Lillith

your boyfriend’s dad might like you too much

Boyfriend!Yuji who brought you home one weekend to meet his family… or rather, just his dad, Sukuna. 

You had heard him talk about the old man a few times, unable to ever get a good read on what he'd be like, so you were going into the weekend practically blind.

You thought he'd be similar to your sweet Yuji, all big smiles and crinkly eyes. Come to find out, the two of them only share a few physical features—pink hair, facial structure, strong build. Unlike your boyfriend, however, Sukuna was covered head to toe in tattoos, with the occasional piercing here and there. 

He certainly looked more rugged than his son. 

But the greatest difference had to be in their demeanor. Sukuna was intimidating, unreadable, unlike Yuji who appeared to be an open book. Sukuna was also hard to impress, often keeping a flat expression though at times he would be just as loud as Yuji, barking out a deep laugh, usually at one of his own jokes. 

The most offputting thing, however, was how little attention Sukuna paid you. At least that you were aware of.

To you, he seemed like a father who had no interest in getting to know his son's girlfriend. When you spoke to him, his replies were curt and his tone bored. Even though Yuji reassured you that he would warm up to you soon enough, you had your doubts.

Only, that was just because you didn't notice the way Sukuna would look at you when your back was turned. You missed how his garnet irises would crawl over your figure in a way that could only be described as predatory. He liked the way you'd fidget around him, unsure of what to do with yourself because you never knew how each action would be received. 

Your nerves worsened when Sukuna told Yuji to run to the store—said he'd forgotten something he needed for dinner. You offered to go with your boyfriend as a way to escape, but he just grinned and assured you that he didn't need help. It was only a few things, he'd be back soon.

His words did little to ease your apprehensiveness. Then the door shut behind him with a loud slam which amplified the following silence as you were left alone with Sukuna. 

You were right to be wary.

That much was clear the minute the older man had you cornered in the kitchen. He was fast, large hands grabbing ahold of your soft body so quickly that you hardly had time to process what was happening when he pressed you up against the counter. The edge dug into your hips as Sukuna pushed on the back of your head until your face was pressed into the cold stone surface. Simultaneously, he was pulling up the nice dress you'd worn until it was lifted over your ass.

You had picked your outfit special for the day, hoping to make a good impression on your boyfriend's dad. And then the fabric was wrinkled in that very person's rough grip, the hem yanked up so unceremoniously to expose your panty-clad pussy to him. 

He groaned low and loud when he saw the way the garment hugged your cunt, giving him a perfect outline of your pussy lips. The gusset wasn't wet yet but after a few passes of his fingers over your clit, it became damp enough to cause your underwear to cling to your skin before he tugged it aside. 

You asked him multiple times what he was doing, you begged him to stop touching you, you told him to let you up—but each word out of your mouth went ignored. 

It was obvious what we was doing, wasn't it?

Especially when he freed his thick cock, stroking it a few times before lining the head up with your slit. Panic rose in your chest as you clawed at the countertop, the words "please no," now spilling from your lips on repeat. 

You had some pretty lip gloss on when you arrived that had Sukuna’s mind stirring instantly. While you babbled on, he wondered what they'd feel like against his own, or even better, wrapped around his dick. But when he reached around to shove two fingers into your mouth, he could tell it was already wiped off—a shame.

If it was still there he might have forced you to your knees instead of keeping you bent over the counter.

But you sounded so good gagging around his digits that it hardly mattered, not to mention the way your warm cunt was stretching open around his girth as he slowly pressed inside you. There was so much resistance as your body tried to keep him out and all it did was make your pussy squeeze his cock even tighter when he inevitably bottomed out.

Tears filled your waterline, a consequence of both the pain from his large cock being stuffed inside your unprepared cunt and the mere reality of your situation. 

Your boyfriend's dad was taking advantage of you and there was no one you could think to call for help considering the only other person you were with was gone. And you had no idea when he would be back. 

Fighting the man off wasn't even a possibility with how much bigger and stronger he was. You were dwarfed by his size, utterly helpless when he pinned you beneath him and began to rut his hips.

He fucked you languidly, thrusting with an unhurried ease that allowed him to put even more force behind each movement. His hips slammed into your ass so hard you thought they might bruise the next day. 

And he held that pace until he was done with you.

Sukuna needed to go slow if he were to make sure that each time he entered your pussy you would feel every single inch of him filling it up. Fuck, he wanted you to feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

He forced you to take him so deep that you couldn't stop yourself from cumming around him.

Heat burned in your cheeks as you convulsed in his hold, a choked sob escaping you as you came so hard that it made Sukuna laugh. 

You were embarrassed, ashamed for letting your sweet boyfriend's dad fuck you in his kitchen even though it wasn't your fault. And it wasn't your fault when he finally reached his orgasm and decided to cum onto your panties before pulling them back up for you. But it felt like you were to blame when you felt the warm, sticky release all over your pussy, an uncomfortable wetness between your thighs.

And then when Yuji returned, you had to wipe your tears and try to pretend like nothing happened, like you weren’t sitting in his dad’s cum. 

But one look at you and Yuji knew. His dad had broken his promise to go easy on you.

Apparently the two were more alike than you thought.

CW - FATHER-DAUGHTER INCEST. NON CON. ANAL/PAINAL. PISS. SLAPPING.

your father seldom comes home drunk, let alone absolutely plastered. for the most part, he's had his drinking under control, due to your incessant demands of keeping his health in check. but every once in a while, he has to let loose, put some of his emotions to bay.

nanami stumbled inside, shoulder dragging along the wall as he urged himself to find you, weakly calling your name out until he got a response. you sat perched on the couch, one of those boring documentaries you like droning in the background of his thoughts. you notice that look behind his glassy eyes as he throws himself on the couch next to you.

immediately, he begins clumsily touching you, warm hands roaming all over your legs, smoothing over the little shorts you like to wear around the house. normally, you are nothing less than his sweet daughter—but like this, you are nothing more than a warm body for him to touch.

"dad, stop," you whine, attempting to rival his strength and pull his hands away from you, "you're drunk, and i have to pee. quit it." all the while, you smile gently as if you're trying to softly parent him, like an owner to a puppy. turning him down nicely, curtiously.

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"Can I go to a party tonight?"

Sukuna's eyes cut up to yours from across the table. He's shoveling the breakfast you made into his mouth while he stares at you with a blank expression.

You fidget in your seat, uncomfortable by his silence. As far as stepfathers go, Sukuna is pretty relaxed. He tended to mind his own business, and he understood for the most part that you are in college and will do what you wanted. But something he's always been weird about is boys.

CW - PISS. DEGRADATION. SEXISM + MISOGYNY.

sukuna likes to degrade you in more ways than just sex.

having him on top of you during sex simply isn't enough. the mean words and name calling don't do it anymore, you were unaware of the monster you'd created when you let him take it further. if you give an inch, sukuna is the kind of man to take a mile.

he forced you onto your knees what feels like hours ago, the cold floor etches into your skin and it hurts. interrupted you in the middle of your cleaning to make you throat his cocks. air is sparse in your lungs, your open mouth is forced around both of sukuna's cocks, your nose meanly plugged by his fingers. he doesn't want you to breathe, so you won't.

you cry and sputter and gag around him, begging for a breath, for a moment of mercy. how stupid you must be to think sukuna is able to grant mercy on anyone, especially the woman who gets on her knees to clean for him. the woman who submits to him in every form, has the ring around her finger to prove it, too. he barely respects you, let alone is nice to you.

when sukuna gives you a moment to pull away, you retract so quickly, throw your head back so hard it almost bashes against the side of the porcelain tub. the way you look up at sukuna is so pathetic. big, pleading eyes, bloodshot and so, so wet with tears. you are not asking to be embarrassed more, nor degraded, or anything of the sort. you know that inside your head, you just want it to end, have him leave you alone so you can go back to whatever time-consuming task you were doing beforehand.

sukuna does not see that, not like he cares, anyway. try as you might to crawl away from him, and he's dragging you by the roots, brusing you to the bone with the porcelain of the tub as he pushes you over the side. he thinks he is being nice, so you won't have to clean up this mess straight from the floor. sukuna could make this a lot worse if he wanted to.

you whine and try to pull his hand away from you, struggling against the unhuman strength the man above you exudes. four arms, two faces, two cocks—he is a huge, overbearing piece of man. sukuna makes that known every time he interacts with you. he is above you in every way, looking down into your watery, petrified eyes, and you just look so terrified of what's next. truly, a sight to behold—sukuna wishes he could have a portrait painted of your face in this moment, one that encapsulates every etch and wrinkle, because this is his favorite look to recieve.

it is hard to read sukuna like this. you sit there, unmoving from how sukuna laid you in the tub, like pathetic roadkill, freshly hit and not shriveled up. he pumps both of his cocks with one hand, keeping the blood rushing to the organs, and he points them at you, in a way. something he has done before when he cums all over your face, covering your features in thick, milky white.

but you know all too well he's not even near finished. with that shitty blowjob, how could you expect him to even come close to the cusp of an orgasm with that? sukuna wants to laugh when your face drops, realization coming over your features before he lets the streams of piss layer atop them.

you are too quick to cower away from it, disgusted as he releases all over you. it's coming from both cocks, you notice, making twice the mess of what would've been. one of sukuna's lower arms comes to your face, shoving two fingers into your mouth and hooking them down harshly, opening your mouth and bringing you closer.

his fingers on your tongue hurt, not allowing the muscle to move and push out whatever piss trickles down into your mouth. the warm liquid covers all of you, seeps into your hair and your clothes, darkening the fabric wherever it lands. there is so much even a good amount of excess spills into the drain, long forgotten along with your dignity, as if you had any more left this far into your marriage.

the minute it takes sukuna to empty his bladder feels closer to an hour. you go back to sputtering and gagging and gargling, a retched noise that sukuna hates from you. not because he feels bad, but more so because it is the equvalent of nails on a chalkboard to any normal human.

as soon as his fingers leave your mouth, you spit as much piss out of your mouth as you can, the disgusting taste already burned into your tastebuds. sukuna looks displeased, you can feel it, imagine the frown he carries like armor as he glares down at you.

you feel degraded to the lowest form like this, human filth, contorted that way by the hands of your husband. what a mean, mean man.

i just came untouched btw