victoria breaking down in tears after a rough shift and ending up at robby's door. it swirls uneasy in her stomach, makes her sick with herself, ashamed at her weakness. she keeps giving in, again and again.
everything logical in her brain screams at her to stay away, but fuck, she feels so small, so alone, and she doesn't wanna go home. to her house, she doesn't wanna go to her house, with her parents that don't know what to do with her, where no one just treats her gently. robby treats her gently. in a perverse way, in a way she shouldn't want. but his door is always open.
he sighs when he sees her, tilts his head, eyes big and brown and sympathetic. faux sympathetic. it embarrasses her that she can never truly tell. oh, I knoww, cmere, come to daddy, baby, he croons, it should be revolting, how stupidly aware he is of all of it, knowing exactly what he is to her, what he does to her, what she needs. fucking pervert. fucking asshole pervert.
she sinks into his arms anyways. it's warm and all-consuming, wrapped up in him, cedar and antiseptic. she sniffles into his shirt, rubs her cheek against the worn material. it's soft, probably older than her. the thought makes her a little dizzy. he's guiding her in, shutting the door. he's pulling her into his lap, nestling them on his nice couch. the most intimacy she's had in her life has been with him. pure want, decadent and rich. he wants her. he wants her.
she wants him to love her.
shh, shh, kiddo, you're alright, he's murmuring, into her hair, kissing gently. cradling her so sweetly, easing her into a soft headspace where this is all okay, and she isn't fucked in the head for wanting it. where this is hopelessly romantic. where she's not a dirty, awful little secret, but a prized doll for him to take such good care of.
when his hand rubs gently over her stomach, slides down, she doesn't protest. when it cups her cunt through the fabric of her scrubs— she didn't bother changing before coming over, didn't have anything to change into— she doesn't protest. when he pets her, slow and coaxing, palm against her clothed clit and fingers pressed where her hole is leaking slick, she doesn't protest. she can't blame him for taking it when she doesn't even protest.
and it feels good. icky and awful and so so good. warm and pulsing and addictive. her stomach swoops when she feels his dick start to harden underneath her, jutting up against the soft of her ass. she can't tell if it's nausea or want.
when he opens her up, two fingers pumping and curling in a soft, wet hole, it's bliss. when he's fucking inside, stretching her out to accomodate his dick, it's slow, it's gentle. when they have sex, it feels like making love.
and maybe it's not— no, she knows, she knows it's not. but what the fuck does it matter? pleasure alleviates the heavy fog of anxiety, leaves her loose in his lap, a plaything, a pretty, perfect doll. she feels out-of-body, listening to herself moan and whimper, soft 'da-addy, please—'s and 'm-mmhh, feels— aah, s'good—'s. he groans into her neck, fucks up a little harsher, barely leaving her drooling cunt. best of all, and maybe the reason she keeps coming back, a constant stream of filth and praise babbles from his mouth.
fuuck, there's my girl, my perfect little girl, takin daddy's cock so well— jesus christ, baby, best little pussy I've ever felt. y'know that? my favorite. my favorite girl. mmh, doing good, kiddo, juust like that... god, sweetie, daddy's gonna cum, okay? gonna cum with me? let's cum together, baby, soak my fuckin cock while I fill you with my love, fuck— good girl, my fuckin girl.
I feel like whenever I write dubcon or noncon it always ends up like. softer and sweeter than I meant it to be. on account of my loving and earnest nature
word count ⸝⸝ 3.1k
content warnings ⸝⸝ dubcon, afab reader, primal play, predator!weno, wolf!weno, biting, blood play, wound fucking, oral (fem receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, knotting, lots of cum.
It was a peaceful day in the forest, the birds were singing and the sun was bright and centered, sending you light and warmth.
You lived on the outskirts of the forest, closer to the village but far enough from humans and it was peaceful so far. Being a deer hybrid wasn’t easy, it wasn’t like the humans shunned you out but you chose to live here by yourself to keep your peace and safety.
You left your cozy little cottage to go berry picking for the cake you were planning to make with a friend of yours, promising them you’ll be back soon.
The birds chirped above your head as you walked deeper into the forest, followed the mental map of it that you had in your head, already memorized all the nooks and crannies of the place.
Your ears twitched when you heard the sound of a twig breaking, you looked around to find nothing but lush green trees drowsed in sunlight — assuming it was just a squirrel or a tiny animal moving around, you shrugged and kept going deeper into the forest.
You found the berry shrubs after a good walk, your lips curved to a satisfied grin as you bent down with your basket and started picking and placing them in it, humming a familiar song while doing so.
Unfortunately, you were too engrossed in the delicious fruit to hear the steps of a lurking shadow, too oblivious to the looming figure heading your direction.
“What are you doing, little doe?” A gravelly voice whispered against your ear making you gasp.
The warm breath against your sensitive skin makes your heart race. Unable to move, your body froze up, too scared to turn around and look at whoever is behind you fearing that one wrong movement and you’re gone.
“W-what… who are you?” You stammered.
“Didn’t they teach not to go into the woods alone, little doe? It’s too dangerous.”
A hand traced your waist, feeling the heavy weight of warm flesh and sharp claws against your clothed figure. Throat bobbing when you gulped, still frozen in place while your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest.
“I don’t know w-what you’re talking about..”
“There’s too many hungry monsters that lurk around here, little doe.” the sharp claws that hovered were digging into your skin, prickly and painful as little droplets of blood stain your clothes. “And they feed on sweet deer like you…” thighs trembling, you squeezed them together and tried to bite down the winces of pain.
“How about this, little doe…” the voice paused, his warm breath moved to tickle the skin of your neck — hairs standing from the motion.
“I’ll give you a big head start, you better run or else I'll catch you.” Emphasized the words with a tight squeeze on your waist and a chaste kiss on your nape, too fleeting you might’ve mistaken it for wind before you’re set free.
You didn’t need to be told twice.
You ran as fast as you could, trees and paths melted together as you kept running, the pain in your side pulsing but you had no time to dwell on it.
Time blurred, You didn’t know how long it’s been, you didn’t care — all you knew is that you had to run for your life, that staying still and awaiting your doom isn’t an option.
Finally, after running for what felt like years, you settled into a huge, hollow tree trunk. Panting and heaving as the adrenaline rushed through your veins, your body shook with fear and anticipation — surely, whoever that monster is won’t be able to find you here.
You rested for a while, catching your breath and calming your frantic heart. At this point, you didn’t know where you were in the woods, your attention was solely on spent on running away for your life so now you’re stuck in this trunk thinking of ways to get home safely without running into this beast.
Once you were calm enough, you looked up to see that the sun was already setting. ‘Has it really been that long?’ You wondered, the urge to get home before it got too dark outside rose, a heavy sigh escaped your lips — moved to push yourself up and out of this trunk.
While you were leaving, your body hit something solid, making you tumble backwards. A small ‘oof’ as you tried to steady yourself — come to find out that what you hit wasn’t something but someone.
He looked lethal, features sharp as the claws that adorned his hands, fluffy wolf ears and tail swishing around, his lips forming a smirk. “Found you.”
You bolted.
Your pure instinct put into gear, crashing through the bushes with enough force that twigs scratched at your thighs, you leaped over fallen logs and turned sharp corners around tree trunks to throw off the monster’s sense of direction.
You kept running ‘til your legs burned, and then you hid behind a boulder, crouching behind it to stay hidden out of his sight — a chance for you to catch your breath.
Your ears twitched as you tried to listen to the sound of him, laying a hand over your mouth to muffle your heaving breaths.
Leaves crinkled — footsteps, he was getting close. You didn’t have the luxury of choice to stay still again. You leapt and darted through the trees. Behind you, a snarl and a crash was heard as the beast started chasing you, forcing you pick up the pace. It felt like this is the fastest you’ve ever ran in your entire life, but still not fast enough.
Bushes and twigs caught at your aching body and acted as a barrier to your escape from the beast. You can hear the pounding footsteps of pursuit and it only fueled you to keep running, because it that was all you knew how to do — skin tingled from the pain, the rush of the chase.
You grabbed a sapling and used it to slingshot yourself to the right, feeling the faint brush of clawed fingertips down your back as you escaped from his fingers.
Another snarl, and the footsteps faded into the distance.
You turned to duck back beneath the tree roots, making it three steps in before a hand closed around your ankle.
You yelped and screamed, voice echoing through the trees but it fell on deaf ears besides the beast — whose nails were digging mercilessly into your skin. His grip strained around you when you tried to run.
Falling onto your knees from his firm hold, you tried to kick back towards him but he steadied you with his second hand effectively pressing you into the forest floor as the other leg was forced into submission. Stones and twigs dug into your flesh as you were dragged backwards — into the roots of the tree that has once served as a safe haven.
“Was that the fastest you could run, little doe?” The beast mockingly asked, a hand pressed into your back.
“I thought deer were supposed to be faster than this.” His tone condescending, heavy weight settling over your legs, “or perhaps, you wanted to be caught?”
“N-no, I didn’t.” You tried to squirm again, letting out a shout that was swiftly stifled by the wolf’s palm, he smelled of dirt, blood and sweat and it suffocated you like barbed wire digging into your soft skin.“Please … let me go.”
His teeth dug into the back of your neck.
Your body has gone rigid with searing pain, your legs twitching in place but they couldn’t budge with the wolf’s weight on them. You tried to squirm again, biting down on his fingers as an effort to fight back but the beast’s teeth pressed down harder causing you to feel something warm and wet slide over your skin — unsure if this was saliva, or your blood.
Your whimpers were muffled by the hand on your mouth, turning nearly silent from his grip. The scent and taste of the beast smothered you, his fingers were immovable, and anytime you got close to moving it, the nails dug deeper into your cheeks and the teeth on your neck sunk deeper into your welcoming flesh.
Warm liquid trickled down your neck, crimson flowed down your skin and his slender fingers.
You can feel the energy drain from your body, your constant struggling began to settle — barely mustering the energy for one final whimper escaped your lips before your body surrendered to him.
The beast hummed softly, his teeth loosened their grip on your neck while his tongue lapped at the bite with slow, languid laps. Your body shook with each lick, feeling his hot breath fan against your aching skin, his tongue caught a sensitive spot that made you squirm, he growled and bit down to keep you still, urging more blood to spill from your neck into his eager lips — your moans muffled against his palm.
Wet tongue trailed over your skin, he worked his blood stained lips over sensitive spots that had you seeing stars and he continued to bite and suck marks on your welcoming flesh, merciless in his form.
In a hazy fog, you began to lap at the fingers covering your mouth, licking the swollen bite where your teeth had been and when the beast slid these fingers over your tongue, your mouth engulfed them with a soft moan coating them with your saliva.
“There’s a good girl.” He purred into your ears, his voice sweet and thick like honey that dripped down your ears and muddled your brain.
He shifted and you can feel the hard weight of his crotch pressed against your back, making you suck on his fingers even harder.
“Awe, aren’t you an excited little doe?” he muttered, sending shivers down your spine, “you want it?”
“Aah—” Naturally, you moved your head to resemble a nod the best you can with his ironclad grip on your face, his fingers moved to force your mouth to part, jaw wide open as he stroked his digits on your tongue.
“That what you want, little doe?” His lips hovered against your ears, sharp canines bit down on the soft flesh as you moaned weakly, your legs twitching in want, “want me to breed you? Give you a litter of pups for you to carry.”
Your cunt throbbed at his words, slick slowly dripped down your thighs despite trying to put on a front — one that was falling apart at the seams. Betrayed by your body, moans pitched higher with pure, unfiltered need, still squirming around for friction to settle the throbbing between your legs.
The beast clenched his hand around your throat, efficiently turning you quiet and pliant. Your breathing became limited as your heart pounded and skin pulsated against the heavy fingertips wrapped around you — his grip released you once you turned limp in his hand.
“Stay still and take it like the pathetic girl I know you are.” He ordered and you had no other choice but to obey, whimpers and gasps for breath escaping your lips, too ruined to provide a proper reply.
The beast rose onto his knees and realistically this could’ve been your moment to slip away with no weight to hold you down, perhaps elbow him in the crotch and run back to the woods.
But the bites on your neck kept you anchored to him. If you go out into the wild, it means going to your certain death,the beast would immediately catch up to you and devour you from the outside in and the hand that rested on your throat left no doubts of where your place would be.
His free hand moved to pull on your hip, forcing you to be on your knees with your face down. Your slick runs down your legs — cunt throbbed at the loss of his weight on top of you which was soon replaced by his heavy cock against your thigh and you already imagined how swollen you’ll be from his size.
The hand on your throat moved, angled your head back submissively, a bitter remind that you were his caught prey. You felt his fingers coming up your throat, pinching at your skin and eliciting a whimper from your swollen lips.
His hand moved, trailed down your waist — followed by his lips peppering kisses down your back, the other hand moved slowly up the back of your thighs parting them for him while sharp claws dug into the welcoming flesh, blood trickling down your feverish skin. Your body trembled with anticipation despite your best efforts to stay still, breath coming faster and heavier.
“Eeek—” you yelped once you felt his hot tongue lick a stripe of your wet cunt, whimpering as your nails dug into the ground beneath you. His grip on you tensed, the claws nestled between your flesh slid down causing a large gaping wound to form, pulsing harshly.
The beast moved to lick at it, eating out the wound as warm blood dripped on his tongue —the harsh movement of his tongue sending flashes of pleasurable white hot pain through your body, leaving you a squirming, whimpering mess.
After he was satisfied, the beast shifted his attention back to your leaking cunt, starting with slow licks that turned into sloppily sucking at your clit and obscenely licking at your folds, thrusting his tongue into your eager pussy.
His tongue dove into your core, feeling the slick and his spit slide down your legs, the same spit the beast was forcing inside of you and it felt filthy, defiling your body but all you could do was moan into the forest floor and do your best in efforts to keep still despite your shaking figure.
“Aah—, please .. “
The beast slid a finger into your cunt alongside his tongue, heat rushing through you body and dowsing it with red hot blush as he kept fucking you with both his tongue and finger, eyes rolled back in the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.
“Hmm, ah! Please please please —” You begged, his groans muffled by your dripping folds.
You can feel his lips curl into a smirk against your dripping skin, purring and lapping harder as hot, white, carnality running through your veins from the sheer pleasure he was giving you.
Breathless whines and sobs fell off your lips like prayer. The beast nipped your lips, fangs grazing the puffy flesh teasingly.
“W-want your aah — want your cock, please please,” You were blabbering and squirming, his bite became painful — a slap to your thigh a second in silent warning that forced you to listen and turn still.
Suddenly, he stopped and you almost cried on the spot.
His large hands moved to rest by your head, slender fingers adorned by long and shiny claws that made you gulp in nervousness. You could feel the heat of his chest against your back, his teeth biting down your ear and you gasped.
“Be still, little doe” The beast said into your ears, “Gonna breed you so well, you better take it,” he lapped at a stripe of sensitive skin.
Before you could respond, his cock pressed languidly into your copping cunt. A soft thwack-thwack-thwack echoed into the space around you as he slapped his length against you.
It started slow, easy, but somehow grating. You felt every push at your insides as the wolf slid himself into you, raw and without any warning. His cock was long, feeling your stomach expand and bulge from his sheer size and you choked on a moan, the sound died in your throat and tried your best to hold still.
His moans slipped right into your ears, the sound alongside his pleasure making you feel dizzy.
His movement was unhurried.
The beast’s thrusts were ruthless however, his cock slowly slipped out of you only for him to bury it back brutally, the sound of skin slapping echoed through the forest.
“Ah, shit! You're taking me so well, little doe.”
Slowly, the beast started to lose himself in your tight heat — your body was welcoming him. He grunts as you clenched around him, gripping him tight like vice.
“You’re perfect, made for this, made for my cock.”
Your whines became louder, moans stuttering as thighs slapped against him — everything sounded so raw, felt so feral and the fact only made you sink deeper into the pleasure the beast was giving you.
His thrusts grew vicious, breathing sharper making your body ached with want, to beg him, to encourage him to breed you and fill you up with his cum but the words dying in your throat as he continued to plow into you mercilessly and you take it all.
“Just like that, little doe.”
When he finally came, he made sure you felt his release; the wetness of your mixed arousal, his seed and the pulse of his cock as it stuffed you full, his tip twitching inside of you.
Then, he stopped for a short while and breathed heavily against your bruised neck. You were turned into a slobbering, whining mess beneath him, aggravated by the lack of your own release.
“Don’t worry, little doe,” The beast rasped, “I’ll make you feel so good.”
His hips began moving again, his length slowly filled you up once again, the cum he’d stuffed you with dripped down your thighs and made your pussy slick.
“Oh, please aah—”
His thrusts became unmerciful — brutal and animalstic in their nature, and you were sure you’ve died and went to heaven from the overwhelming sensations you were feeling, eyes rolled back as you cried from his ministrations.
All it took him was a few more harsh thrusts before you came all over his cock, throwing your head back, making you see white — your release drenching you both.
You can feel his lips curled against your neck as your moans continued to spill alongside your release.
He didn’t stop however, a few more thrusts inside your slippery cunt and he was filling you up again with so much thick cum, your tummy bulging and you were sure it’s gonna stick from the sheer amount.
It soaked your thighs and you can feel his finger sliding down the soft skin before he collected all the leaking cum and stuffing it right back into your cunt.
You can barely catch your breath, legs giving out but he made sure to catch you, cock still nestled deep, locked into you by his growing knot. The beast hummed in satisfaction, pulling your body flush against his own, your surroundings forgotten as he took over all your senses.
The predator had caught you and he doesn’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.
more winter (yandere or not) content pls pls pls pls pls
need that old man so bad
I love Winter. I think he's got some complicated feelings about being obsessed with pc. I think those complicated feelings are denial so big that it could crush the air from his lungs
You're not sure how it got here, but you're not exactly complaining. Sitting on Winters lap in the midst of his home, he talks softly about history as you're offered more wine. He has such an interesting take on... well, something... you're sure it's something he's talking about as you nod slightly dazed as he coos and pets your hair gently.
You're so warm as you look over the room. Piled high with books and trinkets and paintings. You can't make sense of any of them, but you're sure Winter has explained them to you.
"Are you drunk, dear?" Winter's voice sounds so sweet you're aching for a taste of it. He holds you steady on his lap, his hands on your hips as you lean into him. Are you drunk?
"N-no..." You're not convincing your words are slurred, and your eyes won't focus. Winter's grip tightens as he smiles at you.
"I shouldn't have let you drink so much, now you're so helpless." he whispers, pushing your hair from your face as he cradles your cheek. It's warm... you trust Winter.
Long silvery hair, strong hands as he holds you, Winter even smells nice. You couldn't ask for anyone better to be drunk with.
Even at the museum demonstrations he always cares about how safe you are, and he offers you safe words and aftercare... really, you were always meant to be here. In his arms at the end of the day.
You lean forward, kissing him. Winter seems to hesitate, he can taste the wine on you... but... it can't be that bad, right? You're making the first move...
He pulls you closer, and soon, your hips grind against his. Eager and willing as you wrap your arms around him. He shouldn't be touching you at all. He's twice your age at best... but there's something so nice about being wanted back...
Winter presses his hand against your crotch rubbing you through your pants his movements are meant to placate you. Satisfy your drunken urges so he won't feel guilty in the morning and you won't be needy anymore.
You're panting against his ear, whimpering his name, rutting against his hand soon, you're fumbling trying to push your pants down, and Winter is nervous as he sees your soft body aroused and aching for him... and just him.
This is definitely wrong... to touch your student... assistant... orphan with no parental figures around to teach you right from wrong, for a while he thought he might be a mentor. Someone you could really trust, but he still had his twisted relationship with you. He invited you for wine after all... maybe he was hoping this would happen? And if that's the case. Why shouldn't he touch you if you're so willing?
He reaches forward, fondling your blushing body, gently stroking you over and over and pressing his hips to yours.
He won't go too far... just enough to satisfy you. Just enough to push you over the edge. Then he'll stop.
And you seem to be approaching it quickly as you hump desperately at his hand, your mouth pressed to his neck in some kind of clumsy kiss... it's so endearing to let your drunk instincts run wild.
Soon you shake and gasp cum splatters over Winter's lap. He can feel how warm it is... and to his surprise, he doesn't stop even though you have. He guides your hips to hump him again as you moan into his shoulder. He rubs the sensitive areas. Not minding that he's overstimulating you. He forces pleasure onto you, making you grind hard against him. Making your body tremble in his arms as he takes over for you.
Winter doesn't mind the sticky mess that coats his still clothed cock as he forces your limp body to hump him. It's for the best. You're drunk, after all. What kind of monster would stop before you were completely spent?
You pant and whine out his name even if you're too tired to move... you feel yourself cumming again, it's forced out of you. With just a bit of pain.
Winter doesn't stop, you gasp as he presses his fingers into your hole, weakly biting down on his shirt as he pulls you towards another climax. This one leaves you drooling eyes closed as you lean into him, your legs limp over his lap.
Winter coos softly before he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his hips as you're carried to his room. You don't even get a good look at it before you're tucked into bed. Your pants are still around your thighs...
i wonder what reader’s first time be with travis 🤔🤔🤔
tw dubcon — cause reader is drunk.
you’d called him to pick you up from a party… obviously drunk and not sure who else to call since you’d get into big trouble :(
stumbling over to his car — his gaze raking over your body with a small hum as he lets you in, "hey, babygirl." a small smirk on his lips as he watches you shamelessly..
"hi— uh, s’sorry f’callin’ you s’late but.. ya’ know.. dad would kill me!" you squeak as you climb in the car clumsily with a quiet sigh.
your cheeks flushed from the alcohol as you look over at him, returning the stares as your gaze rakes over his body.. resting on his bulge for a moment before back to his face as he starts up the car.
one of his hands reach over for your thighs, stroking gently. "it’s cool, ain’t a problem." his words confident as he continues to run his hands along your thigh.. pushing up the hem of your skirt slightly.
"you look good," you blurt out suddenly, chewing on your lower lip as you continue to stare at him. his gaze flicked to you for a short moment before back to the road as he chuckled quietly, "yeah?"
"nhm..yeah.." the alcohol having you be more bold than usual as you run a hand down his arm. the neither of you say anything as you touch him, his legs spreading slightly in silent invitation,
your hand hesitates for a moment before it moves down to palm against the tent in his pants, "fuck- baby," he groaned quietly, bucking his hips up slightly as he grabs the steering wheel a bit tighter before pulling over.
as soon as the car was parked — on the side of an empty road. you unbuckled your seatbelt without hesitation— climbing over to his lap as you lift your skirt up. "travis," his fingers dipping into your panties without hesitation..
your hands move to grab both sides of his face. pulling him in for a messy, clumsy kiss as your tongue forces into his mouth. whining against his rough lips as you feel his fingers teasing your clit..
"you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.." his words a deep groan against your lips as he lifts you up slightly — tearing your panties off as you yelp in slight embarrassment, "t—travis!"
he kissed you rougher than the others, more deep and hurried but less demanding than shane.. his lips wanting to savour each moment despite how quick he was.
the tension in the car escalating as he grinds you against the tent in his pants.. your slick leaving a small wetpatch on the tip as you paw at his chest,
"p—please, i ne — ed you." hiccuping slightly as you lean in once more, your tongue dragging along the tattoos on his neck as a pleased hum leaves him. "i know, i know," his tone teasing as he tilts the seat back.
the sound of a buckle fills your ears, humping him like a needy puppy as one of his hands pushes up your top quickly, tugging down your bra as his large hand cups your breast with an appreciative groan. "should’a done this way sooner."
once his belt was open he undid his pants just enough — shoving his boxers down and freeing his cock. your mouth watered slightly at the sight.. he was big — much like the others.. a bit bigger than wade’s and a small tattoo near the base that made you giggle slightly. he pressed his length against your skin, "see, m’gonna be right here… you can handle that, you’re a big girl."
you spit on one of your hands before you reach down, stroking his length as soft grunts leave him in approval. watching you work before pulling you in for another kiss - your other hand tugging on his chain as he grins against your lips,
"want you inside me.." you beg again — words slightly slurred, playing with his tip before he nods. his rough hands move to your hips and you lift yourself slightly in response.. lining him up with your entrance as you whimper slightly.
"gonna make you feel real good, beautiful. don’t tell youre dad." before sliding you down on his cock in one quick motion.
you own my mind pt. 2 (18+ only mdni)
part 1
pairings - stepbro!sukuna x stepsis!reader
warnings - pseudo incest. stepcest. dubcon. 69ing. squirting. spanking. light ass eating. threats of forced anal. watching hardcore porn. use of big brother/little sister. manipulation.
word count - 4.8k
Sukuna has surprisingly left you alone for a few days. By the time you wake up in the morning he’s already out the door and gone to practice. During the rare times he joined the family for dinner he minded his own business and was even polite, as much as he was capable of, towards your mother.
It made you feel as if you were losing your mind. Was the animosity one sided? Was he truly being antagonistic towards you this whole time or was it something you projected onto him?
Now you’re having dinner with everyone and Sukuna walks in late. He’s limping and has crutches under his arm. Your instinct is to help him but you catch yourself, nothing good will come from engaging with him.
“Oh sweetheart, what happened?” Your mother asks, concerned.
“Twisted my ankle, might be a torn ligament. The coach fuckin’ benched me for two weeks.” Sukuna huffed as he slumped in the chair next to you, taking the plate your mother hands him with a nod. “I might be out longer if it doesn’t get better.”
Jin’s face lights up, eager to share his news with everyone. “That works out perfectly, doesn’t it honey?” He looks over to your mom who nods back with enthusiasm. “We need someone to watch the house while we're gone for a week.”
“Darling,” your mom faces your confused expression, “Jin and I have been putting off our honeymoon for a little while now and we realized that our schedules will finally align next week. So we’re finally making it to Bali!” Her excitement reaches your ears but you only take in the fact that your safeguards will be thousands of miles away.
Jin takes over just as your face falls, worried about how many responsibilities you’re going to have stacked on your already full plate with them gone. “Yuji is going to stay with the Fushiguro’s for the week and Choso said he is going to take this opportunity to visit Yuki since she moved out of the city.”
Everything suddenly got worse. Yuji and Choso being a constant presence in the home was always a buffer, not as much as your mother was, but still a way to keep Sukuna in line. With them gone you didn’t even want to imagine how his behavior was going to escalate.
“Don’t worry, honey! Jin and I will fill the fridge with plenty of food before we go, and you can always just order food while we're gone, we’ll leave you some money. And now with Sukuna injured, we really do need someone capable of taking care of the home.”
Sukuna says nothing and keeps his face unmoving but the way his eyes glance over you tells you that he’s reveling in the news. There was no getting out of this and once again the idea of ruining your mom’s fairy tale weighed heavily on your mind.
“Besides,” your mom continues on, “Sukuna tells me that you both have started to get along! I’m so glad that you’ve been trying to make our little family work.” Her voice is so cheerful it almost sounds foreign. You can’t burst her bubble now, not yet at least.
“Sure thing, mom.” You nod and try to occupy your mind with something else.
You politely sit and listen to the way your mother gushes about the resort they are going to be staying at and how she can’t wait to pack. Sukuna nudges your leg with his to get your attention. You’re met with a raised brow and a nod towards the hallway of your bedrooms. A sneer graces your features and you gather your plate, appetite ruined.
“I’m not feeling very well. I’m gonna shower and head to bed early.” You say before receiving a nod from your mother. She offers you a kiss on the cheek and asks you to help her pick out a vacation wardrobe tomorrow when you feel better.
As the warm shower water cascades down your back you can’t stop your mind from reeling. Flashes of Sukuna pinning you down and ravishing you while the house is empty won’t leave your mind no matter how much you try to shift your focus.
More than anything else, you hate how you feel yourself getting so worked up over the thought of what he had planned for you. You had to remind yourself that he backed off since that night he climbed in your bed; maybe he got it out of his system, maybe he found someone else to bother.
A strange feeling curled in your stomach at the thought, an ugly feeling of jealousy and possession. That made you feel worse than anything Sukuna himself had done.
You shut the water off and wrap a towel around yourself, upset that the time alone did little to soothe your frazzled mind. As you reach the door to your room you aren’t prepared to be met with Sukuna rummaging through your drawers.
You can still hear Yuji and Choso speaking with your parents on the other side of the house. You quickly close the door behind you so you can speak clearly without someone else listening in.
“What the hell are you doing in here? Get out!”
“I need my nurse to help me again.” Sukuna says while pulling out a pair of lacy underwear from the neat pile inside your dresser. “Oh, you’re definitely wearing this for me when mom and dad are gone.”
“You’re sick.” You spit, disgust marring your features as he pockets a different pair. “And she’s not your mom, don’t call her that.”
“Lock that door,” he nods his head towards it. “I’ve had a shit day and you’re going to make it better for me.”
“I’d rather die.”
“Is that so?” He challenges. “Then go tell your mom what you think of me, right now. Tell her that you hate me, that you think I’m a demon that’s ruining your life. We’ll see how fast that little honeymoon is canceled."
You stand still, teeth biting down on your inner cheek to keep your emotions in check.
“And don’t forget how disappointed in you she’s gonna be. You have no idea how many times she’s told me she’s ‘so proud of us for getting along’ over breakfast. Yuji too. He’d be heartbroken to learn that this family isn’t going to work out. Choso doesn’t say it but you’re probably his only friend outside of Yuji and Yuki.” Sukuna shrugs like what he said means nothing. “Ya’ know, your choice.”
You couldn’t control the wobble in your voice, not even from fear or frustration. His mere presence brought out a side of you that felt meek and helpless, and it made you all the angrier at him.
“I need to get dressed first.” You’re still dripping water onto your floor as the towel wrapped around you soaks up as much as it can handle.
Sukuna simply shakes his head and leans back against the headboard of your bed. With a grunt he stretches out his injured leg and pats the small empty space he left for you on the mattress.
“Leave the towel and get your ass over here.”
His face grows bored the longer you spend deciding what to do. The idea of him growing tired of you is the catalyst for you locking the door and hanging your towel to dry over the knob. You hate that you care about what he thinks and does, but there’s no time to think about that now when you catch the way his throat bobs up and down with a swallow as you approach him fully exposed.
“I didn’t really get a chance to see how pretty my sister’s pussy was last time.”
He grabs your phone off the nightstand and wraps an arm around your shoulder as you sit next to him. An attempt to make space between you both is proven to be useless as he scooches you closer to him, his body heat warming your damp, chilled skin.
Sukuna places your phone directly in front of you, unlocking it automatically as it scans your face. You try to grab the device from him but a sharp swat on your backside stops your fussing. “I already told you, we’re gonna swap videos and we’re doing it now. You wanna go first, or should I?”
“I do not wanna see what depraved shit you’ve been getting off to.” You reply.
“Well… I was gonna come in here and fuck you until the whole house hears you screaming my name but I can’t really chase after you when I’m like this.” He gestures to his elevated ankle. “So watching my depraved shit is what you’re gonna have to do, baby sister. What will it be? You or me first?”
You mull it over in your mind, the last thing you wanted was for him to go through your search history. You never had to hide it before moving in with the Itadori’s, so God only knows what you have bookmarked or saved.
“Ugh, you go first.”
“Oh princess, I didn’t know you were so eager to find out my kinks.” Sukuna’s smile was deadly as he gloated.
“You’re beyond delusional.” You retort, watching anxiously as he casts your phone aside and pulls his own out.
“I’ve been planning this for days, sis. I think you’re gonna like this one a lot.” Sukuna smiles as he rotates the phone horizontally.
You’re unable to move much as his arm holds you even tighter against his side while the video starts. You all but jump as the first noise you hear from the speaker is a woman crying out in pain. Said woman is bent over a leather bench, her round ass in the air and already glowing red under the dim lights.
A man walks around her and fists her hair into a makeshift ponytail. As the camera pans to the front of her bent form, you watch as her mouth opens and tears streak down her face. The man’s cock is shoved down her throat and the muffled sounds of her wet gagging echo out.
A gloved hand smacks her ass cheek and you can’t help the way your heart beats loudly at the visuals of her mouth being used. You’re so entranced by the way the man spanks her once again that you don’t notice Sukuna handing your phone to you until the heavy object lands on your abdomen.
“Your turn.” Sukuna looks more than satisfied by the expression on your face, the slight glaze over your eyes. “Unless you want to finish the video?”
“No!” You say a bit too quickly. “I’ll find something.”
“And no bullshitting me either.” Sukuna warns. “I’ve seen some of your searches, show me something good.”
You open your browser app and much to your misfortune you still have a tab open on your private setting.
“Fuck, were you watching this last night or somethin’?” Sukuna teases but genuine curiosity peaks through his words.
“I’m gonna find another one just give me a minute-” The phone was pulled from your grasp followed by Sukuna starting the video you left open.
The video was already halfway viewed and the scene that was resumed had you mortified. The female actor was being held up in the shower as her significantly taller male costar pounded into her from behind. Her legs dangled as she hovered, solely being supported by his bulky arms wrapped around her midsection and the hands she planted against the shower tiles.
“Okay you saw it.” You wanted to claw your eyes out, maybe his too. “Just show me another one of your perverted ones.”
You wanted to move on quickly. Not because the video was particularly shameful, really it was just a size difference kink being shown, but because you didn’t want him seeing the true reason you clicked the video to begin with. It disgusted you to think about but your brain with its late night urges has never had the best judgement.
Sukuna looked a bit uninterested in the video until the actors shifted to the other side of the shower where the camera panned out to show more than just a closeup of the actress. His garnet eyes widening before a toothy grin broke out on his face.
You feel sick as you see the male actor’s body, knowing that Sukuna was taking in the very detail that made you pause your scrolling and watch it last night.
Not only was the actor’s body sculpted and built intimidatingly large but the tattoo’s he sported, though not exactly the same, had a resemblance to Sukuna’s tattoo’s. Twin black bands across his thigh and bicep. The other tattoos on his body were of their own style but it was undeniable that a few more were also similar to the man laying next to you.
“No fucking way.” Sukuna looked at you incredulously.
“That’s not why I watched it.” Your rebuttal was useless, his ego was already inflated.
“Yes it fucking is. This is perfect; you’re perfect.” He said with such arrogance you wanted to punch him. “You’re gonna love this next one.”
“I would love it if you left my room.”
“So that’s why you wanted to change the video so badly?" Sukuna laughed at your misery, reveling in your discomfort.
You cursed him under your breath and waited as he pulled the next one up on his phone.
Your face fell flat as soon as the thumbnail and description popped up on the small screen. “SLUTTY STEPSIS BEGS FOR DEEP CREAMPIE”
“You don’t actually watch this shit, do you?” You ask while the most obvious and cheesy porn lines are spoken between both actors.
“I didn’t before, but I’ve been inspired lately. I prefer them more bound and gagged, a bit like you do, baby sister, but the plot of this one is pretty good.”
You say nothing as you note that the actress shares the same coloring as your own hair and eyes, trying not to dwell on that. Likely just a coincidence that she also has a similar build to your own.
Her legs are pinned back as her “step bro” fucks her in long deep strokes. “Fuck! Bro you’re gonna get me pregnant!” she moans out as the thrusting speeds up. You are far too aware of your own body right now; how fast you're breathing in, how your cheeks warm up, how your body thrums at the, admittedly poor quality, clip.
You’re finding it harder and harder to focus, eyes slipping down past the phone in Sukuna’s large hand only to catch an eyeful of the heavy bulge poking out between his legs. It takes every ounce of control to not groan at the idea of grinding yourself on his thick cock again.
“If you’d rather just have me fuck you, you can say it, you know?”
He definitely caught you staring. But between the heat radiating off of him and the moaning coming from the speakers, you couldn’t be bothered to fight him on the allegation.
“Fuck off.”
“Give me your phone.” He says.
You hand it over without a fight, unlocked and all. Maybe your walls were worn down by his persistence or maybe you were just exhausted from being teased by the videos he had been playing. You didn’t want to think about another option that could be at play; the idea that you are enjoying his twisted attention.
He’s scrolling through your tabs and bookmarks until he lands on one that piques his interests.
The video opens up with its all too familiar intro for the porn studio, and like a pavlovian dog, your clit throbs in anticipation from the sound alone. The scene starts with the actress tied face down to a bed, ass arched high in the air, wearing nothing but a pair of stiletto heels and ropes on her arms.
She’s gagged and looks worried as the male actor enters the scene. He has a leather riding crop in hand and circles her once before striking it across her ass. Her attempts to move her torso away from the strike only earns her another swat, this time across thighs.
The actor has a wand vibrator in hand and holds it against her slit, teasing her sex while alternating between spanking her with a wide palm and whipping her with the crop. She pleads with him, begging through the ball gag for permission to cum as the vibrations get more intense.
“I knew we were alike.” He says presumptuously. “Touch yourself for me.” When you hesitate and don’t move fast enough he adds, “do it or I’ll fuck you and record it. I’ll send it to your mom.”
His threats felt like a gun to the head, so you follow his orders.
Sukuna feels you shifting and takes that as his cue to adjust himself as well. He removes his arm from around you to pull his loose pants down. Your eyes flicker between the screen and the way he begins to slowly fist his cock.
The woman in the video is moaning and drooling as she’s getting fucked, the vibrator tortuously being held against her swollen cunt. The double visuals in front of you make you dizzy with need.
You carefully move your hand down your exposed body and circle your clit. You wanted to get a hold of yourself, to stop your hands from moving and your body from reacting, but you couldn’t be helped now.
Sukuna has seen the porn you watch, and for fuck's sake you remind yourself, you came on his cock already; you can’t get much lower than that.
The man in the video begins inserting a toy inside her other hole as he rams his length inside of her, stuffing her full as she continues to cry out in an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.
“Sit on my face.” Sukuna whines out, completely drowning in his own lust.
You’re hardly able to be pulled out of your trance, eyes too focused on the way the actress squirts after a particularly harsh thrust. “Huh?”
“Come on! Get your ass up here or I’ll fuck your throat and leave instead.”
Without a second thought you climb over him while he slides down flat on your mattress. Two warm hands pull you down onto his mouth as the phone and video playing are tossed aside and forgotten about.
Everything about him is big; his body, his cock, even his tongue. The warm muscle slides through your wet slit, covering every inch of you as it moves back and forth. You grind yourself down on him as his tongue sinks inside your pussy, thinking to yourself that if he suffocates to death down there that it is a solution, not a problem.
It doesn’t take much to make your body feel like a live wire is running through you. After half an hour of tension and teasing while watching other people fuck on camera, you are so worked up that just the warmth of his tongue has you panting and moaning.
“I hate you. I hate you.” You chant while chasing your end. He was too talented with his mouth, knowing just when to let up and when to increase the pressure on your clit.
You tense and grip his messy pink hair with one hand, the other one brought to your mouth to bite back your moans. But the high doesn’t last, you’re pulled from the edge of a climax by him lifting you off of his face.
“If you wanna cum, you gotta suck me off, got it?”
Too fucked out of your mind, too close to care you, nod quickly.
“Fine! Just shut up and let me cum-” You squeak out as he positions you to face away from him while still arching over his body.
His hand lands on your ass, the stinging blow causing you to buck away from his touch. A sequence of smacks follow you as you attempt to escape his hand.
You never hated how large he was more than in this moment. Arms that could wrap around you with ease, hands that gripped your hair without him straining to even sit up. You were held in place as he reddened your right cheek with hand prints.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like this.” Sukuna taunts as he tugs your hair a little tighter for emphasis. “I could hold you down and fuck this ass raw and you’d still cum for me.”
You knew that placidity he showed all week was just masking the evil shit he wanted to do to you. You also knew that every word he spoke had some truth behind it.
“Get your mouth to work, I’ve got something I wanna test out.” Sukuna says before he wraps his lips around your clit and suctions against the aching bud.
You lick his leaking tip with the flat of your tongue, tracing the weeping slit while fisting his shaft. It’s an awkward balancing act as you try to stay arched with only one hand on the bed. It takes you a moment to get used to stretching your jaw around his girth but the feeling of his lips and tongue alternating their movement on your bud ease you into it.
Sukuna switches between using his hands to whack the supple flesh of your thighs and to shove two thick digits deep inside your cunt. You’re leaking down his face and each pump of those rough fingers have you moaning around the cock in your mouth.
“Such a good girl for her big brother.” He delights in the way you’re unable to hide how your walls clench at his words, sucking his fingers even deeper inside of you without meaning to. “I could do anything I want to you and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
You panic as one long thick finger leaves your pussy to circle the tight rim adjacent to it, teasing the entrance with how slick the digit is from your essence.
“Don’t touch me there. Stop!” You gasp for air as you turn your head back, trying to meet his eyes, pleading.
All you’re met with is a scowl and deeply blown out pupils, high off lust and power.
“If you pull your mouth off my cock one more time I will fuck this ass dry.”
As your mouth returns to his length, his digits thrust back inside your pussy. The threat of him ravaging you still weighs heavy on your mind. There was no such thing as an empty threat with Sukuna.
The occasional swipe of his tongue upwards had you mewling. A long wet trail of his wet muscle from your clit to your ass makes your legs shake unexpectedly. Thankfully that’s all it remains, an occasional nod, a reminder of his promise.
The action has you strung tight once again, each swirl of tongue and brush of his lips pulling you closer to the edge. You can’t hold back your moans any longer, suddenly thankful for the cock that is prodding your throat for muffling the sounds. As you reach your peak you feel your body release more and more slick.
Your hands clench on Sukuna’s thighs as you cum on his hand and in his mouth. You try to shift off of him when your crescendo ebbs but his mouth remains in place. You’re simultaneously afraid to stop sucking him off but you can’t handle the feeling of your throbbing clit being stimulated any longer.
You double your efforts with your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip and fist rotating around the shaft with each bob of your head. Sukuna’s body goes rigid as he tries to fight off his own release and it becomes a challenge of who can finish first.
Despite focusing on anything but your own body, you feel heat creeping through you once again. Pushing aside the urge to gag and cough, you take him as deep down your throat as you can manage, your moans vibrating the sensitive tip that slides past your uvula.
Sukuna grunts and presses his tongue harder against your clit, a mess of spit and cum sliding around as he works his mouth to exhaustion.
You can’t be sure, mind too foggy to think clearly, but you think it’s you who cums first, rocking your hips as if they weren’t seconds away from collapsing under the stress of holding yourself up for so long. Sukuna finishes down your throat, milky streams that seem to never end, before you pull yourself free and finally catch your breath.
“No more. I can’t-” you try to swat Sukuna away as his fingers replace his mouth on your throbbing slit.
“Of course you can. Your pussy speaks to me ‘ya know,” his fingers furiously slide back and forth over your overly sensitive clit, “and right now she’s saying I can get her to squirt in about two more orgasms.”
“I’ve never-, I don’t think I can.” You are feeling weak down to the bone, left with hardly enough strength to wipe the drool and cum that runs down your chin. “Please don’t.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” Sukuna offers. “You just need to cum one more time for me. If I’m right and I can get you to squirt, then we get to do this every night until mom and dad leave for their honeymoon; If you can’t do it, then I’ll leave you alone… until mom and dad go on their honeymoon.”
“I can’t.” You groan with desperation, tears welling in your eyes as your body twitches at the constant contact of his hand. “I can’t.”
Sukuna rolls you over onto your back and spreads your legs. He spends a moment taking in the sight of your messy folds, swollen and glistening. You feel him as he lines his already semi-hard cock up with your asshole while folding your knees to your chest. “I’ll just fuck you then.”
“No! I’ll do it! I’ll let you do it! Please don’t-” You beg.
“I don’t know, this seems like more fun. I can’t get enough of that look on your face right now.”
You feel a nudge against your tight rim and get desperate. He’s too thick, too large to fit even if you were prepped and stretched. The idea of him taking you right now with only the minimal slick that dripped down made you scared, like a caged rabbit dangled in front of a starved wolf.
“Please, big brother. I want you to make me squirt, make me cum. I’ll take anything, please, just don’t fuck me there.” You cry desperately, willing to say anything that will pull him back.
Sukuna lights up as you call him that. “You want your big brother to make you cum? Want me to take care of you?”
You nod, too ashamed and disgusted by the words you’ve already spoken to say anything more. You’re confident that nothing will happen, you’ve even tried it on yourself before. Squirting is just a function you did not possess.
Your fingers grip the bed sheets as he works both hands on you. One hand is curling three digits upwards inside your pussy while the other hand rolls your clit back and forth. It’s taking no time at all for the sensations to build higher and higher.
Lolling your head side to side, you moan as his movements become faster. He taunts you as the pressure in your abdomen increases. You are just lucid enough to hear him brag that you’re going to lose and that he will enjoy every second of your time together once he wins.
Juices make an audible splashing noise as you feel your legs shake, your whole body shivering and convulsing. A warmth, growing larger and larger like a bubble, settles over your body. You can’t breathe, everything is too tense, too tight.
With wide eyes you feel it. Warm liquid spraying down your legs that has you gasping for air. Sukuna groans as your body releases itself in a new way. So over-stimulated that you can’t even sense when he removes his hands from inside of you. All you can feel is the aches in your hips and the heavy throbbing of your body.
“I told you. Your pussy speaks to me, and she’s a lot more truthful than you are, little sister.”
“I hope you rot in hell.” You are barely able to speak but your spite wins against exhaustion.
“Once my leg is healed, I’m gonna be fucking you in every position imaginable. Shit, I might even invent a new one just for you.” Sukuna takes one of your clean shirts and wipes his hands off on the front of it. “Drink plenty of water tomorrow, I’m expecting another fountain.”
