write daddy kink mint. do it. i dare u.
Salem, once again coming into my ask to ruin my wholesome reputation //uwu// ...........anyway, have some Soft Gross
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r18, wc: ~2000 [daddy kink lite, face f******g/oral s**, praise kink, soft dom, messy messy messy]
It was the kind of week that leaves you boiling under the surface. Everything has convened into a tangle of stress and you feel wild with it. Unhinged.
When Keigo texted you to ask you to not make plans tonight you agreed readily, knowing that you two would wind up in bed, probably (hopefully) for hours. You need it. You need him. Your schedules have been misaligned for the past few days, which only added to the building sourness of it all. You’ve kept up through texts and the occasional goofy voice memos or pic, but it still broke your heart a little bit each morning when you woke to find the other side of the bed cold.
So when you arrive at your shared penthouse and he’s there to greet you at the door, the first thing you do is dump yourself into his open, waiting arms.
He presses a smattering of pecks along your hairline, your forehead. “Bad day, dove?”
You nod, pressing even further into his embrace. He coos in response.
A hand curls into the roots of your hair at your nape, massaging gently. “Hmmm. And what would make it better? A bath? A big cup of tea?”
You pull away an inch so you can look up at him through your lashes. You fiddle with the neck of his shirt for a moment, giving yourself the time to build up courage, anxious and antsy to make your request, already simmering with the thought of it.
“Anything?” you ask.
Keigo smiles, nudging his nose against yours. “Anything, dove.”
Your fingers dig into his shirt, clinging. Your heart’s a heavy beat in your chest. You say, “Be mean to me, daddy.”
Keigo blinks at you, then—
His smile is all teeth. The hand buried in your hair tightens, pulling your head to the side so he can press his lips to the shell of your ear.
“Yeah? You want me to be mean?” he whispers, a sweet undercurrent to his tone. “You want me to ruin you baby?”
You nod in response, trying to press closer to him. He stops you with that hand in your hair, his grip becoming painful as he keeps you back.
“Say it,” he tells you. “Tell me you want me to just fuck you up.”
His eyes are all shining and glassy, pupils drawn to knife points as he watches you, the bob of your throat as you swallow, the quiver of your lips as the words trickle out. “I want you to fuck me up, Kei.”
His groan is long and ardent, followed by a shuddering inhale, a slow, warm lick from the apple of your cheek to your temple. His voice has dropped an octave. “How could I say no to such a pretty request?”
You pull against the hand in your hair and he lets you crawl deeper into his hold, arms wrapping around you to give you a firm squeeze before his hands fall to your thighs and heft you against him. You cling to his shoulders, face pressed against the underside of his jaw, as he bounces you a few times to get you to laugh.
He tosses you onto the bed, eyes pinned to you as he strips without ceremony. Naked, he joins you at the center of the fluffy duvet, pulling you by the hips to get your right where he wants you.
“God you look so good in these,” he murmurs, hands tracing the waist of your pants.
“They’re just jeans,” you tell him.
“I know.” His hands meet at your zipper. The sound of it is extra loud in the quiet glow of late afternoon. “Your ass is enough to give me a stiffy anytime, anywhere. If you wore anything even an ounce sexier, I think it would fucking kill me.”
You store that information away for later, making a mental note to stop into that lingerie store you passed the other day. But your focus is swiftly consumed by Keigo.
The removal of your pants is taking a lot longer than usual. He’s lingering, pressing kisses and quick licks to every newly revealed piece of skin, inching your jeans down so slowly, slowly it makes you squirm.
He stops altogether. “You’re gonna be a good girl and sit still,” he tells you with a smack to your inner thigh. It’s not hard enough to hurt, but it does make you let out a surprised squeak.
“You have no idea how much I missed you this week, how badly I wanted to just grab you from your office and fuck you until we both can’t think.” His hand comes up to rub the place where he hit you. “I love you, you know that?”
You nod. “Love you too.”
His smile warms you to your core, devious, simmering. “Then let me enjoy this.”
He continues pulling on your bottoms, adding bites into the circle of teasing. Harder and harder, until you think he must be about to break skin, until you’re moaning and twitching, trying, failing to keep from rolling your hips.
Keigo doesn’t seem to care. Your pants are caught just below your knees when he reaches up and yanks down your panties as well. Legs trapped, you can do nothing but whine as he leans in and presses his mouth against your pussy.
There’s no build up, no soft easing in. He’s desperate for your taste and scent and heat and he’s trying to make up for a week of separation all at once.
His tongue is everywhere, impossible to predict, impossible to catch a rhythm. He sucks on your clit and the petals of your labia. His tongue squirms into your hole, urging your juices to flow, giving you something to clench on for just a moment before retreating.
It’s overwhelming and frustrating and relieving. Your hips are held down against the bed by one of his forearms, your legs trapped in a web of fabric. With shaking hands you reach past your belly to grab fistfuls of his hair but his own hands shoot out before you can touch him.
He presses your wrists down beside your hips. His gaze is dark, warning. “Stay.”
And you do. Because you’re a good girl. Because you’re tired of stopping, tired of him not devouring you.
You let Keigo eat you out with his wild tongue and soft lips, keening when he nibbles gently and then not so gently at your clit, when he seals his mouth against your hole and sucks.
The sensations pile and pile. You’re not sure what you’re feeling but it’s a lot, and it’s everywhere, everything as one finger and then another slip into your entrance, hooking against the soft flesh inside, making you come undone with a shriek.
Keigo continues lapping at you even after you’ve come down, softer now, but still with a wide greedy tongue, touching everything, taking in all he can. He shushes your whines, ignores your trembling hands gripping and releasing the duvet in turn.
When he’s done he wipes his wet mouth off on your inner thigh. It turns into a moment of just nuzzling, enjoying how soft, how pliant your skin is beneath him.
“Goddamn, you taste good babe,” he says, pulling away. He kneels over you, taking in your hazy expression, your half-dressed body.
He tugs your pants and all the way off, leaving you finally naked.
You wiggle your hips enticingly, and he watches, cheeks pink, lips parted slightly. But he doesn’t give you what you want.
He cups your cheek, thumb pressing against the very corner of your mouth, investigating the softness and tensions there. “Get on your knees,” he whispers.
He crawls off you, gripping your forearms and helping you to sit up before guiding you to the floor. He sits at the very edge of the mattress, one hand cupping your chin, fingers pressing on the hinge of your jaw, forcing it open. “Keep it like that.”
He eases you foreword, closer, closer, until he can lay his hard cock over your face, a dribble of hot precum slipping onto your forehead as the shaft pulses. Keigo isn’t small -- his cock spans the entirety of your face and then some, hot and so enticingly solid. He rests a hand on top of it, pressing ever so harder against your mouth and nose and eye. His long fingers curl around your cheek, and you feel smothered with him, choked on him in the best way.
“Pretty girl,” Keigo says with a soft buck of his hips. You feel veins and velvety skin against your lips, your brow. “So fucking cute.”
He continues to hump your face, expression firm and heady. You can smell and feel and taste him, over you and all around you. The both of you can’t get enough.
“Stick out your tongue,” he says. “Yeah, just like that.”
He pulls back so he can press his tip against your tongue, smearing precum all over it, rubbing in small teasing circles before finally resting the whole head against you.
“That’s it baby. Keep your mouth open.”
He gives you two warm up thrusts before his cock is digging into your throat, gagging you, and Keigo is hissing at the heavy pulsation, going faster, harder. His hands are gripping your head, keeping you steady for him, and your mouth is hanging open still, just like he asked.
Drool gathers under your tongue in seconds, overflowing, slipping down your chin and onto your bare chest in viscous strands. Tears flow, wetting your whole cheeks, making everything taste especially salty.
“You’re so good for me,” Keigo is crooning above you. His words are slurred, tone gooey. “Taking it so well. Such a precious baby girl, my baby girl.”
You whine in response to the praise, and the vibrations make him buck. His cock is swelling in your mouth.
“This is what you needed, huh? My dick carving out your throat. Such a dirty little baby.” He groans, “Feel so fucking good. Missed you so much. Love you. Love you.”
His speed increases. The sound you're making as he fucks your face absolutely obscene.
“Mhmm, you look so good beneath me. Taking everything I give you. Perfect little slut. Fuck.”
With a final few thrusts to the back of your throat he cums. “Oh fuck, oh yes dove. Yes yes yes.”
He pulls out with a tapered sigh, lingering for just a second, letting the head of his cock pull on your lower lip. Finally, you close your mouth.
Your jaw aches, but it’s a distant pain as you gaze up at Keigo, taking in his fucked out expression, all slow smile, and glowing cheeks. His fingers trail through the mix of fluids on your face, rubbing it in, reveling in the stickiness.
“Mmmm, messy baby,” he murmurs.
You smile up at him. “Yes daddy.”
He leans down, grabs you by the underarms and hauls you onto the bed before crawling over you. “Let’s see if we can get you even messier.”
