KIITF: The Downfall of Enji Todoroki
ao3 mirror
tags: pseudo-incest, daddy kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, womb fucking, summary: The events that lead up to Enji Todoroki, fucking his adopted daughter a/n: prequel to Keeping It in The Family
Enji had thought it was just natural protectiveness.
The unprovoked anger that bubbled forth, when he saw some boy staring at you too long.
You’d drag him and the boys out to do “family bonding”. To the zoo. The aquarium. Hell, even a few carnivals and fairs.
And at each one boys and grown men alike stared at you. Enji watched eyes rove over your curving frame, with lust and want. More than a few times he brandished a fireball at some poor civilian, that let his eyes linger on your ass a little too long.
He knew it’d only get worse as you got older, growing into a gorgeous young woman, as you were.
He sat through many dinners with boys who thought they were good enough for his Babygirl, glaring with the help of his sons. Send you out with a loving hug and a text to whoever had the district you were going on your date with full knowledge that no one would risk the virtue of Endeavor’s daughter.
He comforted you, when you got increasingly sad about your love life, with “quality time”.
It was you and him going out to the family beach house when your brother’s were busy.
And really, Enji should have picked up on it then.
He’d woken in the middle of the night to use the bathroom down the hall and had walked past your room.
The door was slightly ajar so he heard you whimpering and thought maybe you had a nightmare about the attack again, but when he’d gone to console you, he froze in the doorway.
He saw you, illuminated dimly by low lighting, face buried in your pillow as you rode a dildo attached to your headboard.
He stood there in shock listening to the loud wet squelching of your juicy cunt as you fucked yourself on the fake cock, moaning into your pillow. Enji was horrified to find himself chubbing up, watching your ass ripple against the headboard.
His hands were palming his dick, before he knew what he was doing. Slinking under the fabric of his night pants, he grasped himself in hand roughly, wincing at the dryness of his palm. He discreetly spit into his palm and stroked himself harshly to the vision of you riding your dildo.
Enji panted softly as he jerked off in your doorway, breath coming out as steam. He listened to your quick breaths and quiet moaning as your hips flexed and small hands clutched at the pillow under your head.
You were muffled, but the sweet wanton sound of your voice made your adoptive father’s dick twitch in his hand. You were captivating, there under the dim light. The wet sound of your pussy was enrapturing. It filled the space around you, loud and gooey as you fucked yourself.
Enji’s fist sped up on his now dripping dick. The sticky wetness of the man's pre-cum slicked his way as he bit his lip, staring greedily at his own daughter. He stood there imagining what yor wet gooey walls would feel like, as he pressed you further into the mattress and fucked your sloppy pussy.
He grunted as he imagined your voice begging underneath his hands, his tongue.
On his dick.
Caught in the height of his fantasy, he failed to notice you shift your face out the pillow, until he heard your voice more clearly.
“Fuck Daddy!”
Enji’s eyes snapped open, turned on and scared you would notice him.
What he did not expect was seeing your earbud’s blinking light indicating you were on the phone. Scanning your bed, Enji can see your phone screen now lit up.
Hre felt a flare of protectiveness as he realized you were clearly on the phone with some… boy.
He watched as you moaned, clearly reacting to whatever was being said. Whatever the little bastard was saying to you, made you fuck yourself faster.
“Yesyesyesyes— Fuck yes, I’d let you cum in me —”
Enji watched as you seized up, keening softly as you came on the dildo. Your whole body went rigid before you slid off the toy, flopping over onto your side.
“Uh huh, yeah. No problem, good night.” Enji watched as you ended the call and moved to get off the bed. He ducked back quickly out of sight , hoping to the gods you didn’t see him. He stands there, listening quietly, as you walk across your room to the bathroom.
He waited there with baited breath. The sound of the toilet flushing could be heard and soon after the sound of the shower.
Enji waited for several minutes before he heard the tell tale sound of music, signaling you were in the shower.
He pushed the door open, lightly, Glancing at the white door, before walking cautiously over to your bed. He caught sight of the dildo still suctioned to your headboard and had to ignore the way his dick throbbed in his thin night pants.
He looks around the room of pastel purples and greens, as if waiting to get caught.
It was still glistening with your cum. Slick and creamy as it dripped off the tip, making the man’s mouth water.
Enji was hit with the sudden shamefully damning realization that he wanted to know what your pussy tastes like. Wanted to taste it on his tongue while he fists his fat dick in the dark of his bedroom. The need took hold of him and before he knew what he was doing, he’d swiped a finger through your cum.
He hesitantly brought it to his mouth, licking it off with a moan, left hands moving to pull his leaking dick out again. He savored the sweet musky flavor on his tongue, wishing he could lick it out of you instead.
Enji’s hands stroked quickly over his dick, as he stood next to the side of your bed exhaling plumes of smoke. He reaches out his fingers again, swiping up more of your juices. He sucked on his fingers as he stroked feverishly at his heavy dick. The way you’d looked, ass jiggling on the toy. How you sounded panting out “Daddy” while you fucked yourself,
He groaned, imagining you. His dick dripped pre-cum and before he could stop it, it dripped onto your bed. Enji swore looking to see if it was noticeable, but groaned again when he saw he pre had dribbled onto your discarded panties.
He swiped the cute things up, holding them under the leaking tip of his dick. He pressed the wet seat of them to the head and admired how his pre dirtied the fabric. He loved knowing he bought you these. That you’d asked for his card, because you needed more “lady items” as you called them, as to not send him into a stammering fit again, like the first time you asked him for pads, and got yourself these lacy things.
He’d loved to see you in them, bent over your bed, pulling them to the side to show off wet brown pussy. How wet and juicy your cunt would be for him. How it would feel as he fucked into you. How you plump round ass, swallowing up your panties, while it ripples at the firm rhythm of your thrusts.
Enji wanted to see your cunt cream on his dick, like you did on your toy. Wanted to see your pretty brown pussy take him, until you were filled with his seed. Lips thick and gooey where they’d clutch him inside you
A picture formed in his head. You looked over your shoulder, pussy spread open as his cum leaked out. Your face contorted in pleasure and worry.
“D-Daddy you came in me, what if I get pregnant?”
God Enji could see it now. You freshly fucked crying over getting bred by your Daddy. Worried about carrying his child, with his fat cock still lodged in your pussy.
He’d hush you and push your head into the mattress as he slowly drilled his dick in and out of your hole. He’d watch his own cum be dragged out on his dick, as he held you there. Smack your round ass, watching it jiggle and bounce with each impact, with a hand on the back of your neck.
“Shh baby, let Daddy breed this pussy.”
The nasty words were whispered to the still room, as his big warm hand stroked furiously over his flesh. Pre dripped heavily from his length, making the seat even messier. He briefly glanced at the door to your bathroom, before snatching your panties up wrapping them around his dripping girth,
He bit into his fist as he moaned. Thinking of how sweet you’d sound sobbing on his dick, gasping, giving shaky pleas for him not to cum in your pussy again. Of your pussy squeezing him tighter as he fucked you deep.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl, lemme have this tight lil’ pussy. Give it all to Daddy. I’ll leave it nice and full.”
His heavy sac tightened and he moaned as he came into the wet crotch of your panties, clinging lewdly to his tip.
He watched as the delicate fabric was dirtied with thick spurts of cum, seeping through and dripping onto her sheets.
He stood there panting, steam escaping his mouth as he came to terms with what he just did. He stared at his softening length still wrapped in your panties, when he heard the shower turn off.
With reflexes honed through over 20 years of Hero work, he hastened to your bedroom door, slipping out, and creaking it back to being nearly closed. He sprinted back to his door, tucking his dick away and clenching your soiled underwear in his fist.
When he made his way back into his room, he leaned against the door heavily.
He moved fast enough for you not to see him. To know your Daddy had just jerked off with your panties while you showered.
It was all just a fluke and he knew whatever had provoked him to do and think such depraved things would pass.
It had to.
It did not, in fact, pass.
After that night Enji became acutely aware of you. Your presence. Your proximity, the way you smelled. The way you moved. How you dressed yourself when you went out.
He had asked if you had wanted to go off and get some of your necessities without him, but you simply smiled at him.
“Why would I do that, when I can have you carry all my things Daddy?” The mischievous way your eyes twinkled made his dick twitch in his pants.
After you’d both gotten home that evening, he’d locked himself up in his office, knowing you wouldn’t disturb him there. It had taken less than 30 seconds before he leaning against his office door, dick firmly in hand and jerking off to the memory of your voice saying “Daddy” over and over.
To say he was ashamed was an understatement.
But he just couldn’t bring himself to stop.
Especially when he had you still soiled panties, stuff away in his desk drawer. On his most depraved lapses in judgement, he’d bury his nose in them, while he fucked his fist in the safety of his study.
Sometimes if he was unlucky, you’d shout at him through the door, asking after something like if he needed his Hero suit sent to the cleaners or if he wanted you to just bring dinner to him.
On those horrible occasions, he’d steady his voice to answer you, but the entire time, his fist moved over his fat dick, as he came with a silent groan.
Those were his most ashamed. He couldn’t go any lower than that. Or so he thought.
One day he’d come home, early, not being needed for the recent villain attacks as of late. You’d both been staying at the beach house, him having been stationed in Miyako for several months.
When he came home the house was silent. He made his way through, looking for you, to see if you wanted take out that night, only to realize the faint music he could hear coming from the back of the house was probably drowning him out. He figured you may be in the kitchen.
Imagine his surprise, when he saw the curtains open to the sliding door and your topless form, sunbathing in a lawn chair.
His mouth went dry as he stared at your ample breasts out for the world to see. His eyes roved over you greedily, taking everything in. Your bikini top is pooled on the table next to you, the dark yellow thing laughing at him. Your skin glowed under the sunlight, shining with a golden sheen.
He licked his lips as he caught sight of your dark peaked nipples. The deep contrast of your areola against sable brown skin was so beautiful and tempting, that the man couldn’t stop himself from subconsciously leaning close to the spotless glass.
To his shame, his heavy dick pressed against the glass, through the thin material of his Hero suit. He’d removed the cup in the car, and now the thick line of his dick was easily visible in the immodest blue fabric.
It jumped at the sight of you rubbing sunscreen over your skin, loving the way you paid your tits extra attention.
Before Enji knew what had come over him, he was unzipping the hidden zippers on the front of his suit, to let his dick flop heavily against the glass. The cool sensation made him wince, but didn’t deter him at all. He stood there, fat dick dirtying the door with his messy pre-cum, as he slowly rutted against it.
His eyes scanned the tall privacy fence around the perimeter of the yard, ensuring no one could see either of you, before he braced his hand on the frame and began a slow grind against the door. Enji just drank in your nude form. He thought of his own large hands running over all that smooth skin, spreading sunscreen across your shoulders. Down over your tits. He groaned at the thought of teasing dark nipples. Getting to twist and tweak until you whined, before he kept going.
Just as he thought of sliding his hands under your bottoms, you moved. He paused, as he watched you, look at the fence briefly, before you wriggled out of your bottoms.
His breath caught in his throat as you spread your legs on the chair and your hand disappeared between them. He licked his lips as you circled your clit, watching as your mouth opened in a moan drowned out by music.
His hips moved faster now, pre-cum slicking his way, as he watched you touch yourself in broad daylight.
Enji braced his hands on the door frame and pressed the underside of his dick against once spotless glass. He gently began humping the smooth pane, as he watched you writhe in pleasure in broad daylight. Precum dripped heavily from the tip, he fucked his gith against the door.
He imagined how soft you’d feel under her. How lush your thighs would be when he grabbed them in large hands. How warm you’d be after resting in the rays of the sun.
How wet you’d be when sank his dick deep in your pussy.
The plaster and metal of the door dented and cracked under the force of Enji’s grip. His hips grew more feverish in their rutting. He puffed out smoke and grunts as he imagined how you’d look spread beneath him. How puffy brown lips would stretch around his dick.
The image stayed with him, as he watched you work your pussy from afar. He kept the image of your juicy cunt wrapped around his dick, as he watched your body seize and watch a torrent of thick fluid shoot from between your legs.
Enji swore as he felt his balls draw up and his fat dick twitch as spurt after spurt of thick white steaming cum. He grunted loudly as he watched you squirt, making a mess of the lounge chair as he dirtied the glass door. Taking hold of his still twitching dick, he stroked himself until the last of his nut dotted the glass.
He stood there panting, body zigging as he calmed his breathing, already thinking of cleaning his mess and making a hasty escape, until the sharp sound of cracking filled the air.
Enji watched as the glass under his cum slowly fractured and the fissures spread up and across the pane.
Enji scrambled to put his dick away and zipped his Hero suit, while panicking. He watched as the glass cracked and crumbled from the frame loudly.
The sound overwhelmed the music from the yard and He watched as you scramble to drape a towel over you and turn around to look over the back of the chair.
“Daddy?”
Boy if that word didn’t make Enji’s dick twitch in his suit.
“Y—Yeah Sweetheart, just me. I may have walked into the glass thinking it was open. Don’t worry I’ll clean it up, use the side door for now.”
You beamed at him sweet and innocent. Big sweet eyes shining as you nodded at him.
As if you didn’t just make yourself squirt in broad daylight where God and everyone could see.
“Ok Daddy, whatever you say.”
“Hmm.” Enji made a quick escape to find the broom and dust pan, hoping to every god that she didn’t see the splatter of his cum on the broken shards of glass.
Enji sat in his dark living room while his boys piled on the couch, flopping over and stretching out on all surfaces in preparation for Movie night.
Enji found himself slumping on the love seat, ready to spend quality time with his family. Tonight you were watching some very American slasher flick from pre-quirk Era. Something about a ghost’s face. And it was six movies long!
You came out with Shoto carrying snacks and drink, already gnawing on a peach ring that was hanging out your mouth. He watched you set down the trays with your brother, and tried not to focus on the fact that you were in only an oversized t-shirt.
Touya wasn’t though. “Is that Natsuo’s shirt?”
Across the room, Natsuo blushed, but it went unnoticed.
You ignored the snark in your older brother’s voice, knowing by now to just act like he wasn’t trying to goad you into an argument. “Mn, I have to do laundry tonight, but needed to shower today after Sunbathing.” Your cute nose bunched up, “I smelled like outside.”
Touya narrowed his eyes at you clear confusion at what that meant, but Shoto interrupted.
“Nee-chan needed clothes and Natsuo’s the only one whose frame is built wide enough,” Shoto said with a shrug.
"So that erases her need of pants?" Touya grumbled, but Enji finally interrupted.
"Touya leave Y/n alone. This is her home, she can wear what she wants. Like all of you can."
He looks away, grumbling.
Seeing the clear argument that was ready to breakout among the men in your family and Touya, you moved to diffuse it. “Daddy can I sit with you during the movie?” You asked, grabbing your weighted blanket from the couch Natsuo was fighting with Touya over.
“It’s a lil’ chilly?” You appeased smiling toothy sweet smiles you knew your Daddy couldn’t resist. Enji made space for you and you gave a cry of triumph before joining him on the big plush loveseat. Shoto turned off the lights as Touya pressed play on the movie.
A classic scene started with a strawberry blonde with a fuck ass bob answering her house phone alone in the house and Enji sighed, settling in for whatever this was.
Time went on and Enji found himself actually enjoying the movie, surprised when it turned out to be a murder duo. He was engaged as Shoto started the next one. Slowly though they started to tire out. Natsuo and Shoto nodded off by the end of the second film. Only you, Enji, and Touya remained conscious as the third film started.
You subconsciously maneuvered yourself against him and Enji was surprised he didn’t notice until your soft supple bottom nestled firmly on his lap, under the blanket. Enji peaked at you to see if you noticed where you were, but he saw you were asleep.
Enji reached for your hips under the blanket, only for rough hands to meet bare skin.
He froze and cast his eyes to Touya, only to realize his eldest son had fallen asleep. He took a deep breath savoring the scent of you, while feeling thoroughly at your hips. Running his large hands around your hips, he found no cloth. Taking a chance he let his hand trail lightly over your backside and found you to have no panties on.
Enji felt himself grow hard immediately.
His sweet little girl was laying against him, her bare ass pressed against the thin material of his sweatpants, where his erection strained against the fabric.
He glanced at Touya again, confirming he was asleep along with your brothers. He looked back down at you, maneuvering you so he could bury his face in your curls, that peaked out of the top of your scarf. He inhaled deeply and reveled in the soft warm scent of you.
You smell so good. Like cinnamon rolls and a smell that was so uniquely you that he sat there huffing it in, more than watching a movie. He felt himself chubbing up underneath you and he had one terrible thought.
He wanted to feel you.
The bare wet brown folds of your pussy, on his dick. It’d be so easy like this. Just pull his long thick girth from his sweats and let it have one sinful abhorrent feel of your cunt.
Enji looked at his son’s sleeping form on the couch, face slack with sleep and bites his lip as he eases himself out of his sweatpants., holding you up with one hand. His dick twitches outside the confines of his pants, against his lap as his thick fingers separated fat brown lips. With a steamy exhale he sat you on his dick, where it lay between his legs.
With bated breath he holds you in place by your hips, while he thrust gently. Your pussy is hot against him, making him swear under his breath. The tip of his dick nudged into your clit on each stroke and your hot cunt slickened at the sinful stimuli.
Enji groaned as your juices eased the way for him. The slick sound of your pussy is muffled only by the blanket but, it was loud and clear for Enji. He looks down and can’t help the filth that leaves his mouth at the sight of your pussy cream staining his fat dick.
“Christ Y/n. Look at what you're doing to Daddy’s dick. So fucking nasty—Shit!”
On the forward stroke his head caught and nudged into the gooey tight opening of your pussy and fluttered around him and just his tip penetrated you.
You stir in in arms and he takes no heed as he continues to rock forward, savoring the way you contracted and dripped down his dick.
"This is so wrong. I’m violating my baby girl in her sleep. I'm a monster," Enji thought and it just made his dick jump where it rested inside you, spurting hot precum into you. “Fuck I’m sorry Sweetheart. Daddy’s so fucking sorry,” he whispered as he continued to fuck you on the tip of his dick.
The pleasure of your hot cunt made the man forget his initial hesitancy and resolve to just feel your pussy, as he rutted shallowly into you. He bit into his lip to muffle his moans from his son who he darted a guilty look at.
Touya lay sleeping on his side, blanket covering him from head to toe. From the shape of him he’s facing them, so Enji knew he had to stop soon…
But your pussy was heaven.
Against his better judgement, he kept shallowly stroking into your pussy, savoring the gooey heat that cradled the tip of his cock. He could cum like this. Just from the wrongness and taboo of violating you, in your sleep. In front of your family.
He shuddered, resolving to stop before he got caught. He pulled out of you, preparing to right you. If he stopped now, you wouldn’t wake up.
He looked down at where you were joined and savored the wet gooey strokes of your pussy. He let his tip catch on the entrance at your pussy enjoying the way his precum bridged the gap between your bodies. Enji knew he could cum just from lightly fucking your pussy so he gathered his resolve and what little sense he had and pulled you off his dick and rested you on his thighs.
He was ready to put his dick away, when your hips rolled back on his dick. Gasping as you sank back onto his long thick girth. He gasped and scrambled to muffle his moans in the back of your neck.
“ Fuck!”
On the couch Touya shifted and Enji’s eyes darted to him, watching him until he stopped shifting, before he turned his attention back to you. Your walls were clenching as you ground back into him. Wide hips winded and he could do nothing as your wet pussy fucked back onto him, but wheeze to keep himself from waking your brother
“Daddy, why’d you stop?”
Enji froze at the sound of your voice, the soft whine stretching through your words, making him twitch inside you. “Y—Y/n?!” He whisper shouts into the silence.
You moaned and kept winding on in dick. “Mmph Daddy why’d you stop,” you asked as you turned your head to look at him. “It felt so good Daddy. Wasn’t I wet enough?”
Your hips moved faster, fucking your pussy down on his dick in a gooey loud staccato rhythm, that had him clutching hotly at your hips to stay sane.
“I’ve been trying so hard to get your attention, Daddy. I left my door open. I fucked myself in broad daylight. I listened to you beat your dick almost every day in your office. I even drugged the boys, because I was tired of waiting.” You panted out and you planted your feet and worked up a steady pace of fucking your father.
Enji was flabbergasted.
“Y/n! Y—You mean to tell me, you’ve known this w—whole time and you’ve just been—” He was cut off when you allowed yourself to fully sit on his dick and the full tightness of your previously virgin cunt, cradled him.
The moan he let out was loud and obscene, but the drugs you fed your family were clearly working, because no one stirred.
Enji’s head spun as you threw the blanket off and exposed both of your sex to the warm air of the room. He looked over your shoulder, at where he sat inside you, gooey white cream coating him and already sliding down his balls.
Your brown hand reached up and cupped his jaw, and pressed your back flush to him. “You feel so good, Daddy,” you whined as your pussy rippled around him.
He gripped your hips for purchase, mentally reeling and physically tortured by your revelation.
“B— Babygirl, you’ve been t—trying to get me to—To fuck you this whole time?” It’s a choked out question and accusation. How could he not know his darling daughter was this devious sinful thing. So desperate for her Father’s dick, she’d plot scheme and drug her family to get what she wants.
“Mmph yeah,” you sighed out as you began moving your hips again. The feeling of him inside you was euphoric. He filled you to bursting, a thick hot sensation you didn’t you needed until that moment. “Been wanting this dick for years Daddy.”
Enji grunted as you began riding him again. Your hand was an anchoring force as he tried to breath through the act, but it was proving futile. The need you’d been apparently cultivating in him was too great. His hands moved from your hips, to your thighs, taking away your ability to ride him as he hold you aloft.
He he held you like that as his control finally snapped.
He drove into the wet grip of your pussy, with abandon. Let that sweet forbidden heat cradled and hug him while he kissed along your neck, exhaling steam from his excitement. “This what you wanted? This what you’ve been desperate for all this time? Go on Y/n, tell Daddy what a desperate pussy his daughter has.”
Keening you obliged.
“Had my first wet dream of you Daddy. You’d been going to the spring at the other vacation home. I don’t know what was happening, but your dick was hard under your towel and I saw the tip leaking,” You moaned out. “I went back to my room and pressed my pussy against my pillow to relieve the pressure and fell asleep.” You paused at the fat tip of his dick touched your cervix and your eyes rolled back.
“ Yesyesyes! Daddy don’t stop!” You were so full, the bliss of finally being fucked by him, was like anything you’d ever expected.
But your father was not letting you off easy.
“No one told you to stop talking, Y/n,” he groaned out. “Keep talking.”
Whining, you had no choice but to continue. “I dreamt of you, calling me into the hotspring. You were already jerking off, on the bench by the pool. I was still in my UA uniform and you told me to take the blazer off and come kneel at your fee—”
You were cut off by Enji pulling you off his cock. It left you feeling empty and unsatisfied, until he manhandled you into facing him. He sat you on his lap, and you were allowed to see him in all his flushed glory.
His face was sweaty as blue eyes started lustfully at you. You watched big strong hands reach up and tear Natsuo’s shirt right down the middle, exposing ebony skin. Your wore no bra and your father’s eyes locked onto the fact as he incinerated the shirt in his hand.
Ashes fell but you paid it no mind as took your hips in hand once more and held you aloft, so your titties were level with his face.
“Keep going,” he growled out before latching onto your nipple.
Your breath hitched as his hot mouth latched on. A hot tongue teased your hardened peak, before he started sucking. Still you had to go one.
“You poured the basin sitting beside you down my shirt and watched it become translucent. When you could see the bright red of my bra, you started beating off over me. You made me watch as you leaked and dripped onto my shirt and I was so wet. You were so close to coming and the pleasure was building for me,”you panted through the pleasure. “I woke up just as you came, and realized I’d been humping my pillow in my sleep.”
He groaned into your soft flesh as you spoke, turned on by the fantasy and the taboo of you grinding your sweet pussy on your pillow. He swapped tits, licking and sucking the other as he’d done it’s twin.
“I stole one of your sweaters and fucked myself like that for the rest of third year,” you whimpered. “Please Daddy use my pussy again. I’ll be good, just put it back,”you begged wanting the feeling you desperately fought for.
Enji, complies, pulling away from your chest, with a single wet strand of drool between you. A hand leaves your hip, to take hold of his own turgid flesh and hold it up to catch on the gooey lips of your pussy.
He’d heard enough and is ready to give you exactly what you want.
He pulls you down on him, readjusting his grip on you with both hands. You both swear as he bottoms out, before the real fun begins.
Enji drags you up and down his dick mercilessly. Holds your wide stretch mark covered hips to bruising as he strokes you out to tears. It’s glorious as he pounds your cunt out the frame. All the while panting filth.
“I never expected to have raised a slut, Y/n. Daddy could never have known that you needed me this bad.” His lips find your jaw, kissing and sucking a purpling hickey there. “I’ll be sure to make sure this pussy never forgets me now, Y/n. Just keep you home, so you can be split open on Daddy’s dick as soon as my Patrol is over.”
He pulls back to look into your dark eyes. They’re hazy with lust and your plump mouth is open in a desperate continuous moan. He knows he’ll slide his dick between them later. Watch you gag and gasp around him, as he uses your throat to empty his balls over and over.
“God Sweetheart, this pussy is euphoria personified. Such a perfect gooey thing.” Steam exhales through his nose. “I can’t wait to fuck it to the shape of this dick.”
You shuddered, wanting the filth he spouted more than anything.
“We’ll go to the vacation house first chance we get. You’ll put on your old uniform suck Daddy’s dick, like the good obedient girl I raised you to be and I’ll violate your pretty mouth until I’m satisfied.”
You keened at your father’s assertion, body hot and pussy spasming. He fucked you earnestly now, drilling you down on his dick, until the sound of your gushy walls drowning out the movie still playing. It was obscene and wrong and hot . You were so close to cumming. You just needed something else.
Your legs clench around where they rest on your father’s waist, as you held on to him on the downward stroke. You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and look feverishly into his eyes. He’s dick is seated in you, all the way to your cervix. The entrance of your womb kissing the tip in that way that electrified your body.
“Daddy, like this. Fuck me just like this. Make me sit on it, while you fuck me deep,” you plead, needing that overwhelming pressure as he dug you out.
Understanding what you meant immediately, Enji growled and held your pelvis flush to his as he fucked you with abandon.
All his frustration and shame went into the act, pleading with the part of himself that knew this was an awful thing to do, to forgive him. His palms were heating and he knew you’d be marked when they finally came away, but you didn’t flinch. Didn’t cry out in pain. Just leaned into him and moaned better than any whore he’s ever seen. He felt the soft fleshy entrance to your womb give as he destroyed your cunt.
He looked over your head and saw his sleeping sons. Natsuo and Shoto were dead to the world, but Touya?
He was staring right at you both, blanket gone, hand around his cock. He furiously stroked as he watched you get fucked and Enji felt a renewed wave of lust wash over him.
The enthusiasm of his thrust grew more ardent as he battered his way inside you. Touya’s seem to match and he let the taboo of that slide down his spine and power his desire.
To you it manifested as the feeling of his dick pummeling it’s way inside you, The head pressed in in in until the hot euphoria of completion wracked your nerves. It seared through you as you gripped onto Enji and cried out long and loud.
“Daddy! Oh Gods Daddy yes!”
Enji swore as you creamed on his dick, babbling into his chest, as you found nirvana in his arms.
His orgasm hit him like a mac truck, and he groaned as he filled your womb with one hot spurt of cum after the other. He caught sight of Touya spurting over his own fist, before the feel of your pussy wringin him dry to the last drop, made his eyes roll back.
When he finally finished, he realized he had fallen back against the chair. His eldest son panted where he lay prone on the couch and he glanced down at you, to find you snoozing on his chest softly.
He sighed, taking a moment to figure out how to proceed. When his brain could string together more than half a sentence, he spoke.
“You gather your wits and clean yourself up. I’ll take your sister to my room and clean up. Then we’ll come and carry your brothers to their room.”
Touya made a face, but didn’t argue. “Yes Father.”
Enji nodded and stood, holding you gently. He nodded to his eldest and carried you out of the living room. He’d handle everything quickly now.
That way, when you woke up, he’d be back to you and ready for round two.