yesss!! sorry for posting this late, I got lazy yesterday, but here it is!!!

Dad Satoru taking care of his pretty daughter

cw: incest, reader is implied to be inexperienced

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It was one of those days, wasn’t it? One of those days where no matter how hard you try to ignore it, no matter how hard you squeeze your thighs together, the desperate ache in your pussy just wouldn’t go away :( 

You were home alone today, Dad!Satoru was off on another mission and he would be home soon but…what were you supposed to do? With no mom around to teach you about your raging hormones and how to deal with them, you had no choice but to tell your daddy about them! But it was so embarrassing, the way his eyes would get darker, the way his voice would get low and the way he’d start getting closer and closer, until you were in his lap just like when you were younger.

Sure, you’ve read online about these things but…it's not the same. Wasn’t it weird? Being in your 20’s and still barely knowing how to deal with these things? It was hard…but ah…

Why does this feel so good then? Mindlessly humping the soft fabric of your favorite plushie, you bit your lip to muffle the moans that spilled from your mouth. Your face burned with embarrassment every time your hips rocked against the cute plushie your dad bought for you :( but it just felt so good against your throbbing clit, and you could feel the unfamiliar coil in your belly beginning to tighten

It wasn’t until you were suddenly shoved down onto the bed, ass raised to show off your puffy pussy that you realized your dad came home. You almost screamed, and you probably would have if Dad!Satoru’s hand didn’t wrap around your mouth, keeping you quiet. His hair tickled your neck as he leaned in, and you could feel the hard throb of his clothed cock against your weeping puss.

“Were you so needy you had to rub your little pussy all over your poor plushie, baby?”

You felt your cunny clench against his boner, and your eyes teared up with embarrassment. Was he disappointed? Why was he hard? Is he-

“Don’t worry baby…i’m here to take care of your pretty pussy now…”

And now you’re being fucked into the sheets. Your daddy's cock hitting your cervix with each thrust, sticky precum coating your walls with each embarrassing spurt your Dad!Satoru’s cock gave <3 Your eyes were rolled back, loud moans echoing in you room as Dad!Satoru’s cock filled your pussy so good.

Your plushie is still between your legs, raising your hips up just enough for Dad!Satoru to pound into your sopping hole. Oh, lets not forget the thumb he has stuffed in your backhole, giggling to himself with each whine you gave whenever he wriggled it <3

oh i LOVE big bro ‘toru so much !! i imagine him to be very sweet , protective , and like every big brother on the planet — a little mean . it’s only natural after all heh . i honestly see satoru canonically being a big brother tbh like he MUST have a hidden sibling somewhere………. and ofc it is a little sister ;)

as for uncle satoru , i feel the very same : )

i love all versions of him! for me , i think in this universe satoru might have an older (maybe half) brother that he never really had the chance to interact with growing up due to his training as a child . and then he finds out said brother has a daughter !! ofc , it is inevitable he’d find out soon enough . somewhere down the grapevine , word gets to him and he frankly doesn’t care about his brother’s marriage or his child ……. until he meets her .

i like to think he first starts getting close to his niece just to mess with her father but eventually , over time , he does develop a close bond and his niece ends up having inappropriate feelings towards him bc he is so sweet and nurturing, giving her more time of day than her own dad . she’ll follow him around , and he’ll let her , thinking nothing of it . when her uncle visits, she’s dressing in her prettiest clothes , putting on a spritz of her most sensual scented perfume (she is a woman now after all) , the best makeup , styling her hair all cute — all to impress him .

thinking about clan heir!satoru who's been in love with you since highschool but now the gojo clan decided you'd be the perfect incubator for their next gen of sorcerers. moments before graduation. you're young, of age, just perfect.

he can't take the idea of every gojo heir having a go at your sweet pussy he's dreamt off every time he caught a glimpse of your panties under that uniform skirt you made so pretty — solution?

if he keeps you full of him, his family won't stand a chance yeah?

you didn't even know what the clan was planning 'till you were trapped against your dorm bed. goodbye one final, peaceful night after grad, hello shaky knees, teary eyes and your virgin pussy so full of cock you could barely breathe.

"satoru, toru, toru please please—"

you tasted the sheets as he shoved your head further. smearing your perfect makeup and tears alike. an endless barrage of thrusts splitting you open.

"toru stop, don't wanna,"

"don't wanna what? don't want my babies?"

he grinned above you. deranged and disturbed. it's not his fault. it's his clan's. it's yours. for being so desirable.

he shoved harsh against your ass. loud, lewd clapping echoing through your dorm and drowning out your cries. your fingers coiled on the sheets. he still held your hair. still hushed you.

"doing this for you baby. for us. can't have this perfect pussy bred by anyone else. gotta be me —" he whined, limping over you and pistoning at an alarming, maddening pace.

"saving you, saving this pussy. so hurry up and—" a gasp tore from him. he twitched and filled you up with another white, hot round.

collapsing, he desperately humped and fucked his seed in further. eyes rolling back as he pictured how it spilled around your quivering thighs.

"hurry up..." he growled into your ear. "and get knocked up for me, madam gojo."

you left your clan behind long ago with no intention of returning or associating with them again. even after hearing about the birth of your little brother. satoru — they named him. he had been born with the six eyes and limitless. how unfortunate. either way, you could care less.

but of course, fate, as cruel as ever, bounds you two to cross paths. and when you do, satoru doesn’t plan on letting you go. not when he knows that the two of you share the same blood — shared the same womb.

how could you have left him? how could you be so heartless? he spent his whole life hearing about the woman who had managed to abandon his family, who never returned even after being told about his existence. but now, you’re here. now, he can make up for lost time. make you say you’re sorry for forgetting about him — for wanting to.

it’s so strange, isn’t it? the very moment he met your eyes with his own, something inside him knew it was you. and you, his sister… you are so beautiful. just like him. it was almost like looking into a mirror — but not quite. he has plently of feelings about you. lots of them. mostly mixed. some of them involve frustation, grief, and jealousy. while others are of relief, excitement, and something else that should feel wrong — like a connection of sorts.

is it normal to gravitate towards you so much? to yearn for your touch — your affection? for you to cup his face gently with both hands and tell him how much you love him? how much you’re sorry? to kiss him? anywhere — on the forehead, cheeks, nose, eyelids… lips.

sometimes, when you’re both watching a show together that has incestuous themes (one he deliberately chose) — he’ll turn his head to you, completely serious and looking you dead in the eye: “would you still love me if i was your brother?” the question startles you and you don’t exactly know how to respond to it. it’s strange, but satoru can be weird like that — so you just laugh it off awkwardly. though, you can still feel his stare burning into the side of your head the rest of the night.

and another instance, where like usual, he is running his fingers through your hair — braiding a few pieces, untangling some strands, right before he says, “wish you had hair like mine…” and when you ask him to clarify, he just smiles as if discussing the weather. “white — like we’re a real family.”

or when he stares, leaning against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed over his chest while watching you make food or do the dishes. instead of saying something normal, something romantic like: “you’d make a good wife.” — he chooses: “you’d be a good little sister. bet you’d always listen to what i say.”

and when he sighs, leaning his head onto your shoulder one night and tells you about how much he’s always wanted a sister (a younger one specifically), how you make him feel like he already has one bc he takes care of you and you take care of him in your own different ways — even though you’re both boyfriend and girlfriend. how if he ever had one in the next life, he hoped it’d be a reincarnation of you with the same personality, name, and most importantly — body. bc in his words: “no one else can take my cock like you do.”