Omg I just had the most disgusting stepcest thought...
Stepdad!Toji has you on his lap spread eagle as he talks stepbro!Choso through giving you oral... Toji's hands wandering over your tits pointing out things in your pretty cunt etc while Choso is on his knees observing learning and eating you out.....
I know megumi makes more sense but I don't care lol...
✮ tags. . objectification, toji is a pervert, stepcest, he slaps your pussy. ꒱₊˚⊹ divider credits!
you sob. toji has been doing that for long minutes now and your plump clit is so sensitive that you don't know how much longer you can stand to keep being used as a demonstration of how to satisfy a woman before you reach orgasm without permission.
with the help of your arousal, he slides two thick fingers around your clit without actually touching it. he opens your pussy and spreads it apart so choso can watch closely how hard you're squeezing… choso leans forward, you see him lick his upper lip and mentally note everything his stepfather tells him.
"you have to wait for her body to ask to be used, okay? you have to be patient."
you tilt your neck down to look at choso sitting at toji's feet, his legs crossed, knees in opposite directions as he gazes intently at your open pussy.
"this is the most important place," toji murmurs behind your back, his silken, husky voice sending tingles through your body. "see how she reacts if I touch her here…" two fingers massage one of your breasts giving special care to the nipple, tugging at it as if hoping to draw milk from there, the other hand is in the middle of your legs moving to the tune of his words over your clit and between your wet folds. "you see how wet it is."
"I see that." muses Choso, almost drooling.
you moan again. "toji…" you call out to him, you try to cling to his arms and improve the position you're in but his arms hugging your legs below your knees, keeping you open for him with your thighs pushing up to your chest prevent you from doing so.
toji slaps your pussy.
"hold still." then he turns to choso. "do you want to try?"
"yeah, i'm ready. i want to taste it."
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Do you think that wr Christopher had a “type” prior to pretty? Like I don’t think he was exclusive with whatever his type was for but I can also imagine him not having dated someone with pretty’s body type before. Not because of any phobia but just cause he just hadn’t or it’s just who he was set up with. So like when he met pretty for the first time, when it clicked that this was his mate one of his only thoughts about her body besides his physical attraction is just excited because there was just more to love.
Like man loves his soft squish mate and the fact he can squish her. Idk if that makes sense I hope it does. Man just loves pretty in every context and form and I want what they have
Also you know he’s the biggest dork in love and would put on sunnies when he sees her sometimes because “baby you’re just too radiant for my poor eyes”
i love this question, you've got no idea just how much.
anyway, this is LONG. i got carried away, so please bear with me:
i don't think he had a type! or i guess the more accurate statement is that he wasn't aware that he had a type.
wr!chris is very people driven. i don't think he cared much about how his partners looked like as long as they were someone he clicked with. although i do think that he probably enjoyed it a lot when his partners had big thighs, for.... obvious reasons.
see, the mind of someone like him works a bit differently when it comes to physical attraction, right? so he most likely looked at curvier people and found himself appreciating the way they looked, but not necessarily going bark bark awoooga, if you know what i mean.
i guess a person with big thighs generally also comes with a tummy and other more... fleshier parts. if he was seeing someone with these attributes, i'm sure he thoroughly enjoyed them, even when back then he might've reasoned it was because he really liked that person he was with. i do think it's possible that he never dated someone that looked just like our prettiest mum, though.
i think also that it wasn't until he met pretty that he became aware that he had a type and that his body reacted to it. like, i'm sure it didn't take long after they met for him to find himself on some p*rn site like "chubby girl amateur" or looking for something similar enough lol
tbh in general wr!chris probably hadn't dated much before pretty. you can probably count former partners with one hand, but i suppose that small pool might've been diverse enough that he never suspected he had a type.
with that being said, even if he wasn't aware, i feel like someone close to him, like changbin, most definitely noticed that chris had his preferences (because after seeing your long-time friend almost give himself whiplash when he turned back to look at someone that walked by was probably a good giveaway that something was going on lol).
ultimately, pretty was born to be his mate, right? her physical appearance could change and he'd still love her with his whole heart, but if he had a say (which he doesn't, because she's her own person and he knows this, but if he had a say...), her current appearance (chubby, fat, curvy, thick, however you wanna call it) is very much his preference. which makes me believe that it's very likely that she'll always be like this.
i suppose more fat means more to squish and grab and kiss and nibble, as well as more cushioning for when he allows himself to be a bit rougher to appease the horny dog controlling his brain. and i love that for him.
hope this makes sense!! feel free to let me know if it doesn't.
anyway, here's a wr!chris meme i made the other day while chatting with a friend:
it makes me chuckle every time.
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i must know ur stepcest thoughts 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤
US AT MIDNIGHT | GETŌ SUGURU
✮ wc. . 2.0K
✮ tags. . stepcest, spit kink, smoker fem!reader, alcohol consumption, praise kink (good girl), canon au. 18+ mdni. divider creds: cafekitsune.
✮ about. . the right thing to do would be to forget about the past and start over. pretend nothing happened. but sometimes the right thing to do is not always what we should do.
✮ notes. . i wanted to explore this trope from a more 'forbidden romance' point of view rather than lust as such, yk? Suguru really cares about the reader. I hope you can still enjoy it and suguru will probably be ooc here so I apologize for that ;sighs;
"You look ravishing tonight." You needn't turn around to know who it was, though it would be hypocritical to deny that you weren't expecting him.
Suguru followed you stealthily like shadow into the backyard, guided by your hips and the sound of your heels against the wooden floor that gave him clues as to what your final destination was. The trees under the breeze of the spring entrance flutter carrying silence.
You steel yourself to turn around, the courage you have never had but now cling to as if your life depended on it. You squeeze the cigarette you carry between your fingers and finally order your feet to move. You almost curse the moon for showing him to you so mysterious, the absence of light allows you to admire his blurred features and the darkness dances on his face preventing you from seeing him clearly.
You sigh his manly perfume and smile wistfully at him, dropping your head to the side.
"Suguru." You hadn't said that name in a long time, hadn't thought of it after going to college abroad and abandoning your promising future as a sorceress, so having it in your mouth drags up memories that hit your belly like whips. He returns the same smile, clutching the cup in his hand. In the distance, the sound of music comes muffled through the walls that separate you. "Thank you… you look…" older, handsome, taller "You look good," you conclude with a sigh. "You grew your hair long." You point out the obvious, with a finger gesturing to the black hair that falls loosely down his back.
Apparently something you said makes him grin more, not to the point where he shows his teeth but you do notice the way his shoulders relax at your presence just a little.
"You don't have to hide from me."
"I wasn't," you reply without blinking, trying to keep the plastic smile.
You barely forget about the cigarette burning in your hand, so before the ashes land on your gleaming heels you bring it to your mouth taking a deep puff in search of, ironically, clearing your lungs. After pleading with your mother that you didn't want to attend her and Suguru's father's annual wedding anniversary celebration and she asked that you do so, you created a master plan for tonight that included everything from your hairstyle to your outfit, continuing with the dialogues you would hold and the posture you would assume the entire night… only your perfect plan didn't include your stepbrother cornering you alone like the wolf he is.
You extend the cigarette to him but he shakes his head taking the cup to his mouth instead, ironic, you learned from his vice. You wonder what else has changed in him these past few years.
Amber drops stick to his lower lip as he finishes his drink, which he soon swirls around with his tongue. You watch, unable to pretend you have no interest in him, perplexed that he still has the same effect on you.
"I should get back," you say in a voice that is raspy from the smoke, preparing to walk by his side unwilling to drag out the encounter any longer; however his long fingers tangle around your arm and that spark runs through your entire body.
"We didn't do anything wrong."
"I don't want to talk about it." You avoid looking at him at all costs, focusing on the silhouettes of your parents and their guests dancing in the living room.
"I haven't stopped thinking about you," he suddenly confesses and you hate him for doing this to you now, in the middle of such an important celebration for them.
"I shouldn't have come." You try to struggle against his grip to which he relents, only to seconds later grab you by both arms and slam you against one of the columns, in the background, a cicada screams as the guests rampage with a hubbub and your lungs empty from the impact.
Suguru just looks at you as his fingers burn marks into your skin and you wish you knew what was going through his mind… probably the same as in yours.
"We were kids," you try to explain as a last resort. "It was just a game."
Suguru moves closer to your neck and you allow him to trespass your personal space, his natural scent clouding your senses and making you cling to his white shirt in search of stability.
Silently and with your breaths ragged and ruffled, Suguru blindly pulls your hand to his hips and you put up no resistance, then lower.
"This is what you do to me," he murmurs hoarsely. Your fingers feel his length through his pants, much fatter than you remember. Unexpected memories shame you, that should never have happened, you tried to run away from home in search of a fresh start but the images always came back to you tormenting you with the raw whip of morality. "Do you need me as much as I need you? Is that pussy wet for me?"
"Suguru…" you call out to him with weak knees, imploring him not to take you to a place you can't escape from.
"That's right. Say my name, your big brother is right here, let him take a look."
You whimper, more for lack of words or response than because you have any other choice, Suguru uses your weakness against you and that makes you feel frail, under his big fingers he destroys the mask that for so long it has taken you to form. His fingers are cradling your pussy above the fabric of your dress, tracing the labia up and down as he parts them at the same time with light pressure in search of your hidden clit, as soon as he finds it suguru starts a swirl taking his time to listen to your body and which way he caresses you is the one that makes you feel the most pleasure.
He helps you remove the uncomfortable belt around his hips so you can find his hard cock, unlike him, you search through the boxers to touch him directly and you both gasp at the contact.
"We cannot…" you try to elaborate, however Suguru shuts you up with a sloppy kiss, makes you swallow the words as he pushes his tongue inside you, touching your upper lip in a mess of saliva and tangling with your tongue as he pauses to suck on it a little.
"Open." As soon as he commands you, still touching you, your lips stained from the smeared lipstick open for him letting his saliva drip onto your tongue. You swallow and he smiles, it's exactly like before. "I'm going to spit again, but this time keep it in your mouth, okay?" your eyes widen a little at the demand and you don't know if he notices, though you do it anyway without protest. Your tongue rolls out and you give him a glimpse of your mouth, suguru purses his lips again and drops a big gob but this time you do as he says and instead of swallowing, you keep it there. "Good girl," he praises you right away. "You look so pretty with your mouth full so you won't tell me things I don't want to hear."
At that moment, he climbs up the skin of your thigh and tosses the already soaked panties aside to play directly with your needy clit. Each touch is heartbreaking, it's like it's the first time anyone has touched you in years, his caresses are tiny bursts of pleasure that climb up your belly and squeeze you from the inside— with one hand on your neck and one on your crotch suguru keeps jerking you off while he talks in your ear and tells you how much he's missed you, how much he needed to see you again, by this point your body was about to explode, your legs tremble and your nipples harden with each dirty word that makes his throat vibrate.
Suguru raises his hand to the level of your face and shows you his open palm as if waiting for something.
"Spit." Seeing the confusion on your face you make him smile, which has an effect on you that you hate. Without further hesitation you spit, and he takes his now wet and sticky hand to his cock to lubricate it and with the same soaked hand he gives two round strokes to your pussy, giving you to understand that he is preparing you for what is coming next.
He abruptly turns you over so that your back is to him while he grabs your hips and lifts your ass, you stand on tiptoe while hiding your face in your hands. Common sense begs you because you still have time, logic tells you that someone could be watching you from afar and that your relationship would be more than an embarrassment to the family, yet it's hard to think about the moment when the thick head brushes your swollen lips in a gentle back and forth.
"Is this okay?" he asks. "Can I fuck you without a condom?"
You can't think. You want to say you're not sure, but a hasty, "Yes," rolls out of you before you can stop it.
You can sense his hesitation in the way his grip weakens around your hips and by how he continues to outline your pussy lips up and down without deciding to thrust even though you are blindly seeking him with your hips.
You call his name, looking back to stare at his body bathed in the dim light; the dark strands obscure his gaze as Suguru just focuses on the image of you open waiting to be taken for him. Even in the absence of light you admire his jaw clench.
"I don't want our first time to be like this," suguru breathes, still not raising his head to look at you. Your brow furrows slightly in both frustration and confusion, after all he's been the one to blame for you getting to this point— your lips parted to complain at the same time his voice fills the place again. "Squeeze your thighs together." He commands back authoritatively without waiting for a no.
You do as he asks. With your eyes straight ahead, you focus on the column in front of you to which you cling for support and amidst the murmur of applause Suguru slides his hard cock in between your thighs after he has spit again.
The sound of his moans are drowned out by the din at close range, his hips thrusting and rubbing desperately against you in search of release. Your whole body feels hot in different places and for different reasons, shame and pleasure are those that stand out the most burning your cheeks and an oppressive sensation cracking your ribs.
The amount of saliva makes the movement fluid, just like a dance in which you help him by pushing your hips back to meet him in that back and forth in perfect unison. This leads him to cum soon, he lifts your dress to spill the ropes of cum on your ass ruining the harmony of your skin, then, still with fingers dirty from his own orgasm suguru pulls you to cling to his chest and from behind drags a hand down your belly to take hold of your pussy once more.
He forces you to look into the room as two of his fingers deep into you and makes you moan, taking care to steal a hard orgasm from you as his kisses make themselves present in your throat and his cum slides very slowly along your ass. His chest heaves with pride knowing that you will spend the rest of the party with his mark on you, as everyone laughs and celebrates a special occasion; his cum would be spilling down the length of your thighs.
He rejoices knowing you had come back to him.
"Meet me in my room at midnight," he whispers in your ear after depositing a tender kiss on your lobe.
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