be my daddy - m. osamu
tw: daddy kink, age gap, hint of noncon fantasy
18+
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poor little reader who just needs a daddy :((
it’s not your fault you’re so enamored with osamu, your much older boss who’s really been like a father figure to you since he first hired you at onigiri miya. so kind and understanding, and sometimes prone to lecturing you about school and what boys your age have on their minds. so quick to pull you into his chest when you’re having a hard day, or quietly push you behind him when an angry customer wants to take out their frustrations on the sweet little girl behind the counter. he clears his throat any time some guy chats you up for too long, puts one of his big arms around you protectively and says you’re his daughter. and whenever they don’t take the hint or accept no for an answer, he tells them he better not catch them bothering you again, or he’ll have to make an example out of them.
it makes sick, twisted little butterflies creep into your stomach and flutter around as your cheeks burn red hot. you try to talk yourself down, tell yourself to get a grip. he’s your boss. more importantly, he’s too old for you, and he said it himself— you could be his daughter.
but it’s not fair.
not fair that he fills the role of an older, stronger, wiser male figure in your life so completely. you’ve tried to get over your issues in the past, tried to feel complete on your own without clinging to teachers and advisors who tell you how smart and wonderful and pretty you are every chance they get. but it feels so good with him. too good when he lets you stay late with him after closing to help him try out new recipes, sitting on the counter and swinging your legs as he cleans up and tells you all sorts of interesting stories and corny jokes.
too good when he lends a sympathetic ear to your struggles and insecurities about being all alone and in need of someone, some gentle, guiding presence — a father figure — that you can depend on. rely on. who makes you feel safe and secure, validated and so, so loved. you’ve never had that, not really, but you’ve seen it. you crave it.
osamu nods reassuringly. he asks if he’s ever helped fill that void for you as he brings you into his arms when you start to get all teary, rubbing your shoulders with strong hands to soothe you. you nod, unable to lie to him, fidgeting with your hands as you avoid his gaze. it’s so embarrassing. he’s not your dad. you don’t want him to think it’s weird that you sometimes think of him like that.
“really? that’s sweet,” he coos, turning you around, your back to his chest as his hands start massaging lower. his fingers curl around you, holding you steady, almost touching the sides of your breasts as his thumbs work through the tension in your shoulder blades. “i kinda think of ya as my daughter, too, ya know. yer so darn pretty, and smart, i’d be so proud to call ya my little girl.”
you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you. you both pause, and you try to play it off with a small “t-that feels good, how you’re- um, my back.”
but you’re a bad liar. you’re blushing furiously, your thighs squeezing together and your eyes getting all glassy and lost. there’s a physical reaction to his words, your brain getting all dizzy with the praise and affection. he’s noticed it before when he’s given you small compliments, tried not to let his mind wander to how far he could push it, but you’re just so cute. so easy to read. he feels his cock get all hard because he knows where your little mind starts going when he talks to you like this.
“oh yeah? feels good?” he muses, getting a little deeper, gripping you a little harder. you’re so small compared to him, look so fragile in your little skirt, parting your glossy lips to let out small sounds of pleasure as you nod. it really does.
“use your words, darlin’. you can do it,” he mumbles, and you whimper as your thighs press closer together. “tell yer daddy how it feels.”
“feels s-so good.” you breathe out, and he can feel you trembling in his hands. “thank you…”
he knows what you want to say, but he hears the way your breath hitches as you choke on the word. you’re just so unsure of yourself, so helpless when you don’t have him telling you what to do and praising you so nicely for following directions. he knows how hard it must be for you to go through life without the kind of reassurance little girls like you need. but he’s here now. he’ll fix you up real good.
“you can say it, sweetheart. i’d like to hear it,” he encourages, his thumbs kneading your lower back now, his hands finding their way to your hips as he leans down to speak in your ear. “i think it’d suit me.”
you nod, leaning back to rest your head on his hard chest as your tummy flutters. your panties are all wet and sticky, more heat flooding to your center as you let out a high-pitched “thank you, daddy.”
he groans in appreciation, his cock throbbing and twitching in his pants. you gasp when he pulls your hips into him, pushing into you and making you feel it.
“say it again, sweetheart. gonna make ya feel what it does to me.”
you try not to writhe as he holds you against it, getting desperate for a little friction down there. your pussy feels empty, all soaking and needy. but you’re a good girl, so determined to fight the dizziness in your brain and do what he says.
“daddy, i—” you cut yourself off with another gasp, shaking as you feel his… thing— pulse and twitch against your aching center. it feels big, even in the confines of his pants. he groans as you wiggle your hips against him.
“what is it, darlin’, hm? tell yer daddy what ya need.”
you whine as he ducks his head lower to graze his lips against your neck, placing sweet kisses there as you fall apart.
“n-need my daddy’s… oh— p-please don’t make me say it. ‘s so embarrassing.”
he lets out a deep chuckle, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing you closer to him in a hug. he’s so strong, crushes you with no effort at all to stop you from shying away from him. he can see you getting all flustered and panicky now that it’s real, but it’s okay. little girls like you just need someone to be firm with them, make them finish what they started. it’s what you wanted, after all.
“ya think i’m gonna laugh at ya? hm?” he asks, still slowly rolling his hips against you to get some relief. “yer daddy would never do that to ya, baby. i promise. now tell me how you want this to go.”
he can feel your little brain working, trying to get through all those fears and mental blocks that hold you back from admitting what you really want to happen to you. but he’s patient. he waits, trailing gentle kisses from your temple all the way down to your neck, savoring the way you begin to soften against him and relax.
“i want… want your… cock,” you squeak out. you’re so embarrassed by your own words, but it makes your legs all wobbly when he groans behind you, squeezing you tighter in encouragement. “inside me. feels so— so big, i-i can’t think— please, daddy.”
you’re crying, trembling and gasping as he starts to suck bruises into your neck. you can’t move in his hold, completely powerless as he pushes you with his body until your hips are pressed up against the counter, having to go on your toes so he can force your upper body down and bring your ass level with his hard bulge.
“that’s a good girl, baby— fuck,” he grunts, flipping your skirt up and pushing your panties down so he can get a good look at your glossy pussy clenching around nothing. “‘m so proud of ya. gonna treat ya so good, since ya asked so nicely.”
you’re nodding mindlessly, whining and moaning as he finally brings his cock out and runs it through your folds. he has to bend his knees a little to angle it just right before he starts to push it in, slowly bullying his way through your tight walls to sink himself deep inside, all the way to the hilt.
you’re crying, squirming and spasming around the intrusion as he stands taller, his cock pushing in so far that he has to move you higher up on the counter, your feet not even touching the floor anymore. you’re helpless like this, unable to stop him from pulling out before you’re ready, then giving you a deep thrust back in.
“d-daddy!” you shriek, kicking your feet as he moans, throwing his head back and feeling you clench to keep him buried inside. “‘s too much!”
fuck, he knows. he looks down at his big cock filling your tiny entrance and it makes him lightheaded. you’re sucking him in, your walls hugging all the sensitive veins and ridges that make him feel so good. it’s better than he imagined, but you’re right— it is too much. way too much for his little girl to be taking without any prep. he looks at the position he’s got you in, and a piece of him knows that it’d be so easy to keep going like this. he could make you take him any way he wants, make you scream and beg and regret ever thinking that any older man who’s nice to you could be a replacement father in whatever fucked up therapy session this is for you.
he’s almost shocked out how hard it is to ignore that side of him, but he can’t focus on that or why you brought it out of him in the first place. he promised he’d be nice, go easy on you for being so good and sweet and placing all your trust in him. and the best daddies always keep their promises.
the next time he sinks back into you he does it slowly, with control. he lets you feel him slide through your tender walls and massage them, holding one of your hips with one big hand and tangling his fingers through your hair with the other. he hopes it brings you a little comfort, biting his lip as he watches you squirm and twitch when he bottoms out. he sees the way your shaky breaths wrack your body, hears you cry out for him weakly, and he feels his heart squeeze.
“i’m here, baby. daddy’s here.” he says, rubbing his thumb across your skin. “just got a little excited for a second, yer little pussy’s just so tight for me.”
he groans when you clamp down around him at the praise, unable to help yourself. “‘s okay, daddy. was a little h-hard, but i-i liked it.”
he coos, leaning over you and pulling you up by your hair a little so he can give you a deep, open-mouthed kiss with tongue. you moan and whine into it, but he swallows all your noises as he starts a slow grind into your heat.
“d-daddy,” you whine, finally pulling away when you run out of breath. you face is flushed and your eyes are struggling to meet his, rolling back whenever he nudges that sweet spot inside you. “feels so— so good, oh— thank you, daddy.”
he grins, picking up the pace until you’re relaxed enough for him to give you full thrusts again. this time you take it like you were made for it, made to be full of his fat cock as it ruins you. he straightens up, gripping both of your hips firmly as he speeds up, feeling his balls tighten every time you moan out something incoherent. you’re drooling and babbling just like a little baby.
“yer welcome, sweetheart. you just enjoy yer daddy’s big cock, okay?” he asks, and you nod, but he’s not sure you can really even process the words right now. “don’t have to worry about nothin’ else anymore. daddy’s here.”
you whine, still nodding your empty head as you fall into a fit of moans.
he closes his eyes, throwing his head back with a low groan as he feels you keep tightening up around him. he couldn’t have asked for a better way to finally get ahold of you. he looks down at where his big cock sinks inside you, knowing that it shouldn’t even fit. you’re too tiny for him. your feet can’t even touch the floor like this, dangling just inches above it, and you both feel his cock throb inside you. listening to the way you choke and cry over it makes that primal, protective instinct flood through him.
fuck, he’s gonna take such good care of you. make sure no one can ever hurt you again, he swears.
you babble something too quickly for him to catch, your legs starting to shake and your hands coming down to grip his. he groans, feeling you really start to clamp down and already knowing what you’re trying to say.
“gonna cum, baby? hm?”
you cry, nodding and sinking your nails into his strong hands as you squirm. he curses, holding you still as he keeps up his relentless pace, fucking into you harder— until your squishy insides start to hug him tighter.
“y-yes, oh god— daddy, i’m gonna—”
he knows. he throws his head back when you release, fucking you through it as you cry and beg for your daddy. he feels his own climax building, pumping into you like you’re a doll, the veins protruding from his big cock rubbing your walls raw. he’s so sensitive, can feel you sucking him in, trying to keep him buried inside you as you shake and squeak.
he cums with a drawn out groan, slamming his hips into you and using his much bigger body to hold you down, fisting your hair to pull you back in for another messy kiss. you’re crying into it, your mouth open and tongue helplessly trying to keep up with his as you take all his cum. you feel him everywhere— feels so full, too full, and his scent makes you dizzy. you’re still cumming and you can’t stop crying because— oh god, you love him.
“daddy, daddy—” you gasp, pulling away to breathe before he cuts you off with another deep kiss. you look so fucked, lips puffy and mascara running down your face.
“i’m here, baby, breathe,” he grunts, using his grip on your hair to make you look at him. “ya did so well, baby, ‘m so proud.”
it’s all you need to hear, whining as you squeeze down on him. you wanna keep him there, wanna be his little girl forever.
he hugs you into him, lifting you off the counter and back onto your feet with his cock still inside you, his cum leaking out and running down your inner thighs. gravity keeps you impaled on it, jumping to your tippy toes and whining because it’s too deep like this. he hushes you, pressing kisses to your face and letting you rest against his solid chest until he starts to soften inside you.
you cry when he begins pulling out, protesting when you start to feel empty again. it’s such a bad feeling, so wrong now that you know what his cock feels like inside you.
“shh, hey, it’s okay,” he coos, gripping your face to make your watery eyes look up at him. “‘m not goin’ anywhere. just gonna clean ya up, then yer daddy’s gonna take you home, ‘kay?”
you nod reluctantly, not really able to speak yet because you’re still shaking and crying. you can feel the ghost of him pounding into you, pussy squeezing around nothing pathetically as you focus on keeping the rest of his warm cum inside you.
osamu notices but doesn’t say anything. he knows you’ll be embarrassed, but he thinks you’re cute like this. so precious when you let him clean you up, fixing your pretty outfit and wiping your tears before guiding you out to his car. he lets you hold his fingers in your small hands as he rests a heavy palm on your thigh, rubbing your skin softly with his thumb the whole way back to his house.
pride swells in his chest every time he glances at you. such a good girl for telling him what you need and letting him provide it for you. he almost coos at your sleepy expression, too innocent to know that he’s gonna sink his big cock into you again as soon he gets you settled in his bed. he’ll do it again and again, as many times as it takes to fix you up, make you stop worrying your pretty little head about things that he should be handling for you. your daddy’s here now, he’ll take care of everything.