👑kuna's princess👑

he always uses the money he’s earned from being one of the top players in his game to walk you to the ice cream shop, buying you whatever you want. as you enjoy your ice cream, you listen to him passionately ramble about physics or his game, though it can be hard to keep up, since he talks faster than the speed of light when he’s excited. he’s so intelligent that your entire family jokes that he might have been switched at birth.

he always makes sure you have more food on your plate than he does when your mom makes dinner, even though you never finish the huge portion he gives you—he ends up eating it anyway. you sleep in his bed every other night, and he never complains. he just groggily pulls back the blanket and silently invites you in when you stand at his door. you don’t even have to ask him to wrap his arms around you anymore. you feel lucky to be one of the few who gets to see him without his glasses at the end of the day, showcasing his beautiful blue eyes, delicate white lashes, and perfectly coordinated features.

when your big brother complains to you that he’ll die alone and never find a girlfriend after having one particularly rough game match, you can’t help but feel bad for him. he accidentally gets carried away and blurts out that he’s tired of using his own hand to jerk off and he apologizes immediately, pleading with you not to tell your parents. your poor big brother doesn’t even know what he’s doing wrong or how he could possibly understand why girls avoid him.

you’ve seen how your friend who recently entered a relationship spends all her time with her boyfriend, constantly talking about him, and even having him move out of his parents house to move in with her.

you never imagined a world without your big brother. he promised to always be in your life and you can’t fathom otherwise, so when you ask to sleep in his bed again, wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and holding your pillow close, he doesn’t hesitate to make room and let you crawl in. you cuddle into him a little closer than usual but doesn’t mind; in fact, he finds it endearing, the way you push into him, your leg resting over his hip, and your breath warm against his neck. growing up, you were always by his side, hiding behind him, latched to his side. he’s glad you haven’t outgrown that closeness, and he holds you a little tighter too. even when you sniff at his neck and chest like you’re an animal trying to get a scent profile. he just lets out a relaxed breath and nudges his head against yours until you fall asleep.

when his loud, open-mouthed snores let you know he’s fallen asleep, you quietly wiggle out of his big arms and slip beneath the blanket. you pull down his sweatpants and pokémon underwear in one go and you poke at his dick, speaking little words of encouragement to it until it grows and lengthens. it gets so long that it taps your face, right under your eye!

it doesn’t bother you when his body convulses and he busts into your mouth as soon as you latched onto his lanky, thick tipped cock. although it was slightly difficult for you to swallow due to the sour taste, you’re just pleased to be sure that you can please your big brother the way he yearns for.

though, maybe you got carried away because when you get him hard enough to suck him back into your mouth, he wakes up with a hiss. he peers down to see a large tent in his blanket where your head is and feels a wet suction on his cock. he feels around the bed and his nightstand for his glasses frantically.

when he finally manages to put his glasses on, crookedly, and lifts the blanket to reveal you where his dick should be, his jaw drops in shock.

you stifle a giggle as you push him deeper into your throat, each movement eliciting gasps of disbelief from him. he stutters that he must be dreaming repeatedly, lost in sheer ecstasy. his body tenses comically; legs straight out, muscles rigid, back hunched slightly, ass clenched, and his hands form playful stalling gestures as if caught in a delightful seizure.

he busts for the second time, but it’s the first time he’s awake to witness it. his whimpers are so loud, you’re afraid your parents will wake up.

but then you just keep suckling, not even bobbing anymore but instead keeping him warm while swallowing and sucking on it. you think it’s cute as he repeatedly questions, “why??” confused and unsure of how he’s supposed to feel seeing his little sister’s eyes roll back as he ejaculates into her throat for the third time.

satoru starts whining that it hurts when you try to keep going so you pull back and try to catch your breath as his sensitive, utterly wet cock slaps onto his lower abdomen.

he questions you, asking all sorts of things in a shaky voice, as you slowly crawl up his body to straddle his hips, causing him to cringe in the middle of his question about why you did what you just did.

“do you do this while i sleep, often? where did you learn about ‘fellatio’? don’t you know this is wrong?” your responses to his questions are simple—either that you love him, a shrug, or just that you wanted to.

things took a turn when he told you to go back to your bed. you even started crying, and he had to reassure you, telling you as he takes your hand that, of course he still loves you, how could you think otherwise? he’s just really confused.

he nervously says that dad would kill him if he found out and without saying a word, you lean in and press your lips firmly against his. his eyes widen in shock, completely still, as you begin to softly peck him. his hands instinctively shoot up to push you away, but they pause midair. then, you gently slide your tongue across his lips, and then against his teeth and gums, slowly deepening the kiss. his hands gradually lower away from your shoulders, no longer resisting.

satoru doesn’t know how to kiss. unsure of what to do, he just follows his instincts, letting you take the lead. he doesn’t fully register what’s happening until your tongue pushed past his lips and then, without thinking, he just opens them slightly. he gasps, eyes wide, as you eagerly explore his mouth, your tongue licking into every part of his mouth cavity, like a cat grooming its kitten.

you’re whining and whimpering into his mouth like you’re in pain, even saying that your tummy is so full of his cum while you bring one of his hands to it, and he whines into your mouth with guilt, wishing you didn’t just say that. but fuck, he can’t deny how harmoniously blissful it feels when your tongue rubs against his. the second you feel his poor attempt at copying your sloppy kiss, you reach down and force his cock into you to the hilt until his tip kisses your womb.

after the initial, synchronized, blood-curdling gasp shared between you, satoru’s first words are, “we can’t have sexual intercourse as siblings!” but then you’re taunting him with a breathy “why?” over and over. you start to grind down on him, making his cock smear into every crevice in every wall of your insides in a circular motion.

he’s stuttering and whining, “b-because-!” but you just won’t let him finish his sentence or a coherent thought for that matter because you lift and slam your hips down every time he tries, send8!) a jolt of godlike bliss into him.

his single bed with dragon ball sheets creaks and groans with every desperate buck. his eyes are wide with confusion, yet every now and then, they roll in sheer pleasure. as the mix of moans, sticky squelching, skin slapping, and the creaking of his bed grows louder, he whimpers, “mom and dad!”

you know him so well that he doesn’t even need to explain — you instantly understand what he’s trying to say. you reassure him that they won’t wake up, they’re all the way across the house and dad snores so loud, it never wakes mom up, remember? it’s fine! satoru truly hopes so, because his door is unlocked.

as you began to babble about how much you love him, he stutters that he loves you too at first, but soon his little ‘i lo-love you t-too!’s gave way to slurs and desperate whines. he’s trying to focus on enduring the brunt of your movements, bracing himself as if taking a punch, twitching and spasming with every impact and that tight clench of your walls around him, hoping to survive this overwhelming onslaught.

satoru kept his hands to himself for a while now, hesitant to touch you, despite his length disappearing deep into your gushy insides. but when you begin to , slowly and thoroughly lick his neck repeatedly, while you sloppily humped him, his hands shot to your hips, gripping the skin tightly. it’s as though he’s trying to stop you in the name of morals, but the way he digs his fingers into your hips betrays him—he isn’t using nearly enough force to actually halt you.

after you milked him three times with your throat, he’s thankfully lasting longer than he would have inside of a pussy otherwise. still, having only experienced the sensation of his own hand before tonight, he’s already on the brink of cumming after just ten minutes.

he starts frantically begging you to get off, pleading with you to stop and please please get off but instead, you sink your teeth into his shoulder. with one final, forceful plunge down, you stop moving entirely, locking your hips against his, cock so deep that your outer lips press into the skin where his pubes meet.

it’s like you’re using your hole as a suction tube that’s built with the intention to stimulate a humans cock in all the right ways as to collect semen efficiently. he feels like he’s tied down by metaphorical ropes and forced to cum into the tube with no way of fighting it.

his warnings urge you to reach between your bodies and circle your clit frantically. it doesn’t even take thirty seconds for you to cum because just the thought of him releasing his purest form of love into your heart shaped womb is too precious.

his breathing is erratic, almost alarming, while his eyes flicker and twitch. his toes curl, and his hips jerk up involuntarily one last time as he pleads ‘noo!’ one last time. his mouth hangs open in a way that almost looks comical as his cock jolts, breeding you. if you could somehow see inside your body with an x ray of sorts, you’d witness the way his cock twitches in tandem to the cum traveling through it, only to be drawn in and milked by your pulsing walls, perfectly made to collect it. you feel absolute bliss, as his dna pools within you, bringing you as close as physically possible.

you collapse onto his body, both of you gasping for air. with a shaky hand, he adjusts his crooked glasses, carefully straightening them.

despite everything, satoru softly asks if you’re okay, his tone full of the brotherly concern you love so much. you hum happily in response, your body reacting as your pussy clenches, making him let out a guttural wheeze, as though he’d been punched in the stomach. you both stay like that for a long time, and when you ask him to, satoru gently rubs your back, just like he does when you can’t sleep, while you rest against him, his cock still warm inside your body.

he listens carefully, straining to hear any sign that your parents are awake as you lie together in the afterglow. thankfully, he hears nothing. when you start showering sweet kisses along his neck and up to his jaw, he feels a flutter in his stomach, and his cock jerks. but he pulls his head away slightly and gently grabs your shoulders to pull you away, looking you in the eye. you break free from his grasp and continue kissing him all over his face, even as he tells you this is wrong and it can never happen again.

but satoru can tell himself whatever he wants because twenty minutes and an energy drink from his mini fridge later, he’s pounding you into his bed like his life depends on it. you cry out, eyes permanently rolled to the back of your skull as he’s forcing you to stay deep down in a mating press. he’s pushing you down with more force than he realizes, the stretch painful as he’s unaware of how much weight he’s placing on you. you can barely breathe, but you don’t mind. you know it’s because he’s inexperienced, too lost in the ecstasy between your legs to pay attention to anything else.

satoru even starts crying pathetically in utter guilt as he ruts into you sloppily and erratically hard because he’s not used to this hip motion or exercise in general. he’s whining drawn out and pathetic that he’s so sorry, over and over again, babbles that he’s just not used to this and can’t stop. to comfort him, you grip his tear-streaked cheeks and pull him close, encouraging him to drop his full weight onto you into a deep hug, above and below. you kiss him deeply, exchanging breaths and saliva, offering reassurance in the midst of his turmoil that it’s okay i love you.

many positions and rounds later, pillows and blankets are everywhere but the bed and he’s basically just sloshing his own cum back into you. the only evidence of cum around the room is between your legs because big brother satoru can’t possibly find the willpower to pull out now after you showed him how intimate a creampie is.

by the end of the night, you’re both so exhausted that you end up sleeping through the entire next day. your parents find it endearing how close you two still are, thinking it’s cute that you spent all night playing video games together, especially since satoru has no friends. however, when they make a comment about you guys being too loud, satoru nearly breaks down crying, about to confess everything. thankfully, under the table, you manage to grab his cock through his pants just in time, freezing him in place as you quickly make an excuse to your parents and apologize for the noise.

satoru likes to insist it was just a one-time thing whenever the topic comes up in conversation, especially when you tease him about it. but no matter how much he tells himself that, it just keeps happening—again and again.

the second time it happens, you rub him through his sweatpants at dinner without even looking at him while you tell your parents about an upcoming project for one of your lectures. he tried to make you stop but he busts in his pants. he even got mad at you for a few hours after, ignoring you with a hard expression until you surprised him with his favorite mochi and said you’re sorry. (you’re not.)

the third time, you claim that you want to take a bath with him like old times and your parents just love how much closer you guys are lately! satoru even believed your innocent act as you sat with your back to his chest in the water, until you lodged your brother into your pussy. when he started reprimanding you, you explained to him that cock warming isn’t fucking and sat there for thirty minutes. satoru ended up being the one to grow impatient. he wrapped one arm around your chest and shoulders, one around your lower hips, and humped up into you like a rabbit, making a watery mess on the floor. he doesn’t much care for cock warming.

the fourth time, satoru gets a job to buy a car just so he can drive you two out to an anime convention on a little siblings trip. you ended up fucking through the whole weekend without ever even leaving the hotel room. nerdy satoru even initiated some of it: telling you not to sleep in the extra bed, giving a little peck goodnight with the claim that a small peck is healthy between family (not like your other kisses at all), cuddling you into him like you’re his own personal stuffed animal, telling you how much he enjoys spending time with you, rubbing his hands up and down your back affectionately. it’s not long until his hands venture down to your ass and then before you know it, he’s thrusting into you as he holds your head so it doesn’t bang into the head board.

the fifth time, you sneak under his desk as he wrote a physics paper and you drank milk until you grew sleepy and passed out on his thigh as his cock twitched and kissed your cheek in appreciation. he wrote the word ‘the’ in the span of an hour.

the sixth time, you were doing a family movie night, and someone had to make popcorn so you and satoru hopped up to make it, since that’s a two man job, according to you. stovetop popcorn is just so much better than the easy microwave one your parents urged you to do. the second you turn on the stove, you called out that you couldn’t even hear the movie and grabbed the remote from the counter to turn it all the way up as satoru kissed your neck. your mouths crashed together the second you put the remote down and it doesn’t take long for him push you to lean over the counter and slowly, slowly slide in and out of you as to not make a lot of noise while your parents were mere feet away, happily unaware while the popcorn is popping. just in time, the popcorn timer went off as you came.

the seventh time, you were at some college party and you fed whispers into his ear in the corner of the room as you -not so subtly- pawed at his growing bulge. detailed coos of how you wanted him to fuck and lick and finger you as his eyes swirled in a spiral. he nervously fingered you, terribly with inexperience, in the bathroom before you got frustrated and shoved his face into your slit. it was so nice to make out and grope him in public where no one knows you’re related<3

satoru doesn’t mind not having a girlfriend anymore.

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BAM! BROCEST

Sukuna has surprisingly left you alone for a few days. By the time you wake up in the morning he’s already out the door and gone to practice. During the rare times he joined the family for dinner he minded his own business and was even polite, as much as he was capable of, towards your mother.

It made you feel as if you were losing your mind. Was the animosity one sided? Was he truly being antagonistic towards you this whole time or was it something you projected onto him?

Now you’re having dinner with everyone and Sukuna walks in late. He’s limping and has crutches under his arm. Your instinct is to help him but you catch yourself, nothing good will come from engaging with him.

“Oh sweetheart, what happened?” Your mother asks, concerned.

“Twisted my ankle, might be a torn ligament. The coach fuckin’ benched me for two weeks.” Sukuna huffed as he slumped in the chair next to you, taking the plate your mother hands him with a nod. “I might be out longer if it doesn’t get better.”

Jin’s face lights up, eager to share his news with everyone. “That works out perfectly, doesn’t it honey?” He looks over to your mom who nods back with enthusiasm. “We need someone to watch the house while we're gone for a week.”

“Darling,” your mom faces your confused expression, “Jin and I have been putting off our honeymoon for a little while now and we realized that our schedules will finally align next week. So we’re finally making it to Bali!” Her excitement reaches your ears but you only take in the fact that your safeguards will be thousands of miles away.

Jin takes over just as your face falls, worried about how many responsibilities you’re going to have stacked on your already full plate with them gone. “Yuji is going to stay with the Fushiguro’s for the week and Choso said he is going to take this opportunity to visit Yuki since she moved out of the city.”

Everything suddenly got worse. Yuji and Choso being a constant presence in the home was always a buffer, not as much as your mother was, but still a way to keep Sukuna in line. With them gone you didn’t even want to imagine how his behavior was going to escalate.

“Don’t worry, honey! Jin and I will fill the fridge with plenty of food before we go, and you can always just order food while we're gone, we’ll leave you some money. And now with Sukuna injured, we really do need someone capable of taking care of the home.”

Sukuna says nothing and keeps his face unmoving but the way his eyes glance over you tells you that he’s reveling in the news. There was no getting out of this and once again the idea of ruining your mom’s fairy tale weighed heavily on your mind.

“Besides,” your mom continues on, “Sukuna tells me that you both have started to get along! I’m so glad that you’ve been trying to make our little family work.” Her voice is so cheerful it almost sounds foreign. You can’t burst her bubble now, not yet at least.

“Sure thing, mom.” You nod and try to occupy your mind with something else.

You politely sit and listen to the way your mother gushes about the resort they are going to be staying at and how she can’t wait to pack. Sukuna nudges your leg with his to get your attention. You’re met with a raised brow and a nod towards the hallway of your bedrooms. A sneer graces your features and you gather your plate, appetite ruined.

“I’m not feeling very well. I’m gonna shower and head to bed early.” You say before receiving a nod from your mother. She offers you a kiss on the cheek and asks you to help her pick out a vacation wardrobe tomorrow when you feel better.

As the warm shower water cascades down your back you can’t stop your mind from reeling. Flashes of Sukuna pinning you down and ravishing you while the house is empty won’t leave your mind no matter how much you try to shift your focus.

More than anything else, you hate how you feel yourself getting so worked up over the thought of what he had planned for you. You had to remind yourself that he backed off since that night he climbed in your bed; maybe he got it out of his system, maybe he found someone else to bother.

A strange feeling curled in your stomach at the thought, an ugly feeling of jealousy and possession. That made you feel worse than anything Sukuna himself had done.

You shut the water off and wrap a towel around yourself, upset that the time alone did little to soothe your frazzled mind. As you reach the door to your room you aren’t prepared to be met with Sukuna rummaging through your drawers.

You can still hear Yuji and Choso speaking with your parents on the other side of the house. You quickly close the door behind you so you can speak clearly without someone else listening in.

“What the hell are you doing in here? Get out!”

“I need my nurse to help me again.” Sukuna says while pulling out a pair of lacy underwear from the neat pile inside your dresser. “Oh, you’re definitely wearing this for me when mom and dad are gone.”

“You’re sick.” You spit, disgust marring your features as he pockets a different pair. “And she’s not your mom, don’t call her that.”

“Lock that door,” he nods his head towards it. “I’ve had a shit day and you’re going to make it better for me.”

“I’d rather die.”

“Is that so?” He challenges. “Then go tell your mom what you think of me, right now. Tell her that you hate me, that you think I’m a demon that’s ruining your life. We’ll see how fast that little honeymoon is canceled."

You stand still, teeth biting down on your inner cheek to keep your emotions in check.

“And don’t forget how disappointed in you she’s gonna be. You have no idea how many times she’s told me she’s ‘so proud of us for getting along’ over breakfast. Yuji too. He’d be heartbroken to learn that this family isn’t going to work out. Choso doesn’t say it but you’re probably his only friend outside of Yuji and Yuki.” Sukuna shrugs like what he said means nothing. “Ya’ know, your choice.”

You couldn’t control the wobble in your voice, not even from fear or frustration. His mere presence brought out a side of you that felt meek and helpless, and it made you all the angrier at him.

“I need to get dressed first.” You’re still dripping water onto your floor as the towel wrapped around you soaks up as much as it can handle.

Sukuna simply shakes his head and leans back against the headboard of your bed. With a grunt he stretches out his injured leg and pats the small empty space he left for you on the mattress.

“Leave the towel and get your ass over here.”

His face grows bored the longer you spend deciding what to do. The idea of him growing tired of you is the catalyst for you locking the door and hanging your towel to dry over the knob. You hate that you care about what he thinks and does, but there’s no time to think about that now when you catch the way his throat bobs up and down with a swallow as you approach him fully exposed.

“I didn’t really get a chance to see how pretty my sister’s pussy was last time.”

He grabs your phone off the nightstand and wraps an arm around your shoulder as you sit next to him. An attempt to make space between you both is proven to be useless as he scooches you closer to him, his body heat warming your damp, chilled skin.

Sukuna places your phone directly in front of you, unlocking it automatically as it scans your face. You try to grab the device from him but a sharp swat on your backside stops your fussing. “I already told you, we’re gonna swap videos and we’re doing it now. You wanna go first, or should I?”

“I do not wanna see what depraved shit you’ve been getting off to.” You reply.

“Well… I was gonna come in here and fuck you until the whole house hears you screaming my name but I can’t really chase after you when I’m like this.” He gestures to his elevated ankle. “So watching my depraved shit is what you’re gonna have to do, baby sister. What will it be? You or me first?”

You mull it over in your mind, the last thing you wanted was for him to go through your search history. You never had to hide it before moving in with the Itadori’s, so God only knows what you have bookmarked or saved.

“Ugh, you go first.”

“Oh princess, I didn’t know you were so eager to find out my kinks.” Sukuna’s smile was deadly as he gloated.

“You’re beyond delusional.” You retort, watching anxiously as he casts your phone aside and pulls his own out.

“I’ve been planning this for days, sis. I think you’re gonna like this one a lot.” Sukuna smiles as he rotates the phone horizontally.

You’re unable to move much as his arm holds you even tighter against his side while the video starts. You all but jump as the first noise you hear from the speaker is a woman crying out in pain. Said woman is bent over a leather bench, her round ass in the air and already glowing red under the dim lights.

A man walks around her and fists her hair into a makeshift ponytail. As the camera pans to the front of her bent form, you watch as her mouth opens and tears streak down her face. The man’s cock is shoved down her throat and the muffled sounds of her wet gagging echo out.

A gloved hand smacks her ass cheek and you can’t help the way your heart beats loudly at the visuals of her mouth being used. You’re so entranced by the way the man spanks her once again that you don’t notice Sukuna handing your phone to you until the heavy object lands on your abdomen.

“Your turn.” Sukuna looks more than satisfied by the expression on your face, the slight glaze over your eyes. “Unless you want to finish the video?”

“No!” You say a bit too quickly. “I’ll find something.”

“And no bullshitting me either.” Sukuna warns. “I’ve seen some of your searches, show me something good.”

You open your browser app and much to your misfortune you still have a tab open on your private setting.

“Fuck, were you watching this last night or somethin’?” Sukuna teases but genuine curiosity peaks through his words.

“I’m gonna find another one just give me a minute-” The phone was pulled from your grasp followed by Sukuna starting the video you left open.

The video was already halfway viewed and the scene that was resumed had you mortified. The female actor was being held up in the shower as her significantly taller male costar pounded into her from behind. Her legs dangled as she hovered, solely being supported by his bulky arms wrapped around her midsection and the hands she planted against the shower tiles.

“Okay you saw it.” You wanted to claw your eyes out, maybe his too. “Just show me another one of your perverted ones.”

You wanted to move on quickly. Not because the video was particularly shameful, really it was just a size difference kink being shown, but because you didn’t want him seeing the true reason you clicked the video to begin with. It disgusted you to think about but your brain with its late night urges has never had the best judgement.

Sukuna looked a bit uninterested in the video until the actors shifted to the other side of the shower where the camera panned out to show more than just a closeup of the actress. His garnet eyes widening before a toothy grin broke out on his face.

You feel sick as you see the male actor’s body, knowing that Sukuna was taking in the very detail that made you pause your scrolling and watch it last night.

Not only was the actor’s body sculpted and built intimidatingly large but the tattoo’s he sported, though not exactly the same, had a resemblance to Sukuna’s tattoo’s. Twin black bands across his thigh and bicep. The other tattoos on his body were of their own style but it was undeniable that a few more were also similar to the man laying next to you.

“No fucking way.” Sukuna looked at you incredulously.

“That’s not why I watched it.” Your rebuttal was useless, his ego was already inflated.

“Yes it fucking is. This is perfect; you’re perfect.” He said with such arrogance you wanted to punch him. “You’re gonna love this next one.”

“I would love it if you left my room.”

“So that’s why you wanted to change the video so badly?" Sukuna laughed at your misery, reveling in your discomfort.

You cursed him under your breath and waited as he pulled the next one up on his phone.

Your face fell flat as soon as the thumbnail and description popped up on the small screen. “SLUTTY STEPSIS BEGS FOR DEEP CREAMPIE” 

“You don’t actually watch this shit, do you?” You ask while the most obvious and cheesy porn lines are spoken between both actors. 

“I didn’t before, but I’ve been inspired lately. I prefer them more bound and gagged, a bit like you do, baby sister, but the plot of this one is pretty good.”

You say nothing as you note that the actress shares the same coloring as your own hair and eyes, trying not to dwell on that. Likely just a coincidence that she also has a similar build to your own.

Her legs are pinned back as her “step bro” fucks her in long deep strokes. “Fuck! Bro you’re gonna get me pregnant!” she moans out as the thrusting speeds up. You are far too aware of your own body right now; how fast you're breathing in, how your cheeks warm up, how your body thrums at the, admittedly poor quality, clip.

You’re finding it harder and harder to focus, eyes slipping down past the phone in Sukuna’s large hand only to catch an eyeful of the heavy bulge poking out between his legs. It takes every ounce of control to not groan at the idea of grinding yourself on his thick cock again.

“If you’d rather just have me fuck you, you can say it, you know?”

He definitely caught you staring. But between the heat radiating off of him and the moaning coming from the speakers, you couldn’t be bothered to fight him on the allegation.

“Fuck off.”

“Give me your phone.” He says.

You hand it over without a fight, unlocked and all. Maybe your walls were worn down by his persistence or maybe you were just exhausted from being teased by the videos he had been playing. You didn’t want to think about another option that could be at play; the idea that you are enjoying his twisted attention.

He’s scrolling through your tabs and bookmarks until he lands on one that piques his interests.

The video opens up with its all too familiar intro for the porn studio, and like a pavlovian dog, your clit throbs in anticipation from the sound alone. The scene starts with the actress tied face down to a bed, ass arched high in the air, wearing nothing but a pair of stiletto heels and ropes on her arms.

She’s gagged and looks worried as the male actor enters the scene. He has a leather riding crop in hand and circles her once before striking it across her ass. Her attempts to move her torso away from the strike only earns her another swat, this time across thighs.

The actor has a wand vibrator in hand and holds it against her slit, teasing her sex while alternating between spanking her with a wide palm and whipping her with the crop. She pleads with him, begging through the ball gag for permission to cum as the vibrations get more intense.

“I knew we were alike.” He says presumptuously. “Touch yourself for me.” When you hesitate and don’t move fast enough he adds, “do it or I’ll fuck you and record it. I’ll send it to your mom.”

His threats felt like a gun to the head, so you follow his orders.

Sukuna feels you shifting and takes that as his cue to adjust himself as well. He removes his arm from around you to pull his loose pants down. Your eyes flicker between the screen and the way he begins to slowly fist his cock.

The woman in the video is moaning and drooling as she’s getting fucked, the vibrator tortuously being held against her swollen cunt. The double visuals in front of you make you dizzy with need.

You carefully move your hand down your exposed body and circle your clit. You wanted to get a hold of yourself, to stop your hands from moving and your body from reacting, but you couldn’t be helped now.

Sukuna has seen the porn you watch, and for fuck's sake you remind yourself, you came on his cock already; you can’t get much lower than that.

The man in the video begins inserting a toy inside her other hole as he rams his length inside of her, stuffing her full as she continues to cry out in an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.

“Sit on my face.” Sukuna whines out, completely drowning in his own lust.

You’re hardly able to be pulled out of your trance, eyes too focused on the way the actress squirts after a particularly harsh thrust. “Huh?”

“Come on! Get your ass up here or I’ll fuck your throat and leave instead.”

Without a second thought you climb over him while he slides down flat on your mattress. Two warm hands pull you down onto his mouth as the phone and video playing are tossed aside and forgotten about.

Everything about him is big; his body, his cock, even his tongue. The warm muscle slides through your wet slit, covering every inch of you as it moves back and forth. You grind yourself down on him as his tongue sinks inside your pussy, thinking to yourself that if he suffocates to death down there that it is a solution, not a problem.

It doesn’t take much to make your body feel like a live wire is running through you. After half an hour of tension and teasing while watching other people fuck on camera, you are so worked up that just the warmth of his tongue has you panting and moaning.

“I hate you. I hate you.” You chant while chasing your end. He was too talented with his mouth, knowing just when to let up and when to increase the pressure on your clit.

You tense and grip his messy pink hair with one hand, the other one brought to your mouth to bite back your moans. But the high doesn’t last, you’re pulled from the edge of a climax by him lifting you off of his face.

“If you wanna cum, you gotta suck me off, got it?”

Too fucked out of your mind, too close to care you, nod quickly.

“Fine! Just shut up and let me cum-” You squeak out as he positions you to face away from him while still arching over his body.

His hand lands on your ass, the stinging blow causing you to buck away from his touch. A sequence of smacks follow you as you attempt to escape his hand.

You never hated how large he was more than in this moment. Arms that could wrap around you with ease, hands that gripped your hair without him straining to even sit up. You were held in place as he reddened your right cheek with hand prints.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like this.” Sukuna taunts as he tugs your hair a little tighter for emphasis. “I could hold you down and fuck this ass raw and you’d still cum for me.”

You knew that placidity he showed all week was just masking the evil shit he wanted to do to you. You also knew that every word he spoke had some truth behind it. 

“Get your mouth to work, I’ve got something I wanna test out.” Sukuna says before he wraps his lips around your clit and suctions against the aching bud.

You lick his leaking tip with the flat of your tongue, tracing the weeping slit while fisting his shaft. It’s an awkward balancing act as you try to stay arched with only one hand on the bed. It takes you a moment to get used to stretching your jaw around his girth but the feeling of his lips and tongue alternating their movement on your bud ease you into it.

Sukuna switches between using his hands to whack the supple flesh of your thighs and to shove two thick digits deep inside your cunt. You’re leaking down his face and each pump of those rough fingers have you moaning around the cock in your mouth.

“Such a good girl for her big brother.” He delights in the way you’re unable to hide how your walls clench at his words, sucking his fingers even deeper inside of you without meaning to. “I could do anything I want to you and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

You panic as one long thick finger leaves your pussy to circle the tight rim adjacent to it, teasing the entrance with how slick the digit is from your essence.

“Don’t touch me there. Stop!” You gasp for air as you turn your head back, trying to meet his eyes, pleading.

All you’re met with is a scowl and deeply blown out pupils, high off lust and power.

“If you pull your mouth off my cock one more time I will fuck this ass dry.”

As your mouth returns to his length, his digits thrust back inside your pussy. The threat of him ravaging you still weighs heavy on your mind. There was no such thing as an empty threat with Sukuna.

The occasional swipe of his tongue upwards had you mewling. A long wet trail of his wet muscle from your clit to your ass makes your legs shake unexpectedly. Thankfully that’s all it remains, an occasional nod, a reminder of his promise.

The action has you strung tight once again, each swirl of tongue and brush of his lips pulling you closer to the edge. You can’t hold back your moans any longer, suddenly thankful for the cock that is prodding your throat for muffling the sounds. As you reach your peak you feel your body release more and more slick.

Your hands clench on Sukuna’s thighs as you cum on his hand and in his mouth. You try to shift off of him when your crescendo ebbs but his mouth remains in place. You’re simultaneously afraid to stop sucking him off but you can’t handle the feeling of your throbbing clit being stimulated any longer.

You double your efforts with your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip and fist rotating around the shaft with each bob of your head. Sukuna’s body goes rigid as he tries to fight off his own release and it becomes a challenge of who can finish first.

Despite focusing on anything but your own body, you feel heat creeping through you once again. Pushing aside the urge to gag and cough, you take him as deep down your throat as you can manage, your moans vibrating the sensitive tip that slides past your uvula.

Sukuna grunts and presses his tongue harder against your clit, a mess of spit and cum sliding around as he works his mouth to exhaustion.

You can’t be sure, mind too foggy to think clearly, but you think it’s you who cums first, rocking your hips as if they weren’t seconds away from collapsing under the stress of holding yourself up for so long. Sukuna finishes down your throat, milky streams that seem to never end, before you pull yourself free and finally catch your breath.

“No more. I can’t-” you try to swat Sukuna away as his fingers replace his mouth on your throbbing slit.

“Of course you can. Your pussy speaks to me ‘ya know,” his fingers furiously slide back and forth over your overly sensitive clit, “and right now she’s saying I can get her to squirt in about two more orgasms.”

“I’ve never-, I don’t think I can.” You are feeling weak down to the bone, left with hardly enough strength to wipe the drool and cum that runs down your chin. “Please don’t.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Sukuna offers. “You just need to cum one more time for me. If I’m right and I can get you to squirt, then we get to do this every night until mom and dad leave for their honeymoon; If you can’t do it, then I’ll leave you alone… until mom and dad go on their honeymoon.”

“I can’t.” You groan with desperation, tears welling in your eyes as your body twitches at the constant contact of his hand. “I can’t.”

Sukuna rolls you over onto your back and spreads your legs. He spends a moment taking in the sight of your messy folds, swollen and glistening. You feel him as he lines his already semi-hard cock up with your asshole while folding your knees to your chest. “I’ll just fuck you then.”

“No! I’ll do it! I’ll let you do it! Please don’t-” You beg.

“I don’t know, this seems like more fun. I can’t get enough of that look on your face right now.”

You feel a nudge against your tight rim and get desperate. He’s too thick, too large to fit even if you were prepped and stretched. The idea of him taking you right now with only the minimal slick that dripped down made you scared, like a caged rabbit dangled in front of a starved wolf.

“Please, big brother. I want you to make me squirt, make me cum. I’ll take anything, please, just don’t fuck me there.” You cry desperately, willing to say anything that will pull him back.

Sukuna lights up as you call him that. “You want your big brother to make you cum? Want me to take care of you?”

You nod, too ashamed and disgusted by the words you’ve already spoken to say anything more. You’re confident that nothing will happen, you’ve even tried it on yourself before. Squirting is just a function you did not possess. 

Your fingers grip the bed sheets as he works both hands on you. One hand is curling three digits upwards inside your pussy while the other hand rolls your clit back and forth. It’s taking no time at all for the sensations to build higher and higher.

Lolling your head side to side, you moan as his movements become faster. He taunts you as the pressure in your abdomen increases. You are just lucid enough to hear him brag that you’re going to lose and that he will enjoy every second of your time together once he wins.

Juices make an audible splashing noise as you feel your legs shake, your whole body shivering and convulsing. A warmth, growing larger and larger like a bubble, settles over your body. You can’t breathe, everything is too tense, too tight.

With wide eyes you feel it. Warm liquid spraying down your legs that has you gasping for air. Sukuna groans as your body releases itself in a new way. So over-stimulated that you can’t even sense when he removes his hands from inside of you. All you can feel is the aches in your hips and the heavy throbbing of your body.

“I told you. Your pussy speaks to me, and she’s a lot more truthful than you are, little sister.”

“I hope you rot in hell.” You are barely able to speak but your spite wins against exhaustion.

Sukuna never tried to hide his lack of morals from anyone, wearing the trait instead as a badge of honor. He reveled in the way others would whisper about him as they watched him out of the corner of their eye, steering their daughters away from him because they knew what he was like. Everyone saw the way he looked at you, his own daughter—lidded eyes that stared for longer than they should, shamelessly ogling what he considered to be the best parts of you. 

When his friends would comment about how well you "filled out" after you grew up, he wouldn't chide them. He'd just laugh and agree. 

"She's mine, course she looks good." 

What people didn't see was how much you fed into his behavior. It was a secret piece of knowledge that Sukuna kept to himself, not wanting to risk it getting out to the wrong people… like your mother. 

You were the only good thing that came from his union with "that woman," as he called her. 

His perfect daughter that never wore pants around the house, opting instead for a pair of panties and a tank top. You were so sweet to him, bending over in the fridge to give him a nice show while he had his breakfast. Sleeping naked with the door opened so when jerked off he could get a view of your bare pussy, still slick from touching yourself—preferring his hand and the idea of his daughter over the body of his wife. 

But as perfect as you are, you sure as shit know how to piss your old man off. 

Veins are bulging in his hand from how hard he's gripping his phone, glaring down at the screen as he replays the video you sent him for the fifth time. Your high pitched moans are flowing from the speaker, all whiny and desperate, as whoever you're with points the camera right at the place where he's sliding inside you. The flash is on, giving Sukuna almost too good of a view of the way your virgin cunt is swallowing the boy's underwhelming length. 

Slut.

That was the first word that came to his mind when he'd opened your message—"my first time :)"

"Home. Now." He'd replied curtly. 

Your knees are aching from being pressed into the floorboards for so long, but they don't hurt nearly as much as your jaw which has been stretched wide for the same amount of time. Sukuna pushed you to his feet less than a minute after you walked through the door, slapping you once across the face with a single command to 'open up.' 

The gags coming from where you're choking on his dick between his legs are merely a distraction as he watches the pathetic way you're getting fucked on camera. 

"You could've just asked if ya wanted your daddy to fuck you like a whore," Sukuna's anger is evident in his tone and the way he presses his cock impossibly harder into the back of your throat. 

Your nose is buried in his untrimmed bush, his natural musk filling your nose as you struggle to breathe. Drool is already spilling from your lips and down to his heavy balls from how long you've been forced to cockwarm the man with your little mouth. 

Sukuna finally closes out of the video, opting to open his own camera now. He makes sure you're captured in the middle of the frame, the flash on as well so he can see the pretty tears in your eyes, the sweat on your skin, the way his dick is shoved between his bratty daughter's lips. "You look good like this, baby. On your knees, mouth filled with my cock," Sukuna muses. "Got you to shut up too. Might have to show Fushiguro."

Sukuna grins wickedly when he sees the way your eyes widen. You don't know what you'd do if a photo like that got out—the tell-tale tattoos around your father's thighs being particularly incriminating. 

"What? Now you don't like bein' in the spotlight?" he goads, pulling you off of him until just the tip rests on your tongue. You're coughing immediately, but the second you're about to take your first real breath of air, Sukuna is thrusting back down your throat.

"Yeah, get my dick nice and wet like that—gonna regret it if you don't. Means it'll hurt more when I fuck your ass." 

"Mmmfg!" is what your strangled attempt at protest sounds like. Even if you could get a word out, Sukuna wouldn't listen. You lost the right to him treating you nicely when you pulled your stupid stunt. 

"You wanna go 'round whoring yourself out on camera, then you'll get fucked the way you deserve," Sukuna all but snarls at you before finally yanking you off of him for good. With one last shove, he sends you tumbling into the ground at his feet.

You hit the floor hard, your palms stinging from attempting to catch yourself. The whole time, Sukuna just stands there. With his cock in his hand, he's pumping himself slowly as he gets off on the way your naked form is sprawled out before him, trying to recuperate. "Face down, ass up, and spread yourself open f'me." 

You scramble to do as he says, not daring to talk back with how stern his voice is. When you're finally presenting yourself to Sukuna how he asked, he wastes no time kneeling behind you, the head of his cock already kissing your entrance. 

"Wait, dad, condom." You remember when you feel the warmth of his tip rubbing along your slit, smearing his pre into the arousal that already gathered there from him using your mouth. 

"You really gonna tell your old man to wrap it up? Don't act like a fuckin' prude when I know you didn't use one with that kid." 

He's right. But it's not the same, because 'that kid' isn't Sukuna. He isn't your own flesh and blood like the man behind you, slamming into your sweet cunt with a single punishing motion. 

Your face rubs painfully against wood floor as you're sent forward with the force of his thrust. "Aah, fuck!" you wail, but Sukuna dismisses you immediately. The weak "Ow…" you let out after must have sounded too close to a moan for him to care. 

The way your pussy feels so good around his dick almost makes Sukuna want to go easy on you, remembering how much he cares about his daugther. 

Almost.

And then remembers that he's not the first person to know what your cunt feels like, and any hopes of being shown mercy from your dad melt away. He sets a pace so brutal that you're trying to crawl away from him, only for him to grab your hips tighter and pull you back. Judging by the footage of your only experience, Sukuna knows you can't handle it and that only makes him want to go harder. 

You're whimpering so cutely, cheeks wet from tears and your lips from the saliva that keeps spilling from them. Everything burns. The stretch from your dad's fat cock inside your tight pussy, your already sore knees now starting to bruise, your neck stiffening as your head is bent at an uncomfortable angle. There's no plush mattress, no cushiony pillows to make you feel better as Sukuna pounds you into the floor so hard you think it might splinter into your skin. 

Through it all, there's nothing you can do to prevent the lewd sounds that are slipping out of your mouth with a messy amount of drool that only makes you look even more like a pornstar. Deep down, you love this, he knows you do. You internalize all the insults that Sukuna throws your way because it makes the occasional praise he sings sound that much louder. Just as with the immense pain he's inflicting upon you, it only serves to make the pleasure that much better. 

Your orgasm is building too quick for your own brain to keep up, rapidly reducing you to a puddle of moans and cries for the man that's destroying you.

"Daddy! I—ohh fuck, I'm," you mewl, eyes rolling back as your cunt starts to throb around Sukuna's girth.

"Yeah, I know," Sukuna grunts. Your hazy mind can hardly comprehend what he's doing when you feel him shifting around you. He adjusts his position with his cock inside you until your face is being trapped against the hardwood, pinned underneath Sukuna's bare foot. 

The new angle is too much. No longer rutting forward into you, Sukuna is slamming down onto you, splitting you in half on his cock as he forces it unbelievably deeper inside you. 

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, I can't," you sob, chest heaving as you cry harder. "Too deep, dad, wait—" 

"Save it," he snaps at you. "This cunt is cryin' more than you, I know ya love getting used like the pretty slut you are. You're fucked in the head just like me." 

He's not wrong. Within moments you're cumming so hard that you think you might pass out, your legs shaking uncontrollably as Sukuna finally starts to slow down. 

"See? Makin' a god damn mess too." Sukuna sneers as he watches the way your pussy is starting to leak, creamy white slick coating his shaft as he slides out of you. "Your mom would be disappointed to know you turned out this way."

"Fuck off," you groan tiredly, not able to be bothered to care what your mother would think when you just had the best orgasm of your life. 

Sukuna chuckles as he steps off your head, moving instead to rub his hand between your folds, gathering your slick on two fingers. You wake up more when you feel him circling the rim of your asshole, prodding at the tight entrance with every couple swipes. 

"No, don't. I don't want to… not today," you try, having a feeling you wouldn't change Sukuna's mind.

He rolls his eyes, confirming your suspicions when he lazily pushes both fingers into your ass, ignoring the loud whine from you. "You say that but you don't mean it, look how well you're takin' these fingers. Can tell you want more." Sukuna slips his hand out of you before replacing them with the tip of his dick. "I know what my little girl needs." 

It's almost adorable the way your asshole clenches like that would stop him from fucking it. And the way you whimper another 'dad please, don't." Pathetic. 

When Sukuna presses his cock inside your tightest hole it's with an agonizing stretch. He didn't give you nearly enough prep to comfortably take someone of his size, and all of the cum and spit that's coating his monstrous length is doing nothing to ease the intrusion. 

A sound halfway between a scream and a croak escapes you as you crumble under Sukuna's weight, slumping into the hard floor beneath you for the second time tonight. 

"You need to loosen up, kid," he grunts, both hands spreading your cheeks apart to get a better view of his dick nudging inside your ass. The skin is taut and he can see the muscles tensing, trying to keep him out. It's causing him such difficulty that he wonders if it's even worth it as the friction starts to spread some of your pain to him. 

But it's the only part of you that hasn't been corrupted yet, and he'll be damned if another man gets to it first. 

"Fuck, it hurts," more tears pour from your eyes, dripping onto the ground below you. "Dad, I'm—am I bleeding?" You have to ask with the way it feels like you're being torn apart—you won't be surprised if the answer is yes.

"Nah, I'd fit inside a lot easier if you were though. Maybe you should," Sukuna muses, grinning when you writhe in his grip, trying to adjust to his size. "What, you don't want that?"

You're not even sure what you want. 

You want this all to be over. You want Sukuna to leave you alone and pretend you never started this whole thing. But you also want him to make you feel good in every way that he knows how, even when it hurts and you're not sure you can take it.

Because your knees are not only bruised but now scraped from sliding roughly against the wood with each thrust you had to endure. Your throat is sore from crying and shouting and gagging on your dad's cock. And still, your pussy is so soaked that it's leaking around nothing, producing more slick as Sukuna's hips inch to yours, until you're flush together once more.

"Never felt anything this tight," Sukuna groans, his entire length now buried inside your ass. It's so warm and squeezing him perfectly, he's not sure he'll ever want to fuck anything else again. With an experimental roll of his hips, his dick feels like it's pressing all the way into your stomach, making you whimper and squirm. 

The pressure is unparalleled. He's everywhere, overwhelming you from the inside out until all you can think of is him. 

All you can smell is his cologne and sweat. All you can hear are his grunts and groans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours when he pulls out half way before slamming back in. And all you can feel are his fingers digging into your flesh, his girth spreading you open so wide and deep that it's dizzying. 

"Play with yourself for me, baby." His voice is raspy, laced with exertion and strain from trying to hold himself together. Your body fits him much better than your mom's. "Told ya to loosen the fuck up," he lands a searing slap to your ass that makes you yelp. 

You have to lean onto your shoulder in order to snake a hand under you, reaching for your clit with a weak finger. Your neck is stiff, crooked at an awkward angle, and the poor thing feeling like it's going to snap when you try to look between your legs as your fumble around. Sukuna's moving faster now, reaching a steady rhythm that only serves to throw you off as you try to touch yourself. 

But eventually you find it—the right amount of pressure on that perfect spot which brings you just enough pleasure to forget all the ways in which your body feels like it's falling apart. Finally you relax just the slightest bit, allowing Sukuna to rut into you easier.

"Thaaat's it. See, feels good when you listen to your daddy." 

"Mmhng," you mewl, unable to find your words. You can't bring yourself to focus on anything more than trying to breathe through your punishment until you can get rewarded with another climax. 

"You let that boy fuck you here?" He already knows the answer.

"N-no," you reply, your voice shaking.

"Good," Sukuna growls. "Stupid girl. Fuckin' pissed me off today," he emphasizes the sentiment with another harsh slap to your ass. He puts all his strength into it, watching as the skin immediately starts to well up. 

He knows he's broken you completely when you don't even cry out at the impact, instead your breath just catches in your throat, followed by a sniffle. 

Tears and snot stain your face. Spit keeps pooling in your mouth and it seems like you're never able to swallow it all down, leaving some saliva to constantly dribble out between your lips and onto your chin. 

"Need a picture of this next time, should see how well this ass is takin' my dick. Knew we'd be perfect together." Sukuna is rambling on now, lost in his own thoughts as you're lost in your second approaching orgasm. "Made these holes just for me. No one else." 

Sukuna can feel the blood rushing in his ears, drowning out the rest of the room. He's teetering on the cusp of his orgasm, only holding on by a thread because he wants to bask in the feeling of you for as long as he can. 

But then you're cumming again. Shuddering and gasping on the floor as your arousal seeps onto your hand, sticky and warm. Your muscles tighten up so much it makes Sukuna hiss as you clamp down around his cock and he knows he's done for. 

"Should breed that pretty pussy, fill you up. You want that?" In a twisted sort of way, it's comical how quickly you panic, snapping out of your cockdrunk haze at his threat. 

"No! Please no, dad, you can't," you beg him, trying to appeal to the side of him that you know loves you as his favorite and only daughter. 

"You're lucky this hole feels so good," Sukuna grumbles, "fuck but you'd look so good pregnant with my kid—might even give me another girl. You don't wanna share your daddy with a sister?" 

You don't. You don't want to share him with anyone. That much is clear when you feel his hips still, his balls twitching once before he's spilling inside you. It's a weird but addictive feeling when warm spurts of cum begin to coat your insides, making it easy for Sukuna to finally slide out of you. 

The worst part of you wishes that your mom wasn't even in the picture. You would be fine with just Sukuna to take care of you, relying only on him and knowing that he only has you too. 

"Shit, look at that," Sukuna breathes, admiring the way your gaping hole is now leaking white spend. It's thick and slow as it slides down towards your cunt. 

He can't help himself when he reaches forward, gathering as much of his seed as he can onto his fingers and pushing them inside your pussy. Sukuna doesn't stop until he's reached the last knuckle, reaching as deep as he can. 

"What…" you cough, the fatigue finally catching up to you as your eyelids grow heavy. "What are you doing?"

"Just couldn't waste it," Sukuna murmurs, pumping his fingers languidly in and out of you. You look so spent, your skin bruised and red, your pussy lips all puffy and sore and smothered in slick. 

If you were all his, he'd make sure you looked like this everyday.

Come next morning when you wake up in your bed, your body shows the evidence of your night though red scratches and purple splotches. But you've been showered and tucked under the sheets, a testament to how gently Sukuna cleaned you up and brought you back to your room. It was confusing after he'd treated you so roughly. 

Maybe he felt bad.

But then you remember the way he pushed more and more of his release into your cunt despite your tired moans of protest. And when you try to tell yourself that it will be okay because it's different than if he'd really came inside you, you remember what he said when he laid you down for bed—about how he got your mom pregnant on their first night together.

"It's..." the air is forced from your lungs with each deep thrust of his length inside of you. "Oh my god, it's my first... first time."

He only rolls his eyes, slaps your hand away when you try to grab at his arm. "Obvious. You're bleeding."

You are? You'd check for yourself, catch a glimpse of the red sheen on his cock as he jackhammers into you, but when you lift your head he slaps you hard across the cheek. You gasp, choke on a sob. "'M sorry."

He rolls his eyes, pulling almost all the way out just to slam back inside of you with a grunt. "You'll clean it up."

The force of his endeavours have fresh tears springing to your eyes, but you've never known a feeling like the one blooming in your stomach, so you endure the searing burn and cruel stretch for what rewards it might reap.

Not that you're sure he'd stop if you asked him to anyway.

You try to take him in like this, the stately build of him. He's all muscle, tattooed and pierced and imposing from all sides. His eyes are sharp and uncaring, but hungry and ravenous all the same — you couldn't think of any way to describe him outside of beast-like.

His orgasm is quick to come, his face hardening as he jolts his hips forward and shoots his load inside of you with a groan. He looks so good, muscles irritated and tense as he spills his seed that you can't bring yourself to care about his earlier promise to pull out.

The feeling of being filled up like this, pumped full of cum by a man whose name you don't yet know, is almost enough to spur on your own orgasm. Another stroke from him, or a few mean words in your ear, even another strike across the face and you'd be cumming too.

But he pulls out harshly, no care for your lack of orgasm, and shuts you up when you whine at the burning loss of sensation by prying your mouth open with his fingers and feeding you his cock.

He said you'd clean up, right? Your head is forced back, jaw held open as his cock weighs heavy against your tongue. The taste of salt and iron floods your mouth, and you're keenly reminded of what he said about you bleeding. You gag, forgetting how to breathe through your nose as you're reduced to a warm, wet mouth.

It's only once you've swallowed around him a few times, cleaned the evidence of your loss of virginity from his cock, that he pulls back and lets you breathe. You cough and splutter, wipe the drool from your chin and the tears from your eyes, just to look up him leering over you and decide that you might've just fallen in love.

There's definitely something wrong with you. He grabs a pack of cigarettes from the floor beside the mattress and plucks one out, lighting it with a discarded lighter and inhaling nice and deep.

He cocks a brow when he meets your gaze, still stupid-looking and cockdrunk. "Problem?"

You blink, shake your head once and then wince at the pain blooming on your cheek where he slapped you. "Just..." your voice is hoarse, you cough. "Didn't expect my first time to be on a mattress on the floor. Or... to be like that, at all."

You weren't complaining, he could tell you'd be crawling back with downcast eyes within the week, begging please, fuck me again. Still, he rolls his neck and tries to muster up something apologetic. "Don't have much furniture yet."

"Did you just move in..?" you look around, taking in the sparse apartment. You hadn't been so focused on the decor earlier, not with his cock stealing your attention.

"Something like that," he speaks around his cigarette, looking down at you with eyes that, for some reason, have darkened. "Just got out of prison."

Nausea roils your stomach as, just for a split second, you entertain the impossible. "Oh."

He smiles. It's so predatory and shark-like that you can't remember if he had looked this familiar when he approached you at the bar.

And that look of uncertainty on your face has his cock stirring all over again. Maybe he should've been easier on you, let you cum on his cock and look back on your first time with a little more dignity than this...

"dad! dad, daddy!"

with no time to hesitate, toji rushes inside your room (which you conveniently forgot to lock) and is blinded by your naked body.

he thought you were in danger :(

because the music was playing loudly, you didn't even notice he came into your room :( you still had your blindfold on and your dildo perfectly sliding in and out of you while you rubbed your clit with your other hand.

"yes, daddy harder!" your thumb hit a button to make your dildo vibrate even faster inside you.

toji should've left. the second he saw you naked and weren't actually calling for him, he should have bolted. but the sight of you, all naked and pretty, pussy slick and wet (for him?) was beautiful. he instantly got hard.

the right and moral thing to do would be to leave, go back to ANY other room and forget this ever happened.

but toji isn't a moral man. he literally kills people for money for a living. what's the matter with jerking off to his pretty little stepdaughter?

with that debate settled, toji pulls out his hardening length out of his pants. he hovers at the edge of your bed, loving this show you're putting on for him.

"more daddy! more, more, more," you softly moaned to yourself, picking up the pace thrusting your dildo inside you.

toji spit in his hand and gripped his cock, matching your pace. you steadily went faster and faster, continuing to voice the cutest moans toji has ever heard.

it wasn't until you both started to get close that you said something that surprised you both.

"t-toji!" you shouted. your stepdad groaned at the sound of his name on your lips. at first he thought your 'daddy' nickname could've been fantasizing anyone, now he was certain you were thinking about him.

it didn't take much longer for you both to reach your peaks.

your legs tremble, imagining the monster that would be your step dad's cock inside of you instead of your toy. you turn up the dildo's vibration even more and not even ten seconds later, you're cumming all over it. :( "toojiiiiii!"

much to your surprise, the sight of you cumming is just what toji needed to finish. toji throws his head back when you moan his name again, fisting his cock rapidly at the sight of you. with a few violent pumps, he gets his euphoric release, sending his cum straight towards you! "fffuck," he groans.

it happened all so fast — like one of his assassin missions. one moment, your masterbating with your music blasting and your blindfold on, the next your chest is being sprayed with scalding hot cum.

it was like a fucking shower. rope after rope of hot cum suddenly sprayed you like a rogue out of control garden hose.

you tore your blindfold off and came face to dick with your stepdad.

your mouth was so dry from your earlier singing and moans that you couldn't scream. you just sit there horrified in shock, staring at your stepdad.

"don't act like you didn't want this," toji casually shrugs. "i heard you calling my name babygirl." you want to pull the covers over you to die from embarrassment. "next time you need your car fixed, i think you know how you can repay me."

with that, toji pulls his pants and boxers back on and heads toward the shower.

you're still sitting on your bed, in utter disbelief at what just happened. maybe you should leave your door unlocked more often?

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a/n: uhh sorry this was late. im trying to write more when i get motivation but it's been hard lately :(