i can’t stop thinking about dad!meian teaching you how to please all of the guys you’ll meet at college, as a going away present.
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Shugo is such a kind and warm man, always giving you hugs and kisses and head pats and pulling teasingly at your skirts of tops whenever you prance around the house. Daddy warning you there's no one who'll treat you like him, or that he'd ruin every stupid boy who even thinks of hurting you. Or any boy who thinks himself worthy to date you better be prepared to be sized up by your mountain of a father who'd love nothing more than to put them down a peg.
Daddy who tells you to sleep in his bed the last few weeks before you leave when you have anxiety to go. Daddy who brushes your hair back and pushes your head between his legs to teach you all about getting all the boys. Daddy who sits you on his face and eats you out just to remind you who tf you belong to, who bounces you on his cock until you're three orgasms in and begging to call it quits for the night. He doesn't give you away easily <333 you're his baby after all.
pls father’s day was last month so i just want to spoil our atsu-chan (atsuko my love) with some daddy kink if he would enjoy such a thing 🥺🥺🥺
write a drabble she said. it'll be fun she said... this became long-ish on accident but fOR YOU CLOVER MY LOVE ITS WORTH IT <33
tw daddy kink, incest, hairpulling, size kink, atsuko being a menace, what's new
His hands are on you before he even makes himself known in the room. The touch comes first, always, clinging to you like he conditioned himself to do. As much as you want to berate him for it, probably would’ve a few short years ago, there’s a sweet tingle that flutters through your belly at the skin to skin contact. “Boo,” he chuckles, stopping with his chest just about against your back.
His long fingers run between your shoulder blades as he clears his throat, pressing just hard enough to make your knees buckle the slightest bit under the weight. “You’ve been in here a while,” he blows out the greeting airily, casually, but you hear how the undercurrent shifts as soon as his other hand comes to rub circles along your neck, “take a break, won’t ya’?”
Atsuko’s pretty voice doesn’t leave room for another option, picking open the tie of your shirt to slide his hand down your spine with a sigh. “You seem tired, mom. Take a break with me.” The set of laundry you’d planned to put away before your husband gets home is quick to slip your mind when he runs those large hands down your sides to grab your hips, leaning in the last few inches. He brushes your hair away from your ear to press a kiss there, eager. “I’ve been thinking a little, y’know?”
“A dangerous habit,” you whisper back as you close your eyes, allowing yourself to lean back into his solid figure for just a few minutes. That’s all your morals can allow you to do before you have to bare your teeth at the affection he is already claiming too easily. No matter how much you long, or want, or need. It’s the idea of putting up a fight that has kept you from totally losing it under a sea of moral mishaps. Atsuko doesn’t mind the chase anyway, the treacherous voice in the back of your mind whispers.
“Mhm,” he hums. The soft playfulness of the sound is enough to have your belly clenching like a trained dog, heat flaring where you want to forget it ever sat before this. He bites the skin under your ear after kissing it. And then he hums again, or —moans, the sound shaking his chest as he grabs your neck and applies just enough pressure to have you leaning towards the bed. Your ass slotted against the press of his hips. You don’t need to imagine the thoughts in his head, because the way his cock is already hard under his sweats— pushed to your sensitive center.
“Was thinking something interesting,” he absentmindedly continues, pulling your hips back against him for a slow grinding motion that has your pussy slicking. Your clit throbs guiltily as you place your forearms on the bed and hide your face into them, cheeks heating up despite yourself. “Don’t you wanna know what?”
Your voice is high pitched and raspy when you breathe out a distrustful ‘What?’ at his prompting. The way he positions his hard-on right against the hood covering your clit and rubs you like he’s got something to prove is too much already. Your lacy panties provide just enough friction to have you gasping back a moan, ignoring the way he seems to glow with giddiness.
Atsuko doesn’t waste his moans though, rasping out a soft ‘mom’ every few seconds, mixed in with a swear here and there as his chubbed cock grows so hard against you that it can’t be comfortable. “Ahh— fuck- m-me,” he throws his head back with a long groan, before flipping your skirt up to reveal the fluttering of your pussy and the wet spot in your panties. “I wanna make you a momma ‘gain,” he bites out as he bends himself over your bent form to be as close as he can to you, leaning his weight into you fully.
“O-oh, ‘Ko,” you whimper, shivering when his thick fingers worm between you two to pull on the crotch of your underwear and impatiently drag it down your legs. The strings of glossy wetness snap as he does, fingers quickly making work of rubbing your bottom lips with greedy motions. “Don’t say—shh-” you whine when he presses two fingers inside and a thumb at your other puckered hole. He uses his free hand to get himself out of his pants judging from the rustle of clothes, before rubbing his hot cock between your legs.
Each lazy thrust makes the wet sounds of your pussy more prominent, squelching around his thick, long fingers in turn. “Or,” he grunts before laying a kiss on the corner of your mouth, “at least— call me daddy. Call me daddy, please? I need’it.” If you were in a clearer state of mind, maybe you’d be able to comment on the way he basically whines into your neck like a petulant toddler. But your cunt is already aching to get fucked stupid, filled up to the brim with hot white cum until it runs down your legs and embarrasses you further.
You hum some noise of agreement when he squeezes your hip in question, to which he pulls out his fingers just long enough to guide his cock to your fluttering hole. You prepare yourself to let him in, take a deep breath. But Atsu pulls back to grab a fistful of hair at the base of your skull and forces your head up until you crack your mouth open in a whimpering moan. “Say it first, c’mon,” he orders, the deep growling tone of his voice suddenly making you feel so small. The way he juts out his tongue and wraps an arm under your hips to pull you up against his unfairly muscular body has you swallowing back a moan. “I wanna hear who’s gonna make this pussy cum. Say it.”
“Y-you are,” you choke as he pushes in the hot head of his fat cock, “daddy is. Daddy is!” The whine in your voice is unavoidable, a long, needy coo as he slides in slow and deep in a few rolling motions. But it’s the way he bites back an honest-to-god cry that has your eyes tearing up from intensity. He pulls back to turn you around onto your back instead, staring at you with his eyes desperately searching and mouth cracked open.
“Oh— fuck.” He hisses as he slides back into your sloppy, clenching hole until you’re grabbing at his wide shoulders, then kisses you full on the mouth. A soft moan makes its way out of him when you cup his one cheek, letting him tangle his tongue with yours until he runs out of breath. “Say it again,” he grunts when he pulls back, dragging his heavy cock along your walls until he’s fully out, then slamming back in. The way he fills you up to the very edge has your lungs emptying in short, hiccup-y breaths.
“Ko~~” you’re whining before you can think about it, letting him use your soft pussy like a personal goal as he fucking in and out at a pace that has the headboard hitting the wall. You should be more embarrassed. You should do anything other than accept the way he grabs your cheeks and kisses you like a starved man, looking into your teary eyes. His chest heaves as he watches you, pulling one of your legs up to lay it over his shoulder instead. The change in angle makes your entire body throb, muscles clenching around him. “Ahgh- d-daddy. Daddy, daddy, please.”
“That’s it, you’re so good. Your pussy is so g-good for me- fuck.” Atsuko runs a quick hand to brush away the hair that clings to his cheeks, before he’s back to appraising you, sucking a mark into the side of your neck with all opportunity for subtlety tossed out the window. “Wanna feel this pussy clench around me, mom.” The loud smacking of skin meeting skin almost drowns out the way you’re mewling and moaning like it’s your job, clinging to him and digging your nails in hard. You can’t help it, can’t help but give yourself over to him as he fucks you like you’re the only one for him— like he might choke if you’re not there to breathe the air back into him.
“Feels so -fucking gudd~” your words slur, turning more into a moan with each pump. Your pussy’s spilling wetness on the bed and down your ass, and each time he bottoms out is leaving your clit a tingling mess.
“More, say it more. Who’s making you feel this good? Who’s f-fuck—fucking this pussy like this?”
“Da-d-daddy~ oh-m-my! Atsuko, I’m close. I’m gonna-” The room glows from the effort, the loud pap of his balls hitting your ass each times he fucks into you mixing with the way you’re both clinging to each other. Atsuko leans down to suck at your tits and nipples, before angling his hips to leave room for his thumb to rub ruthless circles on your clit.
“Cum- c-cum on my cock,” he grunts, biting his lip hard and fucking into you with sloppy, wild thrusts. “Oh— I’m- g-gonna cum too. Fuck, cum for me.” He’s shaking on his thick thighs when your vision starts to go black, high coming up slowly and then all at once. You snap your legs closed around his hips when the gushing of your pussy and the high hits, lifting your back from the bed with an obscene string of moans and swearing that melts into a high pitched ring.
“D-agh—Daddy!” Your pussy clenches and flutters around his last few thrusts, before he bottoms out with a long, raspy groan and fills your belly with warm, hot cum and collapses on you, positively glowing until you’re done coming. He shivers for a few seconds before pulling himself aside enough not to crush you, instead tucking you into his heaving chest with shaky hands instead. But he struggles to speak, at least for now. And the closeness has you mumbling a careful call of his name, that he responds to just barely.
“Hm?”
“So… what was all that about? I thought you were going to help out,” you pout, a little at the stickiness of the heat, a little at the self-accomplished grin he’s wearing on his pretty face, “instead we — made a bigger mess. And… since when do you want to- be called- d-daddy?” It’s stupidly embarrassing when he’s looking at you teary eyed and cheeks burning, but his grin is quick to replace your slight bit of hesitation with annoyance.
He leans in to put his chin on top of your head though, moving his still-hard cock inside you to make a point. “Don’t complain. Know you like it. You just love having me on top of you throwing you around. And I like giving my sweet mamma what she likes.” He’s not wrong, but the patronizing tone in his voice is hard to take, and you give his solid chest a well delivered jab under his pecs.
“Brat.”
He barely moves in response. “Next time I’ll make you scream it when Tooru’s home, hm? See who’s the brat then.”
Tw: Stockholm syndrome, noncon, dubcon, one (1) slap, implied kidnapping, kept locked in basement, daddy kink, pet names, alcohol, Tsumu makes an appearance.
You don't remember how you got here or how long you've been, months maybe? Time doesn't feel relevant when you're locked away in a dark basement with only a single dim bulb illuminating the room around you. You're clothes, if you even want to call them that, are tagged and dirty. The man who keeps you here is named Osamu, he's older then you by about twenty years. Tall and strong, broad shoulders and thick thighs but albeit soft in the stomach from years of working at his restaurant, or so he's told you. All you remember is passing in the alley behind his restaurant where you met him the first time then it's black.
Osamu has a big house just outside the city, he keeps you locked away waiting for you to break and behave. He's a patient man and is more than happy to fuck that attitude out of you. Whether it be your throat, your cunt, or your ass he'll fuck the attitude out of you and break you to be his pretty little wife. Although you are a stubborn one, always fighting him and mouthing sharp jabs when you see him. None of his friends and family are aware that you are there, not you're the girl that went missing months and months ago. Except for Atsumu. Atsumu knows everything when it comes to his twin, they're a little too close for normal twins. And you always always hate it when he comes over, able to hear them upstairs in the kitchen as they get more intoxicated through the night.
Atsumu is always the loudest talking about the team he's coaching now that he's retired, after a while it gets quiet before the door to the basement opens and Osamu is leading a drunk Atsumu to you. Like a mouse trapped in a cage you learned long ago that you can't run or plead with Atsumu unlike Osamu who has gotten a bit softer with you over the years of being forced to be with him. Atsumu has a tendency to be cruel when he's drunk, deciding to behave scared of what Tsumu might do to you sitting obediently on your knees, hands in your lap. You hold back a whimper when you see samu sit in the large armchair nursing a beer, knowing that when he does this he's gonna let Atsumu do whatever he wants. Stealing a look to Osamu again he gives a wave of his hand, motioning to Atsumu and for you to pay attention to him. Turning back to the blond you whimper at his cruel smile as his fingers slowly tangle in your hair.
His grip turns harsh and shoves your face into his crotch making you rub your cheek against his half hard cock, you hear him mention how it's a shame that you aren't his cause he'd at least have you tied to a bed instead of a dirty basement. His words fall on deaf ears as you focus on anything but his cock hardening against your cheek. Osamu clears his throat warning you to behave, swallowing hard you look up at Atsumu who looks back with a look of expectation. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes and take Atsumus now hard cock in your mouth. You always took too long for Atsumu's liking so he opts to shove his cock all the way down your throat causing your eyes to go wide and tears to form. He grunts out for you to keep his eyes on him and starts to roughly fuck your throat like he would your cunt or ass.
Tears fall as you focus on breathing, listening obediently to his instructions to keep your eyes on him. You're thankful Atsumu’s cock is more sensitive and not as thick as Osamu’s, he cums quickly throwing his head back with a loud moan of your name. You try to swallow his cum but you're sent into a coughing fit, saliva and cum spilling out of your mouth and onto your hands and lap, the feeling of humiliation and shame weighs heavy on your body when you hear Atsumu drunkenly laugh at you. You start crying, the humiliation of being laughed at by Atsumu is too much, Osamu steps in smacking Atsumu in the back of the head. He pulls a cloth from his back pocket wiping you down, he stares at you for a long moment before taking the keys at his belt and undoing the chain on your ankle. Swiftly picking you up and barking at Atsumu to follow him.
Atsumu grumbles curse after curse while he follows his twin upstairs grabbing another beer in the kitchen, you watch Osamu whose face has always been unreadable to you but opt to curl in to make yourself as small as possible sniffling and hiccuping but trying to stay quiet. Osamu looks down at you, furrowing his brows as you try to be as small and quiet as possible. He drops you on his bed snatching the beer from Atsumu and drinking it for himself, Atsumu yells at his brother before grumbling back to the kitchen for another. You hug your legs to your chest looking down but out of your peripheral you can see Osamu standing in front of you finishing it himself and setting it on his night stand. Suddenly he's in your face and making you lay back down on the bed, arms caging you in. Your trembling, being upstairs is new and you can't read his face. Without looking from your face he takes both wrists in one hand and pins them above your head, the other gently wrapping one of your legs around his waist before kneading the soft flesh of your thigh.
His gentleness is something that you've hardly ever seen, swallowing nervously at this new feeling even the bed underneath you is so new and much softer than yours. He can see the confusion in your eyes but when he moves to kiss you, his interrupted by Atsumu pulling at his shoulder complaining about how tonight is his night with the toy. Osamus eyebrow twitches at his twin, turning to glare at Atsumu he speaks low. "Sit down and shut yer trap she belongs to me." Atsumu pouts but listens anyway huffing as he moves to sit in the living room slamming the door behind him. Your confusion only increases but now you have Osamu's sole attention. With Osamu staring at you so intensely, you don't realize you started crying until he shushes you and wipes away your tears, cupping your cheek he leans down to kiss the other side of your cheek and down your jaw. You whimper, closing your eyes tightly still scared of when he might do, you hear Samu curse under his breath before he turns your face to him and gives you a heated kiss.
A part of you hate how soft his lips feel and how his tongue alone is making your body heat up but you know you can't help it, body quivering in his hold. Pulling away he whispers a soft "Look at me princess." Your eyes widen he's never used a sweet name for you, only harsh words when you act up, hesitating you look up at him body still trembling in his hold. His face is still unreadable as his thumb strokes the stray tears from your cheek. You can smell the alcohol on his breath but he tells you praises you've never heard before, promises of the life he dreams for you both and the sweetness makes your stomach twist because in another world, maybe you could have this life with such an admittedly handsome man. It becomes too much, you squirm under him tears back full force. His eyebrow twitches as he asks what's your problem, glaring at him you spill everything how he's gotten you terrified how he lets his brother be so cruel you've been down in the basement for who knows how long and all he's done is torment you and use your body.
Osamu frowns at your outbursts after he just spilled his heart to you and when you feel the grip on your wrists tighten in warning, it only makes you want to fight against him squirming and thrashing. It all comes to a hard stop when Osamu lifts himself up away from you and lands a harsh slap across your cheek. You stop moving, tasting iron on your tongue. All you can do is lay there and cry under him, it's quiet for a while as he stares down at you. You whimper out a small I'm sorry, he lets go of your wrists and picks you up again. You don't fight, just hide your face and cry in your hands, he tosses you on the couch by Atsumu waving for him to have at it while he goes back to his room. You cry out that you're sorry, scrambling off the couch to beg Osamu to take you away from Atsumu but the blonde grabs your ankle making you trip on the floor, his heavier body landing on top of yours and pinning you down. You're shaking and drop your head knowing you've messed up and won't get out of this, body pliant as Atsumu flips you over mocking you for the bruise on your cheek.
Just to add emphasis, he drags his tongue across your bruised cheek then bites down harshly on the skin, hips rutting against yours and hands pushing up the ratty shirt you were given to wear. You cry out but don't fight him, instead spreading your legs for him hoping to get this over with soon. He leans close to your face, smelling the alcohol on his breath you grimace as he smile telling you to be a good slut and take it. He reaches between your body's freeing his cock from his sweats, ripping your panties from your body he shoves himself in your cunt without warning or prep. Your screams echo through the house, unable to help your nails digging into Atsumus arms, heavy thrusts the feel bruising on your hips and his cock battering your cunt. When his hand wraps around your throat you pray to anything and anyone that's listening for this to end quickly and thanks to him being so drunk your wish is answered. He cums quickly and it seems to have exhausted him, pulling out and pulling up his sweats he collapses on the couch leaving you a mess on the floor. You close your knees and put your face in your hands and cry quietly, body and face sore.
You don't know when you fell asleep but next you wake up you're back into the basement, ankle chain back in place and a bowl of cold rice and miso soup on a tray next to the bed. You drag your sore dirty body to start eating the food but you end up crying while you eat, knowing that this is just bound to repeat again. You lose your appetite and put your bowl down, bringing your knees to your chest you just hold yourself and cry. Thinking of what Osamu said last night your mind wanders to what might have been if everything played out differently. It would be a few days before Osamu made his way down to the basement holding a tray of food for you and set it down in front of him on the floor before sitting down in the chair, you not moving from the bed, in fear of angering him again. He has another beer in his hands watching you, his free hand snapping his fingers pointing to the spot in front of him. Hesitantly you crawl to where he wants you, sitting on your knees with your head down.
He gives you the command to eat knowing that you've been barely eating what he gives you or not eating at all, you listen slowly picking at the bowl of rice but pause when you hear him sigh and lean forward to harshly grab your hair making you look at him "I hate people who waste my food, so fucking eat." Your lip trembles but you whimper out a yes sir, putting the bowl of rice down to pick up the bowl of chicken and veggies he brought down. Taking a bite you look up at him as he stares down at you with cold eyes. He leans back in his chair sipping his beer and watching you eat until the dishes are clear, you even going so far as to eat the stray grains of rice in the bowl. When his beer is finished, he pulls out a black leather collar. The simple command of "behave" has you lifting up your head to let him put it snugly around your neck. When he sits back you bring your fingers up to touch the collar feeling the cool leather and small ring on the front. You look at him wide eyed, he leans forward twisting his finger in the ring and bring your face close to his. "I'm giving you one last chance to leave this basement. Fuck it up again and I'll give to Tsumu permanently."
Just the thought is enough to bring tears to your eyes and you tell him that you're sorry, that you'll behave which he scoffs at. Letting go of the ring, he rests his hand on his thigh telling you to prove it, looking at you expectantly. Swallowing, you lean forward to pull out his soft cock from his pants and look up at him when you take it into your mouth. Gently sucking on the head and small licks to get him hard are given along the shaft, Osamu spreads his legs allowing you more room now that he's fully hard. Thick and heavy on your tongue you work your way down taking as much of him as you can before bobbing your head. His fingers thread through your hair and you feel him pushing your head down forcing you to take his cock all the way then bring you back up, taking the hint, you struggle to take all of him down and eventually relax your throat enough to deep throat him smoothly. You swallow his cock till your nose is buried in the thick black pubes at the base, lavishing the sensitive underside of his cock with your tongue before pulling back up. Tears fall but you ignore them in favor of pleasing the man in front you.
You managed to finally get a groan out of him, hearing him say "That's it, good girl" it's enough to have you pushing through and taking him down your throat again, moving up and down his cock faster. Your hands come up and knead his heavy balls, hollowing your cheeks you apply more pressure with your tongue sucking on the fathead. He tosses his head back, hips thrusting into your mouth. The grip on your hair tightens but he doesn't stop you or force you down letting you work his cock with your tongue. Wrapping your hand around the base you pump his cock squeezing the head every so often while moving your mouth and suck one of his balls into your mouth, feeling just how big and heavy they are on your tongue. He's panting, a small sign telling you he's getting close. You switch sides and take the other in your mouth giving it the same attention, hand picking up pace smearing precum over his length. You hear him start to talk with a rough tug on your hair, "Come on now princess, daddy's gonna cum be good and swallow all of it."
His words makes your cunt clench but you ignore it taking his cock back in your mouth, sucking on the head rhythmically as one hand strokes his cock faster and the others squeeze his balls. His hips start bucking more and he uses both hands to to hold your hair as he cums down your throat, thick warm cum filling your mouth quickly as you try to swallow it all. You close your eyes tightly focusing on being good and not wanting to be punished, when he slips his softening cock out a little drips out of your mouth. Quickly swiping it up with your fingers you stick them in your mouth and clean them off as Osamu gently grips your chin making you look up at him. You stare up at him and open your mouth, going the extra step to show him that you swallowed all of his cum, getting him to smile "That's my good princess" putting himself away he unlocks your ankle chain and hooks a different chain in the ring of your collar, tugging you to follow him upstairs. You follow a couple steps behind on shaky legs, eye squinting at the sudden bright light. He leads you to his bedroom, looking around you don't see Atsumu anywhere but don't dare ask Osamu where he might be. Once in his room he leads you to the ensuite bathroom and unhooks the chain, picking you up he sets you on the counter he orders you to stay as he starts a bath.
You stare down at your lap playing with the hem of the dirty shirt you wore until the tub is filled up and he comes back over to you. With ease he takes off the shirt tossing it into the trash and sets you in the soapy bath water, it's hot and makes you hiss but after not having one in who knows how many days you quickly adapt to it. Osamu kneels next to the tub, tipping your head back as he wets your hair, it's quiet as he washes you taking his time and making sure you're clean. You still can't read his face but look at him when he gently takes your face in one hand, thumb stroking over the bruise he'd left. You flinch when he touches your bruised cheek and look down into the dirty water, tears brimming your eyes when you realize all that was taken from you in a brief moment. You hear him sigh and empty the dirty water turning on the detachable shower head and having you stand so he can rinse your body.
The quiet returns though this time it feels suffocating, once you've been rinsed clean he grabs a soft towel wrapping it around you. Picking you up he carries you to his bed gently setting you down so he can dry you off, hands never rough when it comes to your face he gently pats your cheek before leaning down kissing the bruise softly as not to hurt you. You sniffle, letting him do as he needs to take care of you but yelling at yourself at the warmth you feel from being cleaned up like this. He's careful when putting body lotion on you, pausing when he notices how warm it is between your legs but not acting on it, instead dressing you in another clean shirt and panties that he bought specifically for you. You sit on his bed looking at your lap as he stands in front of you, tears beading your lashes as you remember the last time you were here. He slowly steps closer, large hands coming to rest on the bed either side of your hips, he nudges your face with his urging you to look at him. "Let's try this again, yea?"
You slowly nod letting him push your body back onto the mattress and crowd over you, placing soft kisses along your cheeks and jaw and his hand lift up your legs to wrap around his waist to press your groin's together. You whimper feeling his half hard cock press against your cunt, hands hesitantly wrapping around his neck holding him close. He whispers praises at your small display of trust, coming up and pulling you in for a heated kiss. Your legs squeeze his hips, starting to roll yours against his as his hands slide under the shirt to rub your sides and tease right under your breasts, his tongue muffling your whines "You like being called a good girl princess?" He whispers against your lips when he pulls back, smirking. The kiss leaves you panting but you nod whispering a meek yes, he captures you in another kiss groaning when he feels you kissing him back. He gives a small roll of his hips causing you to gasp, slipping his tongue back in your mouth he takes his time exploring and claiming you as his.
He can feel how wet your cunt is starting to get through the thin panties he put on you, dampening the front of his sweats as he grinds down harder. you start to pull at his shirt needing more. He doesn't chastise you instead pulling away enough to take his shirt off, body not sculpted as when he was younger tummy a bit soft but shoulders wide and arms strong. Crawling back over you he slips the shirt he put on you over your tits large hands massaging the mounds as his thumbs roll over your nipples. You leave your hands by your head to remain submissive, letting out soft moans his everytime his finger pinch your nipples and you hips buck up against his. You beg for more already a soft please daddy slipping through and making his cock throb. He shushes your whines telling you to be patient and he'll make you feel good, you whine but nod spreading your legs over his thighs you present your soaked panties to him in hopes he'll touch you where you need it most.
He smiles down at you, hands sliding down your inner thighs to your mound, thumbs running along the lips barely brushing against your clit through your panties. He's pleased seeing you so obedient under him, you twitch when he brushes over your clit. You can't remember the last time you've been played with like this but you remind yourself to be good, grasping your own breasts you squeeze them and give your best puppy eyes whimpering out a please daddy I need you. "Does my little princess need her daddy?" A grin creeps up on his face, fingers tapping on your clit until you let out a cry for him. He grabs the hem of your panties and rips them in 2 displaying his raw strength and making you whimpering with arousal and a little in fear. He smiles down at you telling you "Don't worry princess daddy's not gonna hurt you anymore." He shuffles his was down between your legs tossing them over his strong shoulders, he licks a long stripe over your soaked folds before circling your clit with his tongue. Immediately your back arches off the bed and your hands fly to grab his hair, moaning out before you could try to hold it back. It's almost like the more he tastes you, the more ferocious he begins to move hands digging into your plush thighs.
In all the time he's had you he hasn't gotten to taste you, you've been too much of a brat for him to get the chance. But seeing you like this moaning for him and tugging his hair makes him feral, fingers dig into your thighs most likely leaving bruises as he fucks you open on his tongue. You can hear him slurping over your cunt and sucking harshly on your clit drinking like a man starved of water not caring how your squirming hips are smearing your slick all over the lower half of his face. You barely register your approaching orgasm before you're tossed over the edge, pulling his hair tightly as you ride the waves. He takes it, drinking in everything you give him. When the waves have stopped he finally pulls away and sits back on his knees, pupils blown wide he watches the rise as fall of your chest as you catch your breath. Wiping his face with his fingers he prods them against your lips letting out a pleased hum when you open your mouth and gently suck on his fingers tasting yourself. He wants to savor this moment but his hard cock is making it very difficult, it being a good while since he's wanted to cum twice in one night. He tugs off his sweats and underwear quickly lining himself up while you're still recovering, grabbing your hands and putting them over his shoulder he starts to push in, the slide much easier than before with how wet you are now.
Your back arches off the bed, you're still so sensitive and the stretch even prepped is so much. He pushes until he's fully seated then pauses letting you adjust, "Fuck princess keep squeezing like that and I won't last." After a minute you try and roll your hips causing both of you to moan, he gets the hint setting a slow deep pace wanting you to feel all of him. This feels so much better than the times the other times he would force himself on you, tears already blurring your vision, eyes rolling back and nails digging into his skin. Osamu starts marking your neck with love bites groaning and picking up the pace loving how you're falling apart under him. He finds your sweet spot, changing his angle just enough to constantly hit it. Your moans turn to cries of daddy as it becomes too much, another orgasm quickly approaching. Feeling your walls squeeze around him from your impending orgasm makes his balls ache with need, he needs to fill you up stuff you full of his cum. When your orgam’s hits all of your limbs squeeze around his body as yours seizes up, cunt tightening around his pulsing cock and it's not long before he's following behind filling you up to the brim that it's spilling over out of you and onto the bed. Overstimulation sets in quickly when he keeps pumping his hips, grinding down into you and milking himself of ever drop into your greedy cunt. Stuttering cries of daddy spill from trembling lips, tears of overstimulation bead at your lashes only to be kissed away by Osamu when he stills his hips. "So good for me, such a good princess for daddy." The words make up hiccup as you wrap yourself around him, clinging to him like he'll leave if you don't. He notes you react well to praise and definitely isn't complaining having you cling to him.
He trails soft kisses along your chest and neck as you come down from your high, body slowly relaxing from such an intense orgasm and exhaustion setting in quickly. Slowly pulling out, he leans back when you lay back on the bed to watch his cum drip out of your used cunt, 3 thick fingers scooping up what he can and pushing it back into you making you twitch and whine. He chuckles low in his throat before leaning close to your ear, "Can't have it goin to waste princess." You whine, arms circling his neck when he picks you up taking you to the bathroom to clean you up, while you're resting in a chair by his bed he changes the sheets and sets you in them before crawling in behind you. Pulling your exhausted body to his chest he rubs a warm hand over your tummy whispering the words he said of the life he wants with you as you fall asleep.
In the morning, it takes you a moment to remember where you are almost forgetting what it's like to sleep in a real bed, you have to tell yourself to be good over and over again when the memories of Osamu and the night before come flooding in and the soreness of last night sets in. The collar is sitting on the side table, you grab it and put it on. Samu isn't anywhere in the room, shyly and slowly walking to his closet you grab one of the tshirts he has from his shop. Slowly you make your way out of his room looking for Osamu and spot him in the kitchen, a quiet daddy comes from you causing the man to turn around. He turns around with a smile wiping his hand on a hand towel before stepping over to you, hand tracing over the collar before cupping your cheek "What are you doing up out of bed princess?" "I woke up and didn't see you. I was wondering where you went." He seemed pleased with that answer, to him seeing you behaving and looking for his presence means stepping forward to him never having to put you back in the basement. Tilting your chin up he pulls you in for a kiss, heated but sweet.
Your hands cling onto his shirt as you kiss, his hand wrapping around your waist and picking you up to set you on the cold counter top and makes you whine when your bare cunt touches it. Before the kiss can escalate he pulls back telling you to be good and stay there while he turns back to finish cooking breakfast. You swing your legs lightly, fingers twisting together. You're not used to seeing him so sweet and now you don't know what to do, you watch him silently as he cooks. Your mind wonders seeing his arms flex as he moves, you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together as the memories from last night flood your mind. The motion doesn't go unnoticed by the man next to you. "Easy there princess, daddy will feed you soon" he smirks at you glancing over at your thighs and the finger shapes bruises he can see from where he gripped you last night. You hold back a whine and look down shyly a shiver going up your spine at the tone and indication of his words.
Your face flushes knowing you've been caught staring, you stare at your lap. Seeing the small bruises does nothing to aid the growing heat between your legs, you bite your lip and keep your head down waiting for breakfast to finish. He starts plating up the food to set on the table, making sure to give you a smaller portion than his so you don't upset your stomach then walks back over to you to pick you up and carry you to the table. He pauses just before the table, your cunt having quickly soaked a spot on his shirt. You hide your face in his neck, knowing he can feel how wet you are. "Princess, daddy needs you to tell him what you need and daddy needs to know now." You whimper his voice is strained, moving your face from his neck you grip his shirt tight and look up at him teary eyed. Osamu grips your chin in a firm grip, staring down at you expectantly to follow his command, making you nervous. You wiggle your hips begging for daddy to touch you and fill you up again, that you need his cock, he chuckles calling you a greedy little thing and slapping your ass cheek before 2 thick fingers toy around your slit.
You moan at his teasing, breakfast forgotten on the table he moves to sit on the couch. Keeping you in his lap he toys with your soaked hole, free hand encouraging you to move your hips. "Come on baby, be good and ride daddy's fingers yea?" Your grip on his shirt tightens as you start to rock your hips in a sloppy rhythm but Osamu is there cooing in your ear sweet praise that makes your cunt clench around nothing, his fingers prodding at the entrance enough to feel it though. Suddenly he pushes in 3 fingers which makes you gasp and almost cum on the spot from the stretch. Samu smiles seeing your struggle not to cum yet, he sees how much you want to be good for him. Your nails dig into strong shoulders through his shirt, panting as you try to calm your body enough to rock your hips. You moan feeling him pump his fingers in time with your rocking.
“Look at you, so good for daddy.” Praise and praise is given to you as you rock your hips in his fingers, it's not till you hiccup a “daddy please.” Does he ask again what it is you need, realizing he wants you to say it out loud again you swallow hard. “Want daddy to fill me with his cum.” He smiles taking his fingers out of your cunt and putting them in his mouth, lifting you up enough for him to slide his sweats down his thighs and grab your hips. “Are you ready princess?” When you nod he lines his cock up with your cunt before slamming you down, filling you completely. You scream, he feels deeper than last night. You're panting, gripping his shirt like you'd fade away if you didn't. He allows you to adjust, but you start moving your hips first. Slowly you grind your hips down causing him to tighten his grip on your hips. “Little one, don't start what you can't finish.” His tone is low and commanding as he warns you. You hiccup telling him “I just want you and no one else, not even Atsumu and I'm trying to show you that.”
He's surprised, eyes widening before he quickly recovers, shushing your cries. Standing he holds you to him, cock still buried snuggly in your cunt, shucks off his sweats completely And walks to the bedroom. Holding you close he lays you both down on the bed, cooing at you as he starts a slow steady pace fucking into you. He tells you Atsumu will never had his way with you again and your cunt is his to fill and his alone, sweet words continue even as you teach your peak fingers tangled in his hair as he works you through your orgasm, quickly leading you into another as he comes undone himself.
Turning onto his back, he has you rest on his chest. You two stay like that for awhile, you drawing little shapes over the thin material of his shirt and him rubbing a warm hand up and down your back. He reaches up to kiss the top of your head, before he goes on to tell you more and more of the life he wants with you, and how maybe one day you'll be able to leave the house with him and work by his side at the various locations he set up for his shop. You hun telling him you miss going outside and exploring both the city and the mountains. Hooking a finger under your chin he forces you to look at him, “I promise little one, keep being a good girl for me and I'll take you out shopping and to see the mountains again.”
Is “defeat” proof that you are weak? Isn’t “defeat” more like a trial to overcome? Of whether you can stand up and walk again after falling to your knees? If you remain on your knees like that, then it would be a sign of weakness. [insp]
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