✮ sugardaddy! nanami *pwp
sugardaddy! nanami saw you for the very first time at a tiny coffee shop across from his office. he usually went to much fancier places, but by ten at night they were all closed, and he desperately needed coffee. he walked in while talking to someone on the phone, looking exhausted, irritated, and completely worn out after a long week.
when you looked up from what you were doing, he froze. there you were — a cute young girl in a brown apron, carefully wiping down the espresso machine, looking just as drained after a long shift. you looked at him with a soft, apologetic smile, your eyes still bright. “hey! i’m so sorry, but we were already getting ready to close.”
he looked you over for a long moment, then let out a tired sigh, ended the call, and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, his eyes falling shut for a second. “it’s alright. i’m sorry, i should’ve realized,” he said, already turning to leave.
but then you noticed just how exhausted he looked. something about the sheer fatigue on his face made you change your mind. “wait… how could i forget? we actually have a special today. for tall blond men with scary-looking faces, we stay open an extra hour.” he paused, taking a second to process what you just said. then the corners of his lips lifted into a rare, genuine smile.
that night he left you a $100 tip.
sugardaddy! nanami started coming by every single evening after that. the tips he left were so ridiculously generous that sometimes they covered what you made over several shifts. it didn’t take a genius to figure out you were running yourself into the ground, juggling exhausting shifts and college just to barely make ends meet.
one night, when he set another huge stack of cash on the counter, you couldn’t take it anymore and gently asked him to stop spending so much money on you. he just smiled faintly, reached over to gently ruffle your hair, and quietly told you not to worry about it.
sugardaddy! nanami smiled every time he found a different little drawing on his coffee cup. sometimes it was a cute animal, sometimes it was a goofy smiley face, and every morning he caught himself looking forward to seeing what you’d drawn for him this time.
but one friday, everything changed. he left the office later than usual and spotted you walking home in the middle of pouring rain. he pulled over immediately, got out of the car, and stopped in front of you. the second he saw your teary cheeks and your red, puffy eyes, he offered to drive you home.
at first, you shook your head in panic. “i don't want to ruin your car. really, i am fine.” he just shook his head without a word and told you he wasn’t going anywhere until you got in.
the entire drive, he didn’t ask any unnecessary questions, but every now and then you caught the worried, gentle glances he kept stealing your way. when the car came to a stop in front of the house next door (you weren’t that stupid to give a stranger your real address, after all) he turned off the engine.
turning to face you, he gently brushed the back of his hand across your cheek, then held out one of his business cards. “if you need help — and you do — call me. i am always available.”
sugardaddy! nanami invited you to one of those quiet, expensive restaurants with a panoramic view of the city lights after you finally called him after another exhausting shift and another fight with your boss. he watched you as you looked through the menu and told you to order whatever you wanted without thinking twice.
when dessert came and the stress from the long day finally faded, he gave you a warm smile. nanami gently covered your hand with his big, warm one and quietly said he genuinely wanted to help you however he could, so you never had to put yourself through endless night shifts and constant exhaustion again.
when you asked if he did this kind of thing often, he just chuckled softly and shook his head. “i actually heard about this from a friend not that long ago,” he said. “and i immediately thought of you.”
sugardaddy! nanami paid off your entire tuition first and paid your rent a year in advance. he even got your rental guy's number himself and firmly told to call only him about anything related to money and never bother you about it again.
when you, completely shocked and unbelievably flustered, rushed over to him, wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, and asked in a trembling voice why he did all of this so far in advance, nanami gently hugged you back and said that he just wants to make sure you don’t have to work yourself to death again for a while if you end up not liking this kind of relationship and decide you don’t want to see him anymore.
sugardaddy! nanami chose LA for your first trip together — he had an important business meeting there, and he was determined to take you with him.
he didn’t leave your side for a single second the entire evening. his hand rested firmly and possessively on your waist, and he proudly introduced you to his business partners as his girl. nanami caught every glance you gave him, and the moment you started to get tired of the small talk and polite smiles, he gently pulled you closer, softly rubbing your side with his thumb and whispering praise into your ear. “you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”
sugardaddy! nanami set one clear rule from day one: he was never going to pressure you or push you into anything sexual.
he set all of this up purely for your comfort and your studies, and he never expected any kind of “payment” in return. and even though you felt grateful for it at first, now you practically went crazy because of how badly you wanted him.
he was handsome, tall, rich, and built — who could blame you?
so you tried to tease him, but he just laughed and shook his head saying you don’t owe him anything.
sugardaddy! nanami finally gave in when you practically climbed into his lap in the car. he reclined the driver’s seat and folded his arms behind his head, watching as you practically rubbed yourself against his thick thigh. “you couldn’t sit still all night. did my pretty girl need something?”
you bit your lip and shyly shook your head. “yeah?” his thumb traced a slow circle over your hip. “you sure?” he shifted his leg beneath you — just a little — and your hips instinctively rolled forward. you froze, your face burned with embarrassment, but he was already smiling.
“that’s what i thought.” he moved again, this time on purpose, lifting his thigh so your weight pressed your clothed pussy harder against it. you let out a sharp, helpless gasp and grabbed onto his shoulder.
“use your words, baby.” “…n-ngh… i need…” “you need what?”
he moved his leg again, slow and cruel, the muscles in his thigh rubbing against your clothed pussy. your head fell back. your hips started moving on their own, riding his thigh in search of more friction. “there she is. there’s my needy girl. fuck, wanted this for so long.”
his hand on your thigh held you there, letting you fuck yourself against him at your own pace. the seam of his pants rubbed against your clit through your soaked panties with every roll of your hips. “ah-ah!… daddy… mm-ngh!…”
“that's it, baby. look at you, getting yourself off on my leg like a desperate little thing. you're soaking through my pants.” “mmnnnh! can't help it —” “i know you can't, pretty girl. I know. you get so wet just from my leg, hm? what's gonna happen when my cock's inside you? when I'm splitting you open?”
your hips stopped moving. your moan caught in your throat. “yeah, that got your attention, didn't it? fuck, you're rubbing yourself so fast now. you gonna come for daddy? gonna leave a pretty wet spot on my pants so everyone knows you were here?”
“y-yes! yes, daddy... ah! — i'm gonna! —” “come on, baby. cum on my thigh like a good girl.”
you shatter with a cry, grinding down hard, your whole body trembling against him as your orgasm floods through you. the wet spot spreads dark and hot against his trousers. he rubs your back through it, murmuring. “such a good girl. take your panties off. leave them in the back.”
sugardaddy! nanami had you settled on his lap in the back of a private jet. legs spread wide over his thighs, your back against his chest. his suit jacket is discarded somewhere, his shirt is open, sleeves rolled up. and his fingers are inside you.
“look at you,” he said. “so wet. so ready. and i haven’t even really touched you yet.” his fingers found you — thick, long, two of them slipped inside without warning. you choked on a moan, your hips jerked.
“shh. i know. i know, baby. just take it.” they barely fit. you felt every knuckle, every inch of the stretch. he curls his fingers, hits that spot — the one you can never reach on your own — and your hips buck. nanami laughs softly, kissing your neck, open-mouthed and wet. “there she is. there's that spot. you like when I hit it, don't you?”
“y-yes... mmnh! — yes, daddy! ha-ah… it’s too much…” “you can take it. you were made to take it. look at that sweet little pussy swallowing my fingers like it’s starving.”
he fucked you with his hand, his thumb pressed hard against your clit, and you were already close — oversensitive from his fingers, from his words, from the way he looked at you like he wanted to devour you. “cum on my fingers, pretty girl. cum so i can smell you on my hand all fucking week.”
you did — you came with a broken cry, your walls clenched around his fingers, your slick ran down his wrist. he didn’t stop. he worked you through your orgasm until you could barely breathe, then pulled his fingers free and brought them to his lips.
he unbuckled his belt before you even managed to realise. “now,” he said as he dragged the head of his cock through your wet folds, “let’s give you what you really need.”
he pushed in — one long, heavy inch at a time — and you felt every ridge, every thick vein, every unbearable stretch as he filled you. your lips parted. your nails dug into his shoulders. “nn-ngh… you’re too big…”
“shh. you can take it. you can take all of me. i’m going to split this tight little pussy open, and you’re going to love every second of it.” he buried himself all the way to the hilt, balls deep, and stayed still, let you get used to the weight of him inside you.
“is this what my princess wanted? for me to split her sweet little pussy open?” “y-yes… ha-ah… yes, daddy!…”
“yeah? you wanted daddy to fuck you stupid in the back of his jet?” “yes! ah! yes! —”
he started moving — deep, hard thrusts shook the whole cabin, his hips slapped against you, his heavy balls smacked against your ass with every thrust. “look at you. look at this sweet little thing taking my cock. this is what you were made for, isn’t it? made for daddy to use.”
“yours… nn-ngh… i’m yours…” “that’s right. every inch of you. this pretty pussy. this mouth. all mine.”
he fucked you until you couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything except cling to him and take it. and when you came again with a cry, your whole body trembling — he came with you, buried deep inside, spilling hot and thick. “my perfect, perfect girl.”
sugardaddy! nanami fucked you in every corner of his house as soon as you moved in with him. in the kitchen — bent over the marble island, your palms pressed against the cold stone, his body flush against your back. “taking my cock on the same counter i made you breakfast on this morning.”
next came the dining table — your legs thrown over his shoulders, your back pressed against the polished wood. on the couch — over the armrest, face-down, on your side, in every position he could think of.
but the way he fucked you while holding you up was his favorite.
he lifted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms locked around his neck. he held you by your thighs, walked with you, fucked you with every step. your back hit the wall, then the doorframe, then nothing at all as he carried you down the hallway. every movement pushed his cock even deeper inside you, and there was nothing you could do except hold on.
“nn-ngh! … ha-ah… i’m gonna fall…” “i’ve got you, baby. i’m never gonna let you fall. just hold onto me.”
he kissed you deeply while he fucked you standing up, his tongue in your mouth, his hands on your ass, spreading you apart for every thrust of his cock. he took your nipples into his mouth while you hung onto him, your weight meant nothing to him, your whole body pressed tightly against his.
“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured against your chest. “wrapped around me. taking everything i give you.”
“… i can’t… i can’t anymore…” “yes, you can. one more time for me, my pretty baby. one more, and i’ll fill you up.”
sugardaddy! nanami went on a business trip to monaco, but couldn’t go a single day without seeing you. “move your phone lower,” he said, his voice dropping. “spread your legs. let me look at you.”
you did as he said and lowered your phone, right to the place that wanted him most. “there she is. there’s my pretty girl’s pussy. mm-ngh… i miss you so fucking much.”
he was already hard — you could see the bulge straining against his dress pants. he unbuckled his belt, pulled his cock free, and wrapped his hand around it. “show me how much you missed me. touch yourself. let me watch.”
you lowered your hand to your stomach, your fingers found your clit. you were already wet. you rubbed slow circles over it, and he watched, his hand moving in time with yours. “faster, baby. the way i do it. use two fingers.”
you obeyed, moaning his name. “that’s my good girl. now tell me. tell me how badly you want me inside you.” “i want you inside me, daddy… nn-ngh… i want you…” “say it, baby.”
“i want your cock… ha-ah!… i want it so bad… i miss your fingers… i miss your mouth…” “fuck… keep going, baby. tell me more.”
“i miss the way you stretched me… mm-ngh… i miss the way you filled me all the way… i miss… ah!… i miss your tongue…”
his hand moved faster, his breathing turned heavy, his cock flushed and hard as he watched you fall apart on camera. “you’re so pretty like this. spreading yourself for me on a facetime. such a dirty little girl, huh?”
“yes… ha-ah… yes… only for you…” “that’s right. only for me. cum for me, baby. let me watch that little swollen clit.”
you did — your body arched over the bed, a cry tore from your lips, his name fell from your mouth. he let out a low, throaty moan as he watched you. “fuckfuck, you’re not leaving that room when i get home. i’m gonna fuck you for days. you understand?”
more! art from @ kyaao.o on IG
i wrote something similar with different character before but my dada fits better ig
