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FATHER’S PERFECT LITTLE GIRL - III | VI

Toji Fushiguro X fem!reader ; Gojo Satoru X fem!reader ; Getou Suguru X fem!reader ; Kento Nanami X fem!reader

❝I am Father Fushiguro,❞ he spoke again with his deep and measured voice, the grin never leaving his lips. ❝I take it you are our newcomers ?❞

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ You had desperately tried to stay away from the church of the town you’d just moved in - afraid of one of the priest, Father Fushiguro, however, it seemed that he’d always find you.

What you did not expect, however, was for three other men to find themselves interested in you, as well.

WARNINGS: sub!reader, they all have ginormous cocks, dub con, manipulation, age gap, praise kink, degrading kink, corruption kink, father kink, daddy kink, blasphemy, innocence, virginity kink, coercion, religion sex, vampires, church sex, priests, yandere themes, dark themes, threesome, foursome, smut, blood drinking, pseudo-incest, size kink, dacryphilia, pet names, dumbification, BDSM undertones, choking, grinding, dry-humping, graphic description of violence

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CHAPTER — VI

part three

Trigger Warning

Nanami fucks you till you pass out, brat taming, monster gigantic cock

'LIFE IS unpredictable' - a popular saying that couldn't be more true in your case. Not once did you ever entertain the thought of what you assumed to be imaginative creatures such as vampires to take you in and protect you as their own. You used to think you'd live a rather simple life: either become a writer or a pastor—or even both if you ever developed a spine. Then you'd get married—to a man, and if your husband wouldn't gently coarse you into becoming a housewife you'd gladly go on with your work, while taking care of the housework and of the child—ren, maybe.

However, everything feels meaningless now that you've lived enough traumatizing events to be scarred for life—going back to a mundane life, while pretending your world hasn't been shifted from its axis feels impossible. You can't unsee what you've seen, or undo everything you've done.

"What do you want to eat ?" Nanami asks you with a soft smile, taking you out of your reverie. He shows you the menu.

You're both comfortable in his personal suite, sat at the dinner table. Nanami's next to you, a proper distance between the two of you.

You don't really care what you're eating, as long as you take something. Honestly, you can't recognize most of the names on the menu.

When he notices the frown creasing your forehead, he chuckles. "You want me to choose for you ?" He guesses and you shyly nod, scooting your chair a little bit closer to him. "Alright Angel."

His hand sits on your shoulder, rubbing comforting circles as he dials room service and gives them your order.

His big, veiny hand manages to take up the entirety of your shoulder blade and more, and this does a little something to you. You'd have to be extremely naive not to guess what might transpire between the two of you soon. Isn't it only natural ? First Toji, then Satoru & Suguru, leaving only Nanami for the end.

His dark grey bow tie is loosened, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. He passes a hand through his hair, and your attention is caught by his bulging forearms. He looks so strong. You've already experienced what it's like being with strong men. The way they manhandle you, shape you and move you however they want... will it be different with Nanami ? Somehow you can't help but want to figure it out. Has your short trip to the Sun Corridor turned you into some kind of nympho ? Or were you simply always like this—but never truly took notice ?

"Littlest," he catches your attention. And like you've been caught red-handed doing something you shouldn't, you flinch. "Did you bring your pajamas ?" His voice is calm, and still and as always, manages to comfort you in an inexplicable manner.

"I did." You respond, biting your lip and peeking up at him, hesitant. His eyes are soft and understanding, so why can't you meet them ?

"Your toothbrush ?"

You make a mental list of the all your stuff - and it dawns on you that your toothbrush is missing. You gasp when you realize you've forgotten it.

He makes a noise of disappointment, but the glint in his eyes tells you it's light-hearted, "Little one." The hand on your shoulder moves higher, to the base of your neck. "I knew you'd forget something, Angel. If I hadn't left early I would've helped you pack."

You can already visualise it; you sprawled on the four-poster bed and Nanami sitting next to you, listing off everything you'd need and then helping you pack them like the dotting man he is.

You don't have the time to linger on that fantasy though - as a soft knock on the door brings you back to reality.

Nanami, in smooth, absent tone, with his eyes on you, probably trying to figure out what got you so distracted, says "Enter."

A man comes in, and places your dish on the table, then promptly leaves.

What Nanami got for you turned out to be some pasta with truffle. You immediately dig in, and although the food is absolutely delicious, it's nothing like what you had for your first 'family' dinner with all the Fushiguros.

What the heck was in it ?

Once again, you're taken away from your thoughts as Nanami brushes your cheek, "How is it ?" Comes his deep but mellow voice as he strokes your thigh, and slides your chair even closer to him with ease.

"It's good."

He smiles, no pointy canines in sight - and for a second he looks human. His gaze on you is nothing short of warm - and though it makes your heart flutter, you can't help but wonder if you're not here for another, more promiscuous reason.

Disappointed begins to settle in your stomach like stones when dessert comes—lemon sorbet on a cone—and Nanami makes no move to show that he desires you in that way.

He sometimes gives your leg a squeeze or two, but his eyes never stray on you for too long... and you've got to admit it leaves you feeling a bit perplexed.

You guess that it's easier with the others - since they're all over you as soon as they see you, be it pulling you onto their lap, or lacing a hand around your waist. However, Nanami's a bit different.

You bite your lip, seeds a of insecurity growing in your mind, "Are you bored ?" You ask him eventually, tone soft.

He lifts his eyebrows, surprise changing his features, "No. Of course not. Why ?"

"I just—" you deflate, and try again, this time much quieter, "You look as if you're bored."

Understanding crosses his features, then his mouth mold into a smirk—something you rarely see his do. "I see what's going on." He licks his lips, and leans closer to you, "Angel wants attention ? Isn't that right ?"

Your eyes widen. Do you ? Is that what this is about ? You do admit that his lack of interest towards you make you feel as if—oh god, this is exactly what this is about. You want his undivided attention. On you.

Your face warms, and you look down, unfortunately still unable to hold his gaze.

"I'm not bored." Nanami tells you, tone reassuring. He gently holds your chin to make you to look at him, and your heart skips a beat. "Maybe just a bit tired, and I didn't want to bother you while you were still eating."

You completely turn around in your seat to face him, and say, "No, no. It's okay. We haven't really had the chance to talk recently, so..."

"I know. It's been hectic."

"Can I ask you a question ?"

"Sure."

"Why did you join the Fushiguro clan ?" You ask carefully. You don't want to overstep his boundaries but you feel as if you're now close enough to ask. You know nearly everyone's backstory, except for his.

He sighs, and leans back in his seat, thinking, "There was no particular reason. I met Father through connections, and we got along, I guess." He frowns, "His clan was—still is, the most accepting one."

"Father turned you ?"

"Yes. I had known he was vampire for some time. I asked him to turn me because I wanted to be stronger - invincible."

You never got that feeling from Nanami, was he always that power-hungry ? He isn't though, you just know it.

You feel like shouldn't push him further, so instead you put on a soft smile and ask, "Do you want some of my sorbet ?" Hoping to distract him from whatever thoughts has him looking so somber.

Nanami grunts, and gives you a sardonic smile, "No, thank you."

You're starting to think that you're the only one feeling the tension in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife. His facial expression give you no clue as to what he's thinking about. It's completely neutral, that is, until his lips morphs into a smile that's too gentle compared to the racy nature of your current thoughts.

You pursue your lips and say nothing, simply resuming eating your sweet treat. With the way you're licking at it, with fluttered eyelashes, all while maintaining eye contact with Nanami, he thinks you're a minx. Though he also thinks you don't do it on purpose—you can't.

"Do you really not want some ?" You nearly coughed and choked on your dessert under his gaze, it feels different now, heavier.

With lidded eyes, Nanami grins, "Aww... you sweet, sweet, girl." He spreads his hand on the entirety of your thigh. "That's cute. Not hungry for ice cream right now though."

The double-entendre does not register in your mind, instead you pout.

"You wanted my attention didn't you Angel ?" His voice is soulful, and the way he says the words tell you that it's not a question, he knows the answer already. "Well now you've got it—" he leans in close to give your cheek a chaste kiss, "My undivided attention, all for you little girl."

You squirm in your seat.

His face leans closer, a few strands of hair tickling your nose as he does so. His smell of lemon is probably your favorite thing about him, so clean so proper, all in direct contrast to your thoughts. You weren't like that before - you weren't this depraved.

It's undeniable, your stay with the Fushiguro clan thoroughly changed you, you're starting to think that maybe it's okay if you're not perfect, with the way they're always reassuring you. Their laid-back attitude is what felt the oddest to get used to at first.

"Angel, what is it ?", soft amber eyes look deeply into your own.

You swallow your saliva, "W-what ?"

"You look like you've got something to say, say it." His gaze gets more intense as you and you squirm in your seat, yet again.

The ache between your legs only spreads the more he looks at you like that, and you don't think you can endure it. With the others it's easy, they manhandle and treat you however they like, while still prioritizing your pleasure but with Nanami it feels different.

The others most of the time save you from the embarrassment of asking for what you want, giving you the possibility to deny ever wanting anything they did but with Nanami it's so painfully different. You're practically buzzing next to him and he barely bats an eye, his eyes don't linger on you for too long. It forces you to admit to yourself that you do want his attention so badly.

"You've been squirming an awful lot." Nanami notes, "If you need to relieve yourself..." he teases—and Nanami never teases, he's sweet and caring and gentlemanly—who's this man ?

Your face positively heats up, "I-I don't need to pee."

Once again, a single brow is lifted, this time along with the side of his mouth, impercible but you notice it. "Oh ?"

Goddamn it you want to kiss him so badly.

Maybe the Sin Corridor did thoroughly affect you.

He notices you staring at his lips and you bite your own. He leans in closer, and tilts his head slightly, teasing you. He lets out a breathy chuckle at your awed expression, before leaning back, though his hand stays on your thigh.

You lips jut out unconsciously.

"Pretty baby," Nanami coos, caressing your cheek, "Don't pout."

You cross your arms, frustrated, "So you were doing it on purpose ?"

"Doing what on purpose ?"

"Teasing me !" You exclaim, rather childishly, "I've been—I've wanted your attention for so long but you keep ignoring me."

Amusement colors his features, "Such a little brat." He purrs, an eyebrow arched, "Spoiled rotten already it seems ?"

You don't bother to answer.

"Little girl," he straightens his posture, "If you want something, you should ask for it."

Feeling only a tiny bit bratty, you retort, "I could say the same thing."

He bites back a snort, "Yeah ? What is it do you think I want ?"

He's got that small, imperceptible and teasing smile again. That smile that frustrates you so much, that smile that tells you he doesn't take you seriously, like you couldn't possibly handle him.

You've handled his father, and his brothers, of course you can handle him.

Nanami can now see you smirking slightly, as if you're proud of yourself as you prepare yourself to speak.

"You want to feed from me." You say, voice sounding more confident than you're feeling, admittedly. You've only felt his eyes on your neck a couple of times. "But you have yet to ask me."

"You're cute." He replies dismissively, his eyes are a vibrant orange now, and his discreet smile doesn't reach his eyes anymore. "And you want me to kiss you, to ravish you, isn't that right ?"

His words send shivers skittering down your frame and heat your body up, "I—..." you deflate.

He nods, slowly, "You ?" when you stay silent, he adds, "You don't know what you're asking for."

"I do," you mutter, petulant, like a child who has been denied her favorite treat. "I can handle it."

"Mmmh..." he's not convinced, or maybe he's purposely toying with you.

You cross your arms.

Nanami takes it as you agreeing with him, "See ? You can't even ask for it properly."

You're about to deny his claims, but stop yourself, and instead, in a pure moment of impulsivity grab Nanami by the collar and press your lips together. It's not some sweet, chaste kiss like the other ones you've had with him before. It's an exchange that's rough, uncontrolled and definitely clumsy from your part only, considering that's he's not even kissing you back. He stays sat straight, letting you do whatever you want offhandedly, like he's merely entertaining a child.

Your hands are in his hair, and force him closer, deepening the kiss. You think you feel him smile against your mouth—before he finally kisses you back, molding his lips with yours. He has one hand on your hip and the other angling your neck properly to deepen the exchange. It's messy, there's tongue, there's drool, there's clashing teeth but he doesn't stop as if to teach you that this is what a real kiss is like.

His teeth graze your lip before putting an end to this exchange. He places you on his lap, just to knot your legs around his waist before he stands up and leads you to the bedroom.

You take him in - hair messy, eyes bottomless, lips red. He's got this air of nonchalance around him. He looks wholly unaffected, and yet, you still lean up to make your mouths meet again before he stops you, with a little laugh and a hand on your neck. You look at him, confused, fighting off a pout.

"I recall telling you to ask properly if you want something." He taps lightly at the side of your head—like he's asking you to actually remember.

You stabilize your ragged breathing - hiding your frustration. "No."

"No ?" He parrots, eyes narrowing briefly, like he's actively plotting your demise, "You don't want to ask ?"

You could ask—in fact, every cells of your body is asking, begging you to cave in, but you stubbornly decide you won't. You cross your arms. You didn't even know you had this in you.

He opens the door to the bedroom, and lets you fall on the bed, then looms over you, his legs on either sides of your body. The room is spacious, the bed big enough for four, and there's a mirror on the ceiling.

When it becomes apparent that he's not going to do anything other than stare down at you ominously, you lean back up and observe him closer.

You still feel so sore from what happened in the car with Satoru and Suguru (even though they at least had the decency to give you some medecine afterwards to soothe the pain). You're not sure how ready your body is for what's to come, but you also find that you don't care much right now. Your mind is completely shrouded with need because there's Nanami's on top of you, eyes heavy and lidded, breathing ragged, his bottom lip caught between his teeth slightly. His shirt is about halfway undone—enough so that you can discern some black ink—

What.

Black ink ? Nanami has got a tattoo ?

Well it turns out it's tattoos, in plural, and in your awe you proceed to undo the last few buttons of his shirt, and then help him out of it. He lets you, of course, because it's you and also because he finds it adorable the way surprise rounds your eyes and pouts your lips. You're a vision.

You wouldn't have pegged him for someone to want tattoos... how wrong were you about him ? Adrenaline soars under your skin.

The tension draws out as you focus on the drawings on his torso. Three black dragon. You can feel a dull throbbing in your underwear. It makes you crave him,

As you squirm on the bed, the skirt of your dress bunches up at your waist, exposing your pink, soaked panties with the crease of your cunt visible.

His breath hitches, his jaw clenches and his eyes darken as his imagination runs wild. His cock twitches at the thought of stretching you open, of the sounds you'd make as he thrusts deeply into you. He bites on his inner cheek.

All in due time.

You have a clear view of Nanami like this, tall and demanding and — hard, you happily notice. The air feels heavier, charged up, electric as you obviously eye at the bulge in his pants. Your cheeks warm bashfully, not quite expecting that.

He tuts and holds your cheeks, forcing you to crane your neck to meet his eyes. "You're not getting it until you beg, little girl."

Your eyes are alight with lust. With all your fidgeting, his knee is now deliciously pressing against your pussy. Driven by pure desire and the mild ache between your legs, you grind your hips against him. However this provides little relief to the fire burning in your loins.

You whine, still not stopping the slow moves of your hips.

"Need a little help?" He asks, an amused smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. He leans down, and speaks in your ear. "You know what you have to do, Angel."

You let out a frustrated sigh. You burrow yourself further into the man's chest, basking in his scent of citrus.You're nearly drooling. He can clearly hear your heart skipping beats against your ribcage.

"Wanna start begging me the way I know you're craving to so we can get a move on ?" The neutrality on his face is gone, he's full on sneering now—like he can read your body perfectly, like he knows you're close to caving in.

"This isn't fair !" You whine, "You're hard too !"

Nanami tongues his cheek, "I am," he says, face close, "However, as opposed to you, I can control myself."

"I-I can too !" You do your best to real in your desire.

His smile is sharp, and doesn't reach his eyes, akin to a predator baring its sharp teeth. The thought gives you a lick of thrill and lights something within you, something primal, something hungry and desperate. "Aren't you the one grinding on my thigh right now ?" To punctuate his point, he presses his knee against your sopping cunt and your body betrays you, a quiet moan slipping past your lips. "You've been making eyes at him for the entirety of dinner, and now you're playing coy ?"

His slacks are wet where they meet with your pussy. "It must ache so bad, love." His voice is sinful as he pretends to be concerned.

His goading words, pared with the delicious way in which his leg presses against your clit, breaks the dam and you blabber incoherent pleads—too frustrated, too horny for you to really filter yourself.

"Please Nanami—I-I want you."

You concede that this is the last time you ask him anything.

He tilts his head to the side, he doesn't look convinced and your pride is bleeding.

"Please! I'm sorry. I'll be good, okay ? Please." The dull throb in your underwear is enough for you to loose all reason.

"You sweet little brat." Voice as soft and gentle as it is condescending and demeaning, you've upset him. "You will be." He promises, ominously.

He ravages your lips. He kisses you until you feel breathless. You're disoriented, your dress is off, at one point, yet you hardly notice. You can only focus on Nanami, on you, pressing his knee onto you, with his tongue into you. You feel like your soul is laid bare in front of him, so vulnerable.

He groans as his teeth pull and tug on your lip in a moment of frustration, the only clue that all of this has been affecting him as well, greatly.

He slides your sticky panties off of you and his hand immediately goes to your clit, massaging it softly.

Nanami is so gentle in his way of handling you, like you're a doll made of porcelain that can break at the slightest move. He's watching you so tenderly, carefully. You unknowingly pout. You want him to stop babying you though - and voice out exactly that, in a slight more impolite manner, just to get a rise out of him.

You didn't really think of Nanami as intimidating until now. "You shouldn't piss me off too much Angel," he says, as a forewarning but you find you don't care, once again. This sends shivers skittering down your frame.

His fingers apply pressure on your aching clit, drawing tight circles as he slides two other fingers into your cunt and you start to feel lightheaded from his ministrations.

Nanami lifts an eyebrow when he sees come seeping out of your pussy as he thrusts his fingers in. "I see my little Angel has already been bred full of cum today." His cock stirs in his pants.

You preen, embarrassment heating up your face. As if this wasn't already enough, you feel some more cum trickle from your asshole.

"You little vixen." he says with an amusement to it, and a certain bite, he might as well have called you a slut. "I guess I don't need to stretch you out, after all, yeah ? My brothers already did the work for me."

You stare dumbly at him for a moment, all comeback dying on your tongue. During which time he freed his aching dick from its confines. His cock is thick, perfectly curved, and the tip pink and drooly. He grabs your thighs, effectively spreading them while locking you in his embrace.

He's got the strength of a centaur—you can't move at all, and it sucks the breath out of you. The slow grind of his thick cock against your sweet cunt, his tip jamming against your clit.You're completely at his mercy, and you think that maybe, with the way his eyes glint grimly, he likes it.

But that's Nanami. Nice, gentle Nanami that carried you back to bed and kissed your forehead. Who's this man ?

"You want it baby ?" He coos, as the tip of his hard cock is pushing through your fluttering hole. His cockhead rutting against your slippery folds.

In the brief moment it took him to free his dick, you regained a semblance of contenance. You refuse to answer him now—or even remotely show how affected you are, to the best of your abilities.

He only chuckles darkly when he notices your unwillingness to answer, and then his swollen cock is stuffed deep inside your permissive cunt, with your walls pulsing on him.

It's so thick and stiff that when he plunges into you again, you nearly feel your entire lower abdomen being moved and rearranged to adjust itself around his dick. The only way to describe what you're feeling is: full. You're filled to the brim, and more. He's so huge, everything about him is, his veiny cock, his hands that eat up most part of your thighs as he forces you close to him to feel his thrusts.

You choke out on a sob, entirely taken aback. Nanami fucks like a monster, unrestrained and raw—what made you think you could take it ?

But your ego, your pride overtakes and you refuse to admit defeat, not when you said you could take it, and more.

He looks so different from the Nanami you know now, with his tattoos, all of them clearly visible, while fucking you like a beast.

"Does it hurt ?" He asks, his voice calm, deep and controlled in your hear as he pistons into you. You think you can actually discern concern on his features.

He observes you attentively, taking in the sight of your face knit into an expression of pleasure and pain, your skin shining with sweat, your lip caught between your teeth in a pathetic attempt to stop the soft mewls from tumbling from your lips.

Nanami applies slight pressure on the imprint his cock shapes in your belly, mesmerized, then places a kiss on your shoulder and you shiver.

You'd rather choke than admit that it does... not after you showed so much confidence you could take it. "Nope, doesn't hurt." You reply through gritted teeth.

You think he knows. You think he knows that you're full of shit. That you're fronting.

"I see, then..."

Then what ?

What happens then is that he proceeds to grab a handful of your ass for leverage and plow into you, right where it hurts, a bit harder, a bit stronger than before. You only now notice that he had been keeping the movement of his hips minimal when he starts thrusting into you seriously.

You don't feel this uncomfortable, uncontrollable need to get bitten for your unraveling to come, you're not sure what's to blame for this change, but you accept it with open legs as Nanami ravishes you from inside out. Then you're falling, figuratively, as you clench around him.

"Well that was fast Angel." He says sounding way too smug way too arrogant.

The heat in your body spikes at the realisation and your cheeks flush but you refuse to give him any more satisfaction and instead concentrate on keeping your facial expression neutral. You can do this. You bite your lip so no sound make it past.

Your ego refuses to give up.

You can't ground yourself—and you tried, you gripped the sheets, used the headboard but none of that seemed to work as Nanami continues to work his cock in and out of you, effectively making any stable anchoring impossible.

You can't do anything, except sit there and take it, and that's probably what's the most frustrating, but it's also what makes your chest feel so heavy and your cunt so hot. He could anything he wants to to you. You're absolutely at his mercy.

As you keep sucking him in, Nanami ruts into your tight little cunt harder, deeper, bullying your inside some more as you buck your hips up into him. You're burning up, its so good you think might go crazy.

It feels as if every nerve in your body is vibrating with pleasure. You're so alive. He folds your legs up, holding you as close as can be.

"Too much, little dove ?" He wonders, his fingers teasing your nipples, "Should I stop ?"

The words tumble out of your lips before you can really think this through- "No."

At which point he spins you around, hips slowing briefly as he fits your back to his chest. He holds your waist with one hand, and your wrist with the other as he continues to plow into you. Your back arches, your thighs trembles, you feel so weak you can't even keep yourself up, your cheek is pressed against the mattress, drooling.

He pounds you like a machine, all the while hitting you right where it makes you squirm. And it's fine, at first, because he's slowed down compared to before, and with the experience you have now, you can take this.

However you can't act as if you don't feel a thing, he's so big, so hard inside of you it's impossible to pretend otherwise. A tighter knot builds within your lower abdomen until it explodes and your cunt flutters around his cock. Waves of pleasure are washing over you, blooming in your pussy as you quake. You fail to stop the few moans and whimpers that spill from your lips.

Only then, after making you come twice do you realize that he's not coming—and that's when it dawns on you that this is your punishment.

He wants to show you that you can't possibly take him. And, maybe because you've still not learned your lesson, or because you kind of like danger you accept the challenge.

However, you soon realize that this isn't a game you can win—without playing dirty, of course, something you're not above doing at this point in time. You clench around him, in the hopes of causing his unraveling to come faster. However this does not have the desired effect, he plunges himself into your pussy with renewed vigor, jostling you in the bed.

"You were made for me," Nanami growls, "You're taking me so well."

You decide on another tactic, one that might just trigger your own demise as well - however, if there's something you've learned these past few weeks is that vampire love good blood, almost indecently so and you know yours is exquisite.

You bite down on your lip, enough for a few drops of blood to drip and you see the change in Nanami as he realizes it. His eyes are blood red on you like he's ready to eat you up, like he could see past all your pretense and give you what you truly want.

"You little slut."

It's been a long time since Nanami has ever felt so... feral. He's half afraid he's might lose control and accidentally kill you but he won't let it happen.

Father and his brothers won't let it happen either.

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding as he kisses you and licks at the blood on your lip. He indulges himself in you and then he cums, a copious amount of come deep into your fertile womb, you can feel it.

Before you know it, before you can even stop it you're coming, with a long, high moan as his cock reaches and stimulates every single sensitive nerve of your cunt. Every single tactic backfired, and now you're about to get what you asked for.

"I thought you were my little Angel." His hand goes to your neck, "I thought you were a good girl." He spits, eyes so impossibly dark, "You want to do it this way ? Fine, love. Now cry for me."

Nanami struggles to leave the warmth and snug feeling of your cunt, and then you realize that he's still hard, that he hasn't softened at all. And so the merciless drive of his hips continues.

He inhales deeply, his face buried in your collarbones, this causes goosebumps to break out over your skin.

When you close your eyes you can feel him even better, teeth grazing over your skin, teasing, his fangs sharp and ready to sink. It sends shivers down your spine.

"You wanted me didn't you ?" He laughs dangerously, "Then you'll have me, sweetheart."

He pulls you up into his lap. The new angle in which he's fucking you permits him to sink even deeper into you. The head of his cock kisses your womb everytime he pounds into you. Your head rests back into his shoulder, as he splits you in two.

He tries to calm you when you whine and cry as he fucks into you at a brutal pace and you can hardly keep up. He's clearly doing all the work, his fingers digging into your hips in vice-like grip as he keeps you at an angle high enough for him to keep drilling into you.

"Na-nami—" you let out a sniffle because it feels—too much, and he bends down to press open mouthed kisses on your shoulders.

His large hands pull you by your ass up and down on his swollen, aching cock at breakneck speed.

"Is that too much for you baby ?" He says, but doesn't stop, really. "You want me to stop ?"

And you whimper in mild indignation and discontentment because you can take it. You're a good girl and also because you can feel another orgasm creeping up as stars burst behind your eyelids.

"N-no—" you can hardly get the words out.

He laughs and grabs your arm to use it as leverage to reach even deeper and you're amazed at how well your body can keep up. He is too, the suck of your cunt is euphoric, all pulsing and hot around his thick cock

Nanami kisses your shoulder and grazes his sharp gently teeth across the skin and the action feels too soft, too loving and too tender compared to how hard he's fucking you.

He matches the rhythm of the movements of his hips with massages on your clit. Pain and pleasure are mixing into your lower abdomen. Your hips push back into his as you come, like a nympho, loud and unrestrained as he still doesn't stop, and its starting to become too much, its starting to hurt too much. He's right against your ripe cervix. It nearly feels like he could go beyond - like he wants to rip you apart and you panic as you blabber incoherent begs to slow him down.

"Okay! Okay! It hurts—it hurts so much, please, I'm sorry." You sniffle, tearing up. You're actually crying. You're overwhelmed, a mess of tears and drool. The drive of his hips is meticulous, sharp and relentless.

You think he swells harder inside of you.

"See, Angel, was it so hard ?" He tuts and looks at you like a disappointed parent would, as if he hasn't been fucking the life out of you for the past twenty minutes. "How did you think you were going to take me if you're already like this ?"

You bite back a snarky reply.

"Angels, you've been a spoiled little brat. I should punish you now." He says as an afterthought.

That wasn't punishment ? You tense up in his hold, "I'm—sure there's no need to go that far." You plead, desperation clear in your voice. "I'll be good."

Nanami presses a gentle kiss to your neck, "Isn't this what you said to father ? That you'll be good. But all you've done is lie and talk back to me." He caresses your cheek and frowns. "I should teach you not to take more than you can handle, Angel." He admonishes.

And he does. Orgasm and orgasm. You can't take it. Nanami merely lets out a chuckle.

"So you're all talk, uh ?" A self-satisfied smile on his lips.

You're past all pretense now and your ego coils as you tell him that, yeah, you're all talk.

He fucks every last thoughts out of your mind. Your walls are clamping tight around his cock, so hard that Nanami can't help but letting out a low, throaty groan, dwelling deeper.

"That's my girl, all this time, you just wanted to be my good little girl, hmm, love ?"

You preen.

"I knew you'd come around."

Nanami's thumb brushes your lip, swiping one last drop of blood. "That's right Angel - I'm never going to let you down."

"It-it hurts."

His wine eyes seem to glow in the dark "I know," is all he says, mouth quirked up.

There's a familiar tremor coiling tight inside of you as his cock drives you apart. You're beyond overstimulated. You come silently—shaking and clenching around him for the nth time, your knees shake, your toes curl, your body twitches.

"Hmmm... certainly doesn't look like it hurts," he pipes, "I thought you could handle me." His starved rakes over your naked body.

Your mind stutters trying to think of a reply.

He sees you unravel before him, and simply smiles that self-satisfied smirk of his. His thrusts have lost their precision, his breathing is labored, but you're too far gone to notice that he's becoming a mess as well.

"Look up, baby, watch how much you like it when someone puts you in your place." He purrs in your ear and your body thrums with a mix of excitement and shame. You should be angry that he's demeaning you so but you can't bring yourself to, not when his cock keeps jabbing that spot inside you while he slowly rubs on your clit. The knot in your lower stomach gets so tight you feel your entire body tensing against his before hot pleasure washes over you in strong, earth-shattering waves.

You look up to the mirror on the ceiling and the girl looking back at you is so alien, shining eyes brimming with tears, pupils dilated with desire, your face twisting with pleasure

You're pretty sure you actually lost consciousness for a few seconds as he stole another release from you, your vision was suddenly blank and it was like you were floating in sweet bliss.

"Now, don't go fainting on me Angel. You were doing so good." He chastises. Your mind doesn't seem to register much of the pulls (and pushes) of his body. You feel your consciousness ebb away slowly, before you sink into darkness as you fall limp onto his hard chest.

"My pretty little Angel." He rasps and his laugh is breathless as he admires you, fainted on his chest with his cock still rock hard inside of you. He swipes his tongue on his lips, your lack of consciousness only adding to his arousal as he swells harder and bigger inside of you. He maneuvers your body until your face is gently resting on the mattress again, and your legs are parted on his shoulders, his hard-on still snugly fit inside of you. His hand slide around your waist in a vice grip that will definitely leave marks, and even then you don't wake up.

"My sweet, sweet girl," he places a kiss on your shoulders, you shiver, still unconscious.

And then he starts thrusting again, mercilessly, pulling your body up and down his cock with ease, impaling you as deep as your tight channel will allow him to go. He uses your body like an object—a cock sleeve for him to enjoy. Even unconscious, you're still responsive, the mess tricking down your thighs a proof of if.

He shouldn't feel so much satisfaction from having you at his mercy like this. He shouldn't be this fucking hard because it would make him a fucking psycho and he knows it, but it's so sweet, so delicious to have you like this.

He licks his lips.

He's thought about fucking you for an indecently long time. He could've taken you any time he wanted but it feels so much more gratifying like this because you chose him. Consent is something so undeniably hot, you want him inside your tight little cunt. You allowed him. You chose him. He can feel the other practically bristling with jealousy and poorly concealed anger a few hotel suites away, but he hardly cares, now all he can think about is you, under him, looking every bit the sinful vision he imagined you'd be.

He feels you get tighter around him, and a twisted smile make its way onto his lips as he moves his hand to your clit, rubbing it as he continues to fuck so deep into you. You suddenly wake up with a strangled cry, absolutely confused at the sinful pleasure rocking through your body as you cum around his cock, making a mess of his lap like he knew you would.

Your eyes are round and adorable as you blink up at him—through your high—and blood goes straight to his dick

He pouts at you, "Confused aren't you ?" He chuckles, "Waking up cumming on a dick like a good slut feels amazing doesn't it ?"

"Wh-what ?" You say, voice airy, light and a bit hoarse. He never stopped moving your body as he pleases and the feeling of over-sensitivity is making you squirm and whine as you try to pull him off.

"It's your big brother, sweetheart." And you're a mess, you already let go of the sheets and instead you rest your head on the bed, letting him drag you like a rag doll.

He suddenly sinks his teeth in your shoulder as he cums inside of you, right against your ripe cervix, painting your walls with so much of his cum. You feel so full, so fulfilled as he drinks from you that another orgasm is quite literally taken from you as you shake and cry as pleasure seems to be blossoming in about every part of your body he touches.

"That's it, little girl," he praises as you shudder, over sensitive and overwhelmed.

Your head is spinning, you're too far gone, too delirious to really process your orgasm. You see white behind your eyes. You're high off of all of this, the way he's looking at you, the tight hold he's got on your hips and the harsh movements of his hips.

Your head is empty, you can't think, your eyes are open but you don't see, it's like you can't process anything as he pistons you on his cock.

"You're a vixen, you know that ?" He fucks you inside out. He breaks you into pieces. Your body is limp. You can't do anything except lay on the bed, legs spread underneath him and take it.

He's turned on, watching you flutter in and out of consciousness, your body crumbling to take his cock. You can't fight it anymore. You're too delirious, you think you really can't take it anymore, but of course, Nanami's got some other plans.

"Yes you can," Nanami assures in response to your pleads.

The lewd noises of his cock stretching you open, the bed squeaking with the force of his thrusts, your weak and whiny moans—it's all white noise in your empty mind.

This orgasm feels a bit different, it builds up, slowly at first, imperceptible, but then it's too much, too fast. You're too weak to do anything about it, too dumb on his cock.

"Here you go," he encourages as pleasure overtakes you, "That's my perfect little girl right here." He fucks you through it, with sweet praises and soft caresses on your cheek, "Come on, little girl, clench around me. I know you can do it."

You search for an anchor across the sheets as your vision spots. The movement of his hips falters a little bit and grows messier, uncaring of your whine of oversensitivity as he chases his own high.

"I've got you, love." He whispers against your lips, "I'm not going anywhere."

His hips stutter before he impales you once onto his cock and stills, cumming, painting your walls in white, emptying himself inside of your small pussy and you feel even fuller than you were before.

He's so proud of his little girl.

You immediately loose consciousness, as soon as his limp cock leaves your open, gaping channel.

And what he does after is so Nanami, so him, though it feels foreign after the way in which he fucked you into a limp puddle of tears. He drew you a bath, of course helped you clean yourself. He took care of you, babied you, helped you into your pyjamas, kissed your forehead and wished you a good night of sleep.

"Sleep tight, little sister."

★・・・★

Gentleman is the streets, freak in the sheets. Ig this is what happens when you underestimate Nanami

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FATHER’S PERFECT LITTLE GIRL - II | VI (p.2)

Toji Fushiguro X fem!reader ; Gojo Satoru X fem!reader ; Getou Suguru X fem!reader ; Kento Nanami X fem!reader

❝I am Father Fushiguro,❞ he spoke again with his deep and measured voice, the grin never leaving his lips. ❝I take it you are our newcomers ?❞

What you did not expect, however, was for three other men to find themselves interested in you, as well.

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CHAPTER — VI

part 1.5

Hi guys ! Hope you're all doing fine ! I am. This is a bonus scene I forgot to add in the last chapter (because I'm a very very messy planner) so here it is.

THE QUIET Rooms have a fitting name, for only the sound of your soft breathing, and your slow heart beat can be heard. Snug in Toji's embrace, you let your mind wander, then after a few seconds, upon remembering the germanium ring on your finger, you decide to speak.

"Daddy..." you start, hesitant and worried about wether you're going to offend him or not, "Could you beat him ? Sukuna, I mean."

That man left a mark on you, your encounter with him shook you to your very core. Reassurance is what you need.

And it's what you get.

Toji simply chuckles, "Of course I can sweetheart." He brings one hand to your lower back, hugging you closer to him.

"I am the strongest!" You hear Satoru exclaim proudly. "So naturally, I could too." Satoru came in a little bit after Sukuna left though you pay him no heed.

Toji lifts an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you the one with 1295 losses against me ?"

Satoru doesn't look offended, "That's because you play dirty. All the time." He grumbles. "I also happen to have 1284 wins against you."

"Well, I'm still ahead. A loss is a loss."

Later on, Satoru led you to Nanami's suite, and on the way there, you passed by yours, which you're told is to share with the other kids.

Turns out the name of your suite is 'The Room for Really Really Evil but Amiable People'.

It isn't as dramatic as it is lame, and unnecessary long, and underwhelming, though the interior vastly compensates for it. Silk sheets, four poster bed. Expensive is written all over this room.

"I told you the name was dramatic, didn't I ?"

"No, it just sucks."

Satoru laughs, loudly. "Nobara and Yuuji said the same thing."

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