#tw stepcest

OHHHHH i read that SO wrong DJF EKF RJVD, but to confirm, yes i do dabble in other forms of stepcest !! father-daughter, mother-daughter, things like that ^^ recently i've been feeling an itch on brocon (y/n)s too #eek

we truly are 😭😭😭 konti lang kase nakakagets... EME DJNEFJFNRJGKF

glad to see you opened your eyes to peak <333 unfortunately lohen is on the backburner rn bc i'm on the snezh train

:0000 interesting!

NOW I DON'T KNOW ABOUT INVENTOR... but eek i'm definitely taking my sweet time with him ejfknr jkr jkfv

you've been lying here for two hours, staring at the ceiling, feeling like your skin is too tight and your brain won't shut off. you tried scrolling through your phone but that just made it worse. tried reading but couldn't focus. tried everything.

this is so dumb, you think miserably. just go to sleep.

but you can't.

dex finds you like this at midnight, still wide awake, and doesn't say anything. just strips down to his boxers and climbs into bed beside you.

"c'mere," he murmurs, pulling you against his chest.

you go willingly, tucking your face against his neck, breathing him in. he smells like soap and something distinctly him—safe and dangerous all at once.

"can't sleep?" he asks, hand sliding up and down your spine in slow, soothing strokes.

"no," you admit, voice small.

"want me to help?"

you nod against his chest, and he rolls you onto your back, settling between your thighs.

this is different from the other times. slower. softer. he takes his time stripping you, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he exposes—your collarbone, the curve of your breast, your stomach, your hip.

"so pretty," he murmurs against your skin. "so perfect."

by the time he's got you naked, you're already trembling. not from arousal—though there's that too—but from something deeper. something that makes your chest tight and your eyes sting.

i'm so tired, you think. i'm so tired and i just want to feel okay.

he seems to understand without you saying anything. he always does.

when he finally pushes inside you, it's gentle—one hand tangled in your hair, the other cupping your face so you have to look at him.

"there you go," he breathes, bottoming out slowly. his forehead presses against yours, and you can feel his breath on your lips. "that's better, isn't it?"

"yeah," you whimper.

he fucks you slow and deep, never breaking eye contact. his thumb strokes your cheekbone, and the tenderness of it makes you want to cry.

"so good for me," he murmurs. "always so good."

your hands find his, fingers lacing together, and he pins them beside your head. the position makes you feel small, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

safe, your brain supplies. you feel safe.

and you do. even though you shouldn't. even though this is wrong in every possible way.

he picks up the pace slightly, and you whine—a high, needy sound that makes him smile.

"i know, baby. i know." he kisses you soft and sweet, tongue sliding against yours. "but you can take it. you can take whatever daddy gives you."

his thumb finds your clit, and you sob.

"too much—" you try to push his hand away, squirming beneath him.

"no, it's not." his voice is firm but gentle, and he catches your wrist, pinning it back down. "you need this. need me to take care of you. need me to make you feel good."

“daddy,” you're crying now—not from pain but from the intensity of it, from how full you feel, from how much you need him. tears slip down your temples and he kisses them away, never stopping his thrusts.

"that's it," he soothes. "let go for me, honey. let daddy make it better."

the sounds in the room are obscene—wet and rhythmic. skin against skin. his breathing heavy in your ear. your whimpering. the bed creaking with each thrust.

"i love you," you gasp without thinking, and then immediately want to take it back because what the fuck why did you say that—

but he just smiles, kisses you deeper, fucks you harder.

"i know, baby," he murmurs against your mouth. "i love you too, sweetheart," he huffs against your hair, his voice rough with emotion. "god, i love you so much. i've got you. always gonna have you."

when you come, it's with his name on your lips and his hand holding yours, fingers laced together. the orgasm rolls through you in waves—intense and overwhelming and perfect.

he follows right after, burying himself deep and filling you completely. you feel every pulse, every throb, and it makes you clench around him again.

"good girl," he whispers, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your mouth. "such a good fucking girl for me."

he doesn't pull out. just stays inside you, grinding slowly, drawing it out until you're shaking and oversensitive and perfect.

"dex," you whimper. "i can't—"

"yes, you can." he's relentless, circling your clit again, and you're crying harder now—overwhelmed and overstimulated and so full you can't think.

"please—"

"one more," he orders softly. "give me one more, honey. i know you can."

and somehow—impossibly—you do. the second orgasm crashes through you smaller but more intense, and you're sobbing into his shoulder as he works you through it.

"perfect," he murmurs, finally stilling. "so fucking perfect for me."

he holds you after, still buried inside you, petting your hair and murmuring praise until you finally drift off.

safe. loved. his.

even though you know you shouldn't feel any of those things.

i'm so fucked, you think as sleep finally takes you.

A week of debauchery, one day after another of desecrating the home your family shared. You wiped puddles of cum off of the kitchen floor, washed and replaced the covers on the couch cushions, you’ve even been forced to replace a broken screen when Sukuna took you against the sliding backdoor with too much fervor.

It wasn't the threats of him showing the videos or photos of you to your mom that made you knock on his door every night. It wasn’t the threat of him holding you down and having his way with you that kept you crawling into his bed either. 

You are addicted. You can try to blame him all you want, and you have spent many nights trying to pin the responsibility on him, but he wasn’t the one putting fantasies inside your head.

You feel your heart race every time he so much as looks at you from across the family dinner table. Your fingers just can’t satisfy you the way his can; thicker and longer, reaching places deep inside.

Rather than disgust you now feel a deep well of desire build up when he calls you his little sister; something your mom and Jin find endearing because they have no idea how hard it makes you clench around his cock when it’s ramming inside of you while he coos the title into your ear.

And now you fuck like rabbits the second the house is empty or between classes on campus. No matter how hard you tried to put an end to the secret relationship, you always ended up crying out his name and forced to hide bite marks the next day.

Every attempt to stop is thwarted by your own doing. Only one week of Sukuna being out of town for away games in their rival’s stadium proved that you were as depraved as you accused him of being.

The end of the game season was closing in, meaning one of two things; if Sukuna’s team won, they would be traveling to the next city for another game, or they would lose and he would be in a horrible mood for months, but he would be back home.

By the second week of the semi-final games you learned just how much you grew attached to his constant attention. Whether it be sending you glares across the table or shoving his hand under your clothes when no one was looking, you could always count on his presence. And without him here, you miss it.

When the final game of the season arrives you don’t expect to hear that his team will be playing, nor did you expect the whole family to travel out of town for the game. Even though you knew he would deliver a harsh smack to your ass for even thinking it, you had no he was actually a good athlete.

The car ride to the opponents city took a few hours but Yuji was more than happy to elate the family with stories of his time at the Fushiguro and Kugisaki residences. You were grateful for the constant chatter between Yuji and his father, telling stories from before you merged families, because the only thing on your mind was the sporadic texts Sukuna sent you, warning of how badly you fucked up.

The heavy loneliness– no, horniness, you felt after one week away from him was his own damn fault. If he had just left you alone all those weeks ago then he wouldn’t be receiving any teasing photos from you.

When you sent a photo of you riding one of your sex toys while he was out of town, you genuinely thought he would be returning home by the next day; no harm, no foul. The next day you learn he won’t return home for at least another week. That left you posing in one of the lacy sets he liked ripping off of you, tits sitting out above the cups as you sprawled across his bed to take the photo.

If you couldn’t crawl into his bed and fuck him, you could at least crawl into his bed and get off on the though of him coming home and ravishing you. He warned you to stop, telling you “I don’t wanna see a pussy I can’t fuck”. But teasing him was too much fun when he was 100 miles from home and couldn’t do anything about it.

But one game turns into five and suddenly you can’t properly cum unless he’s on a video call with you, telling you how many fingers to pump inside of your wet cunt. And even that had stopped over the last two days. Sukuna would return to the hotel room the coach booked, beyond exhausted and didn’t have the time nor energy to open his phone.

If you could go back in time and show the former you what you’ve been up to in his absence, you would have died on the spot. Sukuna himself almost died opening the newest message from you, only to see a video attached this time. 11pm, night before the final game, and you were cockteasing him.

The video showed you climbing on his bed fully naked after perching your phone on the dresser, angling it so it would catch every inch of the show you were putting on. Your parents and brothers left to buy supplies for the road trip, leaving you home alone to pack, so why not take advantage of an empty home?

That left Sukuna filled with an intoxicating mixture of pent up lust and simmering anger. He was almost too exhausted to jerk off to the sight and a bit too angry at how comfortable you became with not listening to him, but the way you moaned his name, begging him through the video to fuck your wet holes made his hand instinctually find his cock and start stroking.

He didn’t respond with a video or a call. He simply wrote back, “go to bed” and left you with nothing in return.

And now you’re in the backseat of the family van, Choso quietly listening along to Yuji’s never ending tales while sitting next to you as you try to hide the reddening blush that creeps up from your chest to your cheeks.

Sukuna sends you a photo from his hotel room, about half a dozen unopened plastic packages lined up on the bed.

Real cute video last night So cute that these are for you Bought them today from a nice little store in town I’m gonna use every single one on you And since you don’t like listening to me I don’t have to listen to you either

You zoom in on the photo and your heart starts beating out of your chest. Laid out are sex toys that put your modest collection to shame. A thick pink silicone cock, plugs of different sizes, leather cuffs, bottles of lube, a vibrating wand, and you can almost make out a shopping bag with more items in the back.

You close your phone quickly, panic and stress making you overly paranoid that Choso or Yuji might catch a glimpse at the messages. It’s then that you realize you’ve finally made it to your destination.

Jin pulls the car into the hotel parking lot, it’s close enough to the stadium that you can walk to the venue, and you start to wonder which of the hotels Sukuna’s team was staying in.

Your mother’s voice rings out as she pulls her phone to her ear. “Hello, sweetheart. Yes, your father just pulled into the parking lot, are you busy?” There is silence before she speaks again. “Oh perfect, we’re still early enough, did you want to meet up for a late lunch soon?”

No, no, no, no! The last thing you wanted to do was eat with him after the messages he just sent you.

“I’m sure she’d love to see you. You’re so thoughtful, Sukuna.” You mom keens, looking towards the back seat and smiling at you.

You wish you would have jumped out of the car while it was still speeding down the freeway. What the hell does he want now, you wonder.

She ends the call and turns to Jin as he turns the car off. “Your boys have been so welcoming to us. Sukuna says he has a gift for his sister, isn’t that just the sweetest?”

“I never knew him to be the generous kind,” Jin says but looks over lovingly to your mother, "it's enough to make you sick, “but you two must have rubbed off on him. This is good for him.” You want to roll your eyes, if only you knew.

You’re just about ready to hurdle yourself through the window as soon as they share a kiss in the front seats when the van’s door slides open. Sukuna hunches over until he sees you in the back of the car. You could nearly scream, caught off guard by him being in the same hotel as the ones your parents booked.

“Come on, I got something for you in my room.” He motions for you to get up and follow him.

Everyone leaves the vehicle and Jin, with the help of his other sons, grabs the luggage to take inside. “We’ll check in and give you the key card when you come back.” Your mom says as she waves you off to catch up with your stepbrother.

As soon as you two are past the lobby doors Sukuna’s hand rests on your lower back, guiding you towards the elevator.

“Don’t touch me.” You fuss, attempting to pry away the hand curling around your waist while you wait for the elevator.

“Not a chance.” He replies. Within seconds of the metal doors opening you’re pushed back into the corner, one hand snaking behind him to press the floor he needed. “It’s been, what, three weeks since I’ve laid a finger on you? I earned this.”

His lips are on yours, rough and not caring if your makeup smudges. You’re no better, cunt throbbing at the mere connection of his body against yours. You didn’t realize, or at least you tried to ignore how you got high off of his touch. The bulky arms that lifted your legs were like catnip and you were salivating at the contact.

“Let me go. I don’t want anyone seeing us.” You bristle, wanting to prove you were not as debased as him, that you weren’t lost in your own perversions.

He lets one leg drop back to the ground but he keeps the other stretched out, grinding his crotch against your mound. He keeps you like that, dry humping you through a layer of denim until the elevator pings, automatically opening the doors to let you out.

You obediently follow him, there’s nothing else you could do. As bold as you were in those messages you sent over the past week, your hands are now telling the truth. You were nervous, knuckle to tip, fingers shaking as your nerves jitter.

Down the hall and to the right Sukuna scans his key card, holding the door open until you walk through first. The bed you recognize from the image he sent is now clear of any items besides the pillows and comforter. Maybe he was just messing with you, he always does take his jokes too far.

“Pants off.” He says behind you, latching the door shut behind him.

“Mom and dad are probably waiting downstairs.” You inform him, though you’re not sure why. You wanted him so badly, it’s all you’ve had on your mind lately, but you still put up a cold front of pushing him away.

“They can wait.” He says. Not wasting anymore time his hands wrap around your hips and unbutton the shorts you have on. They’re roughly pulled down to the floor with your underwear as he hooks two fingers inside the waistband and tugs. “Get on the bed, all fours.”

You step out of your bottoms, left with only your shirt and bra on. He did seem upset by the way he texted you, maybe he just needed a quick fuck to get on with his day. You would be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to a quickie.

With that, you decide that if he’s going to have his fun, then you will too. You climb on the bed and brace yourself for him to grab you by the hips. But the contact never comes. Craning your neck over your shoulder you see him grabbing a little clear bottle of liquid and dripping it onto one of the plugs you saw in the photo earlier.

As soon as you make eye contact with the shiny silver device you begin to sit up. Sukuna moves closer and his hand makes contact with your ass cheek, pink turning to red as he smacks you twice.

“Stay bent over or I won’t be nice about this.” He warns. “I shouldn’t be nice anyway. You don’t deserve it.”

Sukuna has one hand on your lower back, keeping you in place as he circles your tight hole with the tip of the silver plug. You can’t say you didn’t expect this to happen one day, but you didn’t think he’d be doing it now. Right when you’re supposed to have lunch with your parents too.

And of course he takes his time teasing and prodding your untouched hole, sliding the plug out just enough for you to release your tense lungs before he pushes it back in and you gasp all over again. You can feel yourself grow embarrassingly wet as you’re toyed with, leading your hand to work its way underneath you to touch your clit out of desperation.

“No!” Sukuna shoves the toy fully inside of you and slaps your hand away. “If I can’t cum, then neither can you.”

“Want me to help?” You ask, hand reaching out to paw at his dick. Your mouth waters at the thought of your throat being filled by him, hell, any kind of contact will be welcomed at this point. 

“Can’t. I don’t wanna get winded before the game.” He states, a heavy intake of oxygen puffing out his chest as he tries to rein himself in. “I need the stamina for later.”

Your face falls, unfairly pent up with sexual need because of him and now he won’t even take care of the problem he created.

“Don’t look so disappointed, I'll be stuffing you later. Here’s your gift,” Sukuna hands you a folded square of fabric before squeezing your ass cheek, “well… actually your gift is already inside of you, but this one you can tell your mom about. Something to tide you over until I can pound your ass.”

Unraveling it you roll your eyes as you recognize the so-called ‘gift’.

“I'm not wearing that.” You say, holding the jersey with his name printed on the back away from you.

“But you’re fine with a piece of metal in your ass?” He laughs at your reaction. “Besides, your tits look good in that shirt you have on. I don't want anyone else looking, so put the fucking jersey on.”

“Ugh, then help me put my shorts back on, I don’t like the way this thing feels in me when I move.” You weren’t looking forward to a fight, so with as much reluctance as you could feign, you put the oversized shirt on. “Since when were you so possessive anyway?” 

Sukuna relents as well, kneeling down to center your foot into the leg holes of your pants and underwear. He looks up at you and the way his glare bores into your eyes has you struggling to keep eye contact. “Since you begged me to fuck you until you squirted all over my bed. Let's go already.”

The walk to the lobby is treacherous, being able to feel the plug inside of you as your hips switch side to side. Sitting down at the restaurant next door is even worse, and Sukuna has his eyes trained on you, making sure to take in every twitch of your features.

“I have bad news for you, sweetie.” Jin shoots you a look of apology once the food is ordered. “The hotel is overbooked and your room was given to someone else this morning.”

Your eyes widen. The whole reason you agreed to this trip was the promise of having your own private room.

“You can stay with me and Choso!” Yuji exclaims.

It’s not that you mind them, in fact you enjoy hanging out with those two, but you have a particular sleeping routine, and masturbating in the same room as one of your stepbrothers was bad enough, you didn’t need to add the other two in the mix.

“Nah, she can take my room.” Sukuna cuts in, a smile barely concealed behind his steeled-face expression.

“Ohh, I don’t want you to have to do that.” Your mother insists but he is hearing none of it.

“I don’t care,” he shrugs, “I’m gonna get shit faced with the boys and probably pass out in someone else’s room anyway. Hopefully it’s not in the lobby like last time.”

As usual, Sukuna’s crudeness quiets the table. And that is that; you’re going to stay in his room for the night and your parents will have no idea the immoral acts that will defile that hotel bed. You hate that the universe always seems to help him get his way, without even trying.

The lunch ends with minimal stumbles, most of the conversation being Sukuna poking fun at Yuji or your mom asking last minute questions about rugby. Thankfully Sukuna has to leave early to prepare for the match so you’re left walking around town with your mom until it’s time to head to the stadium.

You wish he would have just given you the hotel key, watching men chase a ball is not your ideal way of spending a perfectly free weekend day. The second the teams walk onto the field the crowd erupts in a series of chanting and cheering, taking your mind off the boredom.

The university provided your family field-level seats, which for most people would be a dream, but it is merely an annoyance when Sukuna just so happens to take his half-time break on the bench in front of your seat.

“Well look at you. Still have my jersey on, I see.” He goads you, taking off his torn uniform top and tossing the sweaty garment your way.

The rest of the family is to the other side of you, Yuji and Choso on their phones and your parents eagerly speaking to the coach about the team’s performance. You can’t tear your eyes off Sukuna’s sweat slicked body, or the fresh cut on his cheek contrasting with the tattoos that streamed down the sharp jawline underneath.

He moves in closer, leaning across the stadium barriers to speak privately. “Is your ass still stuffed?”

Your mouth goes dry and you peer over to your left, checking if your mom was able to hear that. She’s now engaged in a conversation with another player’s mother, off in her own world. You nod at Sukuna’s question, knowing your voice would just embarrass you further.

“Good. I’ll know if you’re lying, and that’s the last thing you wanna do right now. This isn’t even your punishment for those videos, you know that? This is the preparation for it.” He smirks as your eyes nervously break contact with his, choosing to watch as the water he gulps down trickles down his muscular chest. You could almost taste it.

He motions for you to lean down so he can say something in your ear. “I’m so fucking hard, I could break someone’s skull just to get out of this game.” The borderline growl to his voice makes you shiver.

The referee blows his whistle twice and Sukuna puts a fresh jersey back on, ready to get back in position. He leaves you with one last smile before he runs out to the field again.

You can’t even pay attention to the game, your hands clench the soiled uniform in your lap as your eyes follow Sukuna. Bodies are thrown left and right, each tackle and goal results in the players growing more aggressive.

If money were on the line, you’d bet that you heard bones snap as he shoulders someone from the opposite team. You’re so focused on his movements that you don’t realize the 80 minute mark passes until your mom squeezes your shoulder, celebrating the team’s win.

The scoreboard reads 38-32.

Sukuna walks right over to you after the team takes a celebratory photo with the national championship trophy. You shake your head no at him but he’s riding high off of winning the game, not caring that your eyes plead for him to act normal. He zeros in on you, even as he waves off your parents’ praise and pretends to be a good son for the random eyes watching the players.

He’s tall enough to simply reach over the barricade and drag you down to the field. A few of the other players did the same, but the way those women jumped into the arms of the other men and wrapped their lips around each other told you they were certainly not stepsiblings.

“Don’t be weird.” You beg

“What? You don’t wanna give your big brother a kiss for the crowd?” He laughs at the misery that mars your features. “How about I just take you into the locker room and fuck you until the whole team hears what a slut my baby sister is.”

“You disgust me. I should have stayed at home.” You cross your arms and hope no one else can hear this conversation.

“Hey, Sukuna!” You both look over to see his father calling him over. “Are you two okay getting dinner by yourselves?” Jin asks. “I wanted to take your mother out for a date while we’re near that new French restaurant. I think the boys are going to the arcade after this so it’s just you two.” 

“I’ll just order something at the hotel.” You say, actually impatient to get back to the room.

“I’m getting fucked up with the team later, I don’t really care.” Sukuna mentions.

His father gives a disappointed look but your mother soothes it over with an affectionate shoulder squeeze. “Just stay out of trouble, son.”

The team makes their way towards the tunnel that connects the field to the locker room. “C’mere.” He says, motioning with a nod of his head to follow him down the tunnel. “There’s an exit this way, you’ll get back to the hotel faster.”

You follow him, passing by the steaming showers and row upon row of lockers. He stops to pull out the key card and continues down the hall. You spot the door with an exit sign over it but Sukuna pulls your arm before you can continue forward. There’s a small alcove to the left, leading to a supply closet that he drags you towards.

“Before I let you have this,” he says dangling the card in front of your face, “Bend over and show me that you listened.”

“No! Not here. Someone’s gonna see.” You protest.

“Everyone is in the showers except for me. The longer you take, the more likely they will see us. So hurry up and spread your ass for me.”

The sound of loud voices echo down the hallway but they don’t come closer. The thought of being caught by his teammates is enough to make you drop your shorts in record speed and bend at the hip for him.

“Fuck,” he hisses out, “you’ve kept that in all day for me?”

You grumble out a “yes”, face burning with embarrassment.

“What a good little sister. I almost feel bad for what I’m gonna do to you later.” He pats your ass and pulls away, allowing you to restore whatever shred of dignity you had left by re-clothing yourself. “I don’t know why I torture myself like this.” He says, already feeling the effects in his lower half. “You make me fucking crazy.”

“You were already crazy, I didn’t do shit.” You reply, still trying to deny your part in this twisted coupling. You snag the card out of his hand and walk through the exit.

You had expected at least a half-hour head start to the hotel, but by the time you make it to his room and begin removing the clothes that now clung uncomfortably to your skin, Sukuna walks through the door.

“You couldn’t wait either, huh?” He says as your arms drop to your sides, the now unclasped bra sliding off your shoulders and to the floor.

His hair is still damp, you guess he must have left right after showering. The tank top he wears showed off the blossoming bruises that developed on his arms, if he were a better man then you would almost want to soothe those wounded areas. The way he wastes no time in dropping his pants and walking over to you like a predator is all the reasoning you need to not give him your sympathy.

“You know what to do. Bend over, edge of the bed” He says, stripping the rest of his clothes off as he stalks towards you. “I’m starving.”

You have no idea what he has planned for you but anticipation tingles in your chest. You should be ashamed of how wet you’ve become from the suspense, but there’s no reasonable excuse for how loud you moan when his tongue moves in a thick swipe up your slit.

Sukuna hooks his thumbs around the cheeks of your ass, spreading them until you’re completely exposed to his ravenous gaze. His tongue flicks against your bud, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

Your hands crinkle and grip the pristine bed sheets as Sukuna starts playing with the toy inside of your tight hole. He fucks you with it as his tongue attacks your clit, twisting and pulling the flared notch until it feels as if it’s going to leave your body, only to push it back in and start the pattern all over again.

Just as your legs begin to shiver, your skin prickling with the build up of an orgasm, he pulls back, tongue and toy removed from your needy holes. You hear the crinkling of a paper bag as Sukuna pulls something out from under the bed. You’re still on all fours, arms getting weaker by the second, so you’re not quite able to check behind you and see what he’s pulling out.

The noise of a cap being opened catches your ears, you just can’t tell what it’s for until you feel an even wider plug being pushed inside of you. Your back instinctively bows upward and your hips move forward, away from the intrusion. Sukuna is quick to pull your back in place by your hair, fisting the loose locks to keep you still.

“No-” You let out a whine of protest, finding it difficult to take the size as your body tenses. “It’s too big.”

“Too big?” Sukuna asks though it’s more of a taunt. “How are you gonna take my cock in this tight ass if you can’t even loosen up for just this?” He prods and turns the glass object in his hand until it finally breaches past your tight rim.

You pant out, lungs feeling constricted and air feeling thin. You feel him already fidgeting with the toy, moving the base around in a circle just to loosen you up even more. “Just give me a minute.” You plead. He lifts your hips until your knees meet the mattress, pulling you up onto all fours on the bed. 

He ignores your whimpers and continues to stretch your ring of resistance with the toy. “You have no idea how fucking hard I’ve been.” He takes one hand and slides it down your back, pressing at the curve of your spine as he goes. “Come on, you little cocktease. Ass up, arch that back for you big brother.”

You do but wind up with your elbows bent, arms resting against the bed to hold yourself up. He doesn’t seem to mind either way, too focused on the mess growing between your thighs.

“You’re so pretty like this, ya know that?” He presses his neglected cock against your cunt, rubbing the tip up and down your slit to collect the essence that practically poured out. “I’ve been thinking about this little pussy all week; what I’m gonna do to it, how I’m gonna fuck it.” The tip pushes in just a bit, and no amount of lube or slick can prepare you for how tight you feel. 

“I’m gonna fucking break you.” Sukuna promises, fully sinking into your wet heat as you choke out a moan.

His pace is anything but calm, it’s punishing and erratic. Each drag of his cock along your walls pushes against the glass plug inside your ass making you dizzy, never having experienced pleasure in so many places at once.

Sukuna fucks you roughly in such varying ways you can’t keep up with his movements. He’s pulling out to the tip and slamming back in, he’s moving in slow deep strokes, he’s pulling out only an inch at a time to jackhammer your pussy until it’s dripping down both of your thighs.

You want to cum so badly, you could almost do it untouched you think. The second your hand reaches for your slit Sukuna pulls out and leaves you empty. You whine at the loss of contact, you’ve already had your pleasure ripped from you too many times today.

“This is your punishment for being an impatient little slut. You’ve got to earn my forgiveness.” His hand goes to remove the toy inside of you, earning a sharp hiss through your teeth as your body naturally clenches around the moving object. With it finally gone, relief washes over you as your hole adjusts to being empty once more.

“My turn.” He says, catching you off guard as he shoves his entire length inside of your asshole.

“Fuck! Sukuna-” You hate how whiny your voice gets, but he’s stretching you in ways those little toys couldn’t. “Too much, I can’t.”

“You’ll get used to it.” He swats your ass casually as he grinds against you. “Loosen up.”

You try to relax, breathing in deep and exhaling with his thrusts, but you can still feel how your ass clenches onto his girth tightly. Sukuna lets out a sigh behind you and reaches down for something.

A round rubbery nub meets your clit, held in place by Sukuna’s arm around your body. 

“I don’t wanna hear you scream or beg for me to stop. Be a good girl for me and I’ll let you cum.”

By the second nod of your head the device in his hand flashes to life and vibrates against your clit in a powerful flare. Your knuckles clench the bedspread even harder, eyes gathering tears in the corner from the sudden stimulation.

Sukuna ruts into you in a powerful rhythm and it takes everything inside of you to hold back your pleas for him to slow down. You couldn't form a coherent sentence even if you wanted to, even if you were allowed. Your cunt flutters around nothing as it leaks more and more slick with each rattle of the vibrating wand.

“I’m gonna cum!” You don’t even get a chance to enjoy the pleasurable build up of an orgasm before it’s ripping through you like a storm. 

He holds the vibrator in place, roughly fucking into you as you clench and flex your walls around him. Each jolt of his hips drags the climax out until you are biting your lip to keep your begging silent. Though he hasn’t finished he pulls out of you, cock still achingly hard as it bobs against gravity.

“Get on your back.” He mutters, holding back his own desires to have you exactly how he’s been imaging for all of those late nights while you were separated.

You roll over, barely having the energy to shift in place for him but you do it. He takes your hands, pressing a kiss to each of your wrists with a smile. Confusion marks your face but clarity takes over quickly as he fastens leather cuffs onto those same hands. Your wrists remain bound in front of you, two leather wraps held tightly together by an interlinkable O-ring in the center.

“Aren’t I a nice brother?” Sukuna asks rhetorically. He pulls out the bottle of lube again and applies a generous amount to your slit, the oily gel dripping from your pussy to your ass. “But you…” He pushes your legs inwards, towards your chest and produces another set of cuffs, "You're not a very nice sister though, are you?”

Your ankles get their own pair of restraints, four cuffs now meet in the center, cross-tying you so your knees remain bent and pressed towards your abdomen. Both excitement and apprehension flood your mind as you realize how exposed you are. 

“All those nights I had to jerk off instead of fucking this pussy,” He shakes his head, you can’t tell if he’s amused or agitated, “and then you send me a video of the one thing I can’t have. So tired from the game I couldn’t even beat my dick that night. I warned you.” Sukuna’s cock lines up with your asshole, pushing the tip just past the clenching ring of resistance once more. “Looks like I just gotta train you better.”

His hips slide forward with a fleshly fwop against your ass cheeks. For all the hours you had your ass filled around that plug, it did little to ease the stretch of his cock. Your walls are still taut around his length, leaving you able to feel every inch of him as he quickly found a rhythm again.

His knees dug into the bed, getting as deep as he could inside of you. The tightness felt intoxicating, as if your body was pulling him in deeper and not wanting to let go. Your eyes gloss over as the discomfort starts to shift into pleasure. You could almost forget that this is still a punishment.

Sukuna grabs the pink dildo he bought just for this occasion and lets it thud against your abdomen, sizing up the length of it against your body.

“Since you like being fucked by these things so much, I though I’d give you one that’s even better than what you have back home.”

Your eyes round as you assess the size of the silicone cock, as thick as Sukuna’s own, if not wider. It’s long too, far too many inches to take inside of your cunt. You can’t help but wiggle underneath him, hips still slapping against the back of your thighs as his dick throbs in your tight ass.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you with this, right?” He torments you with a smile. Your lips press together in worry but you nod anyway, the unbearable arousal from your ass getting manhandled keeps you compliant. “I’m on a fucking high today, don’t disappoint me.” He warns before sliding the silicone toy into your pussy.

He grunts as your holes compress the two girths together, unable to accommodate their combined sizes. He’s using one hand to thrust the toy deep inside of you and the other hand reaches for the vibrating wand.

You shake your head side to side as he presses it to your clit, aching and overstimulated already. You don’t want it to stop but your body is being pushed too far.

“My slutty little sister…” Sukuna’s gaze is transfixed on the way your asshole grips his length, stretched so wide from his pistoning shaft. Your pussy keeps leaking more and more slick down to the base of his cock, keeping the movements smooth and slippery. “’I’ve wanted to break you in so badly. Every inch of this body is mine.”

“I’m sorry-” You mumble so weakly he can hardly understand what you say. You whisper his name, your throat dry and constricted from panting too hard, your walls nearly pushing the dual penetration out as you feel another climax come on.

“Cum for me!” He grits between his teeth, hardly able to hold out with the grip you’ve got on him.

It’s animalistic how he ruts into you. The toy in your cunt is forgotten about, just wedged inside and keeping you full as he leans over your body. His maroon eyes are nearing black as he reaches the brink of insanity.

You shake, not just your legs but your whole body, sent into a nearly convulsive state as the vibrator tortures your pulsing clit. At a certain point Sukuna’s hips stop hammering into you and simply grind against the curve of your ass as you milk his cock.

His cum fills you, deep and hot inside while he grunts out more possessive claims on you. When he pulls out, you whine. Every inch of your body is on fire and alive with electricity. With the buzzing wand cast aside he stills inside of you, catching his breath and watching you as alertness returns to your face.

You think you’re in the clear, that he’s finally done but the tears in the corner of your eyes are still glistening when he leans back to get a clear view of your trembling body and pumps the dildo in and out of your tired cunt again.

“No!” You protest, trying to fold in on yourself in spite of the bindings that keep you hands immobilized.

“Relax,” he continues moving it, “if you stop fighting you might enjoy this.”

It’s not until you hear the rumbling of the vibrator again that your protests gain a little sincerity behind them. “S’kuna-,” your lips form the words but they get lost on the way out as your clit is tormented again.

“It’s not fun being tortured, is it?” He asks in a condescending tone. “I can’t just fuck some random girl anymore. You’re in my goddamn head all the time now. I don’t even jerk off to porn.” He rants, each confession making the toy pump faster in his hand. “Even my dick thinks about you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again.” You plead, you feel like you might pass out from the tension building up. “I’ll do anything, just no moreeee!”

“You’ll do anything? Are you really that sorry?” Sukuna questions, delighting far too much in your agony.

“Yes! I’m sorry, please.”

“What if I want you to really degrade yourself? Would you do that?” He challenges.

No, no, no, you think. “Yes, anything you want. I swear.”

You let out a sigh of relief as he lifts the vibrator from your clit, the silicone cock stills inside of you.

“If you don’t keep your promise you're gonna get it worse than this, you know that right?” He slowly moves to unlatch the bindings of your legs and arms, letting his warning sink in before freeing your limbs.

What can he possibly make me do that’s worse than being tortured for hours, you wonder. You nod, thankful to have the full range of your body back. “I’ll do it.” You promise, though you can hardly say the words as you’re about to pass out.

“Looks like I’ll save this for when we get back home then.” He holds up the second bag of items he bought like a prize, almost happier to have that brown sack of mysteries than he is to have the golden trophy.

You can hardly lift your tired head but an odd arrangement of noises, clunking and what sounds like the jingling of metal, makes your heavy eyes open with curiosity.

“Want a preview?” He grins devilishly at you as you nod.

He pulls out a headband with two fuzzy cat ears perked upward. Your face falls at the sight and Sukuna takes that as his cue to make matters worse. You roll your eyes and try to turn yourself away from him, cum and lube uncomfortably squishing out from between your legs when the dildo is removed.

Using the last of your strength you pull yourself up and head to the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to wash his filth from your body and order room service for the rest of the night.

You’re the worst kind of pervert, you know that?” You state while glaring at him and the frilly garters he pulled out from the bag. “Don’t follow me, you’re not welcome.”

“Don’t give me that look. You haven’t seen the kitty tail I got you yet.” He chuckles as you slam the bathroom door. When he doesn’t hear the click of a lock he gets up to join you, arrogantly happy see that your threats grow less serious each time he bends you over.

he doesn't.

she just doesn't know it yet.

to the two of you, dex isn't a violent man. he's never raised a hand, nor his voice in your guys' space—not that he's ever even had the urge to. but, there's just something about the way she exists in his space—in your space—that makes his jaw tick, his fingers curl into fists below the dinner table.

he thinks abut how he would do it when she's not looking. when she's gossiping on the phone, oblivious to him kissing her daughter one room over. or away at work, while he's at home with you, or when she's sleeping beside him in a bed that feels more like a cage than a marriage, and he's stuck in his own head, counting down the minuets until morning, when he can go downstairs and finally see your face again. he thinks about how easy it would be, how quiet. how no one would ever know. how in a few years, the world would forget it'd ever happened, and he could happily have his new life with you.

but he's patient.

he's always been patient.

and patience can look a lot like planning

he doesn't need to hurt her, or do anything messily—no, no because a mess means trace—he just needs to wait. needs to let the 'marriage' run its course, let it wither day by day, each week having less affection, less conversation, less feigned love. he needs to let her walk away thinking it was her idea, her choice, her freedom.

except.

except, sometimes, patience is hard.

sometimes he's sitting at the kitchen table, watching you hunched over you textbooks, your brow furrowed in concentration, your lips slightly parted as you read through whatever assignment is currently stressing you out. and all he wants to do is cross the room and press a soft kiss to your forehead. a kiss to your temple. a kiss tot he corner of your mouth—the spot that makes you poke your tongue out and lick off the sensation the moment his lips leave yours. a kiss that says i see you, i love you.

but she's right there. chopping vegetables. softly humming some song from the radio. existing in the space between you like a wall he can't tear down.

he grips his coffee mug a little tighter, knuckles going white, jaw aching from how hard he's clenching it.

other times, it's worse.

like when you come downstairs in the morning, hair still messy and mussed from sleep, wearing one of his old shirts that you've claimed as your own, and she's in the kitchen with him, already dressed, already made up, already occupying the air he wants to fill with you. you smile at him—small, private, meant only for him—and he has to physically force himself not to cross the room and kiss you instead of her when he leaves.

those are the moments when he starts thinking differently.

not about waiting.

about taking.

about what it would look like if he just stopped being patient.

he thinks about just putting you in the car and driving somewhere far. forgetting about everything, about the fbi, your mother, and every other damed thing keeping him from a life with you. he thinks about your new home somewhere with no phone service, no neighbors, no one asking questions. somewhere he could have you all to himself without having to share, without having to hide, without having to pretend.

he thinks about the trunk of his car. how big it is. how easy it would be.

he thinks about taking you and just leaving. grabbing your hand, pulling you out the door, driving until the gas runs out and then walking until his legs give out. he'd carry you if he had to. he'd carry you anywhere.

he's not a violent man.

but he's a desperate one.

and desperate men make choices that patient men never would.

he's been patient for so long. and every day she stays, every day she gets to touch him, every day she gets to call herself your mother and his wife, the thread of that patience grows thinner.

either way, the end result is the same.

when he finally snaps, she'll be gone.

and he'll have you.

all to himself.

where you've always belonged.