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𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬? 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥?

Dead dove: do not eat! NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!

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🌸 TW: INCEST (father/daughter), jealous/possessive!Toji, reader also shows signs of jealousy/posessiveness, face slapping (just once), oral sex (f. receiving), somnophilia, cnc/dubcon, cheating, spanking (just once), dirty talk (like GODDAMN FILTHY), use of lots of pretty pet names, talks of pregnancy, unprotected sex, FLUFF

🌸 WC: 8.7K

🌸 AU: Your dad will always put you first before his wife, and he finally gets to treat you like the wife he wanted when you're on a short getaway in another country together.

🌸 AC: Thank you, anon, for the scene suggestion! Hope you liked it. Also, part 4 is going to be the last of the series... Any guesses...🤭

<< Part 1 🔞, Part 2 🔞 || Part 4 🔞 (coming soon) >>

“You look good, sweetheart,” Satoru compliments when he meets you and your family at the lobby of your favourite restaurant.

You sneak a glance at your father when your boyfriend snakes a hand around your back and leans down to press a kiss to your temple.

Toji is positively glaring at Satoru, sizing him up wordlessly with a ticked jaw.

You smile back at your boyfriend and try to pull your father’s attention to you. “Thank you. My dad chose it.”

It works.

Toji’s dark green eyes slide over your body, savouring the way the white silk hugs your curves and falls loosely and comfortably at your ankles. Even more when you turn on your expensive diamond studded heels he bought this morning and award him with the criss-cross of white ribbons along your back.

He wishes he could just run his hand down your spine, just like what your boyfriend is doing right now.

Something burns in the pit of his stomach.

When you’re shown to your table, Satoru waits for you to choose a seat before taking the spot next to you. Toji picks up his pace slightly to get behind you, quickly pulling out your chair.

His chest blooms with warmth and pride when you gaze up at him with a smile, thanking him sweetly. When he’s pushed in your seat, he goes around the table to do the same for his wife before taking his own chair opposite your boyfriend, who is politely smiling at him like he hasn’t just disrespected his daughter by not treating her like the princess she is.

Too late for regrets now, Toji exhales a sigh and looks down at the menu, ignoring the man he said he wanted to meet.

You’re sitting at the couch having an ice cream, when your father sinks into the cushion next to you. He glances at the chocolate shelled ice cream in your hand.

Lifting a brow, you tilt the stick toward him. “Want some?”

He doesn’t say anything but moves forward to take a big bite of your ice cream, making you gasp and pull your dessert away abruptly. He laughs when you slap at his shoulder.

“Daddy!” you whine, glaring between whatever little ice cream you’re left with and your triumphant father.

He rolls his eyes, though a smile is still playing on his lips. “I’ll buy more.”

“As you should!” you huff, making him turn to you with an amused look. You grumble quietly before savouring your ice cream, “This was my dessert.”

“That I paid for.”

You turn to give him a look, but he only raises an eyebrow at you and makes a show of running his eyes up and down your body.

“What? Want to argue that Daddy doesn’t pay for your stuff?” Toji is amused when he sees that you have managed to pout while chewing on chocolate. “Don’t know how that Saturo boy is going to keep up with the way you spend like it’s Monopoly money.”

You narrow your eyes on him. “You’re doing it on purpose,” you finally conclude, digressing.

Feigning innocence, your father shifts in his seat and spreads his arm out behind you on the cushion of the couch. “What?” he mutters, eyes on the TV screen.

“Saying Satoru’s name wrong.” Toji doesn’t say anything, but you feel his finger twirling around a tendril of your hair. You take another bite of your ice cream and mumble, “He gives me his card to go shopping too.”

At that, your father swivels his head around to frown at you. “But you still use my card,” he accuses.

A grin tugs on your lips, sweet and cheeky. You tilt your head to give him a mock innocent look, like the reason for that should have been predictable.

“Of course. I feel more comfortable spending Daddy’s money. Less guilt.”

Toji feels his face scrunching up into a disbelieving scorn. “How are you ever going to get married?”

You laugh at his reaction. “What do you mean? You love that I use your money over Satoru’s.”

He won’t admit it, but you note his silence, and the way he draws shapes on your nape lightly. All he says after a moment of ambient TV noises is, “You racked up close to 10K expenditure last month, and that was a thousand higher than the previous month.”

You tilt your head slightly to rest on his shoulder and his finger trails up and down your neck slowly. “You’d rather I use Satoru’s card?”

He scoffs. “Does that boy even have the financial capability?”

You’re not surprised he doesn’t care to remember.

“Of course, Daddy. He owns his own company. He’s spoken about what he does many times.”

Toji pauses. “A company big enough to fund your lifestyle?”

You think about hiding the fact from him to save his pride. But you know he can find out on his own anyway. So you bob your head against the ball of his shoulder.

“You know Limitless.”

Despite his silence, you know that he is aware of Satoru’s company. After all, it is one of the up-and-coming pharmaceutical companies of this generation. Even if Toji’s business is in oil and gas, it’s not likely for anyone not to have heard of Limitless in this day and age unless they don’t have access to the news.

“Just let me know if you’d rather I spend Satoru’s money,” you hum as you nibble on the last of the chocolate on your ice cream stick. “He won’t mind.”

“Shut up.”

You lift your head to face your father, only to see him narrowing his eyes on you, his lips set in a straight line like he is mad.

“What?” You bat your eyelashes at him, feigning innocence.

He clicks his tongue when he sees the look on your face.

You gasp when he slaps your cheek lightly and leans in to press his lips to yours.

“You’re such a spoiled brat,” he mutters when he turns back to the TV.

You laugh and snuggle up to his body. “You raised me spoiled,” you counter.

Toji curls his hand that is on the back of the couch to caress your arm tenderly. He sighs and murmurs, “I know.”

The both of you stay cuddled on the couch for a while, quietly watching the show you’ve put on, with you occasionally making comments. Almost half an hour later, your mother comes down the stairs all freshened up from her bath and goes to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. When she leaves, she stops at the edge of the living room, facing you and Toji.

“I booked a trip to Greece with my friends next month,” she announces.

Your father looks away from the TV to focus on her. “For how long?”

“Two weeks.”

Toji simply hums in acknowledgement, but when she doesn’t move, you feel his body shift slightly. You look up at him to see a frown on his face.

“I’m not stopping you.”

Your mother hesitates before nodding. “I know.”

There is something unasked in the air, and your father catches on to it.

“Oh. How much do you need?”

“I think 20K is more than enough.”

Definitely too much more than enough, you think.

But Toji doesn’t even bat an eye when he nods. “I’ll have it transferred to your account tomorrow. Go to bed.”

Your mother takes a step toward the stairs, only to stop again.

“I’ll wait for you in our room,” she murmurs softly, like she hopes her husband won’t hear her.

Toji hums. “It’s alright. You don’t have to.”

You can see the relief in your mother’s visage at not having to “pay back” for what she asked. She nods and finally gives the both of you a genuine smile, chirpily wishing you a good night.

When she’s finally gone and you hear a door close upstairs, you lean away from your father’s body to glare at him. He turns to you, eyes tracing your upset features as he raises his brows.

“And you complained about me spending 10K last month,” you huff.

A smile tugs on his mouth as he reaches out to cradle your cheek and swipes his thumb on the corner of your downturned lips.

“What, you want to compete with your mother?” He laughs when you look away with a deepened pout. He drops his hand to caress your inner thigh. “There is no competition, baby girl. You’re allowed to drain Daddy’s bank account. If you can.”

You stay pouty, so Toji shifts to pull you towards him, easily sliding you on his lap. Your heart races when he takes your chin and turns you to face him. The corner of his scarred lip tilts up gently.

“Wanna go for a short trip while Mom is gone?”

That melts away your cold shoulder. You wrap your arms around his nape. “Where?”

“Hm. Where do you wanna go? I can take two days off work and we can go somewhere nice over the weekend. Has to be close by though.”

“What about Bali?”

“Yeah?” You nod, grinning. Toji hums and leans in. “Done. I’ll have Shiu book flights and all that tomorrow.”

You giggle and press your lips to his awaiting ones, his big hand already moving to rest on the back of your nape. When you pull back, he drops another quick peck on your lips.

“What are you gonna tell Sutaro?”

You ignore his annoying habit of saying your boyfriend’s name wrong, coming to terms with the fact that he will never want to say it correctly.

“That my Daddy wants to do some father-daughter bonding.” You inch closer so your lips are by his ear. “I’ll leave out the fact that the bonding also consists of you fucking his girlfriend.”

Toji’s laughter is hearty and booming, like he is proud to hear that. He tilts you to face him, taking your lips in a long, sensual kiss that has you moaning into his mouth and your hand gripping onto his collar.

“Very good, Princess,” he praises when you part for air.

You grin at him, cute and pretty. Toji slides his palms to rest on your shoulders as he pulls you away from him, his thin eyes appraising you as they glide down and up your body.

“Shall we go to bed, baby? Sleep with Daddy?”

You bob your head. Toji carries you up easily, bridal style. He turns everything off in his wake as he brings you back to his marital bed, throwing you on the mattress the moment he has locked the door to his room behind him.

“You did look beautiful at dinner, my love,” he murmurs, undoing the buttons of his shirt.

You get on your knees and shuffle toward the edge of the bed to meet him as you smile. “Thank you, Toji.”

Your father stands before you as you rest your hands on his shoulders, sliding them down to meet his that are still undoing his buttons. He lets you take over as he cups your face gently, tilting your head up so he can see you clearly.

“You know what would be so hot, Daddy?”

His gaze drops down to your teeth tugging on your bottom lip as you grin up at him. His thumb caresses your chin gently, entranced.

“What?”

Your grin widens. “If you could go down and get those heels you bought me, you could fuck me in them.”

You giggle when he slaps your hands away from his shirt, already turning on his heels to head for the door.

While he is gone, you take everything off, leaving you in the expensive lingerie set that your father also gifted you. You sit on the edge of the bed and lay down, staring up at the ceiling while you wait to hear the click of the door opening.

You don’t even get up when Toji returns, stopping in his tracks for a moment to take in the image of his pretty daughter waiting in his bed. When he reaches you, he gets down to his knee and sets your new pair of heels on the ground.

With gentle, calloused hands that circle around your ankle, he lifts your leg and props your foot on his thigh. Raising your head, you look down to watch your father dip his head to drop a kiss to the inside of your knee, his heated gaze searing you from under his bangs.

Toji is careful as he puts the high heel on for you. He does the same to the other leg, and when he’s done, he slides his hands up your legs, stamping fleeting kisses in their wake until he reaches your hips.

His arms snake under and around your thighs, hiking them over his shoulders and pulling you closer until the tip of his nose brushes the lace of your lingerie. Toji leans in to press a gentle kiss on your heated core before pressing his nose into your soft flesh, taking in a deep breath, making you squeak in embarrassment. He tightens his hold on you, knowing you’d flail and try to move away from him.

A low moan of appreciation thunders through his chest. Lifting his head slowly, he locks gazes with you, the scarred corner of his lip tilting up slightly.

“Love the way you smell, Princess,” he confesses as his hand finds its way to your crotch, his thumb swiping over the shape of your soft lips behind the lingerie.

Toji lowers his head again to ghost open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your thigh, his dark emerald orbs still on your beautiful face, your pretty lips parted to let out soft pants, your cheeks flushed pink. When he reaches the line between your womanhood and thigh, he drags the flat of his tongue up along your sensitive skin.

His scarred lips latch on the fat of your pussy obscured by the lace of your panties. You moan softly at the warm moisture of his mouth.

Slowly, very slowly, Toji takes his time to peel the lacy fabric aside with his mouth, occasionally nudging it with his nose until he finally has your pretty cunt bare and exposed.

He drops a kiss just next to your clit, making you squirm and whine. Smirking, he brings you closer to him as he pulls your legs open wider. This time, he is so close to your pussy that you can feel his hot breath on it every time he exhales.

“Want Daddy to kiss you here, baby girl?”

You gasp quietly when his tongue flicks over your clit. You nod your head. Curling his lips around the sensitive button, he suckles on your clit, a groan reverberating from his chest as his eyes shut blissfully at the softness of your pussy.

Toji takes his time worshipping you with his mouth. Like he would never get another chance to taste you again. The strokes of his tongue are long, warm, wet, loving. He eats you out like a gentleman, though one who’s been starved for days.

When he has your legs quivering and your hips bucking into his face, Toji pulls you closer and kisses you deeper. His stiff tongue dips between your folds and presses into your leaking hole, the muscled appendage twisting and turning like he’s screwing you with it. Your hand flies to his hair and grip on the raven locks, tugging on them. Your father flickers his half-lidded eyes up to watch you panting, moaning and whining like you’re not quite sure what you want.

He parts from your pussy for a moment, only to stretch your seam open with his fingers pulling at your labia. His dark eyes stay on you as he lowers his face, lips on your wet ones again. This time, you let out a long mewl as you lift your hips and press the back of his head closer to your core. Toji smiles to himself at the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he licks a stripe on the inside of your labia, where you’re sensitive and so soft.

“Daddy,” comes your breathy moan. “S’good…”

Toji breaks the kiss, though staying close enough that when he speaks, his lips still brush your sensitive folds. “You like Daddy kissing your pretty pussy, baby?” he coos, slithering a hand away from your thigh to trace a finger lightly down your slit.

A shudder runs through you as you let out another whimper. Toji is so gentle with you, dropping light smooches on your clit, spreading your spit-mixed slick all over your lips.

“Perfect fuckin’ pussy made for me,” he groans lowly, almost like he is speaking to himself as he revers at the way your hole winks at him and more of your juices glistens in the light.

Your father brings his head down again, dark eyes locked on your face as his parted lips meet your peaked clit. He doesn’t close his mouth around the bundle of nerves. Instead, he moves his head up and down, side to side, letting his scarred lips rub against your sensitive pearl. His middle finger circles your warm hole, teasing. You whine and lift your hips slightly, instinctively.

As if that action has made his fingertip slip into your hole, Toji hums when you release a relieved moan. He puckers his lips slightly to press a parted kiss to your clit. He slides deeper between your fluttering walls, bottoming out and curling his finger.

“Daddy,” you breathe shakily, your thighs already shivering around him.

Your father pulls out his digit. He fucks you slow with it. Then adds another finger, stretching you out. Your back arches and your thighs try to squeeze shut. But his imposing build between them keeps them open.

“Gonna cum for Daddy, little one?” he coos, this time circling the tip of his tongue on your clit.

He picks up his pace when he hears you mewl his name, his wrist snapping, his tongue flicking over and over your bundle of nerves.

Within seconds, your father has you trembling as you grasp onto his hair, crying out in the wake of your orgasm, your hips rutting against his palm and tongue, spreading your arousal all over the lower half of his face.

Toji’s fingers slide in and out of your pulsing walls slowly as he drops gentle kisses on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm. When your heaving pants turn into deep, steadying breaths, he slips his digits out of your soaked pussy and pulls back to inspect the glistening mess you’ve made on yourself. He hums, satisfied at his work.

As if pitiful that he has to part with your cunt, Toji is slow in getting up and his fingers still linger on your puffy lips, unable to stop touching your honeyed folds.

Your eyes blink dazedly as your father’s hunking figure looms over you. He braces his arms next to your head to lower himself, his lips easily finding your soft ones. You moan into the kiss, your fingers flying up to play with the hair on his nape.

Toji hums against your mouth. “Taste yourself, Princess?”

“Mmhmm,” you bob your head.

“Hot, huh?”

“Mm…”

Toji chuckles. As he presses his lips to the corner of your lips and down the column of your neck, he mutters, “Does your dumb boyfriend fuck you this good with his mouth?” You sigh and tilt your head to the side when he sucks gently on your skin. Your father nudges your jaw with his nose. “Hm?”

“No, Daddy,” you whisper shakily.

He hums again, satisfied with your answer. He trails his lips down your body until he reaches your chest, where he peppers kisses along the cups of your bra.

Toji worships your body tonight in a way you’ve never experienced. The only kind of worship a loving father would do to his pretty daughter.

Your bra straps are peeled off slowly, then the undergarment is unhooked carefully like he is afraid he might so much as scratch you.

Toji tosses your bra aside. His big hands play with your freed breasts, massaging, fondling, squeezing. His head dips lower, lips now on your navel. You don’t realise you’re not breathing as you watch your father, the tip of his nose tickling your skin in his wake.

His touch is light and feathery when he removes your panties. He holds each calf gently as he slides your leg off the lingerie one by one. Finally, the lacy fabric joins your bra on the floor and you’re laying in your father’s bed in nothing but your heels.

His wide hands are calloused and rough as they caress your thighs, lifting them easily to have your knees bent in the air, spread wide for him. Toji’s eyes take their time drinking you in, the position he’s put you in before him. He licks his lips.

“Hold on to your heels, baby,” he whispers.

You listen, resting your arms on your inner thighs, forcing them open, while your fingers grip around the stilettos of your high heels. A guttural groan of approval arises from the back of Toji’s throat.

Toji doesn’t rush in undoing his slacks, just enough to free his raging hard boner. You watch him spit on his dick, stroking it once, twice, before lining his red tip leaking with precum at your pussy.

You suddenly feel nervous.

This feels realer than the three other times your father has fucked you. Maybe it’s the soft lighting that illuminates much more than just the shadows of his face, or maybe it’s the clarity and consciousness of this moment.

But the instant Toji pushes his fat tip past the barrier of your tight hole, all thoughts leave you as you draw in a deep breath and your lips part in a choked moan.

Toji’s breathing is ragged. He keeps his dark eyes on his daughter, watching you getting split open by his girthy length. Pride blooms in his chest when your face contorts into a slightly pained expression as he bottoms out in you, your brows furrowed so cutely, your pretty lips parted to let out moans that sound like music.

He gives you time to get used to his cock, your walls clenching and unclenching around him to accommodate his size no matter how many times he’s entered you before.

“So pretty, my beautiful Princess,” he coos soothingly, feeling your walls flutter around him at the praise. He smooths his hands along your thighs. “Doing so well for Daddy, little one.”

Your mewl lets him know that you enjoy his compliments. Your tight cunt relaxes to wrap your warmth around him now, welcoming. Inviting.

Toji drags his cock out leisurely, his tip scratching against your velvety walls that makes the both of you moan in unison. When just his tip is inside of you, he reverses the action and slides back in. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers grip tightly around thin heels.

Toji bites down on his bottom lip, not wanting to make a sound so he could enjoy the ones leaving your mouth, and the wet noises building from his cock moving between your legs.

He’s glad he made this master bedroom soundproof, even if the intention for it has not been put to action in months, if not years. Because if not for the expensive sound insulation of the room, with the noises you’re making and at the volume you’re going, he’d be surprised if your neighbours, let alone your mother, don’t hear you.

His hips work at a steady, slow pace, until you whine up at your father, a pleading look on your face. He feels the corner of his lip being pulled upward.

He rolls his hips faster this time and you moan his name. “Oh, Toji…”

At that, he leans down to hover over you, lips crashing down on yours, hips slapping against your ass as he fucks you deeper, harder, faster. You’re a messy, loud kisser, and it only turns Toji on even more. His cock throbs between your tight cushioned walls and he pulls away from the kiss, cursing.

“Fuck,” he breathes, stopping his movements when he is buried within you. You whine again and he lifts his gaze up to meet your pouty look. “You’re going to make me cum, Princess,” he admits with a hint of embarrassed laughter lining his words.

You let him give you a peck to your lips before he moves back until he is standing again. He removes your hands from your heels and drags your body closer to the edge of the bed, at the same time slamming you down further onto his cock. The both of you moan at your pussy gripping his cock tightly.

Still buried inside you, Toji moves to grab a pillow, lifts your hips easily, and slots it beneath your ass. Then, he takes hold of your ankles, bringing your legs together as he rests your calves on one side of his chest. You watch your father caress your smooth legs before turning his head to press a kiss to your ankle, dipping the tip of his nose into your skin.

When he tilts his head back to face you, he moves to pull out of your wet pussy. Your thighs press against each other as he enters again. Your eyes are shut in pleasure, lips parted as you moan. Toji tightens his hold around your legs, trying to anchor himself and distract his mind from your clenching pussy that has gotten impossibly tighter in this position.

Your father is slow with each push of his hips. You flutter your eyes open after the fourth stroke. Toji is already watching you, as if he has been the entire time. You frown slightly.

“You don’t like my pussy anymore, Daddy?” you whisper.

Toji stops. Blinks once, then twice. “Why do you say that?” he asks, almost sharply.

You swallow. “Is it different today? Now? Because we know the truth?” When his brows furrow incredulously, you whisper with watery eyes, “You fucked me differently when you thought I was Mom.”

Huh.

Your father chuckles quietly in disbelief as he caresses your shin and presses a kiss to the side of it. “Baby, I want to take my time with you,” he says gently, moving your legs to the bed so he can cage you within his arms, his lips pressed to your forehead. “You look so damn pretty,” he groans. “If I don’t go slow, I’m going to cum in seconds.”

You look up at him, pouting slightly. Toji's tongue laps up your tears. “So you still want me? Over Mom?”

Toji briefly wonders if you inherited his selfish, jealous, possessive personality.

He laughs against your mouth when he gives you a kiss. “There is no competition, baby. You’ll always be Daddy’s number one girl.” When you eventually wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back, he hums and gives you one last peck to your lips. “Yeah, Princess? Aren’t you Daddy’s favourite girl?”

“Mmhmm,” you lift your head to chase his lips with a kiss. “Daddy’s Princess.”

“That’s right,” he coos, dropping a kiss to your nose before moving back, breaking your hold around his neck.

He lifts your legs by the back of your knees again, this time spreading them so each leg rests up on either side of his chest. He keeps his hold on your thighs like a seatbelt, rolling his hips experimentally. You push your chest out as you moan loudly.

Toji starts slow. Then, reminded by your little outburst, he picks up his pace, his dilated eyes on the way your soft body jiggles and bounces with every slap of his hips against yours, your jaw slack as your moans and whimpers fill the air. Toji feels his cock twitch within your warm pussy.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans. He should really close his damned eyes to focus on something else but he can’t tear his gaze off you. “You’re so fucking pretty, Daddy’s going to cum.”

You bite on your bottom lip as you smile coyly up at him, eyes seductive. You feel his cock pulsing in your core.

“You made me,” you say slowly, clearly. “Of course you think I’m pretty. I’m made perfect for you, Daddy.”

“Fuck.”

This breaks Toji’s restraint.

He hastily brings your legs together again, this time crossing them even, providing his cock more pressure from your tight pussy.

Your father doesn’t start slow. His hips move in a blurring speed, fucking you so hard and deep the slaps of his hips against your ass loud in the room. He is feral now, an animal in heat. He fucks you like he means it, like he hasn’t had release in decades.

You watch him rut his hips greedily into your slobbering pussy, his eyes trained on you like just the view of you moaning from your dad’s cock is enough to get him off. Grunts emerge at his exertion. His fingers are white as he presses them into your thigh.

There’s something so hot about you wearing absolutely nothing but your heels, while your father fucks you, completely clothed, desperately chasing his orgasm.

Tilting his hips at a slight angle, Toji rams into you, discovering that pleasure spot inside you when you fist the sheets and arch your back with a wanton moan.

“Oh, fuck, yes, baby…” your father groans at the closing grip of your pussy.

He keeps fucking you right there, and he sees it. The way your lower belly bulges at every thrust of his hips. He uses his free hand to press down on it, relishing the feel of his cock pushing from within you.

He manages to last for half a minute more before he releases in your pulsating hole that’s clenching and unclenching around him like he’s being milked.

“Yes, yes, baby…” he moans your name as he climaxes, half-lidded eyes on you, his hips still not stopping, his thumb now caressing your lower belly, wondering if he’s imagining the twitch of his cock against your stomach as he fills you with his cum. “Oh, yeah… mm… My little angel, fuck! You make Daddy feel so fucking good.”

And just hearing him say all that has you jerking beneath him, a small wave of pleasure jolting through your body as your second orgasm finds you.

The room is filthy with both your moans and grunts. Toji empties his seed in your fluttering cunt, but his cock won’t stop twitching as he watches you overcome your high.

Eventually, you’re left panting, your dazed eyes not focusing on anything until your father is right in front of you, his face too close. You flutter your eyes close and moan against his lips as he kisses you, deep and loving.

“Shower with Daddy, my pretty girl?” he whispers between kisses.

You immediately nod your head, circling your arms around his neck, letting your father carry you up easily, the both of you still interconnected. Only when he brings you to the bathroom does he break the lip locking and unplug your gaping hole. As he deposits you on the toilet, he stands before you and removes every article of clothing he has, the entire time his eyes on you like he’s giving you a show.

He smirks when he is fully naked and your face is sprinkled with pink. It’s your first time seeing your father’s muscled body like this, so big and thick. So rugged.

He steps closer to you, holding your cheeks together with one big hand, tilting your head up. He leans down and gives you a firm, broad lick on your lips, then a tender kiss.

“No need to get shy with Daddy. S’all yours anyway, Princess.”

Toji pauses when he comes back from the gym, finding the villa eerily quiet despite the AC running, cooling him down from the physical exertion.

He places his key card on the kitchen island as he toes off his shoes and pads to the bedroom, thinking you’d still be sleeping where he left you this morning. Instead, he only sees an empty bed and crumpled sheets. His sharp brows furrow deeply together.

He visits the toilet, only to find it vacant too. His heart rate picks up slightly. Where could you have gone in the hour and a half he was in the gym? And in a foreign country?

He fishes out his phone as he walks back out to the main room, about to call you, when he notices the sliding doors facing the back of the villa slightly ajar. Curiously, he steps toward the glass doors and peers out.

Toji’s heart squeezes with relief when he sees his daughter lounging on a sunbed, head resting on your folded arms as you lay on your stomach. He drinks in the sight of you in a yellow bikini, the fabric so little that it leaves nothing much to the imagination really.

He feels his cock twitch in his shorts. As if to soothe it, he reaches down to give it a squeeze over his pants. Toji is quiet as he cracks the door open wider, stepping out into the warm, sunny morning of Bali island. He closes the door behind him so as not to let the cool air escape from the villa.

He stands next to your sleeping form, totally unaware of his looming shadow above you. In natural lighting, Toji can see the love marks he gave you on your shoulder, your neck, even on your thighs. After all, you’ll have ample time to let them heal before your mother or your boyfriend sees them.

Toji sits on the empty lounge bed next to yours, already reaching out to caress your ass clad in a string between your cheeks. His cock pulses achingly in his briefs. He thinks he might have to ruin this pretty bathing set you have on.

The man removes his sweaty clothes, his thick meat leaking and bouncing with every movement as he crawls over your lounging form. Cautiously, he straddles you, fitting his hot and heavy length between your buttcheeks. You exhale through your nose in your sleep.

Your round globes look so perfect sandwiching his cock between them. The sensation of his dick dry humping you, the friction of your flesh dragging his thin skin, it makes this situation feel so lewd, so wrong. Like he’s doing this without your permission. Exactly like he’s using you without you knowing.

He wonders if this was how you felt when you crawled under the covers next to him that night he first fucked you in his marital bed, thinking you were his wife. Slightly excited, and just a tad bit guilty.

He thinks about you knowing full well your dad was fucking you, while he stayed oblivious. He imagines you enjoying your father’s cock, yet trying not to make a sound that might ring alarm bells, just so he wouldn’t stop.

Toji’s cock grows heavier, thicker between your cheeks.

The man lifts his hips away from yours, this time angling himself to slot his meat between your legs, letting your soft thighs wrap around him warmly. He lets out a ragged breath, trying hard not to squeeze or spank your perky ass.

You moan in your sleep, subconsciously lifting your hips higher a little. He takes this as a sign to move.

Toji fucks your thighs steadily, spreading his precum between your legs. You’re also progressively getting wetter, soaking through your bikini thong and spilling all over him. Soon, Toji doesn’t need much effort to slide his veiny cock against your core.

He groans when you squeeze your legs together instinctively, moaning when the mushroom tip of his dick drags against your soft flesh.

Toji can’t help himself now. You’re so pliant beneath him, so unsuspecting even as you continue napping.

He is careful as he pulls the bikini thong string aside and guides his cockhead to your familiar entrance with a beefy hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He rubs his precum all over your hole, letting your juices mix, teasing your hole before he eventually slips inside.

Toji lets out a groan as he tips his head back. You still haven’t roused. But the deeper he enters, stretching your warmth wider with his tip, your breathy moan cuts through Toji’s pleasured haze.

He shifts himself and leans down with his hands planted next to your head, penning you within his big frame. He leans in and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your temple, trailing more down your face as he sheathes deeper inside you.

Your moan is loud and needy now, but your eyes still closed. Toji decides he wants you awake. Wants you to talk to him as he fucks you.

“Princess,” he murmurs gently in your ear. You don’t respond.

He pulls out slightly, only to tilt his hips at an angle and roll his hips forward. He shuts his eyes when your pussy clenches around him at the change in position. Your mewl is squeaky and breathy.

“So pretty in the sun, my little girl,” he moans into your ear, dropping a kiss to your cheek. “My beautiful Princess…”

Your walls tighten around him subconsciously. He pushes in deeper, groaning as he does so.

“Perfect baby girl,” he coos, feeling you squeeze around him again.

He drawls your name in a moan as he bottoms out deep in your cunt, your warmth so inviting that he drives his hips deeper, wanting to bury every millimetre of his cock inside you.

“Princess,” he tries again. When you only moan incoherently back, he slides his hand down the side of your body and tightens his fingers on your hip. “Baby. Wake up, little one. Can you say Daddy’s name for me?”

You stir slightly. Toji circles his hips, grinding his crotch against your ass, his grip tightens on your flesh. You moan as your walls flutter and soak his meat.

“Come on, baby girl,” he coos. “Wanna hear your pretty voice, Princess.”

At that, your brows furrow slightly and your hips move, pushing back against his as you gain consciousness. Toji watches your long lashes flutter open. You tilt your head and blink sleepily up at him. He grins.

“Morning, my love,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

You return the kiss, only to gasp and choke on your breath when a warm, thick rod drags out of your drenched cunt, only to pound back into you.

“D-daddy!” you gasp.

Toji moans. “Yeah… Talk to me, baby girl. Lemme hear your voice.”

“Toji,” you whine. “You’re so big…”

Your father laughs, straightening his back like he’s proud of that. As if your voice has just given him a shot of adrenaline, his hips snap faster and harder against your ass.

You moan loudly. “Mom doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

You’re too fucked out to even realise what you’re saying.

Toji laughs, louder. He fucks you deeper, spurred on by your sweet voice and your slurring words.

“‘M so lucky to wake up to my Daddy fucking me,” you mewl, rocking your hips back against him.

“Fuck,” your father hisses.

He’s about to cum and Toji forces himself to stop. You feel him slip out of you, so easily due to how wet you are. You whine at the empty feeling in your lower region, only to yelp softly when your father tugs on your hip.

“Ass up for me, Princess,” he mutters in a command.

Your movements are languid as you do as he wishes, palms and knees on the sunbed, your ass high in the air. His big hand is on your hip again and you turn to watch him tap his heavy dick on your wet pussy, the string of your bikini bottom stretched over your round flesh.

He drags his fat tip up and down your slit before he positions himself where he belongs. Toji flickers his dark green eyes up to meet yours.

“Talk to me, baby. Daddy wants to cum to your voice,” he groans as he sheathes himself between your soaked folds again, letting your warm wetness embrace him tightly.

Your body arches and a loud moan ripples through the morning air, your head tipped back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your father curses at the sight of his pretty girl welcoming his cock in her cunt. When he has entered you to his hilt and you’re heaving moans and mewls, Toji brings his palm down to strike your ass, hearing you squeal and watching your fat jiggle.

“Let Daddy hear you, baby. Tell me how much you enjoy my big cock.”

You’re a babbling mess as he snaps his hips against your ass, fucking you deep and fast.

“P-please, Daddy!” you cry out loudly. “Want you deeper… Mm, fuck! Faster, Toji… m-more!”

Your dad smacks your ass and gives it a hard squeeze as he groans. You’re so fucking loud now that you’re not in the confines of your home. Where it’s just you and your father, known to the resort staff as a loving married couple.

You fuck back against his cock. Toji curses under his breath when he feels himself twitch inside you. He’s close.

“I feel you so deep, Daddy,” you mewl. “Gonna cum, hm, Daddy? Gonna fill your baby girl up with your seed?”

A pornographic moan arises from the base of your throat when he fucks you faster, pursuing his climax as if motivated by your words. You don’t even know what you’re saying now.

“Daddy’s g’na put a baby in me,” you breathe wantonly.

When Toji stops, the fucked out fog clears from your mind and you realise belatedly what you’ve said. The whole world seems to have stopped spinning when the silence between the both of you stretches for a few more seconds.

You swivel your head around to try to take those words back, or at least try. “Dad— oh! Mm…!”

You gasp and moan when he slams back into your orifice, his body curling behind you to reach for your arms. He pulls you back into his chest, his rough palms caressing down your arms to fit his fingers between yours from the back of your hands. He presses his cheek to your temple and you shudder at his warm breath in your ear.

“Y’want Daddy’s baby, sweetheart?” he growls, gyrating his hips slowly in a grind against your ass. “What’re you g’na say to your stupid boyfriend? When your belly is swollen with Daddy’s baby?”

You let out a shaky breath as you let your head fall back to rest on his collarbone. “Gonna make him take care of our child like it’s his,” you confess breathily. “Make Satoru think he knocked me up and gave me a baby…”

Your father grunts in your ear.

The mere thought of putting a baby in his pretty daughter makes him feral.

It’s so wrong. But the image of you walking around with a big belly, yet no one actually knowing that it is the love child you’ve made with your father. Just the thought of it makes Toji’s cock swell even bigger.

He tightens his arms against yours, locking your body against him. He starts pistoning his hips, fucking you with animalistic speed, grunts rumbling through his chest and into your back.

Your body is his to use, your brain too numb with pleasure that you can’t seem to form a thought, much less a command to your body. Your father turns his head to press his parted lips to your temple, grunting against your skin as he exerts more force.

“‘M’unna cum,” Toji groans into your temple.

You whimper when he moves forward and wraps your intertwined hands around your waist, holding you in place. Every stroke of his hip is longer, yet he is rutting his cock into your pulsing hole so fast that all he feels is his tip grazing your entrance before pressing up against your cervix.

“Fuck, Daddy’s gonna cum, baby,” he slurs against your skin, drunk on your fluttering pussy, lost in the moans and whimpers you make. “Squeeze my cock like a good girl, Princess. Ah, fuck… there we go. Take all of it. G’na give you a fuckin’ baby. Shit!”

In the next few thrusts, Toji groans your name and tilts his head to press his nose in your hair, taking deep breaths of your scent as he pumps his cock juice deep inside your cervix, staying buried to the hilt. His moans are shaky and his hips can’t help but twitch with one last thrust when your pussy clenches tightly around him, as if never letting him go.

“Fuuuck, baby girl,” he drawls lazily as that mindblowing numbness fades away and he is brought back to the present. He tightens his fingers around yours as he moans into your hair with a wet kiss. “You’re so fucking hot.”

You relax completely against the hard planes of his muscles and your father hums as he moves back to rest on his heels. His hands that are still holding you now slither across your waist and wrap around your body. He guides your connected hands to your lower belly.

“Do you think it would be a boy or a girl?” he mumbles, like he really is thinking of your unborn baby being conceived at this very moment.

You hum, turning your head and nuzzling your forehead in the column of his sweaty neck. “Want it to be a boy,” you murmur drowsily, your body now losing that electric pleasure and falling into a familiar somnolent state of rest. “Handsome like his Daddy…”

Toji huffs out a quiet chuckle that blows a few strands of your hair into the air. “I’d pity our son,” he plays along. His thumb caresses the soft skin below your belly button. “Never gonna have a girlfriend good enough when his Mommy is you.”

Toji is walking back from the toilet when he notices with a frown, two young men standing in front of your daybed, definitely chatting you up. A fire burns in his chest when he sees them laughing and getting comfortable with you.

You’re seated sprawled on the cushioned bed, posture relaxed, your smile friendly, your body language confident. He feels a muscle in his back twitch.

But when he gets close enough for you to sense his presence, he watches the way your eyes light up with relief, your grin genuinely happy. You sit up as he reaches the bed, and you immediately circle your arms around his waist. The guys turn to regard the newcomer.

“Toji,” you purr up at him, looking so pretty in the red bikini set you had to change into after this morning’s wake up call. “Some new friends were waiting for you.”

Your father’s hand naturally moves to rest on your shoulder in a sort of possessive claim. He frowns at you, eyes burning with annoyance. But you only continue beaming at him.

“They were scared to come up to you,” you explain gently. “But they just wanted to know your workout routine.”

Toji stares at you for a few seconds, not saying anything. Then he blinks and darts his eyes to the two men, who are smiling nervously at him.

“Yeah, hi, sorry,” one of them apologises hastily. “We’ve been bulking and doing all kinds of healthy shit but we can never achieve the kind of physique you have.”

The other one nods rapidly. “Yeah, it’s kinda insane, actually.” He can’t help dropping his gaze to trail over Toji’s broad chest and defined abs. “So insane,” he breathes, almost awestruck.

“They came from that daybed,” you add chirpily.

Toji’s vision follows the direction you’re pointing at, and he locates a big lounge sofa. The only spot in this beach club that has the most concentrated number of males. Good-looking ones at that, too.

He almost feels like slapping himself.

His guard lowers as he turns back to face the two men. Toji holds out a beefy hand. “Toji,” he introduces, though he still sounds as hostile as ever.

The two men introduce themselves as they shake his hand. Then, you tug on Toji’s forearm as you shuffle backward on the daybed.

“Come, sit!” you welcome, waving your hands at the empty half of the bed as Toji takes his place next to you.

You immediately move to curl up next to him, his thick arm around your frame like a protective armour. You rest your arm on his shoulder and lean your cheek on the back of your hand as you gaze at Toji.

You are giggling as you admit to him, “They said they waited for you to leave so they could talk to me, because you were too scary looking.”

The two guys erupt in a frenzy of explanations and apologies, at the same time huffing and whining at you for spilling their secret. Toji feels his lips quirking in amusement. He reaches out for his beer bottle and takes a long refreshing drag of it. He glances at the drinks in their hands.

“What are you drinking? Let me get you another.”

Before they hurry to reject the offer, you smile and explain, “His way of apologising and making peace.” They still look like they’re going to decline, so you add teasingly, “And he doesn’t take rejections very well.”

And so, Toji orders them a new round of drinks. For the next 20 minutes, you’re stuck listening to Toji and the two men discussing and sharing workout routines and diet tips. They’re such nice people, so respectful and friendly, that Toji buys them another round as they stay for another half hour, this time chatting about other topics that include you too.

When they’ve decided they’ve intruded long enough and have gone back to rejoin their friends, Toji gets a server to send them an expensive bottle of champagne. The whole table turns to cheer in your direction, thanking the both of you for the treat.

Your father finally stretches out his limbs now that you’ve got the whole bed to yourselves, an arm folded behind his head, the other still around you, though you’ve also moved to lay down next to him. Your head is on his shoulder, a hand on his chest, leg hiked up to rest on his thigh. The arm around you shifts slightly to cup your ass.

“Bet you were livid when you saw them talking to me, weren’t you?”

Toji rolls his eyes and settles them unseeingly on the people in the big pool in the middle of the beach club. He doesn’t say anything, so you reach up to trace the scar on his lips.

“Bet you thought they were hitting on me, didn’t you, Daddy?”

“Shut up,” he snarls.

Your giggle when he widens his mouth to snap playfully at your finger makes his chest bloom with warmth. He glances down to see you grinning cheekily at him. He clicks his tongue and you squeak in surprise when he reaches out to pinch your nose between his knuckles.

“Not my damn fault you’re so fucking pretty,” he grumbles, finally admitting to your accusations. “Can’t let my guard down around you for a second.”

“Or, what? The wolves are gonna come get me?” You laugh.

You’re still smiling against his lips when he leans in to kiss you, his loose hold on your ass tightening slightly for a publicly appropriate squeeze.

“Yeah,” he mumbles against your lips. “Wolves in the form of stupid young boys who think they stand a chance against me.”

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