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It’s a cool fall evening when Fuyumi wakes, shaking, in a cold sweat. Fear is coursing through her from the nightmare she just escaped. She doesn’t have nightmares often, not lately anyway, but when she does she struggles to shake them. This one has frightened her to her core, yet she can’t remember what she dreamt.
She knows she is getting a bit too old to ask her parents for help and comfort in situations like this. She is twelve now, a preteen, that comes with new responsibilities. She tries to lay back down, but every sound and creak of the house makes her jump. She wants to be held close and told she will be okay.
Maybe she can crawl in bed with her parents one last time, just for tonight. She isn’t grown up yet, her mom will still hold her safe and sound until she falls back to sleep. If her father protests to her joining them then maybe her mom will come sit with her till she falls asleep. Just one last time.
Fuyumi climbs out of bed, and wraps herself in a robe. Being a preteen also comes with new bodily developments. She barely fits in her nightdress anymore, her breasts have grown significantly since the last time her mother took her shopping. Her robe has become a must if she is going to leave her room.
Her slippered feet pad softly through the large Todoroki estate. Her parents’ room is on the other side of the house, she can walk through the dark to get there. She will be safe once she is there.
She doesn’t knock. Instead she creaks the door open to peek inside. Her heart sinks to see her father alone on the futon.
Mother isn’t here anymore.
Not since she hurt Shouto.
Fuyumi knows it isn’t that simple, nothing about her family is simple. She is torn, missing her mother, knowing it wasn’t on purpose, being angry at her father, and feeling very protective of her younger brother. It is hard to sort out how she feels about it all.
But she still needs comfort, she needs to not be alone.
Father is sleeping soundly, he would likely not notice her at all.. . Fuyumi considers leaving, returning to her own room and trying to be a big girl, but shaking and echoes of her nightmare still haunt her…
Besides, Father has always had a soft spot for her, he is kinder to her than to her brothers. Maybe she can still get the parental comfort she needs without him even noticing. That way she can avoid the embarrassment. If he does wake he won’t yell at her, he might send her away, but she wouldn’t be in trouble.
Fuyumi pads silently into the room, she will leave early before her father wakes. She won’t have to face or risk his reaction. A perfect plan.
She nods to herself in determination and approaches her mother’s side of the large futon.
As her robe slips off her shoulders and onto the floor Fuyumi feels a brief twinge of something, something similar to shame about her developing body. She feels no longer allowed to be close to her own father. It would be easier to receive the age appropriate support and attention she craves if her body wasn’t so determined to make her look like an adult already. She doesn’t want to look so grown up.
Despite her hesitation she knows this was the right decision. Her father’s warmth is comforting for once, rather than smothering. She feels toasty, comfortable, and able to drift quickly back asleep. Nothing could hurt her while she is here, not even her nightmares.
Her father rolls over in his sleep, curling around her tiny body. It isn’t unpleasant, but it takes her by surprise. Heat courses through Fuyumi, the heat of her father’s passive fire quirk and something else, something low and tense in her lower stomach.
She can only imagine it is some form of embarrassment to be so close to her father, especially without him knowing. Her back lightly grazing his chest. She feels so small.
And then a strong arm catches her off guard, pulls her backwards, her body now flush against her father’s chest.
“Indulge me,” his whispers in a strange voice she has never heard before, his breath hot against her hair.
Fuyumi feels her blood run cold. She stays still, frozen with fear of being caught, fear of...something she can’t quite place. She is completely enveloped by her father’s large body. She can feel something large and hot pressed just below her ass, resting between her plush thighs. She can feel her own father’s cock. She isn’t a child, she isn’t naive and she knows what he wants.
Her abdomen feels tight, warm, the way she feels when reading a teen romance manga...or playing an otome game she is too young to play.
She swallows heavily, unmoving otherwise and wrestles with herself. She needs to-
Hot kisses graze her shoulder, tracing up her neck. Any thoughts she had of escape are chased away. Her neck is sensitive and his kisses quickly deepen, he is going to leave marks.
“It’s been so long,” his voice is thick with sleep and clouded with arousal. “ A man has needs, Rei. Your husband has needs,” he accentuates the words with a small thrust of his hips, pressing his warm cock closer to Fuyumi’s backside. Her nightdress is pushed high on her hip allowing direct contact of his cock to her panties..
“Rei...you aren’t saying no…”
He thinks she is her mother. He thinks he is in bed with his wife, he is touching Fuyumi the way he would if she was his wife. She clenches her thighs tightly at the thought and feels a hint of pleasure at the pressure.
Maybe if she lets him touch, just a little bit, only with his hands he will drift back into sleep. Maybe he can just grind against her and then she can leave, back to her own room and her father will simply think he dreamed of his wife.
She would never have to face the shame of being discovered. She could file this away as a terrible secret only she knows and never think about it again.
She doesn’t put up a fight as a strong warm hand slides up her hip, caressing her sides before cupping her breasts. He gropes at each of her ample breasts, squeezing lightly. A quiet moan of surprise leaves the young girl’s throat without permission as she feels her nipples touched and played with for the first time. She isn’t supposed to let anyone touch her there, alone her father. She is a disgusting girl for enjoying this.
But it feels so good.
“Good girl.” Her father whispers. “Give in, let yourself enjoy it,” he adds as he leaves open mouth kisses on her neck.
“These feel fuller, are you with child again? That's the only time your breasts feel this ample. I can’t wait to fill you up with more of my seed.” His voice is rough, more awake and more hungry.
His cock is pressed fully against her ass, she can feel it throbbing as he grinds against her.
She is truly terrified now. Her father will be furious when he realizes it is her and not mother. She could jeopardize his hero reputation, his ranking. He cares more about that than anything else. This isn’t supposed to happen. This is wrong, horribly wrong and she is a very bad girl for enjoying it, but she doesn’t want it to stop.
Maybe she can try just a little more before she has to sneak away. She just wants to know what it would feel like directly against her skin...
She tentatively pulls her night dress down, just enough to free her breasts, and earns an approving hum from her father.
Shame curls in her stomach even as pleasure pools inside her at her father’s touch. His warm fingers tug and pull gently at her bare nipples, his mouth leaving wet kisses along her neck and jaw. His cock thrusting lightly between her thighs.
She was supposed to do just enough to soothe him back to sleep. Instead she has done anything but that. He is hot blooded and determined in his touches. He is completely awake now, in his lust-filled haze he still believes she is his wife, that it is his wife’s nightdress he is raising above her hip, his wife’s wetness soaking through her panties and onto his cock.
He intends to take her the way he would her mother. He intends to fuck her.
Fear courses through Fuyumi at the realization, breaking her pleasurable haze. Her father wants to enter her, to take her virginity. Though he isn’t aware that is what he would be doing. She has to get away.
Fuyumi feels her shame blend with her own arousal, creating a dizzying haze in her mind. She is a disgusting girl for letting this go on as long as she has, but wouldn’t it be pointless to stop now… no! She needs to leave before this gets any worse.
Fuyumi gathers her courage, prepared to face her father’s wrath for her deception, and attempts to pull away. She tries to leave her parents’ bed and this terrible misunderstanding with her father far behind her.
She doesn’t get the chance.
Strong arms yank her back, forceful but not quite enough to hurt. She is pulled flush against her father, she can feel his cock, no longer trapped in his sleep shorts, dripping something on her thighs.
“A wife has duties, Rei,” he insists, not accepting her protests. “You never complain once I am inside of you.”
With that her father’s fingers slide beneath her panties, discovering just how wet she is.
“Good girl,” her father sighs happily, “I knew you wanted this,” he pushes her panties to the side, out of the way, completely exposing her as his cock brushes her delicate lips.
She tries to say something, anything, to tell him the truth, that she is his daughter and not his wife. That he can’t touch her like this, that no one has touched her like this.
She can’t make the words come out, she only manages a breathy mess of noises as she wiggles in his arms.
And then she feels it press forward, her father’s cock pressing forward, sliding along her folds, using her juices to slick himself.
“Fuck you’re so wet, how can you try to pull away when you need me this bad, your body is begging me to fill you.”
Fuyumi is cold, frozen in his arms as her father’s too-large cock lines up with her entrance. She can feel icy tears of shame or embarrassment building at the corners of her eyes. She always cries so easily when overwhelmed. Part of her knows she couldn’t stop this if she wanted to, she isn’t strong enough to fight him off. But would she fight him off if she could? Maybe he is right, she does want this, she is simply that vile of a girl. Part of her must of known when she came here that this would happen. Had she wanted her father to fuck her all along?
Fuyumi gives up the fight within herself. She goes limp in his arms. She puts up no resistance as her father’s too large cock burns her from the inside. In one deliberate thrust she is ripped apart, stretched open impossibly wide, her virginity nothing but ashes.
The world seems to stop turning. For a few moments all she can feel is the painful burn of his cock throbbing within her. Her senses are unable to process anything other than the pain as tears stream quietly down her cheeks.
Her father’s voice brings her back to awareness.“Why are you so tight? No matter how long it has been you you haven’t been this tight since our first time.”
He seems to be struggling too, perhaps her tightness affected him as well, clamping too tightly.
His fingers return to her folds, gently stroking her clit, seeking to soothe her as he holds still inside. He is allowing her to adjust, trying to help her, so he can finally move.
Fuyumi can barely feel the pleasurable touches through her shock and the ache inside her. Even as it lessens she still feels as though she has been ripped in half. She feels as though she can barely breathe, too full, too much, shaking in his arms.
Her father’s touches slow and his body tenses. He seems more aware suddenly as he touches her nearly hairless pussy. His hand traces upwards, following her ampe thighs to her soft stomach. He seems to be seeing her body, for the first time, with his hands. His fingers trace her jaw and run through her hair, paying careful attention to her bangs.
She knows he has figured it out. He must have realized who she is, he will stop now. Fuyumi couldn’t say it but now he realized it will all be over—
“Good girl, shhh, you’re okay,” he whispers against her hair, his voice different, softer. His hand rubs soothing circles on her shoulders and he leaves gentle kisses in her hair.
Confusion washes through her, why hasn’t he pulled out? Is he trying to comfort her first, to make it less painful? Fuyumi’s tears slow and she manages to take a deep shaky breath, her whole body trembling with the effort.
His hand continues to rub soothing touches against her skin as he stays still inside of her. Another kiss in her hair, sweet and soft helps her to relax. He is trying to be gentle with her now, before he eases himself out...
“Good girl, ” her father mumbles against her ear, soft and low, almost a purr. His hand slides lower, caressing lower, soothing and somehow, exploratory. His fingers move softly against her stomach, feeling the firmness of his own cock through her. He is too big to be inside her, but he still doesn’t pull out.
Instead his fingers slide tentatively against her outer folds, hesitating, as if waiting for permission. Fuyumi isn’t sure how to respond, is her father really touching her on purpose now, he must know it is his daughter he is inside of. Does he simply not care? Or is he just seeking to bring her pleasure amongst the excruciating pain of her lost virginity?
His other hand teases at a nipple, earning a soft, surprised gasp. His breath is hot against her throat as he whispers “You are doing so good, I can feel you relaxing for me, babygirl.”
Her breath catches, he knows it’s her and he still wants to touch her. She has her Father’s undivided attention, a rarity for anyone other than Shouto. She is overwhelmed.
Enji choses that moment to thrust lightly, just enough to see if she has adjusted enough for him to move.
Fuyumi let’s out a quiet moan. Instead of the pain she expected from the movement she feels a wave of pleasure. Gingerly she moves her hips, sliding him almost out before pushing backwards so he can fill her completely again.
Her father grunts heavily, his grip on her hip tightening.
“Good girl,” the words are barely distinguishable as he growls them through a clenched jaw. He is using all his restraint to not ravage and break her.
She can feel the tension of his desire to take her as he wants. She feels a heady sense of power to know how unrestrained and needy he is. All because of her.
She moved her hips again, trying a different angle this time. She can’t even complete the motion as the pleasure crashes over her.
Her father takes over. One hand under her thigh, lifting her leg, and the other stroking her clit as he begins to fuck into her in earnest.
Shallow slow thrusts at first building into a merciless rhythm. Fuyumi is drowning in pleasure, throwing her hips back, riding her father’s cock, and crying softly for more.
She doesn’t want it to stop. If she could simply be like this, held and desired, filled and writhing, indefinitely she would be content.
She knows something inside of her has changed. She can never go back to the innocent young girl she was. She needs cock, needs to be touched, to feel wanted and important.
She is close - to what she isn’t quite sure - but she is certain she is on the precipice of something. She can hardly breathe, her body wound so tightly.
“Please,” she whimpers, not sure what she is begging for.
She only receives a low growl in response. And then her father applies torturous attention to her clit, stroking and lavishing it with attention as he begins to pound ruthlessly into her.
Fuyumi will be sore tomorrow, but right now she wants more, more, more. Wet, slapping noises fill the room, nearly drowning out her own pathetic whines and moans.
And then she feels it. That thing she felt building up finally crashes, the pleasure reaching a climatic peak that takes her breath away and leaves her crying out with a scream of pleasure.
Her father’s warm hand quickly covers her mouth, cutting off her scream.
He doesn’t slow as her walls clench around him, doesn’t ease up on his movements, he just stops touching her folds. He stops focusing on her pleasure.
Instead he picks her up, leaving her dizzy and disoriented from her orgasm, and places her on all fours in the middle of his marital bed.
He forces her hips to arch up so he can fuck deeply into her. She feels him through her whole body, there is no room for anything else inside of her, not even air as he relentlessly fucks her.
He swears under his breath as she clenches around him again. Fuyumi wants to make her father feel good, as good as he made her feel. She is shaky as she pushes up onto her hands, but she doesn’t let that stop her. She arches and pushes her hips back, meeting each of her father’s thrusts, letting herself exist solely as a hole for him to fuck into. She feels for the first time in her life like she has found her purpose.
“Good girl,” he manages to praise. “You are so much better than her at taking me, fuck, it’s like you were made for my cock, Fuyumi.” His voice cuts off in a deep and dangerous sounding moan.
She is better than Mom? Her father likes the way she feels better? Something like pride swells within Fuyumi mixing in an intoxicating way with the wave of shame that fills her.
This is wrong, she shouldn’t want her father to fuck her, but she is good at it.
The thought sends her over the edge again, back into that spinning sea of white light and pleasure.
Her father’s hands grip her tight enough to bruise and warm enough to singe her skin as he stutters a final thrust into her. The feeling of being filled with something hot and wet breaks through her post orgasm high.
Her father came inside of her.
She knows that is bad, she knows the dangers of cum inside of her.
It shouldn’t feel like praise. She shouldn’t be proud to have her Father’s cum dripping out of her.
What she should or shouldn’t do hardly matters anymore. Fuyumi is face down in her parent’s bed, her hips still arched, and barely holding on to consciousness.
“Sleep babygirl, I’ll clean you up.” Is the last thing she hears before everything goes blank.
When she wakes the next morning she is back in her own bed, wearing clean pajamas, and tucked in. There is no mess between her legs.
But the soreness between her legs when she stands confirms last night as a memory and not a dream. She showers quickly, taking stock of the marks on her hips.
She doesn’t know how to feel. She had sex with her own father, and she liked it. What a horrible girl she is.
She dresses for school quickly and heads downstairs for breakfast.
Her father doesn’t look at her, he won’t meet her gaze. There is a small dose of medicine next to her place at the table. She knows what the blister pack pill in front of her is, and what it is for. She has heard girls at her school talk about their older boyfriends buying them emergency contraceptive. Fuyumi never thought she would be someone who would ever need to take something like this. She had planned to wait for things like dating, boys, and sex. She had wanted to wait till marriage.
She doesn’t look at him as she swallows the medicine. She doesn’t say anything as Natsuo joins them at the table, unaware anything is different.
Her father doesn’t say anything as he places his coffee cup in the sink.
Fuyumi has a terrible secret, one that fills her with shame and pride in equal measure. Her father enjoyed fucking her more than he ever enjoyed fucking her mother.
The car ride to drop them each off at school is no different than usual. First Shouto, then Natsuo, and lastly she is brought to her middle school.
Today however her father stops her as she reaches for the car door. His hand is warm and heavy on her thigh. A warning? A promise? Fuyumi isn’t sure.
“No one else can touch you, do you understand?” His voice carries command.
She nods, unable to form words.
“Good girl,” he praises, his hand sliding under her skirt, holding her thigh tightly.
He leans down and kisses her on the mouth, not a chaste fatherly kiss. A messy, lewd kiss that leaves her head spinning. A secret kiss just for them, the deeply tinted windows of a hero blocking anyone from seeing.
And then it’s over. As fast as it started. Fuyumi leaves for school like any other normal day