#I just know he was causing trouble in class

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I Hate The New Hero

Chapter 12: I Swear To God...

Meanwhile, you didn't get the pleasure of going to sleep like Dick did. Your identity is as good as compromised. If only you had enough money to leave… 

Pacing around your room you try to think of what to do. The best option would be leaving - not just Gotham, but America as a whole. But, where would you go? Where would you get the money for a ticket AND the money to start over? 

You could sell some of your gear, or become a henchman - it’d only be for a bit! Just until you can get your money up, then you’d quit and make your escape. Yeah. That could work. But, did you really have it in you? To harm and steal? To know you’d been the cause of so many people’s lives? You couldn’t do that.

Sighing you sit down in your bed and pray for the night to finish so you can go to school.

-

Tim, however, is stuck at Bruce’s desk as Bruce monologues about how important it is to respond to messages in a timely manner. He forgot to message Bruce back about whatever he messaged him. 

“- Honestly, what would have happened if I was in trouble, or one of your brothers were in trouble and you decided to not respond.” Bruce states, it was rhetorical and Tim holds back an eye roll. The message wasn’t even that important… Okay, it kinda was. But, school got in the way and he kinda forgot.

“Well? What are we going to do now? If Y/N is Aranea that means-” Tim cuts off Bruce’s rant, already plotting. “That means we’re going to keep this information under wraps. We forgo plan A. If Y/N finds out we know she’d freak. Same with the others.”

The two talk for a bit longer, making up a new plan. After mere minutes of deliberation the two form a plan. 

-

Damian was confused and annoyed, you were an idiot, a hateful, disgusting and vile idiot. Yet, he was nothing if not observant, he noticed how you share the same figure as Aranea, he noticed how the ‘hair’ is a wig, he noticed all these things. 

However, he’d rather die than admit maybe you were Aranea, you had to be a sister or a cousin, someone else! And for you to hate your own blood family… It’s horrible to think about. Sure, he and Jason typically stay back from you, but that doesn’t mean their hatred is any lesser than the others. He’s sure Jason aches to put a bullet through your head any time word gets back to them about your shit talking.

To Damian, Aranea is an angel sent to comfort him, an older sister figure to help him vent his emotions, he doesn’t know where he’d be if it weren’t for her. What he’d be.

He won’t ever let someone extinguish her light..

-

The next day rolls around and you sit up, having barely slept. Rubbing your eyes you get up and proceed to get ready for school, trying not to think too hard about last night. When you get to school your friends aren’t waiting for you out front, weird. Shrugging it off you head inside the building - they were probably either late or getting something to eat before school.

Walking down the halls you pay no mind to Tim, who for some reason was staring at you with the same look one would give a shelter puppy - or an old dog about to be put down - it was sickening in a way, being watched by him like that. Did Dick tell him? He must’ve. That's why you’re getting the look you’re getting. 

You speed up slightly before turning into your first period class. The day passes in a blur, you don’t see your friends, Tim doesn’t talk to you, no one even looks at you. Something is wrong. Something is seriously wrong. When the day ends you waste no time in packing your things and leaving, the school’s suffocating atmosphere feels as though it’s lifted when you step out of the gates. You can’t bring yourself to head home yet, can’t bring yourself to enter another stuffy place.

Opting to walk along the grimy streets, rats scurrying by as if they were workers late to work. Everything seems to slow down for a minute as you walk, Gotham is a horrid, putrid wasteland of a place, yet for someone who has lived here all your life, you find this wasteland to be like a field of different types of flowers - colorful in ways unseen, quick to die yet surrounded by other life. No one dies alone in Gotham. Not truly. 

Your spider senses shoot to the heavens, freezing, you feel a kind of dread overcome you. Someone was watching, someone was waiting, someone was following. You're in danger. You have three options here.

You run, alerting the stalker you know of them. The person may be faster than you. 

You turn around to face the stalker, once more alerting the stalker you’re aware. You can’t tell who it is, they could be stronger than you, could have weapons.

You continue walking normally, not letting them know. This could lead to them attacking from behind.

Taking a deep breath you bend down, pretending to tie your shoelaces - you’ve been standing stationary for around ten seconds, if you started walking once more it may alert them. You soon stand up before continuing to walk.

The walk was uneasy, the presence of the person causing your spider senses to react violently, headaches, nausea, dizziness, the instinct to run, all of it was too much. You hated this. But discomfort is much more preferable than death. 

You curse your luck - for some reason people just weren’t around today. Though, even if they were, no one would intervene. They aren’t heroes. They wouldn’t risk their lives for a girl they don't know. 

The figure can be felt catching up to you and you bite back the scream of frustration, tears starting to rise. Why was everything so complicated?! You hate everyone! Fuck Timothy, fuck Richard, fuck Bruce and his rat son Damian, fuck Jason, fuck Stephanie, fuck Cassandra, fuck Duke, fuck Barbara - you know what? Fuck anyone who associates with that dysfunctional, borderline evil family!

You feel the person right behind you now, hell, even if you had normal senses you’d be able to tell. You turn just in time for a bag to go over your head before being knocked out. 

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[yall-batman-fanfic]

Prom | Batsis x Terry McGinnis/Batman (ft. Batmom x Batman)

Note: Part of the Continuity or the Original Storyline of Bruce Wayne /Batman x Vivian Pryor Synopsis: Terry gets ready for prom and learned that Valerie Wayne never went to one. 

The Batjet came back from a night of patrol and fighting criminals in the streets of Gotham. Another night—rather, morning—of Batman finishing the job. Jumping out of the cockpit, Terry pulled off the cowl and faced Bruce who didn’t wait from his cozy seat by the Batcomputer where Valerie was still working and asked him about tonight’s patrol.

Terry gave his report, a couple of Jokerz causing trouble, then he got something from the Royal Flush Gang starting something big. He caught them stealing some battery that he still doesn’t know what for.

“But I did get a sample that Penny can work on,” Terry tossed the small object that resembled a test tube with metal holders at the ends. Valerie caught it with ease and inspected it with magic.

“I’ll start on the research, run some tests and cross reference on our previous cases on the Royal Flush Gang to see what it does,” said Valerie.

“Do that tomorrow, you need to get some sleep. You got classes later,” Bruce told her.

“Let me just start on the diagnostics,” Valerie hit the last key and then placed it in what Terry believes to be a bulletproof glass that had the scanner and away from the computer.

“A little over the top don’t you think?” Terry raised a brow at her.

“Leave that thing exposed to high temperature or even having it crushed to the ground would mean an explosion.”

“Is’t a bomb?!”

“Not quite. You said you got this from Powers��� Factory, just last week Powers’ recalled a bunch of batteries because they’re actually mini bombs that are waiting to explode. There’s even a video of kids throwing the damn things around and making explosions left and right. For safety reasons, I placed it in a chamber where I can manipulate the temperature and where it won’t be thrown around like a firecracker.”

Bruce turned to him and said: “And you had that in the front pocket of your utility belt?”

“I didn’t know!” Terry exclaimed.

Bruce sighed. “Good job, Penny. But have the Batcomputer do its job for the rest of the day. Go to bed, you got tests tomorrow.”

Valerie got up from her chair and stretched. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night, McGinnis.”

“Actually about that. I was wondering if I can come in a little later?” Terry asked.

“Why?” Bruce’s voice was a little sharper than it should.

“My friends and I are going out to look for suits for prom.”

“Prom?” Valerie repeated. “You’re going to prom. I didn’t know you dance, McGinnis.”

“I do more than just fight crime, Princess.”

“You’d do anything but fight crime.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Terry glared at her.

“Take the night, I’ll take tomorrow night’s patrol,” Valerie shrugged.

“Really?” 

“Yeah. I’ll just study your latest recordings to see what you left off. I’m going upstairs. Night, Dad,” Valerie placed a kiss on her father’s cheek then ran up the stairs to the clock entrance.

“Night!” Terry called out to her but Valerie ignored her. Did he do something wrong?

Bruce sighed. “It’s nothing personal. Take the night off tomorrow night and the night of your prom. Val and I will work on the case then.”

He hated it when the father and daughter did that. The whole “you’re not taking this seriously” and “we can do this without you” tone.

“If you don’t want me to go, just say it,” Terry snapped.

With furrowed brows, Bruce said to him, “We mean it this time, Terry. You don’t get to go to these things twice, you know. Go and enjoy it. Don’t forget to lock up when you leave.”

What just happened?

~ * ~

Terry never liked shopping but he can’t just go to prom with Dana wearing a cheap suit. But he’s been going through the rack and all he could see were bad fits, and the ones that actually look good were way out of his budget. Maybe he’ll just get this one—

“Hey Val, isn’t he your Dad’s assistant?”

The mention of the name had Terry raise his head like a meerkat and turn to the direction where he heard it. Following the sound of Bunny Vreeland’s voice, he saw the two young women standing at the aisle—Valerie Pryor-Wayne and Bunny Vreeland, with the latter holding a dress cover with her purchase inside.

“Yeah he is,” Val said. “Hey, Terry, shopping for prom?”

“Yeah, what are you two doing here?” Terry left his little group and approached them.

“Bunny was shopping for prom too. Gotham Academy’s hosting theirs too.”

“What about you? Gonna go shopping too? I heard Gotham Academy’s open to everyone as long as they’re invited by the student or a chaperone.”

“See, I told you!” Bunny shook Valerie’s arm. “Come on, let’s get you a dress and you can come with me!”

“Bunny, you already have a date to the prom!” Valerie laughed. 

“He’s a student so he gets to get in, so I can bring you! Come on, Val,” Bunny turned to Terry and said, “She hasn’t gone to prom because of her acceleration. And this could be her last chance to go.”

“You never been to prom?” Terry turned to Valerie who avoided his gaze. 

“Yeah, skipping a couple of grades has its downside, and when there is a prom my family has a thing to do.”

By thing she meant vigilante and hero stuff.

“Help me to convince her to go to prom,” Bunny told Terry. “We still have a couple of days before then.”

“Even if I do go, it’d be too late by then. I won’t have a dress and it’s just a hassle. I’m fine, Bunny.”

Bunny pouted and hugged Valerie’s arm. Valerie sighed and patted Bunny’s head. “I’m heading home. See you tomorrow, McGinnis.”

Valerie didn't wait for him to say goodbye and left with Bunny, promising to treather to some ice cream before they head home.

Terry didn't wait until tomorrow night to see Valerie. Despite what Bruce said about him taking the night off to look for his suit, he went to Wayne Manor; he surprised Bruce and Vivian who were having dinner together in the kitchen instead of their large dining room, when they asked why he was there he said that shopping didn't go as planned and he was ready to start his patrol. Before he went down though, Vivian asked if he could bring with him Valerie's dinner which was set on a tray about to float down to the Cave.

In the cave, he saw Valerie Wayne deep in work. She was already wearing her Red Bat uniform, but for the cowl and the red coat, while she watched the videos from his cowl's feed last night and while waiting for the report being made on the batteries that the Royal Flush Gang stole.

“Somebody ordered room service?” Terry called out, grabbing her attention.

“I thought you have shopping to do?” Valerie turned to him.

“Yeah but nothing looked good, I thought I might head here and try again tomorrow. Mrs. Wayne asked me to bring you this, she also told me to tell you to have dinner before heading out… but considering I'm here, you can stay in and have your full dinner and I'll head out.”

“I'm heading out once I finish this and once the report is done,” Valerie told him. “Go home, Terry. I can handle this.”

Terry threw his bag on the bench and leaned on the Batcomputer. He watched as she ate her dinner while working. Again. “What is it with Waynes and the whole ‘I work alone’ when clearly, you don't. Batman doesn't, even when he says he does. And you don't.”

“I didn't say I work alone, I'm telling you to go home and prepare for prom.”

“And what about you? Aren't you going?”

Valerie scoffed. “GU doesn't have prom.”

“But Bunny Vreeland was asking you to go with her.”

“Well, Bunny has a date.”

“Scared that no one is going to dance with you?”

“I just don't want to ruin the night Bunny's date has planned out for them.” She was dodging the question. Typical for a Wayne. Which also means  she was. The old Terry would have pushed on that topic more, teased her until she snaps. But the new Terry could see it was a sensitive topic for Valerie. The woes of accelerating grades, she said then, but after working with her, getting to know her for these past months, he knew it was more than that.

“Just out of curiosity, did you ever want to go to prom?” Terry asked her.

Valerie finished eating her grilled chicken before answering, “As much as it looks like I'm this person who doesn't give two shits about stupid things like prom because my dad was Batman, yeah I thought about it. When I was a kid, I would always watch my mom get ready for galas. I love it when she wears those beautiful gowns and then style her hair and put on those jewelries. It looked like she was transforming to something even more beautiful.

“Sometimes she would let me help out with fixing her hair or her jewelry, and when she does she would let me wear some of hers too. I would always beg them to let me go to the galas because I wanted to dress up like her, to be as beautiful as her, but they would always say I was still too young and when I get older I'd get to wear beautiful dresses like her and she'd fix my hair.

“Then highschool came, and the idea of prom came to mind. We were excited about it, but then I got accelerated two levels, and I was the youngest in a batch of eighteen-year-olds and no one would dare ask out a sixteen-year-old to prom, especially when it's Bruce Wayne's daughter. I would have made an excuse to not go but then thank the Kryptonians because they reached out to ask for help.”

Well, that's just sad, Terry thought. “If you always wanted to go then why don't you? Bunny is asking you to go with her and I'm sure someone there would ask you for a dance.”

“I know you're just trying to cheer me up but I don't know any of those people aside from Bunny and her boyfriend. All my life the kids my age I know are within the Justice League and some of Mom's weird friends, and that's it. It was one crisis after the other for me, even from the moment I was born. Was it a lonely life? A little but that's just how things were then. And I learned how to be content with it. So I don't need your pity.”

Valerie put on her cowl and her coat. She then grabbed the report, swiping it to transfer to her cowl's AI, then she snapped her fingers to get her keys. “Go home, Terry. I'll take tonight's patrol, and until you find your tux for prom. And then prom. But you owe me for those nights, got it?”

Despite the grim talk earlier, Terry chuckled and said, “Yeah, got it… good luck out there, Bat.”

Valerie revved the engine of her motorcycle, gave him a mocking salute, and then drove off.

Just as he thought there would be a slight sense of normalcy in the Waynes, he was yet again proven wrong. As Terry walked up the stairs with Valerie's empty plates, he came to a pause just as he came out of the clock and saw Vivian Pryor-Wayne standing there with a sad smile.

Terry sighed again. “I guess you heard everything.”

“A little,” Vivian shrugged. “But Bruce heard most of it. He's not moping in our bedroom.” She snapped her fingers and the tray floated out of his hands and to the kitchen. “So, you’re having trouble with finding a suit?”

“Yeah, I might check out another shop tomorrow.”

“Or we can check some now.”

“I think the stores are closed now, Mrs. Wayne,” he chuckled.

Vivian looked past him, he followed her gaze and it came to one of the family photos that hung on the mantle. Specifically one where the whole family wore formal attire---the men wore their suits, and the women and Valerie wore expensive looking dresses and suits.

“I think you're just about Damian's size when we took that photo.”

“How old was he then?”

“Twenty,” Vivian’s smile grew. “He was a very lean kid, had build up muscle just to be as big as Jason. Come on, I still have his things in his old room.”

Vivian wasn't kidding about keeping Damian's room as it was when the youngest Robin lived there. The room was simple, too clean for a teenage boy, but Terry took note of the sketches that were pinned on the walls. They were pretty good, he thought as he looked at each one, until he saw what looked like child's drawing amongst the realism portraits and landscapes. Drawn with crayon and a clumsy hand, Terry could make out that the two potatoes were Robin and a little girl, then on top there was a short message: Happy Birthday, Damian. Love, Val.

“And I thought Val started drawing car engines at four,” he mused.

From the closet, Vivian said, “Oh, she tried drawing them. When she was five, Bruce bought her a project car that they can work on. Since then, she started drawing parts of the car. Her works looked like Picasso but as she grew older her works got better.”

“Like Da Vinci-good?”

“You could say that,” Vivian came out with the suit. “You can change in there, then come out so I know how I'll fix it.”

“You don't have to do that, Mrs. Wayne.”

“Terry, no one is ever going to wear this suit. You'll be doing this old woman's heart a favor to see it be used by someone she trusts.”

He was touched by her words, and maybe it was hearing it that Terry gave in and went to change into the suit. Coming out of the walk-in closet, he stood before Vivian and showed her how it looked. The suit was a little bigger than they thought but it only needed minor adjustments to fit him, especially for the sleeves and pant length. The tape measures and pins magically came and did the work. It took his measurements and marked how much was needed to be reduced to make the suit fit him well.

“Sometimes I wonder if the way we chose to live our life took so much from Valerie,” Vivian began. “When was a baby, many wanted a piece of her. The people of Gotham wanted to see Bruce Wayne's daughter. Then when she was one, another variant of Thomas Wayne came and terrorized our family for months. He held us both hostage, I was in a glass dome then and he spent time with his granddaughter. Then she grew up a couple of years, then there was Dracula, that was on me. Then a couple of kidnappings. Then Hush came and that really, really scarred her life.”

“Hush? I read about him in the Batcave. There's an entry about Bruce crushing his hands,” Terry turned to Vivian with furrowed brows.

“Hush wanted revenge on both Batman and Bruce Wayne. And he knew that the only way to do it is by getting to me and Val. He took my heart hostage and Val he… for years, Val has been struggling with that trauma. And part of me thinks she still hasn't healed for it… then to make things worse, a Nightmare from my father took her soul hostage and trapped her in an endless nightmare in Hush's lab where he was harvesting her organs everyday. 

“My baby girl, she barely had most of her teeth out and yet she experienced all of those things… there's just so much that happened in her life that Bruce and I became protective. Her brothers trained her, so did Bruce. And I taught her magic… then when she was thirteen, the Falcones attacked the car she and her grandfather were in. She saw her grandfather die in her arms. 

“I’m not saying that Val had it worse than you, Terry. No. Losing your father is still a huge loss, and it's something that no one ever wants for you or any other kid out there. It's just, there are times when I wonder if we were right to not take the chance to start again elsewhere.”

“I understand. I just didn’t realize she had to miss out on a lot of things. I always had this image that she’s got it all.”

The suit was finished with marking the adjustments and Vivian went to see for herself. “Even the richest man doesn’t have it all.”

“I guess you’re right about that too. Aside from Mr. Wayne’s folks, I read about what happened to yours too. Your mother. I guess we all have that in common. It always starts with death.”

Vivian smiled. “Well, I won’t blame her for everything that’s happened. And I won’t say death follows us all… I’d say tragedy does. To live a hero’s life means to be a hero in a tragedy. What do you think about that?”

Terry almost laughed at the sudden shift of the conversation. He looked at the suit’s fit and said, “It looks great. Like it wasn’t an old, borrowed, suit.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. That’s Armani you’re wearing.”

“What?”

“Well, take it off, I’ll have it ready by tomorrow for you. And don’t worry about sending it to the drycleaning, I’ll take care of it. You’ll be getting the whole service package.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Wayne” — Terry paused before he could enter the walk-in closet — “Mrs. Wayne, can I ask you another favor?”

“Anything.”

~ Prom Night ~

If Terry had the receipts of the favors he’s asked the Waynes, he’d probably be in debt until he was in his grave. Just before he went to prom, Terry thought of seeing the Waynes to check up on them. He was still Bruce Wayne’s assistant, and checking in on him is the least he could do. Arriving at the Manor, after being subjugated to Valerie’s endless teasing with him wearing a suit, and then Damian Wayne identifying the suit he was wearing was actually his one, Bruce and Vivian surprised him with a little something.

“You’re letting me drive your car?” Terry caught the keys Bruce tossed him. It was the keys to the black 1972 Dodge Charger.

“The theme of the prom is vintage, and I think it suits it well,” Vivian shrugged.

“You’re being too nice to him,” Damian told Vivian.

“It’s actually my car, McGinnis,” Valerie told him.

“You’re always welcome to drive me to prom, Princess,” Terry teased her.

Valerie raised her middle finger. “Screw you. I’m gonna get ready for patrol.”

“You know there’s still time for you to change your mind!”

“Not one scratch. I mean it!”

“Look who you’re talking to—I’m a great driver!”

Bruce raised a brow. “The batmobile would beg to differ.”

“Alright, time for you to go before you’re late,” Vivian fixed the lapels of his tux, and with magic she conjured a corsage. “Have fun tonight, Terry. But not too much fun.”

“I will. Thank you, Mrs. Wayne.”

Getting in the car, which he now figured out was parked outside for him, Terry took one last look of the family standing at the porch and drove away for prom. 

With Terry gone, Valerie went straight to the cave and went for her patrol. She’s going to cover a lot of ground tonight.

~ * ~

The lead that Damian told her about was outside of Gotham, following the road of New Jersey to Long Island. It was an odd call from her older brother, but he sounded… like the usual Damian who is behind the Batcomputer who is all “just do what I tell you to.”

Now here she was, riding her motorcycle by the cliffs that had the view of the coastline and ten minutes from her destination, and Damian telling her that the target was down at the beach. 

“Would have appreciated the heads up early on, big brother,” Valerie told him.

“You whine too much,” Damian said back. “And don’t even think about–”

Too late. Valerie took the next rough road that was heading down the beach. The path was steep and reckless to take. Any untrained rider or mountain bike rider would have fallen off the cliff and died but Valerie was not untrained, her family made share she was well equipped to handle these things before letting her do the hero-vigilante work. 

“You’re grounded,” Damian told her.

“You’re not Mom.”

“I have special power of Mom.”

Valerie laughed and added more power, speeding up as she descended the cliff and was now riding the beach. As she neared the location being shown in her cowl, Valerie prepared her staff and had electricity flow from her hand to it and ready to strike the opponent. But as she came to the sight, she hit the brakes hard and put down the staff.

“Terry?” She said.

Terry McGinnis, leaning on the ‘72 Dodge Charger, waved at her and said, “Hi.”

“You’re the lead—what happened to prom? Where’s the guy who…” 

“It’s two in the morning. Prom ended, like, three—four hours ago.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

“Good question,” Terry went to the boot of the car and pulled out a black dress cover that hung on a hanger. Valerie didn’t have to ask what it was, she knew that dress hanger anywhere. It was the same one that her mother had in the master bedroom closet, the red one, the  fitted, cap-sleeve, gown made of ottoman silk. Valerie liked seeing her mother wear that. 

Though she knew the risk, Valerie took off her cowl and the earpiece to face him properly. “What about patrol?”

“Red Robin has been patrolling since midnight. Gotham’s in good hands.”

“What about your date?”

“Dana went to an afterparty.”

“Shouldn’t you be there? It’s prom night.”

Terry shrugged. “Yeah, but I guess I’m lucky to go to prom twice. Well?”

She opened her mouth and closed it as thought for a while about what to say. “Did my Mom set you up to this?”

“Actually it was my idea. The dress was hers though. Come on, Princess. Time is ticking, put on the dress and let’s go to prom.”

Maybe it was the adrenaline still in her body from the ride to here, but Valerie was sure her heart was beating faster than usual. It wasn’t like how she was in training, patrols, her runs, or even in actual fights. This was different. It felt different and just…

For the first time, Valerie felt the blood rush up to her face, so she looked away.  

“We’re not leaving until we do this.”

“Just give me the damn dress!” Valerie snatched it from him and marched to the bushes where she knew he won’t see her get changed. Not that she needed to go through the long process of doing so since she had magic but it was still weird to do it in front of him.

Coming out of the bushes, Valerie threw her equipment at Terry, catching him off guard, it was only when he got it in the trunk did he see how she looked. It wasn’t the first time he saw Valerie Wayne dress up, but this was different. Hair shiny and curled with waves while being accented by a robin jewel hair ornament, her face wearing just the right amount of make-up for the night with her lips painted with a dark shade of red. She wore the same pendant but this time she was wearing it as a choker than the usual long chain. Then the dress… The dress fitted perfectly on her, showing the curves of her bust before it reached the skirt that spread out, like those large dresses with many layers, but this didn’t have many layers.

“Wow, you look great,” Terry chuckled.

“Thanks,” Valerie looked away from him.

“Oh, here,” He reached in the car again and pulled out a corsage. “I know you and your mom hate it when people pick flowers.” It was a corsage made out of shells. “Don’t ask how I did it…”

There was an Atlantean who saw him picking shells and trying to make a necklace. They saw his work was so bad that they decided to help him out.

“It’s really beautiful. Thanks, Terry,” Valerie lets him place it on her.

“While you were getting changed, I set this up for us. See, it’s a full prom!” On the hood of the car, with a blanket on the surface as protection, Terry had canned drinks, a couple take-away burgers and fries, and then an old-school radio. “We got drinks and food and music,” he turned the knob to get a signal and…

It started playing a song that was jazz and blues. 

It reminded them of the record that Bruce would always play in the living room.

“Well, Princess?” Terry offered his hand to her.

“You know how to dance to that?” Valerie took his hand.

“I’m a fast learner.”

“Okay, McGinnis,” She laughed.  Valerie circled him with his hand still holding hers, when she pulled out, Terry instinctively pulled her back in and kept the rhythm. 

“I guess rich-girls have special dance classes,” he teased.

“Would you believe me that it was my Dad who taught me?” she got out of his chest and led them through the dance. She held her dress as she danced, helping it give an illusion of the music flowing through them in each twirl and step, and every grain of sand that flew as they stepped and skidded. Terry held her hand the entire time and his smile never faltered, and to surprise her he even dipped her back a little too.

That made Valerie laugh. Both of them did.

The song soon changed to something more slow and fitting for the night. This time, it was Terry who led the dance. Placing her hands on his shoulders, and his hands on her waist, he had them sway to the music.

“How was it? Prom, I mean,” Valerie asked him suddenly.

“It was fun, but I think it would have been more fun if you were there,” he admitted.

She wanted to ask about his girlfriend but Valerie decided to save it for another time and just live this moment now. Though she knew it was wrong, Valerie rested her head on his shoulder and just let Terry take the lead this time.

~ * ~

Above the beach, sitting at a private table for two in the Black Bird restaurant. Bruce and Vivian watched as Valerie danced with a boy they never thought would ever be part of their lives yet here he was. 

“This takes me back to our first date,” Bruce smiled at the sight of his daughter enjoying the night.

Vivian smiled but that soon disappeared. “I remember that too… oh, Bruce, we made so many mistakes with her. I’m just glad she still knows how to smile and enjoy life.”

“I know, my love,” Bruce reached out to kiss her hand. He then stood up, still holding her hand, and gestured for them to the open floor. “I want to see if I can still make my wife smile and blush like we were in our twenties.”

She was already blushing. Vivian took his cane and had it lean on the table before joining Bruce to the center where she held him, and he held her, and they swayed to the music that came from Terry’s radio down the cliff.

[lottieswidow]

Marishauna headcanons somehow turned into a fic don’t ask me how that happened | erm… rivals to lovers? rivals to rivals with benefits? Idk

Lmk what yall think and if yall want a wilderness version‼️ also definitely not proofread so🤷🏻‍♀️

tw for teen drinking

Pre-crash Marishauna who would regularly share notes or have study dates! Mari who is science/math smart and helps Shauna study for tests and shares her notes with her whenever she asks😚 Shauna who repays her by helping her with her book reports or essays that are more opinion based rather than fact based.

Mari likes subjects where there are right and wrong answers and can’t stand to have an original opinion🤷🏻‍♀️

Super competitive on the field, obviously. If they are on opposite teams during a scrimmage the loser has to buy the winner lunch. Shauna’s team usually ends up winning but she won’t gloat at first, she knows Mari is already frustrated with losing, maybe once Mari has her cheeseburger then the bragging begins.

Maybe they aren’t dating and when Mari starts going out with D*nny Me*rs Shauna doesn’t really care but gets peeved when he’s all Mari talks about. Shauna also has no idea how to comfort people so she just offers to get Mari a slushy when she gets dumped😣

Going back to academics: Mari is totally not the type of person to raise her hand during class but she will if no one else is, especially in her stem classes. People forget she is smart all the time until she casually brings up a perfect test score, plus extra credit, for her pre-calc class. Teachers hate the fact that she can be yapping and ignoring them the entirety of class time but still knows the answers to questions they think will stump her. Shauna would find it impressive, so would Jackie. Kinda becomes the beginning of their academic rivalry where Shauna tries her hardest to understand equations, theorems, and the fucking laws of thermodynamics that Mari still remembers from 9th grade physics. Safe to say Shauna gets really frustrated / jealous when she gets a B+ in a science test she spent all weekend studying for and Mari couldn’t really care for another A+ that has Jackie asking her for tutoring lessons. (She can’t tell who she’s more jealous of, Mari for having Jackie’s attention or Jackie for getting in the way of their study dates) But best believe when English comes around and Mari is having trouble writing one fucking paragraph Shauna feels elated!

Highkey Mari doesn’t even know about the academic rivalry until she starts to notice Shauna’s mood swings. Like she’s in a good mood until she sees Mari got a better grade than her then she kinda just goes quiet, which wouldn’t be odd at first but Mari notices when Shauna starts biting her bottom lip and stares into deep space. And also when Mari is staring at the writing prompt but genuinely can’t think of a way to start the first paragraph and she notices Shauna wearing a smug little smirk before she offers to help, it definitely clues her in on Shauna’s internal competition.

Mari doesn’t care if Shauna is better than her in english, she thinks it’s a useless class cause she already speaks the language🥸 and science/math come easy to her so as long as she has that she always feels better than Shauna.

Ok going away from academics now, I think they have definitely kissed during a slumber party spin the bottle. To be fair most of the team has, but what makes theirs different is that they both wanna prove that they’re the better kisser so they kept going until they heard Van violently coughing in the background. Looking back at the team and some of them are blushing just from watching, taivan having knowing looks, Jackie being mildly annoyed bc Jeff (or Shauna) has never kissed her like that before.

At a party after that they’re both still in competition mode (cause when aren’t they) and again try to find out who the better kisser is‼️🙂‍↕️

They find themselves in line for the bathroom, Shauna had been waiting in line for the past ten minutes when Mari walked up to her and started a conversation. Mindless chatter about the gossip she heard throughout the night, to Shauna it was an obvious ploy to skip the line but she didn’t mind, even if some of the other drunken teens realized what Mari had planned and executed.

Taissa had hosted this time and although her house wasn’t as grand as Lottie’s or as spacious as Jackie’s it is still big enough to hold almost their entire graduating class. It also ment less bathrooms available and less places for people to hide for privacy. Tai’s parents room was strictly off limits, Shauna had seen Tai and Van sneak off upstairs to Tai’s room, which only left the study, the walk in pantry, a couple closets, the basement, and the bathrooms, for explicit rendezvous.

The line continued to get shorter as Mari kept droning on about something, Laura Lee finally showing up to a party maybe? Shauna wasn’t really paying attention, not when she could smell the perfume Mari was wearing, or notice the way she was wearing a new lipstick, or how her skirt hugged her in all the right places. It was embarrassing really. How one semi-good kiss had Shauna’s head spinning in circles replaying that night over and over again, how Mari’s lips felt against her own, how Shauna’s fingers got tangled in her long dark hair, even Mari’s hand on her waist felt like it was burned on her skin long after it was over.

Finally it was Shauna’s turn for the bathroom and she thought the conversation would end there but then Mari pushed in after her and suddenly Shauna was pinned against the door with Mari towering over her. For a moment they stayed in that position, inches apart, breathing the same air, noses nearly touching. It seemed like Mari was just as surprised as Shauna was to be in this situation.

Then, like a flip of a switch, Mari’s previous confidence came back, and stronger. Her grip on Shauna’s waist tightened, pulling her closer. Now, chest to chest and lips millimeters apart, Shauna has no idea why Mari hadn’t kissed her already.

“Say you want this too. That you’ve been thinking about me like I’ve been thinking about you.” Mari stared intently at Shauna, searching for micro expressions that might give her insight to what she was thinking.

The entire night, maybe even the entire last week, Mari had seen Shauna watching her. Shauna had always been observant, noticing things others didn’t, so when Mari initially felt eyes on her when the party started it was barely noticeable. But then she would catch those daunting brown eyes staring at her from across the room a few too many times to be a coincidence and knew she had to act. Maybe it was her buzz talking, or her subconscious telling her to give in, to finally have what she’s been craving since the sleepover, maybe from even before that.

Nails softly dug into the skin of Mari’s shoulders before being followed by an eager whisper of god, yes and their meeting lips.

It was euphoric, like a first time high. Where their first kiss was experimental and competitive, this one was hungry and burning with a passion neither girl knew they harbored. (Maybe still bordering competitive)

Shauna leaned onto Mari, needing to feel her body against every inch of her own, smothering her until Mari was pinned against the sink. A soft whimper was heard as Shauna tugged on Mari’s hair, using her slight embarrassment as an opportunity to slip her tongue down Mari’s throat. It was obscene, the sounds their lips made, the moans and whimpers that left them involuntarily, the pulling and tugging of whatever piece of flesh they could get their hands on.

Truly, had they been anywhere else maybe they would’ve continued further, but the banging and yelling coming from the other side of the door interrupted the breathless girls.

“Almost done!” Shauna shouted back, coupled with a groan of annoyance. She backed off of the latina, turning to look at the mirror above the sink. Her lips were swollen, the little makeup she had applied tonight was only slightly smudged, and her waist was pink where Mari had grabbed her. A lipstick was presented to her before Shauna could properly process her look and how to fix it, the shade wasn’t one she wore but it was better than nothing. Appreciatively, she took the lipstick and began to apply it. Watching through the mirror as Mari fixed her hair, she had already reapplied her makeup and practically looked brand new.

“See you around, Shipman.” A taunt, clear, but made even more apparent when Mari kissed her cheek then walked out the door. Lipstick stain in the shape of Mari Ibarra’s stupidly perfect lips was left. A message that said I’m better, I’ve won.

Shauna had forgotten it had started as a competition is the first place.

[acrinyx]

Mutual Respect

Ace centric hurt/comfort 5+1 but it's secretly 10+1 where he comforts his upperclassmen and they give him comfort in return by the request of FlowerySpringWater

Snippet of the first chapter if you will:

The Housewarden of Heartslabyul sat stiffly in his chair, staring down at the pile of papers like they might hopefully burst into flames.

He’s been doing paperwork for the past two hours, maybe even longer. He had lost track of the time after the one hundred fifty-first detention paper he had to sign. So many of his students had gotten in trouble in class, not to mention most of their grades had dropped substantially. Riddle wasn’t sure if some curse had befallen his dorm or if he was just a bad housewarden. Either way, whatever the cause was was cursing him with more mind numbing paperwork.

Ink was beginning to stain his hand. His fingers cramped while he held the pen in his hand. He could feel himself getting more and more exhausted with each stroke of pen. He supposed this was a fitting punishment for his failings as a housewarden. If things were this bad with his students under his care, clearly he was doing something wrong.

A sudden, gentle knock on the doorframe caused him to jump. A familiar thorn in his side appeared in the doorway with an inscrutable expression on his face. “Hey Housewarden,” he greeted with a slight, nervous edge in his tone.

Riddle couldn’t hide his annoyed look. Not only did he have mounds of paperwork to get through, now he had Ace Trappola here to most likely try and convince Riddle to let him break some rules. “What is it, Trappola?” he asked, unable to keep the exhaustion from creeping into his tone.

The boy didn’t move at first, seeming hesitant to approach Riddle further. The second year figured that was fair. Ace had a right to be cautious after everything. He could admit that he wasn’t the most forgiving towards him. Ace was right to be wary of any interaction with him, even though he was trying to change.

The second year was surprised when Ace then confidently strode up to him and set a plate down in front of him. “Rule 341: thirty minute breaks must be taken if work exceeds three hours,” the first year recited.

Riddle just stared at the treat in front of him for a moment. He questioned Ace’s timing. He knew he had been here for two hours already, but has it really been over three? He looked up at the clock. When had he even sat down to get through all of this paperwork? He could really feel the exhaustion creeping in now.

He pushed himself away from the table and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Has it really been three hours?”

Ace shrugged his shoulders. “Trey said you’d been in here since we started preparing for the Unbirthday Party. Deuce and I got there about four hours ago and had finished our parts in the garden like half an hour ago? Time is kind of weird.”

The housewarden let out an exasperated sigh. How could he have lost track of time like this? He was grateful that Ace came in to remind him. “Thank you for the tart.”

“‘Course.”

Riddle expected Ace to leave after that, thinking that he was sent in by Trey. But he was proven wrong when Ace began to straighten up the papers all over the table. “What are you doing?” the older redhead asked.

“Reorganizing your papers,” the younger redhead explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’d get it done faster if you had separate piles for each kind of incident. Or you’d at least have the illusion of getting work done faster. Plus that way you can easily count how many different types of incidents there have been.”

“You don’t have to do any of that.”

“I know.”

“I’m not gonna excuse whatever trouble you get in.”

“I know that too.”

“So why?”

“You deserve a break. So I’m helping you while you’re on your break.” The redhead tensed for a few moments and looked away, becoming a little shy. “If this is not helping you though, let me know.”

Riddle just stared at Ace, stunned. A shocking amount of gratitude filled his heart. Ace was willing to go out of his way to help him, even after everything they’ve been through. “Thank you Ace. I really appreciate your help,” he said softly.

The first year’s ears went red. “Well I got nothing better to do so I figured I’d help out.”

“I still appreciate it.”

“It’s nothin’ Riddle. Really. You already do so much for the dorm and are stressed enough dealing with all of us. Pretty sure I contribute to most of that stress anyway,” he said with a chuckle. “Anyways, you still need breaks every once in a while. And if you keep working yourself to the bone you’re gonna burn out.”

Riddle gave the freshman a small smile. “Thank you for your concern. I appreciate you checking in on me.”

Ace shrugged his shoulders. “You’d do it for any of us.” Some silence fell between the two for a moment before Ace finished up the last of his organization. “Welp! I better get back out there and make sure Deuce hasn’t made a mess. You know how he is.”

The second year chuckled. “Sure. Go make sure he hasn’t wrecked the garden.”

“Enjoy your break Housewarden!”

Ace walked away before he could see the fond smile on Riddle’s face. “Thank you, Ace.”

[icastmagicmissile29]

Sometimes it's hard to remember that Astarion was a magistrate when he says shit like "PLEEEASE let me open the door I NEED to see the gross orc sex!!!"

[luminouslotuses]

feeling the need for class trial saiouma romantic tension but in a non-despair au so i propose the idea . of Mock Trial

[aropride]

i experience near panic attack level anxiety every time i go to my history class and i have no fucking clue why

[bitegore]

ngl i think i kind of was a genius for being like 'yeah this character is a scary killyou cannibal scary killer who scary kills you' and then realizing that the way my worldbuilding works out is that there's a nonzero chance that if you leave literally any body parts over they can just come back, depending on what they believe in their heart of hearts can kill them. Of course she'd start eating her kills. She probably tried normal stuff first and then realized it didn't work and she had to try harder if she wanted to actually keep them dead.

[purinfelix]

you're no good for me, but baby i want you - n. riki ✶⋆.˚

summary: after growing tired of his constant teasing you made up your mind not to give Niki anymore of your attention, but you should've known that he wouldn't let you go that easily - and is willing to go to desperate measures to get you just to look at him ──── delinquent Niki x class president reader || sfw but a little suggestive, kissing/making out, so much tension like so much, enemies to lovers sorta? || w/c: 2.7k

a/n: okay i'm trying to get better at writing longer fics/ones that actually have closure bc looking back i realise i kinda always leave u guys on cliffhangers LOLL - also i rlly tried to avoid making this too cliche given the trope i hope it worked !!! actually really like this one so i hope it doesn't flop rip

‘Bad boy’ felt too cliche - at least for your liking. You preferred to refer to Niki as what he was, a delinquent, a troublemaker, someone who skipped most of his classes and spent the rest dosing off or arguing with the teacher. But no matter what you called him you were sure of one thing, he pissed you off.

To be honest, you had absolutely no interest in the sorts of things a student like him got up to in his own time, but it was the fact that he insisted on dragging you into his business that irritated you the most. You weren’t sure why exactly he kept targeting you, maybe it was because he just wanted to mess with the class president or because you seemed like an easy target to him - whatever reason he had didn’t make it any less tiring though.

Skipping classes was one thing, but his constant breaches of uniform code meant that you were running out of warning slips - and patience. It didn’t help that whenever you did, he would only look you up and down with an amused smirk, brows raised as if daring you to continue telling him off - which only worked to make you stumble over your words.

That’s why you had made the decision to stop giving him anymore of your attention, and the most recent time you had seen him sporting his signature look - no blazer, dress shirt half unbuttoned and several silver earrings, you chose to ignore him. You simply walked past him in the hallway without so much as a passing glance, hoping it would tell him to stop wasting your time and causing trouble.

Little did you know, he would misinterpret your signs to mean the exact opposite.

The next morning when you were waiting at your desk you heard a wave of hushed murmurs coming from down the hall, and couldn’t help but feel partly responsible. A loud thud sent the classroom door flying open and a couple of his friends filed in with amused grins - and it was only when Niki followed them in did you see why. Not only had he gone and messily bleached parts of his jet black hair, but he now donned a piercing straight through his right eyebrow which, judging from the pink tinge surrounding it, was both brand new and self-made.

You were unable to stop your neck from craning as your eyes followed his figure, watching as he sauntered over to his desk in the back corner of the classroom, threw his books onto it and sat down. The expression on his face showed that he couldn’t care less about being there, but his eyes trained on you as if waiting for you to make a move.

You hated that he knew you so well, because before you knew it you were out of your seat and at the head of his desk, arms folded with a stern expression on your face. You can’t remember exactly what you said but it must’ve been harsh, and loud enough to summon the attention of almost the entire class, and your teacher who stormed into the classroom shortly after to tell the two of you off. It must’ve also been harsh enough to earn the two of you an after-school detention, which was your very first - though it clearly wasn’t Niki’s.

So that’s how the two of you had ended up alone, in an empty, hot classroom - waiting as the minutes of your detention ticked by agonisingly slowly. Irritated was an understatement. It was taking every ounce of self-control you had not to turn around and punch Niki right there and then. You kept your fuming to yourself, at least for now though, while you worked silently on an assignment, determined to at least make good use of being stuck here for the next hour or so - even if it meant spending it in a tense silence.

Niki didn’t seem to share the same sentiment, having sat himself in the chair right beside yours and kicked his feet up on the desk, twirling a pen in one hand as he hummed softly to himself. You were trying your best to ignore him, and he was trying his best to make that very difficult.

“What are you working on?” he asked curiously as he leaned in over your shoulder.

“Just an assignment,” you shot back curtly.

“Ah of course, what a goody-two shoes,” he scoffed as he sat back.

“Rather a goody-two shoes than a good-for-nothing delinquent,” you mumbled under your breath, though not quiet enough to escape his ears.

“A delinquent? Is that really what you think of me?” he asked in faux-offence, “I’m hurt.” You turned slightly, just enough to see the dramatic pout he had formed across his lips, his brows curving upwards and his piercing going with it.

“Whatever,” you huff, feeling both irritation and exhaustion rise in you, “it’s your fault we’re here in the first place anyways.”

“Oh yeah, my fault that you started a petty argument.”

“Your fault for dyeing your hair that stupid colour and getting that piece of metal jammed in your face!” You cry out, fully facing him now as you felt your face burning hot, “I mean seriously, all I did was ignore you once, and you go ahead and did something ridiculous like that?” Gesturing to his piercing and new hair, you can’t help but feel even more infuriated at the sight of his smirk which only grew as he watched you from half-lidded eyes.

“What makes you think I did it for you?” He asks teasingly, and you suddenly feel your bravado begin to crumble - he’s right, who are you to assume that?

“Well, I-” you stutter, but he interrupts you.

“Well maybe I did,” he laughs softly, “that depends on whether you like it or not.”

“That is so besides the point, Niki,” you whine, “it’s against uniform policy.”

“Oh c’mon, you think it’s a little cool,” he taunts, and you turn back around in your seat, chewing your bottom lip as you’re determined not to give him a response which you’re sure will only fuel his ego.

You sit in silence for a bit, and you can tell he’s watching you carefully in the way he leans in, keen eyes trained on your expression - almost as if he’s trying to figure out what you’re thinking. But that’s a challenge even you’re struggling with right now.

He’s the one to break the silence again. “I am sorry about getting you a detention though, that wasn’t what I meant to do.” You blink in disbelief because for the very first time, he sounds almost as if he really means what he’s saying.

“Is that an apology?” you say, gasping to show your surprise, though this quickly dissolved into a soft laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t let it get to your head,” he sighs, “I just couldn’t sit here and watch you sulk for the next hour.”

You can’t help but smile to yourself, feeling the tension between the two of you melt away at his apology, just enough for you to want to keep talking to him - even if it means neglecting your homework, for now. Your eyes move over his face, his sharp jaw, his eyebrow piercing glinting under the warm classroom light.

“Did it hurt?”

It’s a stupid question, you know, but it’s the only thing you can think to ask as you fiddle nervously in your seat. If you’re being completely honest, you do think it’s cool, you’ve always thought his piercing were cool - and right now you want nothing more than to reach out and feel them for yourself. But your common sense stops you.

“Well, duh,” he scoffs, sitting back in his seat as his eyes fix on yours, “figured a smart-ass like you would’ve been able to guess that.”

“Just asking,” you grumble defensively, though your curiosity urges you to keep talking. “If it hurt, why’d you do it?”

“Well, you like it, don’t you?” He asks, “that’s all the reason I need.”

You’re tempted to tell him off again, but something about his tone catches you off guard - it’s oddly earnest, and he says it with such a simplicity that makes you really believe that maybe he’s telling the truth and you’re unable to find the resolve to spoil this moment

“Can I feel it?”

He’s almost as shocked by your request as you are, and even as it leaves your mouth you’re unsure entirely why you’re asking it. His eyes widen in a way that you can’t help but find a little cute, even as you’re struggling to process your own thoughts.

“Sure,” he replies, a little too quickly, almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask him that, but can’t believe you actually did. You turn in your chair to face him, your arms coming up awkwardly to bridge the distance between you both but it’s clear you’re still too far.

You’re about to lean forward more in your seat to reach him, until you notice his hand coming down to grip the leg of your chair and it isn’t until you feel yourself moving and hear the faint screech of the legs against the floor that you realise that he’s pulling it - pulling you closer to him.

Once you’re close enough he stops, though his hand doesn’t leave the back of your chair, instead resting there as if trapping you in with him as he leans down as that his face is level with yours. You try not to overthink the way your knees are touching, or how this is your first time seeing him this close and how he’s even better looking up close. Carefully, you bring your hand and pray that he doesn’t notice the way it trembles, as your thumb grazes his thick brow gently. Even though you wish he didn’t, he keeps his eyes open and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you as your fingers close around the small metal ball.

“It’s cold,” you mumble, not sure what else to say to fill the air between you two.

“It’s metal,” he says matter-of-factly, letting out a small laugh at your fascination with it.

“You didn’t need to to do this just to get my attention, you know,” your eyes focus on the piercing as you speak, unable to look him in the eyes when admitting something that feels like a confession.

“I had to get you to look at me somehow.” You’re again amazed at how he can say such earnest things with such a serious face, and even as you look away you know his eyes are on you.

“Most people would’ve just said hi or something, not put a brand new hole in their face,” you sigh, fingers moving to tuck a stray strand of bleached hair behind his ear.

“Well most people wouldn’t be here now with you touching their face, so by my standards my plan worked better.”

“Did that plan have to include getting me my first-ever detention?” You ask in annoyance, though you can’t help but laugh softly at his simplicity.

“Well, not at first,” he admits, “but at least we’re alone, hm?”

“Because you need me alone to talk to me?”

“No, because I need you alone to do this.”

You’re pretty sure if you weren’t already leaning towards him you would’ve fallen backwards from the forceful way his lips crash into yours - and if not from that then the sheer shock of just that. Luckily for you though, he already has an arm snaked around your waist, keeping a hold of you and pulling you closer.

It shocks you though that, despite the initial force, Niki’s kiss is gentle, almost as if he’s easing you into something he knows you’re struggling to accept. He’s experienced, that’s for sure, but you can tell in his movements that he’s holding back from pushing you any further.

You don’t even realise it but your hands are cupping his face, caressing his strong jawline and pulling him closer to you. You open your mouth to talk but the only noise that comes out is a breathy gasp and if you weren’t so caught up in the feeling of his hands in your hair you might’ve stopped to feel embarrassed about how desperate you sound for him right now.

“Niki,” you mumble against his lips, unsure of what to do as you feel your mind struggle to comprehend what’s happening.

“Want me to stop?” he says in between heavy breaths, and even though it sounds like a taunt you know him well enough to know he’s being serious.

You shake your head in response, but decide to have a little fun of your own while you can. “When have you ever cared what I want?”

“Oh, you have no clue,” he hums in a low whisper as he leans back in.

“And when have you ever listened to what I’ve told you to do?”

“You’re right about that,” he smirks, pressing his lips to yours again, this time with the reckless abandon you’ve come to expect from him - almost as if he was waiting for your permission to let go. You thought you would’ve felt a little predictable, pathetic even, for having fallen so easily into his trap and giving him much more than just your attention at this point. But from the way his hands roam your body, grasping for more of you as he whines against your lips you smile to yourself at the realisation that really, he’s the one who’s fallen into your trap.

This sense of control is what finally calms your mind, even if it still struggles with just how ‘wrong’ all of this sounds against how right his lips on yours feel. The sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway however forces you to tear yourself away from him, though his hands don’t leave your body as you strain to figure out who it might be.

“Shit, it’s the teacher,” you say under your breath, pulling away from him to smooth down your skirt. Niki clearly doesn’t care, but still lets out a soft sigh as he hangs his head, leaning back in his chair.

“Tomorrow,” you continue suddenly, “I want the eyebrow piercing and the bleached hair gone.” You know you’re being harsh, but you also know that, given what just happened, you can’t afford to be nice.

“Wh-” he says suddenly, looking at you in disbelief, “I thought you liked them though.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you say firmly, “they’re still breaking like ten different uniform rules.”

“Just when I thought I’d finally broken your guard down,” he groans.

“Well, they’ve served their purpose already, haven’t they?” you taunt lightly, bringing a hand up to swipe at your bottom lip which you can feel is a little plump from him biting it. His eyes watch attentively as you do, and he lets out a soft laugh followed by a nod in agreement.

“You’re right,” he exhales, “but now I’m thinking if I keep them in I might keep getting lucky.”

“Niki,” you sigh.

“I mean, maybe if I had a reward for following rules I might feel more motivated,” he hums, looking away as he feigns innocence.

You pause, thinking to yourself for just long enough. “I’ll be studying in the library after school, maybe if you do as I say I’ll let you join me.”

“Studying? That’s what we’re calling it now?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“I’ll be there,” he laughs, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smile - one that you can’t help but share even as the same teacher who gave you both this detention comes in to tell you you’re free to go.

You watch as he swings his bag over one shoulder coolly, tossing you his signature smirk - only this time, it doesn’t just annoy you, it lingers, sticking to your thoughts in a way you don’t want to admit. Because you know you should be mad, you should roll your eyes and remind yourself that he’s still the same infuriating troublemaker. But as he walks away the only thing you find yourself wondering is if he’ll actually show up tomorrow, and worse, if a part of you wants him to.

[fawniette]

more for this au ❤︎ ꒰ criminal!sukuna ꒱

criminal!sukuna who you met during your senior year of high school, being the typical bad boy and good girl trope. you did pretty well, your grades always decent if not good and you typically stayed out of trouble whereas sukuna was the polar opposite.

criminal!sukuna who was every teacher’s nightmare, always found in detention. he had failing grades, with sport being the only subject he exceeded at. it wasn’t because he was dumb, he just rarely ever attended class. and when he did, he was causing mayhem.

criminal!sukuna who stereotypically, was then paired up with you in one of your classes for a school project, the good girl who the teachers had counted on to hopefully get his grades in check.

criminal!sukuna who then had his eyes set on you from that day, a cheeky smile on his face when he sat next to you. he spent weeks of his time working on this dumb project he had zero interest in for, but when it meant getting to spend time with you, then he didn’t mind at all.

criminal!sukuna who you knew had a bad boy reputation, making you very weary of giving into his advances. he was always kind to you though, always making an effort unlike the other boys in your school. but, you knew deep down a girl like you had no business getting involved with a guy like him.

criminal!sukuna who never stopped trying despite your gentle rejections. it wasn’t common for him to actually catch feelings for girls, let alone even like someone enough to be their friend. so, sukuna wasn’t gonna let this deter him. this man knew what he wanted - and that was you.

“c’mon, i’m not all bad, i promise. i’ll show you a real good time, and if your not fucking with me after that, i’ll leave you alone.”, he says to you with a tone so unusual for him. and when you finally agree, shutting your locker with a smile on your face despite the eye roll you gave him, he can’t help but feel a genuine smile make way on his face, with a feeling in his chest he’s never felt before.

criminal!sukuna who was to your surprise, such a gentleman. he showed you the real princess treatment you hadn’t received from standard guys in your year. he paid for every date, with beautiful red roses in his hands every time he saw you. she would even leave a hidden note attached for when you were alone, looking back at your smile as he walked away.

criminal!sukuna who knew he had to tell you the truth about him and everything he was involved in before making you his girlfriend. not the half assed answer everyone already knows, but the real truth about his background and his life growing up.

criminal!sukuna who eventually laid everything out to you, the night he could hopefully make you his girlfriend. he explained his childhood growing up, the horrible treatment he had to endure, to then how he got into the lifestyle he’s in. you knew he was doing shady shit on the side, but you never really realised just how deep in it he was. but your gently traces along his rough hands made him feel more at ease at the words fell from his lips.

criminal!sukuna who expected you to tell him that you didn’t want to be involved in that, which he would’ve understood despite how much he liked you. but, he was met with your glossy eyes and a reassuring touch on his hand when you told him that you didn’t care, that you cared only about him and how sorry you were he had to go through that.

criminal!sukuna who made you his girlfriend that night, kissing you with pure desperation and need. he had never felt so grateful for someone before, unable to show that with his words. so instead, he showed you physically - he wanted, no, needed to feel you in every way he could.

criminal!sukuna who was beyond shocked when you told him you were a virgin that night, but couldn’t help the way his cock hardened at the fact that he would be your first. he would be the first guy to show you what sex felt like, the guy to take your innocence.

criminal!sukuna who was so gentle, slowly stretching you out with his tip after sliding it through your glossy folds and teasing your clit. he didn’t want to hurt you, making sure to pay attention to every part of your body, rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers as he whispered sweet praises and distracting you from the pop you felt when he finally slid himself in.

“relax f’me, yeah? you’re squeezing the fuck outta me. i don’t wanna cum yet.”, he says either a breathy laugh, placing gentle kisses down your neck.

criminal!sukuna who made sure to watch what touches made your back arch, or what pace had you babbling out pretty moans as you claw down his back. he wanted to know exactly what you liked, exactly what got you going. he wanted to make this night the most special for you.

criminal!sukuna who made you cum at least three times, only stopping when he saw your overstimulated figure and your tears of pleasure, kissing them away as he came on your stomach and whispered how good you were for him, how special he felt that he was your first.

criminal!sukuna who was truly yours after that. you had him wrapped around your little finger like a dog on a leash. he was so aware of it too, not caring one bit when he knew he had grown too attached to you by now.

criminal!sukuna who underestimated how much your different lives would clash, finding himself always making you worry when he came to your bedroom window with cuts and bruises, stinking of weed. or when he found himself in a heated argument with your dad after he had found out about your relationship. it was safe to say your dad despised him after that.

criminal!sukuna who despite how much you loved him, was causing too many problems in your life, finding yourself questioning if it was a good idea that you had even gotten together in the first place.

criminal!sukuna who knows this, knows how much of a bother he can be to you and your life. and unfortunately, when you came to him with tears in your eyes and a pitiful look on your face, he knew exactly the words that were about to come out of your mouth, his heart racing with an unfamiliar feeling.

“you know i love you, kuna. but, i just- i don’t think i can do this, anymore. i can’t be with you, anymore.”

[orimuraa]

• All I can do is try - 西村 力 ↳ ┊: one more last time - henry young, ashley alisha

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆you were the school’s sunshine while your boyfriend was the school’s cold, grump ⨾

۶ৎ grumpy!ni-ki x fem sunshine!reader┆flufff┆petnames, kissing, ynki making you feel single┆wc 778

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: guys…i want a boyfriend 😭😭😭 but anyway, thank you to the anon who requested! + fb is always appreciated

part 2

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

nobody expected this. the school’s sunshine who always had her chin held high and her grades just as high, and the school’s delinquent—the one who caused all the trouble and was never seen in a classroom during class time.

it shouldn’t have worked, but it did. you made him a better person—softer around the edges.

the way he would throw everything away just to be with you, the way he would actually smile and laugh when you cracked jokes, it was all so…wholesome. and nishimura riki was not ever associated with that word.

as you walked down the hallways, your classmates waved to you, smiling as they greeted you. they admired you, the way you carried yourself with all that confidence and the way you were so sweet to anyone without a thought. not to mention, your perfect grades.

your stroll was cut short when someone tugged your backpack back, causing your feet to slip and lose balance.

you fell back, expecting to hit the floor, but you never did. instead, you fell against a sturdy figure, their arms securing around you, effectively catching you.

you whip you head up to see the cause of your fall and your greeted with the smirk of none other than nishimura riki—your boyfriend.

“kiki!! i could’ve fallen!” you scold, straightening yourself out and brushing off your skirt.

“but you didn’t,” he shrugs, a smirk tugging at his lips. “besides, i was there to catch you, wasn’t i little love?” and for a moment, you forgot you were surrounded by your schoolmates in a hallway.

“whatever,” you flush, grabbing his hand and pulling him to class. “c’mon, we’re gonna be late.”

“love, class starts in 10 minutes,” riki says calmly, getting dragged to a class he only attends to stare at you.

“exactly! we’re late,” you huff, weaving through the crowds with your 6 foot boyfriend.

when you arrive at your classroom, you’re the first ones there.

“see?? no one’s even in here! can we go home? pleaseee? i’ll give you as many cuddles as you want, i just wanna go home,” riki pouts, despite knowing you would never skip school.

“we can do that after school, kiki. i can’t leave,” you smile sympathetically, aware that your boyfriend would rather be anywhere but that classroom.

he groans but slumps down in the seat next to you, resting his head on your arm as he sulks. he would never let anyone catch him sulking except for you. you were his safe zone.

by the end of class, riki was fully asleep and completely unaware of anything that was going on around him.

you were chatting with some friends when he stirred, grumbling something about wanting to go home again.

“sorry guys, i’m gonna head out now,” you politely excused yourself, packing up your bag while riki was already up and out of his chair.

the end of the day was always riki’s favorite part because it meant that you were all his now and that he could take you home and cuddle you forever and ever. of course nobody else knew that besides you because it would ruin his “bad boy reputation” and people would start to know hems actually a huge softie.

so here you were, wrapped in one of his giant sweatshirts and his arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you close. his face was nuzzled into your neck and he occasionally pressed soft kisses against it.

“tell me something interesting,” he whispers, just wanting to listen to your pretty voice.

“hmmm something interesting?” you pause to think. “did you know i love you with all of my heart? i’m so in love with you it’s crazy. sometimes i wonder how i ended up do lucky with you.” you say. anyone could tell from your voice that you were so in love. it was obvious.

riki lets out a small chuckle, sending shivers through your body.

“little love, god—you’re so smart and pretty and funny and kind and if anything, i should be the one saying how lucky i am. you’re someone who’s so pure and i definitely don’t deserve you,” riki smiles, peeking out from the crook of your neck.

“maybe it’s fate then,” you giggle. “maybe the stars drew us together.”

“well then i’m so glad they chose you to be with me because i can’t see myself anywhere else but with you,” riki sighs contently.

he kisses your jaw and your lips before snuggling back into your side.

and these were the moments you treasured most. the moments where the expectations couldn’t get to you and it was just you, riki, and the burning love you shared.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @cheruphic, @woniefication, @melodiessvy, @soona-huh, @kiwicup, @yuuuraaa

[eggfriedricedwasian]

Tim Drake probably got into fights at school, but he didn't start the fights, he'd finish them. He'd also get away scott free.

People think that they can ruin the Drake's name with their kid getting into fights and causing problems, but no. They encourage him to do these.

Janet had a firm stance in her belief to have the upper hand, so he'd never get in trouble, because she'd blackmail and/or grill into the principal so hard they had to let him go and give the other kid(s) punishment.

Jack had one solid rule, don't start a fight, finish it, and always win. He enforced it by having occasional spars with Tim whenever he could and signed Tim up for all kinds of martial arts to make sure he knew how to fight.

Janet signed him up for whatever else extracurriculars he wanted(ballet, gymnastics, theater, art, vocal coaching, instruments, figure skating, track, etc.).

So just imagine, Tim Drake, publicly known to get into and win so many fights but with no prior context is seen as a trouble maker till they see how well behaved he is. They talk badly about him though, how much of a bad kid little Tim Drake who physically looks like his father but has the face and acts exactly like Janet when he speaks and leads.

And then his parents die and he doesn't cry. They think he's an even horrible kid for not caring about his parents' death even though he's torn.

And then he becomes a Wayne and his reputation, which only Alfred and Bruce know, brings the Wayne name down.

And then he becomes CEO of Wayne Enterprises and everyone expects him to be just like Bruce. What they don't expect is Janet Drake 2.0 when it comes to getting his way and the way he acts or Jack Drake 2.0 with his outstanding leadership and ideas and proposals and what not.

When the rest of the Waynes find out about his reputation, they don't believe it till they see it for themselves.

It's probably at a gala or some sorts. A socialite is being inherently racist towards Damian and talking about how bad of a kid he is. Tim is not standing for it.

"Oh I'm sorry!" he says just a but too loudly to get the attention if everyone in the place, "Would you care to finish that vile comment about my brother? That he was a what now."

"I do, in fact. Perhaps after everyone hears this you Waynes will do better to control that little devil and his unnatural brow-"

The socialite doesn't even get to finish his sentence when Tim karate chops their neck, making them choke(literally) in their own words.

"Oh what was that? Did someone who is actively cheating on their own wife with the underage heir of another company be racist towards my underage and tri-racial brother? Sorry? Did a pedophile defiling the 15 year old daughter of the Miller's family say my 11 year old brother's skin was the sign of the devil? Hm?"

No one says a word, even as they watch Tim twist his words and spill out every secret and dirty fact about the socialite.

They don't even stop him as they watch him beat the crap out of the person with out even trying when said person tries to throw hands with Timothey Jackson Drake, publicly known for getting into fights and winning as well as being graduated from every martial arts class in Gotham ever.

Police were involved, headlines were made, the Miller heir was no longer seen in public and her younger sibling was pronounced heir, and Tim Drake, not Wayne, got off without a scratch, repercussion, or warning.

Damian has never felt an older siblings' loving protection more than he did when he saw Tim grill that socialite. He s never felt more respect for the guy before. And suddenly Dick was lower on the sibling scale.

He was lower on the sibling scale for everyone. Good by #1 sibling Dick Grayson and hello Tim Drake.

Have a problem? Someone's mean or is picking a fight? Don't worry, Tim Drake's there.

Drake is more noticeable than Wayne when it comes to Tim, and everyone finds it out the hard way.

[chuluoyi]

✎ daddy-to-be

- gojo satoru x reader

in which you're worried about how he'd react to you carrying his baby

genre: fluff and comfort, mentions of pregnancy and dizzy spells

note: i feel soooo warm writing this *sigh* thank u anon who asked this!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

"Gojo-sensei! Must we do this?"

"For real?!"

"Okaka..."

"Yoohoo! Hehehehe~"

You sighed at the sight of your tall paintbrush of a husband. Satoru was supposedly teaching his first years—Maki, Panda and Inumaki—and yet, from where you were standing, it looked more like he was bullying them into following his whims more than anything.

A kind reminder that… this silly man is the father of your unborn child.

He didn't know that you were pregnant yet, because you had discovered it just a few days ago and chosen to keep it a secret for the time being.

In theory, this was normal. You two were married and engaged in a high level of sexual activity—something Satoru made sure of—and therefore, conceiving a child was bound to happen sooner or later.

Admittedly, accepting the fact that you were carrying his baby wasn't as easy as you thought, even knowing that. You hadn't seriously talked about having kids, and sure, your husband might have just taken a young cursed boy Yuta into his care—and way before that, Megumi, but it wasn't the same with your own child. It can't be the same.

And not to mention that you two were jujutsu sorcerers. Where would raising a baby fit in this bloody, cursed world you lived in?

...and above all, as things stand now, does Satoru even want a baby?

You released another sigh as you walked away, but then your vision tipped and you had to grab the wall for support. Right, you hadn't even been feeling well these past few days. You got queasy easily, and you experienced sporadic bouts of vertigo too.

"Sensei?" Yuta's worried voice greeted you, and you forced yourself to remain upright. "Are you okay?"

"Ah, yes, I'm fine," you assured him with a smile.

"Should I get Gojo-sensei? You seem pale..."

"No, no, that's—"

"Ooh~ Wifey!"

You cursed his impeccable timing as the striking white hair of your husband came to view. A mischievous grin adorned his face, a bundle of sunshine and trouble as always, as he wrapped an arm around you.

"Don't you have to teach the second years? My pretty wife, you can't be slacking—"

His smile abruptly fell when you subconsciously leaned on him and he noticed your shallow breaths. Satoru promptly tightened his grip on you.

"Yuta," his tone had taken a sharper turn. "Go to the training grounds and train with the others. Class ends after that."

As Yuta nodded and proceeded on his way, he immediately turned to face you. "What's wrong?" he asked with genuine concern. "Are you not feeling well? Can you walk?"

"I'm fine," you insisted, even though the edges of your vision started to blur.

Satoru pursed his lips, and you could tell even with his blindfold on, he was staring at you hard. "Don't be stubborn. Come on, let's get you home."

In an instant, he teleported you back to your shared home, his arms securely under your knees. You didn't know when the dizziness started to ramp up, but you were sure to fall if he didn't have a secure grip on you.

"How long have you been feeling unwell?" he inquired as he carefully lowered you onto your bed.

Realizing there was no point in hiding it any longer, you squeezed your eyes shut as your head rested on the soft pillow. "...since this morning."

Satoru expressed his dissatisfaction with a grunt. "In that case, you shouldn't have gone to school. From now on, you're on leave."

He fussed over you—removing your shoes, fine-tuning the air conditioner, and ensuring you were snug in bed. "What is causing you to feel this bad? Is it something you ate? We had dinner together, and I feel perfectly fine..."

You raised your gaze to him just as he tore off his blindfold, his eyes locking with yours. The blue of his eyes scrutinizing and assessing you, and suddenly, you felt insecure as he quirked an eyebrow, seemingly suspecting something. “Is there something you aren't telling me?”

This is it. You couldn't keep this from him any longer. This was his child as much as yours, he had to know for you to be able to decide on the next steps.

You exhaled. "I'm… pregnant."

Silence. For the next five seconds, you could've sworn that Satoru held his own breath.

"Pregnant?" he repeated, stunned, widened cerulean marbles blinking several times. "You...?"

You sat up, reaching for your nightstand and retrieving the five pregnancy tests you had stashed in the drawer, handing them to him.

Satoru fixed his gaze onto the two red lines on the sticks, examining them and then shifting his eyes between you and them several times. You didn't dare to look at him, feeling your hands starting to shake and your gut twisting.

But contrary to your dread, before you could blink, he pulled you into his embrace. Your heart melted as he softly murmured, "Dummy, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I... I was worried. I didn't think I..."

He nuzzled into your neck, breathing in deeply. "Silly... I'm supposed to be your safe space. You can and absolutely should tell me these kind of things..."

A lingering fear persisted in your gut as you croaked out, "Are you... okay with it?"

Satoru snapped his head so quickly, his brow furrowed. "What do you mean—of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

You didn't know why, but his impromptu and steadfast declaration brought tears to your eyes.

"Stupid," he chided, his voice tinged with slight giddiness and overflowing fondness, and doubled with the wide grin on his face, you were starstruck. Holding your hand, he pressed a tender kiss on your knuckles, and then on the wedding band resting on your ring finger.

His sincere, warm eyes spoke volumes as he said, "You are my beautiful, lovely, and amazing wife. And now you're about to make me a daddy. Why wouldn't I be thrilled about that?"

You had given him love that saved him in countless ways, some of which you might not even realize. And now, you were about to gift him another piece of you to love—his own family to cherish. Satoru was convinced he couldn't love you more than he did in this moment.

You cried even harder, wiping your face sloppily as you pouted at him, voice clogged with tears, a mixture of relief and happiness overwhelming you. "Why are you so s-sweet? You're u-usually... such a menace..."

"Hey! That's slander! I'm always nice to you!" he protested with a mock frown, trying to lighten the mood.

Satoru brought you into his arms again, affectionately stroking your hair. His excitement was palpable as he chuckled gleefully at the very idea of becoming a father to a mini-him or you in a not-so-distant future.

With that sentiment in mind, he genuinely meant every word of what he softly uttered in your ear:

"I love you, sweetheart. And mark my words—with everything I have, I won't let anything happen to you or our baby… I swear it."

[boypied]

𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜...

𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛; 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘

CHARLIE COX x M!READER

MDNI + FDNI, mature content ahead.

WARNINGS: age gap, oral sex (r!giving), cum swallowing, swearing, hair pulling.

SUMMARY: you return to school after leaving so many years ago, and you visit your favourite teacher. one thing led to another, and you're on your knees in the very class that you were taught in.

After a medical emergency a couple of weeks ago, you received a letter in the mail that your medical bills have started to build up, you only know one person who could help you out and try to make these unfairly high bills some how lower and actually manageable and that person is your old high-school teacher who you had a major crush on the entire time, it was obvious to everyone who even thought to pick up on it. Your heart races practically pounding out your chest as you park up at the school and make your way inside.

You walk through the old hallways that you used to walk down every single day only a couple of years ago. It didn't long for you to realise where you want to go... well, it's more like who you wanted to visit. “Afternoon Sir.” You say in a low tone, not wanting to entirely disrupt his class. “Oh! Long time no see...” he chuckles to himself while the rest of the class just stares at him as they are waiting for him to give them the signal that they can leave.

“The class was just finishing up anyway, take a seat... I'll be with you in a moment.” he mumbles to you in his usual calm tone, which strangely sends shivers down your spine and makes your knees weak. You are immediately drawn back into the trance you were in all those years ago when you first had him as your teacher. After Charlie sends his students to lunch, he turns his attention over to you, “So, what brings you back to my classroom, mister?” he smirks as he sits down behind his desk, leaning back to crack his back and his shirt lifts up ever so slightly revealing his happy trail that drives you wild, and you pull up the chair to get closer to him.

“I've been having some trouble with some bills and being overcharged and stuffed... you know, adult stuff... and I was just wondering if you could possibly help me out with that? It's just that I remember that you talked about this in one of our lessons, and you were skilled and stuff.” I start blabbering on about my reasons for even being here as I don't want to come across as a creep that peaked in high school and is desperately trying to relive those moments.

He just smiles at you as you stumble over your words, he leans forward and places his hand on your thigh giving it a slight squeeze, “Of course I'll help you.. you always were my favourite student.” he chuckles as he spins his chair round to face his computer as he starts working on his way to help you out whilst you stare blankly at him as your face reddens.

After a rough forty-five minutes of research, emails and phone calls you finally manage to get through to the hospital and get your bills lowered to a manageable amount that you can pay over a month or two. “Thank you! Thank you so much.” You gasp down the line in relief as you hang up and Charlie celebrates as he throws his fists up in the air, and jumping up to give you a hug but before he could do that you place your hand on his chest and you push him down against his chair without even saying a word you begin unbuckling his belt, “w-what?” he mumbles out in confusion as he watches you do this, his eyes widen as you pull down his trousers as well as his underwear letting his cock spring free

Your eyes dart up to meet with his as you lean down and take his semi-hard cock into the warm wetness of your mouth and the moment that it happens his cock immediately becomes grows in your mouth hitting the back of your throat which causes you to gag slightly. Charlie's head falls back slightly as he feels the warmth of your mouth coat his entire cock, his hand shakily grabs his glasses and he throws it onto his desk which knocks off a bunch of his students papers, you pull off his cock and lean up, “Should I pick those up?” You say softly, and he grips your head and pushes you back down on his cock.

“No! It's fine... just keep sucking. They can all have a B anyway...” he chuckles, which turns into a breathy moan. Charlie's eyes flutter open slightly after being shut from the blissful pleasure that was your mouth around his cock and he sees the time, “F-Fuck! We only have fifteen minutes.” he smirks as he runs his hand through your hair and gives you a helping push you down helping you take more of his cock into your throat. A smirk grows on his face, feeling your throat contract around his length because of how long it's been so long since he's had any sort of sexual encounter with someone in months.

You let his cock pop out of your mouth as you trace kisses along the side of it whilst using your hand to pump it up and down inching him closer and closer to the climax that he's been waiting for. “You taste so good” you mumble out before you take his cock back into your mouth all the way allowing your throat to coat his tip. “I never would've thought an o-old student would be giving me the best blowjob... i-i've ever had...” he rubs his temples whilst laughing, which quickly turns into low grunts.

You wrap your hand around his base as you continue to swirl your tongue around his base and pump his cock to give him the ultimate feeling of pleasure and helping him build up to possibly the best orgasm of his life.

“Keep sucking!” Charlie practically begs you as his eyes flutter back, and his toes curl as he nears his release and his cock is buried deep in your throat. Your hand reaches up and begins gently squeezing away at his balls, and that was enough to completely send him into overdrive as his cock starts squiritng his thick ropes of cum down your throat as he slightly bucks his hips up into your mouth pushing his cock deeper than before, his load just running down.

He pulls on your hair and you throw your head back as his spit glistening cock pops out of your mouth. Your lips are all puffy from the intense blowjob you just gave, and Charlie runs his thumb across your lower lip as he breathes heavily, “Finished with five minutes to spare.” Charlie says in a playful, celebratory tone, which causes you both to laugh.

You help him pull his trousers up and look some-what presentable for his next class. You lick your lower lip, tasting the residue of pre-cum and you just smirk “Tasty” You mumble out with a wink and he just smirks as he grabs your waist and pulls him closer to his body, “Some of my students are probably on their way...” he whispers to you as he grabs his phone and sends you his address.

He leans even closer and whispers right in your ear “The key is under the flower pott... be there in my bedroom, ass up. I'll make sure to right after this class.” he gently places a kiss on your neck and pulls away letting go of your waist, “See you soon, boy.” he says to you as he watches you walk out, “I'll be waiting... Sir.” You say with a wink and he just bites his lip.

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[euaphora]

ִ ♱ ₊ ࣪ ITS NOT HEALTHY FOR ME TO FELL THIS!

✎ᝰ mean bully!megumi x reader

bully!megumi who started picking at you for no reason, you didn’t know what you did wrong or what you had said. At first he did it for fun just to pick on you but then he started seeing the faces you would make when he would slap your ass,small or big, he loved the sound it would make as you slightly jump up.

bully!megumi who tried to flirt with you while you put your books away in your locker but you kindly told him you had to go. You were just super uncomfortable and wanted to go to class already, honestly.

bully!megumi who noticed that and slapped you against the locker, hands against them as he traps you. You try and see if anyone will help but they just avoid him, knowing who his dad was and just knowing he would treat them same way he was treating you. They knew you were getting bullied but didn’t report it.

bully!megumi who brushes his hand against your upper thighs during classes as you slap it away when the teacher asks what’s going on, calling you pet names behind your ear, teasing you by taking away something you were just randomly holding, he would put it over your head watching you jump and down, and reached to grab it, the visible height difference between you two causing troubles. You take it away from him, seeing your clothed breasts bounce, feeling his pants suddenly tighten.

bully!megumi who would drag you to any empty classroom and lift your uniform skirt up and pulling down your panties, slapping your ass as it turns a darker shade of red by the minute. He would have you laid down and on his lap, sometimes rubbing his thumb to your clit, feeling your squirm under him as you try and get off, just making things worse.

bully!megumi who threatens you and blackmails you with clips of you having him deep in your mouth, gagging sounds as the background coming from the video, swiping to the left, the next clip showing you bouncing on his cock at the dean’s office. He had a whole album of you two and just for personal reasons. You look back at him with doe eyes, tears slipping out of you.

bully!megumi who gaslights you, “I don’t want to have to show the dean but if you report me, I’ll have to, sweetheart..” he coos while holding on your hips as you sit on his lap as he rocks your hips making you rub against his bulge as you cry into his shoulder. You just nod, hugging him tight by his torso— mascara being ruined and smearing on his dress shirt.

bully!megumi who hates seeing you talk to other guys that aren’t him. He would take that anger out on you the next time you would meet up again, you being so confused why he was so mad all of a sudden when just yesterday he was praising you, telling you how good you were to him.

bully!megumi who likes to go raw all the time, never having a condom in hand. He didn’t have sex with other girls anymore since he was always with you now. He would invite you over to his house, you never really having a choice either way. When you would ask him, “Can we use a condom, please? I don’t wanna end up pregnant, megumi.” You whine as you roll your eyes back gripping onto the bed sheets.

bully!megumi who would be mad at your response, slapping your pussy then grabbing you by the back of your hair with the other hand, humiliating you by having his phone on the nightstand as the video records every second. Of course he wouldn’t post it or show it to anyone, he liked having the power of knowing he was the only one that made you feel good, the only one who saw you for what you really were, a slut.

bully!megumi who likes to have you in missionary half of the time because he loved watching you pant, losing your breath as he would ram himself inside you— ignoring your pleads.

bully!megumi who makes you swallow all his cum after you suck him off, if one drop fell down your mouth he would make you get on your knees again, shoving his cock back in your mouth and ramming your head back and fourth to create fiction on his cock.

bully!megumi who eventually stops going so hard on you, leaving you alone and no longer picking on you but later later realizing how much you loved getting treated like a rag doll. You would pull him into the staff bathroom going into a stall and lifting up your skirt, hinting him to put his cock inside you.

“Fuck me, ‘gumi…couldn’t stop think about you all last period.” You pout your lips as you look back at him having a big grin spread across his face. “Thought you didn’t like when I would fuck you?” He teases, pulling down his zipper, briefs joining them.

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Rebellious Jiheon

fromis_9 Jiheon X Male OC | 16192 words

TW: Incest

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"Why did they even bother calling me?" Jae's wife asked. She was obviously annoyed, and after a long day, he wasn't interested in listening to her sharp tone.

"You work there, couldn't they have just said something to you tomorrow?"

She wasn't really talking to him. Most of their conversations went that way nowadays, it seemed. He hadn't been paying too much attention, but what he had overheard of his wife's conversation on the phone hinted that Jiheon had been causing trouble at school again.

"I don't have time for this, Jae. Can you handle it, please?" his wife asked dismissively.

"Sure, though I don't really know what the problem is," Jae agreed as he flipped through a few channels on the TV.

"Her English teacher said Jiheon has been distracting other students in class, AND dressing inappropriately. That little brat, I'll tell you…"

Jae stopped listening. He grew tired of hearing his wife rag on her; Jiheon was an amazing daughter in his eyes. As she droned on, he couldn't help wondering if the "dressing inappropriately and "distracting other students" complaints were related.

The claim wasn't entirely unfounded, that was for sure. Jiheon had undoubtedly been pushing the envelope with her outfits of late. Only a week before, Jae had to send her back in the house when she came out for a ride to school with her belly showing beneath a snug cotton polo shirt.

"Come on Jiheon, you are not excused from the dress code because your dad works at your school. What would your mother say?"

Jiheon put on a smug look and repeated, in a voice eerily similar to his wife's, "You get back in the house immediately young lady, my daughter will not be dressing like a stripper on my watch."

Jiheon flashed a smile when she saw her dad laughing at her impression. She closed the door and skipped back inside. Jae watched her go back toward the house, finding himself more intrigued than he meant to be by the few inches of skin above her skirt in the back, which was rolled a few times at the waist to reveal more of her long, white legs. She looked incredible.

When Jiheon had come back out she was carrying her change of clothes.

"Sorry dad, I don't want to be late so I'll have to change in the car."

He'd tried his best to keep his eyes on the road, but when Jiheon pulled her shirt over her head and revealed her youthful body he had trouble remembering he was driving at all. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders and brushed the skin around the thin white straps of her push-up bra. Her breasts jiggled as he hit a speedbump, teasing her father even more. Jae was grateful when she finally pulled a new shirt over her head and covered up once more - he wasn't sure how much he could take of looking at her without reacting.

So Jae knew firsthand that the call to his wife probably wasn't a mistake. Since she'd recently turned eighteen, Jiheon had just gotten decidedly more rebellious (than she already was). He assumed she would grow out of it. He hoped she would, anyway, he didn't want to have to discipline her at home and at work.

Jae had been working at the high school for almost ten years as athletic director and taught a few history classes as well. High school kids could be angsty sometimes, but he really liked his job, and it meant seeing more of his daughter, which was always nice.

The following Monday at school, Jae still hadn't told his daughter about the phone call her mother had received. He didn't like scolding her, and she had been so sweet to him that morning, thanking him for the ride to school and kissing him unabashedly before taking off to meet up with her friends before class.

His daughter wasn't quite the same girl he used to take to gymnastics and out for ice cream after, although now it was cheerleading and she still loved ice cream. She'd given up the leotard for a cheer uniform, which he'd seen her dancing around in at most school events… He thought better of imagining her in it when he could avoid doing so.

Her hair was thick and dark, more so than both of her parents, and she usually let it fall down to her shoulders. It framed the cutest face he'd ever seen, with big brown eyes, perfect cheekbones and puffy pink lips. She had the slightest overbite that showed off her pretty smile when she bit her lower lip as she often did when nervous.

Needless to say, Jiheon had the beautiful body of an eighteen-year-old that exercised often. Her breasts were bigger than her mother's - a fact that, though unmentioned, clearly made her mother jealous. Her hips were just right too, with a cute little butt that you could get a nice handful of. At 5'-5" she was quite a bit shorter than him and, but she was just the right size. She'd playfully jumped into his arms the other day after school, she couldn't have weighed even 100 lbs.

By the time he reached his office, Jae had only just realized he'd been daydreaming of his little girl the entire time. He wondered how he'd have the conversation with Jiheon about the effect she had on her classmates without falling victim to her himself.

Jae had a lot of work to catch up on that Monday morning. He was glad of it, for he'd ceased worrying about Jiheon long before lunch. And yet, it seemed he could not escape her naughtiness for even half a day.

"Hey Jae, do you have a minute?" Said his friend Jinwoo, another history professor, as he was heading down the hall to the teacher's lounge for lunch.

"Uh oh," he said "This doesn't sound good, you mind walking? Jinwoo matched strides with his friend Jae.

"So, I hate to have to do this to you Jae, but I think you should have a talk with your daughter,"

"Oh God," Jae responded, "what now?"

Jinwoo chuckled, "Nothing too serious buddy,! I'll spare you the details, but… basically, your daughter Jiheon has been the subject of a lot of chatter lately and I thought you ought to know."

"Oh yea, and what kind of 'chatter' is that?" He asked in a frustrated tone.

"Mostly just teenage boy type of stuff, I have a group of boys that come in from their free period early every day so I overhear some of their nonsense." Jae was only somewhat relieved. "Mostly to do with 'how smokin she looks in her gym uniform when she doesn't wear a bra,' or 'how great her ass looked when she bent over.' " He had put on a mocking, punk-teenager voice to lighten the mood but Jae still didn't like hearing about his little girl that way.

"Look, I'm sure no dad wants to hear this, but I think you know what I'm talking about right?"

Jae let out a sigh, "yeah thanks Jinwoo, I'm glad you had the balls to say something."

"Don't mention it," his friend assured him, "… and one more thing, I had her in class earlier this morning… annnnd I don't think she's wearing any… you know…"

"Yea yea yea," Jae raised his hand and stopped him; he didn't want to hear any more. "I'll talk to her today."

Jae's head was spinning a little, and he tried to eat his lunch and small-talk with his colleagues without revealing his frazzled state. Jinwoo patted him on the back as he headed out and Jae had to remind himself it wasn't Jinwoo's fault. He just had a hard time coping with the fact that anyone else had seen his little girl that way. Jiheon was usually such a good girl. She got good grades, did well on the cheer team and (usually) followed the rules at home - what had gotten into her?

The rest of the day drolled on without incident. Mostly, Jae passed the time in between his two afternoon classes rehearsing what he would say to Jiheon about her behavior. He looked for her in the hallway, thinking he might confront her about neglecting to wear underwear but he never got the chance.

When next he saw her, Jiheon was skipping toward his car around 4:30 right after her cheer leading practice got out. He almost wished to see her in the outfit as usual; she always looked incredible in the tight fabric. Instead she was wearing the same gray v-neck sweater and classic schoolgirl skirt - rolled over a few times so she could show off way too much leg for her father's approval. He would mention that to her during their talk, he committed to memory.

He had almost forgotten what his friend Jinwoo had told him about Jiheon earlier that day… almost. That was until she opened the back door and reached way inside to set her bag down over her father's briefcase. Her skirt, short as it was, did nothing to hide his daughter's delicate pink pussy.

Between Jiheon's plump cheeks and exposed thighs she was completely bare and smooth. His eyes were frozen on it; Jiheon's womanhood was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. What he would have given as a boy her age to have gotten his hands and more on her… it was unfathomable. Jiheon was truly perfect from the outside in.

Jae had to tear his eyes from her tiny opening; he was already distracted when he should have been scolding her.

"Jiheon!" he yelled at her; she popped up from her bent over position and looked at him worriedly. "You're not wearing any…" he leaned in whispering, "underwear."

"Oh right… I umm… forgot." Jiheon lied; her dad could see right through her.

Jae told her to get in the car and then walked angrily around the car while glancing over at Jiheon and the feigned look of ignorance on her face. When she sat down in the car he watched her smooth the short skirt over her white thighs. Somehow, knowing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath as she sat there next to him was intriguing… exciting even

And yet the school boys, probably some of the punks he had in his classes, had seen her in the way he just had. Even his friend, her teacher and an older man, had seen Jiheon's young pussy and could have been as turned on as he'd been. Jae didn't want anyone but him to see her like that, because he was likely the only one who could resist her.

"Jiheon, we need to talk." Jae said quite seriously. Jiheon hunched her shoulders as if to retreat.

"Can you guess what I'm going to say?" He asked her.

"Yes dad," Jiheon replied with attitude, "that I have to wear panties to school?"

"Well yes, definitely that. What were you thinking anyway honey? How many boys at school do you think saw your…" naming his daughters pussy to her made it too real. "I did within ten seconds."

Jiheon's face quickly revealed a smile. "You think that's something to smile about?" Jae snapped. Why would she be smiling about her own father seeing her so intimately?

Why would she be smiling in their current situation? Jae waited for the answer, but still she was trying to hide a smirk. Had she done it intentionally? Did she want her father to see?

"No daddy…" she hesitated. Jiheon was stalling

"What then?"

"I'm just wondering…" still she paused.

"Jiheon, spit it out!" her father commanded.

"…if you thought it was pretty?"

Her father was stunned, he truly had not expected anything like that from his daughter. Mostly he had assumed she would be completely grossed out that her father looked at all, much less how long he'd stared.

"Wh…what did you say Jiheon?" Where before he had been stern and confident, now his voice was more unsteady.

"It's just that one of my friends said my pussy looked different and I didn't think so but I don't know so I…" she was rambling as she sometimes did when she was nervous, "I was just wondering if you if you liked it daddy, or was it different like my friend said?"

"That's not something I can answer Jiheon, you're not my little girl anymore. You're a grown woman."

"You can't just tell me daddy? You must think it isn't pretty if you won't just say so!" Jiheon pouted. Jae couldn't tell I'd she was playing at something or not.

"Jiheon that's not the point," her father replied. He'd certainly gotten a good look and found her tight little entry to look incredible, but he wasn't about to tell his daughter that. "The point is that you can't be going to school bottomless! Jinwoo brought it to my attention and who knows who else saw."

Jiheon looked positively defeated; with a tail between her legs, purse-lipped look and sad eyes. Still he couldn't let up, Jae had to be firm with her.

"What has gotten into you lately Jiheon? I mean you know better than that. You should be glad its me telling you and not your mother."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Jae couldn't quite hear it, but he thought she was talking back to him.

"What did you say?" he asked angrily.

"I said I'm sorry Dad!" with a tear rolling down her cheek. Jae realized he'd been wrong. Jiheon turned to the window and took a quick breath.

"Oh come on Jiheon there's no need to cry." He leaned in to look at her face. A few tears had streamed down; he hadn't meant to make his little girl cry. "If it makes you feel better, you look just right… down there… just the way a beautiful girl like you is supposed to."

Jiheon stopped her hastened breathing and was visibly relieved. She stopped crying, at least there was that. It took a few moments of attempting smalltalk and a joke or two but eventually Jae broke through to his daughter, and by the end of the ride he was feeling much better about their talk.

Every so often, however, he would glance over upon the sight of her skirt riding higher on her enticing thighs. Normally the sight of his daughter's fit little body didn't phase him, but somehow, somewhere in his head he didn't want to acknowledge… knowing she was bare, shaven and with only the fabric of her skirt to block his probing eyes, he was undone.

"But seriously honey, from now on, underwear, please?" Jae said as they pulled in the driveway.

"Yeeess Daaadd." She drew out.

Jiheon's sexiness prevailed as he watched her get out of the car, part of him wondering if he might catch a glimpse of her cute butt or her tight little pussy. Instead, as Jiheon bent over to reach for her bag, this time she held her hand between her legs and fingers trapping her skirt beneath. When she turned, she found her father behind her and knew he'd been watching her. She flashed him her cutest smile and touched his arm as she pranced by. There was something mischievous about it, and though he'd truly hoped to be rid of Jiheon's antics, somehow he doubted it.

And so the next day, as he sat at his desk grading papers, he knew what the authoritative knock was about before he stood up to open the door. But this time, it wasn't his friend, it was the school principal with Jiheon in tow. This time, Jiheon hadn't been merely dressed inappropriately but had been found in the janitor's closet with a classmate's hand up her shirt.

He looked at her, standing there looking as blameless as she possibly could. Her shirt was still disheveled looking, he could see a bit of her smooth stomach peeking out at him. Her skirt was no less revealing than the day before. For a split second he wondered if, like yesterday, were he to lift up her skirt a few inches he would find her bare and bottomless again.

All the while the principal droned on. He had never liked Principal Kim that much, and as he stood there now, being agreeable as the man chastised his daughter he wasn't gaining any respect for him.

"…Now I've brought her to you directly because I want to put an end to this before it gets any more serious or embarrassing."

"Thank you Mr. Principal," Jae offered, "I assure you I will deal with Jiheon severely.

As Principal Kim explained that he'd be giving her a Saturday detention and that he could do a lot more, Jae once again nodded and spoke when he thought the man wanted to hear anything but his own voice. Mostly, he stared at his young daughter and held her gaze whenever she would look up from her feet.

He refused to utter a word on the whole car ride home, he found that it always got to Jiheon more than any of his other tactics. She tried to get him to say something once or twice but the cold glare, unflinchingly forward, told her to keep her mouth shut. The one thing she was grateful of was that her mother wouldn't be home to add to the punishment.

When they walked through the door, Jae grabbed his daughter's arm firmly. Jiheon yelped in response as he dragged her over to the couch in their living room. He nearly tossed her to a seat on the couch, and Jiheon knew how serious he was. He wanted to, badly, but decided against raising his voice. Instead, he said as calmly as he could.

"Jiheon, I just don't know what to say. We talked about this… we agreed… and now this!"

She was silent.

"I mean what am I missing?? Do you want me to lose my job?"

"Dad…I…" Jiheon didn't finish her sentence.

"Oh now you aren't so brave like you were before huh? One minute you're a bad girl, fooling around in the closet with some boy, and now you have nothing to say." He could see Jiheon starting to tear up again and Jae felt the same way he had the day before. 'Not again,' he thought.

"I just…" she was still fumbling around for words.

"I just what?!" He demanded of her.

"I can't help myself daddy!" she said.

"What is that supposed to mean," Jae shot back.

"I mean I start feeling a certain way and then I can't help myself."

Jae truly couldn't understand what she was trying to get at - was this was an angle she was playing or she was somehow telling the truth?

"I get horny Dad, I get hot and bothered and then I start doing things I know I shouldn't. It keeps happening and I don't mean for it to."

"I don't believe you Jiheon, and you better watch your words closely or I am going to really be angry. I won't have my daughter talking that way."

"I'm not lying Daddy I swear." She was really laying it on thick now, or was she? The tears in her eyes said differently. "It's like I already feel that way in the car before I even get to school. I don't know what to do daddy I keep doing things without thinking and I just…"

Jae was feeling bad for her, if only slightly. If she was telling the truth it meant his daughter was having urges, like those he'd had toward Jiheon when she'd bent over and he'd seen her naked lower half right in front of him. Only Jiheon was obviously unequipped to deal with them.

"You expect me to believe all this Jiheon," Jae said with a look of astonishment. "and even if I did how do you expect for me to deal with what happened today?"

His little girl responded feebly, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, I know I was bad… but I'm not lying!" Jae wondered if she could really live up to her promise.

"Even if what you're saying is all true… It is still your responsibility to control yourself Jiheon. You are not a child anymore honey."

"Maybe…" She was unsteady in her words, "maybe you could help me?"

He thought about what she'd said for a minute, and knew that he wouldn't be too harsh on her in the end. Jae decided to skip some tongue lashing and a whole lot of back and forth arguing between he and his unruly teen. She'd asked him for help, though he wasn't sure of what kind.

Jiheon was finally looking at him more than down her fidgeting feet. For the past few minutes since she'd kicked off her shoes she had been wiggling her toes in the carpet and staring downward. Now she was looking remorsefully at Jae with her pretty brown eyes. She never thought that she'd end up here, involving and disappointing her father. So when he responded to her much more lovingly than she'd expected, she listened closely.

"Here is what I'm going to do…" Jae said assertively. Jiheon listened, wide-eyed.

"Jiheon I have got to ground you, I won't have any argument." He put his hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples as he said, "And not a word to your mother about this, I'd be in as much trouble as you if she found out.." Jiheon knew she had lucked out, though her father wasn't done.

"You are definitely not going to that concert this weekend."

"Uhh," Jiheon let out involuntarily, her mouth was open in frustration.

"Oh you better believe it. If your mother asks you'll tell her it is because of the call she took last week about your clothing."

Jiheon nodded.

"And that last thing, about your… feelings." Jiheon's eyes widened. "Maybe you ought to think about, you know…" he was speaking quieter now, "taking care of yourself before school…"

Jiheon blushed and looked bashfully away with a smile.

"…And if you get any more feelings like that, come to my office right away and we'll figure out a way to take care of you."

Jae definitely didn't miss the grin that formed momentarily on Jiheon's face just after his last words to her. He hadn't meant it that way, but looking at her in her adorable outfit and innocent posture, the smile provoked an inappropriate fantasy of working through Jiheon's arousal in the privacy of his office. He decided to let it go.

"Okay daddy, I promise." Jiheon shrugged. He actually believed her; she sounded sincere.

They looked at each other wordlessly for a moment, searching for something in the other's eyes.

"Now go to your room, I'm still mad about all this, and your grounding starts now."

Jiheon scampered off to her room, but not before catching her father off guard with a hug. Her father watched the petite little teenager strut away. Her tight clothing did wonders to show off her slender frame, everything held snugly in place even as she bounced up the stairs. And indeed, after her pert butt came into view he could see a pair of black panties that were far too small in his opinion, for school anyway. At least she was wearing them.

Visions of the cute brunette danced through his head as he brooded over the last two days throughout the evening. His wife was actually happy with him for once when she found out that Jae had grounded their daughter indefinitely.

The next morning, Jiheon smiled and touched him on the shoulder when she came down for a bowl of cereal as he drank his morning coffee. Her face looked flushed and she smiled naughtily at him when they locked eyes. Jae was utterly distracted from the newspaper by the thought that Jiheon had been touching her little pussy only a few moments before, and the boy shorts and night shirt she was walking around the kitchen in certainly didn't help. He could make out entirely too much the shape of her young breast when she reached for a box of cereal; her nipple protrudely enticingly though the thin fabric.

Despite all her teasing, there was no trouble the next day… or the next… or the next. There was no stopping the occasional daydream about her cute bottom or wonderful breasts, but at least he didn't have to hear about Jiheon's misdeeds and imagine her being felt up by a boy in the closet. Jae was happy to be rid of Jiheon's rebellion, and his troublesome thoughts about her were less frequent without the daily conflict.

Unfortunately, his efforts were overturned as he went to hurry Jiheon along one morning when she was taking too long to get ready for school. As he reached her door and heard the soft panting from behind it, he knew Jiheon was taking his advice. Though he'd raised his hand he did not knock. He merely listened as her adorable cooing continued.

"Uh, uh, uuuuuhhh…" Jiheon sounded; she must have been close by the sound of it.

Sure enough, after a few more seconds… or perhaps it was longer… he heard his beautiful daughter moaning more loudly. She tried to use a pillow to stifle her, which would have worked if her father wasn't standing just outside the door. Jae stood there, transfixed… he'd just listened to his little girl finger perfect cute button, cumming a few feet away from him - and at his own recommendation.

When the door opened in front of him, he wasn't prepared for it. Jiheon didn't know what to say either, so she stood still. She was close to him and though she didn't mean to, she glanced briefly down at his pants. Quickly her eyes found her fathers and she tried to pretend she hadn't seen his bulge. The only sound between them was heavy breathing on both their parts before her father spoke.

"Honey , I… I was just coming to make sure you were awake." Her father told her.

"Oh… okay daddy… I'll hurry and get ready."

They locked eyes again before she made her way to the shower, wearing nothing more than a bra and pair of panties, more fuel for her father's imagination.

They were awkward around each other on the ride to school. Jiheon was confused about what was happening between her and her dad. She knew she should have been dismayed by her father listening in on her, but she wasn't in the slightest. In fact, she had a familiar feeling that caused her to fidget in her first few classes.

And her father was understandably preoccupied with thoughts of Jiheon while he got through his morning. He had set out to stop Jiheon misbehaving in school and found himself wanting to serve up his own kind of detention to his daughter. Such were the prevailing thoughts as Jiheon stepped swiftly into his office and shut the door behind her.

"What is it baby?" he questioned her as Jiheon leaned heavily against the door. Despite the morning's activities she was now more aroused than any day she could remember.

"Dad… I had to come in here…" she looked worried, "I was starting to feel that way again and I did what you told me to do and came right to you."

"Sit down honey," Jae told her, "let's try and distract you."

And try as he did to distract his daughter from her predicament, she was still visibly aroused after over five minutes of talking.

"Do you think I could… do it here daddy?"

"Do what Jiheon… wait you mean… no… not here…" He couldn't fathom allowing Jiheon to finger herself in his own office, and where was he to go while she did?

"But daddy… I promise I'll be quiet, you won't even know I'm here." Once again with the puppy dog look in her eyes Jae's resolve was quickly shaken.

"I don't know Jiheon…"

"It's okay dad, if you just grade your papers I'll be so quiet."

Jae didn't know why, but he kept quiet and glanced down at his desk. While he shuffled papers he could hear his daughter adjust herself in his chair. At first she was quiet, and he even attempted to resist looking in her direction, using his computer screen to conceal the view. But when he heard Jiheon panting his eyes were drawn in her direction.

She was sprawled across his chair, head thrown back and hand down between her legs. She looked so beautiful, and her breathing was causing a stirring in his pants. She wasn't being quite as quiet as she promised, but he was anything but upset with her. Jiheon was the embodiment of youth and sexuality as she nudged herself closer to orgasm.

She had pushed her tight pants and panties both down her legs so her naked bottom was visible to him. If he were a younger man, one of her classmates perhaps, he would have liked to join her. He would have grabbed at the painted-on pair of khaki pants and tugged them over her skinny ankles. He would have turned her sharply toward him, so her hips hung just over the edge of the chair before he…

Jae was staring at his daughter, and it was too late before she noticed. He watched her abdomen begin to convulse, tightening rhythmically as she eagerly fingered her soft mound. She was nearing her climax, and when she noticed her father watching her it was upon her before she knew it. She looked right into his eyes and searched them, knowing he shouldn't be watching her but not wanting him to stop.

What she felt next was wonderful. As Jiheon came, her eyes flitted down and back up to her father's. For the second time that day, she came and her own daddy was on her mind. This time, however, he wasn't standing outside her door but sitting right in front of her. Where before he had been listening to her he was now watching, and she knew how much he liked it. As the sweet wave of sensation washed over and through her, she felt her love for her father evolve further.

"Oh my God," Jiheon whispered.

'Oh my God,' her father thought.

As Jiheon calmed down from her heightened state she tried to slow her breathing. Her father pretended to do something with the papers on his desk but she knew she had distracted him beyond belief. She almost felt bad for him, wondering if he was hard under his desk after watching her touch herself not five feet away. Jiheon spoke first,

"Thanks dad, I needed that."

"You're welcome baby… but I don't think you should plan on doing that in here anymore."

"Why not daddy?" Jiheon asked sweetly.

"Because Jiheon, we're in my office… at your school… and I shouldn't be watching y…" He stammered, not meaning to admit it, "I mean letting you touch yourself here." Jae replied, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself.

"But Dad…" Jiheon was trying to be cute again, "are you sure it's because we're at school, or is it something else?"

Jae didn't really have an answer for the question, though he was certain he knew what his cheeky young daughter was getting at. So Jiheon flipped her hair back over her shoulder, slid out of the chair and grabbed the waistband of her pants at her ankles.

Once again her father was dazed; the sexy brunette had turned away from him and bent at the waist. As she reached down her beautiful legs flexed, her butt looked cute and plump, and best of all her tiny flower and its pink petals peered back at him above a visible gap between her upper thighs. It glistened wonderfully, betraying that what she'd done during school much less in front of her own father.

Having just seen Jiheon pant and shiver herself into orgasm, he wanted nothing more than to walk up behind her and push into her tight opening with his solid tip. And all too soon she was easing her tight waistband up and over her backside, shimmying to get it over her hips. Jae let out the breath of air he'd been holding as his momentary daydream evaporated.

"I'll see you after school daddy." Jiheon said cutely as she walked to the door. Her father intended to stand and escort her to the door. Glancing down as he placed his palms on the desk, he knew if he stood he show how he truly felt about wanting his little girl.

The bell rang. Lunch period was over. Jiheon felt disappointed she'd been cheated out of seeing her father's erection tenting his pants, as the bell gave him an excuse to sit back down. She wanted to see it, and how could she be blamed? Jiheon couldn't help that she'd been thinking of him as he sat and watched her slide her finger back and forth over her clit. It was his name on the tip of her tongue as she shook through the warm rush of pleasure.

So, it was her daddy on her mind as she sat through her afternoon classes. Math was her least favorite subject, but as she debated whether or not to continue her teasing of her father and how far it might go, the bell rang before she'd even checked the clock. And as she sat through the last class of the day, Jiheon knew her answer.

Things were happening kind of fast for Jae and Jiheon both. One minute Jae was feeling protective about his innocent teenager on display at school. The next he was staring at his daughter's midsection or her full, soft cleavage while she was sprawled bottomless on his office chair. He had never looked at her breasts with such desire before; he imagined they would look great in any position… probably pert, with gravity defying youth if she was on top of him.

They talked as usual on the way home. Jiheon had no skirt to push up high on her thigh, and she'd already unbuttoned her blouse far enough that her dad could see her white push-up bra squeezing her tits together.

There was a different attitude toward each other influencing every word and glance. Suddenly Jae wasn't just chatting with his daughter, he was flirting with her. Jiheon's smiles had him asking prying questions and joking around to keep hearing her adorable laugh.

Jiheon's mother was home when they got back and it spoiled all the fun. Jiheon wanted to be near to him, near enough to feel her daddy's warmth and intimidating presence. She had to settle for the occasional sideways grin at him at the dinner table or later a few words in the family room with her mother nearby. The only vision Jae was treated to of his young brunette was that of Jiheon's subtle curves cloaked in one of his own t-shirts. Her breasts stood out proudly in the light of her bedside lamp, but only momentarily for she closed the door and was hidden from his view.

Things had changed so quickly over the last few days. Keeping Jae up that night was the thought of his daughter's hand between her legs in his office, the tantalizing view of her breasts beneath an unbuttoned blouse, and the tortuous thought that Jiheon might be wearing nothing but his old t-shirt but a room away. Jae never had trouble sleeping, even when stress at work had him wound up all day, but this was different. His wandering mind conjured images of his baby, bare and beautiful, in all the ways he wanted her. If he went into her room right now, after all that had happened, would she want him too?

In turn, Jiheon lay awake in her own bed, wishing she could have pushed things a bit further with her daddy. She saw him looking at her with desire before he told her to change before school, and every moment up to then she'd gotten more daring. Jiheon came again that night, and with her fingers inside her pussy she pretended it was her father instead. If she could only show him that she was all grown up and that if he wanted to he could do more than watch…

Jiheon's dreams were naughty that night, and she awoke feeling more aroused than ever. She'd thought her father's hand shaking her awake was part of the fantasy she'd been right in the middle of. They were both naked in her bedroom. She was lying on her back, and her daddy was hovering over her. Below… his pelvis was moving up and down and it felt incredible with her daddy's big, throbbing…

"Jiheon wake up!"

Something was stirring her from her dream. She didn't want to let go of the feeling of…

"Honey come on, it's time to wake up!" Jae said again as he shook his daughter.

Jiheon groaned and she couldn't stay asleep anymore.

"Mmmm… good morning daddy."

Jiheon pushed her arms up and over her head to stretch. As she did so her back arched and pushed her breasts through her dad's t-shirt. Jae wanted so badly to reach out and feel them, warm and supple against his hand.

"You don't want to be late for school baby." Jae told her.

"… what time is it dad?"

"It's almost 7:15, I'm guessing you haven't… taken care of yourself this morning have you?"

her father asked hesitantly.

"No daddy but I really need to, I had some dreams last night." Jiheon said sweetly, her eyes looking so pretty that morning.

"Well you better hurry honey, you don't have all morning."

Jae stood up to go, using every bit of his will not to stay. Jiheon was his little girl, and he owed it to her not to be weakened by her beauty - that wasn't her fault. But Jiheon didn't want him to go; she reached out her hand and took hold of his arm. Jae turned around, wide-eyed.

"Maybe you could stay dad…"

"What…?" Jae asked, she couldn't have said what he thought she did.

"It would be faster if you were with me… if you helped."

Jae was silent, for the upteenth time that week Jiheon had him at a loss for words. And then Jiheon was slowly moving his hand, their fingers intertwined. When he felt the warmth of her thigh he simply couldn't fathom stopping her.

So he let Jiheon keep urging him higher between her legs. At first she may have been guiding his hand but by the time he came in contact with her incredibly warm center he'd taken over. Even the outside of what he knew would be a beautifully tight tunnel was slick with his daughter's arousal.

"Jiheon, I shouldn't be doing this."

"It's okay daddy," she said. He heard Jiheon take a deep breath; she'd been holding it in anticipation. "Please… please I really want you to…"

"Baby, I.." he started, but Jiheon cut in:

"Just until I cum once daddy… I promise I'll be quick."

She was too adorable, irresistible; Jae began rubbing his finger up and down her tiny lips. Jiheon wrapped her fingers around her daddy's wrist as he touched her. It only took a moment or two before Jiheon was taking quick and shallow breaths, so when her father pressed the tip of his finger to her opening and then past it it took only seconds for her to climax.

"Oh my God daddy… I'm cumming…"

In the instant he urged his finger into her Jae knew she was a virgin - it put a smile on his face. His daughter was a sight to behold as he continued to slide his index finger in and out of her through the orgasm.

He'd been so caught up fingering his little girl he hadn't noticed that she'd maneuvered her hand over to his lap. As if watching the sexy brunette convulse wasn't enough to make him hard, the way she was grabbing at and stroking his erection through his pants certainly did.

Jiheon came to after a moment or so but didn't stop holding onto her daddy's penis. She wasn't to see; she could tell by feeling it that her he must have a huge one. When Jae moved her hand off she sighed and wished she could go on touching him. Jae wished she would to, but with their mother getting ready to leave downstairs, he had to go.

At school that day he didn't see his daughter all day, Jae had told Jiheon that he needed time to think. He'd intended to find a way to end the dangerous game that he and his baby girl were playing, but instead he could only think of her sprawled on the bed that morning. Jiheon found herself fidgeting in class, thinking of her daddy's hands on her pussy… his finger inside of her. It took her everything not to disobey his orders and go running to his office.

The ride home was stuffy. Jiheon squirmed in her seat, wondering if her dad would speak up about their morning's activities. But he didn't say anything about it. In fact, he didn't say much at all. She sat there, conflicted about the desires toward her father she felt. She wished he would visit her later that night to tuck her in. As she wiggled her fingertip over her sensitive clit she could only think of her father.

Jiheon didn't have much experience with boys. She'd only given a handjob at a sleepover; her parents definitely didn't know there would be boys there. Even then he'd only lasted a minute or two. Somehow she knew that her daddy would be a much better lover, that he'd be gentle with her and show her things she'd never felt before.

But he didn't come to her room that night. He didn't wake her in the morning either, so Jiheon lay there awake and unable to motivate herself to masturbate the way her dad had instructed. Furthermore, her dad wasn't there to drive her to school in the morning either; her mother said he'd gone to work early for a meeting.

Jiheon was worried. Had she done something wrong? She knew her father was hesitant about what was happening between them, but she couldn't have mistaken his arousal the morning he'd sent her into a feverish orgasm. She wanted to be near him, to know that everything was okay and he still loved her.

And then there was that feeling again. It started in her first period when one of her classmates was staring at her with the same look she'd seen many times. She was wearing her sweater dress with tall dark socks. From her knee to the very high hem of the dress was completely bare. She thought she looked cute in the mirror that morning, and Jack's terrible attempts to hide his gaze confirmed it. She hadn't even gotten to show her dad that morning.

The feeling grew each period until lunch. Her friend Chae slipped past her in the lunch line, and the way he brushed his hips against her butt couldn't have been an accident. She was surprised; usually Chae didn't come on to her like that. Perhaps she looked a little cuter than she intended. All through lunch she dealt with a tingling heat building inside her.

Jae was working quietly at his desk during the lunch period when the door quickly opened and closed. Jiheon pressed her back against it and breathed heavily.

"What the heck Jiheon?" Jae asked incredulously. His daughter's chest heaved a few more times as she caught her breath. Even in the oversized sweater her body was a thing to marvel at. It barely covered anything. Or maybe it did, but his fatherly instincts had him thinking he needed to buy his little teenager a new wardrobe.

"What the heck…DAD?" Jiheon looked up and fired back.

"I don't like your tone."

"Well I don't like when a boy touches me and then doesn't talk to me ever again." Wow was she feisty, he father thought. He was surprised to hear her so confrontational, but he liked it.

"Okay first of all, I'm not a boy I'm your father. And second it isn't like that."

"What is it like DAD, because it feels like I came to you and asked for your help and now you're ignoring me?" She started to sound sad, and Jae knew she wasn't exactly wrong.

"Baby," he told her "I'm sorry… I didn't mean for it to be like that."

Jiheon took a few steps toward him. She wasn't sure what she was looking for from him, but the arousal that had been driving her crazy a few minutes ago certainly wasn't gone. Jae went on to say that he just thought they needed to take a little time off and think about what had happened. He said he didn't mean to ignore her, he loved her…

And then he stopped talking. He stopped because his hands were on his daughter's hips. His hands were on Jiheon's hips and she had just straddled his lap. Her dress had ridden up on her hips and revealed a pair of black cotton panties.

Neither of them wanted to say anything and spoil the moment. Jae was done making excuses. His daughter obviously wanted this, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it too, whatever IT was.

So when Jiheon started slowly moving her hips he didn't protest. He had been hard since he saw her walk in the door. Jiheon could feel her father's cock sticking straight up toward his belt and she guided her hips along that path. Her father's hands held her tight and pushed her firmly down into his lap.

"Unhhh," Jiheon whined as his shaft stimulated her clit wonderfully. "Oh God daddy…"

She was already so aroused, but when her dad reached a hand up and under the dress she was on fire. His fingers inched high enough to encounter her bra; but when he didn't find one he wasn't entirely surprised. Just before his hand came to cup her soft breast, Jae realized he'd never seen Jiheon's breasts. Sure, he'd caught a glimpse of them in one of her tiny little shirts, but with his hand resting just below, Jae held his breath.

Jiheon kept grinding on her father's lap while waiting for him to move his hand higher. The tingling feeling continued to spread from her core to her limbs, from her limbs to the tips of her fingers. When her daddy's hand finally encircled the bottom of her tit she moved her hand over his quickly to close it. The sensation of his large palms holding her gently quickly brought her orgasm close at hand. He pawed, he squeezed, testing the softness and bounce of her breast. This, of course, had Jiheon moaning and writhing fast in her father's lap.

"Unhh… unhhh… unhhhh…" cried Jiheon, "Daddy you're gonna make me cum… your big cock feels so… unhhh… good!"

Jae worried that someone might hear them, or walk in to see him feeling up his daughter while she humped his lap desperately. But he couldn't stop her… he wouldn't. Her bottoms were so wet that they were leaving a damp spot on his slacks, and still he only urged her down harder. The layers of cloth between his daughter's bare pussy and his solid shaft dulled the sensitivity, but the sheer weight of their forbidden actions were really getting Jiheon going.

It was too much for her and seconds later, with a gasp and clench of her thighs, Jiheon was cumming in her daddy's lap. The teenager had to bury her head in her father's shoulder to silence her cries, but still she worked her mound over her father's bulging pants. She was quivering and unsteady as she did.

Jae adored his baby girl and the level of satisfaction he'd brought her. He'd given her exactly what she needed after a tough morning of dreaming that her dad might help her cum like he had the day before. He was ecstatic to help her, but now he was stuck with a hard-on like no other and frenzied desire to lay Jiheon on the desk and ravage her.

He did just that, and Jiheon barely noticed for her head was still rattled by the effects of her climax. The added pressure of her father''s hips against her own didn't help it clear as he laid her on the desk. Jae had easily lifted the tiny brunette and placed her where he wanted her. As he scrunched the sweater up her lithe body it shuffled and creased the papers he'd been grading. He couldn't have cared less. His hands quickly moved to his belt. Jae was going to be buried inside his beautiful teenager once and for all.

His pants fell, and his fingers fumbled to Jiheon's waist. He would have ripped off her panties but he needed to be more gentle with her.

"Daddy what are you doing?" Jiheon asked when she finally came around.

"Shhh baby, daddy's going to fuck you now, okay?"

Jiheon was worried, she had come into his office wanting something, but this was more than she'd bargained for.. The bulge in her father's boxer briefs looked big… too big. And not on his desk in the middle of the school day!

"NoooOoo…" she whined, "we shouldn't… we can't Daddy."

Jae wasn't hearing her, instead focusing his energies on keeping Jiheon still so he could remove her miniature black underwear His own daughter had just humped herself into orgasm and he intended to show her how to make her father feel good too. His cock throbbed to be released and then enveloped in Jiheon's tight quim.

"Daaaad…nooo…" she protested, drawing it out when his bulge came in contact with her bare clit. Her legs hung down over the edge of the desk, panties stretched between her feet.. 'This is really going to happen,' she thought. Jiheon didn't know whether to be scared or excited; wasn't this what she wanted all along? His penis looked so large that she was worried what it might do to her,

And then the bell rang.

The two of them held still until the long drone overhead stopped. Jae took stock of his daughter: face still flushed, her dress bunched just above her perfect little nipples and her tiny opening was waiting to accept him. Jiheon's eyes didn't leave her father's as he loomed over her. What was he going to do?

Jiheon's socks brushed the backs of her father's legs, jolting him out of his transfixion. Jae couldn't make up his mind. Should he just do it, should he take his daughter's virginity right there in the middle of his office? He certainly wanted to, and she was so vulnerable and ready for it.

He was taking too long; Jiheon started to worry she would be late for class again. Ms. Sherman was the one who caught her in the closet with that boy and she didn't want to test her again. Jiheon slowly slipped to her feet, unable to help her tiny mound from coming in contact with her father again.

She pulled her dress down and smoothed it out over her thighs. Watching her nude little body disappear was a terrible thing, especially as the sweater material covered up her youthful breasts

"Sorry Daddy… I have to go." There really was remorse in Jiheon's eyes as she said it. She leaned in close, putting a hand on her father's chest and standing on tiptoe "But you can fuck me after school if you still want to…"

It was jarring to hear Jiheon talk that way. Jae was speechless as his teenager kissed him on the lips and walked toward the door.

"Thank you daddy," she said with a big smile. "I feel much better now, I promise I'll pay you back later. I get out of cheerleading at 4:30"

Jae grimaced. 'What a tease,' he thought to himself. He felt like grabbing her by the arm and pinning her against the wall so he could call in her promise immediately. From the looks of it she was going to be a very tight fit; he might have to take his time helping her adjust. He knew he was well endowed, perhaps more-so considering how tiny Jiheon's pussy was, but he looked forward to filling her up regardless.

It must have taken Jae a full hour to get even a moment of work done. Even then, he was doing it half-mast. And just when he started to return to his papers, a glance down below his desk revealed Jiheon's pair of sexy black underwear. He reached down to grab them just before the bell rang, shoving them quickly in his pocket.

Students filed in for his last class of the day. But no matter what he tried, he could not get his mind off of finding Jiheon and releasing all his pent-up arousal deep into her young, snug insides. Even the glimpse of other pretty high schoolers in his class had Jae pining to be with his daughter again. The damp black lingerie that he kept thumbing in his pocket was calling to him, convincing him of what he had to do.

He wanted her so by the time class ended that he was out the door before any of his students. He glided down the halls, checking first at her locker and then the place in the lobby where all the cheerleaders seemed to congregate. She wasn't in either place. Downstairs he checked the gym, and didn't see any of the girls out on the floor warming up for practice. As Nagyung, another cheerleader walked toward the girls' locker room, he called out to her .

"Tell Jiheon her father needs to see her right away, will you Nagyung?"

"Sure Mr. Reynolds!" she responded. Nagyung was always curiously nice to him.

Inside the locker room Jiheon's friend relayed the message. Girls who overheard "ooo-ed" and "ahh-ed" or taunted that Jiheon was in trouble. Jiheon herself wondered what her dad could want badly enough to pull her out of practice. Quickly she pulled on the rest of her cheerleading outfit. They had really gotten away with showing a lot of skin this year, with a halter-top and skirt that barely covered her behind. Of course, they had matching boy-shorts to cover up on spin and jump moves, but in her haste Jiheon hadn't put them on. It reminded her of earlier that day, which obviously brought a certain heat beneath her skirt.

Sure enough, her father was waiting close by.

"Hey Dad, what's up…" Jiheon started, but her father interrupted.

"You're not in trouble Jiheon but follow me." He grabbed her by the arm and quickly led her across the gym. Jiheon was nervous but admittedly excited about what was going on. She always liked it when boys were a little agressive; her father's strong grasp sent butterflies fluttering through her tummy.

When they reached the other side of the gym she thought he would take them through the exit doors next to the bleachers. Instead she watched her father check around them, standing next to the plastic panels blocking entry beneath the bleachers. When he seemed sure nobody was watching, Jae ducked behind the false wall and dragged his daughter with him.

It was darker there; nobody could see without looking for them. Once they were both safely concealed, Jae pulled his daughter in close and pressed her against the wall of the gym. His lips fell upon hers greedily, and Jiheon lifted a leg to pull them together. She knew what her dad wanted; the hard-on fighting against his slacks gave him away.

She kissed him with an equal amount of passion. Even though he'd helped abate her pent up urges earlier that day, thinking of what he'd meant to do to her when he'd pulled off her panties had riled her up more than ever. Jiheon didn't care that it was wrong. She didn't care that they were in her school or under the bleachers. And she didn't care that she could hear the cheerleading squad gathering out on the gym floor. By the time her other foot lifted off the ground as her father pinned her against the wall, Jiheon was ready for whatever was next

"Slow down Daddy," Jiheon giggled, "I'm all yours now…"

But he didn't slow down. Just as soon as his lips left hers, his fingers found the hem of her top and pulled it up over her head. The tight-fitting shirt rustled her hair as it left her shoulders, and her pert breasts jiggled free of their trap. Her back came into contact with the cold wall but her bare chest was immediately warmed by her dad once again squeezing her between him and the concrete.

As their lips came together again, father and daughter's tongues fought to gain ground. They practiced twirling around each other's; Jiheon licked the roof of Jae's mouth playfully. All the while Jiheon was unbuttoning her father's shirt. And before long, Jae's hands lowered to his baby's waist. He paused to grip her tit, admiring it briefly before wrapping thumb and forefinger around her thin waist.

But he didn't stop there, and as soon as his hand cleared the ruffled fabric of her skirt, he found her bottomless once again.

"Jesus Jiheon, you are a bad girl," his fingers taunted the outer lips of her now-slick entrance, "do you ever listen to me baby?"

Jiheon tilted her head, arching her back simultaneously while her father fingers pried at her sensitive lips. "I'm sorry daddy…uuoohhh… I didn't have time to put my bottoms on before I came out."

They remained silent for a moment while concentrating on what Jae was doing with his hands down below. He continued to feign that he might sink a finger into her hot little center, but then he'd pull away. It was driving Jiheon crazy.

"I'll listen now daddy…" she said through a breath and a gasp, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, I promise."

Standing there with his gorgeous daughter, touching and gazing upon her slender teenage body and its inexplicable proportions, he knew exactly what he wanted her to do.

"Okay then Jiheon," he started, while sliding a fingertip just between her wet lips, "how about you take off my pants first."

"Ok Daddy!" Jiheon complied excitedly. It was hard to do anything with her father's finger stroking her tingling inner walls.

She fumbled with his belt but in a few seconds his pants fell to the ground with a clink. Her hand held the outline of his manhood through his underwear, she was nervous to finally see it for real.

"It feels so big daddy," she said admiringly, but with apparent nervousness in her voice.

"It will be okay honey, I promise to go slow."

Still she ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. She wanted to tease him like he had done to her. But now, with the amazing feeling of her father working his finger in and out of her pussy to his second knuckle, Jiheon wanted to finally know what having her daddy's penis inside of her would feel like. At long last, she grabbed his waistband and tugged it over him and down around his thighs

Jae's cock sprung free of his underwear impressively; it looked over eight inches long and very thick. The way they were standing it was dangerously close to his daughter's virgin hole; it made both of them hold their breath for a second as reality set in.

Jiheon carefully took him in her hand. Her father groaned appreciatively as his daughter finally touched him the way he'd wanted for too long. Her hand looked miniature wrapped around Jae's cock, but it felt fantastic when she began sliding it up and down like she heard she was supposed to.

Jae involuntarily closed the distance between his hips and Jiheon's. Only a few more inches and he'd be positioned to make her a woman.

"I've never had sex before dad, but aren't we supposed to use a condom?" Jiheon questioned innocently.

"Yes baby." her father said, respiring heavily, "but it's okay, I'll be careful."

Inexperienced as she was, she was right, but he couldn't stop now. Jiheon wouldn't have allowed him to anyway, but his promise calmed her. They both knew Jiheon wasn't on birth control, her mother wouldn't allow it. It made their secret even riskier, and all the more exhilarating.

"I had my period two weeks ago daddy, so we have to be REALLY careful.. okay?" The way she continued stroking him, picking up speed even, made it impossible for Jae to say anything that might stop them now. Even if she was at her most fertile, nothing could stop him fucking her now.

Jiheon made like she would get on her knees; she knew a little about how to give a blowjob, and she wanted to make her dad happy. But he stopped her before she could kneel before him. Pulling her back up to face him, he kissed her, looked into her eyes and said,

"Later sweetie, I can't wait any longer to make love to you," he told her.

Jiheon wore the biggest smile he'd ever seen, she felt a warmth deep inside her and a twinge of nerves.

"Take it in your hand," her father instructed. Jiheon complied. "Now point it at your … ahhh right there…" Her father was cut off as Jiheon got ahead of him. His tip came into contact with her mound and was immediately coated with her wetness.

"Are you ready… are you sure… my bad little daughter?" As he said it Jae was nudging his tip against Jiheon's opening - it felt incredible to both of them.

"Yes Daddy…"

"Tell me you want it," he asked.

"Ugghh… I want it," she said, squirming as his tip kneaded her clit.

"Are you going to take my virginity?" Jiheon asked. She pulled at him, her hand still encircling his rod as he lingered outside of her. "Ooohh… are you daddy?…or are you going to just talk about it."

Jae scoffed, hesitating a moment at her edginess, and then promptly accepting her challenge.

He pushed forward.

Jiheon's lips protested, but gave way.

Jae's tip, the whole thing, but only that, was finally fit snugly inside her. The feeling was inexplicable. Jiheon, who was experiencing it for the first time, adored the warmth bestowed in her by her dad's invading head. And Jae had never felt something so snug and inviting; they both wanted more.

With one leg lifted and wrapped around his naked thigh to allow him access, Jiheon stood helpless but fulfilled as her dad slid in further.

There was pain at first.

Jae paused, far from entirely within his little girl.

"Are you okay Jiheon?" He asked lovingly; the look on her face demanded he check.

"Oh Dad…uhhhhhhh…" she panted needily, "Daaad…"

Jiheon's chest heaved.

She was too arousing a sight. He urged just a bit further.

Jiheon howled.

Worrying they would be heard he stopped moving.

"Shhhhhh honey," he consoled, placing a finger over her lips. Luckily the noise level in the gym was full of cheerleaders and part of band practicing. "Do you want to stop? Does it hurt too bad."

Jae hoped to God she didn't.

"NO!" Jiheon cried in a hushed voices, "No Daddy, no… Keep going, I can be a big girl for you…uhhhhh… and your…oohhhh," Her father had continued channelling into her, "your big… ohmygod…thick…unnhh… cock."

By the time she finished saying it Jae was as far as he could go. Standing the way they were he could not shove all the way into his daughter's pussy. Jiheon was lucky because she was having a hard enough time adjusting to her dad's size already.

Impaled and pinned against the wall, Jiheon returned a long, desirous kiss from her father. It helped her take her mind off the discomfort of having him inside her, penetrating her for the first time. So did the way his hands seemed to glide around her body, finding all of the right spots to massage her and help her along. When he finally moved again she was ready.

Jae slowly withdrew from his daughter.

Her snug insides gripped him, resisting his exit.

As her entrance gave way to the ridge of his tip, Jiheon let out the breath she'd been holding. Jae wanted nothing more than to plunge back inside her, but watching his little girl catch her breath he knew to wait. Instead he swiped a hand under her yellow skirt and grabbed hold of her tender, padded cheek. With the other he palmed her ample breasts.

"Put it back in daddy… please," Jiheon begged after a few seconds. She couldn't stand being so empty with his hands provoking her so.

Again he thrust into her, hesitating just inside.

Jiheon acted immediately, urging him with her leg from behind.

She whimpered as her dad drove inward.

"Ohh fuckkk daaad…" she whimpered.

"Ohh Jiheon… my little girl…" her father answered, "you feel so good…you are…" she was listening closely to dull the hurt, "perfect." he whispered in her ear.

Nobody had ever told her that. Jiheon, now speared again by her father, wanted nothing more than to make him as happy as he was making her. The ache of her lost virginity was passing, replaced by the slow piston of her daddy in her pussy. She did what she could to rock her hips to meet him.

By the third or fourth time he entered her, Jiheon lost count. Jae quickened his thrusts to a level he thought his daughter could handle, higher still when he felt her returning his movements. He could feel every inch of her insides as he slid past, and she him. Young as she was there was moisture soaking their junction and easing Jae's repeated entry into her forbidden teenage pussy.

Moments later, Jae was holding his daughter's ass firmly and plunging into her again and again. His head was nuzzled into her neck and between enamored kisses and flicks of his tongue, Jiheon could feel her father's breath heavy on her skin.

"You're so bad daddy…" she hissed in his ear, "oooohhh…you're the naughty one…"

"Is that right… uhhh… my little daughter who humped my lap…ughh.. . until you came?"

He thrust harder, prodding a little deeper into her.

"You're the one… ohh fuck daaaadd… who pulled me out of practice…uhhhh uhhhh uhhhh… so you could take my virginity…"

"My little teenager…who doesn't wear panties to school…and lets boys feel her up in the locker room." he was fucking Jiheon hard enough to see her breasts shudder with each thrust.

Jiheon gasped, "it was the janitor's closet," she whispered back and pushed her father away with a hand on his chest. His cock slid out of her and sprang to attention awaiting her next move.

"Well then daddy," she replied with attitude. Turning around, Jiheon slid her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and shimmied out of it, bending at the waist. "If you're not as naughty as me," she was glancing back at him over her shoulder, "then maybe you shouldn't fuck me doggy while while I take off my skirt for you"

Sure enough, wonderfully naked, with only the steel supports of the bleachers and dim light for a backdrop, Jiheon bent over and wiggled her butt at her dad. And before she could stand up, her father took a quick step forward, directed his tip to her bare, tender opening, and penetrated her once again.

"Unnnnnhhhhh…" Jiheon cried out, covering her mouth as she caught herself.

Carefully but deliberately Jae drove into his daughter once more. He didn't give her much time to catch her breath either; her challenge motivated him to take her more forcefully this time.

Jiheon braced herself with her hands on the wall as her dad pounded into her. Her father fucking her from behind was entirely new, as was the depth his big cock was reaching in their new position. Jiheon had to stand on her toes to help him fuck her just right. The squishing sound of her slick walls separated repeatedly by his advances was audible to both of them.

"Ooo fuck…" she whined

"Jiheon…" Jae called.

"Fuuuuck daddy," cried Jiheon as he continued to thud against her butt.

His hands firmly grasped her hips, pulling her to him when he was thrusting forward. In and out again dad's cock went in his daughter's pussy. He was making her feel things she'd never even fathomed, stimulating depths inside her with his thick cock she didn't know he could.

Her back was arched impressively and at some point Jiheon began leaning into each thrust of her father's pelvis. Her breasts hung freely and swayed until her dad reached forward to hold one. It soft and wonderful in his hand, perky like only an eighteen year old girl's could be. Jae placed his other hand on her lower back, warm with perspiration, and used it to leverage driving into his daughter's hot center. His cock kept touching a spot inside her that was sending a jolt to her brain each time he slid out of her pussy and back in.

He would remove his cock but for the very tip, then pry her back open and fill her up until she whimpered and cried. Once or twice when Jae's hips met his teenager's cute butt, he held her tight, pushing and flexing for a few precious millimeters deeper in her snug tunnel. It made Jiheon writhe, both in pleasure and pain while her dad showed her how it felt to be truly full of his manhood.

When he had plunged into her enough times, pressuring the spot that was causing her to quake and moan louder, Jiheon started to feel her knees weaken.

"Daddy… I feel…ohh no… I feel like I'm going to…" she warned desperately. She was powerless to stop him, and soon she had not enough strength to even stand on her own two legs.

Her father didn't relent, he actually picked up speed. Knowing if he refused to let up he would make his baby girl cum, Jae held her tight as her legs gave out and he continued sliding his cock in her tunnel over and over.

"Daaad… wait… I'm gonna… ughhh unhhhh… I feel"

Suddenly she went silent. A feeling, one that started deep within her, shot out in all directions. If her father hadn't reached down to cover her mouth she would have screamed at the top of her lungs. Instead, as he held most of her weight, her dad pulled her straight up and speared her insides while she moaned into his hand. As she came, fluids covered his cock and dripped down onto his legs and feet. His little girl was the first he'd ever been with that came so hard.

His little girl shaking in his arms was the sexiest thing Jae had ever experienced. He did what he could to rock his hips and continue stimulating her quaking insides while pawing at her exposed breasts and abdomen. He raked her skin lightly with his nails. Jiheon was still orgasming; tears were coming from eyes.

When she finally stopped quivering, Jae was kissing her neck tenderly and holding both her tits in his hands. His elbows squeezed her tight, and slowly but surely she found strength returning to her legs. Jiheon's whole body tingled, and there was still the incredible feeling of her daddy's cock buried in her dripping quim.

"Dad…" she paused, "that's never happened to me before." Her father was pecking kisses on her cheek and ear from behind her - it felt nice. "I'm sorry I got you all wet."

Jae chuckled at that, "Don't be sorry baby, that was the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

Jiheon blushed, reveling in being hugged tightly by her father. She wanted nothing anymore but to feel stuffed full of her daddy. Nevertheless he slid out of her as she turned around to face him.

"I want you to cum too daddy," she pleaded, taking hold of him and feeling her hand slide on his thick shaft from all the fluids she'd left.. "What can I do, I want you to feel like I just did."

A big smile crossed Jae's face: "Well I don't know if I can cum that hard little one, but can you take a little more?" he asked.

"Daaad… you can fuck me any time you want." she promised kissing his lips, "any way you want," planting a kiss on his cheek, "anywhere you want." she said, looking around and planting another one on his manly chest. On just the other side of the bleachers, some fifty feet away, Jiheon's cheerleading squad was practicing. Some of them wondered where she'd gone off to. If only they knew that she was so close by, losing her virginity to her loving father, and loving every second of it…

Reaching down he grasped her surprisingly generous butt and lifted her up. Not too far away was a stack of chairs covered in a thick packing blanket. It was the perfect place to set his beautiful brunette down and fuck her senseless. Not before that, however, Jiheon took advantage of her position and reached below her to grab her father's cock again. She had to lift herself a little, but it might just work. As she flexed her legs, they slid and slung over her father's arms. Jae wondered what she was doing, and a few seconds later he got his answer.

When Jiheon released herself, it was right down onto his upright cock. He hadn't expected it; the increase in warmth and pressure on him was amazing. His daughter surprised him yet again, the naughty little minx was doing her best to pump up and down on him as he held her in his arms. It was adorable and undeniably sexy; he let her exert her little body until she was panting from the effort.

She was so light he was in no rush to set her down and get in her way. Each time she lifted her tiny athletic body, her pussy fought his return inside of her. It turned him on so much that he knew he was getting close to his own orgasm.

Jiheon was watching between them, focusing hard on moving up and down, and Jae was watching her. He loved her look of awe and ecstasy as she changed the pace and stared at the evidence of their incest, their forbidden and life-altering love. At some point Jae was helping her move and the burning in Jiheon's thighs went away. She finally looked up to see him looking at her adoringly.

Without releasing from her gaze, Jae maneuvered Jiheon over to the stack of chairs. He withdrew just long enough to get her situated so he could fuck her just right. Jae lingered there, his heavy cock wagging and brushing her hyper-sensitive nub. He even slid his tip against her tender clit before rubbing it along the bottom of the his thick shaft. It was too long to be without her father inside her.

"Come on… please…" Jiheon begged. "fuck me daddy…ohhh…stick your cock in your little girl's pussy…I want it"

Jae held his finger to his lips again. "Careful honey." The band wasn't playing anymore outside, but someone was dribbling a basketball and the cheerleaders were still going. If Jiheon was too loud, they could be found.

Though the naughtiness of dad taking daughter's virginity in the school gym appealed to the pair, getting caught would definitely prevent their tryst ever happening again. Jiheon hoped it would. And if he hadn't been transfixed by her nakedness and the begging look in her eye, Jae would have been thinking of fucking all the ways he was going to fuck his daughter next.

But his adorable brunette was waiting patiently for her dad to be buried in her warm tunnel again, and Jae couldn't stand to keep teasing her anyway. Once more Jae felt his cockhead dangerously near entering his own daughter before it slid its path upward one final time. Drawing back he lined up, took a deep breath, and with his eyes gazing deep into his little girl's he pushed his cock back into her tiny teen pussy.

"Oh daaaad…" she whispered as he put an inch in. "Daaaaddy… its feels soo… it feels bigger daddyuuuhhh." Her whimpering made him throb with arousal.

"ohhh oww… It feels bigger this way dad…ooohhh please… stop for a minute."

Jae waited, but not more than a few seconds. Maybe the best way for his little girl to adjust would be for him to just keep fucking her, gradually. Mostly, however, Jae couldn't just stop chasing the orgasm that fucking his daughter from behind a moment ago had begun.

Jiheon's head rolled as her dad kept inching further into her. As her walls enveloped him, Jae knew he didn't have long. Watching his baby squirm and struggle to fit him, he took her head tenderly in his hand and hushed her.

"Shhh baby…uhh… try not to squeeze," Jae instructed; he didn't want to come so soon.

"Ooooo… nooo it hurts…" she whined, "daddy… fuck…"

The slick sound of Jiheon's tunnel accepting her dad's rod was amazing enough, and then there was her taut little abdomen. Each time he tried to sink all the way into Jiheon's tight pussy, it flexed to fit him. Past the peak of her clit, his rod made its way and mounded her skin in a path up her belly ever so slightly while it fought deeper into her womb.

His pace quickened unintentionally, and Jiheon seemed to be coming around to her father's strong thrusts. One of her hands scratched and pulled at his back while the other guided him to palm her breast and stroke her nipple. He was close.

"Cum for me daddy…"

"Oh Jiheon… say it again…"

"Come on daaad… cum for me." Her voice was like honey. "I'm yours daddy… I'm… oooo… I'm your bad little girl."

Jiheon was sensing from her father's heavy breathing that he was getting close. She only knew what she'd heard from her friends, but she knew that he was going to shoot sperm out of his cock that was inside her. She knew that if he wasn't careful like he promised he could get her pregnant… that would probably be bad.

"Daddy remember… ohhhh," he was starting to really fuck her then, "Mom won't let me take birth control… ohhh God… not inside me daddy!"

Jae was nearing as deep in Jiheon's tiny quim would allow. His balls contacted the eighteen-year-old's butt as he prodded her cervix.

"Ooooo fuck daddy… oohh oww…" her cries were of extreme sensation.

She was hugging him so tight.

His hands searched for more and more of her.

He shoved in, coming close enough to steal a kiss.

He pulled out, taking hold of her hips.

Again. Jiheon was stifling a moan, biting her lip.

He didn't want to be anywhere else except lodged wonderfully in Jiheon's welcoming little pussy. It was the best thing he'd ever felt, and watching her pleading eyes as he deflowered her the last thing on his mind was pulling out of her for safety.

In fact, the thought excited him. It was so taboo, getting Jiheon pregnant. His own baby girl, in her school's gymnasium, with the cheerleading team a few feet away… unprotected and so vulnerable. If he pulled out of her in time he could avoid a baby growing inside his own daughter.

He simply couldn't.

A few more thrusts into Jiheon and he hit the point of no return. Jiheon read the decision in his eyes. He was gripping her hips tight with his strong hands, depressions being made in her soft flesh.

"Daddy you can't…oooohh nooo… "

And then he was cumming. Her insides drew upon him and he was in heaven.

He pumped it into her generously, sending ropes of potent semen into his baby's womb. It felt so incredible, so right. His knees felt weak beneath him, so he held on tight to Jiheon's tiny frame. Jiheon moaned as her father painted her insides with his forbidden seed; there was a new kind of pressure within her beyond that of his pulsing cock

"Oh God… Oh daddy I feel it…" Jiheon told him.

…something about the sensation of her father's spunk being released into her pussy, filling her up more when she hadn't thought it possible… It flooded her with feeling, and just when she hadn't seen it coming.

"Daddy… ohhh… you're making me cum again!"

Already lost in the beauty of pumping his cum into Jiheon's burning womb, the extra grip of her cumming was another thing entirely. It extracted what little he had left in him. Her eyes teared as she shook silently, impaled on her daddy's cock.

Jae held his daughter tight and close, nestled deep inside her. She cooed and moaned while her father let out a last few defiant jets of cum, she could feel him throb. Having penetrated and filled deep within her, his semen made its way around her father's buried shaft. It peeked out around pink lips and wonderfully displayed their incestuous tryst.

It took more than a moment for Jiheon to come around. She was beside herself with the unfamiliar territory her father had just shown her. She was coming down from her second orgasm in a few minutes and dripping her father's cum from the place where he remained planted into her.

"Daddy you promised… you weren't supposed to cum inside me…" she scolded

"I know baby I'm sorry." He said.

"You could make me pregnant daaad…"

"I know honey, I just couldn't stop fucking you, it felt too good."

It made Jiheon smile hearing her dad confirm he felt as wonderful as she did. She knew he wasn't supposed to, but it had been the feeling of his warm cum pumping her full that had given her an orgasm in the first place. It felt wonderful, and knowing she'd made her father so aroused he lost control was too. She couldn't go on pretending she minded that he'd cum in her pussy.

"Soo bad daddy…" she chastised him. He came in close and kissed at her cheek and neck. "…you came so much I can feel it all in me." He was going to apologize to her again when he heard. "I like it… I'm glad you did."

Once again his little girl surprised him. He was thinking how terrible he'd feel if he had to bring his daughter in to get a pill, or worse, when she smiled and told him she liked that he'd cum inside her.

"Daddy's aren't supposed to cum in their daughter's pussy, Dad…" she continued, "especially when I could get pregnant so easily. "

"Well little girls aren't supposed to bend over for their fathers to fuck them either." He fired back, "but you didn't seem to mind."

Jiheon laughed and blushed as she toyed with him. "I'm only teasing you… I am so glad it was you to take my virginity daddy! And your cum feels amazing inside me."

They kissed once more, admiring each other and grateful for the love they'd just shared. When Jae thought the time was right, he began sliding his cock out of his daughter. Jiheon's eyes rolled back and she whimpered as he regrettably removed each inch. When it finally came to his head, her lips parted a little wider and released his member with a faint pop. Jae's pretty brunette giggled adorably when she heard it, new to all the sounds and sensations of sex. He intended to teach her everything, and thoroughly.

When his hardly softened cock finally emerged from Jiheon, a white pearl gleamed from her slit; a stream of cum followed soon after. Her no longer virgin hole urged her father's generous load out of her from where she was already overfilled. It looked unspeakably beautiful, the evidence of their lovemaking trickling out of her pussy. Jiheon was still returning to her normal pursed tautness after her father removed himself from inside her.

In fact, it looked so inviting and slick that Jae dared one last move. When Jiheon was least expecting it, he redirected his head at her cum-infused quim. Before she could protest, Jae shoved into her, excruciatingly stimulated by her ever-staggering tightness.

"Ooohhh fuck daddy… owwww, it's sore!"

The added lubrication helped, as if Jiheon wasn't already dripping wet. But the tiny cheerleader was far from used to having anything so large inside her; she was definitely going to need time to recover. On some level it did feel good, but Jiheon hoped her father wasn't hoping to have sex again so soon.

"Please dad… I promise you can fuck me again if you want…owww" she pleaded, "but I need a break before I can do it more."

After his hypersensitive tip felt the insides of his daughter one last time, Jae couldn't have continued anyway. He had simply wanted to feel his freshly fucked teenager one last time. He didn't know when he and Jiheon would be able to have sex again without risking exposure the way they currently were.

"Don't worry honey, I just had to feel you one last time. You looked incredible and you did so well on your first time!"

His compliments warmed her thoroughly. If he'd really wanted to, Jiheon would have let her father fuck her silly; especially if he was going to fill her up again. She was glad, however, when he removed his prodding erection from her once and for all. Again, cum seeped out of her, easing his rod as it slid along her clit wonderfully when he leaned in to kiss her.

After they were done making out like teenagers, Jae lifted Jiheon effortlessly and replaced her on the floor. She stood close to him and admired his towering form while hugging him the way she always had. Jae held on to her butt and scratched her back while she purred in his arms.

"I love you daddy." Jiheon cooed.

"I love you too Jiheon." Jae assured her.

After a moment or two they quietly gathered their mess of clothes. Jae helped Jiheon climb back into her uniform. Holding her shirt as she slid her arms back into it, Jae was sorry to see his daughter's tits stowed beneath the school's emblem.

Even after he had her all dressed and ready to go, she still had a trail of his cum sneaking down her leg. He could just see it beneath the hem of her skirt.

"Jiheon, your leg… you have some of my…"

She turned lazily to look, "I have some of my daddy's cum on my leg? Well it keeps dripping out of me so there's no point in cleaning it off!" She was trying to get a rise out of him.

"Hopefully you can cum in me some more later…if you want to daddy?" She was being her usual bouncy self, once again looking innocent and charming in her cheerleader outfit. After she asked, her hand found Jae's cock through his trousers and rubbed it playfully. He groaned as his daughter slid her hand over it a few times before releasing him.

"I'll take that as a yes. Gotta go dad, meet you at the car!"

He watched her pert backside push backward as she leaned through the gap between the bleachers and wall to check for onlookers. From the sound of it, the cheerleading practice was over; he wondered how Jiheon would explain her absence to her friends. She smiled back at him knowingly.

The last thing he saw as she squeezed through and her skirt was pulled upward was the white gleam of his semen on her tiny inner thigh. Knowing his daughter was going to be walking around the school with his fresh spunk inside her young pussy denied him the chance to be rid of his erection before he left the place of their forbidden rendezvous.

He walked like a zombie on the way to his office and then the car, mumbling goodbyes to whoever passed him on the way. Jiheon was all he could think of: what they'd done, how things would change, but most of all how amazing it was to have fucked his little girl senseless.

It was all he could do not seek her out before she made her way to the car. But she was worth the wait, back in the cute outfit she'd been wearing before, the short sweater dress boasted her youthfully smooth thighs. Despite having her in front of him, naked but for her long socks only half an hour before, now that her body was hidden from him he wanted to rip her clothes off and see again. It was as if his appetite for her had increased tenfold.

Jiheon was surprisingly comfortable with what had happened between them. She talked about how it felt, what her favorite part was… she was so innocent for a teenager who had so recently had unprotected sex with her father.

"My favorite was when you were fucking me from behind, isn't it called doggie?" She asked sweetly. "I felt like you were poking me so far inside, and you kept touching this spot that made me shake every time."

He explained everything she asked, and hearing his own daughter describe their incest in such detail tented his pants immediately.

"And then when you came in me, ohh my god," Jiheon sounded aroused as well. "As soon as I felt it I had another orgasm."

When Jiheon looked over at her father, he looked uncomfortable and seemed to be adjusting his pants.

"Awww Dad, am I making you get all big and hard again?" She teased him, "Here let me help."

Jiheon quickly reached over and grabbed him through his pants before fumbling with his belt and button. She wasted little time freeing his cock through the hole in his boxers beneath.

First she was stroking him, jerking her hand up and down on his pole like she'd seen before. But when she decided to change things up a bit it shocked her father thoroughly. She leaned over the center console and flicked her tongue on his tip. When she felt him jolt, Jiheon looked up into her father's eyes.

"Does that feel good dad?" She lapped at the underside of his tip twice, three times again."What should I do next?"

"Ohh honey," Jae moaned, "can you put it in your mouth?"

"It's big but I 'll try it for you!"

Jiheon opened her mouth wide, putting the tip of her father's cock on her tongue and padding it as she tried to take him into her mouth. It was a tight fit, but she pushed down further and challenged herself to take more. Her father's involuntary gasps told her she was doing something right.

"Oh you're doing well baby… just like that." Jiheon's father instructed.

She began to bob her head up and down while her father guided her by the neck. Within a minute or so, she was sprawled across the console to be able to touch him with two hands and her mouth at the same time. Her dress was already tugging downward in her position, so Jae simply took the opportunity to push it down further over his daughter's breasts.

Her young, perky chest came free and was pushed upward noticeably by the neck of the sweater. Her head went up and down, followed by a hand on his shaft and the other gently massaging his balls. Jae's daughter seemed to be a natural; only halfway home and he could feel his orgasm welling from inside him.

Jae was fondling his daughter's breasts and anywhere else he could reach as she sucked him. A few times she moaned; the hum from her sweet vocal cords urging him along as effectively as her mouth and fingers. Up and down she slurped; Jae was lucky to keep the car pointed straight. At least two cars driving along noticed what Jiheon was up to, matching his speed briefly to watch the little eighteen year-old nod her head in his lap. If only they knew she was sucking her father's cock… the truth made him throb.

"Jiheon you're gonna make me… uhhh… I'm gonna come baby…"

She didn't budge, only kept sucking him in and out of her mouth. She wagged her tongue back and forth over her daddy's shaft and tip. Her mouth was getting tired but she wanted desperately to make her father cum again.

She succeeded. While paused at a stoplight, she felt the first jet of cum squirt against the roof of her mouth. Jiheon lingered at the ridge of his helmet, sucking and licking amorously while her hand jerked up and down her father's staff. Each stroke pumped another stream of his cum into her mouth. Jiheon was humming again as she took in his cum.

Jae was lost; his vision left him and he could barely keep his eyes on the road. She obviously didn't know how sensitive his tip would be after she swallowed all of his load, and she kept slurping around his head.

"Ohhh Jiheon… baby you have to stop…Daddy gets sensitive when you make him…ooo… cum." Despite how cute she looked he couldn't take it anymore.

Jiheon looked up at him, wide-eyed and adorable. She slowly removed him from her mouth, flicking her tongue on him once for good measure. She was still holding him firmly, so she removed her hand and placed it on his chest while her father took deep breaths to recover. It made her happy to watch him so obviously drained from her efforts.

She helped him get his cock back in his pants and within a few more minutes, they were pulling in the driveway.

As the door opened and they drove into the garage, both father and daughter realized how different a situation they were in from doing the same thing the last time the door had shut behind them. The dark garage and the intimate cabin of the car would likely be the last time they could be truly alone for a while. Seeing her there, with her little dress scrunched around her waist, legs slung over the chair, all he could think about was how he wanted to spend as much time with her in his arms as possible.

"Baby, we are going to have to be very careful now, okay?" Jae said to his daughter.

"You mean I can't tell mom I fucked you instead of going to cheerleading practice?" Jiheon joked, "I can't tell her you fucked your little girl and came in my pussy?"

"Jiheon, I'm not kidding." Jae assured her, hoping her innocent look was an act.

"I know daddy, I promise I'll be a good little girl." She said it as she smoothed her skirt over her thighs and fixed her hair. "Until you come see me tonight and show me how to be bad again."

Jae smiled and his daughter did too. Neither of them knew what exactly was in store for them but both knew they couldn't simply end the inspired love and lust they had discovered. Jiheon got out of the car first, stealing a kiss before she grabbed her things and skipped to the door.

"Mom, I'm home! You'll never guess what happened at school today!" She flashed a mischievous grin back at her dad who followed through the door.

It was the same one she wore when she pretended to be asleep as her father called her name after slipping into her bedroom that night. Jiheon knew if he came any closer he'd see her face down on the bed, with her nightie all bunched at her waist, her naked lower half pushing up so he could see her bare, wet pussy just waiting for him.

Maybe he'd come to tell her they had to stop… but she doubted it.