stay deep down in a mating press. he’s pushing you down with more force than he realizes, the stretch painful as he’s unaware of how much weight he’s placing on you. you can barely breathe, but you don’t mind. you know it’s because he’s inexperienced, too lost in the ecstasy between your legs to pay attention to anything else.

satoru even starts crying pathetically in utter guilt as he ruts into you sloppily and erratically hard because he’s not used to this hip motion or exercise in general. he’s whining drawn out and pathetic that he’s so sorry, over and over again, babbles that he’s just not used to this and can’t stop. to comfort him, you grip his tear-streaked cheeks and pull him close, encouraging him to drop his full weight onto you into a deep hug, above and below. you kiss him deeply, exchanging breaths and saliva, offering reassurance in the midst of his turmoil that it’s okay i love you.

many positions and rounds later, pillows and blankets are everywhere but the bed and he’s basically just sloshing his own cum back into you. the only evidence of cum around the room is between your legs because big brother satoru can’t possibly find the willpower to pull out now after you showed him how intimate a creampie is.

by the end of the night, you’re both so exhausted that you end up sleeping through the entire next day. your parents find it endearing how close you two still are, thinking it’s cute that you spent all night playing video games together, especially since satoru has no friends. however, when they make a comment about you guys being too loud, satoru nearly breaks down crying, about to confess everything. thankfully, under the table, you manage to grab his cock through his pants just in time, freezing him in place as you quickly make an excuse to your parents and apologize for the noise.

satoru likes to insist it was just a one-time thing whenever the topic comes up in conversation, especially when you tease him about it. but no matter how much he tells himself that, it just keeps happening—again and again.

the second time it happens, you rub him through his sweatpants at dinner without even looking at him while you tell your parents about an upcoming project for one of your lectures. he tried to make you stop but he busts in his pants. he even got mad at you for a few hours after, ignoring you with a hard expression until you surprised him with his favorite mochi and said you’re sorry. (you’re not.)

the third time, you claim that you want to take a bath with him like old times and your parents just love how much closer you guys are lately! satoru even believed your innocent act as you sat with your back to his chest in the water, until you lodged your brother into your pussy. when he started reprimanding you, you explained to him that cock warming isn’t fucking and sat there for thirty minutes. satoru ended up being the one to grow impatient. he wrapped one arm around your chest and shoulders, one around your lower hips, and humped up into you like a rabbit, making a watery mess on the floor. he doesn’t much care for cock warming.

the fourth time, satoru gets a job to buy a car just so he can drive you two out to an anime convention on a little siblings trip. you ended up fucking through the whole weekend without ever even leaving the hotel room. nerdy satoru even initiated some of it: telling you not to sleep in the extra bed, giving a little peck goodnight with the claim that a small peck is healthy between family (not like your other kisses at all), cuddling you into him like you’re his own personal stuffed animal, telling you how much he enjoys spending time with you, rubbing his hands up and down your back affectionately. it’s not long until his hands venture down to your ass and then before you know it, he’s thrusting into you as he holds your head so it doesn’t bang into the head board.

the fifth time, you sneak under his desk as he wrote a physics paper and you drank milk until you grew sleepy and passed out on his thigh as his cock twitched and kissed your cheek in appreciation. he wrote the word ‘the’ in the span of an hour.

the sixth time, you were doing a family movie night, and someone had to make popcorn so you and satoru hopped up to make it, since that’s a two man job, according to you. stovetop popcorn is just so much better than the easy microwave one your parents urged you to do. the second you turn on the stove, you called out that you couldn’t even hear the movie and grabbed the remote from the counter to turn it all the way up as satoru kissed your neck. your mouths crashed together the second you put the remote down and it doesn’t take long for him push you to lean over the counter and slowly, slowly slide in and out of you as to not make a lot of noise while your parents were mere feet away, happily unaware while the popcorn is popping. just in time, the popcorn timer went off as you came.

the seventh time, you were at some college party and you fed whispers into his ear in the corner of the room as you -not so subtly- pawed at his growing bulge. detailed coos of how you wanted him to fuck and lick and finger you as his eyes swirled in a spiral. he nervously fingered you, terribly with inexperience, in the bathroom before you got frustrated and shoved his face into your slit. it was so nice to make out and grope him in public where no one knows you’re related<3

satoru doesn’t mind not having a girlfriend anymore.

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BAM! BROCEST

expect a lot of brother satoru from me in the future

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how do we feel about dirty dad toji and even dirtier daughter *drool🤤🤤

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dad toji who stumbles in your room, watching mindlessly as you sleep with a beer clutched tightly in hand. he thinks you look so cute with your mouth hung open, drool trickling out of the corner of your mouth. your tank tops rolled up over your tits and he doesn’t give it a second thought as he rolls one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

he pulls his cock out, using the tip to poke between your parted lips. his head lolls back, alcohol and need mixing disgustingly as it muddles his mind. you pretend to sleep as his length stretches out your cheek and rubs against your gums.

that stupid gas station pill you’d crushed up and slipped in his beer was working like a charm.

[honyskisses]

Messed up date

you ready for your big brother Bucky who’s more than happy to help you get your mind off that shitty date, hon.

open up nice ‘n wide for: dddne || incest || brother/sister || dry humping

mommy’s note: sweetheart, you don’t like mommy’s darkest desires, you better turn and move on.

"'N he's no fun, Buck," you whine, small body pressed against your brother as you sit on his thick thighs. "Didn't even want to dance."

Bucky chuckles, his calloused hands lazily curled around your waist as he watches at the television behind you.

"Ain't deserve ya, baby," Bucky mutters, cursing under his breath when his car crashes into a wall. "Damn, bastard."

You pout at your brother, leaning back slightly as your ass slips further down his legs and closer to his crotch.

"Buck," you whine, tipsy from one to many drinks but neither you nor Bucky cares. "Do you even listening?"

"Course do," he grumbles, fingers tightening around the controller in his hands as he tries to maneuver the car back onto the road. "Jus' got my ass kicked. But as said, he ain't good for ya anyway."

You huff, leaning into him once more as you let your fingers trail down his shoulder and along his arm.

Bucky's veins bulge through his skin, thick muscles working as he keeps playing whatever game he plays.

You don't really care, not after your date which definitely didn't went as you expected. The boy had eyes for every girl but you, he might have paid for lot of drinks, but he didn't care one bit.

Not like your brother does. Never like Bucky does.

"Told ya, stay home. Woulda ordered pizza and we coulda watched movies," Bucky says, sighing softly when he drives the car over the finish line as first player. "Got ya, idiot!"

He throws the controller to the side, fingers curling around your waist to pull you flush against his thick chest.

"No one will care for ya like I do. How many stupid guys do ya need to get that, baby?" Bucky asks, smirking softly when he feels your hips soft and slowly moving against his.

You huff, face hiding in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. A soft moan bubbles up your throat when you feel his sweatpants rubbing right against your panties covered pussy.

Bucky's cock twitches underneath his pants, a soft groan leaving his lips as you keep jumping against his bulge with such innocence as if you don't notice what you're doing to him.

"He can't take care of ya like I can," Bucky tells you, his fingers digging into your hips to help you rub your pussy over his dick. "Can he, sissy?"

You whine, feeling the thickness of his cock pressing hard into your cunt, rubbing back and forth along your wet cunt.

"B-Buck, please," you whimper, fingers curling into his shoulders as you press yourself more onto his cock.

"Answer me, can he?" Bucky growls, stopping your hips movements. He huffs when you whine instead of answer.

Your brother lifts his hand, then brings it down on your ass harshly, leaving a stinking pain in your soft flesh.

"No," you whine, pushing your hips forward to escape another slap he might have to offer. "Jus' you, Buck."

He hums in approval, letting you hump against his thick cock. Bucky's ocean blue eyes are lust filled when they meet yours but somehow he keeps managing to have that soft touch visible in them.

"Tell me who ya belong to," Bucky demands, his hips bucking into yours, perfect angle to rub against your sensitive clit. "Who owns you, baby?"

"Y-You," you moan, hips canting into his to get the perfect angle perfectly. "Please, gonna cum. Please, Bucky."

He chuckles low in his throat, one of his hands turning slightly. Bucky's thick fingers slide underneath your skirt, pushing it up until he's able to see your panties.

So innocent and sweet - his favorite.

How can you let anyone see those sweet panties. You don't wear lingerie not even for a date, but those sweet cotton panties in that soft blue.

Bucky hooks one of his fingers into the fabric and pulls it away, only to let it snap back into places.

"Ow!" You whine, the fabric slipping between your folds to add even more friction of your clit. The coil in your stomach tightens with every rut against him, pussy weeping and soaking your panties.

"C'mon ask me, sissy," he chuckles, watching the patch of your arousal on his gray sweatpants.

"Can I cum?" You whimper. Bucky grunts, his thumb pressing down onto your clit as you can't help but let the coil in your stomach snap.

"Cum," your brother orders, grinning as you throw your head back.

Your pussy clenches around nothing, cum dripping out of you as you keep rutting into him.

Giving you a moment to come down, he runs his fingers through your cunt, painting his fingers in your slick before he brings them to his mouth.

Bucky's tongue darts out, moving along the length of his fingers with a groan as he licks them clean.

"Mhm, such a sweet pussy you got, sissy," Bucky mutters, licking his lips before he sighs with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "How about you thank me for letting you cum?"

Nodding down at his bulge in his sweatpants, you immediately obey and let your hand wander down his thick chest and abs toward to slide it underneath the waistband of his pants.

"Such a good girl. No one's gonna love you like I do, baby," Bucky mutters, watching your fingers intensely. "Only ya big brother knows how to love you right and best."

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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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cw : father-daughter incest, cheating, degradation, humiliation, daddy kink, creampie. based on this request <3

"oh god, fuck!" is all you can manage to say when toji's hips slam against your ass, sheathing his cock inside your tight cunt with one brutal thrust.

he ruts into you with a precision that's just mean. punishing you with slow, forceful movements that are intended to make you feel every inch of him stretching out your poor pussy.

you squirm beneath his body as he leans over you, one hand pinning both your wrists behind your back while the other presses your face into the pillow.

your mother's pillow. the cover of which is now dirtied with spit and tears because your dad loves you so much that he won't go easy on you when he fucks you stupid. toji raised you, he knows you can handle it—such a big girl.

"dad, it hurts," your voice is all whiny in a way that makes toji's dick twitch inside your heat.

of course you're complaining to him about that even though it's your fault. your pussy is so god damn wet, a creamy white ring pooling around the base of his cock, and you're still strangling it. toji can't even remember the last time he was inside someone this tight.

"you fuckin' hear yourself?" he’s teasing you, his lips brushing up against your ear. the closer he leans into you the more he forces your back to arch, only shoving his cock even deeper in your stomach. "cryin’ for your daddy cause you can't take his dick.”

he's never spoken to you this way. so condescending it makes you feel even smaller than you already did with his body caging you in against the mattress.

all you can do is whimper and try to breathe through the stretch as he splits you in half, but you must be doing something right since that earns you some rare praise. "atta girl, keep breathin' just like that." your heart flutters at the sincerity, making your body finally relax into him.

the change is immediate. the pain between your thighs dissipates nearly entirely as a wave of pleasure overwhelms you instead. there's a sharp inhale above you, "fuck, that got you close already?"

you stutter, struggling to form a proper sentence, “i-i think—“

"spit it out, kid," toji grunts low and loud beside your head. "you gonna cum for me?"

you hiccup and a fresh stream of tears dribbles down your cheeks as you choke out a high pitched, "mmhmn!"

cute. "go on," he goads, "do it. soak my cock like a good little slut, yeah? make your dad proud."

he's shameless. and how could he not be? you’re drenched, slick enough that he's sliding along your walls so easy. if you weren't as fucking tight as you are, his dick would've slipped out of your cunt a million times already.

his breath is hot and his lips soft as he presses a quick kiss behind your ear—another a gesture more gentle than you thought possible from him in this moment. "daddy's gonna take care of ya. i'll make sure you're leakin' all over your mom's side of the bed."

that should have snapped you out of your cockdrunk haze. your poor mother. away on a business trip, completely oblivious to the way her husband is fucking their precious daughter back at home on the bed they share every night.

and you. you just beg for toji to keep going with a desperation you’ve never heard from yourself before. "please! don't s-stop—need you, dad please.”

the deep laugh that erupts from toji makes your eyebrows furrow with confusion because your dizzy mind can't figure out why he finds you so funny. “daaad please!" his voice jumps up an octave, mocking you with another laugh before returning to normal. "if only you could see yourself right now, princess. it's pathetic."

you suppose you can't even disagree with that because those words and a particularly hard thrust are all it takes for you to fall apart completely. eyes screwed shut and moaning into the pillow, you cum harder than you ever have before.

for a brief second while you’re shaking beneath him, toji thinks that maybe he should at least pull out for your sake. and then he thinks that he must really love his daughter because he's never had that sliver of consideration for anyone else.

but that's all it is—a sliver of consideration, a thought. it's not enough to stop him from ramming his cock into you one last time, plugging you up as his balls twitch and he unloads rope after rope of his seed into you.

when toji finally leans back and releases your head, that allows you to crane your aching neck to glance between your legs. all you find is a mess of you and your dad's cum, thick and white, dripping slowly onto your parents sheets from where your bodies are still connected.

a/n i did dad toji for this one because i felt like the way i wrote it fit him better, but dad suguru is on my mind now…

[angelixdoll]

uncle!kuna x niece!reader

cw: dead dove do not eat, dark content, incest, non-con, icky uncle sukuna, sukuna is on his 50s and reader on her early 20s, mocking, non-con picture taking, dacryphilia, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, mean sukuna that’s it

thinking about uncle!kuna finding always a way to touch you at the family reunions.

he would order you to spread your legs on your bed as he inspected your cunt, demanding no other man but him should touch it. his fingers would find his own path to your insides as he pumped you roughly, making you whine as you cry and beg him to stop. but he never does and never will.

uncle!kuna is always mean to you, mocking your tears when you get embarrassed as he has you on your knees while he is fisting his cock to your beautiful and innocent face. he would cum all over you, his thick and musky scent painting your nose, lips and hair as he grunts while taking out his phone to take a few pictures of the piece of art he just made.

uncle!kuna loves stealing a pair of your dirty panties before he leaves the house. he says it’s a souvenir to remind himself of all the sweet times he spends with you. and you know it’s bullshit, because there’s nothing sweet about him when he is filling up your insides and swearing he will put a baby in you.

uncle!kuna is such an icky man, whispering the nastiest shit to you. he would say in detail the ways he would touch you, how he would take away all of your innocence as you plead him to stop. and it didn’t matter how much you begged, how much you cried…your uncle was a perverted man, he got off to your tears and your fear, because there was nothing that could ever compare to your scared face as he approached you on family meetings. you always knew what would happen, and you still followed him upstairs with the excuse of talking to you “favorite” uncle. it was all an act where he took advantage of you and maybe, just maybe, there was that dark feeling inside you that awaited those reunions, because deep down you adored the love he showed you.