18+. fem!reader. age gap. daddy kink. anal play (first time). fingering. p in v. creampie. rimming (kinda). anal training. pain.
you're face down in the comforter, cheek pressed to the fabric, your fingers twisting in the sheets like you're trying to anchor yourself to something solid.
the room is dark, the only light coming from the hallway, casting long shadows across the bed that make everything feel dreamlike and surreal.
frank is behind you, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force, pulling you back onto his cock with each brutal thrust. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, obscene and raw, mixing with your broken whimpers and his low grunts of effort.
he's pounding you. there's no other word for it, no gentle way to describe what he's doing to your body. every snap of his hips drives the air from your lungs, pushes you further into the mattress until you can barely breathe.
the comforter is soft against your face, damp with your tears and the drool you can't seem to control. you can't catch your breath, can't form words, can only whine and paw back behind you, your hand reaching blindly for him, desperate for contact, for reassurance, for something to ground you in the overwhelming sensation.
"daddy," you gasp, the word barely audible, muffled by the fabric. "daddy, pleaseβ"
"please what, baby?" his voice is rough, strained with exertion and arousal. you can hear how affected he is, how much he's enjoying this, and it makes you clench around him involuntarily. "please slow down? please stop?" there's a dark amusement in his tone, like he already knows the answer, like he's testing you.
you shake your head frantically into the comforter, a broken sob escaping your throat. you don't want him to stop. you never want him to stop. the stretch of him inside you is perfect, overwhelming, exactly what you've been craving since he first touched you tonight. your body is singing with it, every nerve ending alive and electric.
his response is a low, guttural grunt from deep in his chest. one hand leaves your hip, and for a split second, you mourn the loss of his bruising hold before you feel itβthe calloused pad of his thumb pressing firmly against the tight, untouched pucker of your other hole. you freeze, a sharp, shocked gasp ripping from your throat as your entire body tenses. it's a jolt of electricity, a brand-new sensation that cuts through the haze of pleasure.
he doesn't say a word, just holds the pressure, a silent, possessive claim on a part of you he hasn't taken yet.
"shh," he murmurs, his other hand still gripping your hip, still driving you back onto his cock with steady, relentless rhythm. he doesn't stop fucking you, doesn't slow down, just keeps that same brutal pace while his thumb explores new territory. "i know, baby. i know it's sensitive."
his thumb circles the tight ring of muscle slowly, a maddeningly gentle exploration that contradicts the ferocity of his hips still pistoning into you. you whimper, a broken, pathetic sound, your fingers clawing uselessly at the sheets. it's too much sensationβhis cock filling you, stretching you, hitting that spot inside that makes you see stars, and now this new pressure, this promise of more.
he leans forward, the weight of his chest pressing you flat, his beard scraping against your shoulder blade. his voice is a low, rough rumble right against your ear, barely more than a breath. "you're gonna take me up there one day, you know that, right?"
you shake your head frantically into the comforter, a mindless denial, but your body betrays you, clenching around his cock, a fresh wave of slickness easing his way. he feels it, you know he does, and a dark, satisfied sound vibrates through his chest.
"yes, you are." his voice is so calm, so certain, like he's explaining something simple and inevitable. like he's telling you the sun will rise tomorrow. "dad's gonna train you, princess. gonna get you ready for it. gonna stretch this tight little hole until you can take every inch of me." his thumb presses slightly, just enough to make you gasp, to make your body clench around his cock. "and you're gonna take it so pretty for me, aren't you?"
you can't answer. can't breathe. his thumb is still pressing, gentle but insistent, a promise of what's coming. and his cock is still buried inside you, still fucking you with that same steady rhythm, and it's too much and not enough all at once. your mind is spinning, caught between the overwhelming sensation of now and the terrifying anticipation of later.
"answer me, babydoll." his voice is firmer now, demanding. his hips slow slightly, and you whimper at the loss of intensity. "you're gonna take it for me, aren't you? gonna let daddy train this hole?"
"yes," you sob into the comforter, your voice breaking. "yes, dad, i'llβi'll take itβ"
"that's my good girl." he rewards you by picking up the pace again, fucking you harder, deeper, and you cry out at the intensity of it. "knew you would. knew you'd be so good for me."
he pulls back just enough, and you feel itβa wet glob of his spit landing directly on your clenched hole. the shock of it makes you jolt, a filthy moan tearing from your throat. the sensation is so foreign, so intimate, and it makes your core clench around him. you've never felt anything like this before, never been touched like this, and your body doesn't know whether to pull away or push back for more.
"there we go," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "just getting you ready, baby. just a little taste of what's coming." his thumb spreads the wetness around, circling that tight ring of muscle, and you can feel how slick it is now, how easily his thumb glides over your skin. "gonna get you so used to this. gonna train you until you're begging for it."
his thumb presses again, slick now with his spit, and you feel the tip of it push against your tightest hole. not inside, not yet, just pressure. just a promise. you gasp, your whole body clenching, and he groans at the feelingβat the way you squeeze around his cock, at the way your body responds to even this small invasion.
"fuck, baby. you're so tight everywhere." his voice is strained now, rough with arousal, and you can hear how close he is, how much this is affecting him. "can't wait to get up there. can't wait to feel you squeeze around me like this while i'm buried in your ass." the crude words make you whimper, make your core clench again. "gonna fill both your holes, princess. gonna make you take everything i give you."
the pressure of his thumb increases, and you feel the first real stretchβa burning, stinging sensation that makes you cry out, your whole body going rigid. it hurts. it really, genuinely hurts. the feeling is so foreign, so invasive, and your body instinctively tries to reject it. you gasp, tears pricking at your eyes, and he pauses immediately, his hips stilling, his thumb frozen at your entrance.
"shh," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "i know, baby. i know it hurts. it's supposed to." his voice is so soft, so gentle, so different from the roughness of just moments before. "that's just your body telling you it's new. telling you it's not ready yet. but we're gonna get you there, sweetheart. nice and slow."
you sob, the tears spilling over, and you feel him press another kiss to your shoulder, then your neck, then the spot just behind your ear. "you're doing so good," he murmurs against your skin. "so brave for me. taking it so well."
his thumb doesn't push further. just stays there, holding the pressure, letting you get used to the sensation. and slowly, gradually, the burning begins to ease. the stinging fades into something elseβsomething that's still intense, still overwhelming, but not quite as sharp.
"there we go," he says, feeling your body relax slightly. "that's my girl. just breathe through it, baby. you're doing so good."
he waits until he feels you go pliant against him, until your breathing evens out and your grip on the sheets loosens. then he moves again, his thumb pressing just a fraction deeper, and the burn returns, but it's duller now, more manageable. you whimper, but you don't pull away.
"that's it," he encourages, his voice low and warm. "just a little more. you can take a little more for me, can't you?"
you nod into the comforter, your breath hitching. the sensation is strange, so strange, but there's something else underneath it now. something that's not quite pain, not quite pleasure, but somewhere in between. a fullness, a pressure, a feeling of being so completely claimed.
he pushes a little deeper, and you feel the stretch intensify. it hurts, there's no denying that. but there's something else tooβa weird, twisting pleasure that makes you gasp, makes your hips press back against him involuntarily. he feels it, of course he feels it, and you hear the dark satisfaction in his voice when he speaks again.
"see?" his thumb moves in a slow circle, and the sensation makes you shiver. "starting to feel good, isn't it? starting to feel nice for daddy."
you can't answer. can't form words. just whimper and press back against him, your body seeking more despite the ache. he laughs, low and warm, and you feel the vibration through his chest against your back.
"that's my girl. knew you'd learn to love it."
his thumb presses deeper, and the burn spikes again. you cry out, your body tensing, and he stops immediately. waits. lets you adjust.
"too much?" he asks, his voice soft.
you hesitate. then you shake your head. "no," you whisper. "no, dad. i wantβi want more."
he groans, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. "such a good girl. so brave for me."
he pushes again, slower this time, and the stretch is overwhelming. you feel tears streaming down your face, but you don't pull away. you don't want to pull away. you want thisβwant himβwant to give him everything.
finally, his thumb slips insideβjust the tip, just barely to the cuticle of his thumbnailβand the sensation is so intense, so foreign, that you can't help the broken sob that tears from your throat. the pain is sharp, a burning pressure that makes your whole body clench. but there's something underneath it, something that makes you gasp and press back against him.
"there you go," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "there you go, baby. you're taking it. taking daddy's thumb in your special hole."
he doesn't move it. just holds it there, letting you get used to the feeling, letting your body adjust to the intrusion. the seconds stretch, and slowly, gradually, the sharp pain begins to fade into something duller, more manageable. you can still feel it, still feel the stretch and the burn, but it's not overwhelming anymore. you can breathe through it. can relax into it.
"good girl," he praises, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "such a good girl. taking it so well for me."
he holds still for a long moment, letting you adjust, letting you breathe. then he begins to move again, the rhythm returningβslow at first, shallow, his thumb and his cock working in tandem. it's too much, too intense, the feeling of being so full, so stretched, so completely claimed.
"that's it," he breathes. "that's my good girl. taking everything i give you."
his hips pick up speed again, his thumb still inside you, and the sensation is overwhelming. the stretch, the fullness, the way he's fucking you from both endsβit's too much and not enough all at once. you're crying, tears soaking into the comforter, but you don't want him to stop. you never want him to stop.
you're so close. you can feel the pressure building in your core, the familiar tightness coiling in your belly. but there's something different this time, something more intense. the sensation of his thumb in your ass, the unfamiliar stretch and burn, it's pushing you toward the edge faster than you expected.
"gonna come for me, princess?" his voice is strained, his rhythm becoming erratic. "gonna come all over dad's cock while his thumb is in your ass?"
you can't speak. can only whimper and nod, your body trembling, your fingers white-knuckled in the sheets. you're right there, right on the edge, just need a little moreβ
"come," he orders, his voice rough and commanding. "come for me, baby. show me how good i make you feel."
and you do. you shatter with a cry, your body clenching around him so hard it almost hurts. your vision goes white, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but feel. your body contracts around his thumb and his cock, and you feel him groan at the sensationβat the way you squeeze him from both ends.
he fucks you through it, his pace never faltering, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until you're shaking and gasping and completely undone. you feel him pulse inside you, feel him fill you with a low groan that vibrates through your whole body. his hips stutter, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of pain, and then he's collapsing over you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. his chest is heaving against your back, his breath hot on your neck, and you can feel his heart racing, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.
he pulls his thumb out slowly, gently, and you wince at the sensation. the burn is still there, a dull ache that lingers, and you know you'll feel it tomorrow. but there's something else tooβa sense of accomplishment, of having done something hard and survived it.
he lies there, his weight a comfort, his presence grounding you in the aftermath. his hand strokes your hip, soothing, and you lean into the touch desperately.
"good girl," he murmurs against your skin, his voice soft and warm. "such a good girl. took me so well." he presses a kiss to your shoulder. "so proud of you, baby. took so much for me."
you feel his softening length slip out of you, and you whimper at the loss. but his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, and he rolls you both onto your sides, tucking you against his chest. his hand finds your stomach, splaying across your skin, and he pulls you tight against him.
"that was incredible," he murmurs into your hair. "you were so good, baby. so perfect."
you nestle back against him, your body still trembling. you can feel where his thumb was, a dull ache that makes you shift slightly. he notices, his hand moving down to soothe the area, and you wince.
"hurts?" he asks softly.
you nod, and he presses a kiss to your shoulder.
"it will for a while," he says. "the first time always does. but it gets easier, i promise. each time, it gets a little easier, a little better."
you believe him. you always believe him.
"next time," he says softly, his lips brushing against your shoulder, "we're gonna start proper training. gonna get you ready for my cock." his hand slides down, fingers ghosting over where he'd touched you before, and you shiver at the reminder. "gonna stretch you out nice and slow until you can take me."
you shiver, a mix of nervousness and anticipation flooding through you. the thought terrifies youβhe's so big, and you're so tight thereβbut you also want it. want to give him everything, want to be claimed in every way possible.
he laughsβlow, dark, satisfiedβand you feel the vibration through his chest. "you're gonna love it, baby. i promise." his fingers trace lazy circles on your hip, soothing and possessive at once. "gonna make you feel so good. gonna fill you up until you can't think about anything but me."
you believe him. you always believe him. and as you lie there in the darkness, his arms wrapped around you, his promises echoing in your ears, you realize you can't wait. can't wait for him to train you, to claim you completely, to make good on every dark promise he's whispered against your skin.
"okay," you whisper, your voice small but certain. "okay, daddy. i want it."
his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer, and you feel him smile against your shoulder. "that's my girl," he murmurs, pride evident in his voice. "that's my perfect girl."
this one is so disgusting i love it.
