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You hate being sick. Of course, it’s not like anyone enjoys it. Normally you can muscle through it but this time it’s worse, like this fever might be the most unpleasant you’ve ever experienced. You’re aching all over, cycling between overheating and shivering so hard your teeth chatter. You felt a little under the weather last night but thought nothing of it until you woke up feeling like the weight of the world was packed into your skull.
You don’t want to miss out on the movie your family is going to see today but your body isn’t giving you a choice. You hear them getting ready downstairs; your mother packing her purse with pre bought snacks you and Hitoshi like, Aizawa double checking that he has the tickets, Hitoshi looking for his car keys. You can’t find the strength to leave your bed to let them know you can’t come, you can’t even reach over to use your phone.
Your head swims as you slip in and out of light sleep, you don’t know how much time passes until you hear a knock on your door and your father‘s voice calling out, “Are you coming? We don’t want to be late.”
You grunt, frustrated when your voice won’t come out. He cracks open the door and peeks his head in to see you splayed out on your back. He comes to the side of your bed and lays the back of his fingers on your forehead. They’re cold and silky against your hot and sweaty skin. You turn on your side towards him chasing the comfort and huff when he pulls away.
“Oh, why didn’t you tell me you felt bad, little girl?”
You just whine and rub your face into your pillow.
He whispers something you don’t catch and taps your cheek before he leaves your room. You’re barely aware of the conversation happening outside your door. You hear Aizawa convincing your mother and Hitoshi to go on without you, he’ll stay behind to take care of you and take you to the movie another day.
Hitoshi tries to insist that he can wait until you feel better but your mom says she’s been wanting a mother-son day anyway. Then they’re leaving the house before you know it.
You roll onto your back and sigh, feeling sleep tug at your consciousness until Aizawa comes back with a bowl, a bottle, and some medicine. He sets them down on your nightstand and sits by your side.
“Open up.”
You let him slip a spoonful of medicine between your parted lips, wrinkling your nose as the taste slices through your sick haze. Aizawa chortles and brings the bottle of water to your mouth to wash the flavor out. He sets it back on your nightstand and you hear water splash in the bowl. You pry your eyes open to see him dunking an old towel repeatedly in the bowl he brought.
“Close your eyes, it’s okay.”
You obey and groan at the first contact of the fabric on your skin. He brushes the hair stuck to your forehead away with the rag, it’s cool and soft against your feverish skin. You already feel a little better, sighing softly as he brings the rag down your face into the hollow of your throat. He pauses there, resting right on your collarbone. You crack your eyes open to see he’s no longer smiling. You don’t like the unreadable expression on his face.
“Daddy?”
“I know,” he says.
Your heart leaps into your throat, you don’t know why, “Know what?” you whisper.
“You’ve been sleeping with my son.”
It takes a moment for your addled brain to process the words but the instant you do tears of mortification spring into your eyes and swiftly roll down your cheeks. You don’t ask how he knows, you’re not sure you even want to know how he found out. Your sickness is making you feel extra sensitive, like every emotion and touch is amplified tenfold. You hate this feeling, you can’t bear to look at Aizawa’s face any longer. You turn away from him, curling into your side and covering your face with your hands as you cry.
“Darling,” Aizawa coos, sliding into your bed to hold you. He rubs one hand up and down your arm, his other brushing your hair out of your face. “Don’t cry, it’s alright.”
He whispers your name soothingly in between soft kisses to the side of your neck and face. It’s odd, you know he shouldn’t be doing that but you can’t bring him to stop. Your overheated skin feels alleviated by the little touches of his lips and hands.
After a few minutes, you think you can manage to speak, but your voice comes out squeaky and strained. “Daddy, ’m sorry, I—” another cry falls from your lips, “I don’t know, I’m sorry.”
Aizawa pulls you closer to him as you wipe errant tears from your face, “Why didn’t you tell your daddy, hm? You’d rather have Hitoshi take care of you, not me?”
You don’t think about the implications of the question when you answer, “No, I like it when you take care of me.”
“Hm,” he says as he pets your hair, “Can you tell me what you two did?”
“Daddy… I…” you swallow down another sob and bite your lip.
“Would you rather show me?” he murmurs in your ear, almost a purr.
You shouldn’t feel your clit throb at the thought of him touching you. Fucking your stepbrother is one thing, fucked up as it is, but your stepfather? He’ll be cheating on your mother, with her daughter of all people. You know this, yet, you can’t even pretend to feel sick at the thought of him fucking you like Hitoshi has.
God, you’re such a stereotype, a dumb little girl getting horny for her father figure. You ignore that Aizawa is acting stereotypically too, offering to fondle his daughter without a second thought.
You don’t trust yourself enough to speak so you just take his hand off your arm and place it on your collarbone.
Aizawa doesn’t gasp, not quite, but you hear and feel his breath come harder, faster. He kisses the hinge of your jaw as he moves his hand down your shirt to slide over one of your breasts.
“Tell me, did he touch you here?” he asks as he squeezes it lightly, thumb encouraging your nipple to harden under his touch. He rewards you with a kiss on the shoulder when you gasp out an affirmation. He plays with your nipple for a little while longer until he slides his hand over to the other side of your chest, “My little girl has such cute tits,” he comments, setting your face ablaze.
You feel yourself tighten around nothing as he plays with your chest, “Daddy!”
Aizawa moves his hand away, running his fingers down your stomach until he reaches the top of your panties. He hesitates until your hips buck upwards, encouraging. You think you feel him laugh.
“And here?” He grazes the tips of his fingers along the front of your panties, dragging them agonizingly slowly until he finds your clit.
You nod, feeling dizzy and bubbly all at once when he rubs you back and forth.
He presses against your hole through your panties, you gasp when you feel the wetness gathered there. “Did you let your big brother inside your pussy?”
You wince at his words, not expecting him to be so explicit. “Yes!” you sob.
“It’s alright,” he takes his fingers away. “Being honest with me is good, you’re a good girl.”
You almost start to cry again when he moves back but he shushes you with soft noises before he pulls your shoulder to make you rise.
He encourages you to sit up, helping you into place until you straddle him. He smiles at your charming dopey expression and kisses your cheek, making you smile in return. He slides the hair tie around his wrist off and tells you to lean your head forward. You drop your head to his shoulder as he gathers up your hair, making sure it’s up and away from your neck. You giggle when he blows cool streams of air across your neck, the dull ache between your legs forgotten for now.
“Feel better, princess?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good.”
Aizawa pushes you back gently until your weight is resting on his legs so he can reach towards your nightstand to take the wet cloth out of its bowl. One of his hands settles on your thigh as he begins to work, you don’t mind it at all.
He tucks some loose hair behind your ear before swiping the rag across your temple as his other hand’s thumb steadily strokes your thigh. It shouldn’t feel this good, having Aizawa caress your skin like this. Your mind blanks out and just focuses on the feeling of him all around you, he wipes your cheeks before he kisses them and it makes you smile. His hand slides higher on your thigh, his thumb pushing against the softness there. You bite your tongue and try to ignore that it feels nice.
“Stop squirming,” he commands, you didn’t even realize you were, “You should know what that does to a man.”
“Huh?” You blink at him, pretty and fake innocent.
“A cute girl sitting in my lap, moving around like that?” He slides his hand higher on your thigh so his thumb drags along the edge of your panties at the crease of your hip. You’re immediately aching to have his hand on you again.
You look down at his arm and shimmy forward slightly so that he’s touching you through your underwear, you sigh and grind yourself against the barely there contact. You blindly grab for his free hand and toss the rag to the floor before you press his hand to your chest again. You arch into his hands and feel your whole body heat up. “You really think I’m cute, daddy?”
He chuckles and starts to touch you with purpose, “Like a puppy, begging for my attention.”
You hum, agreeing with him. You think you’ve always wanted your daddy’s attention like this, why hadn’t you ever thought to ask before? You half-lidded eyes float up to his lips and you watch them curl into a lazy smile.
“Do you want something, puppy?”
You don’t look away from his mouth as he speaks, you don’t even feel ashamed anymore, “Kiss, daddy. Kiss me, please.”
He takes his hand off your chest to tuck his finger until your chin, tilting your head up so it’s easier to make your lips meet.
You’ve never kissed someone with stubble before, it scratches against your face but it feels kind of nice, it’s like physical proof that Aizawa is mature. You curl your arms around his shoulders, sliding one of your hands in his hair and making a tiny sound when Aizawa’s tongue presses against you. You push your tongue against his right as his fingers slip past your panties, making you whimper.
He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, “God, you’re soaked. It’s like your gorgeous little pussy is begging for me…” He presses a quick kiss to your lips and hums out your name as he toys with your clit. “Do you want more, sweetheart?”
You rock your hips down and push forward to kiss him again, needy. “Oh, please, daddy, wan’ you inside me. It’s too much, please.”
Aizawa lays sweet comforting kisses across your face as he pushes you to lie back on the bed. He pulls up on your shirt until it comes off so he can slide his tongue against your nipples, sucking them one after another into his mouth for a moment before he moves down. He tugs your panties off, kissing down your heated legs as he does. He throws your clothes into your hamper before he takes off his jeans and lays by your side, stroking the inside of your thigh and pressing his erection to your hip.
You nuzzle into his neck and whine, pressing open mouthed kisses along his skin as he drags his fingers along your slit. “I’ll take care of you, pretty girl, I want you to feel better.”
You clasp one hand over your mouth and bite down on a finger to stop a yelp from flying out, it makes Aizawa give a noise of disapproval.
“No, no, I want to hear you,” he frowns and pulls your hand away from your mouth. You don’t like making him frown so you don’t hold back, whining and panting without a second thought as he pushes his first finger inside. He pumps it gently for a minute until he pushes another in alongside it.
Your eyes almost roll back into your head, his fingers are so long and perfect that they reach places yours can’t. Your hips jolt when he touches your cervix softly and his hips press against you mindlessly, almost like a response.
He peppers kisses along your neck as your hips roll up to meet his fingers, “Such a perfect, good girl,” he laughs when you clench down because of the praise, it isn’t mean but it makes you feel embarrassed all the same. He pushes his thumb on your clit, dragging it in small, tight circles. “How’s that feel, baby doll?”
You giggle, delirious. “Daddy, it— ah, feels good!” You clumsily push your head up and knock your noses together when you kiss him. You slide your tongue past his lips, sighing when he opens up for you.
He pumps another finger inside, groaning deep in his throat at how you tremble and moan into his mouth. “I bet you’d take my cock so well, you’re so beautiful. Fuck, in your mouth, in your tight little pussy, I’d fill you up so much,” Aizawa’s thumb moves down to collect the slick flooding out of you and onto his fingers before pressing harder against your clit. “I’d fuck you however you wanted, I’d do all the work to make my princess satisfied.”
His fingers are ruthless and precise, like he’s fucked you with them a thousand times before. You hope he’ll do this to you again and again, even if you aren’t ill. “I can feel you tightening up, would you like that, hm?” You nod frantically, getting wetter at the mental image of him filling you with his cock. “Would you want me to stuff you with my cum, with daddy’s cum?”
You almost finish right then and there, “Oh, my— fuck yes—!”
“I want you to cum on my fingers, can you do that for me?” He kisses your hairline and harshly flicks his wrist, driving his fingers impossibly deeper.
You grasp his arm as one of your legs kicks out, trembling from the pleasure of your building orgasm. “Mhm, please don’t stop! G’nna make me cum!”
He stills his fingers inside of you to focus on pressing his fingertips against the little swollen spot inside your cunt. Paired with his thumb steadily massaging your clit, you have no choice but to cum.
Your eyes press shut tight as you ride his fingers through your orgasm, arching into him as your breath stays caught in your throat until it breaks into a choked wail. You collapse back onto the bed, legs quivering and fucked out moans escaping your parted lips. Aizawa pulls his fingers out of you and slides them into your mouth. You suck on his fingers happily until they’re clean, you can barely taste anything due to your sickness but it’s worth it to see the downright starry-eyed expression on your stepfather’s flushed face. You think he’s never looked more handsome.
You can barely move but you want to make him feel good too, you want him to fuck you. Your hand reaches for his cock pressed against you but he pushes you away.
You feel tears spring up in your eyes, “You don’t want me, daddy?”
Aizawa looks like you’ve just slapped him, all sad eyes and furrowed brows, “No, baby, no. Daddy wants you so bad, can’t you tell?” He humps his cock against you just to prove his point. “But this was to take care of you, sweet girl. You’re sick, and I bet you’re tired now.”
You shake your head at him, “Don’t care, I can take care of daddy too! Please, wanna make you feel good too.”
His lips tick up and you smile back at him, half asleep and dazed. “I don’t want you to do any work, alright?” Aizawa turns you on your side once you nod and slides his underwear down before he curls into your back to rut against your ass, “It’s okay, just let daddy use your body, you’re making me feel so good.”
His arms wrap under your arms to get his hands on your tits again, squeezing them like he’s trying to anchor himself to your body. You sigh and cover his hands with yours, arching your back into his hips and hands. You like being good for him, you want to be obedient for your daddy, you want to make him cum.
“Daddy!” You shiver as he pants against your neck, “Please cum, daddy, please!”
You yelp when he unexpectedly sinks his teeth into your shoulder, his voice muffled as he moans. You’re so warm from your fever that you barely feel his cum spread across the small of your back. He keeps humping until he makes himself whimper, until you both are overstimulated and trembling.
“Fuck, oh,” he gasps out your name, “You did so well for me, you’re my perfect girl, wish I could’ve cum inside you, ah.”
The thought of that makes you mewl as you link your fingers in his. You trace your fingers along the indents of his teeth left on your skin.
He kisses the back of your jaw and sighs as he relaxes, “I guess there’s always next time, pretty girl.”