content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, f!reader, icky domesticity, pet names, fauxcest -> use of dad / daddy / kid, mention of spanking.
jack kind of uses your dad kink against you sometimes.
like when you refuse to get up and give him a proper kiss in the morning before he leaves. it’s not your fault that it’s 5:45 and you’re not used to him leaving so early. fuck robby to hell and back for needing to switch shifts. you’re just way too cozy and sleepy to open your eyes all the way. he has to resort to more effective tactics to make you stir, like tickling the sole of your foot that’s peeking out from under the covers. right through your cutesy sock that most definitely doesn’t match the other one you’re wearing.
“c’mon, baby cakes. dad wants to see your pretty face— you can go right back to sleep once i’m gone.”
the annoyed whine that falls from your lips is music to his ears.
you finally move, pushing yourself up before turning on your side to look at jack. one hand comes up and shoves your sleep mask onto your forehead as your face scrunches and your heavy eyes blink open. there she is, jack thinks to himself. his spoiled princess.
he huffs out a laugh and leans over you, face inches away from yours as he speaks to you softly, “here i am— trying to give my girl a chance to say goodbye and get a big mornin’ kiss, but she’s too busy being a sleepy brat. you’re breaking dad’s heart, kid.”
“‘m not being a brat, daddy…” you mumble in return. your features relax, now you’re looking up at him with big eyes and lifting a hand to rub his face as he moves closer, feeling his stubble in that way you like to. one of the small things you do to remind yourself he’s all yours.
“beg to differ.” he whispers against your pouty lips.
then he places a smooch right on them. then another… and another. all sweet and warm and enough to make you sigh. you can smell his shower gel on his skin and the comforting scent makes you dazed with something other than slumber. he trails a hand down your arm, reaching for your fluffy duvet to tuck you back in all snug. he ignores the small sound you make when he pats your ass through the material.
“for the love of god, be good today.” he mumbles, “i don’t wanna bend you over my lap when i get back like last time.”
summary ﹏ you have been bratty all fucking day long, whining about being hungry, your feet hurting even though ben told you to change shoes, asking him to carry you. when you both get back to the house, he makes sure to teach you a lesson or two.
cw ﹏ ( +18 ) mdni / no plot smut. afab!reader. reader & ben have bushes!!!! fauxcest (ben calling himself & making reader call him dad). petnames (kid & doll). brat / brat-tamer dynamic. dirty-talking. praise / degrading. mocking. orgasm denial & control. humiliation. unprotected piv. she / her pronouns for reader's genitalia. slight hair pulling. messy fluids focus (saliva, wetness, cum). oral fixation. rough sex. squirting. creampie / internal ejaculation. overstimulation. light impact play (spanking). drug use (weed / ben smoking). lack of aftercare.
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“See? That’s what happens when you’re now fucking listening to your dad.” A whine escapes from your mouth at the words coming from Ben.
You want to tell him how icky and disgusting he is for calling himself that when he has his fat cock buried all the way inside of your sloppy, throbbing cunt. You want to tell him how much of a pervert he is, how he should shut up and keep fucking you—but that wouldn’t work at all, and so, you just shut up.
You had been bratty all day long, Ben’s words, obviously. You had asked for things when out shopping, had pleaded with him to buy you food, whined when your feet hurt just after one hour of walking even though he had told you to put on some more comfortable shoes. But no, you had to go and do what you wanted, pissing him off with whines and, “When can we get home?”, “I want to sit down now!” or “Beeeen, carry me, please!”
And Soldier Boy just had to show you how annoying you had been as soon as you both got home. He had dragged you to the couch, not even taking the time to get to the bedroom you both shared. Your clothes had been torn off, your favorite panties thrown away in the room before Ben had spit a fat glob of saliva on your cunt, making it glisten even more. He had been cruel—rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb, smearing both wetness and saliva into the hair of your pussy.
It had never bothered him; how you preferred to keep your bush on (not that he had a say in it), on the contrary, it excited him if anything else.
He liked to burn of hair against his pelvis, the feeling of you wet and messy with juice and come mixing together. That’s why he now had you sit on his muscled legs, thighs on each side of his hips as he just watched you whine and try to rub yourself on him.
“Little fuckin’ pussy, all wet and tight around my cock. Y’think I should give her attention, doll?” He asked, his hazel eyes lifting up to the expression of your face like he wanted to see and hear you beg. Your thighs were shaking, two orgasms denied already and juice leaking from your entrance to drip down to the fat of your ass and into the crack just to stop at his balls. Ben’s hands were strong and firm as they kept holding your hips so you wouldn’t move and give yourself pleasure. One of your hands curled through his hair, tugging on the strands as if to push him closer, trying to kiss him. He clicked his tongue on his palate, shaking his head.
“What do you think you’re doing, kid? Want dad to make you feel good again? After you have been so bratty all day long?” He said, and your eyebrows furrowed at his words. “Ben—Don’t call yourself that, it’s so disgusting.” The words leaving your mouth only made him smirk because he truly could care less, and he knew the title made your right hole clench anyway. Like your body couldn’t deny the fact that it liked it. It liked Ben being disgusting and icky. “Your pussy loves it, doll.”
Your back arched as if to melt your body against his own, hips trying to rub and jiggle just to feel his throbbing cock deeper inside your hole.
He indulged you, strong hands shifting your hips just to lean his head toward your glistening pussy, spitting another fat glob of saliva right against your sensitive clit. The drool dripped to the hair resting at your puffy folds and around, adding wetness for you to rub your bundle of nerves against his own bush. “Ah! Yes, please, Ben…” He chuckled at the words, shaking his head. “It’s dad to you.” You whined, closing your eyes before rolling your hips once more. “Dad—Please…”
Ben then hummed, his fingers burying themselves in the fat of your hips just to help you rub down. Your gummy walls clenched around the girth of his fat cock, you swear to feel the veins running all the way to the length throb inside you, pre-cum mixing with your essence.
Your bush created a friction against his skin as you rolled your hips to find pleasure. All Ben did was watch you whine like you wanted his help, but his head only rolled against the leather of the couch. What an asshole, you thought to yourself; letting you do all the work like he couldn’t just grab you and fuck you.
You ignored him, well, did your best to. It was hard when your clit rubbed against the patch of hair above his cock, harder when you felt warmth coursing through your lower belly again and gasped, thighs burning and shaking from the effort. Only then did Ben speak up. “Want to cum? Want to cum around dad’s cock like some sort of icky girl?” He asked, voice loud enough for you to hear it and have your dripping hole clench around him.
His hands tightened their grip on the fat of your hips and you nodded. “Yes, I—I want to come, now… Please!” Sweat rolled down from your neck to the dimples at your lower back, your muscles contracted as you felt the orgasm trying to course through you. You only fastened the grinding of your hips then, mentally begging Ben to let you come finally. But a loud curse escaped you when he suddenly grabbed your thighs, stopping you from moving anymore, denying your orgasm for the third time now. “Ben, no! Please, fuck!” You whined loudly, upper body folding toward his chest as he shushed you quietly.
“Now, doll, that’s not how you ask for what you want. I fuckin’ taught you about being polite, didn’t I? Your fuckin’ generation and saying please, swear to God.” he groaned as he watched you, your eyes becoming all teary from being denied once more. Your walls clenched around his fat cock, you swore to feel his pre-cum ooze out of his tip to mix with your juices at the feeling of your sloppy pussy gripping him tight.
Both your hands moved to his shoulders to stabilize yourself as he groped the fat of your ass, suddenly. His strong hands spread your asscheeks apart, his cock sliding deeper inside your hole.
You could feel his mushroom head kiss gently the skin of your cervix, bringing both pain and pleasure through your body. Ben’s hazel eyes lowered to the state of your pussy; glistening bush pressed against his own pubic hair, messy, puffy and wet folds gripping his cock to keep him inside you like you didn’t want him anywhere else. “Lean back. Let me see that mess of a cunt.” He groaned, hands shifting your hips to angle them forward just so he could see himself inside your cunt, how your hole was stretching around his girth, the wetness creating threads to connect your bodies. Saliva and juice pooled at your clit, making the view more perverted.
Ben groaned at the view, licking his lips before looking back up at you. “All that for dad’s cock, fuckin’ icky girl. Look at your pretty pussy and that pretty bush. S’fucking making me throb. Want me to fuck you full, don’t you?” You immediately nodded at him, but remembered all too well how he had treated impoliteness before. “Yes, please… I want you to fuck me, dad.”
He groaned at the words leaving your mouth before nodding and his hands moved to your thighs to pull you back correctly on his cock, making you feel him all the way inside. A gasp left your mouth, making him smirk and he only replied by thrusting his hips up to slot against yours. “Ah! Mh, fuck, please…” You whined at him, not caring about how embarrassing you must look at that moment, truly needing him to fuck you.
Ben didn’t stop at that, his hips immediately taking a fast pace as they thrusted up against yours. His cock rubbed and hit the spongy spots inside your sloppy cunt, creating squelching noises that echoed inside the empty room. Your juice smeared around, wetting your bush and his own, creating a friction that almost burned. His groans and grunts hit your ears, making your walls clench, and his pace faltered for a second.
“Fuck, keep clenching that pussy ‘round dad’s cock, yeah? Show me how much you love when I fuck you.” He spoke, but you could only nod your head in answer.
Your hands moved, grabbing at his shoulders and down to his biceps as if it could help you stay up. His mushroom head kept hitting the spot at the entrance of your hole, making you moan out each time. Your body was begging for a release, the muscles of your thighs were burning and aching for a new position but Ben kept going, nuzzling his fat cock inside your cunt. His ballsack kept hitting the skin of your ass, creating slapping noises that sounded so perverted. You could feel your wetness running all the way down to his base, making your skin sticky against his own.
Ben’s head rolled against the leather of the couch once more before he moved it just so his eyes could lower to your hairy pussy; watching his fat cock disappear inside your hole. A creamy white ring of come had been created at the base of his cock, smeared into his pubic hair and yours.
He didn’t say anything, too busy focusing on fucking you, his hands moving to your hips and his digits tightened their grip on the fat there. He kept pulling you back down onto his cock each time he thrusted up, not letting you do any work, using you like his personal fleshlight. Your body bounced, his balls sticking to your ass, his pubic hair brushing against your very sensitive clit as you started to roll your hips to add pleasure. One of his hands lifted up to the back of your head just to tug on your hair, making you wince in pain.
Your eyes looked up at his face just to see him already watching you; his lips parted and eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck—Let me see that pretty face when I make you come, doll. Need to see how much y’like it.” He said, and your own lips parted just for your tongue to stick out, for saliva to drip from the tip of your tongue in a fat glob, hitting the skin at the valley of your breasts.
Ben groaned at the view, nodding his head. “You disgusting girl, what d’you want? You want dad’s cock? His finger?” A nod of your head was enough for Ben to let go of your hair, just to shove his finger inside your mouth.
His digit pushed against your wet tongue and you immediately closed your lips around his thumb. His other hand kept helping you down on his cock as his strong hips thrusted up, cock rubbing at your sweet spot. “That’s it, good girl, taking dad’s cock and finger so well. You were made for that, aren’t you?” He spoke as you sucked on his thumb eagerly, moaning his name as he slotted his cock inside you, making your pussy gush and leak down his shaft. One of your hands moved to hold his wrist so he wouldn’t put his digit away, your tongue rolling around the warm skin. The view of you like that made Ben fasten his thrusts, making you bounce harder.
You cried out around his thumb, tears forming at the corner of your eyes, drool dripping down your chin as you sucked on his thumb. Ben hissed as he watched tears slowly roll down your cheeks, his strong hand shifting your hips and angling them toward his body. The new position made his fat mushroom tip hit directly onto your g-spot, making you gasp loud. Your free hand moved to hold onto his shoulder like you had done before, and you tried to push his hand away from your face, but he clicked his tongue on his palate. “Keep suckin’ on that, kiddo. Let me see how you’d like to have my cock in your mouth next.”
You had no other choice but keep his digit inside your mouth as he thrusted back to slot his cock deep inside your dripping pussy. Louder squelching noises echoed around the room, your wet pussy clenching around his cock as he kept rutting his hips up. Ben groaned, eyes lowering to the clearer creamy white ring at the base of his shaft that your pussy had created, both of your bushes glistening with come and wetness.
Suddenly, Ben pulled his thumb out of your mouth and you were able to moan his name back, crying for release as big tears rolled down your cheeks to mix with saliva. You were a mess; muscles aching even more than before, sweat covering your face, breathing labored from the efforts.
Your walls clenched tightly around Ben’s cock when he pressed his wet and warm thumb against your slick clit. Your body squirmed at the feeling, an overstimulating sensation coursing through you; you gasped. “Mhpfhhpf, Ben! Ah, too much!” Ben only started to rub and circle your bundle of nerves after your reaction. “Too much? I thought you wanted to come? Want me to stop?” He groaned, mocking you through his actions and tone. You shook your head, lips parted wide and head becoming dizzy. “No, I—I want to come!” You replied to him, rolling your hips to feel both his cock and digit.
“Then be a good fuckin’ girl and take it, I know you can. Y’can be good for me, yeah? For dad?” He asked, making you cry out as his tip rubbed against your g-spot once more. He started to thrust up toward this spot specifically, making you gasp non-stop, and more tears rolled down your cheeks; you felt his fat cock throb inside your cunt at the view he had of you.
“Yes, yes, yes! I can be good!” You replied with a shaky voice, both hands lifting to the back of his head, fingers running through his strands and tugging on them. The tug was so sharp that Ben hissed and his thumb rubbed harder against your slick clit, his cock slotting itself deep inside your dripping pussy, kissing all the nooks and crannies of your gummy walls.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his hazel eyes lifted up to your face. “About to come, aren’t ya’?”, he asked before looking down at the mess you were creating on his cock.
“Fuck, if only you could see your little cunt squeezing me up. Bet she wants me to stay all the way inside.” He grunted, words perverted and disgusting as they hit your ears, but only made you clench harder. A warmth started to spread around your belly, your muscles burning as you felt your orgasm showing the tip of its nose. “Ben—Dad! Going to come, please!” You said, rectifying yourself before he denied your orgasm again.
His hand on your hip tightened, his thumb on your clit rubbed faster as your walls clenched once again. “That’s my fuckin’ girl. So polite, aren’t you, baby? Go on, come on dad’s cock, make a mess for me.” He hissed and it sufficed you. Your lips parted wider, pupils blown out as you looked at him. He never stopped the stimulation of your clit as you came down his cock; the orgasm was strong and violent. Your whole body squirmed and twitched, and you tried to push yourself away from him. “God, god! Too much, please!” You cried, but Ben only groaned, his hips thrusting up harder for his cock to hit your g-spot. Your upper body folded against his chest as you drooled.
Your brain was empty of thoughts as he kept fucking you, pace relentless, overstimulating you. The muscles of your thighs contracted, your pussy clenched hard. “Fuck, that’s it, sweet little cunt… M’going to fill her up, yeah?” You were unable to reply, saliva dampening the fabric of his suit that he hadn’t bothered taking off. His bulbous tip rubbed against your clenched gummy walls, hitting your sweet spot on purpose. Ben was completely overstimulating you now, his thumb never stopping the circles around your clit, keeping pleasure course through your body.
You felt another type of warmth course through your body as Ben cursed, his eyes focused on your cunt—and suddenly, you were squirting all over his cock. He didn’t even seem surprised as he kept thrusting up, juices flowing out of you to drench his hairy cock, balls, hips and the leather of the couch. Loud squelching noises were created his cock thrusting in and out of your sloppy, dripping pussy. The essence coated your thighs, your bush and made it glisten, as Ben finally stilled inside your hole. “Here is it, baby, dad’s cum. All warm and ready for you.” He groaned at you.
His hips stopped moving, cock slotted all the way inside you as his thick, warm cum filled you up. His balls tightened, the muscles of his thighs clenching and you gasped; your body convulsing slightly as you felt his semen against your slick gummy walls, dripping back down to the base of Ben’s cock just to pool there after kissing your cervix.
Neither of you moved afterward, just breathing loudly before you watched the made-up soldier extend one arm to the side, grabbing a blunt from the side table, putting it between his lips. You’re about to move off of his lap but he looks up at you, shaking his head while lighting up the joint.
“Stay here. Your pussy’s warm, I like it. Want to watch my cum make a mess in your bush.” He just says, and you cough when he exhales the smoke toward your face, smirking. You can smell the weed from it, making you scrunch your nose.
“That felt good, uh? Bet ya’ liked calling me dad while I fucked you.” His words bring shame and embarrassment to you, but your sensitive walls clench around his cock without you realizing, feeling his semen slowly drip out of your hole. Ben hum then, smoking lazily on his blunt, looking at you with half-lidded eyes and a sweat-covered face. “You made a fuckin’ mess.”
You can only roll your eyes at his words, making his strong hand slap on the skin of your ass, the fat bouncing from his action. A gasp leaves your mouth at the sharp sting his hand leaves on your skin. “Hey, that’s so mean!” You voice at him but Ben only exhales more marijuana smoke toward you, making you cough.
“Don’t be fucking impolite, doll, or I’ll fold you in two on this couch and fuck your cunt until you beg me to stop.”
thinking about bunny!reader who is warming up to jackie and is riding him for the first time! however she is still a little nervy around him!!! but he feels so good😵💫 so ofc the only appropriate response is to piss herself while riding him!! all her big feelings spilling out <3
YES YES YES BRING ME THERE BRING ME THERE. oh my gosh bby ur brain is so yum. i hope u guys aren’t getting bored of piss tho bc all my requests have been piss based and i’ve been struggling to come up with ideas but yum!!!!!! and oh my goodness i was in the middle of another fic which is also piss but w robby yay! but this would come next chronically and it’s just too good to pass up!!!
poor little bunny sticks close to robby for the first week or so. it’s not her fault she imprinted on him! and he’s just so warm and big and she just loves to rut against his dick. and who is he to deny a pussy job, especially from a bunny who has the wettest cunt hes ever seen.
and yeah, he knows his dick is big. which is why he brings it up to jack that jack should be the first to fuck you.
“brother, what the fuck? are you telling me that my dick is small? because that’s not what you were saying before we got bunny.”
“jack, please. you know that it’d be better if you had bunny first. plus, maybe it could be a point of bonding for the two of you.”
“mike, you want our bonding to be me fucking her? jesus christ, brother. fine. what the fuck anyways”
so now jack has to figure out a way to get closer to you. this begins at bed time. in someways you’re like a cat. you can sleep whenever which works out in robby and jacks favor because they both like to spend time with you. the only thing you need is a nice little orgasm and you’re fast asleep!
jack usually doesn’t do much more than let you grind upon his leg. he worries for you after all! he doesn’t want to frighten you. but after some encouragement from robby, he’s decided to be more engaged.
after robby drops you off at the pitt and jack takes you home, he can tell how sleepy you are. ‘wanna nap now bunny huh? you’re just so sleepy baby, i know’ he sympathizes.
now while you might be a sleepy bunny, you’re not a dumb one. you know that when you’re with jack you’re usually rutting against his thigh and your little feet are thumping against the ground. so this time you prepare yourself to do just that. which is why you’re so suprised when he sits you around on his lap, his thighs hooked behind yours and spread you out.
‘something different and more fun this time, bunny girl’ and you just love fun things! so you nod eagerly along with him. he runs his fingers along your clit and watches as your little nose twitches. your little hands scratch at his forearms when he teases and he tuts and rubs quicker circles.
when you finally cum against his fingers your ears are twitching and your toes are thumping against the floor. you’ve curled into him in a way you’ve never done before and when you murmur ‘more more more please daddy’ he knows he’s got to fuck you.
but, you’re a considerate little bunny! and you know that your daddy was on his feet the whole day, so when he takes you into the bedroom and lays you down, you hop back up and push him down. ‘oh we’re a brave bunny now aren’t we?’ he teases. you don’t take it as such and nod enthusiastically. ‘alright then big girl, come hop on daddy’s cock’
you do just as your daddy says! and line up your wet cunt with his red cock. and usually you’re a little more talkative, but god his cock is so big and it stretches you out so nicely. so you just whimper and whine and thump your feet against the comforter.
and you’ve never felt like this before! never seen anything like your daddy’s head thrown back. never heard anything like the groans and moans that fall from his mouth when you settle fully down onto his cock and he is suffocated by your tight cunt. never felt anything like his rough hands bruising into your thighs!
and you don’t know what to do with this feeling! so when you whimper out a ‘daddy daddy please it’s not the same!’ you just don’t know what to do with yourself! and in your haze of pleasure, you cum more violently than he’s ever seen anyone. your head is thrown back and your eyes are rolling around in your poor little head. your thighs are quivering and your whole body wracks with sobs.
after your orgasm is finished, you think that you’re completely wrung dry. it’s not your fault that you piss all over your daddy’s belly and cock! you just have so many big feeling and you’re just a little baby bunny!
and it’s not his fault when he comes. the hot liquid just adds an level of pleasure and your ashamed little bunny face and twitching nose makes his orgasm imminent. you sit for a minute letting his cum fill you up and feeling his cock soften within your cunt.
the two of you lay there until he worries about eh possibility of you getting a uti in your little bunny pussy and he makes you shower. when you’re all clean and fast asleep, he texts robby at work.
brother, i think we’ve really bonded.
he also attached a picture of your abused cunt which is took after you passed out. robby steps into the bathroom to palm himself. only ten more hours then his shift is over
Warning! This is between Consenting adults! This post includes Fauxcest, no one is actually related.
Reverse cowgirl with Dad as he talks and drinks with Uncle casually. Getting spanked every time I slow down or him meanly fucking up into me. Uncle strokes his cock as he watches and waits for his turn with his niece. Dad pushing me off and sending me over with shaky legs to uncle. Uncle cooing at me softly but sinking me down completely on his cock. Gasping and shaking because I can never get used to them. Getting passed between them throughout the night until they are both a little too tipsy.
They are done stroking their cocks as the other uses me. Uncle is laying me on the couch and fucking me. Pushing my knees back to my chest while Dad is kneeling by my face and pushing his cock down my throat. I have to lay there and take it. Uncle moaning loudly as he cums in my hole. Slowly pulling out as he does and painting my tummy too. While dad makes me swallow all of his cum. Both older men panting and looking at me proudly.
I'm tired and messy as I lay there exposed. Uncle bringing his big hand back to my cunt and tapping it a couple times making me jolt. Praising me telling me I did such a good job while dad says I should be used to it by now.
tw: fauxcest, dubcon, mean jack, pussy spanking, connotations for anal, papa/daddy kink, implied big hefty age gap !
thinking about aged up, much older jack, with barely any traces of reds and browns left in his hair and stubble ♡. . . he's telling you you're gross for calling him 'papa'. . . you answering back, "well, you're gross for flirting back with someone young enough to be your granddaughter!" you accused, jutting your chin up.
"the fucking mouth on you." jack roughly manhandled you, positioning you easily over his lap. you squeaked in surprise. you bit back a giggle, imagining the countless of possibilities of what's he going to do to you next. bad idea.
jack clicked his tongue disapprovingly at your attire. "is this what young girls are wearing nowadays? why do you even bother wearing anything at all?" he didn't even need to flip your micro skirt up to see your ass. didn't need to push the gusset of your sheer so-called string of an underwear away to see you already dripping all over the couch. you basically presented yourself to him.
"little fucking thing." jack observed quietly mostly to himself when he started rubbing his thumb along the lacy covered slit. "juicy pussy. . . she's drooling, baby. does that mean she's happy to see me?" he said it in a sickly sweet tone you wanted to smack him because you're so embarrassed. "i should keep you here to myself, hm? wouldn't want anyone knowing my granddaughter is a gross disgusting girl."
god, he's so nasty. "papa, you're being so cruel to me." your whimpers turned into loud groans of pain when jack started to spank your pussy in quick successions. "oh yeah? and whose fault is that? you're being a bad girl right now so i'm treating you how bad girls should be treated. you're going to cum just like this. . . if i'm feeling merciful i might give you my finger up. . . here." probing at your rim. ♡
💭 i don't think this needed to be said but my readers in all of my writings are legal adults with fully developed frontal lobes !
i was inspired by the recent shawnyhats appearance like omg. i'm diving in the snow grandada
uhhh the pitt fauxcest. call that pittcest HEAVY FAUXCEST. you’ve been warned. @loves-alibi (you inspired me heavyyy)
having a girls day with aunt!dana and she’s got you on her lap saying she’s gonna teach you how to make yourself cum. after you complained to her about how all the boys your age can’t do it right. but apparently either can you! explaining that you’ve never been able to make yourself come without your vibrator.
her explaining that this is an easy fix, putting her fingers between your thighs while she hums about how pretty your cunt is. gently walking you through what she’s doing to you. then when you come, thighs shaking atop hers she pulls back and smiles.
“now let me see you do it baby, you were listenin’ right? or do I have to show you again.”
uncle!robby letting you ride his thigh while he kisses you, his large hands gripping your ass as he drags your cunt over the rough denim of his jeans. panties off, causing your slick to dampen his legs.
your moans muffled against his lips, the course hair on his cheeks scratching over your face with each kiss he gives you. tongue sliding over yours while he greedily drinks down your whimpers. before pulling back and looking down at the mess you’re leaving on him.
“you young things get wet so easy huh? or is it just you?”
dad!jack laying you down while he stuffs you full of his fingers. cooing at the way you push down on him. cunt eagerly taking his thick digits in. stretching open so perfectly to accommodate him. he almost laughs at the display. pulling out to admire the webs of slick clinging to his skin all made by you.
before shoving them right back in smiling at how you squeal body trying to run from the pleasure while simultaneously opening up more for it. for him.
“what a desperate little girl you are..god you’re so cute.”
sitting atop older brother!dennis’s face while he holds you down by your thighs. tongue licking up into you unashamedly, drinking down all the slick you produce. lips latching onto your clit and sucking as hard as he can. just so you can make that one noise he always loves.
his hips bucking up searching for friction as you grind down on him unintentionally. fingers gripping his curls just right. muttering apologies for being heavy.
“sh-shit..it’s okay. you’re not heavy at all sis..m’strong you know. and—and you taste really good..” he pants.
໒꒰ྀིっ ᵌ 𓏲ּ𝄢 𝒲HINY ’ND FRUSTRATED ❛ fem reader gets a little jealous about a nurse who keeps calling jack. jack shows her there’s nothing to be jealous about..
nsfw. p with some plot barely. fingering. dry humping. use of dad. age gappie. size difference implied. filthy mouthed !jack. jack is a tiny bit mean towards the other woman. taboo elements. last bit of this inspired by this post. bit of boomer jack, sorry not sorry. pet name.
“she’s.. she’s calling again..” you fought the urge to roll your eyes, open his phone, and delete the contact. that new nurse. who sought out jack and thought him to be the best person to shadow and take advice from. and ask out for drinks and a.. chat. about work, she claims.
you expected it. your boyfriend is attractive. and women his age would of course want to ask him out. give him their best flirty eyes and brag about what they can do for him. you knew it would happen. you’re not mad at jack. not mad at the women, just.. annoyed.
jack turned off the kitchen sink faucet and turned his head to look at you over his shoulder. he shook off his wet, sudsy hands from dish washing, steeling them against the edge of the counter. “say that again sweetheart, the water was running.”
your eyes unintentionally wandered everywhere but to jack. “just your nurse friend, she called just now..”
jack took a second to stare at the ceiling, thinking up all of the nurses he works with. who could be calling at this time? you two just finished dinner and jack was about to open your routine sweet treat. he doesn’t necessarily understand it, but you typically want it after dinner, so jack always brought something home for you. he narrowed an eye, turning back to you. “which one? is it urgent?”
you bit back a smile, not letting him make you forget the situation. “i don’t know, jack. i still can’t tell the urgency level of someone’s phone call without picking up first.” but he’s so convinced that’s a feature the phone has. like there’s a button option to press how urgent the matter is when you call someone.
“oh, okay.. they probably didn’t press the button. did you see who it was?” he passed the towel back and forth between his hands, patting them dry, then approached your cross-legged form on the sofa.
“the same one that’s been calling.. and asking you out for drinks. the one you told me about?”
because, yes, jack brought it up to you first. he was simply rendered puzzled when you told him you were surprised he mentioned it even though he didn’t take her up on the offer.
of course i would tell you.. a woman wants to spend time with me that isn’t my own. you should be aware of this, no matter what my response is. it’s your right to know..
even when the situation calls for you to be upset with your boyfriend, you had no reason to be. he does everything right. you have a man, not a boy. one, who at that, retains a maturity level you’ve never met in another before. you found a good one and you knew it.
jack nodded, coming to sit down beside you and pull your petulant form closer, close enough to place half of your body on top of his leg. his phone was still in your hand since you picked it up upon noticing the incoming phone call, so you wordlessly handed it over to him. but he made no attempt to take it and look for himself.
instead, he grabbed it without looking and set it off to the side. “what’s wrong?” he stretched his arm behind your head, bicep flexing comfortably while his other hand rubbed up and down your spread open thigh. all the while, he has no clue what the simple movements are doing to you. how quickly he made you forget why you’re annoyed. only made you focus on the dull throb forming in your mound and the small flicker of arousal in your belly.
“i’m.. i’m fine. she just.. she’s been calling a lot. i see it when you leave your phone while showering.. and i don’t.. i don’t snoop or anything. i don’t pry. i just.. wonder why she keeps it up. if you’re.. i don’t know,” you shook your head, flubbering your words and tossing your hands out, “i know you told me you’ve been rejecting her..”
jack nodded, taking in every word. the hand resting behind your head came up to rub the back of your neck as he shifted lower, bringing you higher up on his leg. letting his hand caress just on the side of where your underwear ended underneath your leggings. not so subtly close to your area.
“then what’s got you like this?” he murmured, eyes never leaving the side of your face. watching for your reaction. because he knows. he just wants you to say it. wants you to communicate your feelings with him. because communication turns this older guy on like nothing else. knowing you feel secure, knowing he’s made you feel safe. hearing you put your trust into him. being able to reassure you.. you could feel him growing hard underneath you.
you shrugged, attempting to close your legs when he barely gently pulled it back towards him. there was no escaping this position. or this conversation while you sat in it..
your face scrunched in a pout, biting at the plush on your lip. “you can go with her.. you can hang out with other women you know.. don’t feel.. trapped by me.” the words tasted like bile coming out of your throat.
he tsked, tilting his head a tick. “that’s not it.. because you know it’s my desire to be trapped by you. to accidentally knock you up.. make up an excuse as to why i can’t put a rubber on then act surprised when you take a test and show me those two little pink lines. you know i’d let you take and take from me until you’re carrying my youngin’. so that’s not the reason, try again.”
the switch of his demeanor from sweet, caring whispers to low, grumbly filth will never fail to throw you for a whirlwind. he does it so seamlessly. so effortlessly..
you knew the act was up. he’d already caught on before you noticed. there was no sugar coating or beating around the bush with this one.
you snuggled a little closer to him, still hiding your face. still a little.. ashamed of how you felt. “i can just see why she assumed it was okay to ask. you’re both in the same profession.. decade.. she just sees herself fit for you, and i understand why, that’s all..”
jack tilted his head in a nod, “mhm.. good job, that’s what i wanted.. ’m so glad you told me..” he let his hand come up to press flat against your cunt. one small rub, then a pat. like a reward..
“now could you tell me why you would think i’d be interested or even look at anyone that isn’t you?” his hand breached the seam of your bottoms, slipping inside and finding purchase outside of your panties.
you quivered on a whimper, slightly lifting yourself to sit up. “i don’t really.. it’s just sometimes i get in my head about our.. age difference, and how appealing you are on the eyes. is that what you want from me? compliments?” you attempted to sound rightfully annoyed but your jab just came out whiny and frustrated.
jack angled your body with the hand that remained in your pants, sitting you on top of his thigh. rocking you. you immediately gave into it, chasing after his hand that never left the dampening material. you turned your head to face his chest, his hand that rested on your neck, now pushing you into him. he rested his chin against your forehead, staring down at where you two were connected. watching the bulge of his hand in your pants move in tiny circles as he rubbed against you. watched you hump his leg, all needy and wanting, body betraying your forced words.
“no.. i don’t care about that. my pretty girl found me deserving of her time all on her own. that’s all i need. not the silly opinion of anyone else.. certainly not some coworker of mine who is damn near breaching sexual harassment codes with her insistence. i keep my phone unlocked for a reason, sweetheart. you could have blocked her if you wanted.. if she asked at work, i would have told her it was an accident. i’m too old to understand how the phone works, remember?” he murmured against your temple, placing a sweet peck as he slid the front of your underwear aside and prodded against you with his finger. pressed the tiniest of circles into you.
“mm..” you caught on a mewl, grinding onto his finger, ducking closer into his chest. “no, i wouldn’t.. ’s not necessary, i just.. didn’t like seeing her name come up. the reminder..”
jack swayed you both gently side to side, peering down to look as he pulled your bottoms away from your skin so he could capture how glistening your pussy was. how aroused you were getting from his simple touches. but you still didn’t sound sure.. and jack needed to hear that.
he buried his hand back in, the two materials hiding it once again. pulling taught against his intruding limb. pulling your lips up.. to the side, bunching, and swirling, pulling all sorts of sounds from you. he spread his own legs upon hearing them. slightly jerking up against your leg. slowly lifting his pelvis.. up.. down.. following your own movements.
“reminder of what? how fitting she would be for me? how age appropriate? you really think that’s what i want? some used up, floppy cunt that can’t even squeeze me like you do? a clueless bag that couldn’t catch a hint if it hit her in the face? you think i want anything but this tight, little body? this perfect, untouched pussy? my sweet, sweet girl who needs me to reach the top shelf for her? because she’s tiny enough to fit in my pocket and be my little pocket pussy? who has to teach me how to turn the flashing light on my phone when it rings because i can barely hear it? because i’m this perverted, old man who gets hard when his little girl gets all whiny and jealous? sweetheart, you’re not that naive..”
you squealed out, hand shooting out to try and stop jack’s. because you already felt so close.. he was just rubbing. fingers pushing your lips together and running up and down the sides. finger tapping right against your slit. two fingers swiping back and forth.. drawing you closer. psychically. you were nearly sitting on his knee trying to catch up to a hand that wasn’t even drawing away. humping on a thigh that swayed beneath you.
“i ca..! i can’t jack.. i think i need to..” you bit down hard on your lip, pausing your movement with your mouth agape, tiny high pitched whine escaping.
“oh sweetheart.. i would love to feel your tiny squirts on my hand. love for you to make a mess on me.. but i need to know you understand.. how gone i am for you. there’s no one else. no one can get me as turned on as you. make me want to fuck as hard as a i fuck you.. no one but you. with your blurry eyes and quivering cunt.. i just want to pull my little pocket pussy out in public and show everyone i’m the one making this pretty pussy feel so good. showing her what a real fuck is like.. how a real, loyal man treats his girl..”
you fisted your hand on top of his, rubbing yourself against him. letting out little dry sobs against his chest. rubbing your face into him, all open mouthed and blubbery. “i know.. i understand. you’re my.. my..” your eyes pinched closed, a tiny twitch erupting throughout you, coming out as a little squeal.
“it’s okay sweetheart.. you can say it, i know you can.. you can either say it or i’ll dial her number and leave us on speaker while i keep you on the edge of cumming. which one do you want, hm?”
“ng.. ah!” you rolled your face into his shirt..squeezing your legs around his unrelenting hand. “you’re my dad.. and you treat me so well..”
jack let out a low rumble, closing his eyes, getting lost in slipping around your pussy. hearing you say the words and feeling you need him. “there you go.. that’s my girl. daddy’s doing good? making his girl feel good? that’s all i need and you can let go, sweetheart. give me your little cunt juice..”
“yeah..! i feel good, i feel so good!” your lips curved into the greediest, excited smile. and jack saw it. then you were both a smiling, filthy duo.
— ⋮ Your stepfather, Sukuna, takes your virginity after he finds out you've been waiting for him.
part 1 — based on this request
5.8k ⋮ — [ 18+ ] warnings : stepcest, fauxcest, age gap, virginity loss, filming during sex (#oncam!!), creampie of course, domestic sukuna... he's like nice... and fatherly..., squirting :3
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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.
