𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

VI | IV

Will proofread this tomorrow

WARNINGS
-HUGE size kink
-corruption kink
-pseudo-incest???? Suguru & Nanami are vampire 'brothers' and Father Fushiguro is their 'father' if it bothers you don't read

Also I've decided to dial it back a little tiny bit on the second hand embarrassment 💀

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CHAPTER — IV
part six

SATORU, SUGURU AND Nanami clearly didn't get the memo to leave as they stay in their seat while the others vacant theirs. Father Fushiguro lets out a humorless chuckle as he watches you try to leave as well, before he gulps down the remainder in his glass as he stands up to get to you.

"You little whore. Did you enjoy teasing every cocks at dinner with your antics ?" He drawls, eyes a gleaming red, leaning down to be at your eye level.

You feel the height difference between the two of you a bit too much. You take a step back.

He shakes his head while giving you another humorless chuckle, before he proceeds to scoop you in his left arm, while he uses his other to violently smash down everything that's on the table. Broken glass and shattered ceramics lay at the vampires' feet but none of them bat an eye. Father Fushiguro places you on the table, exposing you like the most expensive and the most delicious meal there is.

You might just be it.

He cups your cheek,"Those two men put you through a lot, hmm ?" You see a faint smirk dancing on his lips as his eyes shift to Suguru and Satoru.

Satoru rolls his eyes, "Nothing too bad."

Toji's fingers creep under your dress, lifting it up for the world to see your exposed underwear—which looks thoroughly drenched.

"Mr. Fushiguro. I—" you start only to be cut off.

"Mr. Fushiguro?" He cocks an eyebrow, "Are you confused as to how you should refer to me now, since I am not actually a man of god ?" He guesses while he starts unbuttoning your dress with practiced ease.

You huff. "Yes."

"Father still works. Daddy will do just fine as well." He purrs as he slides down the top of your dress from your shoulders all the way to your waist. You let him do as he pleases.

Warmth rushes to your cheeks as his words. "But you're not my father." You splutter, horrified.

He only hums lightly, his fingers giving feathered touches over your frame, over your chest still covered by your white lacy bra. "I can be your daddy then." Goosebumps cover your body.

"It's the same thing."

"No," he disagrees, "Not in my opinion. Your father is the incapable and annoying man whose only major feat was conceiving you. Your daddy, on the other hand, is the one who protects you and rewards you when you're good." He breathes right in your ear and you feign indifference. "Now little girl, are you going to be good for your daddy ?"

"Mr. Fushiguro—" you start in a complaining tone but he tuts and you relent. "Okay. Daddy." You say with not-so-hidden hint of mockery in your voice.

"Good enough." He settles, a slow smile stretching across his lips, seemingly satisfied, "The others told me you've been very good when we were away. Is there anything that you want baby ?"