clutching your teddy bear while stepdaddy!toji fucks you nasty
wc ; ~700 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
You were on your stomach, face buried deep into your fluffy pink teddy bear, clutching tight onto it.
Toji’s massive body hovered over you, knees planted on each side of your bent over body on the bed as he shoved your thighs apart wider. His thick cock was already halfway inside your soaked pussy, stretching you open in that brutal, familiar way.
“Fuck… still so tight every time,” he growled low, voice rough and lazy. He pushed in deeper with one slow, heavy thrust until his hips were flush against your ass, balls pressed against your clit.
You let out a broken whimper into the teddy bear, biting down hard on its soft ear.
Toji chuckled darkly, one hand gripping your waist while the other reached up to push your head harder into the pillow.
“Shhh. Bite your little bear if you gotta, but keep that noise down. Wouldn’t want your mom waking up to see her precious daughter getting fucked stupid by her stepdad, would we?”
He pulled back almost all the way, letting you feel every inch drag out of your dripping cunt, before slamming back in so hard your body jolted forward. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.
You squeaked into the teddy, tears already wetting its fur. Toji leaned down, his scarred lip brushing your ear as he started pounding you with deep, nasty strokes.
“Yeah… that’s it. Hug your fuckin’ teddy tighter while I ruin this pussy.”
Every thrust was mean and deliberate just like his words. His thick cock bullied your walls, hitting that spot that made your toes curl and your brain melt. Your juices were dripping down your thighs, making a mess on the sheets.
“Look at you,” he grunted, voice dripping with mockery, “clutching that stuffed animal like a good girl while your stepdad splits you open. Pathetic… and so fucking wet for me.”
He reached under you and rubbed rough circles on your swollen clit, making your legs shake violently.
You moaned louder into the bear, hips twitching back against him even as you tried to run from the overwhelming pleasure. Toji laughed low, speeding up, fucking you harder, the bed creaking under his power.
“Gonna cum already? Go ahead, baby. Cream on daddy’s cock while you cry into your teddy. Just don’t scream… or I’ll have to stuff that pretty mouth next.” He threatened.
His pace turned rapid, hips snapping against your ass with wet, filthy sounds as he chased his own high, grunting against your neck.
You were a trembling, drooling mess — face smashed into the soaked teddy bear, pussy clenching tight around Toji’s cock as he fucked you through it, nasty and unrelenting.
He came with a loud groan, buried in you to the hilt. He pulled his glistening cock out of your creampied and slapped the heavy, messy tip of his cock against your sensitive pussy. Once, twice, three times, the wet — smack smack smack — sounds echoing obscenely in the quiet room.
“Fuck… look at that,” he rasped, voice low and satisfied. “Such a greedy little cunt. Couldn’t even keep all of daddy’s cum inside.”
He dragged his cum-covered tip up and down your slit, smearing the mess all over your swollen folds and clit, occasionally giving your pussy another firm slap that made you whimper out.
“Aw, don’t cry into your little bear now,” he mocked, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. “You took it so well… even when I was balls deep breeding you.”
He gave your ass a rough squeeze, then slid two thick fingers down to push some of his leaking cum back inside your puffy pussy.
“Keep it in there like a good girl. I’ll be back in the morning to fuck it right back in. Understand?”
You nodded weakly into the teddy bear, too fucked out to speak, as he pats your head.
Toji smirked, finally pulling away. He gave your ass one last hard slap before standing up, his cum still dripping down your thighs as he tucked his messy cock back into his sweats.
You shouldn’t fall asleep around a man who treats temptation like permission.
Synopsis : Your mom marries rich. Now you're stuck living in a mansion with the most insufferable man you've ever met. A spoiled, arrogant asshole who looks at you like you're something he scraped off his shoe. The feeling is mutual. Until....
Content warning : explicit content • stepcest • step sibling • somnophilia • non-con/dubcon • power imbalance • heavy tit play • groping • humping • cum play • degradation • arrogant prick gojo • filthy smut • strong language • 18+ • mdni.
A/n : hey loves, I've clearly tagged this fic. so please don't cry in my comments about it being exactly what it says on the tin. enjoy!!
You weren’t supposed to end up here.
Not in some massive house with chandeliers that look like they could pay your college tuition. But your mom somehow managed to marry a man with more money than most people knew what to do with. You don’t know how she pulled it off, and honestly, you don’t want to.
Now you live here, stuck between pretending to belong and trying not to breathe too loud in case the marble floors echo judgment.
It’s fine. You can handle pretending.
What you can’t handle is Gojo Satoru.
The youngest son of that man. The one who didn’t even show up to his father’s wedding because he had "better things to do.”
He’s tall, smug, stupidly attractive, and knows it. Walks like he owns the air in the room. Looks at you like you’re something that got delivered to the wrong address. Every interaction with him is an insult wrapped in silk.
“Didn’t know charity cases came with plus ones,” he’d said once when you and mom arrived with luggage that looked embarrassing next to his brand-name everything.
Or the morning you tried to make coffee in the kitchen and he walked in, hair a mess, yawning like he hadn’t slept in years. You froze for half a second—because, yeah, he’s a dick, but he’s also that good-looking. And he caught it. Of course, he did.
“You can look, sweetheart. I get it.” he’d said, lips twitching. “Not your fault, though—most people do.”
The sheer audacity of that sentence made your eye twitch. You told him to choke.
He laughed and actually said, “Sounds like you're the one who's eager for it.”
Since then, you avoid him as much as possible. You eat at different times, use the other staircase, and pretend he doesn’t exist when he walks by in sweatpants and zero shame.
It’s a delicate system. You stay out of each other’s way, and the house stays quiet.
Until tonight.
The others went out—your mom and her husband doing whatever rich people do when they say “business dinner.” The staff had gone home hours ago. House was dead silent, except for the hum of the AC and the faint noise of the TV upstairs.
You were sprawled on the couch, watching some random show, too lazy to go to your room. The glow from the screen flickered over the glass railing, throwing light on the expensive decor you still weren’t used to.
You weren’t thinking about him. You never try to think about him. He just shows up in your head like a song you hate but know every word to.
The guy’s too pretty for his own good. Snowy silk hair, those ridiculous blue eyes, the kind of confidence that makes you want to throw a punch. Still, you’ve caught yourself looking far more times than you’ll admit, but you always end up annoyed after. All that beauty wasted on a prick like him. Some people win the genetic lottery and still manage to act like jerks.
What a fuckin' shame.
The soft glow of the TV blurred at the edges as your eyes grew heavier and heavier. Couch was warm, the blanket softer than it looked, and before you realized, your phone slipped from your hand, screen dimming out. You were out cold.
And down the hall, Gojo’s door creaked open.
He stepped out, jacket slung over one shoulder, keys in hand, probably heading out to do whatever rich, bored boys do on a friday night.
He was halfway down the hallway when he saw you, making him stop dead in his tracks. He hadn’t expected you to be here.
You were sprawled on the leather couch, head tilted back, mouth slightly open. One arm dangled off the edge, fingers brushing the floor. The neck of your tshirt had ridden down, twisted just enough to bare your left breast completely. The nipple was stiff in the AC’s chill, the curve heavy and full against your ribcage.
He’d never seen you like this. Vulnerable and exposed, not the annoying girl he looked down for invading his space. His gaze locked on the swell of flesh, the way it spilled slightly under your arm.
He knew they were big, couldn’t miss it with those tight tops you wore, parading around him—but seeing it like this, offered up for him? His cock throbbed hard against his zipper, a hot, insistent ache. He took a step closer, the carpet muffling his movements.
Such a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you? the audacity of yours to be in his house, spread out on his couch, tits out like a desperate slut, hoping his pretty hands would end up all over you. Isn't that right?
As if he’d ever touch something as lowly as you.
His fngers twitched at his sides. He’d come over meaning to yank that shirt back up, hide the tempting swell of your tit before it drove him insane. But the hand had a mind of its own. It drifted forward instead, palm hovering just above your bare skin, close enough to feel the warmth rising off you.
Your chest rose and fell in soft, steady breaths, that pretty nipple tightening even more under the cool air.
Just gonna cover this bitch up, he told himself.
Bullshit. His little friend down there told another story. It was strained hard against his slacks, thick and throbbing, calling him a liar with every pulse.
His thumb brushed the soft underside first, feather-light and testing. It was warm. So fucking soft it made his mouth water. He swallowed thickly, the other hand gripping the armrest for control. Then he gave in, palming the full heavy weight of your tit, fingers spreading wide to claim it. A gentle squeeze made the soft flesh spill between them as his thumb dragged slow, deliberate circles around that stiff peak, teasing it harder.
A low groan escaped him when you shifted slightly in sleep, arching your back just enough to push your tit deeper into his hand.
He groaned low and pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it. It pebbled tighter, and he felt his own pulse hammering in his throat. He massaged it slowly, feeling the bud stiffen impossibly harder under his fingers.
He wanted to pull back, needed to, but the urge to feel more, taste it, was a fever in his blood. His eyes darted to the hallway, empty and silent. Swallowing hard, he sank to his knees beside the couch, the leather creaking softly under his shifting weight.
Just a taste, he bargained with the throbbing ache in his gut. He leaned in and dragged his tongue in one long, sloppy wet stripe from the soft underside of your tit all the way up to that stiff nipple. A deep, guttural moan tore from his throat at the taste of your warm skin. Then his mouth closed over it, sucking your nipple deep between his lips. Flicking the hard bud fast and filthy with his tongue, sucking hard enough to pull your soft flesh into the wet heat of his mouth. He released it with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to your swollen bud, only to latch back on even harder, nursing it like he was trying to milk you.
His free hand yanked the neck of your t-shirt down roughly, fully exposing your other breast. Both of your fat tits were out now— soft and glistening with his spit.
The sight punched the air from his lungs. His free hand slid across your stomach as he reached your other breast. Grabbing it softly, fingers spreading wide to cradle the heavy weight, trying not to wake you, trying to pretend this wasn’t happening. He massaged both tits now, kneading them like dough, pulling and squeezing until your nipples were puffy, swollen nubs.
He wanted to stop. Should stop, but his hips ground against the couch edge, cock making a sticky mess in his pants.
He couldn’t fight it anymore. With a rough yank, he ripped his slacks open and shoved them down his thighs, letting his fat cock spring free, drooling sticky strings of pre-cum from the slit like it was already begging to breed something. He wrapped his big hand around the shaft, groaning deep as he squeezed it hard enough to make the veins bulge.
He started pumping it fast, thumb smearing the leaking mess all over the fat head with every brutal upward stroke. At the same time he dove back down, sucking your nipple back into his greedy mouth.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the silent room— the slick of his fist flying over his dick mixed with his hungry breaths. He nursed your tit, hard wet pulls that made the soft flesh bounce in his grip, spit running down the curve of it.
But it still wasn’t enough for the greedy bastard. Mind kept flashing to your untouched cunt, probably leaking under those tiny shorts. Just the thought made his heavy balls draw up tight, forcing another thick pulse of pre to spill over his knuckles. It had his fingers dug into your tit too hard, leaving angry red marks.
He froze, breath catching. "Shit. Did I wake her?"
But you shifted, twisting away and burying your face into the couch cushions. Your back arched so prettily as you pulled from him.
His mouth lost your nipple with a wet pop, and a frustrated growl rumbled deep in his chest. Eyes dragging down the delicious dip of your waist, straight to those shorts that were doing a piss-poor job of hiding what belonged to him.
Round, perky ass— plump, and practically begging to be spread open and used. The fabric stretched taut over each cheeks, outlining their fullness while you lay on your side, a gift he was dying to unwrap.
Fuck... all this time?
There had been an ass like this right under his roof, sitting within arm’s reach every single day, and he’d never bothered to use it? How the hell had he been this goddamn ignorant?
His cock jumped eagerly as he kept stroking. He needed those shorts gone. Needed to see that bare cunt right fucking now.
He leaned in close, fingers hooking into the waistband of your cotton shorts, tugging them down slow, watching the fabric peel off your hips and bunch at your knees, revealing twin globes of perfect flesh.
Shit... this was what he’d been ignoring all this time? the arrogant prick in him wanted to laugh at how blind he’d been. He needed to ruin it. Needed to cover those plump cheeks in thick ropes of his cum until it dripped down your skin.
His thumbs dug deep into the soft flesh, spreading your ass wide open. There she was— a pretty cunt, puffy and shiny with slick and the little hole clenching around nothing.
“Look at that,” he muttered, letting out a low whistle. His index finger slid through your soaked folds, dragging all that warm slick up to your clit before he started rubbing it in rough, slow circles. You whimpered softly, hips shifting and pushing back against his hand like your greedy pussy already knew it was him.
He kept rubbing your pussy with slow strokes, slick coating his fingertip as it slid effortlessly over the mess. He could feel every pulse and throb, your cunt practically sucking at the air. He bit his lip bloody holding back from shoving his dick into that tight hole right fucking now. Wanting to fuck you stupid, to feel the gummy walls choke him, the thought of it nearly buckled his knees. With a groan, he pulled his finger back, thick string of slick connecting to your pussy for a second before snapping.
Without hesitation, he shoved them into his mouth, sucking hard. The taste exploded on his tongue and his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.
At that hell of a moment all he wanted was to be balls deep in that fuck hole, slide in and out until it milked him dry. But the clock was ticking. He had somewhere he needs to be. Jaw clenched, he grabbed his aching dick, pumping it roughly in his fist, finally aiming it between your thighs.
The swollen head dragged through your soaked folds, smearing your slick over his throbbing tip. He bit back a moan, teeth grinding as he rubbed himself against your pussy, everything too much.
Heaven wasn’t some distant dream—it was right here, between your thighs, in your leaking cunt. Gojo was already at his fucking limit, cock sliding through your soaked folds once, twice—and the swollen head caught on your clit on the third thrust, rubbing hard against that swollen bud.
That was it.
Three slides of his cock on your folds and it was endgame for the mighty Satoru gojo. He covered his own mouth as his hips jerked forward uncontrollably. Thick, hot ropes of cum exploded from his cock, splattering across your bare cunt in thick, white stripes. It pulsed out of him in violent spurts, painting your glistening flesh with sticky streaks.
Satoru’s sat on his knees, chest heaving, eyes dark and smug, and yeah… he knows exactly what the fuck just happened.
Does he feel even a hint of guilt?
Hell no. Not even a shred. And why would he? The bastard loved every second of it. He even had the audacity to pull back your shorts like he was done using your hole, not even giving a damn what you’d think when you woke up.
That’s the fun part—letting you wake up, piecing it all together, maybe stumbling into him later, cheeks flushed, begging for it and even if you didn't, it doesn't matter cause he takes what he wants anyways.
And let’s be real… how could you even say no to that face? That cocky, impossible, infuriatingly perfect face? You can’t.
cw:: stepcest, cheating, virgin reader, lots of praise, so much praise
for the most part, you did feel bad. scratch that — all you could feel right now was the immense pleasure as you rode stepdad! nanami on your hotel bed.
he turned your two stuffed animals around so they wouldn't have to witness this. this... what exactly was this?
you fucking your moms husband. you were the flower girl at their wedding all those years ago. kento nanami: the kind, polite man who was nearly twice your age.
he was the man who showed up to all your dance recitals and school plays while your mom was out gambling.
the man who rushed out of work when you fell off down two flights of stairs at college just to make sure the hospital staff was treating you with the upmost care. your mom? who knew where she was. by the time she reached out —back from a bender, most of your injuries were already healed...
nanami was always the one who would get out of bed to soothe you when he heard you screaming from a nightmare — your mom could never be bothered to deal with it (if she even was home) :(
the incredible man who worked constant overtime just to get you through college and literally anything else you wanted. you were his little girl after all.
the best stepdad who showed up to the father-daughter dance when your bio dad ignored your phone calls :(
kento nanami was the man who taught you how to ride a bike. and he's also the same man teaching you how to ride his cock.
"shhh... i know it's alot. breathe baby. ive got you" and he always did. nearly your whole life, it was always nanami who was there for you. you trusted him. he knew you better than you knew yourself.
and that's why you can't bring yourself to feel regret. you love him and you know he loves you too. had you not walked in one night on your bio dad getting sucked off by your mom, maybe you wouldn't have pursued nanami.
he was the one, of course, to console you. your bio dad wouldn't ever show up for you when you needed him, yet he would show up for that? your mom not even caring she was actively cheating on nanami. her reasoning being "he worked and spoiled you too much." :(
nanami was devastated, but just like he was always there for you, you were there for him. that night you both found out, neither of you could stay in the same house as her — quickly checking into a hotel nearby kento's work.
there was only one bed, but it would be fine. you weren't sharing a bed with a stranger or anything; it was just your stepdad.
the only person to truly provide for you, protect you, love you... unconditionally.
you would quickly strip down to just your panties and a tshirt while nanami was in the shower, and slide under the covers with your teddy bears, feigning sleep.
it was only when nanami finally sat down on the bed, brushing the hair out of your face and whispered "you're everything im not supposed to want, yet here i am in bed with you," did you slowly blink your eyes open.
before nanami backed away, scared he was overstepping, did you pull him back towards you.
"you're everything i want too..." you whisper back. "we don't need her — she wasn't there for us anyways."
nanami softly patted your head, nodding. he agreed, but was still hurt by your mom's betrayal :(
you cuddled with him until you both fell asleep. that was, until you tossed and turned, over and over, waking yourself up at two am. you softly gasped when you realized there was something poking against you >.<
"dad?" you whisper, hoping he's still asleep.
he's not.
"s-sorry, princess" he says a little too quickly. "can't sleep?" you shake your head and scoot even closer to him. whatever was poking you before was definitely still there.
nanami tries to scoot away from you, but there wasn't too much space on this hotel bed.
"p-please, i don't think you should be near me right now..."
"why not?" you pout, crawling even closer. "do you not want me either?"
"of course i do, baby... it's just..." he trails off, closing his eyes with a heavy breath.
"you're hard..."
"yes," he admits. "im sorry. i work alot and your mother never wanted to."
your left hand slowly inches toward his chest then idly slides downward. "what if I helped you with that?"
"no, baby," he protests. gently holding your hand so you don't go down any further. "we can't."
"why not!"
"i'm your—"
"stepdad."
"i raised you."
"that just makes me love you more."
"princess, please don't make this harder than it already is."
you snatch your hand away from his, sliding down his chest to grip his length. "I think you're already pretty hard dad," you giggle, but continue to firmly grasp it like patrick star once instructed on your satruday morning cartoons.
"please, kento. dad. i want this and i want you. it's always been you. please"
your plead snuffed out the last of nanami's resistance. if his wife was going to cheat, it was only fair he did the same. right?
nanami tugs down his pj pants and boxers with your help. his hands find their way to your clothed pussy, slowly rubbing you through the fabric.
once your eyes feast upon nanami's full, throbbing cock, your eye's are immediately going wide.
"she didn't want this!? this fucking monster!"
"language, sweetie."
"sorry."
you tentaively grasp it again, going up and down it with your hand awkwardly.
he wraps his hand around yours, guiding you up and down his length. even in this fucked up situation, nanami was still there to teach you, guide you.
"sorry, im not experienced. i've never..."
"never? fuck. imgoingtohell"
"language, daddy!" you echo back to him with a smile. it actually calms his nerves.
"just follow my lead and if you want to stop-"
"i want this," you reassure him.
he continues to guide your much smaller hands up and down his cock. maybe if you only do this it won't be that much of a sin. if only....
without him instructing you, your tongue finds it's way around his tip. delicately licking as if it were a tootsie pop.
nanami doesn't stop you. in fact, he places his hand on the back of your head, helping you take more of him into your mouth.
"you sure you've never done this before?" he's throwing his head back. your taking more and more of him into your mouth. you shake your head but don't let up. "you're doing amazing, baby."
nanami is a man who loves to give praise and in his case he means every word. "look at you," he's brushing back some of your hair. "doing so well for me."
fuck, if it wasn't for the extreme lack of sex with your mother nanami probably could've lasted so much longer. you bob your head up and down a few more times until it's too much — nanami's lifting your head off of him and grabbing a nearby handkerchief. of course he has one on standby.
you almost wish he would've let you taste his seed. you imagine he would taste sweet, like pineapples.
"maybe we should stop" he suggests. there goes that polite conscience again.
"i want it to be you," you declare, straddling his hips before he can change his mind. "please. i want my first time with you."
he relents, flipping you over in a swift move. "if you insist." he kisses down your neck, large hands sliding down your sides. "i should make sure you're ready for me"
"but i—"
"shh," his long fingers shush you. "god, you're soaked."
he takes his fingers, rubbing you through your panties, circling that sensitive nub. he gives it a loving kiss, then another and another. until he's sliding your panties out of the way—marveling at his stepdaughters beautiful pussy for the first time.
nanami, with most things, likes to take his time — savor the moment. but it wasn't easy with your cute little whimpers and your hands on the back of his head, pressing him down til he was nearly suffocating in your fluids (not that he minded).
his warm tongue lapped at your clit, prasing, worshipping it. over and over, he feasted on you until you were a shaking mess. he carefully added a finger, stretching you out slowly. the last thing he wanted was to hurt you when he finally sunk himself inside you.
god. nanami kento could eat pussy for days.
"i want you inside," you begged. "please"
anything for his little girl. but not before he made you come on his face. he licked and sucked and devoured you even faster now — adding a second finger inside you. it wasn't until you completely lost control, squirting on his face did he stop. he lapped up your sweet taste, savoring the flavor of you.
he (begrudingly) left his spot between your legs to flip you back on top of him. "up here, princess."
and you're straddling him again, wet slick dripping down his cock.
"princess, are you absoultely sure?" nanami's eyes are locked onto yours, searching for any sign of doubt. any reason he shouldn't fill his stepdaughter to the brim.
the kiss to his lips gives him his answer. it wasn't like any previous kiss you had before — those were cute, innocent. this kiss was filled with passion, as if you were his lover, everything a dad-daughter kiss shouldn't be; yet you both loved it more than anything else.
he taps your entrance with the head of his angry cock. once, twice, god, it was agony — the teasing. he envelops the tip, covering it with your slick, hoping it'll make it go in easier.
"this might hurt, but, you're in control here" nanami's voice is low, soft, and controlled, as he always is. "take your time." you nod as his large, warm hands hold on to your sides, and he helps lower you down onto him.
it was heaven and hell.
hell because it fucking hurt. your tears were uncontrollable, freely flowing down your cheeks. it truly broke nanami's heart seeing you in pain like that. "breathe, breathe," he whispered. he didn't move an inch, and fuck, did he want to. it took everything within him not to flip you prone and fuck you like an animal in heat.
yet
it was heaven because your way-too-tight walls were clenching down hard on nanami's cock, it was almost painful for him. but the feeling was euphoric. and it wasn't just the fact he was in someone, but the fact that it was you.
the first person to text him happy birthday every year. the sole reason he celebrates father's day, despite not having any bio children. the person who counts on him to always be there for you. the only woman he would ever want to be inside from now on. his stepdaughter — the love of his life.
your sinking, down, down, slowly onto his cock with his guidance. fuck kento for being so damn big. he was borderline monster size. and it didn't help that he had two prominent veins running down his shaft, two veins you could feel inside.
he's wiping your tears with one of his hands. "shhh... i know it's alot. breathe baby. ive got you".
your holding on to him, adjusting to his enmorous size, and then finally, you move. awkwardly at first — it is your first time, but he won't rush you. in fact, he's giving you nothing but praise.
"that's it princess... just like that." fuck, you're so tight. "you're doing so well for me."
you found a good rhythm, bouncing up and down, like it was the best feeling in the world; and to nanami, it was.
"yes, baby girl," his grunts are vocal now. "that's so good. keep going just like that." and you do. up and down, up and down, up and down. you want to cry again, but this time not from pain. all you feel now is undeniable happiness and pleasure.
you don't know how much longer you can keep this up :(
you want to stay like this forever, but your hips, your legs, they're quickly getting sore.
and of course, nanami notices.
"you're okay sweetheart, you're safe. let me take care of everything."
and just like that, kento nanami has you on your back and he's between your legs again — missionary— his favorite position. call him old fashioned, but he never gets tired of hovering above his lover, looking into their eyes while he's pleasuring them. and the fact that it's you, his perfect stepdaughter? he almost came again the moment he slid back into you. he's surprised he hasn't already.
"you're so tight darling. f-fuck" nanami's panting. "too tight for me, aren't you?"
all you can do is nod in between your moans. you feel so fucking full. nanami, —the man who is usually so calm and controlled— was going feral. he was bucking into your hips, as if his life depended on it. he didn't want to hurt you, but he couldn't hold back anymore. not in this perfect, perfect pussy of yours.
he leans down to kiss you again and it's filled with every emotion neither of you can say aloud. your moans are music to his ears. when your bucking your hips up to him to meet his thrusts, his heart melts <3
he won't last much longer. he's fucking you soo deep into the bed. between your moans and nanami's praise and grunts, all he can focus on is how deep he is inside of you. and how fucking badly he wants to cum. your moans are so loud that you're covering your mouth from embarrassment.
"let me hear you, sweetheart." he reassures you. "let it out". and you do. every sound, every moan, all the pleasure you feel is because of nanami and you're gladly letting him know.
"dad, dad, dad" is all you can make out, as your fingers tangle in his hair and his heavy balls slap against your clit.
kento nanami is a responsible man. ideally he should pull out, cum literally anywhere else. but you've brainwashed him. your pussy was fucking magical and he can't bring himself to pul out.
"i know it's wrong, i know...." he wants to curse his conscience. "but you feel too good."
"it's okay, dad..." you're eyes are open, looking into his. "you can do it inside."
if nanami wasn't going to hell, this was surely the icing on the cake. he plunged into you, deeper and deeper, rutting into your perfect cunt — his cock kissing your cervix. you wrap your legs around him, kissing him.
with a grunt of your name, he spills into you. filling your pussy with everything that is him.
"such a needy little thing, huh? locking your legs around me" he's kissing you over and over and over, from your forehead to your chin, all over your face. <3 "you just wanted to be filled, didn't you?"
"uh-huh," is all you can muster out, and you smile — a happy, genuine smile.
he pulls out of you, rolling over for a moment to catch his breath. he's twice your age, but he's still got decent stamina (something he'll happily prove in the future).
as if it were routine, nanami is sliding out of bed, only to return with a hot towel. he's cleaning you up like it's second nature, and for him, it is. only difference is he isn't cleaning mud off of you from you playing outside in the rain when you were little, he's gently cleaning his cum and rubbing you with his utmost care.
it's truly confusing how your mom could ever cheat on him. he provided, he loved, he cared, he cooked, he cleaned, he fucked, he was perfect. if not for her, then absolutely for you.
your fingers slide down between your folds, scooping up some his seed that he missed. you bring it to your lips, humming when the taste reaches your lips. you were right. he does taste like pineapples :)
"you make the filthiest things feel so pure," he chuckles, sliding into bed with you. "what am I going to do with you?"
oops this got really long >.< i lost the plot again. omg im a freak :((
I needa go back to my roots n write more fauxcest n stepcest man. I fear I’ve lost the ancient texts… stepdad!robby…uncle!jack..sigh creepy stepbro!dennis??? IM NEGLECTING THE NEEDS OF MY PEOPLE. I needa get more freaked out well I never stopped..
like ughhh stepdad!robby who tries, he really does but when he walks by the sliding glass doors and sees you floating leisurely in the pool atop a floaty? he can’t help but stare at the tiny excuse of a bathing suit that you have on. the way your tits are practicing spilling out from the top, nipples clearly visible through the fabric. how it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. how he’s sure that if he had his glasses on he could see the curls that peek out from the sides of your bikini bottoms. how pretty your legs look shimmering in the sun. he attempts to banish any inappropriate thoughts from his head but when you stretch out crossing your legs? he’s done for. openly fantasizing about how easy it’d be to untie those bows holding everything together. it’s even worse when you unintentionally make eye contact with him. perking up and waving, a devastatingly pretty smile on your face as you call out a sweet “hi dad!” he tries and fails.
or uncle!jack who can’t help but smile when he comes around to hang with robby. because you, in all your sweet summer glory loves to stay around the garage while they work on their bikes. asking questions n helping when you can, bending over to gather tools for him. the swell of your ass peeking out from under your shorts in a way he really can’t ignore. you’re sweaty too, he can tell, he can smell it. when you first leaned in to hug him the aroma hitting him all at once, that was when he initially arrived and even more so now as you walk about the garage. the somehow sweet smell making his mouth water, he sees it soak the underarms of your shirt, drip down your neck. and sees it make a perfect imprint of your thighs and ass in the fabric of the lawn chair you were sitting in as you chatted with them over the neck of the wine cooler in your hand. his eyes locking in on it immediately after you had got up to grab yourself another. you were mouth watering, truly..and his best friends daughter.
and stepbro!dennis who loves you, so much. always wanted a sister really. he’s the sweetest thing ever. but god do you tempt him. in the blazing sun of early june wiping down his dads truck accompanied by you. suds and water flying about as the two of you are far more interested in getting the other soaked. dennis armed with the hose and you a bucket of soapy water. it was innocent really, you splashing cold handful’s at him causing him to retaliate by dousing you with the frigid water was all in good fun. until he saw how the water soaked right through your short sundress. the material clinging to your body becoming ever so see through. the color of your panties visible along with the clear outline of your breasts. no bra, he immediately noticed and it made him swallow hard. he’d never seen so much of you before so he stared..and stared. then came more water until you were laughing and dripping. droplets tracing your legs collecting in a puddle at your feet. none the wiser to his prying eyes.
he’s all grumbly and grumpy. but he’s still making an effort to stay quiet. the kind thing of him to do. when you weren’t kind to him. replacing the body of his failed hookup in his head. her moans didn’t sound anything like yours would. his hands didn’t feel right on her waist. even kept her in doggy so he wouldn’t have to look at her. but none of it felt like you.
he closed your door with a hushed click of the lock. already shaking his head at your revealing figure. comforter barely keeping you warm, too short lounge bottoms sneaking a peak of your ass cheeks. the top you wore could be classified as a bra it’s so small. and rafe was already groping himself to the sight. missed this. needed this.
all of those times he imagined bending you over and stuffing you in front of the whole house while wearing this exact outfit. watchful eyes be damned. now he finally touch and you can’t say anything about it. you can’t bring up how wrong it is. how maybe he’s just confused and horny. surely, he doesn’t want to do that with you.
he stepped around to stand at the head of your bed, watching your pouty lips breathe out the air you inhaled. damn near groaned at the thought of slipping his tip in and watching your face contort at the intrusion. bet you’d suckle on it anyway because you love having something in your mouth. bet you’d whine and try to take him deeper.
he leaned over to slip up the hem of your shorts, revealing no underwear. just a lax, begging to be touched cunt. “stupid fucking girl..” rafe muttered to himself, swiping a finger back and forth on your lips. “big brother has to do everything..”
he leaned in closer to inspect you further, pulling down the shorts to expose you fully. “fuck, baby.. i knew this ass would be adorable as you.. she’s so cute,” he complimented your pussy.
rubbed himself faster and slid two fingers in, coaxing a tiny squirm out of you. “at at..” he tsk’d, “you have to let me in, don’t be like that.. the bitch earlier was too open, fucking gross. this shy pussy hasn’t had anyone, has she? was she waiting for big bro..?”
he groaned, dipping a finger in and coating it in your juice. pulled it out and groaned at the gleam. “she’s so wet for me.. we’re matching,” he smiled grimly. “aren’t siblings supposed to wear matching shirts ’nd shit? we’re doin’ it all wrong..”
he unzipped himself, fisting his hard length, rotating around the bed and gently sliding onto your sheets. he stayed up on his knees, lifting up your ass cheek and rubbing his tip over your hole. “shit..” he sniffed, “i wanna fuck you so bad little sis.. you feel so much better. you feel like mine.. all for me.”
he rutted on top of you, careless about how desperate he looked. lifted his shirt up to watch his abs flex as he humped up and down. “such a dumb little girl. we look so good together, why’d you make me go out and fuck that slut? you could’ve had me tonight. y’know ’m fucking gross for you, missed you so much..” he rambled, eyes jittery at the sight. his big cock covering your backside completely. could only see your pink slit when he rubbed down enough.
he cut off his orgasm by fisting his tip, groaning roughly, deep breaths through his nose. “kid, if i nut on you, don’t make it fucking weird tomorrow. don’t bring it up. because i’ll deny the shit out of it. i’d rather dump this load in you raw than have you make me feel bad about this.”
your tiny whine was enough of an agreement as he started stroking himself, angling over your exposed back, “fuck.. ’s your fault. this is all your fault. you made me do this..”
Summary: Joel comes home after a night at the bar and shows you a side of himself you didn’t know existed.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, big legal age gap, drunk Joel, soft!Joel what?, mean!Joel, infidelity, ass slapping, somno, unprotected piv, creampie, degradation, slutshaming, praise kink, daddy kink, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of throat fucking, swearing. Reader wears make-up.
Word count: 2,2k
A/n: I’m drowning in WIPs but this idea just wouldn’t leave my mind. I hope y’all will enjoy the story💞 Kisses to my love @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and screaming in my doc lol😘♥️ Dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/thecutestgrotto 💞
Stepdad Joel Masterlist || MASTERLIST
It’s shortly after 11 pm and you’re having a little snack in the kitchen, watching videos on YouTube. Your EarPods are in so you miss your stepdad returning home. Noticing some movement in your peripheral vision you turn your head and see Joel pouring himself a glass of water at the sink. He’s looking broad and tall in his favorite denim shirt and dark blue jeans and you shamelessly check him out while he’s gulping the water down.
When he turns around, you quickly look away. Your mom’s home so you expect him to go upstairs but when you glance back you see him standing by your side. He’s looking at your phone screen, hands on his hips, brows furrowed as if he’s trying to concentrate on something.
You’re blinking up at him, puzzled by his weird behavior — usually when he comes home all you get is a cold ‘hey’. The best you may hope for is a slap on your ass as he calls you a slut for wearing your tiny home shorts. When your mom’s not around, of course.
You take your EarPods out just as he asks,
“Whatcha watchin’?”
Your mouth pops open and you stare up at him speechless. Your stepdad is suddenly interested in something other than your holes! Did he hit his head at work? And then you see it — his eyes are bloodshot, his curly hair’s slightly disheveled and he’s swaying a little, standing with his feet wider apart than usual.
He’s drunk.
Your eyebrows shoot up. Joel drinks, yeah, but never a lot, usually only beer, and you can tell that he’s had some only when you taste it on his lips later. The sight of him visibly drunk now fascinates you but also weirds you out.
“Ehm.. it’s a make-up tutorial,” you reply, watching him closely. He hums and takes a chair next to you. Now you sense a distinct scent of whiskey on his breath. He places his thick forearm on the table and locks eyes with you. His gaze is warm when he says, his speech a little slurred,
“Your make-up's always pretty. You can do it professionally I reckon.”
Your jaw drops and you mumble ‘thanks’, not knowing how to react.
What’s happening?
The way he talks to you like you’re a normal person and not his ‘cock-hungry stepdaughter’ who he regularly fucks feels so strange, you avert your eyes from him, completely lost for words.
Joel quietly watches you for a few seconds before he leans closer and gets your attention, gently swiping his thumb over your shoulder.
“Listen.. if you ever need any money.. for make-up or whatever.. don’t be shy to ask, ‘k?”
Now you’re positively gawking at him. Did aliens abduct your stepdad and send this considerate version of him back?
Joel keeps surprising you.
“Hell…” he gruffs, pulling out his wallet from his jeans pocket. “Here,” he grabs your hand, puts some cash into your palm and closes it. “Buy something nice for yourself, babydoll.”
“Thanks,” you say quietly, looking at the money in your hand and barely believing that this is real.
Meanwhile Joel scoots closer to you and places his arm over the back of your chair. For a few moments neither of you speaks, he’s just watching the video with you, his hazy eyes gliding over your body from time to time. As always being close to your stepdad you feel tingling between your legs but your mother’s upstairs so, trying to distract yourself, you ask, “Went out tonight?”
“Yeah.. with a few guys,” he nods, smiling at you with his head tilted to the side.
Then Joel scratches his scruffy cheek and chuckles, “Those poor fuckers… bitchin’ about their wives all night.” He shakes his head. “Made me realize how lucky I am…” He puts his warm hand on your shoulder, gives it a light squeeze and finishes, “to have you.”
You know he’s drunk but his words make your heart flutter and your lips spread into a smile. His next statement wipes that smile off your face immediately.
“Almost told ‘em about us, can you imagine?”
Your stomach churns at the thought and you thank all Gods for stopping Joel from spilling your darkest secret.
Unaware of your momentary panic, your stepdad leans in and kisses a spot on your neck, just under your ear.
“Wanted to brag about you so damn much,” he whispers against your skin, sending chills all over your body. “How your tight pussy feels around my cock… how good you feel.”
You tremble at his touch and glance at the door, scared to be caught by your mother. Joel told you before that he’d always be careful but now, in this state, you surely can’t rely on him fully.
Without a care in the world, your stepdad slowly drags his lips up and nuzzles your cheek, mumbling,
“Every damn day I run home just to see you.”
Clutching the dollar bills in your clammy hands you slowly melt next to him, his confession filling your belly with butterflies.
Joel pecks the corner of your mouth but then he rests his forehead on your shoulder and gruffs, “Fuck, why’d I drink so much?”
He’s sitting motionless for a few moments, and hoping that he won’t fall asleep like that, you squirm in your seat and ask,
“Not feeling well?”
“A lil,” Joel replies, sitting up and getting onto his feet. He holds onto the table top for stability and then grunts, “Need to wash my face.”
You nod but when he walks out of the room, your shoulders droop. This strange version of Joel has made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside you wish he’d stay. A smile lights up your face when you remember his words, ‘lucky to have you.’
You’re staring at your phone screen, not listening to the video at all, your mind occupied by Joel and the unexpected dialogue you two have had, when your stepdad suddenly strides back into the kitchen and walks up to you.
“What…?” All you have time to say before he bends down and kisses you. You gasp right into his mouth, your hands clasping his shirt. He cups the back of your head to keep you close, his other hand begins kneading your breast over your clothes.
“Mmm…,” you mewl, scared that your mother will come in, but your stepdad’s lips make you forget about everything. They’re slowly moving against yours, his tongue swiping over your lower lip asking, begging to slide inside. You let him in happily and he licks into your mouth, leaving a taste of whiskey and Joel on your tongue. The kiss is sweet and dizzying but too short.
“I’ll come tonight, baby… when she’s asleep,” Joel whispers and pecks your lips before walking away again, swaying a little.
You go up to your room right away, turn the lights off and wait for your stepdad in your bed. Your mind plays the night on a loop - Joel’s confession, the kiss, his eyes on you full of warmth and something else you have no guts to name even in your head.
The fluttering in your belly makes your heart beat faster. You shouldn’t feel it, you mustn’t. It’s just sex. Depraved, filthy, mind blowing sex.
You fall asleep with Joel in your thoughts and dream of him hugging you close, running his big hands over your body, lightly squeezing your curves. Then his cock slowly slides into your pussy and he begins gently rocking his hips, sending it deeper with every languid thrust.
Ahhhh! With a quiet moan you open your eyes and realize that it’s really happening — your stepdad is spooning you from behind, fucking you in your sleep so gently you could have been unconscious throughout.
“Joel..,” you moan his name with the same warmth in your tone that you heard from him in the kitchen. It’s still present as he murmurs in your ear, “M’here, sweetheart.”
You turn your head, trying to see your stepdad’s face in the darkness of your room, and he uses your movement to catch your lips with his. Just like earlier today the kiss you’re sharing is nothing like you used to with him - it’s sweeter and gentler and you whimper, caged in his strong arms, taking his big cock.
Joel’s hand snakes under your top and he begins pulling and twitching your pebbled nipples, carefully so as not to hurt you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and as you clench around Joel’s fat length, he lets out a moan. You’ve never heard such a noise from him before, it’s always grunts and groans when he claims you, feral growls of an animal tearing its prey apart. But not tonight.
“My good girl…only mine,” he whispers against your lips and you as well might be in heaven. Where’s your need to be degraded gone? You don’t know and don’t care. No time to self reflect. All you want right now is to stay in these arms forever, keep him inside like he’s a part of you. Like you were meant to be his.
Joel hugs you tight and then his hand slides down and under your pajama shorts. With his member still massaging your walls, he spreads your folds and swirls your wet clit with a tip of his calloused finger. You mewl as he starts drawing tight circles over it, nibbling on your earlobe. His voice so soft, it’s barely audible as he orders,
“Come on my cock… make this sweet pussy squeeze me..”
You nod, obedient to his wish, and let him bring you to the peak. It doesn’t take long. His bulbous tip is rubbing the soft spot inside your core in just the right way, his fingers are rhythmically moving over your puffy clit, and soon you’re coming, moaning so loudly, Joel has to cover your mouth with his palm.
“Shhh… I know, I know…daddy got you.”
He explodes right after and spills his hot cum inside your pulsating cunt. To shut his own whimpers he nuzzles the back of your head and breathes in the scent of your hair, fucking you through his and your orgasms.
When you both relax, Joel doesn’t pull out and slowly softens in your stuffed pussy, cuddling with you, his lips brushing your temple. You don’t dare to move, scared that he’ll leave you and go to her. He doesn’t though and you drift off satisfied and happy in his arms.
When you wake up the next morning, your bed is empty. The only evidence that last night wasn’t an amazing dream is Joel’s cum leaking out of your still wet pussy.
After taking a shower you hurry to the kitchen, wishing to see your stepdad there, hopefully without your mom.
To your delight you find Joel alone, leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee.
“Morning, daddy,” you chirp, running up to him, and peck his cheek.
He squints and growls,
“Shhhh! Headache’s killin’ me.”
You draw your eyebrows together and mutter a quiet ‘sorry’. He seems to be different today and you glance at him, pouring yourself a cup. He’s so hot in the morning, wearing his grey sweats and tight black t-shirt, your lower belly burns and you crave his body against yours.
Acting on your desire you walk up to him and place your hand on his shoulder, turning yourself on even more when you feel his strong muscles under your palm. Joel looks down at you with his brows furrowed, and you purr, batting your lashes at the man,
“What are you doing today? Maybe we can go to the movies together?”
He stares at you quizzically for a few moments and then chuckles,
“Did I replace your brain with my cum the last time I fucked your throat? Want us to walk around town holding hands? Let everyone know that I’m fuckin’ my stepdaughter?”
He laughs loudly at your suggestion and you pout your lips, hurt by his words. He places his mug down and mumbles under his breath, ‘Slut lost her damn mind.’
You take a step away from him and stare at the counter, your eyes welling up with tears. Of course, he’s back to being his usual self — an arrogant, mean prick. You sigh, thinking that you’re going to miss drunk Joel.
Suddenly you feel him behind you as he presses his body to yours. His arms wrap around your waist and he kisses your neck.
“We can watch a movie at home, my needy slut. Tonight, k? Just you and I?”
You don’t say anything for a few moments, hating to give in so easily, but that ‘my’ and the sensation of his big body against yours melt the ice in your heart and you whisper an ‘okey’.
“It’s a date, then,” Joel says with a smile in his voice, slaps your ass and leaves the room.
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Stepdad Joel Masterlist || MASTERLIST
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