#stepdad!soldierboy

[bruisedfig]

Stepdad! Soldier boy and stepdaughter! Reader making out on the couch, and nearly getting caught...?

this but he’s also got his hand between your thighs, rubbing at your swollen clit while you attempt to stifle your mewls from escaping into his mouth. oppositely to you, ben’s completely unashamed, murmuring about how badly he wants to get inside you, rubbing firm circles to get your pretty pussy aroused enough to fit him comfortably inside.

he’s in heaven, and how could he not be? you’re so filthily sweet, with your hips shifting to seek out more friction, getting so pathetically wet from just a few minutes of kissing and teasing touches. truly, all it takes is a “c’mere, babydoll. sit on daddy’s lap for a bit.” he pats his thigh as he mutters it and then watches you waddle over with that timid but naively needy smile, knowing he’s able to do just about anything he wants to his little stepbaby.

it’s a shame when a car pulls into the driveway, though, cutting the moment short. ben pulls his hand out of your soaked underwear, quickly licking the sticky remnants of you off his fingertips, and then taps your hip. “c’mon, off you go, baby. can’t get caught messing with my daughter.”

[bruisedfig]

ik you’ve written fauxcest for soldier boy before but can you pretty pretty please elaborate on how he’d be worse about it 🙏

( in reference to this post ) cw: fauxcest — reader is 18+

okay, so stepdad!soldier boy just straight up thinks he’s your dad, and so he acts like it to a sickening degree whenever he can. he takes great pride in people thinking he’s your biological father, and even greater pride when the word ‘dad’ mindlessly slips from your lips in front of anyone.

he drones on and on about his little girl and how lucky he is to have been able to step up as a dad, despite himself. the twinkle in his eye as he talks is almost believable; it’s the same speck a real father would have for his daughter, except both you and ben know you’re anything but that.

“c’mon, baby, tell daddy what you’re feeling,” he pants out, breathing heavily into your fucked-out face from above.

you whine loudly from your agape mouth at the brutality of his thrusts and how quickly his words minimise you into a soaking mess. that pathetic sound is the best you can do.

ben tuts, not slowing his pace for even a second. “kid, i asked you a question. a little baby noise ain’t an answer.”

you gasp, hips flailing up off the sheets, chest rising and falling. “feels s-so good,” you brokenly sputter out.

“yeah, i’m makin’ my daughter feel good?”

he says it with such an intensity, like there’s truth to his words, like you are his daughter, despite the lack of biological attachment between the pair of you.

“fuckin’ answer me. tell dad how good he feels in his daughter’s cunt. you’re fuckin’ squeezing me like you want me to fuck a sibling into you. needy fucking kid.”

he knows he’s a messed up man… and an even worse father figure, but what’s he supposed to do when you look up at him with stars in those sweet teary eyes?