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the father who stepped up

cw: age gap, step-cest, dub-con, forced impregnation, breeding, daddy kink, degradation, graves sucks as a step-father, dead dove-don't eat

well, weren't you just a beauty? graves could understand why he simply couldn't control himself around you. it was an obsession. that was why he hated when you left for the new school year. summer was coming to an end, which meant he didn't see you for many weeks while you were out of town for school. it honestly broke his heart.

he didn't hate your mother, after all he did marry her. but he wanted a newer model. and that was where you came in. at home for the summer. it started out slow, when your mother was out of the house he'd put kisses all over you. then he groped your breasts and ass. until finally you crumbled into him.

then the true fun began. almost every night in your childhood bedroom he rammed his hard cock into you. he watched your breasts bounce with the force of his fucking. he often had to put a hand over your mouth to keep from being too loud.

you weren't even in your mid-twenties and he was having thoughts about leaving your mother and marrying you. he hoped by that point you had a sweet little belly. a sign that he was the only man who ever got to seed you. the thoughts raced in his mind often, even when he wasn't fucking you into the double mattress.

he hated that you had to leave soon, but if anything it made him want to get you pregnant faster. his voice was a low purr in your ear as he said, "you like that, sugar? you like when daddy fucks you nice and good?" then gave you a hard slap on the ass. the house was empty expect for the two of you.

he currently had you on your elbows and knees with your face buried in the pillow and your ass in the air. your tight heat was constricting his cock while made him feel hot all over. he got rougher when he was drinking, the drive to impregnate his step-daughter only became more intense after a few drinks in him.

and after all, you two were home alone so he could finish in you as many times as he wanted or needed. you were on cloud nine with the feeling of his cock stretching your more intimate area in a position that left you vulnerable to pregnancy.

"yeah, daddy wants a full house. and you got a lot of time left to give me all the kids i want. leave school and be my bride, sweetheart." he purred.

you whimpered, "I can't, it's my last year." you wiggled a little but it only enticed him more. you moaned into the covers and arched your back further as he got more aggressive with his thrusts.

he yanked your hair and pulled your head up, he leaned forward to your ear and said, "see, that's the problem. you don't get a say. you're mine, and nothing is going to stop me from breeding that sweet little cunt of yours." he said matter of factly.

you gripped onto the covers and felt butterflies in your stomach. the bed creaked with each of his movements and his heavy breathing was hot in your ear.

he chuckled and gripped your strands closer to the scalp, "you're mine, and once biology works its magic and you end up saddled with a few of my kids you'll see it my way. this is better for you than any degree." he then pushed your head back into the pillow and kept you there by your neck as he continued to ram his cock into you.

it felt like heaven, like the sweetest euphoria he could ever have. he never had it when he fucked your mother. only your sweet pussy left him yearning for more. he knew he'd still want it, even after a little wear and tear from having his big babies.

he continued to thrust in and out of you. he held you down and had his way with you. he was glad you were slowly seeing the picture. he let go of your neck, assured you were going to stay down and his hand trailed along your stomach.

he got aroused further by the idea of you being the most perfect wife for him. he'd cut up your credit card, burn all your shoes and keep that belly nice and full. you only had to rely on him. he was a traditional man and he'd take care of what was his. most times he would consider himself a gentleman, but it was hard to argue for it when he has your back arched and your pussy full. his cock bullied your cervix.

you whimpered and moaned, you clawed at the bed as it hit against the wall. such a sweet symphony. graves' cock twitched inside of you at the idea of you wearing his shirts to cover your swollen middle.

in all fairness you could be nude in your shared home, no one would see you. there wouldn't be a neighbor for miles. whatever his little wife felt comfortable in.

with a few more hard thrusts he finished inside of you, then laid his chest against your back, smothering you. he reached for your pussy and played with your clit as your hole contracted around his still hard cock.

you flailed and tried to move away but he kept you pinned down as he placed with your nub. eventually orgasm crashed down on you like rain and your felt a moan be pulled from your mouth before you felt the energy leave you.

you laid on the bed, soft and limp. but graves wasn't done. your mother would be home in an hour, he thought he could get at least two more orgasms in before he felt content with his breeding.

he slapped your ass once more and growled in your ear, "look alive, sugar, i ain't done with you."

-

you came back that winter break with a slight slope in your belly. all graves could do was smile by the rim of his scotch glass. he could feel the twitch in his pants, especially when your hand went to the bump. he knew, no words needed to be spoken.

he had planted his seed in his step-daughter, and soon he'll suggest that you take some time off school to raise that little baby. after all his brats weren't going to be raised without a mother.

xoxo, bunny

LENEEEE stepbro!john b???? 🎀🎀🎀

OMGGGGG! i haveee an ideaaaaa!!! ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ SMUT!!! ignore any misspellings lol

“m’not whoring around or anything… it's just protection!!” you cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. much to our dismay your stepbrother, john b, found your birth control and he’s not thrilled about the idea that his little step-sis is “running round the cut, getting her tiny pussy filled with other guys' dicks”. you reach for the pills that are held tightly in your stepbrother’s hand, only for him to reach the hand way above your head and walk straight to the bathroom.

“do you bring boys in here? into the house?…do i not give you everything you need? hmm?” he disappointedly sighs, not even looking at you as he opens the plastic and aluminum packet.

“no!! i promise i don’t, please just give it back!” you continue to cry, embarrassed, trying to reason with him to give them back to you.

“hm no, you don’t need these, bub.” he taunts, dumping the little pills in the toilet and flushing them faster than you can plead for him to stop.

“go sit on the bed and wait for me, i need a minute.” john b sighs and puts his hands on his hips like he’s disappointed.

“you're so mean ta’me johnny.” you sniffle, wiping the tears from your eyes as you turn to go back to the room like he told you to.

after a painful spanking, he manhandled you to be face down ass up with your cheek squished against your pink pillow, drool evident on the cloth as your stepbrother stretched out your little pussy on his massive length. his strong hands gripping onto the sides of your hips, doing all the work by slamming your ass against his pelvis.

“hurts!” you whine, wanting to crawl away from him but also sooo far gone, so dumb you really can't focus on making full sentences let alone moving.

“you wanted to take birth control like a big girl, you gotta take it like a big girl.” he tuts.

“jombee you didn’t- put a condom!!!” you mumble into the pillow, “don’t cum inside me please jombee please.” you plea, but unfortunately nothing can be heard except for the low grunts of your stepbrother, the sound of skin slapping skin and the wet sloppy squelching of your hole.

“you’re gonna get me pregnant…” whining, you try your best to muster up some energy to crawl away from his thrusts. but the attempt was fruitless because your stepbrother's grip was just too strong.

“that’s what m’doin bub.”

“you can’t!!”

“can and m’gonna, what’s everyone gonna think when they find out your big stepbro put his little baby in you hmm?” he taunts, smacking your pore little sore ass, making a loud crack sound.

“no more stupid boys chasin' you around that’s for sure…should’ve hidden the pills aaaa-lot better baby,” john b pauses his thrusts and you think that for a second he’s decided you’ve had enough of this punishment when he reaches hand over to your face, slipping his thumb into your mouth for you to suck.

“needed that hmmm?” john b coos, making your pussy still pulsate around his dick,

“mmhm!” you moan as he’s slipping his glossy and slobbery digit out of your mouth and leaning back to continue to pound you into the mattress. as he’s back to thrusting into you your cries and whines start back up, even more so when he slips his thumb covered in your saliva into your ass.

"no!! no more!" you scream into the pillow.

“aaaalmost there baby, almost done…” he grunts, smacking your ass again, this time giving you two harsh smacks. "stay with me sweet girl." he watches as your cunt stretches around him and how your ass jiggles with every thrust, and you just know he’s going to knock you up tonight and there is nothing you can do but take it, helplessly. ᡣ𐭩

FAMILY BONDING — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento. 

♱ warnings — stepcest, pseudocest, f!reader, step dads!gojo + nanami (age-gaps), some manipulation, step brothers!geto, itadori + megumi, megumi + itadori like when you call them nii-chan, fingering, aged!up characters, marking, possessiveness, daddy kink, dry-humping.

♱ note — i am stinky and i’m finally letting my stepcest weakness rear it’s head < 3 tokrev version.

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

it was almost natural the way your step dad satoru fit into your life so easily, doting over and spoiling you like you were his own, indulging you with movie nights and rainy days spent wrapped up against his chest. he was always touchy with you, especially when his friends were over — eyes dragging along your body until satoru’s pulling you tight against his chest with a huff. it felt so right for something that was supposed to be wrong, but step daddy satoru always promised to keep your secrets.

“oh? you’re not hiding any boyfriends from your daddy, are you, sweet thing?” it should sound soft and playful, the tone of voice that satoru reserved only for you — his pretty little step daughter who he spoiled and loved so much. but his tone is low, hissed and he’s masking his words under the honey of a ‘parents care’ but the way he’s fucking you is fuelled by jealousy, an emotion that almost seems misplaced on his usually pretty, relaxed features. “n-no im not daddy, i promise!” you hiccup when you feel his cock push deeper into your pussy with a loud, wet sound and you feel like you’re losing all sense of self with how good he feels.

“hm, you’re only mine, pretty girl. you trust daddy, don’t ya?” the low hum that breaks from his throat feels like it drips through your spine when he rocks into you again and you wish you could say it didn’t feel good but fuck—it does, he does. your daddy was always so kind to you, he just never left your side because he cared about you he said, and now you’re feeling his big, warm hands smooth and squeeze at your exposed skin as his cock kisses along the sensitive spots inside of you. satoru’s lips feel like the burn you when they smooth along your neck, nibbling and kissing along the skin until it’s raised and blooming and he’s pulling away to admire his work, his lips curling into a smirk with another wet connection of his hips against yours. “yes! feels s-so good, daddy.”

“yeah? none of them would make you feel as good as i do, right, angel? treat you as good as daddy does, fuck—so good f’ me, always gonna be a daddy’s girl, ain’t ya?” satoru groans, his voice returning to its sickly sweet tone and your mind is too dizzy for you to even listen to him, so you nod and agree like the obedient little daughter he loved so much, and you make his heart swell when you let your lips part to moan his name. you’re so pretty and you’re being so good for him as you fuck yourself on his cock, squeezing and twitching around him and he always told you that good girls get rewards, and you were his best girl. so you almost scream when you feel his slender fingers trace between your bodies, rolling your clit expertly as you grab at his shoulders. “that’s my good girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

step brother suguru was already so nice to you, like a good big brother should be and he was the best. always the type to hold you close to his chest when you knock at his door after a nightmare and you can’t help how warm you feel in his embrace, wrapped up in his huge arms and he can’t help the way his cock is straining against his boxers. he knows you notice it, feeling it prod against your abdomen but maybe you’ll let him ease your mind… and his.

“do you feel better on your step brothers cock, sweetheart? i’m here with you, won’t let anything happen to you.” suguru’s tone is smooth but sleepy when you feel his thick arm wrap around your waist to pull you closer, keeping you pressed against his chest as he pushes more of his thick length into your twitching pussy while his tongue kisses along your jaw. “feels better, sugu—ah!” you breath, whispery and pretty and the sound makes his cock throb from where it’s spreading your tight walls around him eagerly, drawing his hips back only to force it even deeper into you — to kiss along the spots that only your big brother can reach for you.

“look at me, pretty girl.” suguru hums, letting his fingers trail under your chin before he’s tilting your head to meet his so he can kiss you; pushing his tongue past your lips to suck on your own and the way you melt for him makes his lose all sense of what’s right and wrong — his perfect little sister who loves him so much makes him growl lowly before he’s starting a lazy, heavy pace that has you jolting in his hold, wound so tightly in his arms that he’s convinced himself you were made to fit there. you taste so sweet, and a little like home as he humps messily into your pussy and he’s past even trying to bite back his urge to resist you, so he lets it consume him.

“i’m here with you, shit—gonna take good care of you like i always do, sweetheart.” his words make the room feel like they’re spinning and when you nod it feels like his thrusts only grow harsher, like he’s burying them into your skin and engraving his shape into you. suguru would fuck you every night if it meant you’d stay with him forever, that’s why he was always so eager to be by your side — always insisting that he’s there everytime you leave the house and pressed into your side every moment that you’re home, so when you feel his cock kiss too deep inside of you, you feel bliss twist in your stomach because you know your big brother only does this because he loves you.

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

you’d be stupid not to notice the way your big step brother yuuji followed you around, so dumb and doting when it comes to his pretty little sister and you can’t deny the soft spot you had for him — he was harmless after all, pure muscle and needy touches, you couldn’t say no to him — not even when he’s bullying his thick cock into your little pussy like the best big brothers do.

“it’s c-cause yuuji-nii loves you, baby. gonna take good care of you like the, fuck—the best big brothers do.” yuuji grunts as he topples you, his movements are clumsy and eager when he cups your face in his hands to kiss you — wet and messy as he sucks on your tongue and licks into your mouth and he’s always just thought that he loves you a normal amount, this is what big brothers do right, love their little sisters. but any second thoughts he has, any doubts that maybe this is wrong melts with the first press of his cock into your tight cunt as you grab at him — pulling him closer and he feels dizzy thinking about how much you must love him too.

“‘m sorry, gonna make you feel good, only me, okay? promise?” yuuji groans, grabbing at your hips before he’s angling them up higher and he wants to take his time, to take care of you like your big, dumb older brother always does. but you’re squeezing around him and he’s bullying his cock into you like an animal in heat — wet, squelching sounds leaving the room while you ramble more yuuji-nii and hook your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into the abyss and he remembers when your parents had told him to take good care of his new sister, this was what they meant right?

you can barely breathe behind the pace your older brother sets, you feel like you’re crumbling under each heavy thrust as he ruts into your addictive heat and drags you along his cock. smearing spit and praise along your tits as he suckles and slurps against the sensitive buds of your nipples, taking them between his tongue and teeth while his heavy balls smack against your ass with each thrust. “you love me too, right? you’re so pretty, c-can’t stop thinking about you.” yuuji groans, burying his words into your skin and when you cry for him, “yes, yes i love yuuji-nii, so much!” it’s like his blown pupils swallow what little sanity he had left when he feels the first warning of his orgasm burst along his skin.

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

he’d always been a little quiet, a little strange when you first met and you’d just filed his need to be close to you under that same file. but you indulged him, let him pull you into his lap and grind his cock against you just because it felt like you were bonding, getting him to finally open up when he insisted you call him ‘gumi-nii instead, it was a step in the right direction, right?

“do you like m-making your brother feel good?” megumi breathes from where he’s spread out below you, slender fingers splayed and squeezing along the dip of your waist as he mindlessly humps into your clothed heat — letting you feel how fucking hard you make him. the leaking tip of his cock twitches and leaves damp spots behind his underwear as his desire for you clouds the shame that turns his stomach. “please, say it.” he grunts again, cheeks and chest flushed as he bites on his lower lip and rolls his hips into yours again — whimpering when he feels your thighs twitch around him and his eyes flutter closed with something that’s both embarrassed but tender.

“y-yes, ‘gumi-nii. i wanna make you feel good.” you gasp when you feel his cock catch under the hood of your clit, making your fingers twist and pull at his raven hair as you chase the stimulation, meeting the desperate rut of his hips with your own needier ones. megumi was so gentle with you, albeit a little shy — but he’d always been that way and it was intriguing when you’d first met the man who’d suddenly become your brother, you’d become addicted to the way he grabbed at you, the way he moaned and yearned for the feeling of your body against his because you know it was how he told you he loved you.

“nobody is as pretty as my little sister, don’t wanna spend time with anyone else. fuck—you can’t leave, okay?” megumi whimpers, his eyes narrowed from where they’re finally meeting yours and his pupils are almost black with how blown they look — lust coursing through his body in waves when you swirl your hips in his lap against, making him breathe heavy below you as he drags your clothed pussy along his cock. “never gonna leave, ‘gumi-nii. promise.” you whine, and you swear you feel his cock throb at the whispery sound — wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull yourself closer and let him rut into you like an animal, feeling him whimper and whine into your skin before he’s muffling his sounds in the crook of your neck. “y-you’re mine forever, okay?”

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

you’d been so needy all day, and you could see the questioning look your step dad nanami gave you when you kept pushing yourself into his side, rubbing your thighs together and twisting your hands into his shirt. he spoiled you enough as it is, he was wrapped around your finger and maybe thats why he doesn’t think twice when he asks how he can help and you pull his hand between your thighs — daddy would do anything for you after all.

“is daddy making you feel good, sweetheart?” nanami grunts from where he’s sat behind you, your back is pressing tight against his chest while your thighs are hooked over his — keeping you spread as his thick fingers sink into your tight walls while you both watch the movie playing on the tv. but you feel so dizzy, his fingers were bigger than yours — longer and they feel like they press almost too deep into the sensitive spots you’ve never been able to reach, clawing at your daddy’s bicep as he twists his wrist and pushes more slick out of your pussy everytime his fingers sink into your walls.

but he feels so good, and you can feel the way nanami’s cock is throbbing against your back — but he’s so focused on you, his pretty little step daughter who’s pussy is squeezing around his fingers and you’re trembling against him when he leans down to kiss along your neck. “feels so good, daddy. i love you! l-love you so much.” you gasp when he pulls his fingers out of your walls with a wet squelch, smearing them along your puffy clit before he’s rolling the bud in sticky circles and trailing his lips to tease the shell of your ear.

“daddy loves you, sweetheart.” maybe he’s been spoiling you too much he thinks, he knows it’s wrong — the honesty in his words and the way he’s pushing his own step daughters thighs wider, but then he’s sinking his fingers into you again and using his other hand to grab a slow handful of your tits. you feel so soft and plush when he kneads at you; so responsive and innocent and you’re always so good for your daddy, especially when you’re pushing back against his chest and moaning so shamelessly for him, fucking yourself on his fingers as he rolls your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “this ‘s our little secret, okay? you don’t want to get daddy in trouble, do you?”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

Oh how I’ve missed poor pathetic stepdad!Joel 🫠😍🥰

I love him so muuuuuch!!!!

the downward spiral (one shot)

PAIRING: stepdad!Joel x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 3k

WARNINGS: 18+ smut, stepcest, jealousy, possessive Joel. dubcon if you squint. Manhandling, Unsafe PIV, improvised toy, creampie. Brief allusion to Joel as your father figure. Hair can be pulled, can sit on Joel's lap.

NOTES: title is a nine inch nails album. reader has an apartment, but she's visiting for the holidays.

—---

In the kitchen, Joel listens to the coffee maker and checks the time. Leaning back against the counter, he opens his New York Times Games app. He’s contemplating what to start with in WORDLE. “CUTIE,” he types.  

A snapchat notification from you pops up, making him giddy. He adjusts his glasses, and his thumb hovers over the notification. If it’s erotic, he’d prefer to save it for a more private moment, but not now. He’s been waiting for you to wake up, and he’d rather see you first.  The inner battle furrows his brow, then he watches himself tap the notification. His face relaxes at the sight of you, and his cheeks warm with affection. The shot is pretty innocent, but there’s a look in your eye just for him. And your lips are parted. Ugh, your perfect mouth. 

“Merry xmas eve,” it says. 36 hours since he last touched you. 

A shadow moves on the stairs, and he looks up from his phone to see you watching him, biting your lip with a little smile. You clasp your fingers behind yourself and stretch, then finish descending the steps.   

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” his hoarse voice greets you, then he clears his throat. He saves your picture to the chat, then slips his phone into the pocket of his gray sweats. He runs a hand through his hair, then braces his hands on the counter behind himself, leaning back as casually as he can, letting you know you’re in control. 

You take your time approaching, and his eyes lock with yours when you’re close enough for him to smell your shampoo. He takes a deep breath through his nose. You lift your arms to waist height as you close the gap between your bodies. You wrap your arms around his strong middle, and he exhales as warmth radiates from your chest. Your body presses gently into his. Warmth. Comfort. You’re made of joy. 

He hugs you loosely, and you rest your head on him. His chest vibrates with a low, satisfied, “Mm.” He presses the lightest kiss onto the crown of your head. 

“Mm,” you echo. 

His thumb brushes the nape of your neck, and his other hand rests lower on your back, fingers spread, rubbing a slow aimless pattern. You smell just as warm and cozy as you feel. Your hips push forward, making him flinch, but . Warmth rushes to his crotch, and you don’t pull away when it moves against you. He swallows, trying not to push back on you. 

“It’s ok,” you whisper. As he relaxes, his bulge nudges you, and there’s no mistaking his desire. 

“Sorry,” he whispers, 

“Don’t be,” you reply.  

God damn, you’re making this hard. 

The doorbell rings. “Prolly a delivery,” Joel mutters, and his thumb brushes behind your ear.   He savors every moment with you. 

A few seconds later, there’s a bunch of rustling around outside the front door. 

“Alright,” Joel grumbles. 

“Lotta packages out hea,” a Boston accent is heard through the door. Oh, great. It’s your neighbor down the street. The newly single one.  

You start to pull away. Joel’s chest begins to cave in, but the feeling is quickly muffled by irritation. “The fuck is he doin’ here?” Joel grumbles to himself, then accuses you, “That why you’re down here?”  With every muscle in his body tensing, he scratches the back of his neck. 

Your head tilts in disapproval. “Would you keep it together? Please?” 

“Yeah,” he agrees.

“You sure? You good?” you ask. 

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and nods. 

“You’re doing good,” you reassure him, placing a hand on his chest. 

The doorbell rings again, and Joel’s nose twitches. “Get outta here,” he nods toward the stairs. “Now.”

“Chill, I’m going.” 

He waits for you to get all the way upstairs before answering the door. 

—

There’s Harold, crouched over, picking up one last package, trying not to spill his iced coffee in the process. He stands up straight and smiles with his bottom teeth, proud that he hasn’t dropped anything.  His navy, quarter-zip sweater is a little tight for his arms. “Happy holidays,” he says. 

Joel has one hand on the frame, and one holding the side of the door. His body blocks the entry.

They look at each other for a moment. Harold’s tired eyes fall on Joel’s gray sweatpants, tighter than they were ten minutes ago. With a friendly wink in his voice, he asks, “Catch ya at a bad time?” 

“Yeah,” Joel responds flatly. 

When Harold doesn’t leave, Joel bites the bullet and accepts the packages. 

“They were all out here,” Harold mutters as Joel takes them one by one. 

It would’ve been easier for Joel to bring them in himself rather than indulge this ridiculous balancing act. Joel rolls his eyes as he puts the packages down on the floor inside. As he stands up, he glances around and sees no sign of you. Good. He turns toward Harold and grips the side of the door again, ready to close it. 

Harold is standing there with a dumb smile and asks, “How ya doin’, man?”

“Not bad,” Joel forces, silently willing the neighbor to leave already. 

“Good, good,” Harold mutters to himself. “Me too,” he offers without Joel asking. “Well, ya know,” he adds with a defeated shrug. “All things considered.”  Right, his divorce. 

“Daughtah home?” Harold asks. 

As soon as Joel translates it to daughter, his nostrils flare. His blood pressure shoots up. His vision blurs, and his glasses do nothing. He’d like to kill this man. He takes a deep, calming breath and sizes him up in silence. Has he always been that tall? “Just ran into ya wife,” Harold gestures down the street with his thumb, bicep straining his sweater. “She said your daughter might wanna come to the–” 

“No,” Joel interrupts him. 

“New year’s party,” Harold mumbles. 

Joel unclenches his jaw long enough to say, “Kinda in the middle’a somethin’.” 

“Told ya wife I’d invite her,” Harold explains. “Only take a sec.” 

“She’s not dressed,” Joel blurts out. He stops short of clarifying that he’s not your father, either. He wants to be everything. He has to be every man you could ever need, and he cares less and less about who knows it. 

“Heh,” a faint blush rises to Harold’s face with a flash of his eyebrows. He rocks his plastic cup, making the half-melted ice jumble around. 

“bye, Harold,” Joel closes the door in his face, then watches through the window as this asshole walks down the driveway and raises his cup to a passing car. 

-

Joel steps back and cracks his neck in an unsuccessful attempt to release some tension, but it’s only getting worse. His whole body is wound up and ready to fight.   

He can't let you see him like this. He’s supposed to be keeping it together. 

He goes back to the kitchen and steadies his hand to pour half a cup of coffee. He holds the cup, watching the bubbles disappear. 

The bath turns on upstairs, and Joel groans inwardly at the \ urge to charge up the stairs and ravish you. He has a vision of you sitting on the side of the tub, nude. You reach back and dangle your fingers into the water to test the temperature. Every muscle in his body wants to bust through that door and take you. 

Another fantasy he’d never have the balls to act on. Right? 

He puts down his coffee and takes off his glasses, resting them face-up on the kitchen island. He eyes the stairs, then shakes his head at himself. His hands brace on the edge of the island and he straightens his arms, triceps stretching his white tee. Leaning forward, he hangs his head and closes his eyes, calming himself. He stands there and breathes for a minute. 

“Keep it together,” he whispers, but he can hardly hear himself over his inner caveman.

Kill. 

Breed. 

Kill. 

“Fuck,” he curses.

—-------

The water is loud enough that you don’t hear Joel’s heavy steps thudding up the stairs. When the door bursts open, you jump.  Your eyes widen as Joel shuts the door behind himself. He doesn’t look at you yet, despite your nakedness.  He braces one hand on the middle of the door and the other rests lightly on his hip. He looks down, still trying to conjure restraint. 

All you can say is, “Joel?”  

His muscular back flexes rhythmically under his slutty white tee as he catches his breath. After a few seconds, his head turns enough to look back at you. His eyes are dark. 

“Tell me to leave,” he commands, with his voice deep and breathy. 

Your lips part, but you say nothing. You scan his body, lingering on his pumped up muscles. 

He takes his hand off the door and turns to face you head on. His fingers twitch at his sides as his dark gaze roves your body. His head tilts forward, casting a shadow over his eyes as he looks at your face again. “Tell me to leave, honey.”  When you don’t show any sign of answering, he steps toward the bathtub, chest heaving. His brows knit and he slightly shakes his head.

You sit there captivated by his energy. The drum in your neck beats harder as he gets closer. Your chest bubbles with excitement. 

He looms over you, and you’re lifting your head up to look at him when his large hand seizes your arm and he pulls you to your feet. He wraps his other arm around you from behind and grabs between your legs. Grunting under the roar of the water, he manhandles you toward the double vanity. 

He gropes your breasts, still holding you by the pussy. He abruptly pulls you tighter against him and the hard bulge in his sweatpants makes you throb. 

After releasing your breasts, but not your pussy, he grabs your jaw and makes you look at him in the mirror. 

“Last chance, sweetheart,” he murmurs in your ear.  

You answer, “Do it or leave.”

He releases your jaw.  “Uggh,” he groans in painful desire. Emboldened by your encouragement, he slowly slides his flattened fingers along your slit, finding you wet.  “This is mine.” his stiffening cock nudges you through his sweatpants. When you don’t reply, his voice gets firmer. “Say it.”

“It’s yours. I’m yours.” 

“Yeah,” he nods. 

He bends you over the counterspace between your sinks. A sweep of your forearm sends an unplugged hair dryer, a bottle of lotion, and God knows what else into the sink you barely use. 

Meanwhile, Joel has pulled down his sweats. He holds his hard cock, and his rocks onto the balls of his feet and back. He places a hand on your lower back. You tilt your hips as he lines himself up. His tip nudges into the right spot, pushing at your dripping hole. Then he grabs your hips and shoves into you with a sigh.  You grunt at the sweet burn of his sudden intrusion. 

“Yeah,” he breathes. “gotta take it.” 

He only waits a second before withdrawing all but the tip, then slamming into you harder. He withdraws again. A bruising grip on your hips pulls you back as he slides into you, easier.  

The grip of his hands eases up as he buries his cock in you faster. He opts to hold you down. With your breasts smashed against the marble, he grunts as he fucks it all out on you. Your insides bloom with arousal, gripping his cock, pulling at him for more, deeper. Your heart tingles with exhilaration. 

His soft affection is a memory. A wild passion possesses him instead, evident with each thrust and grunt. This primal need has him desperate to own you from the inside out. 

“Ughh,” he groans, snapping his hips. 

You twitch and moan, muffled by the loud water. 

He grunts at the sound and fucks you harder. 

He needs to pour all of him in there. You have to be his. 

He slows down only to wrap a hand around your hair. His firm grip makes your scalp tingle. “Look at me,” he pants. As he begins to lift his fist, you push yourself up on your forearm and look up at the mirror with your breath fogging it. He drops your hair and pulls your upper body closer to his so you can see. 

You brace hands on the counter and marvel at this spellbound wreck of yourself.  Your movements aren’t your own. You’re controlled only by the rhythm of his cock and his hands. They make you feel small.  

 “Me,” he commands, and your eyes snap to him.

It’s the face of a man possessed. His eyes are wild and demanding. He grits his teeth. His neck vein bulges. His hair bounces with each unforgiving thrust. His hips move with a purpose -  deeper. More. More of you. His. Fuck. 

It’s the first time you've met his wild man. You've seen glimpses in the way he lashes out in jealousy. And his intensity has always been evident. But you didn't imagine a whole feral form of him. The way his veins bulge, the power of his body. You never fully noticed the build of his chest or how a v muscle cuts through his tanline. This has all been there, all along.  Every time he’s snapped at you, it's been this guy. 

“fuck, Joel,” you breathe. 

His mouth falls open with a silent moan. About to cum, he grabs your electric toothbrush and races to turn it on. He presses the smooth barrel of your toothbrush against you, with the bottom nearly touching his cock. Your lips part, and your eyelids fall. 

He bottoms out hard, and his shaft twitches against your snug insides as you’re vibrated from the outside. He twitches bigger, harder, and sighs with relief as his seed spills into you. A moment later, another burst, and the warmth spreads in your depths. 

He turns the vibration up. “Give it to me,” he demands. “C’mon, baby. It’s mine.” He holds you tight with another deep thrust. 

A massive throb of his cock sends you over the edge and releases another long rope. The climax seizes you, making you arch your back, grinding against the vibration. “I got ya,” he breathes, then moans with another shot of cum. Your nipples peak. A second later, your spasming pussy squeezes another burst out of him. 

There’s more, and more, until warmth is trickling down your inner thigh and his arms are relaxing around you as you finish. When your body relaxes, he turns off the toothbrush and rolls it onto the counter unceremoniously.  

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As you catch your breath, Joel hugs you from behind, and his eyes soften. He buries his mouth in your neck, then kisses you on the head and glances at the mirror with a puppy dog look, with a gentle thrust deeper, making you spasm. 

He growls quietly.  God, he’s hot. 

“You okay?” He whispers above your ear. 

“Yeah,” you smile, looking down and tracing his knuckles. 

The bathwater is almost overflowing. Joel slides out of you and pulls up his sweatpants. Cum trickles all the way down your leg to the tile floor. Always such a mess. With a softening tent in his pants he goes and turns the water off, then checks the temp. He reaches in to unplug the drain and lower the water level, then asks, “that good?” 

“Yeah.” 

He sits on the edge of the garden tub, scratching one side of his scruff and manspreading as you approach.

“Hey. C’mere,” he says softly. 

You stand between his legs completely naked, and he runs his hands down your sides, then pulls you into his lap, helping you straddle him.  

“Sure you're good?” He asks. 

“Yes,” you reassure him. “That was amazing.”

He holds you in his arms, then adjusts your weight so his bulge is against your crotch, and your breath hitches. You’ve only come once. You could go for more, but it's not smart. 

He buries his head in your chest, then looks up, and pulls you down for a kiss that starts soft. His tongue parts your lips then he's trying to drink you in.  He pulls you tighter, kissing you hard, grinding you on him in a way that could have you quickly lose control. You're leaking all over him. 

Your lips break away. You cup his cheek, give him a peck, and he asks, “too much?” 

You nod and whisper, “we’re playing with fire.” 

He lets you out of his lap, then holds out his hand and you use it for balance to get into the tub. 

Your voices are hushed. “You want a bath bomb or somethin’?”

“You know about bath bombs?” You tease him. 

“Eucalyptus all the way,” he answers, then crouches down to an under-sink cabinet. 

“Linen closet,” you redirect him. 

He picks a rose one and fumbles with the wrapping until he comes back and drops it in. He sits on the side of the tub and his thumb brushes your forehead. 

“You should go,” you gently urge him. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, and leans down for a last kiss. “Can I get ya anything else?” 

You shake your head no.

“silicone Joel's water resistant,”  he offers, pointing back toward your bedroom. 

You crack a smile and tell him, “Get outta here. Now.”

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On my knees for this

Big brother!aki who notices how your dresses start to get shorter now that you’re in college. How your pj’s seemed to have gotten tighter. Mornings are tough for him, as you saunter out of bedroom, puffy faced and groggy, looking for caffeine. He’s already dressed for class, has his backpack ready and is wide awake. He can’t seem to hide the blush on his face when he sees you’re braless. He wants to chastise you, but holds back. You should be dressed already, he thinks.

You’d been in school for a couple of semesters now and academic-wise, was doing very well. But financial-wise, you struggled. Opting for an apartment with your friends had been a bad choice, and you fell behind on rent. With no other support in your life except your big brother, you guiltily called Aki asking for advice. Aki of course didn’t hesitate to offer you his extra room. He was always the responsible one when it came to money and had saved up a lot before leaving the family home. He found the exact apartment he wanted, with enough room in case he ever needed a roommate. Unbeknownst to you, he purposefully chose a location not far from your campus.

Aki can’t stand when you answer the door in one of your loose fitted shirts, without a bra. He picks up a habit of rushing to the door before you do; he can’t allow some weirdo delivery guy feeling you up with their eyes. One unfortunate incident of him racing to the door before you ended with him accidentally touching your chest as he pushed you away. You punched him in return. But the rest of the night he couldn’t shake the thought of the way your tits jiggled against his arm.

Aki who’s stomach churns at the idea of some loser dating his smart, pretty, sweet sister . He can feel his heart rate pick up at the thought of some fool driving you around in their shitty, poor excuse of a car. He imagines the worst jerk-off on campus asking you out after a study session; the sleazy grin they’d give you while nasty thoughts swirl in their mind.

Aki grips the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. He’s about to pick you up from class, and his emotions are on the fritz. He sees you running up to the car, nose scrunched from the sun beaming down, waving happily at him. They can’t have you, he thinks. You’re too special for them.