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i wish yâall would stop mentioning how michaelâs music is for everyone and how he loves everyone regardless of races whenever us black people mention non black fans stepping over boundaries. this kinda feels like a form of manipulation having to constantly hear something like that, especially when your favorite writer is being called out. iâm seeing LOTS of yâall defend it and itâs okay to call out your friends/favorite writers, i promise you you donât need to hold their hand, theyâre grown and need to take accountability for themselves. and you should also educate them if theyâre not understanding anything in regards to black fans. everybody is human and makes mistakes, but if youâre coddling and babying them, they will not learn and will only hide behind you whenever they get called out. do better.
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âYou know youâre too young for boys, right?â your step-father reminds you, like itâs a mantra heâs told you again and again for years. It isnât a suggestion or a thought heâs choosing to share. Itâs an instruction. âI donât want you to think because youâre all grown up and going to college now that you can be reckless.â
âI- I know, Satoru.â you smile at him.
Both of your attention is stolen as you hear your uncle, Kento, laugh out a scoff. He tries to conceal it as he ruffles his newspaper and drinks his coffee. You see your step-dadâs brows furrow in annoyance. Or, anger. He looks at you, again, and his expression softens.
âI know youâre a good girl, sweetheart.â he tells you, wrapping his arms around your form and placing a kiss atop your head. Nanamiâs eyes peer over his newspaper, locking with yours. A knowing glance to each other before a smirk finds his features. He raises his newspaper, shielding his face completely as he tries to focus on reading.
He lets you go, reluctantly, as you pick up your college bag and grab your phone.
His expression sours as he sees you reach for your phone, smiling at a text message you received. He shouldnât pry. He knows he shouldnât pry. But he canât seem to stop himself as he finds himself leaning across the kitchen island and snatching your phone from your hands. And now he scoffs, scrolling through your messages and looking at the name at the top.
âWhat did I just say?â he speaks, only an octave away from yelling at you. Your lip wobbles, and he keeps your phone at armâs length as you try to grab for it. He tosses it towards the kitchen table so Kento can look for himself.
âHe was just asking if I needed picking up for my classes, Satoru! You donât need to worryâŠâ you tell him. Of course this would happen. Heâs always been stupidly over protective.
âWell you donât, do you? Thatâs what Iâm here for. Hell, Iâm sure even Nanami would be happy to take you since he came all of this way to spend his off time visiting you.â Gojo reminds you. And you feel a slight pang of guilt at that. You know how hard your poor uncle Nanamin works. He could be on vacation, somewhere tropical, unwinding from the humdrum of his boring office job. But here he is, sitting reading the newspaper and listening to you two argue with each other. âIn fact, youâre grounded. Iâm keeping your phone and you can forget about going to class today.â
âButâ!â
âDonât whine, Iâll write you a note.â he adds, walking around the counterspace to collect your phone from Nanami. He finishes scrolling, locking it, though he keeps hold of it. âGo upstairs.â
You huff, but grab your bag and do as youâre told. Itâs not like he can stop you from being online. You can talk to people on your laptop, after all. Though given the mood heâs in you suppose youâll have to be stealthy about it.
âYouâre too harsh on her.â Kento tells Satoru, earning another disgruntled glance from him. He closes his newspaper and rests an ankle over his knee as he leans back and drinks the remainder of his coffee. âSheâs curious, you canât do anything about that. Itâs not like sheâll stay a virgin forever.â
âTch. Spare me.â he laughs lightly. âYou think I donât know why youâre here? I hear you, you know, when you sneak into her room at night.â
And Gojo revels in how the colour drains from Nanamiâs face. He sits upright, his back stiffened straight and he starts to loosen his tie. He should have known, really, it was too good to be true. He should have known heâd always get caught eventually. But by Satoru Gojo of all people?
âI havenâtâŠâ he clears his throat. âItâs not what you think.â
âSure.â Satoru rolls his eyes. âIf Iâm beinâ honest⊠I donât really care. Who am I to stop you? Iâm not blood⊠like you. Sick fuck.â he laughs, sitting down at the table and looking into Nanamiâs panic-stricken eyes.
Your uncle rests his elbows on the table and holds his head in his hands. What is Gojo plotting? Blackmail of some kind, maybe. Itâs not like heâs concealed his disapproval for his sisters relationship with him. Heâs tolerated him, sure, but heâs a nuisance he thinks his family would be better off without.
âI donât like this either.â he throws your phone towards the white-haired man and sighs. âBut she doesnât respect you, Satoru. She doesnât even call you dad. I think she sees you as temporary, so of course she isnât going to listen to you. Not really.â
âButâŠâ he leans over the table with a smug grin. âShe respects you, doesnât she? Her favourite uncle. I donât like college guys, I remember what we were like in college, I donât want her around that.â
âNo⊠maybe she wonât go searching for it if sheâs better educated.â
Gojoâs brow quirks in intrigue, a sadistic smile soon follows.
âWho knew a corporate goon could be such a sick fuck, hah?â Gojo laughs, picking up Nanamiâs coffee mug for him and walking it to the sink to clean. Nanami rolls his eyes, burying his reddening face in his newspaper again.
You feel a surge of fear stab through you as you hear footsteps climb up the stairs. You hide your laptop back into your bag and turn on your TV, hurrying to find something to watch as a cover. But when you hear a knock, you relax, Satoru never knocks.
âCome in!â you speak, happily, welcoming your favourite and only uncle Nanamin into your room. Though your heart sinks as your step-father follows, crossing your arms across your chest as you huff and pout petulantly.
âDonât be like thatâŠâ Nanami speaks softly, sitting on the edge of your bed and resting his hand on your thigh. âWe need to talk to you. And we want to ask you something.â he continues. Your pout fades, then, a slight feeling of anxiety creeps into you as you wonder if something serious has happened.
And Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, too, his beaming blue eyes almost pierce through your heart as he begins to explain. How heâs just worried about you because he knows from experience how college guys can be. How heâs your dad no matter what and he just wants the best for you. And he thinks you need a little help in the right direction on your journey of self-discovery.
âI know youâre a woman now, sweetheart, but youâre still daddyâs little girl. Yeah? So, let daddy help.â
âHe- with what?â you blink at him, dumbly, and the delighted snarl on his face almost chills you to the bone. He doesnât speak right away, so you look at Nanami. But itâs like he canât bear to look at you as he sinks his head low with shame. âWith what?â you ask again.
 âWell, Nanami said youâre curious. So heâs been fucking you, right?â
âNo!â you and your uncle yell simultaneously. Did he really tell your insufferable step-father something so personal?
âI told you, I havenât slept with her. Donât tease her or youâll make things worse.â Nanami clarifies before he focuses his attention on you. âBut you are curious, arenât you? Youâre getting attention from boys and youâre enjoying it, clearly. They arenât good for you though, princess. They donât know how to treat girls right.â
You hum, softly, as he pushes your legs apart, revealing your pink cotton panties to the two of them as they continue to talk you through their thought process. And the touch of your uncle Nanamin is your ultimate weakness. They both get a live response to his action as your pretty pussy starts to gift your panties with a dark, sticky patch between your dewy folds.
âBoys that age, sweetheart, they donât know what theyâre doing. Do you touch yourself? âm sure you do, Iâm not naĂŻve enough to think otherwise. But that means you like to cum, yeah? These college guys donât care about that. They just want a little hole to cum in and defile. And we think you deserve better than that.â Satoru explains, his inquisitive fingers begin to prod at your puffy cunt, though you trap his hand between your plush thighs.
âSatoruâŠâ you respond, bashfully.
âNo.â he speaks, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down the bed and towards himself. He looks mad, but thereâs no real malice behind it. Still your heart is pounding. âIâm your dad like he is your uncle. Iâm not Satoru. Who am I?â he asks, reaching under your skirt to pull down your panties.
âD-Daddy⊠youâre daddy. âm sorry.â you whimper. Your eyes flutter as his long fingers invade your pretty, virgin walls. âHngâ!â
âGooood girl.â he smiles as he begins to curl them upwards. âI slipped right on in, has uncle Kento gotten you used to taking his fingers?â
âMhmmâŠâ you blush. The man in question bends down to kiss you.
Itâs sweet, though you find yourself grabby and desperate as you follow his lead. He pulls away to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and then his own after throwing away his tie. He helps you out of your bra, and you instinctively go to cover your nipples as you remember who youâre actually in the company of. But Nanami doesnât want that. He locks his fingers with yours, holding your hands above your head as he begins to suckle on them until theyâre both puckered and raw.
âSit her up, and sit behind her.â Satoru tells his brother-in-law. And of course he acquiesces. Youâre moved like youâre weightless as your uncle sits behind you, his clothed cock pressing angrily into the curve of your spine as he continues to torment your tits. Satoru pulls his fingers out of your cunt and sucks them clean, smiling at how your eyes begin to sparkle with wonder as he puts on such a display. âDo not tell your mother about this, understand?â
You nod, obediently. You wouldnât dream of telling her something so scandalous. Though it does fill you with a slight sense of pride as your Satoru makes it abundantly clear how desperately heâd longed to be the first person to explore your untouched core. He pulls down his trousers and you moan at his smooth, pink cockhead. Though right now itâs closer to an angry shade of red.
He really is desperate.
You wince, slightly, as he pushes his tip inside. Though he retracts it, coating his head in your wetness.
âFuuuuck, you werenât lyinâ. You really never fucked her, huh Nanami?â Gojo chuckles as he pushes in deeper and deeper. Nanami slots his fingers into your mouth to suck on as you accommodate to the length. âRelax, baby. Clampinâ so much youâre gonna push me out.â he laughs shallowly, his thrusts matching as he begins to work you open.
âD-Daddy!â you gasp, back arching against Nanamiâs chest before he pulls you back towards him.
âWeâre so proud of you, princess.â Nanami shushes you, placing a kiss to your temple. You look at him with wide, trusting eyes, though he canât really concentrate as his own fixate on the way your tits bounce with each thrust Gojo inflicts onto you. âWhy donât you show your dad how I taught you to suck cock, hm?â
âOh? Now that Iâd like to see.â Gojo smiles, pulling out of you briefly. The sound of your sticky walls echoes through the room as he pulls out. The men help you onto all fours, and your daddy slots himself right back into your tight heat. The adjusted angle makes you fall forward, your head lolling as he finds a nice little trigger inside of you. âOh⊠there, huh? Okay, baby. Iâll fuck you right there.â Satoru tells you as he begins to fuck into you before slowing down.
Nanami takes his cock out of his briefs, tapping the tip against your swollen lips. They open, obediently, and you lick the precum heâs spilling directly from the source. Your hole flutters as he hisses, enamoured by the sensation.
âPerfect, princess. Such a good little girl for me.â Kento comments, and your heart beats harder. Youâre almost robbed of all sense as Gojo pistons his hips into you, and he leans forward to grab your hair and wrap it into a makeshift ponytail.
âNow that Iâm thinking about it, Kento, maybe we should teach her how college boys fuck. Since she wanted that experience so badly.â Satoru proposes, and Nanami considers it. He really considers it. And Gojo chuckles at that. âGo on⊠show her.â
Nanami nods, grabbing the sides of your head and fucking your face like youâre his own personal cocksleeve.
Itâs relentless and dizzying and you donât know how to settle. You canât possibly as youâre ruined from both ends. Thereâs no reprieve, thereâs no way to relax. Youâre trembling and moaning and fuck you never knew sex could be so intense. Nanami is always calm and patient with you. But this isnât that.
Theyâve ran out of patience with you.
It doesnât matter which way you try to retreat, youâre only encouraging the other one. More of Nanamiâs cock down your throat and more of Gojoâs hitting your g-spot.
âW-Weâll have to get you on the pill, sweetheart.â Gojo tells you, but itâs more like heâs telling himself. He knows he canât cum inside. He canât, but fuck, he wants to. He fucking needs to. âCollege guys, they like- leaving their- mark.â he thrusts again and again until heâs on the very brink of blowing his load. But his life wonât be worth living if he knocks his cute little daughter up. His marriage will be over. Heâll lose everything.
And with that, he pulls out and coats your pussy lips with his sperm. The loss of feeling from inside makes you cry out around Nanamiâs length, though you still canât pull away from him as he continues to use your mouth as his own personal toy. You never knew your uncle Nanamin had this side to him.
Heâs usually so sweet and patient.
He pulls out, too, depriving you of the taste of his cum and the chance to prove what a good girl you are. Though you take his load beautifully as he shoots soupy ropes across your pretty face. His heart skips a beat as your false lashes flutter and he realises a heavy glob stuck to them.
âCollege guys, sweetheart, might take pictures of you like this.â Satoru pulls his phone from his back pocket and takes a few photos of your quivering cunt. Youâve been neglected in the worst way, and itâs dawning on you now what he had meant by giving you the college experience. He tosses his phone to Nanami, encouraging him to do the same. Your innocent and betrayed face is captured so perfectly through the lens of the phone, Nanamiâs pearly seed is the perfect colour for your complexion.
âCollege guys would send these around to their friends too, you know.â Nanami warns you.
âBut weâll just keep these between ourselves.â Satoru promises you. âI think itâs only fair we didnât let you cum this time since you were so intent on disobeying your daddy.â
âI think sheâs learnt her lesson, though, Satoru.â Nanami speaks, pulling your hair so that you can look up at him and he can identify if you dare to lie to him. âFucking college boys doesnât sound that fun anymore, does it? Say sorry, princess. Your dad might let you cum next time if youâre a good girl.â
You sniff, and hiccup, unsure of where to look.
ââm s-sorry, daddy.â you sniffle, Nanami releases your hair and allows you to look back at Gojo, a wild grin on his face.
âAwe⊠sweet.â Gojo smiles, circling the bed so heâs standing beside Nanami, both of their eyes bore down at you with an intensity youâve never felt before. âI think weâre owed a thank you, we took the time to teach you such an important lesson, after all.â