♀ivy venus♀

“Oh fuck no,” you turn and grab for your purse, one hand on the door knob. “I am not your level of freak, Sukuna.”

“No, you’re a perfect girl for me,” you tense again, hands clutching the purse and knob for dear life, pulse fluttering as your body ebbs and flows with him. “You’re going to be, at least, when you listen.”

“You can’t be serious,” you set the purse down and look back, Sukuna’s dead serious though, eyes dilated, a firm set to plump lips, tapping his thigh just a bit. “You want me to crawl?”

“I want you to listen, brat, can you?” You worry your lower lip, walking instead, until he halts you with a hand up. “Knees, show me you can listen.”

“I better get some good head for this,” you almost make him laugh, you’re so fucking cute when you sink to your knees, scooting closer on the suite floor, until you’re between his spread thighs. “There, good enough?”

“You’re listening,” he brushes your hair back again, your thighs press together with pressure, with ache and need, gasping out from the soothing touch. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

Your heart hammers in your chest. “Sukuna…”

“You are,” your lip trembles, as he keeps brushing your hair back, leaning forward just a bit, your head on his lap now. “And your mom is a jealous bitch.”

“You just want another blow job,” you mumble, but his words hit their mark, your hands gripping his thighs over the material, coming even closer.

“You’re going to make me proud tonight, yeah?”

Fuck.

You take a breath, nodding and letting him stroke your hair some more, soothingly, whispering your name softly, you look up at him when he cups your cheek, exhaling. “You’re being nice.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you nice,” he leans forward, tilting your chin up with two fingers now, studying you. “You want me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? So you can’t think?”

“Yes,” you usually have some attitude to your voice, but he’s doing too much, it’s what you need, what you crave. “I want it.”

“Look at you,” he eases you up by your throat almost gently, long tattooed hand wrapping it, making you whine out. “Stand up and take your top off.”

“You’re being bossy tonight, but I’m horny enough to go with it,” he just studies you far too seriously, you tremble when you slip up your top, throwing it on the floor behind you, baring yourself aside from a lacy bra. “What next, dom daddy huh?”

He should chuckle, but you don’t need that – he can see what you need and it’s glaringly apparent. He leans forward, grabbing his glass of whiskey off the little side table, putting it to his lips, eyes darkening as he sits back and watches you. “Take the bra off, lemme see those pretty tits without it.”

You reach around to your back, unhooking the clasps, letting it fall down to your ankles, breasts bouncing free – ones he barely saw that night. His hands tighten down on the glass, his heart racing at the sight of how fucking pretty they are, your nipples just begging to be kissed, sucked, bitten.

“I’m gonna leave those bruised,” he says softly, sipping his drink again like nothing happened, looking at your flushed cheeks and glittery eyes. “I’m gonna leave you so sore you can’t sit, so full of my cum you have it dripping out at that wedding.”

You whine out and step forward, and he holds up a hand, frustrating you further. “Sukuna, just fuck me.”

“We’ll get there,” you roll your eyes and he finally smirks a bit behind his glass. “Has no one ever told you what to do?”

“No one, you’re lucky your dick is so big, or I’d bounce out of here,” you cross your arms a bit over your body.

“Arms down, take off the skirt.”

You feel a little exposed when you do that, just left in a pair of lacy panties and nothing else, but you keep your arms down, just standing there as he downs the rest of his whiskey, adam’s apple bobbing. You’ve never felt just so naked than in that moment, as his eyes devour you and damn near worshiping you, he sets the glass down with a gentle clip, just a bit spilling down his chin.

“Come clean me up, pretty little slut,” you scoff, but you’re walking towards him, cupping his face and leaning down, lapping at his jaw with your tongue and tasting the sweet bourbon, exhaling when his big hands grip your bare waist. “Let me see you.”

You’re quiet, it’s not like you, but you want to listen to him, want him to tell you what to do, to praise you when you listen, which he does by running his hands up to your waist, gripping under your breasts. He moans, kissing across each one hungrily, until he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth, tugging you between his spread thighs.

“Mnh!” Your hands entangle in his locks now, while he guides you to sit on his thigh, straddling it – your cunt dripping against the cotton gusset of those panties, making them sticky against your cunt. You shift, so needy, it feels too good.

“Go ahead, hump it like a desperate little whore,” his words give you fucking whiplash. “Tits so perfect.”

“Are y-you bipolar or fucking insane?” You manage to whisper, earning a sharp smack to your thigh. “Ah!”

“Both,” he admits, voice husky. His eyes are dangerous when they look up at you again, tongue long while it laps your puffy nipple. “Are you asking me if I’m mentally damaged like you?”

“Maybe,” you’re moving without consciously thinking, rolling your hips and gasping out. “I’m not doing this because you said so.”

“Of course you are,” you glare again, but you’re lost in how good his thigh feels. “Like a desperate bitch in heat.”

You smack the fuck out of Sukuna’s cheek.

He grins.

He is psychotic.

“Cute,” he murmurs, gripping your wrist and twisting it behind your back, standing with you like that and his other arm lifting you. He walks behind you now, guiding you to the bed. “Go on, be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”

“Call me a bitch again and I’ll bite your dick,” he chuckles, but it’s a dark sound, lips on your ear as his lips brush your ear.

“On the bed.”

You crawl onto it, trembling and aching, he exhales at the sight of you like this, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Panties down.”

“You’re annoying, did you do this with mom?” You taunt, slipping them down your thighs and peering back at him, lips parted with desire, seeing him shirtless now – it’s been years, you were barely out of high school when he dated her.

“No,” his soft answer surprises you, his shirt falling and revealing those chiseled muscles, cut completely, strong pecs and thick muscled biceps with black tattoos following the angles of his body. Your cunt is visibly soaked, he moans at the sight of it, undoing his belt. “She wasn’t good for me, but you are, hmm?”

“You love to hit my issues,” you bury your face against the blanket, hearing the click of the metal buckle, the weight of it falling and landing on the soft carpet below. “Next you’ll tell me to call you 'daddy.'”

“You probably will, but just because you’re fucked up,” you scoff, going to push up on your hands, when he slides two fingers down your dripping slit, and shoves your head back down into the mattress. “Don’t worry, I love how fucked up you are.”

“Ah!” He’s shoved two thick long fingers, nails painted black but blunt as not to hurt you, instead you just feel all the pressure, whining out and soaking his hand, thighs trembling violently. “Ngh…”

“You’re soaked already, huh? Why don’t you show me how much you can really arch that ass, brat,” he smacks each ass cheek hard, pressing up on your spot and blinding you with the intensity. “Listen and be good.”

You arch up high, pressing your hips up, earning his groan of satisfaction, as he starts working you with two fingers, you feel the heaviness of his thick cock hot against your thigh. He presses his lips between your shoulder blades, trailing hot lips across your skin, burning it, making you grip his fingers tighter.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he whispers out, biting at your shoulder as he sinks his fingers deeper into your cunt, so long they almost hit your cervix, so intense you feel that pressure. “Gonna ruin you for anyone, how about that? No one will make you fucking squirt, you’ll just picture me.”

“Psycho,” he chuckles again, but you’re arching higher, pressing your hips back against his fingers, desperate for more of it, turning your face to meet his ruby red gaze. “You’re the one who’s gonna be ruined, can’t handle my pussy can you?”

He scoffs, curling his fingers inside you and pressing that spot over and over, scissoring them in and out of your cunt. “So fucking messy, hear how loud your needy cunt is?”

“Then fuck me already!” His laugh is gonna make you lose it, your hands clinging to the blankets. “God, put it in.”

“We’ll get there,” he’s yanked his fingers out now, running them up and down your slit, teeth biting even harder on your neck, groaning as he feels your slick start to just drool out of your hole, spreading you wide. “Fuck, look at your pretty cunt, ass arched for me.”

You’re shivering and twitching as he toys with you, before he starts scissoring them so fast you can’t take it, gasping and screaming out against the blankets your cheek is pressed against, shaking with need – deep and hot. “Sukuna… will you just fuck me, god…”

 “Always so fucking mouthy,” he’s not stopping at all, one big hand pressing the small of your back, his heavy weight on you, fingers relentless as you feel so much pressure you can’t take it. “Gonna squirt all over the bed, aren’t ya? Your mom never did that you know, guess her daughter is sluttier than her.”

“Fuck off,” you’re so into it that it’s concerning, and he’s groaning as he feels gummy walls flutter, so he grins, honing in on it.

“Prettier.”

“Psycho...” You’re eating it up, the mix of his praise with his rough fingers, the pads of them hitting that spongy spot over and over, your head falls back, shaking with the need he’s building.

“Tighter,” you grip him in response as he leaks precum in messy white strings down to the bed beneath you both, a hand landing on one side of your face as he arches his forearm just so. “Go ahead, make a fuckin’ mess, you want to don’t you? Do better than she does.”

“You’re a dick, I swear I hate you… ah!” You’re about to lose all your sense the way he talks, his mean whisper in your ear tickling the skin, heavy body leaned over your back, working relentlessly and mean in your hole.

“You are better, already,” you curse him internally, looking at him with lidded eyes as he kisses up your neck.

“Please…”

“Please what? Tell me what you want, slutty little brat.”

“You,” you gasp, arching your back higher, so much your spine curves perfectly, ass pressing against him, the sounds of his fingers fucking filthy. “I w-want you.”

“Then cum.”

“Not l-listening to you - ngh!” Sukuna curls them meanly, and you’re doing just as he said, squirting and making a mess, pouring down his hand, the sight so perfect he audibly groans. “F-fuck, fuck, fuuuck…”

It’s the only word you can come up with, eyes rolled back in your skull, struggling to cling to anything with how sensitive you are. Sukuna moves his fingers still, but slower, like he wants to elicit every drop.

“You love hearing how much better you are than her,” his words make you angry, teeth sinking into your neck with his sharp ass canines, still massaging that spot when he pulls back, licking the teeth indentations and making you jerk. “Damaged little girl, you made such a mess again.”

“Mnh…” You’re done arguing, you just want his cock inside you. “In me, please…. Please…”

“Beggin’ for me? Ah, what a good girl,” he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers slowly, knowing how much you love it now, using it sadistically. The noise of his thick fingers pulling out of your suctioned little hole are messy, he looks at them and sees them coated, moaning. “Look at that.”

He tugs your head up by the nape of your neck, cupping your face, seeing the marks from the bed and tears down your cheeks. You’re so pretty like that it makes him fucking ache in ways he sure isn’t going to admit or acknowledge fully just yet, how can he even articulate how badly he wants you, needs you? 

He wants you to feel perfect.

“Taste how sweet your pussy is,” he murmurs, putting his fingertips to your lips, running them over until they’re glossy. “You know you wanna listen t’me, huh? Open.”

You open eagerly, a woman who’s not been submissive a day in your life, no you ride dick, you suck it and relish on making men cum quick, yet right now you just want to let him rail every thought out of your head. You suck your mess off his fingers, dripping with gossamer strands of slick, whining out as his eyelids lower, and you feel his heavy, thick cock against your back.

“That’s it, you’re listening so well,” he cooes those words, knowing they’re making their mark, he kisses your cunt off you with messy strokes of his tongue, groaning and dragging you against him, cock fucking between your thighs, barely brushing up and down your slit. “God, I could cum like this.”

“N-no, in me…” He sighs, kissing you once more, swapping your flavor across your taste-buds.

“You’ve been good, so I’ll give it to you, greedy little slut,” you’re shaking in need when he presses you forward again. “You can arch more, c'mon.”

“Want me to break my spine!? J-just put your dick in me…” You grumble, he’s exhaling as he spreads your cheeks, your puffy lips drooling and already twitching, waiting for him inside you.

“Just like that,” Sukuna grips your hips, his thumbs digging into the meat of your flesh as he presses the thick head of his cock against your soaked entrance, sucking him in already. He groans, pressing forward slowly, inch by inch like he wants to just torture you, stretching you wide. “You feel s’good grippin’ me like that, like you’re trying to fucking milk me.”

You gasp out – already so sensitive from squirting, from his fingers stretching you, now he is easing more and more inside you, when you want all of him. “More, f-fuck…”

“Cunt is slutty,” he huffs, spreading your ass cheeks again to eye that puckered tiny hole right above where his cock is stretching you out, groaning softly. “Take more if you want it, huh?”

You listen, pressing back against him, your eyes squeezed shut as arousal slips down your legs, making his heavy balls thwap with every stroke. He spits a stripe of bubbly saliva down to your ass, slipping his thumb and making you tense, he chuckles all husky, pressing in deeper, and it feels too fucking good, him sinking deeper, your head falls back as you scream out.

“That’s something I didn’t do with mommy dearest,” he murmurs, you breathlessly giggle, looking back over your shoulder, while his cock starts to move inside your walls, the thumb stretching your other hole with a sweet burn.

“Stop making me like you,” your whisper earns his smirk again. “You’re not getting in there.”

“I’d ruin this little hole,” he muses, sinking more and more of that cock through your small little cunt, watching how pretty it looks as it disappears inside of you, exhaling. “Look at you.”

His words hit, even with the strokes going a little faster, he’s still not shoving it all, making you cry out – “more” – and that’s when Sukuna gives it to you.

“Yeah, need me to bottom out, bratty little slut?” He is filling you completely now, you scream hoarsely, as he starts pressing against your cervix, one hand on your hip, the other entangled in your hair. “Beg me to move then.”

“No.”

“Then I’ll stay right here.” You hate his dumb ass power play, his push and pull, addictive like the cock splitting your drippy wet cunt open. “Aw, you’re so cute, wiggling around like that.”

“Sukuna!”

“Beg,” he leans low, tugging your head up now, buried deep inside you but completely unmoving, his breath hot against your neck. “Beg for me to ruin your pretty little cunt.”

You huff, and you hate his dumb grin and slutty raised eyebrows, you want to smack his face as much as you want his cock to ruin you, shaking your head instead, earning a sharp thrust that hurts. You’re arching and trying to make him move, but he’s got you pinned down, arms wrapped so tightly you can’t breathe.

“Little brat, needed to learn manners, but mom was too much of a bitch, huh?” You’re nodding desperately, letting Sukuna take you over, your mind, body, cunt all reacting to him in an insanity. “Beg.”

“Please…” You say it through gritted teeth, his satisfied groan echoes as he kisses you, wrapping all around you even tighter.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pulling back slowly before thrusting deep again, drawing a sharp cry from your swollen lips, your nails pressing into his thighs as he fucks you up on his knees, shoving you back down. “Like you’re made for it.”

Sukuna’s hands slide up your back, pressing you down into the mattress hard again, arching your spine impossibly higher to where you feel it’ll break. His thrusts grow harder, deeper, each one making you weak, dizzy, shaking as he moves with his hips slamming, the smacks and wet noises mingling with cries muffled against the soft blankets.

“Takin’ me better than she could.”

The mention of her sends a jolt through you, so sharp and filthy. You are whimpering, clenching around his thick invasion, wanting more. His fingers tighten on your hips, leaning over you, the weight pressing you down. He wraps a hand around your throat, turning your chin to face him now, eyes gone completely black, his cheeks flushed with the same shade as his hair.

“I’ll fuck every insecurity away,” he whispers, and that’s when it’s too much, his big hand choking gently, tilting you up for a kiss, prone over you now. It’s so intimate it takes your breath, your other hand entwining under his as he moves his cock in your gummy walls. “Shouldn’t have any, fuck her for that.”

“You are fucking me,” he smirks and you giggle, tears pricking your eyes from pleasure and something deep you don’t want to admit. “What would she say?”

“Something bitchy, but I’d let her know you’re tighter, wetter, prettier –” You start shattering then, and he sucks in a breath, orgasm so intense it’s pushing him over the edge, watching your face contort in pleasure. His hand tightens just a bit, kissing and whispering against your lips. “Damaged little thing.”

“Mnh…” You’re lost now, pushed off the edge, he’s dragging his cock head against your spot again, eliciting more and more pleasure, pulsing inside you.

“Gonna cum so deep, fill you all up, slutty little girl she wants it so bad, to be filled by me huh?”

You’re done lying, you just nod and Sukuna pumps you full as promised, so much it’s already falling out, his groans drank by your lips, choking you so hard you’re hardly able to keep conscious. Huge hands on a delicate neck, thick lengthy cock ruining your little hole, he’s just so big everywhere, even his body on you.

“Took all that cum, huh?” He’s taunting you later when you’re slumped over, and he’s stroking your spine gently, pressing kisses up sweat soaked skin. “Think you gripped me more when I brought her up.”

You don’t say anything, not when he tugs you into his hold even though you were going to try to leave, you instead let him hold you, mind racing, it feels too good in his arms, dripping his cum out in trickles down a muscled thigh, rough hands seemingly gentle and soothing.

“You did such a good job for me,” he says, maybe to be sexy or tease, but it’s overwhelming, as you bury your face, tears slipping.

You’re crying then, and rather than make fun of you as you expect, he lets you, holding you tight and kissing your lips, and you realize then it’s not just sex, as much as you fucking wish it was. When he’s holding you and you’re trying to catch your breath, and soon you’re curled next to him, eyes heavy, cheek resting on his hot chest with his slow, thudding heartbeat.

"Too much?" He asks then, concern in his gaze, but you shake your head.

"No. Not at all..." You lean up just a bit, fingers idly moving across his chest. "It was just intense."

"Yeah..." He breathes out those soft words, unsure of what too say, swiping your tears and studying you.

"I should go,” you yawn and say, eyes heavy. Sukuna is used to telling women to leave or at least not caring if they do. “I have a bunch of shit to do tomorrow, and the bachelorette party.”

“Yeah, gonna have some male stripper on you?” You look up, he swipes at dried up tears now. “Little crybaby.”

“Shut up,” you lean up a bit, hair falling like a curtain down the side of your face, exhaling as you drink in the sight of him. “Would you be mad if I did?”

“Nah, why would I be?” He’s tense though, your eyes locked on each other, breaths mingling together – his whiskey, yours something sweet he can’t quite place. It’s just you.

He’d hate someone on you.

“Well I’ll get a good lap dance then,” you’re so mean to him, really, he scowls as you giggle. “Maybe I’ll get drunk, it’s kinda my M.O.”

“Yeah, fuck what they think,” he brushes a hand through your locks now, carefully studying you.

“That’s sweet?”

“You’re worse than they know.”

“Sukuna!” He’s chuckling now, dragging you down for a kiss, moaning as you bite the fuck out of his lower lip, his cock already twitching, still sticky from you.

“You are,” his big hand slips down the curve of your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You’re fucking your ‘almost former stepdad’ you know.”

“Almost former,” you snort, bulling back and seeing his lower lip is swollen. “I should do worse, fuck an actual one.”

“Yeah, you’re slacking really as the family disappointment,” he teases, and suddenly it’s quiet. “I could give tips.”

You blink in confusion, and watch as Sukuna’s jaw sets a bit, his hard body tensing. “You? Don’t you run the family company and do insane business? Like you’re rich.”

“Yeah, I’m rich…” the tone in his voice is clear, your heart aches for him in that moment, you know it’s dangerous to care for something that is so fleeting. “Doesn’t mean I’m not also a family disappointment.”

“Well… forget this okay?”

“Forget what, brat?”

You cup his face gently, leaning low, lips brushing against his, big hands wrap your waist tightly. “You’re far from disappointing, in any way at all, the opposite of it.”

It’s quiet, the two of you looking at each other, vulnerable and open, like you both have opened some small little part of your damaged souls. He says nothing in response, just eyeing you instead, tugging you against his hot body until you feel so overheated, so dizzy and weak, every inch of you reacting to him.

“Want me to forget you saying that?” His voice is hoarse and rough, you look down then, sighing and shaking your head.

“No, just forget I’m being nice, and I’ll forget you are…”

“Nice huh? Just wrecked your cunt,” you flush at that, glaring again. “There’s the mean little scowl.”

“I need to go…”

“No.”

“No!?” He yanks you on him now, your hands land on his chest, thighs straddling his lower abdomen, pressing against either side as you drip cum, it pools down under his belly button, slick against the soft pink hair until it’s shimmering and flat. “Sukuna, I should get back.”

“Not done with you,” he lifts you like you’re nothing, lining his tip up with your sore hole, using all his cum sliding out to press in with ease, but you cry out at the sharp sting, walls rubbed raw already. “Can’t take another round, huh?”

“I c-can,” you never back down from a challenge, he can’t help but smirk as you try to take him, and he watches his veiny cock split you apart, bulging your tummy with his size. He groans at the sight, lifting you up and down, making your head fall forward, arms shaking. “Ngh!”

“Can’t even move? Pathetic little girl,” he’s murmuring it like a caress, lifting and dragging you down until he bottoms out as much as he can, you’re gushing and clenching him, taking shaky little breaths that come out in pants. “Need me to use you like a toy, a cocksleeve huh? Fuck doll, that’s what you are.”

“Use me,” he moans as you whisper it.

“Lean forward.” You effortlessly obey, making him smirk, as he puts the flats of his feet on the mattress and slams up, grabbing your ass and using you. “Listening finally.”

“Fuck off…” He chuckles, but you’re both whimpering when he moves. “Oh… Sukuna…”

God when you say his name he loses it.

“That’s it, lemme use you till I cum,” he’s groaning out, while you cling to his neck, kissing your lips brutal just like his grip on your ass, bruising and leaving fingerprints while his cock wrecks your sore cunt. “Can’t help yourself, so cock thirsty, huh?”

“Sh-shut up - ah!” Sukuna slams his cock deep, you whimper at the pain and pleasure of nine inches splitting you open, burying your face against his neck as he just grins psychotically.

That’s when the door knocks.

“Shit…” You curse, panicking, but he drags you back down, your eyes narrow at  him. “Let go, what if it’s-”

“Ryo…”

It’s your mom.

“Shit, shit, shit…” He’s grumbling now, shoving up one more time, smirking at your fucked out face. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“I’m kinda tired…” He manages not to groan, still fucking into your cunt, hole gripping him so tightly it’s already milking him for his cum, pumping hot and throbbing, while white streaks are already slipping down.

“Just a minute, I needed to ask a favor.”

“Fuck… I gotta hide you, slutty brat. What will mom say?” You laugh breathlessly, easing weakly off him, cunt throbbing. Sukuna catches sight of it all slippery and messy, falling down his length, he softly moans.

“Ryo?”

“Just a second,” he throws you down, lapping a messy stripe up your slit, you slam a hand on your mouth, sensitive and writhing. “Fuck, taste us together…”

“Sukuna!” You’re whispering and crying out as he devours you.

“Huh?” You hear her voice and slam your mouth shut.

“Mnh, nothing… hold on…” He slurps more of his cum up, leaning over you now and spitting it in a mouth he doesn’t even have to ask to open, he just grips your jaw and you do it. “Good girl.”

“Better not call her that,” you whisper with a glare, he chuckles and kisses you messy. “I’ll hide in the bathroom, if I hear you two fuck…”

“You think I would?” He raises a brow, making you flush. “Think I’d kiss her with your cum all over my mouth? Filthy brat.”

“I didn’t think that!?” You shove at him, grabbing your clothes and purse just in case, even your shoes, running to the bathroom as he smirks at you, throwing on some pants quickly. “Put on a shirt, whore.”

He snorts and grabs one, as you hide in the bathroom, heart racing at the panic of being caught, hearing your bitch mom’s voice at the door.

Just how were you getting out of this?

hehe the full version is already on Patreon but I am converting this story fully to here - so l will be posting all of the chaps here every week <3

stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.

stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.

→ idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too

i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol ←

→ it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger

stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.

his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so good—" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnn— my little girl’s got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow — you're exhausted, your muscles screaming — but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yes— please nngh! don't stop—" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."

stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddy—! so good..."

stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent — him suckling gently while you watched tv — but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "toji—" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."

his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.

stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can't—mnngh! i can't, it's too much—" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases — a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."

stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it — his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "ha— mmnh!!— daddy! i'm gonna—!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."

stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will see—" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuck— daddy! —nngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.

stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmn—!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! — fuck... i'm gonna!—" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.

stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's you— ah!— all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddy— mmnh!— yes, i love it, i love it!"

stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "please— i need you to move—" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."

stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuck— i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yes— mmh! daddy— yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."

“please, what? use your fucking words.”

“want you to fuck me. please help, oh my god, please.”

god, he had never heard you so fucked out. so fucked out that you would admit to wanting, to needing, his help. it made his cock throb, causing the sweetest noise to escape your lips as he swelled inside you. and that was enough for him to finally wrap his arms around you and pull you flush against his muscular chest, your body immediately going limp.

planting his feet flat on the bed, he started fucking up into you with abandon. the tip of his meanly curved cock repeatedly slamming into your cervix. his hands frantically trailed up and down your back, finally exploring your skin. you felt so fucking soft, so smooth under his rough, calloused fingers.

“is this what you wanted? huh, you fucking slut?” he spat, words so fucking harsh and in stark contrast to how he truly felt about you. he was so stupid for not doing this sooner.

“yes, fuck yes- m’gonna cum. so deep, fucking me so fast, ‘kuna” you moaned into his neck.

he hated what you did to him –a supposed “fuck boy” who lost it at your stupid fucking nickname for him.

“don’t call me that you fucking brat” is what he wanted to say – what got caught in his throat when he felt his stomach tightening, his abs flexing against your stomach.

gripping your ass hard enough to bruise, sukuna pulled your hips as close against his as he possibly could. a string of fucks and shit spilling out of his mouth as he shot his load so deep inside of you, the two of you cumming together. it was so cute, how your pliant body convulsed around him.

lifting yourself up slightly, your arms framed his face and you nuzzled your nose against his.

you were so fucking cute.

“what the fuck are you doing?”

“mmm, nothing. you just felt so good ‘kuuna. been waiting for you to touch me,” you whispered, breath ghosting his face.

by the time the video finally loads, precum is leaking out of his reddened, angry tip. 4:47 seconds? he can't help but laugh. of course that fucking loser couldn't fuck you as long as he could. as long as he would if he ever got a chance with you.

choso is so so so fucking nasty, jerking his cock to the same speed as the pathetic one digging inside of you. jealousy coursed through his veins at seeing whoever fuck you so hard and so fucking fast. it hurt him, but at least his pretty girl was being fucked so good. he knew it's what you deserved. but he knew that would fuck you infintely better. fuck, it's all he ever thought about.

choso doesn't know how many times he rewatches the video. just that hours must've passed by now because he has lost all fucking feeling in his rubbed raw dick. each time he watches, he chooses something new to focus on with so much intent to memorize everything about you. the way your mouth gapes open as you pant and moan, the way your eyes crinkle shut and flutter open to eye-fuck the camera, the circular motion of your tits bouncing, the way your tight ass squeezes around nothing when you turn around and get fucked in doggy. he just listens to the video a few times, eyes shut and getting off to the sound of skin hitting skin -- your skin. over and over and over again.

his cock won't stop weeping, and he's given up on trying not to make a mess. well, not like he had a choice, he'd just gone through the entire box of tissues he kept on his night stand. it's so dirty, the way his cum drips down his chest and pools in the deep crevices of his abs.

choso inevitably passes out after jerking off for hours. and somehow, his life gets even better when he wakes up. the same friend texted him another link and a message that reads, "part two lol. not as good as the first one :/"

but his friend is wrong, sort of. because this video is from your point of view, with you holding the camera as you're getting fucked. specifically, you getting fucked by the loser who just so happens to have a lip ring, and long raven hair, dark eyes, and tattoos everywhere. someone that looks almost exactly like him. he cums again at the way you spur the loser on with a sweet, sweet "bet he could fuck me better than this."

His voice sounds so strained when he asks you if you’re being serious. You simply nod in response, and feel your pussy clench when he pulls the “I need to hear you say it.” You force the image of him using those words to make you beg for his cock out of your head. That’s not what this is about – he’s waiting for you to establish your boundaries. 

“I’m serious. I know that you’re used to having a cigarette in your mouth, like, all the time,” your face shifts into a sarcastically stern expression that he doesn’t seem to find humorous in the slightest. You clear your throat. “So…you can touch me, Cho. I mean it. You can use your mouth and your tongue on me. My tits. And, we- uh, we don’t have to talk about it either.” 

“Okay,” Choso agrees easily and nods. His cravings have been getting stronger with every minute. And, oh yeah– the whole cigarettes and the withdrawal thing. He could not give a single fuck about that right now. 

He looks so damn shy as he slowly settles back down on your now-bare chest that it’s almost shocking how fast his mouth is wrapped around your hard nipple. He lets out a noise of relief, somewhere between a hum and a moan, before he starts gently sucking. At the noise you let out, undoubtedly a moan, he tilts his head upwards towards you as far as he can without detaching his lips from your nipple. The sight is so sexy and you feel a gush of slick leak into your panties when you meet your best-friends half-lidded eyes. He looks so damn relaxed, like he’s half awake but entirely still dreaming. Like they always do when he’s in your lap, your fingers find their way to his hair and scratch his scalp. You give me a half-nod to let him know he can (please) keep going. He nods back, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder before he’s laying back down. 

You throw your head back into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut when you realize that you’ve been so selfish. Yes, your whole oral fixation-based logic bullshit technically made sense. Yes, you were doing this to help him out. Like a good best friend. But truthfully, you thought about Choso every time you played with your nipples (your pussy, too), and you played with your nipples a lot. You loved using your bull nose nipple clamps and sitting on your knees at the edge of your bed like a begging slut while you rubbed your clit. Loved it because it was so easy to cum like that when you imagined Choso stood above you, one hand gently tugging at the chain while his other roughly yanked your hair. 

You snap your head off the pillow when you hear a pop. You feel the cold air hit your wet nipple and quietly whine at the loss of the warm sensation. With his mouth slightly ajar, Choso moves his hand to grab your tit and direct your nipple straight into his mouth. In a split second, he remembers you’d given him consent to use his mouth and tongue. Not his hands. And it’s the bare fucking minimum, but your best friend is just so sweet. His eyes widen and you know that he’s about to apologize. 

“You can use your hands. I want you to,” you affirm with a small smile. 

He thanks you before he squishes your tit with his hand and latches his mouth around as much of your skin as he possibly can. He bobs his head slightly up and down, spit forming in his mouth as he tries to dig himself into your skin. His hand darts to the other side of your chest to finally pay attention to your poor, poor, neglected nipple. He opens his palm to grab as much of the soft skin that he can and begins to slowly, roughly knead your tit. You can feel his palm rubbing against your nipple, but it’s not enough. You know you should be grateful, but – “fuckk, just like that, Cho.” 

Choso stops squishing your tit and begins to squeeze. His fingers slowly move inward until he has four fingers against one edge of your nipple and his thumb against the other. He pinches your small bud and fucking pulls. His fingertips squeeze your nipple tighter and tighter every second he pulls them away from your body. Slow, slow, slow, until your nipple slips from his fingertips and your tit bounces back. And then he starts squishing, and squeezing, and pulling over and over again. 

At this point, the spit in his mouth is starting to dribble down his chin. It looks like he’s trying to drown in your tits, like he wouldn’t mind if he died from suffocation if he meant he never had to pull his mouth off of you. He pushes his face and nose deeper into your skin and you feel his mouth slightly loosen. You notice just how tightly you’ve been squeezing your thighs together when your pussy pulses at the realization of what he’s about to do. 

He flicks his tongue upward, then downward, then upward again, a few slow, curious movements. And then, he starts moving his tongue faster than you thought possible, all while still looking so damn relieved and at peace. Your hips jerk up and down with his tongue and you know you’re already about to cum. Choso, who’s dreamed (and jerked off to the thought) of making you cum since he first met you, knows it too. 

“Fuck! I’m so close. M’gonna cum for you, Cho.” 

He doesn’t dare to change the speed of his tongue, but he squeezes your other nipple between his fingers and rubs it harshly while he pulls and pulls and pulls. He needs you to see you cum so fucking badly. You take the hands in his hair and shove his mouth deeper onto you. He moans into your nipple, his version of words of encouragement at the moment. The sound of his moans being muffled by your tits sends you over the edge, the reality of the situation hitting you hard. He takes the hand pinching your nipple and traces it down your spasming body to hold your hips down. 

His thumb digs into your hip bone, unconsciously rubbing soft, loving circles onto the skin. When your hips finally still and he hears you sigh, he closes his mouth tightly around you and gives your nipple one last suck. You feel your slick still leaking out when you hear the loud pop. Choso drops his forehead onto your collarbone, and feels his own hips jerk forward into your side. His cock is so fucking hard that it hurts. Honestly, he thinks the sight of your face could make him cum right now. He winces.

“Choso?” you whisper. 

He lets out a small, embarrassed “hmm” into your neck. 

“Hey, look at me,” and he does, of course. “That felt so good, Cho. Was that okay for you?” 

His hips jerk forwards again. “Yeah, fuck. I needed that. Didn’t, uh, think about cigarettes once.” He also didn’t cum, and he needs that too. He looks down and sees the small bruises starting to form on the skin from all his sucking, sees your protruding nipples, and is a second away from excusing himself to jerk off and finish in your bathroom. 

“You knowww,” you draw out, “you only sucked on one of my tits. Guess you can get to the other one next time your cravings get really bad. Unless…” 

He can not form words right now, not with you half under him and your thighs visibly tightening again. So, he grunts, and he means it to be a “what.” His very best friend, you read his mind. 

“I can feel how hard you are, Cho,” you say with a small frown. “Maybe, we could keep going until you finish?” 

Despite his borderline humping you at this point, he lets out a small laugh. “That- yeah, that wouldn’t take too long.” 

“Hmm. And what if you sucked on this one,” you say, your fingers coming up to pinch the nipple his hands had just been abusing, “and let me watch you touch yourself.” 

Yeah. That works for him. 

He does a cute, awkward crawl over you and to the other side of your body for easier access while pulling his pants and boxers down. He wastes no time and starts flicking his tongue on your nipple just as fast as before. It’s so overstimulating and painful in the very best way possible.

With how he’s laying on his side, you see and feel his fat cock resting on your hip. He wraps his hand around the base and squeezes as if trying to stop himself from cumming. It’s a useless attempt, and it only takes a few shallow and fucking fast jerks of his cock before he’s pulling his mouth away from your nipple and whining. He hurriedly shifts to stand on his knees, jerking his cock over your face.

“Please. Can I, please - oh my god, please.” 

“Yeah, baby. Wherever you want,” and like the little slut for him that you are, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. 

“Oh, fuck. Good fucking girl.” 

His eyes roll back and his jaw slacks and the sight of him is fucking beautiful. He keeps pumping his cock through his orgasm, using his hand to guide and spray his cum across your tits, on your face, and the last of it straight into your throat. And when you think there’s no way he could cum anymore, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and milk the last few drops out. You release him with a moan and leave a small kiss on his slit. 

He pulls his pants and boxers back on, tries to ignore the uncomfortable wet patch in his boxers, and grabs a washcloth from your bathroom. After he wipes your skin clean, he grabs you a pair of comfy underwear to change into. The small thong you were wearing is so wet it almost sounds heavy when it lands in your hamper. 

The two of you lay in your bed, both quiet and trying to catch your breath. You stare at the ceiling and can’t help but laugh, realizing your best friend just made you cum from nipple play. You roll over to face Choso and find the concern in his eyes.

“I know you said we didn’t have to talk about it, but, thank you. For letting me touch you like that. I’m sorry that I’ve been…such a grump… and I’m sorry if you felt pressured into letting me do that,” he says, followed by an audible swallow. 

“Cho, I loved that. I mean it. And it was my idea, you know, I just kind of took my shirt off. I probably, definitely, should have talked to you about it beforehand. I think it’d be better if we talked about it…again.”

Choso scoots close enough that you feel his breath and the faint cigarette smell has never bothered you less. He opens his mouth to speak, but realizes himself that he still faintly tastes and smells of cigarettes. He pulls his head back, clears his throat, and questions what you mean by again. 

“Well, according to the internet-” 

“Tiktok?” 

“Whatever. According to the internet, the third day of nicotine withdrawal is typically the worst. So, hopefully it’s only up from here! But, if you start to…act up again, no offense, then I have some other ideas to help you out.” 

Choso hums and squints his eyes suspiciously. “Yeah? Like what.” 

“You know, like, other things with your tongue?” 

“Ah. I think I’m still not sure what you mean.” 

You roll your eyes. Choso is not that stupid. 

“What if you showed me what you mean?” he tries. 

“Well, I’m thinking of two things, and I can really only show you one of them,” you admit honestly. 

Now, Choso could drag this out, but you just blessed him with your tits and pretty face and your orgasm. And if you’re saying what he’s ninety-nine percent sure you’re saying, he would like to do that now. 

“Oh, I get it. But I’m not eating your pussy until I kiss you first.” 

You would also like him to do that now, so it’s no surprise when your lips are on each other’s in seconds. His tongue, which left your nipples sore, by the way, swirls against yours and you immediately give in. He brings a hand to your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek so sweetly as he deepens the kiss. You’re the one to break away from the kiss first, one-hundred percent sure you were going to do this with him for the rest of your life. You rub the tip of your nose against his nose so sweetly that what comes out of your mouth next is a little shocking. 

“I need you to suck my clit, right now. Want you to shove your tongue in my pussy, Cho,” you say sternly and practically pout. There’s no need for that, you know he would never say no to that. And you’re right, of course. He kisses your nose, your lips, and your chin, before his lips are trailing down your body, stopping to pay extra attention to your nipples. You’re fully soaked when he reaches your pussy. But, like a tease, he avoids your folds and your clit for as long as he can, focusing on nipping at your thigh. 

“Still okay if I use my fingers?,” his teeth gently clamp down on your skin. Tease.

With your verbal permission, he’s wrapping his lips around your clit and curling a finger into your dripping pussy. It’s fucking perfect. 

That night, Choso learns that he would – will – never touch another cigarette in his life if it meant having you like this. He also learns that night, as do you, that you can squirt. Over and over again, apparently.

After too many orgasms on his tongue to count, he asks to please eat your pussy until you fall asleep. He kisses your clit and laps at your pussy with a flat, wide, tongue until he feels your fingers in his hair entirely loosen. With a few more kisses up and down your folds, he falls asleep laying on your thigh, his face basically buried in your pussy. 

Choso doesn’t have a chance to reminisce on his first-thing-in-the-morning cigarettes when he wakes up feeling your warm and wet heat so close to his face. He certainly doesn’t have a chance to reminisce when you wake up and ask him to please fuck you. And he’s so grateful for his best friend. Especially when you say yes to being his girlfriend while he’s impaling you with his eight inch cock. <3

You responded by sucking his fingers harder and rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts, eyes locked on his flushed face. Choso’s eyes rolled back for a second, a shaky whimper escaping his throat. “Hah—! You’re not even trying pretty girl. ” His breathing was ragged, little whimpers and broken groans slipping out. “I love it… love how loud you get for me,” he whispered hotly against your ear, voice shaky. “Just—nngh—try not to scream too loud when you cum, okay? For me?”

Even as he said it, his hips betrayed him, snapping forward harder. You nodded frantically under his hand, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure, hips bucking up to meet him like a greedy little thing. The muffled “Mmmph—! Mmmph—!” sounds kept spilling out louder.

“F-fuck… baby, you’re not even—ahh—trying,” he whimpered, voice breaking as he thrusted into your wet cunt.

Choso's forehead dropped to yours, dark hair sticking to his sweaty skin. "Shit-shit, you feel so good,” he groaned, He shifted his angle suddenly, driving even deeper, and your eyes rolled back as a loud, muffled wail tore through his fingers. His cock twitched hard inside you. "F-fuck-! There-right there, huh?" He was panting now, "Cum for me, baby. Please. I need it-need to feel you cum all over my cock.”

His hand slipped slightly from your mouth as his rhythm turned messy and desperate, hips stuttering as you came. "Choso-! Cho, fuck-!" He quickly shoved his fingers back between your lips, but it was useless. You sucked them greedily while moaning.

Your pussy gushed around his thickness as Cho rails his cock thrice more before filling you completely, warm cum filling your insides. His balls slap welt against your ass as he slows, “…You never listen,” he whispers breathlessly, voice hoarse and affectionate as a soft whimper follows right after. “And I fucking love it.”

You clear your throat, he’s too close to you, this tall man, with tattoos that you just can’t rip your eyes away from, adorning huge hands with raised blue and purple veins underneath taut skin. The music and lights of the bar all fade, like some dumb movie you’d watch, your thighs pressing together, trying to rip your gaze from him and focus.

“I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks,” you hear it then, there’s no mistaking that voice, the one that used to make you so fucking angry, the man who’d had your mother dumb in love. You glare up then, for him to look down at you, taking his glass and smirking, ruby eyes lidded as he studies you. “Ah, it’s the brat.”

“The brat? Excuse me?” You roll your eyes at him, while Sukuna studies just how fucking sexy you look right now.

You’re a little older now, you lost some of that baby face, becoming even more pretty, a sharper jut to your chin, narrowed eyes with your lips all glossy and pursed together in irritation. Your hair falls against bare shoulders, you’ve got a different style than you did then to it, silky against your bare skin in that slutty little excuse for an outfit you’re wearing.

He drifts his gaze down to breasts begging for his hands, nipples pressing against pathetic fucking material, some velvet and lace bodice that should be in a bedroom only. He resists the urge to throw his coat over you, before eyeing the boy behind you trying to make conversation.

He gives him such a look that the boy literally fucking runs away, much to Sukuna’s amusement, smirking when you look over your shoulder. “Huh, looks like he got annoyed by you finally.”

“You’re still such a dick, nothing’s changed, huh?” You scoff, rolling your eyes then, he sits down casually, eyeing your empty glass.

“Want a drink?” You pause then, his thigh is brushing against yours, he’s close - too close again. “You’re old enough now, yeah?”

“Twenty-five. And you? Fifty yet?”

“You’re still bitchy as ever,” he rolls his eyes at you, leaning back on the seat a bit, sipping his glass, you watch his adam’s apple bob, the dark lights glinting off his frosty pink locks. “Thirty five.”

“I forgot mom was a cougar,” he chuckles a bit, the sound throaty and doing too much. “You still talk to her?”

“Yeah, I do. She invited me to your sister’s wedding. Me and her were pretty cool with each other – you were the little brat.”

“Yeah well sorry I didn’t want you trying to tell me what to do,” he leans forward, a fist under his chin, elbow on the bar.

“Your mom still a bitch to you?”

You pause, blinking a bit. “She’s always disappointed, if that’s what you mean, she’ll always be her favorite.”

Sukuna pauses a bit, the reason he and your mother didn’t work out had a lot to do with how stuck up and pretentious she was, of course she was beautiful and fun for the time, but she also just didn’t give a fuck. Especially about you from what he can briefly remember sticking around when you were eighteen and trying to figure out college.

“You got invited, huh?” He blinks a bit, the past slipping some. “Mom want some dick again?”

He laughs then, a husky, throaty laugh, running a hand through his hair. “If she does, I sure won’t be giving it to her.”

“What are you dating? My condolences to her.” His eyes narrow at your mean little smile.

“Nope,” he taps your glass again. “Do you want a drink or not?”

“I dunno, former step-dad.”

He scowls now, you’re giggling until he leans far too close, lips a breath away from yours. “Never was your fucking ‘step dad’. Unless,” his fingers drift across your cheek now. “You wanted me to be, ya got that many mommy issues?”

“You fucking wish,” you slap his hand, scowling up at him, meeting his energy in that moment. “Get me one then.”

“What little bitch drink are you having?”

“Dirty shirley.”

He laughs at you again, you shove his big ass, feeling those biceps under your hand. “The bitchiest of drinks.”

“Oh fuck you,” he chuckles and orders you one anyway, judgy as fuck when the bartender pops in a pretty cherry. “Thanks I guess.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you brush your hair back off your shoulders, exposing far too much of your pretty shoulders, lips wrapping around the straw. “Drinking your sorrows?”

“What do you care?”

“We’re both here, might as well catch up with my former almost step daughter.” You shove at his big body, he snorts in laughter, irritating you to no end. “Thought this was your kink.”

“Psh, you’re so annoying I swear. I’m doing music and busy being the family disappointment.” You raise your glass in a toast, he can’t stop the grin on his face.

“Could disappoint them more.”

“You think so?” He leans back, putting the crystal glass back up to his lips.

“Of course you can. You could become a stripper, they'd love that.”

“Shit, I could, maybe dance at the bachelor party?”

“There you go, that’d really get ‘em going,” you laugh then, the sound too pleasing to his ears. “You’re failing at being the disappointment.”

“I am, truly,” something feels almost comfortable about Sukuna in that moment, you try to ignore how sexy he looks when he loosens his black tie, swallowing more of your pink drink down. “I never liked you.”

“I know,” the lights flit a bit, casting shadows on a face that looks a little too fucking good to your buzzed senses. “I didn’t like you much, just a little brat. You still are it seems.”

“You’re still a dick it seems,” Sukuna just winks at you. “And pretentious.”

“Any other words?”

“Obnoxius, rude, annoying-”

“Just say you wanna fuck me already,” you shove at him again. “You ready for the wedding then? Gonna be in some ugly bridesmaid dress?”

“Of course I will be, it’s the ugliest thing I’ve seen too.” You pick up your phone, showing him a picture of you in it.

“Disgusting.”

“I know!”

“You’ll look like a fucking yellow bird in that thing.”

“It’s so ugly, I have to wear it to the rehearsal dinner too. Are you going to that?” 

“I am, I’m not looking forward to seeing your mom again.”

“Aw,” you trail your fingers up his chest teasingly, a pout on your face. “Poor Sukuna, did she break your wittle heart?”

“You’re such a little brat,” he snatches your wrist then, big fingers entrapping it, leaning close to you. “You know your mom.”

“Not quite like you.”

“We’ve both been inside her tech– shit come back!?” You’re already hopping your drunk ass off the seat.

“I’ll deal with you tomorrow,” you mumble, so done with him then, yet he’s following you. “Are you bored?”

“Are you mad?” You scowl at him now, standing towards the entrance, your jacket slung over your arm. “Upset it isn’t you?”

“You’re trying to piss me off, doesn’t make any sense either, I won’t get you hooked back up with mommy.”

“You keep bringing her up,” he leans low, brushing your hair back, you tremble just a bit at the proximity. “You look good as fuck, y’know that?”

“Oh shut up,” you shove at him again. “What, do I look like mom?”

“Much hotter,” you scoff then, but the words have their fucked effect, his big hand on your waist with his lips against your ear when you phone rings. He pulls back and you take a step away, outside catching your breath. The fucker follows you out, lighting up a cigarette casually.

“Yeah, what’s up mom?” You ask, eyes flitting over to Sukuna’s form, leaning against the brick wall.

“What are you doing, I need you to help with plans! This is your sister’s wedding, you know!” Your jaw sets, hands clutching the phone tightly.

“Mom I’ve helped a ton, I just really needed a break.”

“And where are you – let me guess, drinking?”

“And?”

Her sigh of disappointment is louder than anything. “Get yourself together, your sister at your age was already engaged! She was in charity events and-”

“Yeah, I’m aware she’s perfect,” your voice is quiet, but Sukuna hears it, taking a drag on his cigarette, poking around on his own phone. “You don’t have to constantly remind me.”

“Maybe it will be motivational,” you almost laugh at her then. “Fine just don’t show up hungover to this rehearsal, the entire family will be there.”

“And they’ll all be drinking anyway, but sure I will be bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

“I’ll see you then.” She hangs up, you look up at the night sky for a moment, seeing the soft twinkling of the stars, before looking back.

“You smoke now?”

“Bad habit I picked up,” he murmurs, lips wrapping around it to take another drag, puff of smoke rising into the air, he flicks it quickly, hands back in his pockets. “Does mommy want you to leave?”

You laugh a bit without humor then, eyeing the time. “It is eleven, but I have my own suite, she just wants to have plenty of control.”

“Ya gonna give it to her?” You walk over then, shaking your head and brushing past him to the door.

“Wanna play darts?”

He grins, and soon the two of you are going head to head, and fuck Sukuna is competitive at it. They fly with expert precision, zooming past and landing bulls eyes over and over, your own join and meet his, red and black darts scattered all across the board. He’s got you another drink, you’re throwing back a shot with him and laughing, it’s far, far too easy to be around him.

Something you really never expected was that, Sukuna being easy to be around, he was intelligent and sarcastic as can be, but ultimately just fun. You’re laughing so much you almost forget the shitty mindset you were in before, a little too close to him when it’s your turn, soon people are watching you two, seeing the insane back to back competition.

“Hah, I owned your ass!” You flip him off as you pull back your last dart on the board, a big grin on your face that Sukuna finds far too attractive, it’s entirely impossible to register you as the same girl who used to piss him off all the time.

When he dated your mom you hated him, but you also seemed to not be able to stand your own mother. At first it seemed you were just a little brat or something, but he realized that there was clearly more to it in time. You never failed to stick your tongue out at him or 

“I guess you did win,” Sukuna leans too close, chest right against your face as he pulls out your winning dart, you inhale that cologne, tummy tightening with his every movement. “What do you want for winning?”

“I get something, huh?” He nods, his hand slipping across your bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in its trail.

“What would you want me to do, huh brat?”

“You’re at my mercy?” You raise a brow, body thrumming with a heady mix of desire and how fucked up this would be, to do what you’re thinking of with him.

“Never mind, you look scary as fuck, whatever you’re thinking,” he goes to pull away when you tug at his tie, pulling him down to you. “What is it?”

“Make me cum.”

Sukuna doesn’t spend another minute before he’s kissing you right there, lips mean and messy, hands slipping up your hips to tug you against him, leaning you against the wall with his hard body pressed against you. You gasp out, letting his tongue slip in, the faint taste of cigarettes and whiskey lingering on his lips. Sukuna moans and his hands grip your ass right there.

“Not here, are you insane?” You pull back and see his grin plastered on his face now.

“Make you cum, been a while?” He cups your face in a way that’s anything but delicate or sweet.

“Maybe,” you admit, his thigh pressing against your heat, pressing up so that you’re right against him.

“Fingers or mouth?” You blink in surprise then, flushing and looking down, Sukuna chuckles. “Cock? All three?”

“You’re slutty.”

“You’re slutty,” you kiss him again, the alcohol making your head swirl, any decisions being made in your brain shoved away for just how wet you are. “Slutty and soaking wet.”

“Shh,” you grab his wrist, navigating your way through the sea of bodies until you’re both stumbling into a bathroom, he tugs down your top, moaning.

“Filled out-”

“I will hit you,” he snorts and picks you up like you’re fucking nothing, dragging you over to the counter and spreading your thighs. “Mnh!”

“Shh, keep it shut,” he murmurs, your hands grip on his pink locks when he shoves up your dress, slipping your panties aside and groaning out. “Fuck…”

You arch your hips for him, when he laps up juices that have already spilled down your inner thigh, they’re trembling on either side of his head, cunt already pulsing from his breaths. Some odd, fucked up part of you wonders if your mom had him like this, and you try to feel some guilt, but the moment he parts your folds and flicks his tongue up your slit, the thoughts vanish.

“Oh fuck!” He chuckles and covers your mouth, hovering over you, looking down at you fucked out eyes.

“Keep it down, brat, ya that pathetic? Gonna cum from a lick?” You’re just desperately whining against his palm, when he’s back down there, tongue flicking mean while your head presses against the mirror.

“Sukuna…” You’re gushing down his mouth, ecstasy shooting straight through everywhere his tongue dives and slips, fucking you with it then. Your walls grip his wet muscle, the man you couldn’t stand who was with the woman you can’t stand, worshipping you right in the club bathroom. “Ah!”

“Mmm,” he’s slurping up all of your juices then, gummy walls gripping his tongue so tightly he can’t stand it. You’re so sweet then, for the mean little brat you usually are, all pliant and needy. He can’t help but look up at your already fucked out face and grin against you. “Prettier than moms.”

“You’re so fucked up,” you’re wetter though, he notices when his fingers slip up inside your hole, curling up and down, stretching you so much. “Tighter?”

“You’re the fucked up one,” he flicks his tongue on your clit. “Mommy issues out the ass.”

“Shh, get back down,” you shove his face back against you, and he’s so hard it hurts, throbbing and leaking pre, dying to be back inside you. “Mnh! There, there…”

He pulls back right before you’re about to cum, earning your soft whine, he keeps his two fingers pumping up and down, gripping your hair and pulling you to him. “Open, brat.”

You don’t know why, but you easily obey his command, doing just that and opening for his spit, mixed with your flavor, you swallow it down and get even wetter, so wet his fingers slip out, earning your frustrated whine. “Lemme cum, please.”

“You will,” he yanks them out again, shoving them in your mouth so deep you almost choke, sucking yourself off them desperately. “Good little whore.”

“Fuck you,” he just chuckles, pulling you down, you hear the unzipping of his slacks as he turns you to face the mirror then. “Watch your face while I make you cum, huh?”

You would say something smart, but you’re aching, soft moans escaping your throat – nodding quickly as he slips his spit soaked fingers down and into your snug little hole again. He moans against your ear, your taste soaking his mouth now, stroking his cock with his other hand, dying to slip it inside you, but also noticing your face is just too pretty.

He’d thought so years ago, you first met him the summer before college, in some tiny little outfit that had him feeling fucked up, but he promised then he’d avoid that. Yet he couldn’t help himself, finding you on instagram later, jerking it to your pictures long after he split up from your mom, and your body was better than he could imagine, he almost whispers it to you.

No way he gets that vulnerable though, you clearly want to cum and have some serious issues with your mother, and he’s glad to enable if it means he can fuck your pretty cunt at least once. You’re gasping out the quicker they go, teeth clenched together with the stretch, trying desperately not to make much noise though your cunt is loud enough with every movement.

Your hazy mind wonders just how you got here then - With Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers scissoring in and out of your slick cunt - the man who dated your mom for years, the one you can’t fucking stand, arrogant smirk devious as he moves them up and down. The pressure is too much, your head falls back, for his tattooed hand to grab a tit and squish.

“Ah!” You can’t stop that noise from escaping, before biting your lip, trying to hold back the noise.

“Such a little slut, already squirting down my fingers,” you looked in the mirror, Sukuna’s thick digits coated in your slick slipping into your mouth again, while his cock started rubbing up and down your slit. “Hah - fuckin look at you, ya want this inside you brat? Should beg for it.”

You shook your head, even as you arch your ass out for his cock, letting his tip glide between your folds, making lewd and wet noises that echo in the club’s bathroom, teeth nipping his fingers. “No, sure won’t – can’t stand you.”

“Ah, really? Why ya so soaked then, huh?” he’s grinning with a sharp flash of white teeth, lifting your thigh up so a knee was on the counter, pressing in then, hearing your gasp. “Fuck, feel her gripping me. You really hate your mom this much?”

“Just fuck me and shut up already - ah!” Sukuna needs no further urging, his cock is stretching you out so much you can’t take it, screaming out and earning a hand clamped around your mouth.

“So tight, loosen the fuck up,” he grumbles, you scowl even as your hole is quivering, gushing liquid all down his shaft, his fingers sink into your thighs, shoving his cock in so deep you can’t take it. “Feel her grippin’ me, tryna make me bust quick?”

“No, want you to make me cum first,” you take his hand off your face as you speak, slipping it down to touch your clit, he groans, fucking you harder, your hand guiding his to get that perfect angle, your legs are shaking, your vision blurring.

"Feel better than her too," you're desperately crying out at that, clamping down on his thick, veiny cock. "That get you closer? Fucked up little girl, aren't you?"

"Fuck you," you are but right now you just want every thought fucked out of your head, and Sukuna’s cock is so big it’s hard to get irritated with his snarky grin in that reflection. He pulls his finger off and you gasp. “Put it back!”

“Not till I say so,” he smacks your clit hard instead, lifting you when your knees buckle like it’s nothing. “Think you tell me what to do?”

“Lost darts, such a l-loser -hah!” He scowls and fucks you harder, which was exactly your goal, pretty grin on your face that makes him pulse inside you - tightest little grip he’s ever felt.

“Crazy little brat,” he huffs, but he’s lost in you, in not just how good you feel on his cock, his tip slamming that cervix, but your little sounds, your movements, your eyes rolling back in your skull. Sukuna loves to fuck, but he’s never felt whatever psycho witch magic you’re putting on him, burying his face for a moment. “Feel s’perfect.”

“Huh? Ah!” You think you hear something, but Sukuna just bites the fuck out of your neck instead, your head falls to the side, crying out to let him finally toy with your needy, twitchy clit. “Please, there, there.”

“Needy whore,” he is spitting the meanest words but all it does is make you closer, tummy clenching with hot need, his cock ruining you for anyone – even if you’d never fucking say it. “Need it?”

“Yes, f-fuck just, keep going,” your voice is a hoarse little whisper, one of his hands is toying with a nipple, the other working your clit while his cock drags on your spot, blinding you. “Oh god…”

“That’s it, cum on your stepdad’s cock,” you glare at him, even as he chuckles against your skin, ruby eyes lit up in the mirror. “Cunt is pulsing, you love that nasty shit, admit it.”

“You’re n-nasty, shut the fuck up and – oh my god,” you’re shattering with one more thrust and roll of his rough fingers, desperately whining out while he keeps pumping. Sukuna is holding you there in that sweet spot, making you shake and quiver while your orgasm shuts off your damn brain. “Ngh!”

“Look at that, the stepdad got you squirting,” you would glare if you weren’t trembling, he’s thickening inside you, slowing his movements, letting you ride it out on his slick cock. “Damaged fucking brat, feel this good?”

“It’s the m-mental issues,” he grins and you weakly laugh, for a moment you don’t know why you hated him so much, but only a moment. "Fuck me harder."

God Sukuna thinks he’s in love right now.

“Freaky slut, just wanna get used?”

You nod, he grabs your throat and chokes you, slamming into you like he owns you, like you're just a toy for his pleasure. He's relentless, his cock hitting you in all the right places, making you feel so full, his filthy strokes so loud they’re echoing.

"F-fuck... you're gonna make me cum," he grunts, his grip on your hips tightening. "You want it?"

"Y-yes," you pant, throat constricted, your eyes wide with lust. You want to feel him fill you up, to know that you've made him lose control just like he's made you.

“Can you take it all?”

“Shut up and cum, stepdad,” you tease, but he moans then, kissing your lips all sloppy, saliva dripping with the drool that’s pooled down the side of your lips, his hot cum flooding your pussy. 

For a moment, you're lost in the haze of pleasure, the world outside the bathroom forgotten completely, so warm and dripping him already. But reality quickly crashes back in after he pumps a few more times, murmuring your name, pastel locks damp and sticking to his brow. You start to come to a bit, even drunk, and you realize what you've done. What you're still doing.

Maybe you feel just a little bad that his cum is starting to drip from your hole, but only the tiniest bit. He pulls out with a wet, suctioned pop and leaves you so empty you have to bite back the whine. You struggle to get your breath, shaking your head to clear your mind and grabbing at napkins, he smacks them out of the way, smirking and turning you to face him.

“Lemme clean up, weirdo,” he chuckles, slipping his two fingers down to where his milky seed is dripping, swirling around it until he shoves it back inside you. You gasp, head falling back, lashes fluttering shut and the soreness you already have, he just presses that cum right back in. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t waste it, you won it you know,” he pumps it up again, curling his fingers so that you almost cum again, pushing it even deeper, before pulling them out with a filthy wet squelch, sucking his own white ropes and you arousal off his fingers. He moans then, pink lashes fluttering shut, cheeks hollowing.

You stare, mouth open, waiting for red eyes to focus on you. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Tasting us,” he tilts your chin up and kisses your lips, mixing both of your flavors on your tongue in the sluttiest fucking action. “Mnh…”

You both pull apart quickly when someone opens the bathroom, Sukuna has your tits put up but they’re stumbling drunk and giggling, staring at their phone. Your reality does start to hit, cursing yourself and rushing out then, adjusting your dress that he had up your thighs.

Fuck that felt too good.

Your sister calls you now, you answer as Sukuna unhurriedly steps out of the ladies room. “Yeah sis?”

“Oh my god, did you hear Sukuna is coming? Ah I loved him! I wish mom had stayed with him, you know?”

You frown, eyeing Sukuna and his shit eating grin. “Um… yeah I guess he was okay.”

“Mom still has the hots for him, wouldn’t it be romantic if she got back with him?” You almost laugh out loud at the absurdity of it, the smallest guilt seeping in more and more, but you throw back another shot, drinking it down. “Also if you got with someone finally!”

“Yeah, I dunno about mom or me, but I’m glad for you sis,” she sighs. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yes, love you!”

“Love you too,” you hang up the phone, Sukuna leans over the bar then, handing the bartender his card.

“Pay for hers too,” you raise a glass to him, his lips twitch up at the corners. “You got a ride back?”

“I’ll get an uber.”

“It’s nothing to -”

“There, got one,” you smile at him and wave the screen. “But thank you for offering.”

“Yeah,” he wants more of you, that could not be enough. He won’t say that shit out loud though. “See you at the..." he smirks now. "Rehearsal.”

“Yeah, um…” you awkwardly stand there, looking down as he looks too intently at you. “Night.”

You rush off without another word, inhaling the night air and wondering just how bad you fucked it all up.

your reply comes with hearting his messages. shutting his phone off as he heads downstairs. unfortunately for him, a few of his frat brothers were up. and it was the worst two.

geto glances behind gojo noticing sukuna coming down the steps, his brow quirks as he looks at the time. gojo whips around, knowing smirk tugging on his lips.

“you know this thing between you guys is supposed to be convenient, not inconvenient,” gojo points with a stupid grin as geto stifles a snort.

sukuna flips them off, pulling his hoodie over his head, eyes laced with sleep. but gojo persists, turning to lean over the back of the couch, the tv still playing a stupid movie they were up watching.

“you know you can say no, that is a consenting word for both women and men,” gojo continues nagging.

“do you ever shut the fuck up? how do you know I’m not the one asking to come over, dipshit?” sukuna barks, tired of their consistent nagging. that’s when geto decides to unwelcomely join in.

“because you said and I quote— i fuckin’ hate going outta my way for pussy —and quote.” geto’s words hang heavy in the air, and the only rebuttal came a few long seconds later when sukuna scoffs loud, muttering for them to stay the fuck outta f’his business before slamming the front door shut behind him.

snickering to themselves, gojo and geto roll their eyes at their knowingly oblivious friend.

but luckily, that short conversation with dumb and dumber didn’t set sukuna back from arriving at your apartment on time. and just a quick knock had you opening the door, face laced with just as much exhaustion as his as you allowed him inside. he shut the door behind him, kicking his shoes off as he followed you into your small cozy living room. the tv still playing some show and a bunch of blankets stacked messily on the couch where you’d been sitting.

he’d never admit it out loud, but he loved your tiny apartment. it didn’t smell bad like his frat, and you had cute trinkets and decorations everywhere which made it feel so warm and lived in. and the best part is that you lived alone which meant the entire place smelled like you.

“you want some water?” you yawn, going to your fridge. his brow slightly raised, gaze swiping over your state.

“sure,” he mutters, voice groggier than when he left the house. he yawns again, leaning against the small column between your little kitchen and living room, hands deep in his pocket as he watches you with a tired expression. something was definitely wrong, he thinks. but you stayed silent, grabbing a glass from the shelf and pulling out the brita and pouring him a cup in your oversized long sleeved shirt —wait that may be one of his— and pajama shorts. your fluffy sock covered feet padded gently back to him, passing him the glass as you stifle another yawn.

the apartment is quiet, aside from the tv. he downs the drink in a few gulps, when you decide to gently press yourself against him. burying your face in his chest, humming to yourself as his warmth and scent envelop you.

his hand falls atop of your head, petting you, as he exhales along with your shaky one. “are you tired?” you mutter, glancing up at him, and he can already see your glossy eyes reflected off the light.

he ignores the twist in his gut, clicking his tongue. he discards the glass on the counter before bending down to lift you up. your arms and legs immediately lock around him, as his hand holds your jaw, lips finding yours easily.

he hums, tired and satisfied as your lips move against his lazy, and needy, an invisible string tugging at his chest whenever you pull off with soft sighs before pecking his lips again, catching your breath. he falls back on your comfy couch, practically sinking into it, hands gliding against the bare skin of your thighs as you continue making out. the movie had finished as the apartment now only filled with sounds of your lips smacking against one another.

your chest was pressed close to his, arms locked around his shoulders. and his eyes closed, exhaustion so heavy on his shoulders he can’t help the satisfied hums he lets out when you take charge.

“were you about to sleep when I texted?” you whisper against his lips, keeping your voice soft.

and he just hums low and deep. dark lashes kissing the tattoos on his cheek before opening his eyes again to catch your soft unreadable expression. his hand gives your thigh another lazy squeeze.

“ma i—,” he stifles another yawn. “i think i can just go one round,” he admits, eyes laced with sleep.

and you feel bad. your hand caressing his cheek, gaze downcast as you trace his lips, “i’ll do the work.” you whisper softly against his lips. “i asked you to come.”

his crimson eyes try to gage your reaction, but you’re pretty neutral. “s fine,” he hums, but you shake your head, pushing him to stay on the couch as you climb off gently.

his breath is even, biting his cheek as he watches you push yours shorts down your soft thighs. eyes sweeping over your figure noting the slick collecting between your puffy folds.

“you’re so hot,” his compliment had you humming, practically used to it, as you climb back on his lap. “you don’t need any stretching?”

his veiny fingers dance between your thighs, ghosting over your warm cunt ready to plunge two fingers in. but you just shake your head tugging his waistband. “m’ good—“

“you always cry,” he deadpans.

“I don’t.”

“you do,” he snorts when you narrow your eyes at him. “pleasee s’ too big ryo-ryo—ahh!” he mocks your moans.

your cheeks catch aflame, swatting his shoulder, “I don’t sound like that,” you huff.

sukuna just licks his teeth in reply, shrugging. “sounds like that to me, maybe just a tad more pathetic,” he adds, and you can only frown, blush easily giving you away. but he he pulls his hoodie off and lifts his hips up and pushing his sweats just a little past his toned hips freeing his growing erection. “don’t start crying.”

“I won’t.”

your hands press into his shoulders, lifting yourself up as he swipes his tip through your folds teasing you as he collects your wetness and using it to lube his heavy cock. his cock stiffens more, the weight never fails to make you drip and it never fails to make his chest flush.

“you naturally wet for me?”

you roll your eyes, ignoring the flush that spreads across your cheeks. “shut up.”

and he laughs, light and easy, before pushing his engorged tip inside your tight crevice. your jaw falls agape easily, lips parted perfectly as his muscles strain. “always so-fuckin tight, ma,” a throaty groan slips out, humming as your cunt hugs him like a warm blanket.

your lips part again, sighing as you ride his fat tip lazily, moaning so gently when more of his thick girth would push inside, stretching you in that comforting way that makes you feel like he’s apart of you. his hand lazily holds your ass, grunting with each bounce. your lips kiss his ear, as soft gentle sighs of pleasure escape sending immediate shivers down his spine.

“ryo…” you softly moan, “tha-haah—thank you for…coming.”

your words hang heavy in the air. accompanied by your hiccuped moans.

and his eyes widen.

then his cheeks burn. heart hammering loud against his chest, all unbeknownst to you as you continue moaning with each grind and bounce of his cock. the squelching of his cock kissing your cervix and mixing your insides had you spinning. you loved his dick, you loved how big it was inside, you loved his big body holding you as you rode him.

“fuck, tell me how much more you love my dick,” he snorts between pants.

and you’re not even embarrassed that you’d said that all out loud, because you were tired, and the only thing the could ease your nerves and put you to sleep was this man and his huge fucking dick.

“angh—feels good—haah,” your pants grow needier along with your hips, the claps of your ass coming back down on his thigh had his head falling back, eyes shut in pleasure and jaw locked as he moans your name low and deep. you hum against his ear, as he squeezes your ass like he always does, kneading the flesh in his calloused palms before lifting you up just slightly and snapping his hips up with a sharp thrust.

your eyes bulge, crying out. “ryo!”

“s’okay, keeping riding my dick,” sukuna grunts, body and cheeks hot as sweat trickles down his forehead.

but you’re trembling, and squeak out a muttered rebuttal. “y’r…too big.”

you gasp when he spreads his meaty thighs apart and you feel his cock go deeper, your tummy bulging.

and he snorts, expecting those words to slip out, especially when he sees the way your eyes start to tremble, sweat lightly covering your forehead. “cmon,” he grinds up, clearly lazy and exhausted, “texting me on a fuckin Tuesday night, can’t expect me to fuck ya into the couch.”

you whine, annoying and needy, “I know,” you huff.

“then stop bitching and keep movin’, brat,”

he gives your ass a lazy slap, making you clench up but pick up the the pace a little. still tired, you continue riding him, lips parting with every roll of your hips, especially when he’d give the occasional thrust up, “haah ya, that’s it…just like that,” he grunts, jaw locked, clearly on the edge from exhaustion and your moans earlier.

you hum, grinding your hips down and rubbing your clit against his pubes, your lips part, eyes glossy once again as you stare down at the man, your hand lifting his and placing it under your shirt to cup your boob.

and that was his final straw. his hips buck involuntarily, face scrunched in pleasure releasing a guttural moan shooting his cum deep inside you, the piercing white orgasm practically knocking the wind out of him momentarily, balls tightening up again as you continue grinding a little faster, keeping your hand over his as you snuggle your cheek against his palm.

“fuck, ryo—“

his eyes are hazy as he looks back up at you, blinking away the orgasm, trying his best to thrust up, helping you. but your eyes are shut, quiet moans filling the air as he watches the way a few loose hairs stick to your forehead, and your flushed cheeks and you finally clench up around him and body tensing as the coil deep in your core snaps.

“angh—!”

the cry was soft and high as you shake, cumming around him. his cum oozes out, painting your inner thighs and his as your mixed arousal slides down his balls. a feeling he always relishes in, leaning back on the couch, eyes closed in bliss and exhaustion.

and you’re still panting above him, just as tired, sighing contently slumping on top of him. and your breathing is synced now, neither of you ready to move yet, but when you do, sukuna keeps a tight grip around your waist, arm locked in a hug.

“you’re so warm,” his voiced laced with sleep.

you hum, but try wiggle again, ready to knock out after calling him to fuck you to sleep instead of taking melatonin like a normal person.

“ryo…I’m tired,” you whine, muscles weak against his lazy grip. especially when his breathing turns even, body heating up as sleep continues dragging him further into the warm cushions.

he grunts in reply, before it cut off by a loud long yawn.

“same,” he finally gets out. “so let’s just stay like this.”

your cheeks burn, momentarily stunned, because this felt…intimate. especially when he lays across the couch lazy and warm, keeping you on top of him and shifting his hips just a bit, sighing loud when you clench around him. “fuck you’re like the perfect blanket,” he mutters, raspy tone going straight to your cheeks.

and you don’t say anything, keeping your face buried in his shoulder, letting the weight of sleep, and his soft cock nestled deep inside you, take over.

and maybe you made up for the very intimate night when the sun rose, and a sleep deprived sukuna grunts in pleasure, rolling you on your back caging you under him so he can piston his morning wood in your squelching cunt, hitting your cervix a bit to accurately for the morning.

you’re groggy from sleep, whining as he grunts with each sharp thrust, muscles all flexing, pushing your shirt up again to suck your nipples sore. your back arching off the couch, eyes laced with sleep and unshed tears, and your nails decorate his muscular back with new marks.

“you’re so wet, haah—so good,” he continues panting, cheeks flushed, eyeing your pussy spreading everytime he thrusts in, the frothy wet ring sticking to his pubes every time he snaps his hips.

and neither of you talk about him having his flaccid cock in you all night, or how calming it was to have each other so late at night. because it was true, the moment was intimate, you both knew it, and maybe that’s why neither of you could tell your friends.

it’s gotten to the point where you both could already predict what they’re gonna say—gojo and geto would laugh their asses off, proving how your relationship is much more than what he thinks. and shoko and utahime would give you another lecture about how this is gonna blow up in your face if it’s not addressed properly.

but fuck it. seriously.

if you both are okay with it, then what’s the problem?

frat!kuna series

Step-Bro!Choso likes to walk around the house in just his boxers. Having come from an all-male household, he never felt the need to cover up. And though you’ve told him off so many times since you’ve all moved in together, three months ago, he never seems to remember. 

He leaves his room with ruffled hair and plaid pyjama trousers hanging dangerously low on his hips revealing a V-line leading to a place you’ve been trying really hard not to think about. And it’s so hard to when you’ve actually seen the damn thing, and good god, it’s huge -- he really needs to stop forgetting his towel when he comes out of the bathroom. 

“Sorry sis. I forgot again,” he gives you a sheepish shrug. “Bathroom’s free though!”

Step-Bro!Choso is touchy. He loves to cuddle. He does it with Yuji, with his dad, even your mother. Whether it’s just a side hug or one from the back, he does it with everyone, he even greets with his friends with hugs. But with you…

You swear it’s more than just an expression of familial affection. Your new brother doesn’t need to linger, his hands shouldn’t be gripping your hips, arms should not be circling your waist, pushing your tits up and bouncing them when he lifts you. And he really really shouldn’t be rubbing something hard against your ass. 

Step-Bro!Choso swears he can’t sleep when it’s thundering outside. He’s practically shaking when you open your door for him, and what kind of cruel monster would you be if you didn’t let him in? 

“It’s too loud. Can I stay with you for tonight, again?”

So, you lead him to your bed, letting him climb in behind you. His naked back warming your body, arms holding you tight against him whilst he buries his face into the crook of your neck. It’s his tears of fear that wet your skin and not the open-mouthed kisses he’s leaving there, nipping and sucking until your thighs are squeezing together. 

You feel his cold piercings against your skin -- the ones of his eyebrow, and oh no, the one on his tongue?

He pushes his own leg between yours, and his muscular thigh pressing right against your damp panties provides the perfect amount of friction for your throbbing clit. One of his hands creeps under your big shirt, cupping a tit there and letting the weight ground him. He doesn’t pinch your nipples like you’d like him to, just lets you ride his thigh for however long you need. 

Sleep finds both of you after your dull orgasm.

Step-Bro!Choso doesn’t correct people when they think you’re dating. You’d be shopping in a grocery store, his hand tucked inside your jean pocket, cupping your ass, letting you guide him through the aisles. When an elderly lady coos at you both, calling you a lovely pair, he does nothing but grin and bring you closer to press a kiss on your cheek. 

“Thank you! That’s so sweet.” 

He’ll have a smile on for the rest of the day. 

Step-Bro!Choso insists on teaching you how to swim. Tanning by the pool whilst he and Yuji play mermaids isn’t good enough, he says. So, you dip a toe in, testing the temperature, before completely submerging yourself. He comes up behind you, hands on your waist as he encourages you to trust him. 

“Come on! If I can teach Yuji, I can teach you,” he beams at you, his pinky finger tracing the hem of your bikini panties. “Plus, it’s an important skill to have, sis.”

Trusting him, you let his hands wander — he teaches you how to move your arms by guiding them, his hand presses on your stomach to ensure you know how to steady your breath, and he even holds your head down under water to so you know what your limits are. 

You try very hard to ignore that blush on his cheeks when you finally resurface, coughing and spluttering, and the way he's drawn to your heaving chest. Or the fact that his hands kneading your ass serves no educational function, nor does being topless. But he insists that it’s more 'hydrodynamic', that it helps to streamline you when there’s as minimal fabric as possible. 

“I swear, it’s true!” He says as he cups both of your tits under the water whilst your parents come out to the garden, flicking the tips and making the water ripple.

“What are you guys up to?” Your mother asks, more focused on reapplying sunscreen to Yuji’s face. 

Step-Bro!Choso is a good liar. He replies without missing a beat, “Just teaching my sis how to swim.”

Both of your parents seem very proud, likely pleased that everyone’s getting along. Little do they know, you’re getting along very well, if the hot length tucking itself inside your bikini bottom, rubbing along your cheeks, is anything to go by. 

Step-Bro!Choso is a medical expert. When you complain about a headache, instead of paracetamol and a glass of water, he gives you a hands-on service. He promises that it’s a natural and superior method of clearing one of ailments. And he’s older, so he knows more. Of course. As he’s listing off all the benefits, he’s lying you back on the sofa and pulling your shorts down, panties sliding down your legs. 

And then his mouth is on your pussy, licking and sucking all your juices like a man starved. He thrusts his tongue inside, curving it and allowing you to lose yourself to the pleasure, headache forgotten about. Your hands don’t know where to go but he guides them to his ponytails, humming in satisfaction when you don’t hesitate to pull him closer to your sloppy pussy. 

“God, I knew you'd taste as good as you look,” he mutters against your clit. 

There’s shuffling outside the front door and your eyes dart to the wiggling handle. Panicked, you’re trying to push his face away, hissing at him to let you go because your parents came home earlier than planned. 

Step-Bro!Choso only pins your thighs to the sofa with greater strength and dives into your cunt with increased fervour. He’s practically making out with your pussy, his eyes rolling back whilst he kneels on the floor, worshiping your body like he has no care in the world. 

“It’s okay, sissy. I locked the door and took their keys,” he whines into your clit, the vibrations wringing a silent moan from you, the metal ball on his tongue providing delicious friction. “Just cum before they find the spare key under the plant pot.”

And you do. 

Right as the door swings open, you’re being covered with a blanket, and your stepbrother is wiping his chin with his sleeve and offering to help his father with the heavy groceries, pressing a kiss right onto your mother’s cheek and never breaking eye contact with you. 

“Darling, why are you so flushed?” Your new father asks, his hand pressing against your forehead. 

Step-Bro!Choso yells from the kitchen, “Oh, she said she had a headache. But don’t worry, I took care of it!”

He sure did. And he continues to do every time you have a headache and even when you don’t. Sometimes, you’ll be in the kitchen, looking over the living room where your parents are watching TV, chopping vegetables across the kitchen island. He’ll come to offer his assistance and instead of sorting the boiling pot on the hob or setting the table, he, instead, drops to his knees again, pulls your shorts down, and stuff his face into your ass. 

You blame the wet noises of the pasta that is way past al dente by now when your mother asks what all the hubbub is. 

Step-Bro!Choso sits in the back of the car with you. Your parents are at the front, Yuji is in his car seat beside you, asleep, and your thigh is pressed against your older stepbrother’s ripped jeans. Whilst the two argue about the directions, he throws his jacket over your laps and leads your hand to his hard on. 

When you unzip his jeans and let his cock spring free, your eyes remain on your parents, scared they’ll see the odd placement of the jacket, the way you’re both blushing and biting your lips, and the fact that something is moving up and down, getting faster and faster underneath. 

“What do you guys want to eat?” His dad asks, pulling up to a fast-food chain. 

You reply, “Whatever’s good with me.”

And Step-Bro!Choso whispers in your ear, “My little sister’s pussy is the best taste in the world.”

Because of that, you have to drag his hand under his own jacket and into your panties, ensuring he wastes no time in curling them inside you to poke at the spongy spot that leaves you breathless and writhing. The heel of his palm rubs against your clit just as you thumb at his slit. You moan. 

“What was that?” Your mother asks. 

Step-Bro!Choso laughs. “I think she’s really hungry.”

“Well, you have to be patient because it’s going to take a while.”

He’s kneading your clit harder and faster, your chest rising and falling with every shallow breath, desperate to keep the noise down despite how good you’re feeling. But just as you’re about to cum, he slips his hand out and accepts the greasy bag of burgers and fries from his dad and digs in. 

Staring, aghast and all crazy, he ignores your glare and pops a fry into his mouth. He puts on a big show of sucking his fingers clean, his tongue getting deep between them. He groans, “I could eat this every day for the rest of my life!”

Step-Bro!Choso hates your guy friend. You’ve known him far longer than you’ve known your new brother and he’s always been welcome into your home. But for some reason, your usually sweet and kind stepbrother scowls and curses under his breath when he comes over. He even makes sure Yuji doesn’t interact with him, talking about 'stranger danger'.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom mid movie and when you enter, you’re being pushed deeper before the door closes and locks behind you. When you turn to look at your attacker, your vision is obscured by a face tattoo and glinting metal; he kisses you. It’s a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, but so damn good. 

Spinning you around, he pins your front onto the cold ceramic sink, your leggings pulled all the way off and you find your parties being stuffed in your mouth. 

“Don’t like that guy, sissy,” he pouts into your ear, spreading your wetness all over your thighs, almost as if he’s reminding himself that it’s all for him. “Want you all to myself.”

After he wrangles an orgasm out of you with his fingers, your moans muffled by the flimsy fabric of your thong, he’s pushing inside your sopping cunt with his fat cock. The stretch is delectable, it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, spine arching and ass thrusting back into him. 

"This pussy's all I've been thinking about, from the first time I met you," he confesses and it draws out your orgasm further.

Step-Bro!Choso pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail, keeping you arched all pretty for him as he plunges again and again into your pussy, hitting that spot inside of you that makes you cream on his cock in relentless waves, until you’re creating a ring of white at the base. 

"So -ngh- tight! Fuck, sis! Don't clench down on me, gonna cum!"

He can’t keep his eyes off you; your pussy won’t let him go, it’s sucking him back in with every thrust, every ramming and lunging of his hips. And your asshole is fluttering, winking at him, and he just has to thumb at it, tracing the rim.

“Hph, Cho!” You cry out through your panties. 

“Sorry,” he keeps repeating. “It was calling for me!”

You’re fucking yourself back onto him, meeting every thrust, and loving the sting of your scalp as he pulls at your hair. And when he pushes that thumb in, you cum all over his cock. Juices flying, he can only whimper and whine when his orgasm soon follows, his cum painting your walls white and burning his imprints there, marking his territory. 

Whimpering in your ear, he mutters, "Fuck! So good, so fucking good!"

Step-Bro!Choso doesn’t let you catch your breath before he kisses you again, muttering something indiscernible into your mouth, rolling that tongue piercing between you. You break away with a string of saliva, glistening under the light. And then he pecks your lips once last time with a happy hum. 

“You’re such a good sister,” he smiles toothily. And then he’s kneeling between your legs to slurp up the cum dripping from your gaping pussy, cleaning you up before he lifts the leggings back into the place and sends you off into your merry way. 

When you return, the movie’s long finished and your friend is packing up to go. 

“Y’know, I think your brother brought over a girl. They were really loud.” He’s frowning as he steps out into the front porch. “She sounded like a real slut. You probably shouldn’t let her be around your family.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t notice your blush, or the wet spot between your legs. 

He’s probably right; the girl in the bathroom, and in the car, in the kitchen, the living room, and the pool was a real slut. But she doesn’t care, because her brother’s taking very good care of her. 

And when Step-Bro!Choso appears in your bedroom late at night, when your parents and little brother, are dead asleep, you don’t hesitate to spread your legs so he can dive his face between them, licking up the cum that’s still leaking from your pussy. 

Who cares about family when you’re going to make your own tonight and every night from now on?

Certainly not Step-Bro!Choso who’s proposing when you get on all fours, face planted in the pillows and hands spreading your cheeks open for him so he can fuck your ass too. 

like, what cosmic joke is this? this man looks like he could ruin a marriage just by existing and apparently, he did. six foot something of pure bad decision energy, broad shoulders, smug grin, voice that sounds like gravel in honey. he’s got that kind of presence that fills the whole room, and you can’t decide whether to scream or faint. kind of man every woman looks at once and thinks, "yeah, I’d risk it all."

and the best part? he’s now in your house. living, breathing, occasionally shirtless, miracle of a man. you’re convinced God has favorites, and it’s definitely not your mom. she doesn’t even like him that much, it’s all petty revenge after your dad’s affair. she married Toji just to get back at him. you almost respect her pettiness.

Toji, on the other hand? he’s clearly in it for the lifestyle. fancy house, expensive stuff, late mornings. you can’t even blame him. you’d marry your mom too if it meant lounging around in designer boxers.

but nothing stops your brain from short-circuiting every time he walks by. so, yeah. you’ve been trying to get closer. trying being the key word. like that time when you hovered near the kitchen doorway, pretending to need help opening a jar.

“Toji, could you—uh—open this for me?”

he looked up from his phone, sighed, and popped the lid open in one go. “there.”

and left. no smirk. no banter. nothing. you just stood there holding a jar of pickles, mentally screaming.

or when you “accidentally” dropped a pen near him while he was watching TV. you bent to grab it, slow, dramatic, perfect angle and he just turned the volume up. once, you even tried sitting next to him on the couch while your mom was out. the man got up mid-episode, muttered something about needing to fix a shelf, and disappeared for the rest of the evening.

It’s like he’s immune to you. or worse, he knows exactly what you’re doing and is choosing peace by pretending not to notice. you have fuckin' no idea what's even going on that stupidly attractive old man's head.

still, you don’t quit. never back down, never what?

so you linger when he’s in the kitchen, offer to “help” when he’s fixing something, steal glances every time he walks past in a towel. not that you’d admit that last part out loud.

your friends would never believe you anyway.

“your mom’s husband?” they’d whisper. "girl, what the hell?" you’d just shrug, sipping your iced coffee like, yeah, and what about it? they haven't seen him anyways. If they did, they would understand. right? because really—how are you supposed to live normally when your mom’s petty revenge husband looks like a walking sin?

but it ain’t working. that man hasn’t budged. not once. not at all responsive. It's hard to say if he's playing hard to get or he's just that oblivious. so naturally, you try another method, the oldest trick in the book, the one no man with functioning eyes could possibly resist.

slutty clothes.

you start with the little things. tiny shorts that should honestly be classified as underwear. tank tops that definitely weren’t made to contain. sometimes you skip the bra altogether, y’know, for “laundry reasons.” but of course, your grand plan doesn’t exactly go as intended.

Toji, the man himself, has the patience of Buddha and the awareness of a brick or it seems to be. the most you ever get from him is a furrowed brow and that annoyingly deep voice going—

“you’ll get cold walkin’ around like that.”

or

“don’t go outside dressed like that, it’s fine in the house.”

sir. be serious.

you’re trying to make him your daddy, not your dad. and yet somehow, every single thing he does only makes it worse. the way he talks, the way he moves around the house with his stupid broad back showing through that compression shirt, veins popping out when he opens a jar for your mom like it’s no big deal. the audacity.

you swear, if the universe had a sense of humor, this is it. you spend years daydreaming about dilfs, and now the real thing is just out here existing in your kitchen, using your favorite mug, scolding you about the air conditioner like he pays the bills.

It’s honestly infuriating. you’re trying to make him look at you, not act like your overprotective dad. so yeah, maybe you’ve started getting bolder.

brushing past him in the kitchen when there’s enough space not to. leaning a bit too close when you hand him something. “accidentally” losing your balance so your hand lands on his chest or arm, solid, warm, annoyingly steady. and for a while, he plays it cool. like nothing’s happening. like you’re just clumsy.

but lately, you’ve started catching little cracks, the twitch in his jaw, the way he clears his throat, how his eyes don’t quite know where to look when your tank top’s a bit too low. then it happens.

he’s in the kitchen way past midnight, fridge door open, drinking straight from the bottle. you walk in quietly, pretending to rummage through a cabinet looking around.

yeah, this is perfect, even though you're risking it all. you slide between him and the open fridge, the cold air hitting your bare thighs under that tiny sleep short. you bend a little, pretending to look inside. your ass presses firm against his crotch as you bend over, pretending to scan the bottom shelf.

that shameless man was wearing only a pair of boxers which you swear is see-through when looked at from specific angles. you feel the heat of his manhood through that piece of fabric.

you're just a girl. a girl who's obsessed with hunky older men, especially Toji fushiguro and the same man's cock is pressing up against your plump ass. a girl who's just so horny and wants to get dicked down for good.

you couldn't help but grind back slow, rolling your hips against the hardness of him. a low 'fuck" rumbles from his chest, vibrating through your spine. his hand grips on the door, but he doesn’t push you away. his hips snap forward, grinding that thick bulge right against your ass. you feel every ridge, every pulse through the thin fabric of your shorts.

“brat,” he growls, voice rough like gravel. “ya playin’ with shit you don’t understand.”

his hands clamp down hard on your hips, fingers digging in. you keep rolling your hips, slow and deliberate, feeling him get impossibly harder. his groan vibrates against your back, low and hungry. he matches your rhythm, thrusting against you coordinating with the delicious rolls of your hips.

Toji fushiguro lost it when your hands slide back, fingers digging into the waistband of your shorts before slipping under to spread your ass cheeks wide. thin cotton is all that separates you now, and you shove back hard, grinding that thick, pulsing bulge right against your slick heat.

"fuckin' desperate," he rasps, breath scalding your shoulder as his hips snap forward again. you feel the exact moment he snaps, a ragged inhale, the tremor in his grip, the low noise ripped from his throat and then his calloused palm cups your cunt firmly, fingers pressing hard against your clit through the soaked fabric. then he lifts you like you weigh nothing, one arm hooked under your thighs, the other bracing your back and slams you down onto the cold kitchen counter. bare thighs hit the marble, sharp and shocking. he steps between your legs, forcing them wider with his hips, his boxers tented obscenely.

the fridge hums in the silence. he yanks your shorts down your legs in one rough pull, the fabric tearing at the seams. cool air hits your exposed cunt, making you shiver. his thumb drags through your slick folds, spreading you open.

"look at ya," he rasps, thumb circling your clit slowly. "all leakin' from humping me like a damn bitch in heat."

his other hand fists in your hair, holding your head back. you gasp, arching off the counter. his thumb presses hard against your clit, making you jerk against the counter.

"do you even know what you're playing with, kid?" he rasps, eyes dropping to your bare cunt. "slutty little cunny... were you that desperate for a cock that you decided to hump on your stepdad?" his voice is thick, mocking, but his hips grind forward, the heat of him branding you through his boxers.

you whimper as his thumb grinds slow circles on your clit, your hips lifting off the cold counter. "mhhmm, Toji," you pant, voice thick with need. "you've been... ignoring me...."

his thumb stops circling. "fuck yes," he grunts, voice raw. "cause I ain't dumb." he leans down, his breath hot and heavy on your lips.

"think I don't see ya'? walkin' around in scraps of fabric? bendin' over just so?" his free hand slides up your inner thigh, rough calluses scraping your skin.

"why not, Toji?" you gasp, hips bucking against his stilled hand. "please... need you."

"fuckin' whore," he growls, the word thick with heat and insult. fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thigh. "you know that's not what you wanna call me... right?"

his eyes lock onto yours, intense and demanding. you can only nod frantically, the counter cold beneath your bare back, your cunt throbbing against his palm.

"say it," he commands, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. thumb presses down hard on your clit, a sharp, delicious pressure that makes your vision blur. "say it now, brat." his other hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head back further, forcing the word out.

"d...daddy," you whimper, the word thick and needy, echoing in the quiet kitchen. a dark, satisfied smirk twists his lips.

"whatcha want from daddy, huh?" he rasps, his voice rough velvet. your hips buck uselessly against his hand.

"wanna see it..." you pant, the admission raw and shameless.

"see what, brat?" he taunts, leaning closer, his breath hot on your face.

"daddy's cock..." you gasp, "please."

"that so?" low chuckle rumbles in his chest.

In one fluid motion, he shoves his boxers down his hips. his cock springs free, thick and heavy, already leaking, the angry red head glistening under the dim kitchen light. he wraps his fist around the base, giving it a slow, deliberate pump, the veins standing out starkly. he taps the swollen head firmly against your soaked cunt, smearing pre-cum over your clit and swollen lips.

"this what you've been teasin' for, baby?" he growls, rubbing the hot, slick tip in tight circles against your aching entrance. "fuck, you're soaked."

you couldn't believe it, but it’s finally happening. all that teasing and now he’s right here, too close, too real. you’ve imagined this a hundred times, but none of those daydreams hit like this.

this is it. this is what you’ve been waiting for. and god, the sheer size of him is making your cunt throb and dumb in the head.

"sooo big... daddy..." you gasp, arching your back off the cold counter, trying to fuck yourself on that thick head. your hands scramble at his hips, nails digging into his skin.

"In me... please... inside.." your voice is a high, desperate whine, every nerve ending screaming for him to fill you, to finally give you what you've been fantasizing about for weeks. you feel stretched just from the pressure of him against your entrance. his eyes, dark and predatory, rake over your face.

"who the fuck raised you to be such a whore, kid?" he rasps, his voice thick with a mix of disbelief and raw lust. he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "shit... fuckin' wet yourself just waitin' for this, huh?"

his hips push forward slightly, the thick tip stretching your tight entrance, making you cry out.

"completely gone, aren't ya'?" he pulls back slightly, denying you that full penetration, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "come on... do it yourself... use daddy as much as you want."

your hand darts down, wrapping around the thick, hot length of him. It pulses violently in your grip, slick with your juices and his pre-cum. you pump him once, twice, the velvety skin sliding easily in your fist, before guiding him back to your entrance. you rub the swollen head firmly against your clit, grinding against it, a moan tearing from your throat as you feel the ridge catch against your sensitive nub. with a desperate gasp, you angle him down and shove his cockhead hard against your soaked opening, forcing it past the tight ring of muscle. you sink down onto the first few inches with a choked cry, the stretch burning beautifully. at the same time, his big paws come up roughly, kneading your tits through the sleep shirt, pinching your nipples hard through the fabric, making you arch and gasp.

fuckin' finally.

"move, move, daddy!" you whimper, your voice high and frantic, your hips already rocking against him, trying to take more of that impossible thickness. he just chuckles, a low, dark sound that vibrates through your core where you're stretched around him.

"Impatient little bitch," he rasps, his eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. before you can beg again, his hands clamp onto your inner thighs, fingers digging in brutally. he forces your legs closed, trapping his cock tightly between your thighs and in your dripping cunt. then, in one quick motion, he hoists your legs up, draping them over his broad shoulders. your hips are lifted clean off the counter, your back arching painfully. new angle makes you feel impossibly tight around him.

"fuck!" you cry out, the shift driving him impossibly deeper inside you, the thick ridge of his cockhead scraping against a spot that makes stars explode behind your eyes.

he doesn't wait. with your legs pinned over his shoulders, your cunt stretched wide around him, he starts fucking you. hard. deep.

each brutal thrust slams your ass back down onto the cold marble countertop with a sharp smack. his hips piston relentlessly, the thick shaft dragging against your walls, the swollen head pounding against your deepest spot. the wet, filthy sound of his cock plunging into your soaked cunt fills the kitchen, rhythmic and obscene.

"that's it," he grunts, his voice thick and strained, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your heaving chest. "take it. take daddy's cock, fuckin' whore."

his eyes are locked on where you're joined, watching himself disappear inside you again and again, his expression feral with lust. stretch is almost too much, the relentless pounding overwhelming. feel him everywhere, the thick heat filling you, the rough drag against your sensitive walls, the brutal grip on your thighs, the sting of your nipples where he pinched them.

"daddy!" you scream, the word ripped from you as he hits that spot again, deeper and harder than before. your vision whites out. "fuck, fuck! right there! don't stop!"

you're babbling, completely lost to the sensation, your body tightening around him. he just grunts, his rhythm never slowing, driving into you as his own release building in the tense set of his jaw, the cords straining in his neck.

"such a slut," Toji grits out, his voice ragged, strained. he bites his lower lip hard enough to draw blood and the wet slap of skin against skin echoes off the tiles, counterpoint to your choked gasps and his harsh breathing.

"daddy's cummin' baby. . . "

he groans as he loses control, a guttural groan tears from his chest, raw and primal. his thrusts become erratic, frantic, slamming deep as his cock pulses violently inside you. hot cum floods your cunt in thick, pulsing jets, the sensation making you cry out as your own climax crashes over you, milking him desperately. your walls clamp down hard, spasming around his length, trying to draw every last drop.

he doesn't stop. even as his cock twitches, spilling the last of his release deep inside you, his hips keep moving. slow, deliberate thrusts now, grinding his softening cock against your oversensitive walls, milking himself against your fluttering cunt. his eyes are heavy-lidded, fixed on where you're joined. his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you open, forcing you to feel the wet slide of his spend mixed with yours. he leans forward slightly, his breath hot against your ear.

"filled you up good, didn't I, brat?" he rasps, his voice vibrates through your core. "came so much inside ya."

he finally pulls out. thick, pearly stream of cum follows his cock, overflowing your swollen, gaping entrance and dripping down onto the cold marble counter beneath your ass. you gasp, looking down at the mess between your trembling thighs, your cunt glistening, stretched, leaking his seed onto the stark white surface. your mouth forms a shocked little "O".

"daddy..." you breathe, your voice trembling, "there's... so much..." eyes flicker up to his face, wide with a mix of awe and disbelief.

Toji just smirks, a dark, knowing curve of his lips as he looks down at his handiwork. he wipes the slick head of his cock roughly against your inner thigh, leaving a wet streak.

"course there is," he grunts, his voice still rough but laced with a smug satisfaction. "been testin' me for weeks, haven't ya? showin' those tits, bendin' over, rubbin' that tight little ass on me..." he leans closer, his gaze intense.

"got exactly what you were beggin' for. every fuckin' drop." his thumb swipes through the mess on your thigh, then brings it to your lips, smearing the salty tang across your mouth.

"mmhm, daddy," you whimper, sucking his thumb clean instinctively, your eyes pleading. "can we... do this everyday? please... please.... please? need it."

a low chuckle escapes him. "you'll fuckin' break if I keep poundin' this little cunt everyday, brat," he says, his eyes roaming over your flushed, spent body. "already look used up."

you arch your back slightly, pushing your tits out. "Please," you beg, your voice thick with need, "can't stop thinking about you... love you so much."

he just stares at you for a long moment, that smirk still playing on his lips. without warning, he leans down and captures your mouth in a kiss. not gentle. It's deep, sloppy, wet, all tongue and teeth and hunger, stealing your breath and leaving your head spinning. he pulls back, leaving your lips swollen and slick.

"what the hell am I gonna do with ya'..." he mutters, shaking his head, a strange mix of affection and amusement in his eyes. he tucks his softening cock back into his boxers with a rough tug, the fabric straining.

"clean this mess up," he orders, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "and get your ass to bed. before your mama wakes up and catches her little girl lookin' like a well-used fuckdoll."

a/n : honourable mention to the queen @madamechrissy who let me use the title 🥺🙏