𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥
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🌸 TW: INCEST (father/daughter), jealous/possessive!Toji, wet humping, dubcon/noncon, somnophilia, cheating, choking, face slapping, fingering, pussy slapping (just once), unprotected sex, slight fluff at the end
🌸 WC: 7.1K
🌸 AU: Your dad still doesn't know you're not his wife, until he sees you during sex. He thinks this is the end of your twisted relationship, until he hears you and your boyfriend getting frisky in his home
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It is your heaviest burden and your greatest regret.
Guilty yet relieved about the secret that only you know, you try your best to act normal at home.
Or, well, as normal as your blushing cheeks and awkward actions would lead people to think.
You don’t catch the way your father’s brows furrow when you pull your hand away from his touch. Or the way he stares at your receding back as you leave the room whenever he enters. You used to enjoy being in his company.
What happened?
Honestly, you have not stopped thinking about how good your father made you feel that one chance encounter. You tried to emulate the feelings, the sensations, everything, with your boyfriend, but he just doesn’t— can’t do it. Even with the toys you have on hand do little to relieve you of your frustration. And the post-orgasm clarity only serves to remind you sadly of the stark difference between self-gratification and the real thing.
So, you avoid your dad like a plague. After all, every time you see him, your mind only goes to filthy, disgusting thoughts.
But of course, that saying has some truth in it, doesn't it? About the heart growing fonder with absence.
Especially when you come home late to a note with your father’s messy scrawl on your pillow.
Princess. You’re mad at me. But I don’t know why. Help this old man understand. Daddy misses his little girl. Dinner tomorrow at your favourite restaurant?
Feeling a pang of guilt strike you in your chest, you think that maybe you had been too tough on him. You had always been his little girl before whatever transpired between the two of you. And he didn’t even know it was you.
Even though it is late, you pad quietly down the hallway after getting washed up, heading towards your parents’ room. You know that your parents sleep separately sometimes, and you wonder briefly if tonight is one of those nights. But you pass by the guest rooms and see that one of them has its door closed, and you’re slightly relieved knowing that you’ll only be met with your father when you get to your parents’ room, yet also a little nervous being in the same enclosed space alone with him. Despite the conflicting emotions stirring inside of you, your feet don’t stop moving and before you know it, you’re standing before the master bedroom.
It is already three in the morning, and you don’t bother to knock before twisting the handle, simply opening the door to complete pitch darkness.
You shut the door quietly and navigate your way to the bed with muscle memory. You don’t say anything when you climb into bed, more because your heart is stuck in your throat than anything else, namely nervousness and just a tad bit of excitement.
Your father doesn’t even rouse awake when you get under the covers and take up the spot where your mother used to sleep. He’s always been a heavy sleeper.
Lying on your side, you face the sleeping form of the man before you, just a silhouette in the night. Shifting closer to try to see him better, you hold your breath when you feel the warmth his body exudes. You inhale the earthy scent that has been his signature since you were a child and immediately feel yourself relaxing. You shut your eyes and tuck yourself into a ball close to him, thinking of what you’ll say to him in the morning until sleep takes you in under.
Your brow twitches at the low groan behind you. There is some movement before you feel warmth enveloping your body from behind, a strong arm around your waist. Sleep is making your brain foggy, every sensation on your body feeling almost like an out-of-body experience.
“Decided to come back to bed, hmm?” comes a low, gravelly hum.
You really should try to wake up and move away from the very man haunting your every waking moment. But when he curls into you and tucks your head under his chin, his presence so comforting and warm, you simply let yourself drift off to sleep once again.
You wake up to a tight grip on your hip and something warm and hard between your thighs. As you stir awake, eyes trying to refocus in the dark, you realise belatedly that your thighs are wet and sticky.
“Fuck, baby,” your father’s voice behind you is between a whisper and a groan.
The bed creaks slightly with every movement of his hips as he rubs his length against your soaking lips, your inner thighs tightening slightly, making him hiss under his breath.
The weight of this situation finally falls over you and you start to panic, your heart pounding in your chest, rapid heartbeat in your ears. This was not how you envisioned this night to go. In fact, you had expected sleeping through the night uneventfully until the next morning to speak with your father.
You squirm, trying to get away from this hot and sticky mess, but that only riles the man up more as he tightens his hold on your hip and angles his hips so that his swollen cockhead hits your clit with every thrust.
“Stop moving,” your dad hisses, hand slipping down to adjust the crotch of your panties to the side again. The noise of his cock being coated with your juices is so loud and disgusting that he smacks your ass cheek, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he wonders, “Are you on your period? You’re never this wet, babe.”
You whine at his assumption. Yet despite the nagging guilt that screams at you to stop this, you find yourself arching your back, pressing your ass to his hips even more.
Toji lets out a shaky breath. He really hopes his wife doesn’t stop him when he moves to hold himself up on his elbow, hovering over your body to press his lips on yours. You haven’t shared a kiss with him in a while, and even when you do, it’s always his initiative.
In the darkness, his lips first land on your eyebrow. Slowly, he finds his way down your face, kissing your eyelash, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, and finally your lips. You let out a mewl against his lips and instinctively move your hand down to find his.
Toji spreads his fingers, letting you entwine yours with his before he tightens and curls them. All this time, he doesn’t stop kissing you, doesn’t stop slotting his cock between your thighs.
“Wanna fuck you, baby,” he grunts against your lips, his breath hot and sinful.
And with that, he takes his hand away from yours, slipping it under the inside of your thigh, lifting it to spread your legs. Your heart is pounding hard against your chest, anxious and ridden with guilt as you purse your lips to stay quiet. You let your father put his foot on the crotch of your panties and push your bottoms off your legs. He tilts his hips to drag his cockhead lightly along your slit, and when he hears a ragged breath tearing through your lips, he pats the inside of your thigh gently.
“Hold your leg up for me,” he murmurs.
You do, and he finally lets go.
You should really say something but the need and desire to feel what you felt that first night your father mistook you for your mom is all it takes for you to bite down that guilt and shame.
Especially when Toji grabs hold of his hard shaft, fitting his tip between your flaps, positioning himself at your tight hole.
Toji shuts his eyes in bliss, hearing you moan so lewdly and breathily as he breaches your entrance, feeling your warmth enveloping his cockhead tightly. He is slow as he sheathes his entire length inside of you, wanting to savour your fluttering walls, enjoying the way you squirm and mewl at the stretch.
When Toji finally bottoms himself inside of you, staying still for a moment to let your squelching pussy adjust to his size, he tilts his head toward you and groans, “Kiss me, baby.”
You don’t hesitate to turn your head and meet your father’s lips with yours. At once, Toji brings his hand up to cup your chin possessively, his grip gentle but firm as he swipes his tongue along the seam of your lips. Your mouth parts to let out a moan and he doesn’t waste time in slipping his tongue into your wet cavern.
He swallows a long moan from you when he pulls out slowly, leaving just his swollen tip inside of you, before he slides back in. Still not breaking the heated kiss, Toji’s tongue laps at yours, sliding along the back of your teeth, his lips massaging yours passionately. His hips don’t break stride either as he continues sliding his cock between your tight walls, his thrusts slowly gaining momentum.
The room is filled with the wet slicking noises of your father’s cock entering in and out of you, the sticky slapping of his hips against your ass, and the light smacking of your lips on each other’s.
And when your dad glides his hand down from your chin to wrap around your throat, his fingers squeezing lightly as if to gauge your reactions, you moan vulgarly into his lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Toji increases the pressure on his fingers.
Your brain feels like it has turned to mush, the cottony darkness pressing in on all sides of your mind. He groans into the kiss that is slowly turning sloppy when he feels you clamping down on his cock, your gummy walls sucking him in.
And the moment he releases the grip on your throat and oxygen rushes back into your system, at the same time making your thighs tighten and hips roll forward as you clench unyieldingly around his thick meat, Toji growls loudly into your parted lips, overridden by so much pleasure that your jaw is slack and incapable of kissing him back.
Toji has never seen his wife react to sex like this before, and it’s refreshing and hot.
Not wanting to ruin the moment, he quickly pushes aside the question of what made you change, particularly toward him and his sexual approaches.
Toji’s thrusts gain more speed, greedily slamming his cock so hard into you that your moans are heady and breathless, wanting to feel more of your compressed walls. You’re both just exchanging breaths now, panting into each other’s mouths.
“Fuck,” he curses, feeling his cock twitch inside of you.
Quickly stopping his movements, Toji slides out of you abruptly and you let out a whine at the loss of his dominating size in your aching hole.
But then panic rises up in your chest when your father throws the blanket off your bodies, his motions desperate and brisk like he is in a rush for time.
Toji climbs over you as he pushes your legs apart, already kneeling between your thighs in a second. He slaps his cock on your soaked pussy, inhaling a sharp intake of breath at the whine you let out. He doesn’t waste any more time as he slides his tip down to your fluttering entrance and penetrates you again in one swift thrust.
Your father grips your hips tightly when you lift them, arching your back against the bed, the both of you moaning loudly into the night. And before you’re even ready, he starts fucking you with an intensity and eagerness that makes you completely forget about your boyfriend’s poor excuse for making love.
You unthinkingly reach your hand down to grab hold of his fingers squeezing your waist and Toji groans. He immediately leans down to hover over you, his other hand bracing against the mattress on the side of your head to support his weight, his lips already on yours, swallowing your moans.
You don’t think when you slide your free hand around his nape, pulling him closer, hungrily kissing him back. Your legs move to circle around his waist, locking him in a missionary position.
Toji kisses you back with the same intensity without losing momentum in his fucking. In fact, his thrusts are harder now, faster. The sound of his cock slipping in and out of you is music to his ears. And the way your pussy is pulsing around him is enough to send him to overdrive.
He doesn’t break the kiss when he lets go of your hip, allowing your now vacant hand to claw at the side of his chest. You’re completely fucked out, lost in the pleasure of your father’s cock fucking you, the overbearing weight he has over your body, the messy kiss you’re engaged in, that you don’t realise that he has reached his hand out to the reading light.
Toji is so fucking close and he just wants to see your pleasured face as he fucks you, sure that just the sight of you enjoying his pounding would hurl him straight into his orgasm.
Your brow furrows when you sense a dim brightness from the corner of your closed lids. Before your languid brain can even keep up with what’s happening, your body completely overtaken by pleasure, your father’s lips are off yours and your hold around his neck breaks.
Toji’s breaths are underlined with low grunts, his cock swelling and quivering in your tightening pussy, his hips still relentless as he keeps fucking you.
And when his eyes have accustomed to the faint light illuminating the pitch darkness and he sees his daughter laying beneath him, brows furrowed as your eyes flutter open, your pink swollen lips parted to let out the prettiest of moans, Toji thought that he would have stopped.
He should have.
Especially when he watches you belatedly realise what is happening, your eyes rounding when you finally meet his, pupils trembling slightly, your entire body gone still.
He feels something stir in his chest and in his lower stomach when your cunt clench around him tightly, like a warning, or maybe a reminder that he is still fucking his daughter.
Your skin prickles with heat, your chest tight. All it took was just that one second of eye contact.
And now your father can’t stop staring at you.
And you realise that he hasn’t stopped fucking you.
Your walls pulse around his meat at that realisation, a squeeze of guilt. Maybe even of hope.
Toji doesn’t stop.
He lets out a low groan, his hands flying to your waist to grip onto you like you were leaving, his hips slamming against yours, cock pistoning in and out of you like a desperate man looking for release.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum, Princess,” he growls, face contorted into a sort of snarl.
His gaze is dark and intense as he eyes the way your face crumples into a look of pleasure and shame, exactly mirroring his own emotions. But his grasp on your waist tightens and he chases his climax as he moves your body in tandem to his fucking, pounding your body back into his hips.
You can’t think anymore.
You can’t feel the guilt or shame anymore.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure, your back bowing backwards as you make an arch in the air.
“Shit, baby,” Toji curses.
He slides a hand down to your red bundle of nerves and gives it a rub with the pad of his thumb.
“Daddy,” you choke out a gasp as your body twitches and your thighs tighten.
Finally hearing your sweet voice spurs Toji on to play with your clit, his focus entirely set on not cumming despite your quivering cunt wrapped around his cock. And the moment he sees you flailing and thrashing before him, feeling your walls tightening like they’re trying to push him out, hearing how breathless and whiny and cute your mewls are, he lets go of that restraint.
His breaths come out in low grunts as he fucks you harder in pursuit of his climax, your twitching walls clenching and unclenching around his cock like you’re trying frantically to milk him.
“Fuck!”
With a loud groan, Toji pulls out of you, his hand already wrapped tightly around his sopping wet cock, almost violently pumping his shaft as he presses his thick mushroom head to your glistening pussy.
Beyond the tunnel vision of your own orgasm, you try to focus on your father’s moans as he cums, painting your womanhood and stomach with white liquid, coating your skin with his seeds.
Toji’s orgasm almost takes as long as his daughter’s as he empties his load on your pussy. Panting, he sits back on his heels, lazily stroking himself, letting the last of his seeds drip down his slit and down his cock.
He watches the last spasm wrack your body as you lay before him, chest rising and falling below your shirt, trying to catch your breath.
The air in the room gradually becomes heavy with unspoken words and conflicting emotions now that the post-coital clarity is setting in. Toji watches your body grow still, like the way you used to in your younger days when you knew a scolding was coming your way. He lets out a long sigh.
You flinch slightly at the gentle but calloused caress on your inner thigh.
“Look at me.”
Swallowing, you very reluctantly meet your father’s gaze.
“Why are you here?” he murmurs, not unkindly.
It is his warmth and gentleness that makes tears unceremoniously form on your lashline and slip down your cheeks, startling him into a frown. But he doesn’t say anything, simply lets you grapple with your own emotions and words.
Finally, you say between sobs, “I’m s-sorry, Daddy. I sh-should have said something. Should h-have stopped you. B-but—”
“Baby,” he cuts you off sternly, a firm hand on your thigh.
This only makes you cry even harder.
Toji lets out a long exhale through his nose before moving, crawling on the bed to settle down next to you. He sits up against the headboard, a hand stroking your hair, waiting for you to calm down.
He thinks he understands what you’re feeling. And to be honest, it isn’t like he doesn’t share the same sentiments. If anything, he probably feels them more.
“Did I hurt you?” Toji whispers.
Your chest heaves as you draw in a stuttering breath. You shake your head. Toji brings his hand to wipe your tears with the back of his fingers.
“Did you feel like you couldn’t stop me?”
You swallow the thick lump of tears in your throat as you look up at him, finding him staring straight ahead in the dark room. You blink your tears away, really trying to focus on the look on his face.
Though you can only see his profile, you realise that your father is haunted by his own internal thoughts and emotions. It is not just you feeling the way you do.
“No, Daddy.”
Your trembling voice makes Toji turn to face you. His eyes trace your features, taking in your watery eyes, red nose, puffy lips. You look so pretty despite the tears.
“I—” You gulp and whisper, “I liked it. And I wanted it.”
That makes Toji frown. “You wanted it?” he repeats, almost incredulously.
Steeling yourself, you nod your head, just a minuscule action. You start, “Th-that time in the hotel room…”
It takes Toji a few seconds to put two and two together. And when he does, he pulls his hand away from your face like he’s been burnt. A tear slides down your cheek at his reaction.
“That was you?” he breathes. You bite your bottom lip from trembling as you nod, your cheeks now wetter than before. “Why didn’t you say something?”
When you don’t reply, whether out of guilt or a loss for words, your father feels his stomach dropping. He looks away from you for a long moment, takes a moment to breathe, and finally moves.
You watch him get up wordlessly to take some tissues and come back to wipe the mess on your womanhood, the whole time focused on the task at hand, not once looking at you.
And when you’re clean, he doesn’t meet your gaze when he says, “It’s late. Go back to your room.”
“Daddy—”
His eyes flit to yours and your words get stuck in your throat at the look in them.
“Please, Princess.”
This time, it is Toji avoiding you.
You try to reach out to him. To apologise, to make things right, something.
But he won’t let you.
Because when he feels your presence coming down the stairs to join your parents for a meal, he cooks up an excuse that he has to leave to make a call. Or when you leave the house just as he has parked his car on the porch, he stays in the vehicle a little longer, pretending to be busy reading an important email until you’ve left and locked the gate behind you.
Toji doesn’t know why he does these things he does.
Maybe it’s the guilt of cheating on this loveless marriage he has with his wife. Maybe it’s the anger he feels at himself for realising he enjoyed the two times he fucked his own daughter. Or maybe it’s the disappointment from finding out that you lied to him.
Well, it’s not lying if you didn’t say anything.
But still, that doesn’t make it right.
Whatever it is, Toji is frustrated. At himself, for not understanding his own thoughts. At you, for hiding the truth from him.
But mostly at himself.
Especially when he sees you shrinking back again, finally coming to terms that your relationship with him has probably been estranged, broken.
You don’t try to join in on any family meals anymore, always coming up with excuses not to. You come home late into the night when you would never bump into your dad, if you ever come home at all.
Despite living in the same house, Toji doesn’t see you anymore.
He thinks that maybe this is for the better.
He doesn’t feel bad when he’s around his wife. And he doesn’t feel that pang of emotions hitting him in his chest when he sees you.
That is until he comes home early from a dinner one weekend and passes by your room, footsteps halting when he hears quiet noises from behind the door. His entire body freezes, his breathing paused, ears perked to pick up on the muffled sounds coming from your room.
He can make out your sighs and moans which he has come to be familiar with, no matter how muted they are now through the door. And beyond that, he hears a low, droning voice. A man’s voice.
While brooding over his own thoughts, he had completely forgotten that you have a boyfriend.
He doesn’t realise his hands have balled into fists.
And when he hears the faint sound of hips slapping against hips, his jaw clenches and his chest burns.
He doesn’t say or do anything but when he walks away from your room, he makes sure his footsteps are heavy and loud. He even opens and shuts the door to his room noisily.
The fire in his chest flares even more at the sight of his bed.
The bed where he had you a few weeks ago, moaning and whimpering like a cute little thing for him.
The bed where he last saw you, the last interaction you had, no matter how intimate.
Toji stews in his anger for a long time.
That is until he hears the hasty, faraway sound of a door opening and closing and a rush of feet down the stairs.
His lips curl slightly and that fire in his chest is instantly put out, only to be replaced by pride.
He should be the only man of the house.
The only man who gets to hear those cute sounds you make, see the pretty expressions you make on your face, feel the warmth of your body.
Toji isn’t sure what time you came home. He tried to wait up. But his age caught up to him and he had fallen asleep before he could even help it.
It is almost already five in the morning when he awakes, the sky outside still dark.
Toji gets down from his bed. Leaving the room quietly, he passes the guest room that his wife prefers sleeping in, the guilt he used to feel no longer wrapping its strong grip around his chest.
He pads down the hallway and stops outside his daughter’s room. He hesitates only for a moment before opening the door, adjusting his eyes to take in the sleeping form of you curled up in bed.
He doesn’t stall this time when he enters and shuts the door quietly behind him. Toji goes over to you, gently lifting your blanket and immediately slipping into your bed behind you.
You don’t stir. Not even when he scoots closer and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his body.
The tension in his body melts away, and he finds that the mix of emotions he used to grapple with has been defeated. Instead, he only feels a sense of contentment, of desire, of yearning.
You moan at the feathery touch of lips on your neck and shoulder, slowly waking up from your slumber. You blink sleepily, noticing that it is still dark, only realising belatedly that there is a large presence behind you, holding you close. You’re suddenly acutely aware of who it is, if not for his familiar earthy scent.
“Daddy?” you croak out.
The man behind you hums, moving to kiss the shell of your ear now. “Was that your boyfriend this afternoon?” Your entire body goes still and warm. Your father slides his hand down to caress the side of your hip. “That Soturo guy?”
“Satoru,” you correct breathlessly, still unmoving.
“Hm.” You gasp when he curls his fingers to leave a scratch up the side of your thigh. “Was he any good?”
Your mind is a mess right now. But you manage to sputter, “Aren’t you still mad at me?”
Toji moves behind you to hold himself up on an elbow, hovering over the side of your face, pressing his lips to your cheeks. “Kind of. But for a different reason now.”
You turn your head slightly even though you know you can’t see him. “What?” you breathe.
You hold your breath as your father shifts, moving behind you until the reading light next to your bed illuminates your room dully. You’re squinting at the ceiling, trying to refocus your eyes, when your father’s handsome face appears before you, towering over you, his scarred lips in a thin line.
“Does Satoro make you happy?” he murmurs. Mind reeling at whether this is a trick question, you don’t answer. “Does he fuck you better than Daddy?”
You gulp. “Daddy, I—”
“Answer me.”
Under his hard gaze, you immediately shake your head. Toji hums, satisfied at your answer.
“But you bring him to my home and let him fuck you in this bed?”
“Daddy—”
You gasp when a palm strikes your cheek. Not too hard, but firm enough to shut you up and wake you up from the state of sleepiness you were in.
“Do you prefer your boyfriend’s dick over Daddy’s?” Before you even open your mouth, Toji lands another slap on your cheek. “Huh, Princess? Answer me.”
“N-No,” you whisper, thighs pressing together unknowingly.
Noticing that minor movement below him, Toji slides his knee up to press his thigh to your ass, making your breath hitch when he rubs your womanhood against his leg.
“Hm. But you invited him over when you thought I wasn’t home. Made me hear what he was doing to you.”
It is by instinct when you push your ass out to grind on his thigh. Feeling slightly accused, you say, “You were mad at me. You were avoiding me.”
Your father clicks his tongue and you already have your eyes shut when he slaps you again. He lets out a laugh through his nose.
“Baby girl learns fast,” he comments dryly. When he sees you opening your eyes again, he gives you one more slap to your cheek, causing you to whine and squeeze your lids close tightly. “Me being mad at you doesn’t mean you can bring home some stupid boy and let them fuck you under the roof I paid for. Does it?”
You shake your head meekly, which makes the corners of Toji’s lips curl up slightly. You flinch when his hand reaches out to your face, but he only strokes your warm cheek tenderly.
“Lie on your back, Princess,” he whispers. Eagerly, you do as you’re told, heart racing at what might unfold between the two of you. He pulls his leg back to give you space. “Spread your legs.”
Once you’ve done so, Toji brings his hand down, giving you a light slap between your legs. You yelp softly.
As you stare up into your father’s dark eyes, his hand finds its way under the waistband of your shorts and into your panties, his middle finger easily finding your slit that is leaking slightly with arousal. He hums, sliding his finger along your folds, spreading your slick.
“Daddy,” you whine, rocking your hips slightly to feel more friction. You give him a pitiful look. “I really am sorry for not telling you the first time. Or the second time.”
Toji takes in the small pout you wear as he licks his lips. He keeps playing with your folds, feeling your arousal build with just his finger touching you. “It’s alright, baby,” he finally says in a whisper, like he is resigned to the fact. “I only wish you told me sooner. Then we could play like this more.”
You let out a long moan when your father prods his finger at your entrance and slips his thick digit between your gummy walls coated in slick. He is slow as he slides his middle finger in and out of you, his hand cupping your pussy.
With every stroke against your wall, Toji presses an open-mouthed kiss to your face, dragging his lips across your skin until he reaches your lips, finally swallowing your moan as he kisses you. Your heart jumps in your chest as your hands snake around his neck, embracing him.
He hums into your mouth, at the same time sinking another finger into your pussy, revelling in the way you tighten around them like you’re denying him entrance though your hips are bucking, trying to bury him inside of you. Toji curls his digits before pulling them out and entering again.
He eats up your whines as he quickens the pace, allowing you to rock your hips, fucking back on his fingers, his tongue sensually dancing with yours.
Before long, he has you moaning and mewling — needier and realer than what he heard this afternoon, he notes. He continues licking and twirling his tongue around yours even as you unravel around him, thighs shaking, body quivering as your orgasm overwhelms your body.
You’re still in a daze when your father leans back and removes his fingers from your crotch, already tugging on the waistband of your pants.
“Take everything off, Princess.”
You have never been more eager to do so. As he sits up to watch you, Toji pulls down his shorts to free his cock, idly stroking his erection, letting it grow in his hand.
You’re beautiful — your body, your curves, everything.
The way the fat of your breasts jiggle when you pull off your top. The soft flesh of your stomach. The lines your thigh muscles make when you lift your hips to shrug your pants off.
Toji can barely stop himself from crawling over you, but he manages to wait until you’re finally laying before him naked in all your glory. You rest your hands on his chest, letting them slide down his torso as he towers over you.
“What about you, Daddy?”
Toji stares down at your lashes fluttering at him curiously. He shakes his head, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Mommy can’t see the both of us naked in bed, baby.”
You roll your eyes. “Mommy shouldn’t even see me naked in bed with you, then.”
A corner of his lips quirk. You’ve always been a smart girl. But he still rewards you with a slap to your face, making you gasp in surprise.
“Punishment for talking back to me,” he mutters, though he is already lowering his hips, letting his hard rod bump against your inner thigh.
You pout at your father, who only leans in to kiss your cheek. No words are exchanged as he positions himself between your lips, swiping his cockhead up and down to coat it with your arousal. He keeps his eyes on you when he eventually slots himself into your cunt, watching the way your brows fold closer, eyes glossy, bottom lip between your teeth.
He lets out a groan as he bottoms out inside of you, feeling the way your pussy squeezes around him trying to adjust to his size. Toji stays still, giving you time to breathe as he drops kisses on the side of your face, down the column of your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more access.
A trail of kisses lead down to your chest until he is face-to-face with your breasts. As he takes a nipple in his mouth, his hips start moving at a slow but steady pace and you let out a loud sigh, your hand moving to the back of his head, fingers buried in his soft hair.
With his tongue flicking at your pert nipple, his teeth slightly grazing your sensitive skin, you moan, “Daddy.”
Toji releases your tit with a pop, glancing up at you through his lashes. “Hm?”
You flicker your eyes down to watch him staring at you, tongue out, twirling and playing with your bud. He grins when he feels your walls clench tightly around him.
“Harder,” you whine.
He clicks his tongue and uses his hand to slap at your other breast. “So impatient, my little girl,” he scolds.
But your father listens anyway.
Toji gives your nipple a kiss before sitting up on his heels, his hands skimming down the sides of your body. When he reaches your lower region, he lifts your legs, putting his palms on the back of your thighs, pushing them up and widening them, your feet in the air. Toji rolls his hips slowly, observing the way your face contorts with pleasure. The cute sounds you make, though, break his restraint.
He picks up the pace and goes faster and harder, just as you asked. He curses under his breath. You always squeeze him so tight and get so wet every time he slams his cock back into you.
He thought he could have lasted longer today, wanting to punish you for what you did with your boyfriend this afternoon. But the moment he hears you breathing out his name, something in his snaps.
You gasp when he lets go of your legs and falls forward, almost on top of you if not for his hands planted on the headboard of your bed. That gasp turns into a whimpering moan when you feel how deep he is in this change of position, your legs spread wide open with his body, his cock entirely buried in your tight snatch, cockhead pushing against your cervix and igniting that knot in your stomach.
“Say that again,” he pants.
When you stay silent, pussy still fluttering around his cock, lips parted stupidly, lids hooded, Toji lands another heavy slap on your cheek, waking you up from your pleasure with a jolt.
“Say my name again,” he repeats in a growl.
You slide your hands under his shirt, touching his abs, fingernails clawing at his chest as you go higher. “Toji,” you purr. “Gonna fuck me like you mean it, hmm, Toji?”
“Fuck.”
Toji doesn’t start off slow this time. He pounds into you like an animal, your bed creaking noisily with every thrust he makes. You let out such a pornographic moan that he grunts and moves to brace his hands next to your face, lowering his head to take your lips in his to shut you up.
Your hips are moving in sync with his as you fuck yourself back on his cock, the squelching sound of your pussy taking him in and the slapping noise of your ass against his hips loud and dirty.
“Mm, I’m gonna cum, baby,” your father mutters against your lips.
“Inside, Toji,” you breathe.
“Dirty little girl.”
Your jaw goes slack when he brings his hand down to rub harshly on your clit, your hips stuttering and your pussy clamping down on his cock. The way Toji sticks his tongue into your mouth and twirls his tongue around its inside is so filthy, but so hot. And paired with his low moans, the pounding of his cock in your pussy, the massaging of your clit, your orgasm hits you with a blazing hot white flush.
“Shit, baby. I’m gonna cum in you. Daddy’s gonna cum in you, baby,” Toji moans, his hips slapping against yours loud as he rams into your throbbing pussy in one deep thrust to the hilt. “Mm, fuck! Princess.”
You feel his warm seeds spraying deep inside of you with every pulse of his cock. Toji’s breathing is irregular, his eyes shut in bliss, his forehead resting on yours. You let him empty himself in your womb as his hips make lazy strokes, riding out the last of his orgasm.
When the peak of his pleasure has waned, Toji flutters his eyes open and catches his daughter staring up at him. He lets out a breath through his nose and closes his lids again, letting the reality of the situation finally sink in.
He had been expecting some sort of remorse for fucking his own daughter, or maybe even self-contempt for wanting and enjoying this.
Instead, all he feels is weight lifting off his chest and shoulders.
He inhales deeply and presses a kiss to your hairline before unplugging your pulsating hole, rolling onto the bed next to you.
Toji feels you turning to him as he catches his breath. He glances at you and you lick your lips nervously.
“Gonna ask me to get out of my room this time?”
“Tch,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. Ignoring your little jab, Toji tucks himself back into his shorts as he wonders, “You on the pill?”
You flip to your side to face him better. “Mmhmm.”
He hums. The silence between you stretches until he finally tilts his head in your direction. He eyes you carefully.
“He nice to you?”
“Who? Satoru?” He doesn’t answer, just stays staring at you. Your head bobs slowly. “Mm, yeah. He’s a nice guy. You met him before, Daddy.”
Toji turns to face the ceiling again as he mumbles, “Don’t remember.”
You grumble and hit his chest. You’ve brought Satoru home for dinner several times, not to mention his attendance at family gatherings. He has definitely met and seen him before. Your father continues feigning ignorance, so you let out an annoyed huff and rotate your body so you’re facing away from him.
It is quiet for a while. Then the flicker of a switch cuts through the silence of the night and your room is plunged into darkness once more, though the sky outside is beginning to turn blue as dawn breaks. You hold your breath listening to the sheets ruffle behind you. Your skin prickles at the comforting warmth that embraces you from behind.
Toji slides his calloused palm down your arm until he reaches the back of your hand, his fingers slipping between yours, curling around the crevices. Naturally, you do the same. He pulls your entwined hands closer to your body.
“Does he make you happy?” your father whispers into your hair, like he is afraid to hear the answer.
“Hmm…” You’re not sure how to respond. So you think it is better to be honest. “We’ve talked about marriage. We’re pretty compatible.”
Toji waits. When you don’t continue, he supplies, “But…?”
A smile plays on your lips. Because how did he know there was a ‘but’?
“He cannot satisfy me in bed.”
There is a beat of silence before your father’s chest rumbles behind you as he laughs. You whine and struggle to move away from his hold but he keeps you close, his arms tight around you.
“Of course not,” Toji agrees. You let out an annoyed huff. Another pause. Then, “Your mother doesn’t— won’t satisfy me in bed either.”
You keep quiet, unsure what to say. You had already guessed it since the first time.
“Daddy’s little princess can, though,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to your crown.
You squeeze his fingers slightly. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you since the first time.”
“Did you?” Toji teases, laughing when you let out another whine. He gathers you impossibly closer toward him, tucking your head under his chin. “Good to hear that you’ll always be a Daddy’s girl.” He curls his legs behind yours, pressing against the back of your thighs as he folds his body around yours. “You should invite Sotaro for dinner tomorrow. Let me meet him.”
“It’s Satoru. And you have met him,” you groan. “Also, why do you even want to meet him again?” Especially after what we’ve done tonight, is what you want to add but don’t.
You feel him shrug his broad shoulders behind you. “Maybe show you the difference between a dumb boy who can’t even please his girlfriend in bed, and a man who will always put his daughter’s needs before his.”
Your heart flutters at his words, though you don’t say anything in reply. So Toji caresses the heel of your palm with his thumb as murmurs, “We’ll go to your favourite restaurant. Even buy you a nice dress and heels. So you can look pretty for Daddy when I look at you across the table.”
Your heart feels like it has drummed its way up your throat as blood flows up your face. You continue staying quiet and unmoving, uncertain of what to say, or do.
But when your father prompts you for a reply, you swallow down the heart flutters rising from your stomach.
“Hm? Okay?”
You nod your head wordlessly and press your back closer to his strong chest.
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