Emma and Charming again. Please forgive me if you want something else. I go writing what comes to me and they have been relentless in my mind. Maybe now I can focus on something else, right?
Anyway, enjoy this more elaborated piece. No beta work, so mistakes are on me.
Everything is ABC's except for the story... that's proudly mine! :)
Bathrooms are very interesting places when the last thing you need is to share one with your very hot daughter.
It all started a few weeks earlier when he rushed inside the bathroom without checking if it was occupied. David just wanted to pee, wash his hands and face, and go on with his morning routine, but he suddenly threw himself in a very complicated situation.
David was greeted with the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. He knew it was Emma because the outline of her perfect curves was something he had committed to memory since the first time he saw her in a tiny camisole one morning he visited Mary Margaret a few months before the curse was broken. Ever since that day he always glanced her way with an unstoppable lust clouding his better judgment.
He laughed one afternoon when he met Henry near Mr. Gold's shop as soon as the little boy told him he was Emma's father; it was impossible to be true because, well, she was practically his age, maybe one or two years younger. The boy was very imaginative and creative, and the life that awaited him was the most brilliant, he was sure.
Of course he was horrified and beyond shocked when Henry's words proved to be right. The first night he spent with his memories restored was pure hell. His wife was peacefully sleeping by his side while he went through the night staring at the ceiling and thinking about the predicament he threw himself in.
And David couldn't help but still feel the same way, after all everything about her was perfect, from her bright green eyes and beautiful smile to her well rounded ass and full breasts. He fantasized about taking her in every possible surface in the loft. He shamelessly stroked himself while playing one thousand scenarios in his head where she would always end up coming on his cock and him splashing his seed deep within her.
And he tried, but nothing changed after the curse was broken. It was awkward at first, with David fighting his instincts with all his might to no avail. Then he embraced the reality that he wanted (still does) to fuck his daughter – at least once –, but he would never let this happen. He was a decent man and was determined to not let such absurdity to actually happen. That would stain his relationship with Emma forever.
He couldn't tell if she was happy knowing that her mother and father were practically the same age as herself, but he knew she was glad to have a family of her own. And that didn't help his case at all. Especially after he realized that sharing the loft with her was torture.
Emma would often walk around the house wearing only a thin robe after showering later in the night when she was back from work, or a tank top and shorts on Sundays because she likes to spend the day with Henry at the park. He didn't know for how long he was going to resist.
When it finally happens, they are alone.
He hears the shower running upstairs as soon as he walks through the door. Henry's backpack is gone once he decided to spend the weekend with Regina, and Snow, for some odd reason, left earlier that morning to camp with those dwarves she loves so much. He has the house all to himself to keep lusting over his daughter, even if he knows he isn't going to do anything about it.
David climbs the stairs and stares at the bathroom door, closing his eyes and sighing in frustration before taking his shoes, socks and shirt off, keeping only his pants which were held low in his waist. He busies himself with one of his drawings while he waits for Emma to finish showering, but nature is something that loves to interfere, and she is still in the bathroom when his need to pee overcomes his fear to share such tight space with her.
"Emma?" He knocks at the door twice before hearing her reply.
"Dad?"
"Yes, it's me. Can I come in? I really need to use the toilet," he speaks calmly even if his heart is racing with the prospect of just seeing her form through the fogged glass.
"Of course!"
The door creaks when he opens it. David quickly unzips his pants, relieving himself with a satisfying sigh. He doesn't notice when Emma opens the glass door of the bathroom stall, gasping with the view of his cock.
"Emma!" The shock in his voice doesn't make her flinch.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean… I…" It is a lie, he can tell by the look on her face and the tone of her voice. He can't pick a single ounce of shame flashing in her green eyes.
"You're lying!" He accuses, looking at her pointedly, crossing his arms over his chest not bothering to put his cock back inside his boxers.
"I'm that obvious?" She asks, leaning against the glass door, smirking when her eyes fall once more to his shaft.
"Not often, but today you are," he replies, face still serious, but his resolve weakens a great deal when his eyes fall on her body. He's practically drooling.
She giggles stepping forward, erasing the distance between them in two strides. "See something you like, dad?"
He swallows, feeling his throat going instantly dry when his eyes run up and down her body. "Yes," he replies softly, feeling his cock twitch.
"Will you do something about it?"
"Emma, we can't do this," his voice trembles when she invades his personal space, her nipples touching the soft skin of his chest.
"Why not?"
"I'm your father!" He replies desperately. Emma can hear the hesitation in his voice, but she can also sense he wants this just as much as her.
"You may be my father," she begins, hands running over his toned chest and belly. He gasps. "But this detail never stopped you from practically undressing me every single time you look at me when I'm home," she reaches for his cock, barely touching it with her fingertips. He jumps and takes a step back, but Emma doesn't let him find any comfort away from her closeness.
"Can you blame me?" He asks, looking into her eyes, dark and full of desire. "I'm not saying you were teasing me on purpose, but damn…" he trails off, closing his eyes. "Sometimes I was sure you were teasing me wearing those tiny shorts and tight tank tops," he struggles to speak, dazed with her proximity. The constant touch of her breasts to his chest wipes away all coherent thought from his mind.
"Do you think I was teasing you, daddy?" She asks, holding his cock again in her hand, and this time he just groans deep in his throat
David doesn't reply just takes his pants and boxers off, looking down at her when her eyes roam over his form. Emma's hands reach for his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles before she presses her chest to his again.
"Relax, dad, what we are about to do is going to be our little secret," she whispers into his ear, nipping his earlobe before dusting a few kisses over his jaw line. He gasps when she presses her lips against his. He's frozen in place for a few seconds before his body registers her breasts touching his chest and her tongue running over his bottom lip. He pants.
David opens his eyes to see Emma staring up at him, mouth slightly opened, lips hovering over his. She waits.
His throat suddenly goes dry with the way she's looking at him, and he feels his legs trembling and his mind is in an intense frenzy. He wets his lips, picking his tongue out long enough for her to groan.
"Are you teasing me now?" She asks, lips touching his while she speaks.
"No!" He replies weakly, unable to keep his hands away from her when he places them on her hips, running his fingers over her tender flesh.
She nuzzles his cheeks, one hand firmly placed in his neck, the other running up and down his side, feeling his muscles flexing under her touch. David hooks her legs with his hands, pulling her up and circling her legs around his waist, spinning around and pressing her body against the tilled wall. He nips at the crook of her neck, running his tongue to sooth the spot before doing the exact same thing to the other side of her neck.
David gropes her ass, turning towards the bathroom stall, stepping inside and closing it, pressing her body against the wall and under the hot spray of the shower, eyes locking intensely with hers.
Emma grinds her hips against his earning a throaty moan before she turns his lips to hers, fusing their mouths in a heated kiss that sends goose bumps up and down her body. He drops his head to her right shoulder, breathing heavily and mumbling things Emma couldn't make out, licking her pulse point, eagerly tasting her skin.
Her moan snaps him back to reality. Yanking his head back, David looks at her with frightened eyes and the weakest resolve to stop because he knows he can't. He knows he won't. He quits fighting it. He gives in to his instincts because this struggle is driving him crazy and he'd rather do what he wants to do than faking a life he can't have anymore.
The hot water spraying from the shower fills the bathroom with a heavy fog that hides them from anyone coming inside. David looks at Emma for a minute or so, mesmerized by her beauty and the naughty glint in her eyes. He smiles, kissing her fully, pushing his tongue into her mouth and hungrily tasting her, getting addicted to the way her tongue tangles with his, moaning when she runs her nails up his back.
He drops her legs down, kissing her and filling his hands with her breasts, squeezing them gently making her gasp when he takes one of them into his mouth, tongue swirling around her tight nipple, while his hand plays with the other. He runs his tongue up her chest to the column of her neck leaving a wake of fire and burning desire. He kisses her hard, making her whimper when he runs a finger between her folds, feeling her hot and wet.
"Do you trust me, don't you?" He asks in a throaty tone, holding her face tenderly.
Emma looks at him and smiles, nodding her answer. He presses gentle pecks to her lips, down her jaw, neck and chest, pulling each of her nipples between his fingers. He keeps heading south, pecking her stomach.
With much determination, he ignores her sex and places gentle kisses on her thighs, running his hands up and down her toned legs, feeling his cock swelling with the thought of those very same legs wrapped around his waist while he pounds her. He smirks knowing now that this will happen sooner than later and not only once.
He looks up and locks his eyes to her when Emma leans against the tilled wall when he presses a hand against her belly while he spreads her folds to rub her clit with the tip of his forefinger, making her hip buck forward. He grins, nipping her soft lips, spreading her folds again for him to run his tongue from her entrance to her clit, the tip pressing against the bundle of nerves making her body jerk instantly.
And so he licks her and fucks her with his tongue. His hand leaves her front to grab her ass. Emma shoves her hand through his hair, pressing his mouth more firmly against her pussy, moaning deeply when David sucks her clit, pulling it between his lips. He pushes two fingers easily inside her, pumping in and out, flicking his tongue against her clit with quick wet passes that make her head spin until she cries out, and coming on his fingers. Her eyes are closed and she is mumbling something he can't understand, but he smirks anyway.
He takes his fingers out and sucks them, tasting her, closing his eyes and moaning deep in his throat.
David is weirdly aware of his surroundings, the labored breathing leaving his lungs and the rapid rate of his heart. He could die right now and he'd go a happy man, but it is not the time just yet, and Emma reminds him of that when her husky voice reaches him.
"Move," she commands, and they fumble awkwardly, laughing a little while trying to fit inside the tiny stall. And when she's the under the hot spray of the shower, her hair darkening with the water cascading down her face, neck and breasts, David thinks he's never seen anyone as beautiful as her in his life. And to make things better, Emma kneels before him, stroking his cock firmly before taking him in her mouth.
David groans, tossing his head back, hitting the wall hard. He curses, stilling his hips that he was lazily pushing into her mouth when the sharp pain clouds his eyes. This must be some sort of sign for him to stop, he thinks, or maybe his utter inability not to hurt himself.
She strokes him while he rubs the back of his head, face scrunched up in visible discomfort. She patiently waits until she runs her nails up his right thigh, sucking only the head of his cock. He feels her tongue swirling around the head of his shaft, tip quickly flicking the underside of it from tip to base and back, prompting him to push his length inside her mouth slowly until she's swallowed him entirely; her nose touches his belly button and he gasps when she lightly touches his balls with the palm of her hand feeling him hot and heavy.
She's breathing quickly, unable to concentrate in anything else but the feel of the head of his cock throbbing against the back of her throat. Emma relaxes her jaw and starts moving up and down his shaft, swallowing him entirely with every downward move. She feels him growing harder on her tongue, his words incoherent.
And just when he is enjoying the feel of her lips sucking him like no one else ever did, Emma stands up, pressing her body against his and spinning around, circling a leg around his hip and angling David's cock in her entrance, ready to take him in.
"Emma, wait!" he whispers in a husky tone, a worried look in his eyes makes her haunt her movements.
She groans in frustration, wondering why he has to think so much when the only thing that makes sense right now is not thinking too much.
"What is it?" She asks, knowing full well that he is about to put another obstacle in front of her.
"Are you sure about this?" He looks for her eyes and finds them dark and determined, the hesitation he still feels creeping its way inside his heart seems to be inexistent at the moment for her.
"Of course I am sure," she begins, hands running down his sides until they squeeze his butt cheeks hard enough to leave marks on his flesh. "I am absolutely sure of this since the first time I saw you after you left the hospital all those months ago," she tells him, choosing her words carefully enough to convince him that this might be wrong to the outside world but no for her. "Ever since that party in your house I've been fighting this attraction I feel for you, I even laughed when Henry said you were my father because this detail would certainly ruin everything," he shakes his head slightly, musing on this particular similarity in their struggles. "Instead, this detail just made my resolve stronger because it couldn't be true until it was and I was lost," she trails off; his hand reaches her face, stroking the soft skin carefully.
"Emma, you don't need to…"
"Yes, I do!" David senses a great strength coming in waves off of her like she's battling not to stop. "Because the damn curse was broken and I should see you only as my father, but I lost this fight the moment I caught you and mom in bed that day," her face darkens, lips making a thin line out of pure frustration. "I was envy that she could have you and I couldn't. After that I threw myself into work, but nothing helped me to lessen this damn sexual pull I still feel and if you want to stop," she speaks firmly as though ready for him to leave. "The time is now!"
He looks at her for a full minute. Her eyes are like windows showing him the truth and he feels like an idiot, especially because he begged for this to happen for months and now he is afraid to take what is his anyway?
David looks at her stormy eyes, full of tears and fear. He can't stop, not now, not even if he is forced to. And when he throws everything to the wind, he grips her hips firmly, staring at her eyes before crashing his lips to hers, pushing himself forward, and groaning with the feel of her tight heat enveloping his cock.
Emma finally finds herself, she thinks, in the middle of the storm of sensations she brew inside of her. Some of them are bad like this stupid guilty and others are amazing like this intense desire.
She can't concentrate in anything else but the feel of David's cock sliding lusciously in and out of her. She wants to scream and let the world knows how delicious his cock feels inside her. She wants to tell every person in town how good his thick shaft feels sliding in and out of her. She wants to be cocky and tell everybody in the whole planet that she got lucky and is now getting what she wanted since the first time she laid her eyes on him.
But she won't say anything to anyone because this is theirs and only theirs, and when he reaches for her clit, rubbing it in time with his deep thrusts, Emma feels her world tilting in its axis and she realizes right before she comes on him that she doesn't want to know a world without him like this ever again.
As for David, he thinks he has nothing to complain about when her walls flutter around him, gripping him hard, sending him over the edge, and making his heart resolve that regret is something he will never feel whenever he gets to fuck his sweet lovely daughter.
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