Doesn't everyone like to be pampered and spoiled? You could certainly understand the desire. How about receiving the benefits of experience and knowledge...through someone else, someone older than you and more distinguished? Be good, then, and you'll be rewarded. Be bad - well, remember: a punishment isn't off the table for someone with your youth.
— OR —
They're so young - yet so, so tempting. But you know what they say. The more forbidden the fruit, the sweeter the juice. They're absolutely off-limits. And wouldn't you love to taste them, no matter if you feel guilty or not? Look at yourself. Do you feel like a pervert? This person could be an outlier, or maybe you've always had a weakness, even if you didn't realize it before. At least you can take care of them like few others chasing after them could. You know exactly what they want and need.
Comment with your character, information, and what role they'll play.
Is there an age gap? Is this actually illegal? It could be kink play, though, or characters acting older and younger.
Please note that there also doesn't need to be daddy kink "play" if you don't want it. There could just be an older/younger or an inexperienced/refined dynamic. Just be sure to clarify how heavy or light you'd prefer to go.
[ooc: I may have accidentally written a novel...but let me know if anything here doesn't work!]
Yui had genuinely liked the dress when she bought it, the colour, the length. But going downstairs with it still on? That had been curiosity. Curiosity for the way she had seen her friends pairing off and sneaking to quiet places with their boyfriends, the quiet intimacy between her own parents. She had been halfway through a twirl, laughing and showing her parents the new dress she had bought, showing them the way the dress swirled around her legs, reaching just to mid thigh as she spun when she met her father's eyes.
'What would it be like if he looked at me the way he looks at mom?'
She immediately berates herself for even thinking it, turning bright red and looking away. It's not a new thought, but it's the first time she's put it into words and not simply left it at quietly watching her parents interact, her eyes lingering for a touch too long on her father's hands on her mother's waist. It was inappropriate and she ducks her head, suddenly shy and nervous again before mumbling something about wanting to try on the rest of the things she had bought and making her escape back to her room.
Expecting to be left to her own devices and fully intending to go back downstairs in a few minutes, she leaves the door only partially closed and unlocked as she unzips the dress, letting it slip to the ground, "...What is wrong with me lately..."
Yui shakes her head as if that would help clear her thoughts before she tucks her hair behind her ears and steps out of the dress to look through the rest of her bags wearing only a bra and panties.
Despite how it looked, Gohan did not have the most wonderful relationship with his wife right now. Sure, things had started out great, and there was no doubt that the two of them loved each other. But as time went on, their relationship became strained with the weight of their responsibilities. Having children, maintaining their jobs, managing their money... they were all things that weighed on the both of them. So even as they stole away these little moments... it felt hollow. Like they were just going through the motions to see if the spark could come back.
Never did Gohan think that his eyes would turn to other women. Much less, his lovely daughter. It was subtle at first, his gaze lingering a bit too long on his daughter whenever she walked away. Until he started noticing things about her that he shouldn't have; her soft hair, her smooth skin, the curves of her body...
Today was another such day. The older man's gaze practically glued to the girl as she went upstairs. He excused himself easily enough, telling his wife he was gonna see why their daughter was so embarrassed. But really, he knew why. He knew she looked at him the same way he looked at her.
"Yui?" He called out, stepping inside. Closing the door behind him, as he kept his eyes trained on her face. "Is everything okay...?"
To inexperienced Yui, the relationship between her father and mother looked wonderful. Though if she allowed herself a moment of honesty, she'd admit that it looked wonderful because a part of her envied not what the two of them had but more specifically what her mother had. Which was ridiculous, she tells herself, because it would never happen.
Just like she doesn't expect to hear the door opening and to see her father standing there, looking at her with what she tries not to think of as more than concern. Her immediate reaction is an embarrassed squeak as she clutches for something, anything to cover up. What she picks up from the bed is a short lace skirt that even when lifted to her chest does nothing to cover anything. Not that she noticed as she blushed all the way to the tips of her ears, eyes darting from him to the closed door then back to him again,
"I-...Dad, yes, I'm fine, I-"
She really shouldn't be fine, she tells herself. He shouldn't be in here but Yui can't bring herself to tell him to go because she knows that if he left he'd be going back downstairs to her mother. So she goes silent, clutching the skirt tighter, "I-I'm fine, I was just...I wanted to show you some of the other things I got-"
Wait.
"I mean...not just you, but you guys. I wanted to show both of you the things I got, just-...I mean, not all of it because some of it is-"
Lingerie...her eyes dart to the paper bag branded with a very well-known logo and she licks her lips before looking back to him again. Yui is highly aware that she's rambling but she's nervous and in a room alone with her father and she doesn't know how to stop herself from thinking, reflexively squeezing the fabric of the skirt in her hands just like how she always does when she's trying to lie and failing spectacularly at it. Because if she doesn't lie she'd have to admit that every part of her wanted with him in the room.
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Yui had genuinely liked the dress when she bought it, the colour, the length. But going downstairs with it still on? That had been curiosity. Curiosity for the way she had seen her friends pairing off and sneaking to quiet places with their boyfriends, the quiet intimacy between her own parents. She had been halfway through a twirl, laughing and showing her parents the new dress she had bought, showing them the way the dress swirled around her legs, reaching just to mid thigh as she spun when she met her father's eyes.
'What would it be like if he looked at me the way he looks at mom?'
She immediately berates herself for even thinking it, turning bright red and looking away. It's not a new thought, but it's the first time she's put it into words and not simply left it at quietly watching her parents interact, her eyes lingering for a touch too long on her father's hands on her mother's waist. It was inappropriate and she ducks her head, suddenly shy and nervous again before mumbling something about wanting to try on the rest of the things she had bought and making her escape back to her room.
Expecting to be left to her own devices and fully intending to go back downstairs in a few minutes, she leaves the door only partially closed and unlocked as she unzips the dress, letting it slip to the ground, "...What is wrong with me lately..."
Yui shakes her head as if that would help clear her thoughts before she tucks her hair behind her ears and steps out of the dress to look through the rest of her bags wearing only a bra and panties.
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Never did Gohan think that his eyes would turn to other women. Much less, his lovely daughter. It was subtle at first, his gaze lingering a bit too long on his daughter whenever she walked away. Until he started noticing things about her that he shouldn't have; her soft hair, her smooth skin, the curves of her body...
Today was another such day. The older man's gaze practically glued to the girl as she went upstairs. He excused himself easily enough, telling his wife he was gonna see why their daughter was so embarrassed. But really, he knew why. He knew she looked at him the same way he looked at her.
"Yui?" He called out, stepping inside. Closing the door behind him, as he kept his eyes trained on her face. "Is everything okay...?"
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Just like she doesn't expect to hear the door opening and to see her father standing there, looking at her with what she tries not to think of as more than concern. Her immediate reaction is an embarrassed squeak as she clutches for something, anything to cover up. What she picks up from the bed is a short lace skirt that even when lifted to her chest does nothing to cover anything. Not that she noticed as she blushed all the way to the tips of her ears, eyes darting from him to the closed door then back to him again,
"I-...Dad, yes, I'm fine, I-"
She really shouldn't be fine, she tells herself. He shouldn't be in here but Yui can't bring herself to tell him to go because she knows that if he left he'd be going back downstairs to her mother. So she goes silent, clutching the skirt tighter, "I-I'm fine, I was just...I wanted to show you some of the other things I got-"
Wait.
"I mean...not just you, but you guys. I wanted to show both of you the things I got, just-...I mean, not all of it because some of it is-"
Lingerie...her eyes dart to the paper bag branded with a very well-known logo and she licks her lips before looking back to him again. Yui is highly aware that she's rambling but she's nervous and in a room alone with her father and she doesn't know how to stop herself from thinking, reflexively squeezing the fabric of the skirt in her hands just like how she always does when she's trying to lie and failing spectacularly at it. Because if she doesn't lie she'd have to admit that every part of her wanted with him in the room.
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