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A Daughter's Duty

[Commissioned]

Seo Youngeun (KEP1ER) × Male Reader

Incest, Non-non Kink, Deepthroat, Creampie, Anal

7,830 Words

This is a repost because Tumblr cut the story short in the previous one, smh.

You’re still half-asleep, the morning sun barely peeking through the blinds. Last night was a killer, so you decided to just sleep in. You’re the CEO, after all. Who’s gonna say shit?

Then, a strange warmth, a wetness, wraps around your cock. A loud slurp echoes in the quiet room, followed by a soft, satisfied hum.

Your eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep, and you look down. And what do you expect? Of course, it’s her. Youngeun. Your daughter. Her hair is a mess, spilling over your thighs as she works, her cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed in pure devotion as she sucks you.

This whole messed-up routine started two years ago. Your wife’s new business had just exploded, leaving her busier than ever, barely home.

One morning, she just crawled into your bed, her voice a whisper, “Daddy must be so frustrated, huh?” She’d looked up at you, those innocent eyes hiding so much. “But it’s okay,” she’d said, her small hand stroking your arm. “I’ll be a good daughter. I’ll take care of you.”

And now she’s twenty, still doing her so-called “responsibility.” It’s truly messed up.

You thought this sick, sinful escapade would finally stop once she hit it big as an idol. But nope. Every time she’s on break, home from touring, she just transforms back into this eager, filial little slut, ready to serve.

That throbbing cock of yours is just swallowed by her. Youngeun gives you the messiest blowjob, her lips slick and wet, her tongue swirling around the tip. You can’t help but let out a low groan, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through your chest.

You carefully spring up, your hand instinctively reaching for the top of her head, gripping her soft hair. She doesn’t mind, just keeps on sucking, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. It’s like she’s playing with it, your cock, like it’s her favourite toy.

Her fingers, those delicate, idol-perfect fingers, are busy too. They massage the remaining inches her mouth can’t fit, stroking the shaft, then moving lower to cup your balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Ah… Youngeun…” you gasp, a little whimper escaping your lips.

Sometimes she goes slow, a teasing, languid suck that makes you ache. Then, bam! She goes fast, a rapid-fire assault that sends tingling down your spine. Deep, then shallow, her head bobbing, her eyes never leaving yours. They’re wide, innocent, yet so knowing, a constant, fucked-up reminder that this is your daughter.

“Oh, god… yes…” You moan, your hips starting to buck just a little. Finally, her mouth opens wide, and she takes you all the way down. Your cockhead sinks deep into her throat, a warm, wet vice.

Her eyes, still locked on yours, are starting to water, a sheen of tears making them sparkle. You can feel her gagging just slightly, but she holds it, her grip on you unwavering. “F-fuck… Baby,” You can barely breathe, just a ragged gasp escaping your lips.

This whole fucked-up thing has one major downside, one tiny little boundary she just won't cross. Despite all her eagerness, her absolute addiction to your cock, Youngeun won't let you cum inside her mouth. Not even once. She just refuses to swallow.

Every single time you feel that surge, that delicious pressure building, the one that tells you you’re about to explode, she pulls away. Just like that. Her head lifts, her eyes still locked on yours, a little smirk playing on her lips. She waits, her gaze expectant, for you to paint her pretty face and her budding chest instead.

You’ve asked her why, pleaded with her to just take it all. And she’ll just tilt her head, her voice soft and innocent, “Oh, Daddy, no. Letting you cum inside my mouth… that’s too much. Because you’re my father.”

It makes absolutely no fucking sense. Father and daughter the reason? But she can suck your cock like a goddamn slut, her throat working like a pro, and that’s not too much? The hypocrisy just makes your blood boil sometimes.

Right now, she’s sucking hard, her lips sliding back with a wet pop as she lets go. She giggles a light, airy sound that grates on your nerves. “Daddy, are you about to cum?”

You shake your head, a lie forming on your tongue before you even think. “No, baby. Keep going.” You want to push past this boundary. You’ve had enough of it. It’s fucked up, to begin with, but this one rule, this one stupid rule, is just the last straw.

Right after Youngeun throats your cock again, her tongue pressing hard against the underside, you grip the nape of her neck. Your fingers dig in, holding her head firmly in place. “Today, baby,” your voice is rough, “you’re going to taste Daddy’s cum for the first time.”

Her eyes snap wide, dilating with sudden terror. A choked gasp escapes her lips, and she starts thrashing, pushing against your thighs with desperate force, groaning, trying to break free. “N-no! Daddy, please… mmmph!”

Amidst her panicking, her teeth graze your cock lightly. It’s not hard, but the shock, the sudden jolt of pain, makes you flinch. You let her go. She falls sideways, gasping, coughing, almost crying, her body shaking on the bed. “Cough… Daddy… cough, cough…”

You’re up in an instant, your hand swinging. SMACK! The sound echoes in the room as your palm connects with her cheek. Her head snaps to the side, and a sharp yelp follows as she falls back onto the bed, stunned.

You squat directly above her face, your cock, still hard and throbbing, dangling over her mouth, open and gasping for air, you immediately shove your cock inside. “Gnnnnh!” Her eyes bulged. You start bouncing, fucking her face, driving deeper into her throat, choking her.

Looking down, you meet her teary eyes. They’re wide, pleading, but you don’t stop. She claws at your legs and kicks at the sheets, a useless fight. You reach back, fingers finding her stiff nipple through the thin camisole, pinching it. “Ah!” she cries, thrashing harder, but you just deepthroat her up and down, relentlessly.

“Remember what you said, baby?” you pant. “You’d take care of Daddy, right? And you’re doing so well right now.” You thrust deeper, harder. “I’m gonna reward you with my fresh cum.”

Youngeun’s eyes are filled with betrayal, but she can’t escape. Not now. Not until you explode. Your hips buck one last time, a groan ripping from your throat as you unload inside her mouth. She immediately chokes, gagging, some of it bursting out through the sides of her stretched mouth, trickling down her cheeks and chin.

You empty every last drop down her throat, a final, shuddering release. Then, with a wet squelch, you pull out. Youngeun immediately rolls onto her side, coughing violently, gagging, her body heaving. She’s retching, like she’s trying to vomit your cum right back out.

“Huuuurk… cough, cough… g-gnh…”

You step back, blowing a deep huff of satisfaction. You gaze down at her, your chest swelling. Finally. You finally managed to cum inside your daughter’s mouth and make her swallow. It feels like an accomplishment, a victory, even as Youngeun sobs, her body jerking with every heartbreaking sound.

“Sniff… hic… whimper…”

Without a single word, you turn and walk away, heading for the bathroom. Youngeun’s low cries gradually fade into the background as the hot water rains down on your body in the shower. You lose all sense of time, letting the steam and the warmth wash over you.

When you finally step out, feeling refreshed, you glance at the bed. Youngeun is gone. The sheets are rumpled, a faint wet patch where she lay, but she’s nowhere to be seen.

You get dressed, your mind feeling strangely empty, save for the lingering thought of your beautiful, sweet daughter. You leave the house, but there’s no sign of Youngeun. Your wife hasn’t even sent a message or anything. You sigh, a tired sound, and drive off to the company.

You can’t focus for shit at the office. Your mind is just full of Youngeun. What’s gonna happen now? Will she hate your guts? Is she gonna run to your wife, spilling everything, twisting the story, blaming it all on you?

More than anything, though, you want her even more now. It’s fucked up, yeah, but your cock sure as hell thinks otherwise. It’s been hard all day, throbbing with the memory of her throat.

Later tonight, you roll up to the house a little late, way past dinner. You expect everything to go to shit the moment you step inside. But surprisingly, your wife and your daughter are just… there. Home. Eating snacks, chatting lively, like nothing ever happened.

Your wife stands up, a sweet smile on her face, and gives you a quick kiss. “Hey, honey! Just got home, but I gotta bounce in an hour for a meeting.” She glances at Youngeun. “Youngeun, honey, if your dad hasn’t eaten, can you heat something up for him?”

You smile back, trying to play it cool. “Starving, actually. Don’t worry about it. Get ready for your meeting.” Youngeun shoots you a quick, lowered look, then disappears into the kitchen without a word. Your wife kisses your cheek again, a soft apology. “Sorry, darling. Thanks for always tolerating my crazy work schedule.”

You just wave it off. “It’s fine. That boutique is your dream, after all.” She jogs upstairs, and you let out a long sigh, plopping down onto the chair.

Looks like Youngeun is still keeping her mouth shut. That’s a relief, for sure. But her treatment towards you? That’s the real question. You just have to wait and see, won’t you? In just a moment, when she serves you dinner.

Youngeun finishes heating up the food, the microwave beeping softly in the background. She’s quiet, and so are you. You just watch her, her movements precise as she sets everything on the table. She’s wearing that usual oversized sweater, the hem falling just below her ass.

But as she moves around, bending and reaching, the fabric slides up, revealing more of her long, toned legs. One side of the collar even slips down her shoulder, showing a hint of pale skin.

“Did you eat?” you ask, your voice cutting through the silence.

She jolts, startled, and a fork clatters to the floor. “Oh! Uh… yes, Daddy. I ate earlier.” She fidgets, her eyes darting around the room, avoiding yours.

She bends down to pick up the fork, her ass, tight in those running shorts, shoved right in front of your face. You can’t help but notice it then, a dark, wet patch on her crotch, staining the light grey fabric. She quickly scurries back to the kitchen, returning a moment later with drinks.

“Care to join me, baby?” you ask, gesturing to the empty chair across from you.

Her words tripping over each other. “I… I don’t… I already ate, Daddy.” She won’t look at you.

You reach out, grabbing her wrist. Her skin is warm. “Look at me, Youngeun.”

She pulls back weakly, a pathetic little struggle. Her eyes are wide, feigning fear. “P-please, Daddy… don’t hurt me.”

You pull her closer, a soft tug. “Hurt you? Never, baby. I love you. There’s no way I could ever hurt my beloved daughter.”

“But… but you hurt me this morning,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I… I hate my daddy.”

You let out a low chuckle. “Really?” You lean in, your voice dropping. “Then why are you getting wet just by looking at me, hmm?”

Youngeun’s eyes widen, and she quickly denies it, shaking her head. “No! I’m not!”

You turn sideways on the chair, pulling her onto your lap, her back pressed against your chest. “A good daughter shouldn’t lie to her father.” Your hand drops, and you give her pussy a firm smack right through her shorts.

She claps a hand over her mouth, stifling a yelp. “Mmmph!” she whimpers. “Daddy, we shouldn’t… Mom’s upstairs… please stop.”

“I need to check whether you really want me to stop or not.” You slip a hand inside her shorts, straight to her wet pussy, you rub her entrance back and forth, a slow, teasing friction. She bites back a moan, her body tensing. “Stop, Daddy… Mom will see…”

You chuckle, a wicked sound. “So you only want me to stop because of your mom?”

She shakes her head frantically, but before she can answer, you plunge two digits inside her pussy. A wet, satisfying sound, followed by a choked moan that she can’t quite stifle. “M-m-mmph—ahh!”

You wrap an arm around her stomach, sliding your hand under her oversized sweater. Your fingers find her soft breast. No bra. Good. You squeeze her tit, trapping a nipple between your fingers, twisting it gently. Meanwhile, your other hand is still busy scratching the insides of her pussy.

Youngeun is covering her mouth with both hands, pressing so hard you know she’s trying to keep any sound from escaping. Her legs have already lifted off the floor, curling up, stiffening against your lap. She’s wetting her shorts more and more, the fabric sticking to her now, and she’s quivering despite trying desperately to control her reactions.

“Am I hurting you now, baby?” you ask.

She can’t answer. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her head shaking slightly.

“Answer me, Youngeun.” you demand, pinching her nipple harder. Her eyes snap open, wide and teary, and she shakes her head violently.

A choked sob-moan rips from her throat, muffled only slightly by her hands. Her body arches, a sudden writhe in your arms. “Ahhh!” Her hands fall away from her mouth, no longer able to suppress the sounds that spill from her. Her head thrashes against your chest, her hair brushing your chin.

“Oh, Daddy! Goddd—” she gasps. Her legs, which were stiff and curled, now spasm, kicking gently against your sides, her hips bucking against your hand buried deep inside her cunt.

A low moan vibrates through her, a continuous hum of pure sensation. She’s no longer trying to control it, just letting it all out, writhing and moaning in your arms.

Her face is a mess. Eyes squeezed shut tight, then fluttering open, glazed over with pleasure and a hint of shame. Her mouth is slack, parted just enough for those ragged moans to spill out, her lips wet and glossy.

Her cheeks are a deep, angry red, and there are tears, actual tears, streaking down her temples, probably from the intensity of it all. Her brow is furrowed and her jaw is clenched, like she's fighting something, but losing. It's a look of surrender, even as her body writhes.

You push your fingers rougher, grinding them against her G-spot, and then smack your palm right onto her clit. “What happened to not wanting Mom to hear, huh?” you say, taunting. “You’re so loud, baby.”

The reminder seems to jolt her, and she bites her lower lip, hard, trying to stifle the sounds.

“You still haven’t answered my question, Youngeun,” you press, leaning in close. “Is Daddy hurting you? And do you hate your Daddy?”

She whimpers, a stuttering mess. “Y-yes… Daddy… you’re… you’re hurting me. Stop… please.”

A big, fat lie. You know it. She knows it.

“Oh, really?” you chuckle. “For that lie, baby…” You shove your two fingers as deep as they can go inside her, burying them, and just hold them there. Her inner walls clenching, moving around your fingers. You hold her tightly with your free arm, pinning her against you, and then you start fingering her harder, faster this time.

Her breath hitches, a strangled groan escaping. “Oh… oh, Daddy¡! You shouldn't—” Her body tenses, then shudders violently. Her hips buck against your hand, her back arching, and a long, drawn-out moan comes out as she orgasms, wetting her shorts almost completely.

You withdraw your fingers from her pussy, a wet schlorp sound following them out. You bring them to your mouth, slowly, deliberately, licking off her nectar. “Mmm,” you hum, savoring the taste. “My daughter is delicious.”

She’s still twitching on top of you, her body riding out the last waves of her orgasm, whimpering softly. Truthfully, you want to rip that oversized sweater and those soaked shorts off her right now, make an even bigger mess out of her. But a quick glance at the stairs, a flicker of movement you think you saw, makes you control yourself. For now.

Instead, you rub her flat tummy, your hand slowly moving lower, a silent warning that you’re aiming for her pussy again. Youngeun’s hand shakily grabs yours, her fingers trembling. “D-daddy, stop,” she whispers, voice hoarse. “Mom… Mom can come down any time now.”

“Then get off my lap, baby,” you say, a smirk playing on your lips, “unless you haven’t had enough already.”

“I… I can’t move,” she stutters, her eyes teary.

You laugh, a low, satisfied rumble. “That’s even better, then. Because you can’t just leave without taking care of your Daddy, can you?”

You lift her down from your lap, turning her gently, and bend her over the backrest of the chair beside you. Her ass is right there, still encased in those wet shorts. You reach down, grabbing the waistband, and pull them down, past her hips, past her ass, letting them bunch around her thighs.

Screw it. You're too horny to care about your wife coming down soon.

“N-no!” she stutters, a weak protest. “Daddy, what are you doing? You can’t… not now. I’m not ready.”

Your hand delivers a sharp smack on her pussy, spreading the redness, the sound echoing. “Looks ready to me, baby.”

Youngeun’s hands stretch back, pushing weakly against your abdomen, a futile attempt to push you away, but she doesn’t move. Not an inch. You unbuckle your belt, the clink of metal loud in the silence, and unzip your slacks. Your cock springs out, already solid hard.

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, a frantic drum. Fucking your daughter, without any protection, with your own wife just upstairs. It’s insane.

You press down on Youngeun’s waist, holding her steady, and use your free hand to guide your cock against her pussy. It’s warm, so damn silky, and with a slow push, the tip slides in.

“Ummph!” a choked sound. “Daddy, no! I’m… I'm your daughter!” At the same time, her pussy stretches, a tight, hot embrace she’s never felt before. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes wide with desperation, tears streaming down her face. “Please, Daddy! I’ll keep sucking your cock every day! Just… just don’t do this!”

But even as she begs, her body pushes back on its own, taking your cock thick inch by inch. You lean in. “It’s because I love my daughter so much. That’s why I’m doing this.” You grab her hips, a firm grip, and snap forward, burying your cock completely. Her mouth gasps open, and her eyes roll up, one wider than the other, pure white showing.

You grab a piece of bread from the table, the one she placed for you earlier, and shove it inside her mouth, silencing her. Then, you hold both sides of her ass, gripping her firm cheeks, and start pounding away.

This is it. The sensation of your own daughter’s pussy, hugging your cock tight and hot, a pussy you shouldn’t have invaded even if the world came to an end. But here you are, plowing her wet canal. At this point, you don’t care about prolonging it. You’re rushing toward that peak, rapidly, savagely. That’s how good it feels, fucking her.

Youngeun’s moaning is blocked by the bread, a muffled, guttural sound, but it’s still louder than you’d like. But damn if you care, grunting and huffing as you roll your hips back and forth, gripping her ass for dear life. Her pussy is already leaking, dripping onto her shorts, even splattering onto the floor.

“Your pussy feels so good, baby,” you pant, thrusting deeper. “It fits perfectly around my cock.” She can’t stand straight, her legs wobbling beneath her. You want to hear her screaming your name, but you can’t risk it. It’s fine, though. There will always be another time.

You’re nearly at the climax when you hear it. “Youngeun! Can you help me with this zipper, honey?” It’s your wife, from upstairs.

Your daughter’s eyes go wide, snapping open. She forces a bit of strength, trying to move away, to pull herself off your pistoning cock. But you lift her leg, holding it by the thigh, and keep railing her pussy, making her shake her head at you, panic taking over.

“Youngeun! Are you coming?” Another call from upstairs, closer this time.

“Reply!” you hiss, your voice low and urgent, your hips still pumping. “Unless you want your mom to come down and see.”

She spits the bread out, a wet, slobbery chunk, and holds her breath. Then, with a desperate, strained voice, she screams, “Coming, Mom! Just… wait a bit! I’m coming up!”

“Please, Daddy! Stop! Mom’s coming!” Youngeun mumbles, her voice choked with desperate pleas between ragged moans. She’s trying so hard to control her core, to keep from cumming again.

You ignore her, pulling her arm back with one hand, lifting her leg higher with the other. You fuck her pussy in upward motions now, driving deep, grinding against her depth. She grits her teeth, her jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscles strain. All her muscles are tensed, her body rigid as she fights for control.

You thrust a few more times, harder, faster than the previous ones, before cumming inside. Your body twitches for a few more seconds, a deep, guttural groan tearing from your throat. Then you pull out, releasing Youngeun, who stumbles forward, almost falling.

She’s so close to orgasm again, but luckily, she doesn’t. If she did, she wouldn’t be able to pull her shorts up and climb the stairs like she’s doing now, wobbling, needing to hold the railing for support.

You fall back onto the chair, not bothering to tuck your cock in. It just lays there on your thighs, still dripping, and you stare at how your daughter’s wetness clings to it. Then you look at the floor, a small puddle gleaming under the light. You scoff, a low sound, and mumble, “How ridiculous.”

You hear the faint chatting between your wife and daughter from upstairs. That’s your cue. You fix yourself, tucking your cock back into your slacks, zipping up. Then you start enjoying the meal she heated up for you.

Not long after, your wife comes down. Youngeun doesn’t. Your wife looks stunning, but that thought is quickly shoved to the back of your mind. She gives you a quick kiss goodbye and leaves the house.

After that, you finish dinner, do the dishes, and get freshened up for the night.

The next morning, you wake up. No daughter sucking your cock as usual. No wife beside you either. You wash your face, looking at your reflection in the mirror, and feel this weird dissatisfaction, a hollow ache. Pulling off your shirt, you head to Youngeun’s room. The door’s ajar. She forgot to lock it, or maybe she didn’t. Who cares. You push it open, step inside, and click the lock shut behind you.

Youngeun’s still asleep, sprawled out in the same shorts she wore last night, though the sweater’s gone. You quietly get on her bed, careful not to jostle her, and gently flip her onto her back. You push her legs up, sliding her shorts off her ass, off her thighs. She stirs a little, a soft sigh, but stays asleep.

You spread her thighs apart, and there it is. Her bare pussy. Beautiful. Sweet and musky. Without a warning, your mouth latches onto it. You start eating her, licking from her asshole all the way up to her clit, sucking on it, a loud, wet slurp.

Youngeun wakes up with a moan, then a scream of terror. She tries to kick away from you, but you grip her inner thighs, holding her firm. “Stay still, baby,” your voice muffled against her skin. “Just returning the favor for all you’ve done for daddy.”

She immediately starts sobbing, her body shaking. “No! Daddy, please! It feels… it feels weird and dirty! Just leave me alone!”

Your answer is to press your lips harder onto her pussy and tongue-fuck her, deep and insistent. Her back arches off the bed, screaming. She fists the blanket, her knuckles white, and her toes curl in pure bliss. She’s wet in no time, a gushing mess, as you lick, suck, and repeat, with an occasional slurp right on her slit.

You straighten up, stepping closer, your cock already free and hard. You line it up with her entrance. “No! Daddy, don’t! Don’t fuck me! I don’t like it!” she screams, her voice hoarse. That’s a straight-up lie. Or else she wouldn’t have spread her legs even wider, just like she’s doing now.

You push her knees wide apart, opening her up even more. Your cock pressed against her mound and you began to slide in. Very slowly. The tip pushes past the lips, then the head, stretching her, filling her. she moans, her eyes wide, fixed on the motion. Tears streaming down her face, begging you to stop, but her gaze never leaves your cock as it disappears inside her.

You watch her face, the mix of terror and something undeniable, flickering in her eyes. Her cunt clench around your cock, a tight, hot embrace, as you push deeper, deeper, until you’re fully buried inside her.

Every thrust is deliberate, making sure she feels every single millimeter of your thick cock. You pull back almost to the tip, then plunge back in, filling her completely. She can only gasp, her hips lifting slightly to meet your rhythm, even as she shakes her head, still pleading.

Her pussy is soft, so hot, gripping you like a second skin. This is it. This is what you craved. You watch her eyes, still wide, still locked on your cock sliding in and out of her, the raw sight of it. She’s terrified but her body is humming, responding, taking you deeper with every thrust.

You grab her hips, holding her steady, and begin to pick up the pace, just a little. Not fast, not yet, but enough to make her whimper, to make her arch her back, her fingers digging into the sheets.

This time, nobody’s going to interrupt. You’ve got all the time in the world. Her pussy gets wetter, the sounds of your skin slapping against hers filling the room. You lean down. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” You don’t wait for an answer, just push deeper, harder, watching her mouth fall open, her body convulsing. You’re going to fuck her until she can’t think and can’t breathe.

Both of you are sweating now in the morning light. You’ve been fucking Youngeun for nearly an hour, a relentless rhythm of thrusts and moans. She keeps her legs spread willingly, her thighs pulled back, giving you full access.

Your free hand works her tits, squeezing them red, slapping them swollen. They’re so sensitive now, each pinch on her nipples making her whine, and you swear you can feel a tiny burst of wetness squirt around your cock with every squeeze.

She can’t fully open her eyes, her lids heavy, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She’s just writhing, her body arching, twisting. She has cum so many times, each one a violent shudder, each one followed by cries. “Please, Daddy! Stop! It’s too much! Oh, God, it’s too much!”

You just pin her hands beside her head, her wrists trapped firmly in your grip, and pound away at her pussy. You edge yourself, pulling back just when you’re about to burst, then plunging back in, deeper, harder. Her pussy clenches, begging for more even as her mouth begs for less.

Then you creampie your fertile daughter once more, emptying your balls deep inside her. Her body spasms, a final, drawn-out moan escaping her lips as she convulses, her pussy constantly milking you.

The moment you come down from cloud nine, Youngeun has passed out beneath you, her breathing quiet, shallow. Now that your sexual needs have been sated, you can finally get ready and go to work. It doesn't take long before you're craving your daughter again at the office, a dull ache in your groin, but it's bearable for the time being. You attend meetings, secure an investment for the company, and play the part of the successful businessman.

You go home late in the afternoon, and what do you know? Your wife is home, dressed in casual clothing. She tells you she’ll be around for a few days, having finished all the important stuff for her boutique. It’s supposed to be great news, but you’re not all that happy anymore.

Not to mention that Youngeun is avoiding your gaze all the time now, her eyes darting away whenever you look at her. Funny enough, she’s acting perfectly normal in front of her mom, storytelling about her eventful idol life like you hadn’t railed her silly this morning.

Later tonight, you see Youngeun alone at the kitchen counter, scrolling on her phone. You walk up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist, pulling her back against you. You kiss her neck, then her cheek, then her ear, your hand lowering to her pelvis, fingers brushing against the top of her shorts.

She whimpers softly, a tiny sound, her breathing picking up speed. Then she struggles, pushing away, turning to face you. “I’ll tell Mom,” she whispers, her eyes wide, “if you don’t leave me alone.” You know it’s a lie, a bluff, but it still scares you a little, that tiny risk. You let her go, chuckling, watching her scurry away.

The next few days, your wife makes herself busy around the house, always there, always present, giving you less and less opportunity to mess with your daughter. You fuck your wife every night, ruin her, but it’s not satisfactory. It frustrates you, if anything.

What’s gotten on your nerves more is the way Youngeun is challenging you. Tight outfits that accentuate her hips and ass, short skirts that flash her thighs, intentional brushing against you in the hallway, bending over to pick something up, giving you a perfect view.

When you corner her upstairs, she acts defiant, threatening to call Mom and all that shit. She is playing you right now, and you hate it.

Today’s your lucky day.

Your wife’s friends are here for a morning gathering, all chattering away, making sure she’s truly occupied. You slip away, making your way to Youngeun’s room. The door isn’t locked, again. You’re convinced it’s intentional, a push and pull, reeling you in even as she tries to push you away.

You step inside, click the lock shut. She’s nowhere to be seen, so you quietly peek into the bathroom. And there she is, in front of the mirror, applying some cream to her bare face, wearing only a towel.

You barge inside, closing the door with a soft click. Youngeun’s eyes widen at the sight of you, shirtless and only in sweatpants. “Daddy? What are you doing here? Where’s Mom?” she asks in a low whisper.

“I miss my daughter,” you tell her, “And I won’t be able to work properly before seeing you, baby.”

She steps back, her eyes darting to the door. “I’ll call Mom!” she threatens, then rushes toward the exit. You’re faster. You hook an arm around her waist, yanking her back and shoving her onto the sink, her front pressing against the cool porcelain.

Youngeun struggles weakly, pushing against the sink, her breath coming in ragged. “Daddy, please! Have mercy! I’m exhausted! Please don’t fuck me anymore!”

Like hell you’re going to listen to her. You yank the towel off her body, letting it drop to the floor, and embrace her against your chest. Your fingers find her pussy and you slide two of them inside.

“I’ll make this quick,” your voice is a growl against her ear. “I’m really craving your pussy right now.” Then you start fingering her, hard and fast, tugging your hand back and each time lifting her feet off the floor, your palm harshly smacking her crotch.

You finger-fuck your daughter so hard she has to hold your arm around her stomach for support, her thighs squeezing together, brushing each other back and forth.

“Do you like this?” you ask.

“No!” she yells, her head thrashing.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Her answer is also a “No…” a choked mutter.

You let out a satisfied laugh, before pushing her forward, bending her over the sink. You pull your cock out, already throbbing, and line it up with her wet pussy. Then you push in, feeling her stretch and engulf your cock. You don’t wait, don’t hesitate. You begin thrusting, hard and deep.

The sounds are wet, echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom as your hips slam against her ass, a beat against the porcelain sink. Her pussy is a hot, slick suction, pulling you in, gripping tight. You can hear her gasping, little choked whimpers, mixed with the sharp intake of her breath.

The sensation is pure bliss. Her pussy is so damn tight, so hot, squeezing your cock, wrenching with every plunge. Her inner walls clenching, wrapping your cock, pulling you deeper. Her ass cheeks jiggle and slap against your thighs, a fleshy percussion. The sweat drips from your brow, onto her back, mingling with her own.

Her skin is flushed, hot to the touch, and tremors are running through her body, a constant vibration against yours. Each thrust makes her moan, a desperate, broken sound, but her hips rock back to meet your cock, an invitation for more.

You keep hammering her pussy, the sounds echoing in the small bathroom. “You don’t need to play hard to get, baby,” you grunt, thrusting deep. “Just say it. Just say you want Daddy's cock.”

Youngeun’s head lolls, her eyes wide as she catches her reflection in the mirror, her face flushed, sex-drunk. “No! You’re a bad father!” she chokes out, tears mixing with sweat. “For doing this… to your daughter!”

“Is that right?” you ask, pulling back then slamming back in, repeatedly. “You’re a good daughter and I’m a bad father, huh?” You emphasize your words with another hard thrust. “If I’m so bad, then why are you soaking like this?” You pull her ass cheeks apart with your free hand, staring at her winking hole. “You’re such a liar, baby. And you need to be punished.”

Just as she’s about to scream, her body tensing for orgasm, you pull out. She whimpers, her eyes snapping open in disbelief. You push her down to her knees, her body trembling, quivering from the held-back release.

You guide your twitching cock, to her mouth. She opens, reluctantly, and you slide in, filling her throat. Her body shudders, desperate, her hands gripping your thighs. A few more short thrusts, and you cum, white and thick, down her throat.

You pull out your cock carefully, making sure Youngeun swallows every last drop. She does, a faint gulp sound, only her spit trickling down to her chin. She breathes out, a ragged sigh, when your cock finally pops free. She sits there in a W-shaped position, her body twitching, sobbing, riding on the release that just won’t come.

You crouch down, caressing the top of her head, her hair damp with sweat. “If you want my help, baby,” you murmur softly, “precisely, your daddy’s cock, just tell me any time. I’ll come running to you, alright?” You give her head a final pat. “Now daddy can finally go to work.”

You leave the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind you, and carefully exit her room. From the hallway, you can hear the faint chatter of your wife and her friends, still hanging out at the back of the house. You simply get ready, a quick shower, and leave for the company, a satisfied smirk on your lips.

Halfway through the day, you’re sitting at your desk, the hum of the office buzzing around you like white noise. Papers are stacked high, emails are piling up, but your phone vibrates, cutting through the monotony.

It’s a message from Youngeun. “Dad, I’m not feeling good. Mom’s out with her friends. Can you come home?” You raise an eyebrow. She’s 20, old enough to handle a cold or whatever, but something in the pit of your stomach tells you this isn’t about a fever.

Another buzz. A video this time. You glance around, making sure no one’s hovering over your shoulder, and hit play. The screen lights up with Youngeun on her bed, on all fours, her pert little ass high in the air, glistening with lube.

She’s got a shiny anal plug in her hand, teasing it against her tight, puckered asshole. Her whimpers are soft but desperate, her voice cracking as she moans, “Daddy, it won’t go in. Please help me.”

Your cock twitches in your pants. There it is. She’s finally dropping the act. For days, she’s been playing the brat, pretending she doesn’t love it when you fuck her senseless and pump her tight pussy full of cum. This morning, you left her high and dry, edging her until she was a breathless mess but not letting her cum. Looks like that broke her little game.

Being the CEO has its perks. You don’t need to explain shit to anyone. You grab your jacket, tell your assistant you’re out for the day, and head for the elevator. Your mind’s already racing, picturing Youngeun’s tight little body waiting for you.

The drive home is a blur. You’re hard as a rock, gripping the steering wheel so tight your knuckles turn white. You keep replaying the video in your head—her slick, lubed-up asshole, the way her thighs tremble as she tries to push that plug in, her needy little voice calling for you. By the time you pull into the driveway, your cock’s straining against your zipper, begging to be let out.

You barge through the front door, tossing your keys on the counter. The house is quiet except for soft moans coming from upstairs. You take the steps two at a time, your heart pounding, your dick throbbing. Youngeun’s door is cracked open, and you push it wide, stopping dead in your tracks.

There she is, just like in the video. On her knees, ass up, face buried in her pillow. The lube bottle on the bed, cap off, and her tiny asshole’s glistening, clenching around nothing. The plug’s lying next to her, clearly too big for her to handle on her own.

She hears you and turns her head, her cheeks flushed, eyes wide and glassy. “Daddy,” she whimpers, “it hurts. I can’t get it in.”

You step closer, loosening your tie, your voice low and rough. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you? Sending me that video at work, getting me all worked up.” You kneel behind her, running a hand over her smooth, round ass. Her skin is warm and she shivers under your touch. “You want Daddy’s help? You’re gonna have to beg for it.”

She bites her lip, pushing her hips back toward you. “Please, Daddy. I need you. It’s too big, and I’m so tight. I can’t do it without you.” Her voice is shaky, it sends a jolt straight to your cock.

You unzip your pants, letting them drop, your hard dick springing free. It’s thick, veiny, already leaking precum, and you stroke it slowly as you watch her squirm. You grab the lube, squirting a generous amount onto your fingers.

“Let’s see how tight you really are,” you mutter, circling her asshole with one finger. She gasps, her body tensing, but you don’t stop. You push in slow, feeling her clench your digit, so damn tight. “Relax, baby,” you say, forcing your finger deeper. “You gotta open up for Daddy.”

She moans, muffled by the pillow, her hips wiggling as you slide deeper. Her asshole is gripping like a vice, hot. You pump your fingers in and out, stretching her, watching her body loosen up. “That’s it,” you coo. “Good girl. You’re doing so well for me.”

Youngeun is panting now, her moans louder and needier. “Daddy, I want to feel it inside me.”

You smirk, grabbing the plug and coating it with more lube. It’s thick, black, with a tapered tip, and you know it’s gonna stretch her to her limit. You press it against her asshole, teasing her, letting her feel the cold, hard tip.

“Deep breath, baby,” you say, and you start pushing. She whines, her body trembling as the plug stretches her open, inch by inch. You go slow, watching her tiny hole expand, swallowing the plug. Your cock throbs as you watch. She’s whimpering, her hands gripping the sheets, but she doesn’t tell you to stop.

Finally, the plug pops in, her asshole closing around the base. She lets out a long, shaky moan, her body shuddering. “Oh my god! It's in my ass, Daddy, it’s so full,” she gasps, her voice high. You run a hand over her ass, admiring how the plug looks nestled in her tight hole, the sight making your cock ache.

“You did so good, baby,” you say, leaning down to kiss the crater of her back. “But Daddy’s not done with you yet.” You grab her hips, flipping her onto her back. Her legs spread instinctively, and you see her pussy—puffy and wet. Her clit is swollen, and you know she’s desperate for you.

You climb onto the bed, positioning yourself between her thighs. “You dare teased me with that video,” you say, rubbing the head of your cock against her pussy lips. “Now it’s my turn.” She moans, arching her back, trying to push herself onto you, but you hold her hips down, making her wait.

“Please, Daddy,” she begs, her voice breaking. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.” That’s all it takes. You line up and thrust into her pussy, hard and deep, bottoming out in one stroke. She screams, her nails digging into your arms, her cunt squeezing you so hard, the slit like a rubber band..

“You’re so wet,” you groan, pulling out and slamming back in. Her pussy sucks you in with every thrust. The plug in her ass makes her even tighter, and you can feel it pressing against your cock through the thin wall inside her.

You fuck her hard, the bed creaking, her moans filling the room. Her tits bounce, small and perky, her nipples hard as pebbles. You lean down, sucking one into your mouth, biting gently as she cries. “Daddy, I’m so close.” Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper.

“Not yet,” you huff, slowing your thrusts. You want to drag this out, make her beg. You pull out, ignoring her whimpers, and grab more lube. “Let daddy see how much you can take.” You slick up your cock, then press it against her asshole, right above the plug and she freezes, her eyes wide, but you can see the want in them.

“Daddy, I—I don’t know if I can,” she stammers, but her hips are already lifting, her knees up to her shoulders, offering herself to you.

You pull the plug out slowly, watching her asshole gape, then close up tight again. You press your cock against it, pushing in slow, feeling her stretch around your girth. She’s so tight, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt, and you have to grit your teeth to keep from cumming right then.

Stroking her clit with your thumb to ease her into it, making her moans, her body loosening, and you slide in deeper, inch by inch, until your cock fully buried in her bowels. Her eyes half-closed, her body writhing, squirming. “Ahh, Daddy, it’s so good,” she whines, but she’s pushing back against your thrust.

You start moving, slow at first, then faster, fucking her tight virgin ass while you rub her clit. Her moans turn to screams, her body shaking as you pound into her. “Cum for me, baby,” you say, and just like that, her ass tightens and she cums hard, her whole body shaking, her screams echoing in the room.

You’re right behind her, the sight of her cumming pushing you over the edge. You thrust deep, groaning as you fill her ass with hot cum, pulse after pulse. She’s whimpering, her body limp, as you pull out, watching your cum leak from her stretched gaping hole.

You collapse next to her, both of you heaving, sweaty, and spent. She curls into your embrace, her head on your chest, and you stroke her hair. You kiss her forehead. She smiles, sleepy and satisfied.

You’re still catching your breath, Youngeun’s warm body pressed against you. The room smells of sweat, lube, and sex, the sheets a tangled mess beneath your bodies. Your hand lazily strokes her hair, her soft breaths tickling your skin. You feel her heartbeat slowing, matching yours, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you, wrapped in the afterglow.

“Hey, baby,” you murmur, breaking the quiet. She tilts her head up slightly, her big eyes meeting yours, still hazy from cumming so hard. “You’re heading back to your idol gigs next week, right? All those rehearsals and schedules.” She nods, a small pout forming on her lips, like she’s already dreading the grind.

You grin, running a finger along her jaw. “What if we get away before all that starts? Just you and me. A little trip. Somewhere we can do whatever the fuck we want.” You let the words hang, watching her face light up, her pout replaced by a shy smile.

She nuzzles closer. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice soft but eager. “I’d love that.” Her hand hugs your stomach tighter and her body shifting like she’s already imagining it.

You chuckle, pulling her tighter. “Good. Somewhere private, no cameras, no schedules. Just you screaming my name all day.”

Her face turns beet red, but you know she’s into it. Your mind is already spinning—some beach villa, maybe, or a cabin where you can fuck her on every surface without anyone hearing.

“Pick a place, baby,” you say, kissing the top of her head. “Anywhere you want.”

She hums, thinking, her fingers drawing lazy patterns on your abdomen. You can tell she’s dreaming up something perfect, and you’re already hard again just thinking about having your daughter all to yourself for days.

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