matt with a girl who lets herself be dumb around him. you’re so smart and independent and capable but there’s something about matt that makes you want to turn her brain off. you trust matt and you know he’ll take care of you, so you relinquish your need for control and let matt think for you
he thinks is so adorable how silly and giggly you get around him. he holds you in his arms and you get to be his sweet baby. you don’t have to do a thing other than let matt take the lead.
it’s like you get drunk off him. you’re so pliant and easy and it drives him crazy. he almost feels bad for taking advantage of it, but you’re just so sweet for him. those big doe eyes and your soft voice begging for his attention
you never expected matt to get so into roleplaying with you, especially when it came to the darker fantasies you keep hidden deep down.
the rape fantasy was the easy part, but it was more difficult to get him on board with the dad stuff. but once he did... oh boy.
you were face down on the bed, black tears and drool staining your satin pillow cases. your fingers gripped onto anything within reach as matt plowed into you from behind. his large hands gripped your hips and you were certain they were going to leave bruises behind. his pace was brutal and shook your whole body with every thrust.
he wrestled you into this position with ease, despite the fight you attempted to put up. you started on your hands and knees, but your sensitive body was too weak to hold yourself up for long. you fell down, flat on your stomach, which invited a new experience for pleasure.
matt’s heavy body pinned you down, though you were past the point of trying to squirm away. you hadn't entirely lost your fight, however.
"dad, please stop," you whimpered out. you weren't sure if he could even hear you through the pillow.
your defiance made his grip on you tighter. he loved when you pushed back and gave him an excuse to be mean. he pulled you back onto his cock, which drove it against your cervix and made you yelp.
“you know what the best part about having a daughter is?” he asked through clenched teeth. one hand left your hip to hold onto the headboard, and he leaned over your body so his mouth was next to your ear.
you moaned in response, because dad is strict on manners and he expects you to acknowledge when he asks you a question.
“i can do whatever i want to her and she’ll still love me,” he said. the smirk on his lips burned into your temple.
he was right, but you didn’t need to tell him that. the feeling of your walls pulsing around him as you came was confirmation enough.
oohooh dad!matt teaching you how to recognize when someone's being a creep and touching you wrong by. yknow. being a creep and touching you wrong. 🤧
i definitely wrote way too much for this oopsie :))
Matt ran his fingers over the leather collar fastened around your neck, looking for the metal tag etched with his name that marked you as his. He was in the middle of lecturing you about protecting yourself from strange men and creeps that lurk in the shadows of the city. Earlier that night, while walking back to Matt’s apartment from your date, a construction worker had shouted lewd comments about your body from across the street. You both brushed it off in the moment, but now Matt felt it was time to teach you a valuable lesson.
He brought you into the bedroom and kissed you breathless until you were dizzy, and your eyes were heavy as you slipped into subspace. He loved when you got easy, pliant, and so, so sweet. In the outside world, you were his equal. His strong, independent girlfriend, whom he absolutely adored. Here, though, you assumed the role of his little girl, and he was your stern but loving caretaker.
“You have to be careful out there, sweetheart. You’re a beautiful girl, and there are lots of bad men who’d want to take advantage of you,” he explained gently as he stroked your neck. While you didn’t know exactly where he was going with this, you knew it was some kind of game. Why else would you be naked and kneeling on the bed while he spoke to you in his Dad voice?
“Take advantage of me?” you asked, playing along.
“You know how I touch you and how we play together?” You nodded. “That’s what they want to do to you.”
You furrowed your brows. “I wouldn’t let them do that.”
Matt chuckled softly. “They wouldn’t give you a choice, honey. Like I said, they’re bad men.” He grabbed your face gently, pinching your cheeks together to make your lips pucker. “They’d see this sweet little face and wouldn’t be able to help themselves.”
“I don’t want anyone else, Daddy,” you pouted through your pinched lips.
“I know you don’t, sweetheart. That’s why I’m going to show you how to keep yourself safe.”
You didn’t know what he meant, but he didn’t give you a chance to wonder. His hands traveled from your face, down your body, to brush against your nipples before they landed at your hips. His fingers started by resting gently, but as he leaned in a bit closer, his grip got firmer.
“Daddy is nice to you. I’m gentle and soft because I love you. Those men don’t love you; they want to hurt you.” He squeezed your hips and jerked your body towards his, knocking you off balance and making you fall forward into his chest. “They want to violate you. Overpower you and make you cry,” he said, voice lower now that he was closer to your ear.
“Why?” you asked with a shaking voice.
“Because you’re so goddamn irresistible, that’s why.” His voice had an edge now. He was embodying the bad men who wanted to hurt his little girl, to ruin what was so pure and perfect.
He pulled you fully into his lap so your bare pussy was pressed against the bulge in his pants. Usually, in this position, you would wrap your arms around him in a bear hug, but he had your wrists held in one of his large hands behind your back so you couldn’t touch him. Your shoulder blades were pulled together, and your posture was forced straight.
You were familiar with this kind of play. Matt wanted you to fight back, but he would overpower you easily, and you both would enjoy the results of your defeat. You had a safeword for precisely these kinds of moments.
“Let me go,” you whispered, attempting in vain to break free from his hold. He pulled your arms further behind you to immobilize you more. His other hand wandered up your thighs and between your legs to brush against your pussy. A smile split his face when he felt your wetness.
“Doesn’t seem like you want to be let go,” he smirked as his fingers parted your folds.
“Please,” you gasp. The tip of his index finger sank inside you with little resistance, which pleased him even more.
“So needy already. Do you want the bad man to fuck you, sweetheart? Is Dad not enough for you?”
“No, no!”
“No, I’m not enough?” he teases.
“No, I don’t want the bad man.”
A second finger sinks into you and curls against the sweet spot inside of you. You can’t help the moans that escape your mouth. The evidence of your pleasure betrays what you should be feeling.
Before your fuzzy head could catch up, you were on your back with Matt on top of you, pinning you to the soft mattress so you couldn’t squirm away. He undid his pants and freed his hard, aching cock. He slotted against your pussy, the tip resting against your entrance but not pushing in to stretch you open.
“Oh, you need it, don’t you? I told you, you couldn’t stop me,” he chuckled. “Such a bad little girl, giving it up so easy.”
A gasp ripped from your lungs when Matt pushed into you, driving his length into you until he bottoms out. You groan in unison at the stretch of your pussy around him and the slow give to accommodate him.
“Is this what you’re going to let those bad men do to you, sweetheart?” he asked, his lips pressed against your temple. “You’re gonna spread your legs for the next asshole who compliments your legs?”
“N-no, Dad,” you whined while attempting to shake your head.
“Good. Daddy’s the only bad man who gets to fuck you.”
i'm thinking about how do you think dad!matt would react to nudes/suggestive photos?
obviously matt can’t see them so im adding a little open relationship type thing with frank to this situation for some spice xx
you’re cuddled up with matt on the couch when your phone chimes. matt doesn’t mind you being on your phone while you spend time together, but when you pick it up and giggle quietly at the message, it gets his attention.
“who’re you texting?” he asks.
“no one,” you dismiss easily, focusing on your phone.
matt isn’t a fan of your non-answer, so he asks again, firmer this time. “who are you texting, sweetheart?”
his shift in tone makes you look up at him and the unamused expression on his face tells you not to push it.
“frankie,” you respond and immediately prepare yourself for his reaction. matt knows you fool around with frank when he’s in town. he certainly doesn’t encourage it but he allows it to happen because he wants you to be happy. that doesn’t mean he wants it rubbed in his face, though.
“yeah? what’s frank sayin’ that’s so funny?”
you bite your lip. you know there’s no point in trying to lie to matt. he’ll see right through it and it’ll only get you in trouble, but the truth won’t exactly give you a better fate. maybe you can get away with a half-truth.
“he said i look good in the picture i sent him.” matt hums in response.
“and what kind of picture was it?” fuck. matt is too familiar with your antics.
“mirror selfie,” you say as you continue to text frank.
dad caught me. you always get me in trouble
you get yourself in trouble, kid. tell red he’s missing out, because you look sexy as hell in those panties.
you’re heart skips a beat at the message. partly from the compliment, and partly because frank is sexting you while matt sits right there.
“what did he say?” matt asks. of course he noticed.
“what?” playing dumb has never worked for you, but at this point, it’s worth a shot.
“after your phone buzzed, your heart rate sped up. what did he say?” matt’s voice is low, not angry, but firm enough to leave no room for argument.
“he said you’re missing out because i look so good,” you confess.
“what were you wearing in that picture?”
“not much,” you say meekly. “just some panties.”
the clench of matt’s jaw is so tight it looks painful. “you’re sending nudes to your little boyfriend while you’re spending time with dad? that seem like a smart choice, sweetheart?”
god, you hate when matt gets like this. you’d rather him spank your ass raw than make you feel guilty about it.
“no, sir,” you say, unable to keep the pout out of your voice.
“tell frank you’ll talk to him later. right now, you need to spend some quality time with dad.”
i have to go. dad’s really mad at me
i want a picture of your ruined pussy when you’re done.
ddba!matt is the perfect sugar daddy. he has extra money from his new job, and way more time now that he’s retired from being daredevil. he figured he might as well find a good way to spend it.
after plenty of jokes about starting his mid life crisis early, matt finally realized what he wants. no commitment, no attachment, no feelings. just a good time with a pretty thing like you.
you’re sweet. smart and funny enough to be interesting, young and inexperienced enough to give him a thrill. you make him feel powerful. you make him feel like a dirty old man.
it still makes him feel weird, giving someone gifts in exchange for sex. even after all this time, he’s afraid you feel like an escort rather than a companion. you’ve reassured him that you’d fuck him with or without the fancy dinners, sparkling jewelry, or your bills being paid.
he especially loves to take you out. a powerful new york city lawyer with a twenty-something bombshell on his arm. you look so good together; the slight salt in his hair and beard, the fine lines on his face, your bright smile and your youthful glow. it’s such a cliche, something he used to judge when he was younger, but now he understands.
he understands when you say his name is that sweet, soft tone of yours. he understands when he presses his fingers into your soft skin, leaving bruises underneath that make you whine. he understands when your lips wrap around him, savoring the taste of his skin.
matt is such a fucking manipulator it’s insane. always brushing off your concerns, acting like you’re stupid and oblivious. he gives you so many bullshit excuses, but his lies sound so sweet
i’m sorry i’m late, sweetie, i got tied up at work. you know how these clients can be.
i just bumped into something, don’t worry about it. come kiss me, i had a long day.
scars? what scars? shhh, just keep riding my thigh, just like that.
what? sorry, i wasn’t listening. i was too busy thinking about how good your mouth feels
it must be your lipstick. you know there’s no one who could make me feel as good as you do
i know you’re tired but think about how i feel. all these late nights at the office… i could really blow off some steam
shh, baby, don’t cry. i’m sorry, daddy’s sorry, okay? let me make it up to you. you like my fingers, don’t you?
you’re always such a good girl for me. you never whine, never complain. i don’t deserve you
