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pairing: shibusawa x fem reader

cw: stepdad x stepdaughter, age gap, cockwarming, exhibitionism, brief mention of breeding kink, creampie, shibu lightly drugs the mom. 18+ DARK CONTENT, MINORS DNI!!

notes: this is in the same universe as my other shibu fic, i just really wanted to actually write about the cockwarming i briefly mentioned in it. all credit for the original concept of step-dad/prof shibu goes to kal @hnnnnnnnmscorner !!! reminder that this is all fiction, and has no reflection of reality.

wc: 3.4k

“Daddy, please,” you whined, tugging on the sleeve of your lover standing in front of you.

“Shh, princess, it’s okay,” Shibusawa cooed, petting your hair. “We must go, make Mom happy.”

“But I don’t want to. Want you to fuck me like you promised,” you repeated, pouting, for the umpteenth time.

Shibusawa pressed a finger to his lips to signal you to lower your voice, though his face stayed soft. The two of you were on the second floor standing just outside of your room, while your mother was in the kitchen downstairs. But you could never be too careful.

He leaned in close to press a soft kiss to your forehead, hand returning to your hair.

“You must know I want to do that more than anything, darling. There is nothing else I’d rather be doing than making you feel good, alright?”

Your eyes stayed focused on the hardwood flooring, but you nodded your head, still pouting just a bit. Logically, you knew he was right, but that didn’t mean you wanted to do it any more.

An hour prior, your mother had come knocking on your door with a very exciting announcement. You thanked any and every god that you remembered to lock it, because you had been sitting right on Shibu’s lap on your bed, grinding on his lap while you kissed him deeply. It was something you loved doing, loved just making out for hours and having his mouth on yours. Though it was a bit juvenile for his taste, Shibusawa always indulged it; it kept him feeling young and kept life exciting.

After quickly making sure Shibusawa was convincingly covered by the mountains of blankets on your bed you ran to open the door, trying to compose yourself as much as possible. It wasn’t like you were any stranger to this kind of rush, though. You always had to be on your toes with your mom around.

“Hello, mom!” you exclaimed, painting on your most convincing smile to seem like you were genuinely happy to see her.

“Hi! How are your studies going? I know you’ve been cramped up here for a bit, I wanted to see if you were doing okay,” your mom chirped.

You gestured over to the mess of textbooks, pens, and your laptop on your desk that you had very expertly staged to seem as if you had been studying hard. And not getting Shibu hard.

She peeked into the room and smiled at the sight, oh-so proud of her straight-A college student. To her, you were always stuck in your room, at the library (in Shibu’s office), or going out with classmates (going out with Shibu) and were top of your class. She didn’t have to know that the only reason your grades appeared in the system so high is that Shibusawa had enough power and connections at the university to make sure they stayed that way.

It did also help that your mother was incredibly oblivious and trusted both you and her husband wholeheartedly. You often wondered why he ever married her in the first place. You never really asked.

“Amazing!” she said with a happy sigh. “Well, I came up here to ask if you would join me for a movie night tonight? Have some wine, popcorn, and watch this new movie I’ve been eyeing? I’ve been meaning to ask your father to join us, but I can’t seem to find him at the moment.”

You tried not to grimace at that comment, one unfortunate flaw in your well-oiled machine of a dynamic. Sometimes it didn’t quite make sense why Shibu was also gone. Luckily, your mother typically just assumed he slipped out of the house without telling her, for one thing or another.

You stayed silent for a bit before speaking, running through scenarios in your head. A movie night sounded miserable in comparison to what Shibu had promised to do to you tonight.

“Uh, yeah! Let me see if I can find Daddy anywhere, if not I’ll text him and let him know.” The way in which you used the term Daddy with your mother was very different. “I’ll try to be down soon; I just need to wrap a few things up with this assignment. My professor is being pretty hard on us.”

“Perfect,” she replied, the glassy look in her eyes a little more apparent than usual. “I’ll be in the kitchen making snacks.”

You smiled silently in response and waited for her to get to the bottom of the stairs before slamming your door shut, locking it again. Shibusawa appeared from underneath the blankets, looking at you with raised eyebrows as he smoothed out his hair.

“You heard all that, right?” you groaned. He nodded grimly.

You sulked over and flopped over onto the bed facedown.

“Ugh, I don’t wanna,” you whined, grabbing a fistful of blankets. “Wanna be with you.”

Your voice was muffled by your face pressed down into the sheets, but Shibusawa knew the fit you were about to throw.

He ran a hand up and down your back gently, trying to calm you down.

“I know, darling. I know that’s not what you wanted to do tonight.”

His smooth, melodic voice did work a bit to curb your annoyance. The reason you were so upset was not because watching a movie with your mother sounded that hellish, but the way Shibu had whispered into your ear for what felt like hours about his plans for you being ruined. His gentle yet seductive promises of making love to you until you can’t see straight, praising and cherishing you like the good little girl you are, stuffing you full of his cum and making a mess of you. Making you his.

Now that was ruined.

“Hello, darling,” Shibusawa cooed as you wandered into the living room innocently. “Would you like to sit with Daddy?”

You blushed and nodded, playing with the hem of your skirt while you moved to seat yourself next to him on the couch. He threw a blanket over the two of you, and your mother smiled as she sipped her wine and settled into the armchair.

“I will always be so grateful that the two of you have gotten along so well over the years,” she sighed happily. You and Shibu shared a look; close was one word for it. “This wine is delicious, Tatsuhiko.”

“I’m glad you like it, honey.” His lazy smiles always felt so genuine, even when they weren’t. “I know you don’t like reds like we do,” he said, gesturing to you.

Soon the movie was put on and you were snuggled close to Shibusawa’s side, the three of you sipping from your wine glasses and snacking on popcorn. It was one of those generic rom-coms your mother absolutely loved — something neither you nor Shibusawa related to. The monotonous dialogue and predictable plot line were boring you to death, which only fueled your annoyance with the situation. All you wanted was to be alone with Shibu, and he could sense this.

“You’re feeling cold, sweetie,” he hummed as he ran his fingers up and down your bare arms.

“Eh, a bit,” you said with a shrug.

“You should come sit closer to Daddy, I’ll keep you warm.�� You noticed the ever so slight devious tone in his voice. You nodded.

Shibusawa quickly but gently pulled you onto his lap so your back was to his chest, resituating the blanket on top of you. He shot a quick glance at his wife but she only stared at the TV, distracted. Not like she would think much of this situation anyway. The two of you had always been close. You leaned back into him, breathing deeply as he hooked his chin over your shoulder. His presence was so warm and enveloping, and made you feel so at home.

You hadn’t thought much of it either, until his fingers that were settled on your thigh began to wander upwards. Your breath hitched as he very slowly pulled your skirt up and began to play with this lacy fabric of your panties. Shibu had always loved playing with fire, and you could tell this was him entertaining himself in the midst of boredom. Knowing it was best to keep a straight face, you said nothing and kept still.

“Can you be quiet for Daddy, sweetheart?” he whispered into your ear. You gave him the smallest of nods.

With this confirmation, Shibusawa stuck his slim fingers into your panties and began to rub light, lazy circles around your clit. He found you to already be a little wet still from your earlier encounter, which pleased him greatly. You bit your lip as he did so and did your best to keep yourself composed. It was only going to progress from there.

The movie – that your mother was still completely engrossed in – faded to the background as Shibu dipped his fingers inside you, scissoring them slowly both to collect your slick and open you up. A slight panic coursed through your veins as you already wanted to moan, but knew that this was just the beginning.

You clenched tightly around his fingers as he slowly pumped them in and out of you, amplifying the sensation of him opening you up. He pressed a very light kiss to the nape of your neck, keeping an eye on his wife.

Already feeling his growing erection underneath you, you slowly circled your hips on his lap to egg him on. He couldn’t help but chase the friction, rubbing himself against your ass as he massaged your clit. The way he hardened at just the slight movement of your hips always boosted your ego. Shibusawa could fuck any woman he wanted, any person he wanted, and yet he chose you, over and over again.

“Need to be inside you,” he whispered directly into your ear, making you shiver. “Just for a bit.” You both knew a full fuck would be impossible at that moment, but he often liked for you to just sit on his cock. He enjoyed the warmth and tightness of you, while you loved the feeling of being filled. Once again, all you could do was just nod your head, verbal approval out of the question. Yet you still muttered the quietest please under your breath.

It was a very slow, grueling process as you both attempted to keep your movements small and unnoticeable. Using one hand, Shibu slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks to pull out his aching cock. Under the guise of just repositioning yourself for comfort, you bunched up your skirt around your hips and pulled the blanket up higher.

“Are you really that cold, hon? I can turn up the heat if you would like,” your mom said, looking in your direction. You expertly remained calm and collected, shaking your head.

“No, it's ok, Mom. Daddy is keeping me plenty warm.” You smiled innocently and snuggled closer to him, unintentionally grinding down on his dick. If the two of you hadn’t had so much practice with remaining silent, he would’ve had to let out a groan. Insead he smiled warmly at his wife, shrugging his shoulders.

“Perfect. Saves me money on electric,” she laughed as she reached for her wine set on the coffee table. So fucking clueless, you thought to yourself.

Once prepared, you pulled your panties to the side as he helped you to slowly lift yourself off his lap, and positioned himself at your entrance before guiding you down onto him. You tensed every muscle in your body, locking your jaw as you sunk down onto his cock. This is usually when you’d become a whining mess, overwhelmed by the burn of his girth and sensation of fullness, but that wasn’t an option. This meant you clenched hard around his cock and he wanted nothing more than to growl. But with his wife only a few feet away, the sounds stayed trapped in his throat.

Gravity didn’t allow for any adjustment period, and taking all of him inside you at once while remaining silent and unbothered felt impossible. All you could do was take deep breaths and squeeze Shibusawa’s hand as your hole burned, stretched to its absolute limit. Any more and you were positive it would tear.

“Doing so well for me, darling, taking every inch and remaining so quiet,” he whispered into your ear, making your mind short circuit. What Shibu wouldn’t admit is how hot it was to him that your pussy struggled so much to take all of him, how it almost resisted, and how you still begged him to fuck you at every turn. You were always so willing and eager to let him destroy you.

Now, all you had to do was remain inconspicuous – though it was much easier to tolerate the world’s blandest romcom when you could just space out, lost in the bliss of your lover’s cock buried deep inside you, or tight pussy wrapped around you. You could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you, and he could feel the pulse of your pussy lightly squeezing him to the beat of your heart.

The thought alone of getting fucked by your mother’s husband when she was sat in the armchair next to you was dizzying. It almost felt like claiming him as yours instead, asserting your dominance as the one he loved and fucked, even though she remained unaware. And the threat of getting caught, of her seeing her husband balls deep in her daughter, was sinfully hot. The threat of her finally finding out that Shibusawa would choose you a thousand times over.

You excited him, but you also knew you brought him comfort and joy, and you took infinite pride in that.

“If you stay still for me, warm my cock just as you are, I will make love to you just as I promised.” You squeezed his hand in response, digging your fingernails into the soft skin of his palm.

The film dragged on to its end, with the predictable falling out between the painfully one-dimensional male and female leads resolving in a predictable happy ending. The two of you managed to maintain small talk with your mother throughout, ensuring she remained without suspicion. At one point, Shibu requested a wine refill, and the way his hips shifted into you as he handed his wife the empty glass left you coughing to cover up the moan. Cockwarming was truly a comforting practice for both of you, though the way your wet pussy dripped, feeling the juices trickle out of you and onto him was driving him certifiably mad.

So when your mother loudly yawned and announced her retirement to bed, Shibu almost groaned in relief.

“I’ll be up there with you soon, hon. The two of us aren’t quite tired yet,” he said, flashing a smile with a hint of deviousness that only you could detect.

The second he heard the door to the bedroom close, he had you thrown down onto your back on the couch, reveling in the opportunity to touch you how he wanted.

“W-wait, wait,” you whispered, a hand pressed to his chest as he mouthed at your throat. “It’s too risky to do it down here.” Shibusawa only chuckled.

“It’s okay, beautiful. Daddy put a little something in Mom’s wine to keep her from interrupting us.” The way he could say anything with such ease and nonchalance, you could never understand.

“You what?”

He leaned back to look you in the eyes, petting your hair softly.

“Don’t fret. I just dissolved a couple of her sleeping pills into her glass, nothing harmful. We deserve this time,” he explained, offering you a small smile.

Your face slowly morphed into a grin too, grabbing Shibu by the face and messily pressing your lips to his. He laughed as he melted into the kiss, cradling the back of your head with his hand in such a tender way. Shibusawa loved uniquely, but he loved deeply.

“I’m not quite sure how long I will be able to last though, darling,” he briefly detached his lips from yours to admit. “How you took me so well for so long, being so obedient got me very worked up.”

You just laughed and pulled him in for another sloppy kiss, muttering an it’s okay.

“Would love to take you from the back,” he whispered, making you shiver.

You just nodded wordlessly before flipping over, getting on your knees to raise your ass in the air while you rested your head on a pillow. Shibusawa almost drooled at the sight. You reached back to shimmy your skirt up, so that your almost bare ass was completely on display.

“So fucking beautiful, darling,” his voice almost wavering as he ran his cold fingers over the soft skin. You just whined into the pillow. “Want to make you feel good.”

He couldn’t wait much longer though, yanking down your panties so they pooled at your knees, positioning his still leaking cock at your already well stretched and prepped entrance. It had already begun dripping precum from when he was buried in you earlier, only turning him on even more.

Shibu thrusted into you, this time slowly and not forcing you down on him all at once, though you were more than ready to take all of him. The relaxed muscles throbbed with the need to be stretched once again. You let out a small whine now that your mother was not around, but buried it into the crook of your elbow.

“It’s okay, love, make all the noise you want. Daddy made sure Mom wouldn’t wake up to a single sound.”

At the same time he muttered those orgasm-inducing words, he also thrusted all the way into you, bottom out just as he was before. You were grateful for his forethought as nothing could stop the moan that crawled from your throat as he returned to his rightful place inside you.

His fingers rested on your hips as he briefly remained still, transitioning to digging them into the fat as he began fucking into you. You reveled in the rare opportunity you had to be as loud as you wanted, letting out every gasp, whine, moan, and cry that itched at your vocal cords. Shibusawa’s mind was empty as he took in the entire presence of you – the sight of you completely vulnerable and on display for him like this, and the sound of you being torn apart by him. It was almost impossible to comprehend.

He fucked you hard and he fucked you deep, making sure every inch of his shaft all the way to his pelvis was buried inside of you before pulling out again, because he absolutely loved the cream that gathered and smeared on his cock from you. A ring of it had formed at the base of his length that thickened with every thrust. And he wasn’t only glad for his wife being impervious to sound so he could hear you whine, but because the filthy wet sounds of your cream and his precum could be heard from any room in the house.

He was correct in saying he wouldn’t be able to last as long as normal, feeling the tight coil in his stomach and ache in his balls not long after first slipping back inside you. You were fine with this, not quite sure how much more your poor, abused cunt could take. He began drilling into you fiercely, groaning at the feeling and the slick that poured out of you, making a mess everywhere. He leaned in right next to your ear to whisper something.

“Do you think you could take Daddy’s cum, darling? Hold all of it inside you like that?”

You whined at the words but nodded, body shaking. You needed his cum more than water.

“Need you Daddy, please.” The way your voice broke went straight to his throbbing cock.

Soon after he reached his high, forcing his entire length in you to ensure you devoured every last drop. He secretly hoped your womb would accept it as well, but kept quiet about that. You cried out at the feeling of loss as he finally pulled out of you, devastated to have lost the comforting presence you’d had inside you for almost hours. He repositioned you so that he could hold you in his arms, shushing you and petting your hair.

“Did so, so good for Daddy, beautiful,” he reassured softly, kissing your forehead. You beamed tiredly at the praise.

“I did?” Your voice was meek and barely audible.

“You did. See, wasn’t movie night fun?”

#tumblr randomly re tagged me in this so uh #reblogging again

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