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soon after getting closer to you, before you even got together, price noticed that you almost always chewed gum. if you weren’t chewing gum, you were biting your bottom lip. he can’t even count how many times he’s watched you bite your poor lip until it bleeds in all the time he’s known you.

“christ, kid. stop doing that.” he’ll scold you and use his thumb to wipe the blood, his expression stern even as you pout. it’s honestly infuriating, how attractive you are even as blood runs down your chin.

and when you’re nervous? it’s your poor nails’ turn. john often swats your hand to stop you from ruining your lovely fingers. other times, when he knows you’re going through a rough time and your anxiety is reaching its peak, he’ll bandage all of your fingers to prevent you from damaging your nails or your cuticles.

he takes his role as your dad very seriously.

though, john loves the more fun parts of your oral fixation. you often bite his biceps or his shoulders, hence why one of his nicknames for you is vampire. my little vampire, to be exact. another perk of you wanting things in your mouth often, is all the times he gets to watch you chew on your pen while you study. it gets the old man going, for sure. he likes to watch you as you do an assignment and murmur words of encouragement here and there. seeing you all focused while you leave little bite marks on one of your pens has him shifting in his seat and adjusting his hardening dick. most times your reward for a study session is an orgasm or two. maybe three if you got a lot of things done and he thinks you deserve some extra love.

having his dick in your mouth for a couple of hours is also a great time. sometimes when he watches a game with you at home, not feeling like inviting the lads over, you’ll get between his knees and nuzzle his crotch until he unzips his pants. “such a good kid for yer dad.” he’ll praise you when you wait for him to take his cock out and let you put it in your mouth. you listen to your dad and it’s just makes his cock throb. the football match is over before he realises and he doesn’t even care if his team wins. all he can feel is your warm mouth around him, your occasional hums making him throb and groan. he’ll pet your head and nod, letting you know you can start sucking. coming in your mouth is the ultimate win.

today is a bad day. terrible, even.

you got up an hour earlier than your alarm and couldn’t go back to sleep. you burnt two pieces of bread before you could make proper toast. john dropped you off at the train station, like he does almost every day, but your train was late and when it arrived, it was so crowded. your best friend was sick and a random prick sat next to you instead. the guy really didn’t know what no meant and kept pestering you the whole lecture. he even tried to get your number multiple times, even after you told him you had a boyfriend. what an asshole.

as if all of that weren’t enough, it started raining the second you stepped outside your university when it was supposed to be sunny!

john comes to pick you up from the train station, eager to see his baby after hours being apart. you really have him acting like a damn teenager. but oh, when he’s met with you looking like a wet kitten, all pouty and shivering, he’s frowning more than the time soap decided to prank him by getting rid of his cigars. “oh, kiddo.” he murmurs and wraps his jacket around you before ushering you in the car and turning the heat on.

you’re quiet the whole way home and he doesn’t say anything either. just puts one of the cds he asked you to burn for him, a few different ones with your favourite songs for different occasions. the good thing about being neighbours is that you can get to his house, or he at yours, whenever. so, he leads you to his place for some much needed tlc.

a warm shower and wearing his clothes has your eyes getting teary. you’ve been so overwhelmed all day and you’ve been keeping your composure but you can’t stop the dam from breaking anymore. not when you feel so safe, with john’s scent on you. so you waddle to the kitchen, where he’s making tea, sniffling like a kid after waking up from a nightmare. well, you kind of are a kid to him, aren’t you? in some twisted sense, anyway.

he opens his arms the moment he sees you and wraps them tightly around you once you fall into his chest. “shh, s’ alright, kid. i’m right here. dad’s here.” he shushes you and caresses your back, his heart breaking with each sob that leaves your mouth. you cry and cry until you can’t breathe properly, scaring your old man. he can’t have anything bad happening to his baby. so he taps your cheek a couple times to get you to look up. “open your mouth.” it’s an order, one that you immediately follow, and he smiles before inserting two finger in your mouth.

the way you instantly seem to calm down is very satisfying to john. he watches you fondly as you suck and nibble on his fingers, caressing your cheek with his other hand. “good, yeah?” he murmurs and you hum around his fingers, making a shiver run down his spine.

after a few minutes, you speak up, not taking his fingers off your mouth. “dad. need you, please.” your words are a little muffled but their effect on him is very clear.

“yeah? y’need yer dad, baby?” he asks as he moves his fingers in your mouth. he feels around your teeth, your tongue, your gums… he loves feeling every part of you, wants to commit each detail of you in his memory. a groan leaves his mouth when your hand cups his hard on and he’s quick to remove his fingers before pressing his lips against yours. it’s a messy kiss, teeth clashing and spit getting all over.

it’s not long before you're lying on the kitchen counter, legs spread with john between them. he strokes his dick a couple times before he slides in, making you moan and clutch his biceps. “dad! oh fuck. da-mph.” you whine and whimper as he puts his pointer and middle finger in your mouth again, his hips moving in quick and deep thrusts. you alternate between moaning and sucking on his fingers, biting down when he hits that spot that makes you see stars.

“so fucking tight.” he grunts and keeps pounding into you like a man on a mission. he keep his eyes on you, unable to look away. you’re like an angel, sprawled over the counter with your pretty mouth around his digits. what a sight for sore eyes. “dad’s got you, kiddo. i’ll fuck those yucky feeling away.”

one of your hands finds his free one, intertwining your fingers. you’re not even aware of how it almost makes him cum on the spot. you just keep grinding your hips and suckling on your dads finger. that’s the only thing in your head. dad, dad, dad. all that matters.

“let go for dad, kiddo.” price uses that tone that has you complying immediately. he can feel you spasming and clenching around him while your fingers dip in his hand, your other hand gripping his so tightly that it has him groaning in pain. it’s enough to push him to the edge, his seed filling you up.

So can I just romanticize it? Whore it out?

Instead of being hooked up to anesthetics, I'm actually hooked up to some kind of aphrodisiac. My head is spinning and I'm squirming because I don't know what's happening. This isn't going at all how I thought it would go. Whining as they roll me into a different room, feeling someone play with my hair. Shhh, everything is going to be alright...you have an amazing team and we are going to take such good care of you.

Being brought into the room where the team waits. Since I'm laying back I can't see how hard all of them are or how antsy the nurses are getting. Once placed where I need to be, hands quickly get to work tying my waist and arms down. My gown is opened and pushed up as the doctor gets into place. A nurse spraying cold lube onto my cunt to make things easier. When I squeal a nurse grabs my hand, you're doing great...it's alright. She coos softly as I whine feeling the head of the doctor's cock push into me.

While the doctor fucks me on the table he's commanding different nurses. Get a vibe on her, hold her legs back, someone sit on her face and make sure she's responding correctly. The same sweet nurse that was holding my hand now pets my hair as she looks down at me while rubbing her clit on my tongue. Do you know why I'm having her legs back like this? He asks a student, so that you can hit deeper? Yes! And so it can take properly? Also correct! You'll each have a turn to put your studies into play. Meaning I'll get multiple creampies by the end of this "procedure"

Everything goes well on their end. Everyone has filled me and if they can't fill me they've made sure I'm responding correctly by using my face. I'm tired but still awake by the end. Getting cleaned up everywhere except my cunt. Whining when I'm getting rolled away yet again, I told you they'd take good care of you.

Telling him I’ll stop whenever he wants me to, that he just has to stop lying to everyone and it’ll end, just admit you’re a woman and I’ll let you go,

Finally admitting through coughs and sobs that she’s a girl, that she’s just a stupid and confused woman who deluded herself into thinking she could ever be a man,

Telling her what a good job she did and pushing myself ever further into her, telling her I’m gonna fuck a baby into her so she never forgets it, using her panicked bucking and spasms to push myself over the edge,

Y'all I couldn't stop thinking about this. Daughter that naturally has always been seen as a tomboy getting put into a masculine position. No matter how hard she tries with the makeup or dresses it doesn't seem like enough. It's frustrating and heartbreaking.

Dad sees this so he puts her into a pretty frilly dress. He thinks she looks so damn pretty! Makes her do a spin and you can see her pretty pink panties from under her dress. A pair he also chose himself for her to wear. She's also wearing some knee high socks. This is silly, she scuffs and pulls on the end of her dress. No it is not! You look very pretty and it's in your style, dad signals for her to do a spin and she listens. It doesn't matter! People always try to make me look different... I just wanna be treated like a girl, She sighs disappointed. It does matter! You are a gorgeous girl, princess! Dad stands up and walks towards her.

You're my dad of course you have to say that, she pouts and crosses her arms. Trying to hide her from embarrassment. I am your dad but I don't have to say that...just like my body doesn't have to react like this, dad presses his now hard cock against her. She gasps and tries to pull away, Dad! He grabs her arm and pulls her in closer, why don't you let dad show you how girls should be treated?

Before she knows it she's being forced down. Face up and bottom up as she slides around thanks to the thigh highs while trying to pull away. Dad wait! She tries to kick and stop him but she's much weaker than him. She's shocked, she always was the strong one in situations. Dad is just going to show you how little girls are treated, he easily spreads her legs as she kicks her legs. This is how you should be treated, he holds her down and yanks her panties down. She squeals and tries to close her legs but Dad's big hand is already between them. Softly playing with her clit already, what do you call this? She whines and keeps squirming still trying to escape.

Dad starts rubbing her clit quicker and she lets out a small squeak, my cunt. A louder squeal leaves her when dad spanks it, wrong. Little girls don't call it a cunt, what do they call it? He goes back to rubbing her. She doesn't respond fast enough and gets another spank, I don't know! I don't know, dad! He collects some of the wetness forming between her legs and drags it along. Princess parts, cunnie, kitten, and the list goes on. That's stupid, another sudden smack making her whine. She continues to squirm as she feels him spread her open. My little girl has such pretty princess parts... That's what it should be called, don't you think? She suddenly feels his face close and his lips kiss her.

She squeals and bolts forward, finally escaping. Not there! Not that! She doesn't get far still sliding when dad grabs her and puts her back into that position. This time putting his weight on her even more, pinning her into place and spanking her cunt couple times straight. Okay! I'm sorry! Please daddy! I'm sorry! Please stop! She tries to close her legs, stop what little girl? Stop...please stop spanking my cunnie! He does, he listens and she sighs then another whine leaves her as he goes back to rubbing her clit. Good job! Such a good princess using her words. She's panting and finally calming down as she starts to let him, she starts to give in. She's obviously soaked as she can hear how he plays with her, there's no hiding it.

Poor baby just wasn't used to the girl treatment, huh? That's okay, dad's got you... He coos then pushes a finger into her making her gasp and grab the floor, dad...she whines as her eyes roll back. Another finger is pushed into her, stretching her out. Girls get their holes played with by big men like me, he says in that sickly sweet tone. She's panting, trying to hold back her moans, and nods. Maybe dad was right? Maybe to feel more girly all she had to do was listen to him. Daddy...I feel... I'm going to cum, she admits shyly. Dad keeps fingering her, go head...be a doll for me and cum. He guides her through her orgasm, soothes her as she comes down, and finally lets her go.

She lays on the floor not believing that just happened. Hiding her face behind her arms as her legs shake, the cold air hitting her messy wet cunt, and she hears dad shuffling around. She squeals when she's suddenly picked up by him. What are you doing?! Dad I'm too heavy! She tries to get him to let go but he doesn't bat an eye. Nothing will ever stop me from picking up and holding my little girl. He lays her in his bed, and stands between her spread legs. He pushes her dress up exposing her cunt, then pulls the top of her dress down exposing her tits.

She once again tries to cover up this time shy to show off. He smiles down at her and pushes her hands away. Let dad see the pretty body he's going to...love, he starts to undo his belt and she watches with wide eyes. Dad you...we... She tried to find the right words but dad shushes her. It's just playtime, Honey...his cock springs free as he lowers his boxers. All girls have playtime, he taps his cock on her clit a couple times before dragging it down. Not like this, exactly like this. Dad pushes into her and she lets out a loud cry at the stretch. It's okay...such a little girl needs to get used to this... He leans down and kisses her. He lets her feel him and get used to him.

“oh kiddo, that’s your cervix. that’s a special spot just for your dad. does it feel good?”

kiddo nods and rocks up and down with the force of dad’s long, slow thrusts. he grinds into his kid and feels the solid circle of tissue right against his tip as the clench of the cunt around him milks at it. its breathy whines get more desperate with each stroke. he might not even have to rub its button tonight; kiddo might cum from dadcock alone

he’d like to see it. “harder, baby?“

"O-okay..." kid stops protesting, until dad starts grinding his cock into his ass.

Dad having big sister and me lay on his bed. Neither of you tell anyone about this, understood? We nervously nod but he just lightly slaps us both. I said do you little girls understand? Yes,Dad! We squeal out and nod again. Good girls, he’s dragging his cock up and down my cunt. Right when he’s pushing in and i whimper trying to get away he grabs big sisters hand and places it on my clit.

Rub your little sister, big sister listens and starts rubbing me as he keeps pushing in. I gasp and grab the sheets when he’s fully inside. He moans and grabs my hips harshly, my pretty daughters cunt is so tight. He watches as big sister keeps rubbing my clit and starts slowly fucking into me. Look at that… he groans and fucks into me harshly making me gasp. Big sisters eyes widen, don’t worry. If your little sister can take it so can you.

Ive been away for ages, dont worry about my hand slipping into your underwear. Don't worry about me gently pushing my fingers inside, I know its too much, but I've gotta get you ready for me, you see?

Dont worry about how you're laying down so uncomfortably, exposed to me. Don't you worry your handsome little head about how daddy's rubbing his cock against your precious little cunnie.

Oh, it hurts? Take a breath and just let me have this. You know how hard I work, you know how long I leave for. This is the least you can do.

-🪖

He’s on the couch, bathed in the glow of the TV, a half-empty glass resting in his hand. He doesn’t even look over. He doesn’t have to.

"Let me guess," he says, his voice a low rumble. "He called you ‘bro’ unironically."

"Daddy, it was even worse." you grumble, kicking off your heels and slumping onto the rug at his feet. You rest your head against the side of the sofa, near his thigh. "He was just… dumb. They're always so dumb."

He finally looks down at you. He knows this script. You come home frustrated, you vent, and he listens.

"Dumb how?" he asks, his fingers finding your hair, combing through the strands.

"He didn’t know how to touch me," you say, the frustration bubbling up again. "We get back to his place, and his hands are just… everywhere. Like he was trying to find a button to push that would make me wet. He didn’t even try to kiss me."

"No?" His fingers trace the shell of your ear. "He didn’t take his time? Didn’t tilt your head back, like this?" He hooks two fingers under your chin, gently lifting your face towards his. "Didn’t stare at your lips?"

You swallow hard, your eyes locked on his mouth. "No."

"And when he finally did get you undressed," he continues, his voice dropping lower, "did he at least have the sense to taste you first? Or did he just stick his fingers in and start rubbing like he was trying to start a fire?"

The memory makes you cringe. "The fire-starting thing."