cw:: stepcest, cheating, virgin reader, lots of praise, so much praise
for the most part, you did feel bad. scratch that — all you could feel right now was the immense pleasure as you rode stepdad! nanami on your hotel bed.
he turned your two stuffed animals around so they wouldn't have to witness this. this... what exactly was this?
you fucking your moms husband. you were the flower girl at their wedding all those years ago. kento nanami: the kind, polite man who was nearly twice your age.
he was the man who showed up to all your dance recitals and school plays while your mom was out gambling.
the man who rushed out of work when you fell off down two flights of stairs at college just to make sure the hospital staff was treating you with the upmost care. your mom? who knew where she was. by the time she reached out —back from a bender, most of your injuries were already healed...
nanami was always the one who would get out of bed to soothe you when he heard you screaming from a nightmare — your mom could never be bothered to deal with it (if she even was home) :(
the incredible man who worked constant overtime just to get you through college and literally anything else you wanted. you were his little girl after all.
the best stepdad who showed up to the father-daughter dance when your bio dad ignored your phone calls :(
kento nanami was the man who taught you how to ride a bike. and he's also the same man teaching you how to ride his cock.
"shhh... i know it's alot. breathe baby. ive got you" and he always did. nearly your whole life, it was always nanami who was there for you. you trusted him. he knew you better than you knew yourself.
and that's why you can't bring yourself to feel regret. you love him and you know he loves you too. had you not walked in one night on your bio dad getting sucked off by your mom, maybe you wouldn't have pursued nanami.
he was the one, of course, to console you. your bio dad wouldn't ever show up for you when you needed him, yet he would show up for that? your mom not even caring she was actively cheating on nanami. her reasoning being "he worked and spoiled you too much." :(
nanami was devastated, but just like he was always there for you, you were there for him. that night you both found out, neither of you could stay in the same house as her — quickly checking into a hotel nearby kento's work.
there was only one bed, but it would be fine. you weren't sharing a bed with a stranger or anything; it was just your stepdad.
the only person to truly provide for you, protect you, love you... unconditionally.
you would quickly strip down to just your panties and a tshirt while nanami was in the shower, and slide under the covers with your teddy bears, feigning sleep.
it was only when nanami finally sat down on the bed, brushing the hair out of your face and whispered "you're everything im not supposed to want, yet here i am in bed with you," did you slowly blink your eyes open.
before nanami backed away, scared he was overstepping, did you pull him back towards you.
"you're everything i want too..." you whisper back. "we don't need her — she wasn't there for us anyways."
nanami softly patted your head, nodding. he agreed, but was still hurt by your mom's betrayal :(
you cuddled with him until you both fell asleep. that was, until you tossed and turned, over and over, waking yourself up at two am. you softly gasped when you realized there was something poking against you >.<
"dad?" you whisper, hoping he's still asleep.
he's not.
"s-sorry, princess" he says a little too quickly. "can't sleep?" you shake your head and scoot even closer to him. whatever was poking you before was definitely still there.
nanami tries to scoot away from you, but there wasn't too much space on this hotel bed.
"p-please, i don't think you should be near me right now..."
"why not?" you pout, crawling even closer. "do you not want me either?"
"of course i do, baby... it's just..." he trails off, closing his eyes with a heavy breath.
"you're hard..."
"yes," he admits. "im sorry. i work alot and your mother never wanted to."
your left hand slowly inches toward his chest then idly slides downward. "what if I helped you with that?"
"no, baby," he protests. gently holding your hand so you don't go down any further. "we can't."
"why not!"
"i'm your—"
"stepdad."
"i raised you."
"that just makes me love you more."
"princess, please don't make this harder than it already is."
you snatch your hand away from his, sliding down his chest to grip his length. "I think you're already pretty hard dad," you giggle, but continue to firmly grasp it like patrick star once instructed on your satruday morning cartoons.
"please, kento. dad. i want this and i want you. it's always been you. please"
your plead snuffed out the last of nanami's resistance. if his wife was going to cheat, it was only fair he did the same. right?
nanami tugs down his pj pants and boxers with your help. his hands find their way to your clothed pussy, slowly rubbing you through the fabric.
once your eyes feast upon nanami's full, throbbing cock, your eye's are immediately going wide.
"she didn't want this!? this fucking monster!"
"language, sweetie."
"sorry."
you tentaively grasp it again, going up and down it with your hand awkwardly.
he wraps his hand around yours, guiding you up and down his length. even in this fucked up situation, nanami was still there to teach you, guide you.
"sorry, im not experienced. i've never..."
"never? fuck. imgoingtohell"
"language, daddy!" you echo back to him with a smile. it actually calms his nerves.
"just follow my lead and if you want to stop-"
"i want this," you reassure him.
he continues to guide your much smaller hands up and down his cock. maybe if you only do this it won't be that much of a sin. if only....
without him instructing you, your tongue finds it's way around his tip. delicately licking as if it were a tootsie pop.
nanami doesn't stop you. in fact, he places his hand on the back of your head, helping you take more of him into your mouth.
"you sure you've never done this before?" he's throwing his head back. your taking more and more of him into your mouth. you shake your head but don't let up. "you're doing amazing, baby."
nanami is a man who loves to give praise and in his case he means every word. "look at you," he's brushing back some of your hair. "doing so well for me."
fuck, if it wasn't for the extreme lack of sex with your mother nanami probably could've lasted so much longer. you bob your head up and down a few more times until it's too much — nanami's lifting your head off of him and grabbing a nearby handkerchief. of course he has one on standby.
you almost wish he would've let you taste his seed. you imagine he would taste sweet, like pineapples.
"maybe we should stop" he suggests. there goes that polite conscience again.
"i want it to be you," you declare, straddling his hips before he can change his mind. "please. i want my first time with you."
he relents, flipping you over in a swift move. "if you insist." he kisses down your neck, large hands sliding down your sides. "i should make sure you're ready for me"
"but i—"
"shh," his long fingers shush you. "god, you're soaked."
he takes his fingers, rubbing you through your panties, circling that sensitive nub. he gives it a loving kiss, then another and another. until he's sliding your panties out of the way—marveling at his stepdaughters beautiful pussy for the first time.
nanami, with most things, likes to take his time — savor the moment. but it wasn't easy with your cute little whimpers and your hands on the back of his head, pressing him down til he was nearly suffocating in your fluids (not that he minded).
his warm tongue lapped at your clit, prasing, worshipping it. over and over, he feasted on you until you were a shaking mess. he carefully added a finger, stretching you out slowly. the last thing he wanted was to hurt you when he finally sunk himself inside you.
god. nanami kento could eat pussy for days.
"i want you inside," you begged. "please"
anything for his little girl. but not before he made you come on his face. he licked and sucked and devoured you even faster now — adding a second finger inside you. it wasn't until you completely lost control, squirting on his face did he stop. he lapped up your sweet taste, savoring the flavor of you.
he (begrudingly) left his spot between your legs to flip you back on top of him. "up here, princess."
and you're straddling him again, wet slick dripping down his cock.
"princess, are you absoultely sure?" nanami's eyes are locked onto yours, searching for any sign of doubt. any reason he shouldn't fill his stepdaughter to the brim.
the kiss to his lips gives him his answer. it wasn't like any previous kiss you had before — those were cute, innocent. this kiss was filled with passion, as if you were his lover, everything a dad-daughter kiss shouldn't be; yet you both loved it more than anything else.
he taps your entrance with the head of his angry cock. once, twice, god, it was agony — the teasing. he envelops the tip, covering it with your slick, hoping it'll make it go in easier.
"this might hurt, but, you're in control here" nanami's voice is low, soft, and controlled, as he always is. "take your time." you nod as his large, warm hands hold on to your sides, and he helps lower you down onto him.
it was heaven and hell.
hell because it fucking hurt. your tears were uncontrollable, freely flowing down your cheeks. it truly broke nanami's heart seeing you in pain like that. "breathe, breathe," he whispered. he didn't move an inch, and fuck, did he want to. it took everything within him not to flip you prone and fuck you like an animal in heat.
yet
it was heaven because your way-too-tight walls were clenching down hard on nanami's cock, it was almost painful for him. but the feeling was euphoric. and it wasn't just the fact he was in someone, but the fact that it was you.
the first person to text him happy birthday every year. the sole reason he celebrates father's day, despite not having any bio children. the person who counts on him to always be there for you. the only woman he would ever want to be inside from now on. his stepdaughter — the love of his life.
your sinking, down, down, slowly onto his cock with his guidance. fuck kento for being so damn big. he was borderline monster size. and it didn't help that he had two prominent veins running down his shaft, two veins you could feel inside.
he's wiping your tears with one of his hands. "shhh... i know it's alot. breathe baby. ive got you".
your holding on to him, adjusting to his enmorous size, and then finally, you move. awkwardly at first — it is your first time, but he won't rush you. in fact, he's giving you nothing but praise.
"that's it princess... just like that." fuck, you're so tight. "you're doing so well for me."
you found a good rhythm, bouncing up and down, like it was the best feeling in the world; and to nanami, it was.
"yes, baby girl," his grunts are vocal now. "that's so good. keep going just like that." and you do. up and down, up and down, up and down. you want to cry again, but this time not from pain. all you feel now is undeniable happiness and pleasure.
you don't know how much longer you can keep this up :(
you want to stay like this forever, but your hips, your legs, they're quickly getting sore.
and of course, nanami notices.
"you're okay sweetheart, you're safe. let me take care of everything."
and just like that, kento nanami has you on your back and he's between your legs again — missionary— his favorite position. call him old fashioned, but he never gets tired of hovering above his lover, looking into their eyes while he's pleasuring them. and the fact that it's you, his perfect stepdaughter? he almost came again the moment he slid back into you. he's surprised he hasn't already.
"you're so tight darling. f-fuck" nanami's panting. "too tight for me, aren't you?"
all you can do is nod in between your moans. you feel so fucking full. nanami, —the man who is usually so calm and controlled— was going feral. he was bucking into your hips, as if his life depended on it. he didn't want to hurt you, but he couldn't hold back anymore. not in this perfect, perfect pussy of yours.
he leans down to kiss you again and it's filled with every emotion neither of you can say aloud. your moans are music to his ears. when your bucking your hips up to him to meet his thrusts, his heart melts <3
he won't last much longer. he's fucking you soo deep into the bed. between your moans and nanami's praise and grunts, all he can focus on is how deep he is inside of you. and how fucking badly he wants to cum. your moans are so loud that you're covering your mouth from embarrassment.
"let me hear you, sweetheart." he reassures you. "let it out". and you do. every sound, every moan, all the pleasure you feel is because of nanami and you're gladly letting him know.
"dad, dad, dad" is all you can make out, as your fingers tangle in his hair and his heavy balls slap against your clit.
kento nanami is a responsible man. ideally he should pull out, cum literally anywhere else. but you've brainwashed him. your pussy was fucking magical and he can't bring himself to pul out.
"i know it's wrong, i know...." he wants to curse his conscience. "but you feel too good."
"it's okay, dad..." you're eyes are open, looking into his. "you can do it inside."
if nanami wasn't going to hell, this was surely the icing on the cake. he plunged into you, deeper and deeper, rutting into your perfect cunt — his cock kissing your cervix. you wrap your legs around him, kissing him.
with a grunt of your name, he spills into you. filling your pussy with everything that is him.
"such a needy little thing, huh? locking your legs around me" he's kissing you over and over and over, from your forehead to your chin, all over your face. <3 "you just wanted to be filled, didn't you?"
"uh-huh," is all you can muster out, and you smile — a happy, genuine smile.
he pulls out of you, rolling over for a moment to catch his breath. he's twice your age, but he's still got decent stamina (something he'll happily prove in the future).
as if it were routine, nanami is sliding out of bed, only to return with a hot towel. he's cleaning you up like it's second nature, and for him, it is. only difference is he isn't cleaning mud off of you from you playing outside in the rain when you were little, he's gently cleaning his cum and rubbing you with his utmost care.
it's truly confusing how your mom could ever cheat on him. he provided, he loved, he cared, he cooked, he cleaned, he fucked, he was perfect. if not for her, then absolutely for you.
your fingers slide down between your folds, scooping up some his seed that he missed. you bring it to your lips, humming when the taste reaches your lips. you were right. he does taste like pineapples :)
"you make the filthiest things feel so pure," he chuckles, sliding into bed with you. "what am I going to do with you?"
oops this got really long >.< i lost the plot again. omg im a freak :((
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