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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Sakura_Sojiro/Sakura_Futaba, Sakura_Sojiro_&_Sakura_Futaba, Kurusu_Akira/
      Sakura_Futaba
  Character:
      Sakura_Sojiro, Sakura_Futaba, Kurusu_Akira
  Additional Tags:
      Non-Consensual_Somnophilia, Molestation, Cunnilingus, Underage_Sex, Dirty
      Talk, Daddy_Kink, sojiro_trying_to_be_a_good_dad_and_failing_horribly,
      makeup_curry, Parent/Child_Incest, Vaginal_Sex, Body_Worship, Threesome_-
      F/M/M, Sharing, Riding
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-17 Updated: 2017-07-22 Chapters: 2/? Words: 6578
****** His Sweet Girl ******
by personafreak
Summary
     prettymuch!incest persona smut that no one asked for. Sojiro x
     Asleep!Futaba.
***** Chapter 1 *****
The similarities between Wakaba, the woman he'd respected and loved, and her
daughter, had always been apparent to him. Futaba was a little unbalanced and
quirky, and everything about her reminded him of her mother on the daily. That
she was gradually growing into her body was another indication of the woman
Futaba would grow to be. Her curves now were subtle, but then again she was
only a middle schooler in age, just a year behind his favorite delinquent
tenant. Sojiro hadn't meant to look... or maybe he did. But the disregard for
privacy and clothes at times had him looking. When she wasn't locked in her
room, she was parading around in sleeveless tops with no bra on, short-shorts
that accentuated her little ass, and had this very self-centered demeanor,
which more often than not, Sojiro was attracted to.
And this was very weird, and pretty much not kosher at all, but that wasn't all
there was to it.
Habits had been inherited from mother to daughter, one of which included her
days-at-a-time comas.
Sojiro knew what he'd done to Wakaba during these comas, and had guilt-ridden,
sleepless nights because of them. Wakaba'd never looked his way, but it didn't
stop his feelings from growing. As they spent days and nights in the research
lab together in their younger days, when Wakaba fell into her sleeping beauty
routine after a big deadline, sometimes Sojiro couldn't keep his hands away.
Whenever he checked in on Futaba when she was like this, those memories and
feelings would return. He'd stare from the doorway, maybe five minutes at a
time, because he could. Most of the time he backed out of it and grumpily
cursed himself for being the pervert he was. Other times, he'd act on it.
One such night, after a long, lax day at Leblanc, he'd returned home and
checked in on her. She was asleep; had been when he left that morning. He
ducked out of the doorway and took his time getting ready for bed that night,
dressed in a pair of boxers and a sleeveless wife beater, a seemingly cliche
molester outfit that had him rolling his eyes at himself. Didn't sway the tent
in his boxers, or the restlessness he felt from not having touched her in over
a month.
He came into her room, dark with only blaring light coming from the multiple
screens of her desktop. His weight added to the bed as he sat on the edge of
it, his hand reaching over and cupping her shoulder, giving it a gentle shake.
"... 'taba?" he called softly, his voice dragging like gravel, deep and rich.
She didn't make a sound other than the soft breathing through her nose. His
palm lifted and his fingers remained, tracing down over her soft, small arm.
Goosebumps followed on her arms, and he traced them back upward, turning the
girl from her side and onto her back.
She rolled over easily, and he lifted her glasses' frames from her small face,
seeing not a hint of expression other than the serenity of sleep on her. He
leaned over her body, his large, warm hand caressing her side. His beard
tickled her soft, warm cheeks, and his lips brushed over hers in full, slowly
kissing her mouth open, until he was able to taste her as he pleased. She
didn't budge an inch, and it wasn't like being loud could wake her either, so
he groaned openly into her mouth like warm syrup, his hand smoothing over her
body as if it was exploring her for the first time. He cupped her breast, small
but full and perky, squeezing it through her blouse before he reached
underneath her thin shirt for direct contact. Something about her undeveloped
breasts and how her nipples hardened immediately under his touch had him
throbbing, making a mess of her lips as he bounced her breast between his
fingers. His cock slowly rubbed over her thigh, his leg hooking over to grind
it down over her flat abdomen. He'd since inched her shirt up and over those
breasts so he could get a good view of them through the darkness. His kisses
moved down her neck, attention floating back to her breasts as he caught a
nipple in between his lips, entreating it to slow, wet sucks.
"Mmh..."
He looked up through his glasses, hearing the start of the soft sounds she
usually made during. Wakaba wasn't nearly as vocal as Futaba was, but he liked
the little hints of pleasure he received each time they did this. Another
measure of this was the arching of her back, her breasts all but pressing into
his palms. His little girl's body was growing so responsive after years of
conditioning.
Fuck he was a bad person. But she was an even naughtier little thing.
Sojiro imagined how much she'd love it, awake. Probably not so much once she
knew it was Sojiro doing it, but the girl had to be just as responsive, if not
more, when she was conscious. He flattened his tongue over her next nipple,
swirling the wet muscle around before warming it with little suckles, feeling
the shift in her breathing. She was definitely feeling it from her tits solely,
almost like she was expecting what came next. His hand reached below, feeling
along the groove of her tummy, sneaking underneath her pajama bottoms and
panties.
The girl was completely wet.
"Damn... I know it's been awhile..." His finger instantly became lubed with one
stroke down her slit, and he happily muttered another curse. "But damn." He
kissed her chest again, working her nipples until they were wet and swollen
with attention, his finger lazily tracing her outer lips, hand making quite the
impression underneath those bottoms. Futaba's thighs twitched open, her head
turning away. "Oops," he mumbled, redirecting her face by her chin, guiding her
toward him. "Not so fast, baby." His thumb tucked her chin down and he was
kissing her again, like she was the lover he'd never had, tonguing her mouth as
the pad of his finger dragged leisurely through her folds. Just his middle
finger was enough to feel her small cunny completely, nearly overshadowing her
little bean, which as aforementioned, was small and cute and everything he
loved about her summed up into one little gland. After a trail of saliva
thinned between their lips, he ventured down south and removed her shorts and
panties completely, hooking her legs over his shoulders and hiking her smaller
body closer to his face.
When he ate her out, he made a damn meal out of it. Her pussy wasn't even ripe
yet, but it dribbled just like it was, and he caught it all with his tongue,
slurping noisily on her essence. His hands held her thighs, squeezing them
around his face as he tongued his way up and down, sucking her left lip in
between his before releasing with a noisy pop, catching more of her honey with
hungry laps. A hand passed up her tightened stomach, feeling out her breast.
Simultaneously her hips rolled against his mouth and he gave a primal grunt
right into her, flicking his tongue repeatedly over her clit. Her little mewls
and whimpers grew much louder and he fed on them, feeling the hardness of her
clit with his tongue until he was sure it'd go numb, all to hear those soft
sounds turn into screams.
"Shhh, that's my sweet girl." His hand left from under her shirt, his fingers
easily reaching up to slide into her mouth, feeling instinctive suckles as she
closed her lips around him. He'd put his dick there a few times, though her
mouth was a little too small for it, but the best place to put his cock was
right down here, where he'd only ever been. His tongue pointed and wiggled
inside her as his fingers fucked her mouth, swirling his tongue inside until he
felt her toes curling into his back. His chin was sopping wet, but he dug his
tongue in deep, lapping her inner walls and making her mumble incomprehensibly
as her young body tried to process the pleasure. She came for him, as she
always did; around his tongue. He moaned darkly feeling her little squeezes and
twitches of her hole on his tongue, feeling her pussy drool around it.
"You know what's comin' next, right?" He murmured against her cunt, one last
kiss to her clit before he was sitting up on his heels, pushing the hem of his
boxers below his hardness, bobbing heavily between his legs. "'m gonna put my
cock inside you... stretch you nice and wide for me." He stroked himself slow,
guiding himself against her lips, rubbing himself against her clit and slapping
his dick there a few times. Her face scrunched up from the overstimulation, and
he chuckled heartily. "You've been achin' for it, huh? Don't worry; I always
take care of you, don't I?" He spread her legs further, dipping his cock right
between her folds and pressing in, waiting for that sweet give of flesh until
he could enter her. It'd taken a lot of fingering and stretching to get him
ready for his cock. Sometimes she'd get too tight for him and he'd have to
start the process all over again, but tonight wasn't one of those. His head
burst right in and he groaned, sinking further into her, repositioning his
hands over her waist. She made another little sound, her hips shying away from
his on the bed. He ignored this and forced her further on his cock, pressing in
slow and gently, until he was stuck inside to the base.
Her walls were desperately trying to readjust, but he gave no time for that. He
pulled out what he could and thrust back into her, pressing right into a spot
that had her squealing for him. He repeated the action, in his second and third
thrust, watching her breasts bounce with the force he used. Her cheeks were
stained pink and her kiss-swollen lips were open in needy pants, strung with
moans the longer her went fucking her. He rocked into her body, picking up the
pace the longer he knew he wouldn't last. Her pussy was just too good for him,
it drove him crazy every time, and for once he didn't regret the trouble of
slipping her birth control into her curry every day. He blew his load right
inside the young teen, a guttural groan rocking through the bed room as he
snapped his hips hard into her, feeling her pussy melt around in return. His
cock surged as each thick rope of cum shot into her, holding himself on top of
her with shaking arms.
Sometimes he waited like this until his cock hardened again, and he'd go for
round two. Sometimes he left her for a little bit, tempted to take pictures of
the cum dripping from her legs, but smartly thinking otherwise. This time he
skipped straight to the cleaning, placing her back to bed, before decisively
cleaning her messy room, which was what he'd intended to do in the first place.
The next morning, Futaba wobbled into the kitchen, tiredly rubbing the corners
of her eyes. "Morning Sojiro," she yawned, stretching out in the same outfit
from the night before. He'd already had her special curry made ready, placing
it on the table of their home's kitchen. She sat in front of it, picking up her
spoon and digging in.
"Good morning to you, kiddo. You sleep okay?"
***** oops *****
Sometimes, Futaba's sweet guardian, Soujiro, was something of a fool.
Well, he'd never expected her to bug the cafe. Or her room, for that matter.
She woke up a little sore but definitely well rested, stretching out her thin
arms above her head. She looked around in her room quietly, seeing the absence
of her usual walls of trash and towers of filth. He'd cleaned last night. The
girl hastily jumped off of the bed and into her desk chair, hissing out loud at
the throb of pain from between her legs. Well, he had cleaned after all.
Wiggling a pillow between her bum and the seat, she quickly logged into the
camera feed and slid her headphones over her ears. He'd definitely been in
there last night, but for a lot more than cleaning.
She'd had cameras in there since she was eleven; she hadn't really a need for
them until she hit fourteen. That's when her body started developing, she
assumed, because that's when he began touching her in her sleep. Now, she knew
the moral implications of it. This footage would be enough to put him away for
a very long time. She might've been disgusted, if it hadn't been for the way
he'd treated her in the video.
"Shhh. That'smy sweet girl."
Her cheeks quickly filled with color and she puffed them out in a pout, curled
up in on herself as she watched his hands grope her chest. She looked down at
herself, feeling little tingles of warmth left from him. Slowly her smaller
hands squeezed at her chest, mimicking his movements. But of course it was
never going to be like the real thing.
Just the sound of his voice was making her wet. She licked her lips, watching
him shower her body in kisses, one hand slipping down beneath the silk panties
she wore. He spent a little less time kissing down there than usual. Was he
impatient? She lightly grazed over her clit, her head tilting to the side as
she huffed wantonly.
Her only complaint was that she hadn't been awake for this.
But there wasn't any way she could initiate that conversation. If he knew about
the footage, if he knew that sheknew, he'd probably do something stupid like
turn himself in.
So, play stupid? She could try that and see where it got her. Or continue to
wake up as satisfied as she did after his touch.
But who knows when that would be? Her sleep schedule was unpredictable. Futaba
almost considered giving herself rohypnol. But that was stupid.
As she ventured throughout her days half in her room, the other half exploring
life with the rest of the phantom thieves, she played out their normal lives
until the power of sleep dragged her under. She'd woken up excitedly, expecting
to feel that familiarly pleasant ache, but found none.
And her room was still trashed.
"Huh." Futaba's pretty little head shook, deciding to check the feed just in
case. Maybe he went really gently this time?
Looking through the footage, he'd only come in once or twice to check on her.
Not one little passing grope or glance that lasted longer than ten seconds;
just checking in on her like a good guardian.
What the Hell?!
"Soujiro!" She called as she headed down the stairs, her jacket slipping from
her bare shoulders. He turned around in his apron, flashing her a tired looking
smirk. "Mornin', Futaba. Sleep okay?" The sound of his groggy morning voice had
her thighs trembling. But she stilled herself, finding her usual seat and
taking it.
"Yeah," she nodded, twirling some hair around her finger, watching his broad
back as he turned back to making breakfast. She lowered her eyes. "My room's
messy."
He paused his work, just long enough for her to notice. "Oh,"he said
nonchalantly without looking at her, nodding his head. "I'll clean it tonight
when I get back home from Leblanc. You can sit tight until then, yeah?"
Lowering a glass of juice in front of her, she took it and brushed her softer
fingers over his in the process. "You usually do it when I'm asleep though."
She remarked, trying to be just as casual. But her ears were starting to heat
up, which had her quickly stroking her hair over them just to hide her
embarrassment.
"I can't do it when you're awake?" He asked, his grin wry again, teasing. She
wanted that grin in between her legs, but she instead slammed her small hands
onto the counter. "It'll get in the way of my precious work!" She argued
vehemently, earning a chuckle out of him. Again, it'd probably feel a lot
better against her puss- -
"Alright, alright, I get it." He smoothly ladled warm, mild curry over a bed of
steaming rice, easing the plate in front of her. "I'll wait till you're out
like a light. Sorry, hun." He'd moved around the counter, his hand guiding her
head closer. She closed her eyes quickly in anticipation, before feeling those
lips against her forehead in a fatherly kiss.
Screw that!
"Another!" She tugged on his rolled up sleeve, keeping him from leaving their
shared proximity. He looked down at her hand, surprised, then barked out
laughter. "Alright." He repeated, jovial about the chance to kiss his
sweetheart again.
But strangely enough, she was puckering her lips for him. It had all the
peculiarity and silliness of a child expecting a full kiss on the lips. He
ignored the little sign and guided her smaller face closer, this time pressing
a warm peck against the side of her temple. Her hand clung onto his, her lips
parting in a breathless sigh.
He pulled away, watching the transformation on her features.
This was strange. He'd always been able to read Futaba perfectly, catered to
her desires when both awake and asleep. But what was this little face, so full
of desire, trying to tell him now?
"I've gotta get to the cafe," he told her, gently retrieving his hand from
hers. The girl's eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, and disappointment
rang clear in them as she reluctantly focused on her curry.
Of course, after a bite or two of that, her spirits had been lifted. Just what
was going on with her?
It'd been about a week till she could feel sleep coming on. She thanked her
lucky stars, languidly dressing into some lingerie she'd nagged from her Medjed
stash. This skimy little outfit consisted of a clear, soft white baby doll that
did nothing to hide the shape of her breasts or the pink nipples underneath,
the bottom billowing out over her flat tummy, with a pair of matching panties
below. She twirled around in the mirror, knowing she only had a limited amount
of time before she knocked out. As quickly as she could, she positioned another
tiny camera above her bed, hoping to get a good POV shot of Sojiro this time.
Once she made sure it was functional, she slowly crawled into bed, feeling the
rush of exhaustion spill over her body.
As per usual, nothing woke her until her body was ready for it. Slowly,
awareness came back to her, and she was stretching her lithe body, the same
naughty thoughts filling her head as she opened her eyes. Her room was clean.
Which meant that Sojiro musthave- -
HE DIDN'T!?
She watched the footage herself, from both angles no less, and Sojiro was only
cleaning her room. She huffed miserably, rewinding it and fast forwarding it,
hoping she could find just a glimmer of something.
What had gone wrong? Had he decided enough was enough? Had he found another
girl?!
He wasn't coming to her for it anymore, and the thought made her angry enough
to make her next move. She'd been wanting to experience him when she was awake,
after all. Maybe this was the time for it, before any of his lingering interest
in her faded.
But she had to play this cool. Subtle. She looked at herself in the mirror, a
blurred outline without her glasses. Breathing in and out, she grabbed her
glasses and fixed them to her face. She could do this! Gathering her courage,
she gave herself a few look overs in the mirror, then traipsed down the stairs
in nothing but her skimpy, feminine underwear, and her glasses.
Of course, she didn't think Akira would be there.
The two men were quickly given an eyeful of the girl lingering over each step,
hips subtly cocked, looking for all the world like she wasn't coming downstairs
for curry.
"BWUH - - " Sojiro sputtered as soon as he'd seen her, automatically moving
around the counter and throwing his apron over Akira's face, reaching the girl
before she made her last step. "You - - upstairs."
One word commands. Futaba giggled as she was herded upstairs, enjoying the
attention this brought her.
Finally they were behind closed doors, Sojiro took her by the shoulders, as if
to shake her back into her senses. "Are you crazy? Comin' downstairs in that
and giving the punk a free show?"
Futaba looked so small in his hands. She fought back a smile, instead frowning.
"I didn't know he'd be here. Usually he's just at the cafe."
"I," Sojiro averted his eyes, releasing her once she looked between them. Her
little pout was too cute, added with the precociousness of the lingerie, and
her trademark spectacles. "Fine. It was myfault. Should've known you'd come
down in whatever you were in when you fell asleep." He huffed, hands on his
hips, watching her own as they slipped behind her back, pushing her smaller
chest even more forward. He stumbled. "What're you... even wearing that for? Go
get changed."
"Eeh?"She looked down at herself, her fingers trailing over the straps of the
babydoll top. "I wanted to try something new!" She admitted, though the reason
why was left out, and she felt her stomach turning in on itself. Did Sojiro not
touch her because... he found the clothes unappealing. She looked up at him,
full of childish upset that she hadn't pleased him. "It doesn't look pretty?"
She asked him with every ounce of her, unhappy at the thought of him no longer
finding her appealing.
He was obviously startled by this, from the marked change in his expression,
and the dark red that flooded over it. He held his face, contemplating his
answer very carefully. "No, you're... you are pretty, Futaba." He could see how
it worked on her, filled her with womanly pride she shouldn't have had at so
young an age, nor the wonder and clear adoration she held for him. He gulped,
watching her look down at herself like she'd succeeded when clearly, she had.
"I'm not gonna leave him hanging." Sojiro finally said, walking toward her
door. "Put some more clothes on when you're downstairs; I won't say it again."
He told her with a final look, though his expression conveyed the gentle spirit
he possessed only for her. She swooned at the sight after he closed the door,
hopping back on her bed to pleasure herself to it.
So... had that worked? She wasn't sure. It wasn't like she could find out until
the next time she slept, but who knew when that'd be? Futaba couldn't feign
sleep either, she was a bad bluff.
Her body was quickly missing the careful attention he'd paid to it in her
sleep, and for the first time in a long time, Futaba was finding herself
sexually frustrated. And her own clumsy fingers couldn't do the trick. Even
with the footage of Sojiro molesting her, she found herself unable to reach
climax less and less easily. She was remembering his shape even without
realizing it, aching for it, just a taste of him.
Sojiro didn't know what was becoming of his youngest ward, her new pattern of
behavior unexpected at every turn. He noticed how antsy she was getting, how
her body couldn't seem to stay still...
Was she feeling the affects of not being touched?
No. Sojiro had done such a good job of resisting that urge, even when she'd
been wearing such naughty lingerie. It'd probably feel awful putting all of
that self-righteous restraint to waste.
But it'd also probably feel really good.
The next morning, Sojiro woke with a weird taste in his mouth. It was a
familiartaste, but he couldn't quite place it. He washed his sticky face in the
sink, preparing for the day, before heading downstairs.
"Sleep good?" Futaba inquired happily, stirring around her hot chocolate with a
spoon, beaming up at him from the counter. Beaming. What'd gotten into her?
"Oh. Uhh, sure? Sawin' logs." Sojiro was taken off guard by this sudden change
of Futaba. She'd been a little pissy lately, and clingy, but now she was all
smiles, looking into her sweet, warm drink like she'd personally bested him
somehow.
The next day, it was underneath his boxers that he felt uncomfortably sticky.
He lifted them up, and much to his surprise there was his cum, staining his
boxers and dripping from his tip. A wet dream, at his age? He couldn't fathom
it, feeling embarrassed for the first time in years as he had to go wash them.
Something was definitely up, and he had a feeling Futaba was the cause of it.
The next night, he woke to something soft. He was slipping in and out of
consciousness, barely recognizing her quiet breathing, troubled with moans and
pleasured sighs. But that was Futaba, alright, and there was no mistaking that.
His fingers flexed inside something warm and wet, and whatever it was trembled
and tightened around him, just as she gasped. His eyes remained closed, but his
mind was quickly catching up with him.
Where were his fingers?
Futaba rocked herself on them, her demure hands holding his wrist, smoothly
fucking herself on two of his fingers without holding back. Each roll of her
hips had her desperate for more, until she was clinging hard to his arm with
her whole body, cupping him like hands. Futaba melted around his fingers like
she'd always done before, though she was tangibly more loud awake.
Awake. She was awake and this was happening. He was awake, too. But did she
know this?
"Sojiro... Sojiro..." He could feel her lips brush underneah his jawline,
catching stubble, her young, tight pussy milking his rightly positioned fingers
inside of her. She wiggled off, leaving her essence on his hand, before she was
draping her smaller body over his, laying on top of him.
It was difficult to not respond to her little kisses, finding that the task of
keeping perfectly still was tortuous. Her kisses were sloppy and inexperienced,
but they still felt better than anything he'd ever had, trying not to moan when
her tongue desperately slipped into his mouth. God he wanted to kiss her. Was
this technically an invitation? Ahhh, but he wanted to know what she'd do next.
No, no, he should've been stopping this now!
"You're hard. Haha~"
Oh shit. When'd that happen?
Her fingers were passing over the outline of his bulge, bunching up the thin
material of his boxers, even as they twitched to life. Sojiro's breath
quickened, and Futaba kept stroking him, tonguing his mouth before reaching
inside, smearing his pre down over his shaft, her thumb grazing over his tip.
"'m gonna ride you now, Sojiro. Just like last night."
Last night.
"You can cum lots inside me again!"
Again.
She was pulling him out of his boxers and positioning his cock upright. Her
body weight lifted from his and shifted above him, until she was straddling
him.
Slowly, agonizingly, she was lowering herself onto him. his thick, bulbous cap
stretched her, then sunk into her tightness, reexpanding in her vulnerably soft
walls. She whimpered and thrust herself down hard, too impatient to wait for
him to slowly sink in. He was inside of her again, deeply, but she was more
focused on grinding into her most sensitive spots, rather than the friction of
him sliding in and out. She sat fully on his lap, using her adopted uncle for a
sex toy, rolling her hips back and forth until her young body came hard on top
of him.
He couldn't help how sexily she sounded, or how tight her little pussy was,
clinging to him like her life depended on it. He came even without moving and
his cock pulsed inside of her, filling her up to the brim with his seed, much
to her mirth as she outright mewledat the sensation. "Y-Yesss... nffh... you're
still so hard... maybe wuh... one more time." This time she dragged herself off
of him, still on his cock, before smacking her ass back down, and in affect
slamming his cock deep inside of her.
His little girl was riding him to her pleasure, draining him at her whim,
getting all she could out of this older man. There was no way he could sleep
through this, letting her do as she pleased, dealing with the monster he'd
created.
"So this... haah... is what it's like? I never get to, nnh, really feel it when
I'm asleep, but-ahhahh!"
So she knew. How long had she known what he did to her?
Sojiro couldn't bring himself to show her he was awake. He laid in silence,
albeit the few natural grunts that escaped from him, stubbornly feigning
slumber. He didn't know how to approach this. He knew it was wrong, and that
any outward acceptance of this was wrong. He wouldn't have to worry about it
much longer, after the third time he'd cum inside her and she practically
wailed, thighs trembling, her body collapsing on top of him. He almost thought
she'd fall asleep on top of him, as her breathing slowed down significantly,
but she started to pick herself up.
With how normally she'd acted that morning, it was hard to believe what'd
happened last night.
But the next night, she came again. On his mouth, this time, and then his cock.
He found himself starting to go hours without sleep, until the next time she'd
come and have her fill of him.
It got to a point in which he was so sleep deprived, he had to confront her
about it.
"Look, it's not that I don't mind you coming into my room at all hours of the
night just to fuck me,"
Her expression was so endearingly surprised that normally, he would've gushed
about it. She looked positively mortified.
"But I can't run a cafe or a household on two hours of sleep." He finished,
softly, feeling the embarrassment suddenly course through him, now that he'd
fully recognized what he was saying to her. What he was bringing out in the
open, between them.
"I-I I don't. I don't know whatyou're..." Futaba averted her eyes meekly,
trying to hide the fact that they were tearing up. Her entire head from the
neck up was horribly flushed. Socute. At any other time, he'd be appreciating
how sweetly embarrassed she was, but he was so tired.
"Let's just agree that nine in the evening till five in the morning are off
limits."
"Nine?!" She cried out suddenly, defiantly smacking her hands onto the table.
He jumped back, surprised. "You're frickin' crazy!"
Cute. "I need eight hours of sleep, Futaba."
She silently hung her head, thought flickering over her young face. She
shouldn't have been thinking of such things, but there she was, contemplating
the times when she and her uncle would be able to fuck. He should've used this
opportunity to end things, but now he was openly encouragingthem; just at a
more suitable time.
"It's... eight, right now." Futaba told him, playing with her fingers as she
shyly regarded him. Sojiro sighed.
"It is." He wiped his hand tiredly over his face, knowing he should've been
more excited at her insinuation. "But I haven't slept right for a week, at
least. We'll start it tomorrow."
She was sitting on the bar stool of Leblanc; Akira was out, late at night, as
per usual. He was on the other side of the counter, watching her fidget.
"Just... quickly?"
Quickly. No, if he took her once, he probably wouldn't stop until he had his
fill of her, now that the two of them were fully conscious of what they were
doing. "No," he answered curtly, more for her sake than his. She wouldn't be
able to move tomorrow, if he had.
"Hmph." She rested her childishly round face on top of folded arms, leaning
onto the counter. Futaba pouted, while still letting it sink in that Sojiro
knew about her nightly escapades.
"You were awake all those times, then?" She asked him, her voice small and
uncertain.
"And you were awake when I..." Sojiro had been so sure she was asleep. Futaba
must've been a better actress than he'd originally thought.
"N-No!" She quickly clarified, waving her arms in front of her. "I just... I
had it recorded." Sojiro couldn't have thought it could get any worse, but now
she had proof of his debauchery. He immediately felt the chains of impending
incarceration closing around his neck, dreading the thought of this footage
being leaked. "I always have eyes on my room. On this place, too." She
gestured, surprising him as he looked around, before he realized he hadn't done
anything illegal here.
Not yet, at least.
"I think I am going to hold you before Akira comes back." Sojiro untied his
apron and draped it over a hook, walking calmly around her to the front,
turning the closed sign toward the outside. When he turned back, she was
sitting upright in the stool, her crimson features open and accepting.
"R-Right here?" Her eyes flickered around them, retreating into herself as
Sojiro stepped closer, slowly. She bashfully looked downward, feeling his arms
slink around her. "Didn't you say you wanted it?" His fingers ran over her
tummy, and she shook softly, He kissed the back of her head, gently undoing the
button of her shorts, languidly pulling down her zipper. His hand slipped down
her shorts, and her panties, and his finger readily found her clit, stroking it
to the rhythm of her breathing. Futaba folded over the countertop and he
followed, fingering his little girl's clit.
"I wannit," she panted, rubbing her ass back against him, then thrusting her
hips forward toward his finger. "I want you to touch me, like before."
He groaned softly, right into her ear, making her even wetter. His finger slid
down, his lips tracing over the shell of her ear, before his tongue dipped
inside. He slowly licked it like he was teasing her opening, shallowly
thrusting the tip inside making her further melt against his hand.
"Ahh~!" His other hand possessively raked up over her chest, touching the swell
of her breasts, groping them each while his hand worked down below. He kissed
her cheek, and as her face tilted his way, he kissed her lips, sweetly tasting
her like the lover she'd become.
Her mouth was only eager to submit to him, along with the rest of her body, and
she found herself clenching hard on his finger as he rocked it inside of her.
His tongue thrust over hers for the umpteenth time, before she was breathlessly
breaking the kiss and begging him,
"Do, Doit,right h... here."
"Right here?" His hands pulled away from her, falling to her hips as he wiggled
down her shorts and underwear. She lifted her hips to help remove them, until
her ass was bear on the stool. It hung over the seat, until her pussy was
dripping straight onto the floor. He reached underneath, stroking her twat as
he released himself from his own pants, earning a few desperate whines as he
quickly stroked himself to life.
When they finally joined, his cock pressing up into her folds, fucking her as
she sat on the bar stool, he didn't wait to press in. He started off with
shallow thrusts, eagerly making the girl his own, until she was crying out
right off the bat. He thrust hard and upward into her, like he owned her,
pounding her little pussy like he could no longer hold on to his sanity. She
was gripping the counter, nearly knocking her drink off of it as she tried to
steady herself, instead bouncing from the force of his thrusts, her round,
plump ass jiggling against him. "Sojee- - guhhfuck - - oh fuck yess~"She was
even feistier awake, just like he'd imagined - - no, greater than he'd
imagined. Everything about her was adorable, and he held her so close to him,
thrusting wildly from behind, unable to control himself around his sweet,
little girl.
From then on, they lost all airs between them. She'd openly invite him to her
room every night after Sojiro's nightly routine, and of course he was still
open to do whatever he pleased with her body in her sleep. He regularly woke
five o' clock sharp with her mouth on him, or her pussy, and rode her to climax
without fail. They'd started incorporating Leblanc into their routine, fucking
her in a booth, or the kitchen, or sometimes right behind the counter when
customers were present.
It became so casual around them that even Akira was starting to get suspicious
of his guardian's and friend's behavior. So, naturally, Sojiro had to sometimes
include him in the fun.
"That's right, baby... show Akira just how much you love cock."
Sojiro was softly combing her hair out of her face as she sat up on her knees,
slipping the other teen into her mouth. Sojiro used the leverage on her head to
control her movements, fucking the girl's face on Akira's cock, until the
bespectacled teen was panting hoarsely. He was gripping her shoulders,
thrusting in time with the movements of Sojiro's head. They were using her like
a living fuck doll, and the thought alone was making Akira want to cum right
then and there.
"You'll have to do it quietly, but I don't mind if you play with her while I'm
busy. Just keep it under wraps." Sojiro told him, right as he knelt behind her,
already taking his cock out and nestling it between her folds, before sharply
thrusting into her wet, tight warmth. She trembled and sucked Akira down to the
base, fitting him into her snug throat as the father figure in her life fucked
her from behind, wetting her eyes with his pleasurable roughness.
"Good baby, taking it like a pro. You know how happy this makes me?" He smacked
her ass possessively, groping it in his palms, increasing the dip in her back
as she rocked herself back against him.
"You'll let Akira fuck you in my place, right?" Sojiro wasn't concerned about
sharing; he'd gotten along with Akira in the past, and knew the similarities
between them. It might've had something to do with the maxed out confidant
rank, but he didn't mind letting the boy fuck his little girl.
She was nodding, releasing the curly haired teenager with a gasp, before she
was totally concentrating on her uncle's dick. She moaned loudly as he gripped
her by the shoulder, using leverage to fuck her in the middle of the cafe,
while Akira jerked himself off from the sight of her lewd expression.
"Cum on my dick... yes, just like that... ngah...!"
He came deep inside her, and the male in front of her jizzed all over her face,
marking her as the little slut she'd happily become for them.
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