my mom told my dad to give me “the talk” but i don’t know why it’s called “the talk” when it’s just my dad pounding me from behind with his hand over my mouth. we’re not even talking! silly daddy.
“Everyone’s downstairs, sweetheart, gotta keep quiet for me,” His smooth baritone is wicked and gleeful as he whispers in your ear.
Biting back another whine, your clit throbs underneath his calloused fingers as he circles the swollen bud over and over. His fingers dip down to part your pussy lips, gathering slick between the digits before sliding back up to rub wetly across your clit.
The laughter and chatter from downstairs is loud enough to hear through your bedroom door, the one he has your front pressed against as he boxes you in with his broad body. His chest is a hot brand on your back as he slowly teases your bare cunt underneath your clothes.
“We don’t have too long before someone comes looking for us,” he chuckles, fingers lighting spanking across your mound making you buck your hips forward.
“Daddy,” you whimper, nipples hard and aching in your bra as he pushes your pants and panties down to your thighs.
He ruts his leaking cock between your thighs, soaking his fat length in your slick. You moan so loud that he has to cover your mouth with his free hand while he uses the other to press his tip into your clenching hole.
“Greedy little girl,” he mocks in your ear making your cunt throb, “being so naughty, you’re gonna get us caught, sweetheart.”
Eyes fluttering as more slick coats the head of his dick while he presses himself deeper into your fluttering walls. You can’t stop whining behind his palm as he works his cock all the way into your pussy, burying himself balls deep with a low groan.
“Mm you seem extra tight and wet, baby,” he kisses the shell of your ear, “daddy making this little pussy feel so good or…”
He thrusts in and out roughly making your eyes roll back as he grinds against your g-spot.
“Or are you all hot and bothered cause anyone could walk by and hear daddy stuffing your wet cunt, sweetheart?”
Another keening wail slips past your lips only to be muffled by his hand. He laughs and lightly rubs at your clit until you’re rocking back in time with his thrusts.
He pauses for a second and you realize someone is walking past your door. With another low chuckle, he slowly grinds his cock inside your soaked hole as he teases your pudgy clit.
“Can’t make any noise,” he whispers hotly in your ear, “can’t let them know that you like your own dad fucking your hot tight pussy.”
Your hands dig into your dress, tugging the material to stop yourself from clawing at the door. Pleasure pools in your belly, winding up the need to orgasm until it’s a tight band ready to snap. The footsteps recede until you can’t hear them anymore.
“Squeezing me so fucking tight, babydoll,” he sucks on your earlobe and it makes you clench even harder, “gonna make me bust early, creampie this cute pussy.”
You shiver and try to press back harder against him, but he just presses you into the door until you’re squished, making your pussy flutter wildly around his cock.
“Behave, let daddy fuck your cunt how he wants,” he lightly pinches your clit and you sag against the wood in front of you.
“Good girl, oh such a sweet girl for me,” he coos condescendingly, hips picking up speed as he fucks into your squelching pussy, “daddy’s going to sneak in later tonight, bend you over the bed and stuff your pussy all over again.”
Moaning, your toes curl in their socks as you feel yourself nearing your orgasm. His fingers stop their slow pace and start rubbing your clit in tight little circles that make you squirm against him.
“Close aren’t you?” He grunts, “c’mon then, pretty girl, cream my cock with that sexy little pussy. Show daddy how good he makes you feel.”
He rocks forward one more time, brushing across the spongy spot in the front of your cunt and that band of arousal snaps. Your cunt clamps down on his cock like a vice, walls pulsing and fluttering around his fat length.
“Oh good girl,” he whispers in your ear, making chill bumps race down your arms.
He pulls you away from the door enough to bend you over your dresser. Once situated, he hammers his dick into your sensitive pussy, fat cock fucking into you so hard you start to drool.
“Take it, take it,” he hisses as he buries himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he shoots his load into your cunt.
You whimper softly to feel hot rope after rope of his thick cum filling your pussy to the brim. After a few minutes, he finally pulls out with a wet schlick, cum dribbling from your used hole. He slips your panties and pants back into place, patting your ass once you’re dressed again.
Turning around, you meet his gaze and he smirks down at you.
“Let’s get downstairs,” he kisses your cheek, “I’m sure your mother is looking for us.”
Shivering, you follow along behind him, feeling his cum slowly drip from your pussy into the gusset of your panties.
⇶ dark content warning for incest , mentions of drugs and alcohol , groping , a bit of implied non - con , panty sniffing , daddy kink , implied piv . please let me know if i’ve forgotten any content warnings !! note : this is a re-upload of an old fic , before the acc was purged !!
Satoru ⸝⸝⸝ is the bright and bubbly, rich uncle who never learned how to tell you no. He always gets you what you want, because who could say no to that sweet face? Your daddy said a vibrator was off limits? Satoru would laugh, kiss your forehead and return days later with a top-shelf vibe, in a pretty pink gift bag all tied up with a bow.
He likes to take you shopping when he’s bored, taking you out to five star restaurants, buying you dresses you’d never splurge on for yourself; just to turn around and insist you play dress up for uncle Gojo. He’s the type to randomly send you a couple hundred bucks, with a text attached saying, ‘get something sexy’ and cheekily tack on a quick ‘and send pics’ to the end before tossing his phone aside for a bit. You, not knowing how to tell Him no, send the photos nervously, not knowing expect and getting drowned in praise the moment he sees the lingerie hugging your hips, or the lace framing your breasts.
Spending the summer at his mansion feels like an absolute fever dream— long slow mornings in his bed, spent fucking until you can’t think straight. Drinking by the pool, alone together, fully nude, his pink lips pressed to your wet pussy. If your mother ever found out what you were doing with her brother… she would kill you both. You know the whole thing is wrong, and you know he knows it too. That doesn’t stop you from craving every bit of attention he showers you in— or from letting him pull up you back into his bed, over and over again.
Suguru ⸝⸝⸝ is the hazy eyed, stoner cousin with a crooked smile. The one who’s always texting you to come over and hang out when he’s bored, leading you down into a dim basement where led lights line the walls, flashing various colors, and the pool table is scattered with things that don’t pertain to the game.
He likes getting you so high that you literally cannot stand on your own. Your legs turn to jello, relying on sugu to catch you in his possessive grip, lowering you into his lap. He exhales smoke into your face, against your lips, against your throat, loving the way your lashes flutter each time. His hands slip beneath your clothes, deliberately groping you and claiming every inch of your skin with warm hands. You beg him in a breathy, trembling voice to stop, whimpering about how it’s wrong. He knows, but that doesn’t stop him from kissing along your pulse, licking slowly until you melt against him, just like he planned.
By the time he clears a spot on the pool table, and your back hits the green felt, you’re floating. His tongue has already made a mess of your hole, wetting it down and preparing it for what’s to come. He fucks you with a lazy rhythm,, a half-burned blunt hanging from the corner of his lips as he watches you unravel beneath him. Every thrust elicits another incoherent sound from your lips, and he groans around the smoke, loving how helpless you sound when you’re this high. Thank god he keeps the music loud, or else you two would’ve been caught by now.
Toji ⸝⸝⸝ of course, is the rough, unfiltered step-father. A man that should send you running for safety, but instead stirs a heat low in your belly. He’s crass, definitely predatory in the way that he watches you move around the house, gaze dragging down your body like he’s stripping you with his eyes. You tell yourself you shouldn’t like it, but your soaking wet panties say otherwise.
His shadow lingers in cracked doorways when you’re changing, pretending he “just stepped in at the wrong time,” though the way his pupils flare and tongue swipes over his bottom lip, is a dead giveaway every time. Later, when he thinks you won’t notice, he’s digging through your laundry basket looking for the pair you discarded before your shower— lifting them to his face, breathing your scent in with a slow, filthy satisfaction as he strokes his cock. Right in the middle of your fucking room.
After the first few times ‘it’ happened, sneaking around became second nature. The moment your mother would leave the house for work, he’d have you pinned against the nearest surface, his hands already tugging at your clothes. Sometimes he didn’t even wait for her to leave before pulling you into the dark hallway, grinding you against the wall, fingers dipping inside of you as if he owned you, all while your mother cooked dinner in the next room. He’d finger you until he had you shaking, your nails digging into his shoulders, mewling “yes daddy,” over and over again as you cum all over his hand. Then he would just laugh under his breath, licking off his fingers, calling you his good little girl— right before dragging you back in for more.
Sukuna ⸝⸝⸝ is the predatory uncle with a sharp smile and a leather jacket. A tattooed criminal who shows up to the family reunion once every handful of years, and somehow always steals the room. Maybe it’s all the tattoos, or the wild stories of his illegal escapades. He’s the kind of man you’re not supposed to look at for too long, the kind you tell yourself you shouldn’t fantasize about… but you always have. Maybe it’s because he’s hardly ever around, so you don’t really consider him your uncle. Maybe it’s because everything about him feels like that dangerous villain you had a crush on, from the cartoon show you grew up watching. Either way, the pull is there. And he fucking knows it.
At every family gathering, his eyes linger for a little too long, his smirk tilting upwards slightly, as if he’s in on a joke that you don’t understand. He calls himself “the cool uncle,” with a lazy sort of confidence that makes you scoff and roll your eyes. But when he’s leaning over you at the bar to slip you a drink, knowing you’re not even old enough for it, makes it feel intentional— as if he’s up to something. Every little tease of his is intentional, every comment feels like a dangerous invitation.
By the time the night winds down, you’re warm with alcohol, combined with the flush from that, and uncle kuna’s attention. He finds an empty room, carrying you there with the intention of you just ‘getting some rest,’ when in reality, he has much darker plans. The moment he gets you inside, you’re tossed down on the bed, his hands are already on your hips, his breath at your ear, voice low, letting you know just how amused he was with how easily you melt for him.
He fucks you the way he looks at you: hungry, deliberate, reckless in a way only he can get away with. Your drunk little moans fill the dark room while he presses you into the mattress, stretching you open, taking you apart like he’s been waiting years for the chance. And the whole time, he’s grinning against your skin, reminding you exactly who you’re letting ruin you tonight.
Making my daughter wear a short dress and no panties while we go to the park and then sliding my cock into their cunnie while we sit at the picnic table. Love when strangers come up and say how cute she my daughter is. It makes her cunnie tighten and I can feel her juices run down my balls.
dad telling you, “let me use you a little, yeah ? just a little” but it turns into them emptying multiple loads inside you, leaving you gasping for air with your legs shaking and twitching at any contact, and the inside of your thighs forming pretty blue and purple splotches from their rough grabbing
dad giving me sex ed where he starts with taking my first kiss, telling me this is what boys will want to do with me while he shoves his tongue down my throat. then he teaches me about hickeys, marking my neck and breasts and thighs with dozens of them. then he lays me down, spreading my legs for him, and starts to tease my dripping cunt with his fingers. he teaches me about my girl parts by fucking his fingers into my tight little hole and barely teasing my clit. once he's gotten me dumb on his fingers, finally he slides his cock in my wet pussy. he tells me how my body was made for taking boys' cocks and how i'll need to be prepared for when they decide to use me. dad who cums deep inside his little girl so she can never be tainted by another man, making her dad's perfect breeding whore before she even knows what happens when someone cums inside her
Playing really explicit music for your daughter and watching porn with her while telling her that all of that stuff is how good dads love their daughters. She won't even question it when you pin her to the mattress and rape her for the first time; she'll just think you're being affectionate while you pump a load in her.
think of it like a music class. you start young so you can be perfect as an adult. this is why daddy is teaching you how to suck on his cock so you can be a good wife someday. and this is why daddy breeds you so you know what it's like to be pregnant.
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