‘Daddy's Better.’
Doppo Orochi X FEM! Reader 18+ Oneshots
Summary : You found yourself alone with your intimidating ‘soon-to-be’ father-in-law, Doppo Orochi. What begins as a tense dinner quickly turns into a dangerous, forbidden encounter in a shared bedroom of you and Katsumi.
Warnings: psuedo-incest, mild dubcon (bcs Reader is uneasy at first), cheating, blowjob, titsuck, kissing, vaginal penetration, ejaculation
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The soft glow of the low hanging lantern in the traditional dining room cast long shadows across the tatami mats. Sitting across from Doppo Orochi, your father-in-law, the weight of the evening pressing down on you like the humid summer air outside.
Dinner had been simple yet hearty. Steaming bowls of miso soup with tender tofu and wakame seaweed, grilled mackerel seasoned with just a hint of soy and grated daikon, fluffy white rice still warm from the rice cooker, and a side of pickled vegetables that crunched satisfyingly between your teeth. Natsue had prepared it all before leaving for the hospital to visit her friend, her absence leaving the house unusually quiet except for the occasional creak of old wood.
Appetite fading as your mind wandered to Katsumi again. He was still at the Shinshinkai dojo, pushing through recovery from those awful burns and injuries after the fight with Doyle. The fire... God, just thinking about it made your chest tighten. You worried constantly, but he refused to slow down. The dojo needed him now that Doppo had stepped back.
You stopped chewing mid-bite, your chopsticks hovering. Doppo ate methodically, his powerful jaw working in silence, eyes fixed on his bowl. That raw, intimidating aura of his always made the air feel thicker around him—nothing like Katsumi's warmth. You swallowed and spoke softly, "Dad, why don't you wait for mom? You don't have to eat with me. I'm fine alone."
Doppo didn't look up immediately. He took a slow sip of water, his throat bobbing as he gulped it down. Then, in that deep, gravelly voice that commanded respect without effort, he said, "Don't talk while eating. It's disrespectful."
Heat flushed your cheeks. Right. The Orochi family was still so traditional, so conservative. With Katsumi and Natsue, you could laugh and chat freely, but Doppo... he was different. Harder. More primal. You nodded quickly and returned to your food, the silence stretching until the meal ended.
After clearing the dishes, you retreated to your room... the one you shared with Katsumi when he was home. The fusuma doors slid shut behind you with a soft whisper. Then, you changed into a light yukata, the fabric cool against your skin, and sat on the futon, hugging your knees. Worry for Katsumi gnawed at you, but underneath it, something else stirred tonight. An uneasiness around Doppo that had always felt... charged.
A knock, firm, authoritative—sounded at your door. "Come in," you called, voice smaller than you intended.
Doppo Orochi entered, his broad frame filling the doorway. He wore a simple dark yukata, the muscles of his chest and arms visible beneath the cloth. His eyes scanned the room once before locking onto you. The door closed behind him with a decisive click.
"You and Katsumi fuck in this room, don't you?" he said bluntly, his voice low and rough, carrying no shame. "Actin' like I didn't hear? I have sharp senses, y'know. Those little moans you try to hide... the way the floor creaks at night."
Your heart slammed against your ribs. Shame flooded you, hot and immediate, but so did a treacherous spark of heat between your legs. "D-Dad... what are you—"
He stepped closer, towering over you on the futon. "Don't play innocent. You're living under my roof. Katsumi's always at the dojo, leaving you here... worried, needy. I see it in your eyes every time he walks out that door."
You looked away, cheeks burning, but your thighs pressed together instinctively. "This is wrong... He's your son..."
Doppo's hand reached down, tilting your chin up with surprising gentleness for a man of his power. His expression was intense, those sharp eyes boring into yours. "And I'm the one who built this family. The one who taught him everything. But he's still just a boy compared to me."
The tension crackled. You should have told him to leave. Instead, your breath hitched as he knelt in front of you.
"Let's start with this," he murmured, his large hands moving to the obi of your yukata. With deliberate slowness, he untied it, the fabric parting like a curtain. Cool air kissed your bare skin as he pushed the yukata off your shoulders, letting it pool around your waist. Your breasts were exposed, nipples already pebbling under his gaze. He drank in the sight, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
"Beautiful," he said softly, almost reverently, before leaning in. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking deeply while his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak. You gasped, back arching involuntarily. His other hand cupped your other breast, thumb brushing the nipple before pinching lightly.
"Ahh... Dad... this is so wrong..." you whimpered, but your hand came up to cradle the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. Shame made your voice pathetic, shaky. "Katsumi... he trusts us... but it feels..."
Doppo switched to the other nipple, licking and sucking with more hunger, teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt. "That's it. Let Daddy hear how much you need this." His words were soft but dirty, laced with dominance. "Katsumi doesn't appreciate them like this, does he? Too busy training."
He continued for long minutes, alternating between sucking hard enough to leave faint marks and gentle, teasing licks that had you squirming. Your pussy was growing wet, soaking the yukata beneath you. Expressions of raw pleasure crossed his face—eyes half-lidded, brow furrowed in concentration, like he was savoring a hard-won victory.
Finally, he pulled back, lips glistening. Then, he cupped your face and kissed you deeply, tongue pushing past your lips without hesitation. It was a claiming kiss—messy, dominant, his tongue stroking yours, exploring every corner of your mouth. You moaned into it, pathetic and needy, kissing back with shameful eagerness. "Mmmph... Daddy..."
When he broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected your lips. Doppo stood, shedding his own yukata to reveal his powerful, scarred body. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and undeniably bigger than Katsumi's. It throbbed heavily, the head already leaking precum.
"Look at it," he commanded, voice husky. "My cock's bigger than Katsumi's, right? Made to stretch a woman properly."
You stared, mesmerized and ashamed, licking your lips. "It's... so much bigger, Daddy. Katsumi's is nice but... yours looks like it could ruin me." The words spilled out in a horny, shameful whisper. This is pathetic, but the ache between your legs only grew.
You reached out with both hands, wrapping them around his massive shaft. It was hot, pulsing in your grip. Slowly, you stroked him, feeling every ridge and vein and you leaned forward, tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting his salty precum. Doppo groaned, hand resting on your head. "Good girl. Suck Daddy's cock. Show me how grateful you are for a real man."
You took him into your mouth, lips stretching wide around his girth. It was a struggle, but you bobbed your head, sucking sloppily while your hands pumped the base you couldn't fit. Lewd wet sounds filled the room—as you worked him eagerly. Tears pricked your eyes from the size, but you didn't stop, moaning around him. "Mmm... so big... Daddy's cock is perfect..."
Doppo's expression was one of pure satisfaction, lips parted, breathing heavy. "Fuck, yes. Katsumi could never fill your mouth like this. You're choking on me already, and you're loving it."
After several minutes of your devoted skills—spit dripping down your chin, hands twisting and stroking, he pulled you up. "Enough. Turn around."
You obeyed shakily, standing on trembling legs. He positioned you for standing doggy style, bending you slightly at the waist, hands gripping your hips firmly. Yukata hung loosely around your elbows as his huge cock rubbed against your soaked folds, teasing your entrance. "Beg for it," he whispered hotly against your ear.
"Please, Daddy... fuck me. I need your big cock... Katsumi hasn't touched me in so long, and yours is so much better..." Your voice was breathy, full of shameful desperation. "I'm such a bad girlfriend... but I want you to ruin me."
With a powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you. The stretch was intense, making you cry out. "Ahhhn! Too big—Daddy, you're splitting me open!" But it felt incredible. He started moving, hips slapping against your ass in a steady, deep rhythm. Rough hands groped your tits from behind, pinching nipples, then slid down to squeeze and spread your ass cheeks.
"Feel that? Every inch better than my son's. Tighter fit around me." His dirty talk was relentless, soft yet commanding. "Your pussy is gripping me like it knows who it belongs to now."
The position allowed deep penetration, his cock hitting spots Katsumi never could. You pushed back against him, moaning loudly, expressions of ecstasy twisting your face—eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Sweat glistened on both your bodies. He fucked you harder, one hand coming around to play with your clit, rubbing firm circles that made your knees buckle.
"Daddy! Oh god, right there—your fingers on my clit feel so good... I'm gonna cum... please don't stop!" You were pathetic, babbling. "Katsumi never makes me feel this full... this wet... I'm sorry, but you're so much better!"
Doppo chuckled darkly, thrusting faster. "That's right. Daddy's better at everything. Training, fighting... fucking his son's woman."
He brought you to the edge quickly, orgasm crashing over you in waves, pussy clenching around his thick cock. But he didn't stop, prolonging it with relentless clit play and deep strokes until your legs shook.
Finally, he pulled out, stroking himself furiously. Hot ropes of cum painted your buttcheeks and lower back, thick and plentiful. You shivered at the feeling, pushing your ass back against him.
He guided you to the futon for the final. Spooning on the mattress, he lay behind you, one hand lifting one of your legs and sliding back inside your cum slick pussy. The position was intimate, his chest pressed to your back, thick forearm wrapped around you to hold your neck tight. Slow, deep thrusts now—grinding rather than pounding.
"Feel that, girl?" His voice was low, breath tickling your neck. "Daddy fucks you better even when he's gentle."
You whimpered, turning your head to kiss him sloppily. "Yes, Daddy... fuck me slow like this. It feels so deep... I'm addicted already. Such a shameful whore for you... my father-in-law's cock is ruining me better than Katsumi..."
The penetrations built another orgasm, slower this time, your bodies moving in perfect sync. His grunts mixed with your moans. When you came again, shuddering in his arms, he held you tight, kissing your shoulder.
Quick aftercare followed. Doppo gently wiped you clean with a cloth from the room, his touches surprisingly tender. He helped readjust your yukata, brushing hair from your sweaty face. "You did good," he murmured. "Katsumi doesn't need to know how much better Daddy is."
He dressed quickly, that powerful aura returning as he stood. With one last intense look—mixing lust, and warning... he slipped out of the room before Natsue or Katsumi could return, leaving you alone on the futon with body still aching deliciously, mind swirling with guilt and satisfaction. The forbidden bond had begun. And deep down, you knew you'd crave it again.
