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Your daddy told you all about boys...

And by that he told you to stay away from them like they are the plague, a boy doesn't want anything more than a warm woman to burry himself into! 

Now, if your mother were still around you're sure, just like every other sane female figure in your life, she would tell you that your daddy is full of two sacks of shit. You're more than aware that, although in some cases he may be right, a man will not treat you the way a boy would. A man surely wouldn't use you for your body, not without getting you a big bouquet of roses to pamper your feathers first.

If you know anything, there is no man like the one in your backyard weaving that net around in your pool. No man with the same blonde hair pushed back with a minimal amount of gel, just enough to keep each strand carefully intact beside the single tuft hanging over the center of his face. You would love to twirl your finger around it while those hands of his, large tendons bulging with his grip, journey over your skin.

You're almost certain he could pin your body down, with arms like the ones you currently have your eyes set on it isn't possible he couldn't hold your hips in place long enough to satiate your every desire. The very desires that keep you up every night after he visits to clean the pool, driving you to do go through any means possible to feed the tension between your supple thighs.

Even now as you stand alone in the kitchen, fingers wet with lemon residue and a full pitcher of freshly squeezed and stirred lemonade, you find yourself rubbing your thighs in that familiar way... the one that sends sparks throughout your untouched core. 

If your poor daddy knew just how corrupted your head was with such sin, especially over a man he trusts enough to let around the house his princess lives in... he would more than likely fall into a crisis and lock you away in a tall tower to make sure you don't let someone put their grubby hands who knows where. Even worse, ship you off to your aunt's house where you heard your cousin is forced to wear clothes similar to that of a European school-boy uniform.

Oh, but you just can't help it! Is it so wrong how badly you want to walk out there and let him do God only knows what to you? You bet he is big... a man of that stature and ego, he is bound to have an equally charming-

"(Name)," Your eyes practically jump out of your skull with how quick you look around from the open window in the kitchen, "How's that lemonade of yours coming along?" The lemonade... you had made lemonade? How distracted do you have to be to unconsciously squeeze a whole pitcher of fresh lemonade? You better apologize to your father for being as filthy as you are, getting yourself off as you stare at his pool boy and completely forgetting that you promised to make sandwiches for him and... him.

Quickly you turn the sink on and open your palms to the cool water, watching as pulp and juice washes down the drain, "I finished it!" You squeeze a generous amount of the purple, lavender-scented soap into your hand before beginning to rub together to get all of the residues out, "I'll get started on lunch now, daddy." Even as you speak with your unaware father, your eyes will flicker up to the window above the sink.

He looks beautiful standing there, cleaning the filtration and wiping sweat from his brow using the back of his sunkissed arm. If it were your choice, you would stand at his side and hold out a towel and glass of the lemonade you just squeezed for him. To have those amber eyes locked on your every movement and a pearly white smile flashed in thanks at your ever-so-dutiful behavior. 

The thought of being nothing more than a pathetic housewife has never sounded so good until now.

Your father comes up beside you and hands you the dry rag from beside the sink to wipe your hands, "Now, I know I promised I'd be here for lunch..." Those words alone already alerted you as to where this conversation was going, the feeling of your stomach sinking nothing new, "But the office called and they need a man there to run a few things through."

By now you have grown used to the absence of your father in the house, you can't be mad when he is the reason for the beautiful roof over your head, but it grows lonely. You're sure if your mother were still around that him going off to work at unusual hours wouldn't be such a big deal, but having such a big home all to yourself and no one to share it with can be... tiring.

But you know by now that you cannot do much to help the situation, that him going off to work to do the tasks others don't want to is inevitable, "That's fine, I'll figure out what we can have for dinner instead... maybe all this spare time before then gives me a headstart for ribs?" It's been a while since you've made something of that sort, and if you recall it is his favorite.

"I'd love that, keep an eye out for the neighbor, will you? He wanted to borrow my toolbox for that deck of his." The words are few, beyond a proper goodbye, but your father leaves at that and you can't do much other than watching him close the door behind him. Could this be why you crave any and all forms of attention? That sickly need to toss all morals aside and throw yourself at someone attractive enough to take you home with them.

God, that's probably exactly why you are so sinful. The one and only reason as to why you wash your pillows and panties every other day, to rid them of the stains you left from another one of your filthy, touch-starved sessions where you aimlessly rub your fingers against the only place that feels so good.

You wish you could do that now, to lay across your bed and pull the skirt of your dress up just enough for your sneaky fingers to slither their way under the elastic band of your panties. It's been a while since you have found the opportunity. Simply imagining the pleasure washing over you has your nipples stiffening under your dress, not even your bra can hide the way your body is slowly unraveling. 

Would it be so bad to sneak upstairs?

"Excuse me, do you have any chlorine- oh." The creamy voice is cut short of his sentence, golden eyes locked onto the person he wasn't expecting when he entered the kitchen. However, as he further explores the foreign figure standing in front of him, he finds himself a little less focused on finding his previous objective. A pretty face looking back at him with the sweetest eyes, "Oh..." This time, his exclamation was less of an apologetic one and more of an intrigued curiosity as he continued to absorb in your figure.

Sure, he was aware that the man who hired him had a daughter, but with the way the man spoke of his "precious girl", it sounded like she was no older than nine. He is also aware that the man is a widower, so either he is seeing ghosts or this "sweet princess" he hears nonstop about is a very much older girl than he had originally imagined.

"The... chlorine?" Your question breaks the few seconds of tense silence, as well as to escape the sharp gaze of the man you had previously been getting off to, "It should be in the shed, like always." Your voice is quiet, and you have no idea why you would be whispering, but the way he towers over you is doing nothing to help with how badly you would love to fill the void between your legs. 

Had his eyes always looked so... golden? Did those blonde hairs on his chin always exist? He smells even better than you imagined every night before bed.

A hand comes down on the countertop you had previously been looming over, he tilts his head as if trying to get a better look at you from a different angle, "I already checked, wasn't there..." He hums at you, well-kept nails lightly tapping at the marble counter. The sound is almost like he is mocking you for just standing there cluelessly, doing nothing but looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours.

He wonders what other faces you can make at him.

You swallow the lump in your throat, unable to take how he just stands there and watches your every move. Your hands are quick as you open cabinets beneath the counter and sink, leaning down and peering into the compartments for any tubs of chlorine that your father may have misplaced. Of course, no matter how quick you move around and search the kitchen, somewhere chlorine would never be, you cannot shake the burning gaze of the man in front of you.

And he doesn't plan on shaking his gaze either, not when you're so kindly bent over for him... especially not after he entered the kitchen and seen your nipples poking through the front of that periwinkle swing dress of yours. You're a real piece of art if you're truly the daughter of his boss, for a geezer with poor fashion sense he made a very beautiful little lady.

"You find anything down there, doll?" The nickname rolls off his tongue smoothly, just as he practiced and used many times before. He didn't miss the little freeze of your body, or how you slowly stood up straight and turned around with a face shining with pure embarrassment, "How about you help me look in the garage? Something like pool cleaner would be there." 

You feel silly for not thinking of that sooner, of all the places a chemical would be it would most likely be in the garage. Of all the times you imagined how you would go about properly meeting him, this is far from the scenarios came up with. It's been no more than five minutes and you feel like the laughing stock of the town. If it were your choice, you would march yourself right upstairs and lock yourself away for all eternity.

However, instead, you quietly follow your father's extremely attractive pool boy through your own home and out to the quiet, dark garage. Unlike you, he has no trouble reaching up to pull the string to light up the room, did he purposely flex his arm like that just for you? You have to be losing your mind to think that, he was only illuminating the garage!

"You look on that side, alright?" There goes that smooth voice again, the one making your knees feel like jelly and your stomach burn. You should just refuse and leave, if your daddy was here he would call you an idiot for being alone in this garage with a man... but he asked you so nicely if you could help him look, you would feel bad not doing so!

This is why you're currently putting your poor hands under dirty old furniture, into boxes that smell of mildew, and dragging the tips of your fingers over shelves you can't see fully. The idea that you may touch a spider web, let alone a spider itself, sending chills throughout your spine. The last thing you need is some icky bug to crawl onto you and for you to scream in terror, that would surely embarrass you beyond recovery.

The search is silent aside from the sound of things moving and the occasional grunt as your search partner lifts heavy things to get a better eye for the target of his job. It isn't like your father to forget things, let alone not restock the shed with fresh chlorine and other necessities for the backyard he is extremely fond of. Though with such a cruel schedule, mistakes can happen out of exhaustion.

You grow weary of actually finding chlorine, especially with another five long minutes of searching that had gone by... you would rather be doing anything else than going through this garage. The odor of mildew and the chilly feeling you get of all the germs and critters that are probably lurking in the shadows, daring you to so much as breathe at their hiding spots, making you sick.

But the familiar white and blue packaging catches your eye from a shelf in the far left corner, a very easy-to-see tub of what you must assume is the chlorine the pool-boy needs. Unfortunately, with the shelf being built so high up, you can't even touch the tip of your fingers to the ledge without feeling like you have to hold your breath.

"I think I found it," Your only option is to ask for help, not that you want to, "But it's up there..." Your dust-covered finger points above your head, catching the eyes of the man in the cramped space. You're not even sure if he could properly reach it, not without stepping on something, but you don't see a stool or furniture strong enough to hold him up anywhere... much to your dismay.

The last person you wish to be alone with approaches you from behind, and lord do you wish he was doing something else from behind... but alas, not all dreams come true.

From his look alone, you can only assume he has realized the very worry you had... until he realized he had such a cute assistant to help him. What better tools to use than your pretty little self and that slightly untrustworthy chair not far from you both? After all, it seems like it can hold your weight long enough for you to grab that tub he needs to finish his job.

You watch him walk off into the other corner of the garage and take hold of that old chair, one that you're not entirely sure why your father still has it if he doesn't need it, "You mind?" He asks, placing the chair down and presenting you with the leverage you need to reach your arms up and get the objective of this scavenger hunt. You're skeptical on whether or not to step onto the old wood, but with how long you both already spent searching for this damned container of chlorine you would rather take your chances than to shamefully give up. 

With a lick of courage, you step one foot at a time onto the stool, of course with your awful luck, not without a bit of shakiness from the uneven legs on the seat. You almost think that it isn't that the chair is weak but rather too unstable to hold you up, and the last thing you want or need is to fall and break something. However, your near-death experience is cut short when two hands come up to conveniently hold at your waist.

Two very... warm hands. Very large and warm hands that give the most delicious squeeze as you finally stable yourself on the evil, but also great of a wingman, chair. If it weren't an inanimate object, you would thank it for being an asshole because now you have the only hands you've wanted on you finally holding you. If it were your choice, you'd beg him to explore more than the small of your waist, better yet, pull up the fluffy skirt of your dress and advertise the best places he could be touching you right now. 

"I got you, doll..." Oh, you know he's got you... with hands like that he could be doing a whole lot more, "Is it too heavy?" And his voice, he doesn't even know your name but you can imagine him singing it to you in frustration every time you filthily behave. Is he more domineering or does he like to play along? Would he make you bend over his knee to spank the devil out of you every time you beg him to do all sorts of lustful things to you? Does he prefer to be vanilla and look his lover in the eyes? You wonder if he would like your mouth on his-

Your teeth catch your lip as his hands not so discreetly move down your body, you can feel his eyes watching you carefully pull the tub to the edge of the shelf to get a better hold of it. There is an empty feeling on your waist now that his hands have descended, but that emptiness is quickly helped by how his fingertips play games with you. He must know how sick you are in the head to be tickling the end of your dress like that, to tease you with the brief feeling of his nails on your bare knees before taking that sensation away.

For a second you catch yourself trying to push your hips out in hopes of falling more into his palms, however, his iron grip on the back of your thighs tame your movements and keep you still. Such a sweet girl like you and yet he can tell there is more than just sunshine and rainbows filling your head, you must be a fool to think he doesn't smell how desperately you need to be fucked. 

"I'm Keigo, I never had the chance to properly introduce myself to you..." His voice is like honey rolling down his tongue, dripping with charm and sex appeal every time a word spills from his lips, "Do you have a name or would you prefer I keep calling you doll?" No matter what you say, he will more than likely use the second option, after all, you're the sweetest girl he has ever had the privilege of undressing with his eyes. The epitome of a doll, if you ask him.

You briefly look over your shoulder and down at him, "(Name)," You say in your equally sugar-tainted tone, just soft enough to drive the blood in between his legs wild, "I don't think my daddy would appreciate you calling me 'doll', though... he is very old-fashioned." And your words couldn't be any more of the truth, and Keigo knows that.

A light chuckle sounds from behind you as you finally pull the tub into your arms, "Daddy?" He mocks you with amusement laced into his response, "You're a bit big to be calling your father that, ain't you?" Since when was there an age limit on what honorifics you use to call your parents? Usually, such a thing would not bother you, but hearing it from him of all people, you find yourself feeling... ashamed?

"Is it..." His fingers linger on you as he helps you to step off the chair, taking the chlorine from your hands and watching as you brush off the dust from your attire, "Bad that I call him that?" Poor thing, the way you look at him is such an adorable sight. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it, but hearing it come from you had him thinking up very vulgar scenarios, and he would love for you to call him daddy instead.

"I don't know," He hums, leaning forward until there is no more than an inch or two keeping the tips of your noses from bumping, "Is it?" Despite the question, he gives you no time to answer before leading the way out of the garage, the scent of his masculine cologne still lingering in his path. He doesn't look back to see if you are following before turning off the lights.

You are in a state of shock, but also slight irritation on how high you get off on his borderline flirtatious manners when speaking to you. It's normal for a girl to feel like this when someone they like gives them attention, right? This desire to grab his hand and ask him to finish the pool later, that he will have so much more fun with you in your bedroom! Oh, the things you would want him to do to you on your bed...

But again, you hold no amount of boldness to do such a thing... so you let him walk off without a word. If it were any other normal day, you would be right back at that window watching him work. You would continue your lewd fantasies to distract yourself from how bored and upset you are that, again, your father skipped out on lunch. Though today was anything but normal, and after a very draining and sexually frustrating interaction with him, you want nothing more than to lock yourself in the bathroom and hope that the warm water from the shower will wash away another day of lust.

Of course, deep down you know that in the solitude of your bathroom, you'll be doing more than just 'cleansing' yourself... more than likely those wandering fingers of yours will find their way down between your legs to ease the built-up starvation of not having anyone to help with your very high and very demanding sex drive. And to add to your weekly routine, you'll saunter out of that bathroom sick to your stomach over, yet again, losing yourself to your hormones. 

Just another day to bid farewell to.

Another week goes by, when there is nothing to do other than slither around the comfort of your home, you find that the days feel longer yet the weeks disappear without a single memory of anything important happening. It has been a while since you made any defining memories, however, you would like to think your first real interaction with Keigo became a critical moment, despite it not being as astounding as you are forcing yourself to believe.

In fact, if it weren't for how bored and miserable you felt at the moment, sitting on one of the chairs around your pool as your father hosts a party for his work team inside, you would come to your senses and realize that that day was anything but special. 

What would have been special is if your father remembered that today was the day he promised to spend with you, he put it on the calendar and everything. He promised that he would sit down with you, his self-proclaimed princess, and for once have a proper lunch with no distractions or interruptions. 

Though you figured he would forget, he always does and so you're not sure why you always seem to let it bother you. You came home today to the previous scribble of 'spend time w/ (name)' overlapped by 'office party'. You shouldn't complain, you live comfortably with zero worries, anything and everything you need and want... well, everything except the parental attention and affection you have been deprived of from a young age.

You feel guilty for complaining, especially with there being less fortunate people with far more critical situations, but the selfishness in your heart can be a bit overbearing. Especially now as you peer over the arm of your chair and see how much fun he is having with people who aren't you. The mature side to you knows you can easily waltz in there and join him, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he hasn't, yet again, disappointed you.

On the bright side, the weather is particularly favorable today, especially with how the sun beats down on your bathing suit-clad skin. You would much rather be out here alone with nothing more than the sound of the trees than in there, office talk drives you up the wall. 

Maybe if the predicaments were different, you would be in a much more chipper mood, however, you deserve to be upset after yet another promise winding up broken. But life is about things not always going as planned, whether you like it or not, life is just unfair sometimes.

You ignore the muffled chatter in the distance, it's only you who isn't having a good time, and as much as you would love to spoil the mood you choose to keep away. Perhaps being alone is for the better, a test for the future when you will eventually have to make your own decisions all by yourself. You would rather not think about that, but adulthood is inevitable even if you wish to stay under the comforting guise of your childhood home. 

So much to dwell on over the past several years of your life, you're old enough to be married with your own home, maybe even a kid if you really wanted... but even that doesn't sound particularly nice. You never had the chance to break rules or go on risky missions to have fun. Hell, you have never been to a single party. Most of your life was spent keeping your father happy in hopes one day he will spare a single lunch to sit down with you, that single lunch has yet to happen.

You played yourself like a fool allowing yourself to get so wrapped up in being daddy's little angel... if you could, you wish you could march right up to him and yell in his face to go screw himself!

Well... you would never do that, but it feels good imagining it.

God, it's Wednesday and all you need right is for that hunk of a pool boy to strut himself into this backyard and doing his weekly chore of cleaning the pool. You could use a dip in the cool water, but you would also love some eye candy to swoon over and help you pass the time before you eventually go inside to initiate the silent treatment your father will be facing for the remainder of the day. 

What would be even better if it weren't the pool he was cleaning, but rather your disgusting mouth-

Your train of thought stops at the sound of the glass doors sliding open, peering back to see who it is that is invading your moment of peace, you are less than pleasantly surprised to find your father approaching you... on the contrary, beyond him, you can see a head of blonde hair politely maneuvering through the small crowd of men and women in your kitchen.

As you patiently wait to find out if that blonde hair is who you think it is, your teeth nervously chew on your bottom lip, eyes locked on the hair and waiting for the figure to make themself known. But just as good as your luck is, the blonde-haired individual is no more than your father's coworker wearing a very convincing toupee. 

With the mystery solved, your eyes begrudgingly fall back onto your father, "Why don't you come inside, sweetheart?" He tries to convince you while holding a shawl for you to cover yourself with, "It's not as bad as you think, the food everyone brought is really good... Deborah made those cookies you like." With the way he is so eager to try and coax you, you're sure by now he has remembered the promise he made to you... and he probably feels extremely shitty for forgetting.

"No," Your tone is cold, eyes looking back down at the pool you very much wish were clean right now, "I don't want to socialize with your coworkers." Your father should know by now how jealous you are of his career, considering how many times you have, much to your shame, cried to your father about how much you hate his job because he never pays attention to you.

There is never a dull moment when it comes to real estate, and when your father has to oversee an entire branch of realtors it means that you have adapted to him not being home when you wake up. You don't want to blame him, not when he loves his job and does everything in his power to try and soothe what envy you hold towards his schedule. But like anyone who craves no more than an hour or two of time with their parent, you sometimes let your personal feelings get the better of your maturity.

Your father stands beside your seat for a moment, gently laying your shawl on the back of your chair, before letting a hand fall onto the top of your head, "I know I promised-" He holds his breath when you nudge his hand away from you, arms tightly crossed over your chest and your legs bent and huddled close to you, "I'm sorry, I'll save you something to eat when you're ready to come inside."

That burning in your eyes only grows strong as you listen to his shoes along the paved path connecting the back door to the pool area, was that all he had to say to you? He didn't even attempt at comforting, nor explaining how he could let this date overlap the one he had planned with you an entire week prior. The more think about it, the way his eyes met yours when you skipped down the stairs in a casual dress, watching your big smile falter when you noticed the familiar faces of his workers entering the front door... he remembered.

The tightness in your throat wrenches at your need to scream at nothing, anyone would probably think you're being overdramatic, but how would they know? A comfortable living style does nothing to make up for how badly you wish to have a present, normal family life. You would trade every materialistic thing you own for even just a day to sit down with your father and talk about nothing and everything all at once.

But truthfully, wishes do not come true.

The sound of your strangled intakes of oxygen is all that can be heard aside from the slight sway of the trees, balled-up fists rubbing into your eyes to rid of any tears that threaten to break through your lashes. You wish you could fall into the center of the pool and sink to the bottom, the idea of water completely engulfing you sounding particularly appealing at the moment.

However, your wishful thoughts are cut short by the back door once again opening. You make no move to look back and see who it could be, not when your eyes still feel swollen and wet from previously being on the verge of tears. The last thing you want is for someone, especially your father, to see just how hurt you are over nothing more than a forgotten lunch date.

"Mornin', doll," That voice matches none that would be attending the lunch party going on inside, in fact, it takes no amount of guessing or trivially trying to remember for you to know who it is that is addressing you, "Did I keep you waiting?" 

If it were any other Wednesday, you would be on the edge of your seat doing your utmost best in matching his energy... but you have too many things on your mind right now to worry about how you are going to flirt with a man who probably takes an insane amount of pride over making a young woman melt. 

With the way you're sulking in your seat, it takes no rocket scientist to pick up on your rather sour mood, which nearly makes Keigo back off. However, he is curious what could a privileged young lady like you be distraught over. There can only be one answer, and based on how you have isolated yourself from everyone else, he figures someone may have forgotten all about you.

"Did daddy upset you?" He says through a cheeky smirk, watching how your eyes glare daggers at him, "Seems like everyone is having fun in there without you, so I'm only assuming he is the reason you look about ten seconds away from going on a murder spree." If anyone knows the power of a woman's anger, it's Keigo. He has seen his fair share of angry women, including ones who are angry because of him, and with the way your arms uncurl from around your chest, he knows he is walking on eggshells with you.

You don't respond to him, opting to outstretch your legs and lean back into your lounge chair. He is rather amused by you, watching your polished nails flick your sunglasses back over your eyes, one hand still grasping the glass of lemonade that doesn't look as if it has had a single sip taken out of it. You're a cute girl, but from what he is observing you're also quite a brat when you want to be.

Keigo watches you from afar, prepping the pool net to scoop the little debris out of the otherwise clear water, "C'mon, doll... the least you can do is talk to me while I work..." His voice is playful, matching with the way his eyes stick to every inch of your exposed skin. If he had known how good you looked in a bathing suit, he would have asked you to try out the water the last time he was here.

Amber lenses trail from your cherry-painted lips down over your modestly covered chest, however, the way your soft thighs cross one another should be illegal. They look so soft, plush enough for him to grab and squeeze, comfortable for him to bury his face between them. There is no way you don't know how attractive you are, especially when you further recline your chair in favor of flipping over to allow the sun to soak into the back of your body. 

He simply cannot get enough of all the wonderful places he could touch on your body, from those grabbable hips he had the honor of holding last week, to your plush ass you're more than kindly letting him have a nice look at, and better yet... ever since last week when he came into that kitchen, he's wanted to explore those tits of yours. He is sure, with enough persuasion and buttering you up, you wouldn't mind one bit. 

"Mm, is this your way of telling me to go fuck myself?" He watches you place your sunglasses on the table beside you, those feline eyes of yours peering at him from above your folded arms that you have your head rested on, "I don't mind, I could stare at you all day if that is what you prefer." 

Your poor pride, damaged by how fast he has that heat pooling between your tightly held together thighs, "I'm not telling you anything, you're the one letting your mind wander." Your snarky reply makes his lips curl into an even wider smile, oh how he could just eat you up right where you're laying, "I have nothing to talk to you about and you have a job to do."

Aside from a banger body that he would be more than happy to spend a night with, you have quite the smart mouth on you, one he would love to shut up with his- 

All thoughts go on lockdown when you are sitting up, thighs spread so your feet can find the ground on either side of the chair. Seeing you straddling the seat does nothing to help with the blood rushing straight down to between his legs, your ass pushed out so nicely and those thighs looking better than ever with the position you have sat yourself in, "Fuck." 

All he can manage is the pathetic cuss word under his breath, unable to take his eyes off of how elegantly you move when reaching for the tube of sunscreen you had beside the chair. Could you be teasing him? There is no way you're doing all of this unconsciously. He almost wants to ask, to hear it come from your mouth that you're giving him a nice show while he works.

But alas, he says nothing, not when the voice in the back of his head tells him to remain quiet and just enjoy what you're offering. It isn't every day he goes to a house with such a beautiful woman, especially not one close to his age. You're more than just a gem caught between dirt and gravel, he isn't quite sure what to call you in comparison to the much older families that line up the street you and your father live on. 

That isn't to say he hasn't had his fair share of experiences with older women, however, even Keigo has standards and a line he doesn't cross. 

"If someone you really wanted to spend time with canceled plans on you... specifically plans that you made a week prior, would you be upset?" Your voice comes out soft, much more gentle than previously. He can tell your distaste in his presence has since faltered, and now you look as if you could use a friend of some sort. He can play that role for you, anything for a girl as stunning as you.

"Well, it depends on why they canceled it..." You look over to the blonde, rubbing your sunscreen lathered palms into your knees and slowly down the length of your shins, "Is that what daddy dearest did?" Keigo can tell he hit the nail on the head with the way you cast your eyes downward, "Could it be that he forgot he made you a promise and... hosted this party instead?" 

You should applaud him for how intuitive he is, piecing together what little context clues you had offered, "Well, yes!" You start, smoothing your hands over your thighs with vigor to reflect your sudden need to let everything out, "You see, last week he was supposed to have lunch with me but couldn't because of work. I fully expected that when he promised to make it up to me today, he wouldn't forget." 

Keigo fishes out the last of the leaves in the pool, placing them in an empty bucket with other debris, although he is moving around and doing his job he still has his ears on nothing and no one but you, "But today when I came downstairs to prepare lunch, I find him inviting those... those old, obnoxious coworkers of his in the house! How could he forget the one and only thing I asked for? The party could have been hosted any other day."

He finds it cute how worked up you are over your father, as big as you are it seems you will always be daddy's girl... but if he were completely honest, he could see how and why you would be in such a negative mood. He can't say he can entirely relate, but when it comes to a lack of parental attention, he is more than familiar.

"And get this," You turn around in your seat to face him before continuing, "He didn't even apologize when he saw me, didn't speak a word! So, I sat out here because there is no way I'm going to sit in the middle of office talk," Your voice has grown much more in volume compared to when you first spoke, a sign of just how badly you need to get this out of your system, "And only, maybe like, eight minutes before you arrived he walked out here with that stupid look he makes when he knows he messed up."

As you relay the story, the man you find yourself venting to watches your cherry lips move with attitude, he wonders if their flavor match that of the popular lipstick you currently are wearing. Do you taste fruity? Or are you more of a candy-flavored girl? He can't say he has a favorite, but he is fond of something sweet to run his tongue over - and you look more than sweet.

He doesn't realize until the pool is full of chlorine, that you have stopped ranting and instead resorted to holding your face in your hands to hide the tears you had tried to suck up earlier. The subtle sound of your sniffling, mixed in with the shake of your shoulders alerts him that you've moved beyond your state of rage in favor of crying the rest of your emotions. Typical woman.

Now, he is no comforter, in fact, he hates when women cry specifically because he hates the obligation of cheering them up. But you? It isn't that he feels bad, rather he finds himself attracted to the distraught phase you find yourself sinking into. Usually, crying and tears are supposed to be ugly, unattractive - your mascara and liner lightly smeared from how you rub at your lids, streaks of black painting your cheekbones where streams of mascara and tears tried to escape before your palms inevitably caught up to them.

To anyone, you would look horrendous right now... but your lipstick is perfectly intact, and the mess of black around your eyes somehow only increases the sex appeal you have already been blessed with. If you were crying for a different reason, one Keigo would like to be the cause of, you would look even better. He can't help but to wonder if you've ever tasted a man before, has another individual made you fall into explosions of euphoria that they had the honor of seeing you turn to nothing but a mess of mush beneath them.

Here he is lewding you, and he doesn't feel an ounce of remorse for it. 

You feel ridiculous for letting yourself get like this in front of him, he must think you're crazy! Here you are venting to him over something that is far from his problem, and now you're crying over spilled milk. Shame is an understatement of what you're feeling in the moment, of course, aside from distress and anger because of your incompetent father. 

With no sign of the tears stopping, you make the decision you need to remove yourself and go clean your face. Today of all days you had to cry, the day you felt pretty under the application of liner and mascara which you normally steer away because your father says it makes you look older, indecent even. It seems like lately, your life has been entirely taken over by his judgment and whether or not he is happy, even if it means dressing and looking a certain way.

You lift yourself from the chair you were comfortably perched on, grabbing the shawl that you had forgotten about and bringing it around your bare shoulders. You can't even look in his direction, fearing what kind of look he could be giving you right now as you slip your feet into your flip-flops as fast as you can, hoping to escape this terribly awkward situation.

But Keigo only lets you get so far, now why would he let you go now after you made such a beautiful work of art on that face of yours? It isn't hard for him to catch you before you try to escape through the back doors of the home, all it takes is one of his hands to grab your wrist and reel you back in. 

"Where are you going?" He hums, soft and only loud enough for you to hear despite no one else being close by, blonde strands fall between your faces, tickling the tip of your swollen nose as you sniffle and try to suck in any more tears, "If you go in there, daddy's gonna get a nice look at how badly he upset you... and you don't want him bothering you, right?"

The way he speaks to you makes a small, barely noticeable whine bubble in the back of your throat. You shake your head in response to his question, hugging your shawl tighter around your body, somehow getting the chills despite it being almost ninety degrees out. Could it be because of the way he is looking down at you with this borderline authoritative look? Maybe it's the way he insists you stay in his company longer without directly saying it.

Whatever it may be, it's enough for you to allow him to properly link his fingers with yours and guide you back towards the pool he had just cleaned, "C'mon," He motions towards the steps leading into the water, "It's a hot day, you'll get sick from the way the sun is cooking that pretty head of yours." You could slap him for making such a comment, but... he thinks you're pretty?

Who are you kidding? There is no point in playing hard to get when all you have ever wanted was for him to pay attention to you, and here he is trying to coax you into the water with you. This is something you have imagined time and time again, you have touched yourself to scenarios like this. Even if he may just be filling you with compliments, you want to bask in the attention for as long as he will give it to you.

You want nothing more than to please him.

One foot at a time, you kick aside your flip-flops as well as tossing aside the shawl, not wanting either of them in the water with you. Keigo is satisfied with how little it took to convince you, already backing into the water and watching as you test the temperature with the tip of your toes. The scrunched-up face you make at the cold water is cute, especially when you take a moment before fully submerging your feet into the water.

Shivers run over your arms and thighs the further you allow yourself to sink into the pool, not even the humid air and hellish sun can help you now that the water is hugging every inch of you from the navel down. Unlike you, Keigo has made himself comfortable at the deeper end of the pool, since when did he dunk his head underneath? It isn't like you're complaining, especially not when he combs his fingers through the wet blonde hair to push it back.

You will admit, the freezing temperature helps with the heat still aching between your shaking thighs, cooling the fire you have had going in the pit of your stomach for quite some time. God, what you would give to be bent over the edge of the pool and letting him ruin every inch of your-

A wave of water splashes your right in your face, further ruining your already messy makeup, however, that is the least of your issues as your fists wipe your blinded eyes. You are much less concerned about the state of your makeup and more about how the water trickles down your not yet adjusted upper body. It's like ice being dragged over your collarbones, down between your breasts, and dripping from your elbows. 

And any common sense points to a single culprit who is no-so-innocently smiling at you from across the pool, "The waters a little cold, don't you think?" He mocks with the smuggest, shit-eating grin you have ever seen another person make. If it were your choice, you would be drowning him right now, but the distance between you both is the only thing currently saving him.

"You're a terrible excuse for a-" Another wave hits you in the face, much larger than the previous one and soaking into the top of your swimsuit, "Man." You finish your sentence despite being interrupted, this time pushing through the water to swim to the other side of the pool where your abuser is cheekily perched as if he had not just splashed you. Twice, that is.

Keigo finds it to be rather adorable how you paddle through the water, slowly but surely reaching his side of the pool where he comfortably waits for you. If he wanted to, he could grab you by the face right now and have a taste of your lips. The very lips he has been eyeing since he came here, nobody can pull off the vibrant red painted over them quite like you. Somehow you make it both sexy and sweet, only a small twinge of guilt for how badly he wants you to leave lipstick stains on his skin.

Just as he had expected, you return the favor by sending him a wave of water, of course, not quite as big as the ones he had gotten you with first. The water sticks to his skin as little droplets, trickling down the curve of chiseled muscles. If it were any time to check him out, now would be that time with how good he looks dripping wet. 

Anyone could see how entranced you were by him, even Keigo found it rather daring of you to be staring at him the way you are, "Take a picture, it lasts longer." You should have expected the bastard to say something snarky like that, if it were any Wednesday prior you would be melting with shame over being caught staring, but now? There is this obscene amount of pride, confidence, not to mention the tension that has you itching to play along. 

"I don't have a camera," He smiles at that, swimming up beside you and placing his arms beside you, his bicep brushing against your soft thigh, "I wouldn't take a picture of you, anyway..." Your eyes remain trained on your feet kicking in the water, "I have a feeling the things you say to me many other women have heard before." He doesn't miss the flash of a challenge in your stare, and you don't seem all that envious over the idea that perhaps he may be nothing more than a player.

However, even though you are partially correct, it isn't every day he finds himself in a woman's pool swimming with her. 

Keigo looks up at you from where he sits, admiring the snug fit of your swimsuit over your curves, not to mention how the water seemingly washed away quite a bit of the makeup on your face. Though some liner still sticks to your upper lid, your lipstick is as smooth as ever... and he wants to ruin that. He maneuvers himself to float in front of your knees, large palms coming down to hold onto your knees, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

The question is out of the blue, personal. A question no one has ever asked you before, mostly because of your lack of social life. Hearing those words leave Keigo's lips has you wondering what could the answer possibly mean to him, "No, I do not..."

"Have you ever had one?" The second question comes quicker than the first, and his tone makes this weight fall onto your shoulders. You've never been embarrassed before about saying you've never been in any relationships, so why is it so shameful now?

Your silence alone is good enough of an answer, especially when you turn your head away as if contemplating what you should reveal to him, "So that means," The tips of his fingers drum against your knees, "This is the first time a man has tried pursuing you..."

Immediately you jump at his revelation with a glare, "I've had plenty of men pursue me!" You blurt out faster than you can bite your tongue, though you won't just let him believe that no one has tried to win your affections so he can feel special. The hands previously on your knee move up to squeeze your waist, his front pressing against your legs, hinting for you to open yourself to him.

"Just because I've never been with anyone, doesn't mean I've never had someone try to woo me..." Your tone is soft, shy even as you recall the flowers, teddy bears, chocolates, and other materialistic things men have given you, "My daddy is just old-fashioned, he raised me to be stern with who I choose and I've never done it any other way, I'm not gonna let just a-any... one..."

Your lashes flutter at the ticklish sensation of his hands moving further up your waist, his thumbs digging into the skin over your ribs until his palms lay flat under your breasts. His index fingers tickle the sides of your chest, while his thumbs ever so discreetly push up and under your tender tits. His movements are calculated, graceful as if he has done it a thousand times before and you don't doubt that for a second.

"You were saying?" When he speaks it sounds nothing like before, far less playful and lighthearted, his voice dropping several octaves deeper. You feel like a fool just sitting here as he holds you in a manner far too inappropriate, it feels different than you had fantasized about. In your dreams you pictured yourself giving into him effortlessly, falling into his arms and whining for him to do it all to you.

But now, with him down in front of you giving you the eyes of someone asking for permission... you're scared.

Could it be that anyone from inside can walk out and catch you both? Are you still scared of breaking your daddy's dear heart if he were to find out you were committing sin with a man he doesn't approve of? Is it the fact that up until now, no man has had these effects on your hormones? Let alone, how you have never let a man get so close to you nor touch you in the way Keigo has?

Whatever it may be, it has you frozen in front of him, eyes staring at him through your wet lashes. He can see the conflict going on in your head, yet you make no effort to pull away from him. He knows you have, what he likes to call, a little girl crush on him. But he never expected you to be a virgin, let alone as unused as you are. You're a gorgeous woman with enough sex appeal to share with the entire neighborhood, no wonder your father has been so determined to shelter his little girl.

If you were his princess, he would keep you locked away too... from men like himself.

Rather than continuing to sit in silence, your handsome pool boy takes matters into his own hands. If you can't give him a confident answer right now, why doesn't he test your boundaries?

The tingly sensation of something soft and plush pressing above your knee catches your attention, quickly you snap your gaze back down towards him, intrigued to find him kissing around your knee. Never once do those golden eyes leave yours, not even when he gently lifts your legs to hook your knees over his shoulders does he break eye contact. 

You've never let anyone touch you, let alone hold you in a manner like this - his face is right in front of... there. Though you have desperately rubbed your aching heat to this very image, seeing him between your trembling thighs is not at all what you were prepared for. Any confidence you previously held over him has since dissipated into nothing, all you feel that you can do is watch him.

"You can tell me to stop, doll..." He mumbles against the side of your knee, pressing a kiss to the spot as he drags his lips slowly down, only stopping to press a cluster of kisses on the inside of your thigh. There is still distance between his mouth and your core, however, every breath he takes fans over your bare skin in gusts that awake the goosebumps hiding in your skin.

Of course, you know you can ask him to stop, but do you want him to? You're still not sure as you relish in the sensation of having someone worship you like this, of having him of all people taking care of you in plain sight. The idea of someone catching you both is not at all what you want, despite the excitement being there, but you worry that if it stops now you may never have another chance to do this with him.

Carefully you lean back on your elbows, catching your breath after having realized this whole time you were holding it, "So soft," He whispers into your skin, his pearly teeth grazing at a spot but not quite biting down, "Have you ever touched yourself, (name)?" Your name rolls out of his mouth in the most beautiful way, one that has you squeezing down on his shoulders with your legs.

"W-Well..." You clear your throat to steady your tone, there is no way you will further shame yourself by stuttering, "I have... doesn't everyone?" He chuckles at how, for a moment, you worry that touching yourself isn't normal. He finds it rather attractive how you didn't hesitate to tell him the truth, he likes a woman who is honest when it comes to pleasing herself.

Keigo squeezes your thighs briefly before moving his hands up to cup at your hips, guiding you to arch your back for him, "Does that mean you've ever..." his mouth separates from your skin, admiring how your legs twitch from all the detailed attention he is getting them, "Put any fingers inside yourself?"

"No!" You blurt out, completely bewildered by the idea of putting your fingers in there, "Is that something normal?" You quickly ask the question, both out of pure curiosity but also shock that such a thing is possible. Would that even feel good? You don't get any pleasure unless it's when you rub that specific spot, the one that makes you curl into your bed and bite at your pillow to keep quiet during the night.

He doesn't answer immediately, not when he is busy suckling at your inner thigh. His mouth leaves the spot feeling tender, bruised even with the way his teeth gently bite down only to be lapped at by his hot tongue. The idea of you having to hide something so scandalous beneath your dress filling him with pride, he can't imagine how upset your father would be if he were to see such a mark on his baby's skin.

When he does break away, there is not much of a spot to be shown, however with how the spot throbs you are sure there may be something to show by the following morning, "You could use your fingers," He pulls you closer to the edge of the pool leaving his face dangerously close to your clothed pussy, "But you don't have it, I think it's cute you didn't know."

Cold air is blown between your legs, earning him a soft sight from your parted lips, though he senses there is still reluctance when it comes to him going further. He doesn't want to do anything with you if you're not entirely sure, otherwise, it isn't as fun, let alone pleasurable. Unfortunately, even you are a little skeptical of going beyond what he has already done to you... but maybe, you could return the favor?

Your polished fingers reach out and gently keep him from getting any closer to your core, trouble written in the way your brows are quirked upward, "I don't think I want to do that... yet." You don't want to outright reject him, not when you're sure when tomorrow comes you'll regret telling him you both need to remain professional, "Maybe we could do something else?"

He gives you a look of interest, clearly ready to hear what more you have to offer, but you aren't even sure what else either of you could do. You aren't comfortable enough to be on the receiving end just yet, though, do you have the courage to at least try and make him feel good? You've always been curious about how it would taste... the feeling of your mouth being stretched... you wonder how big he is.

"And something else might be...?" He lowers your legs from his shoulders but keeps his hands steady at your sides as he waits for any sort of answer. What could be going through that head of yours?

You almost don't want to ask, though there is not a single reason for him to not agree to your proposal, you don't want to make a clown of yourself. But he stares at you expectantly and you know you can't just remain silent forever, "We could..." You gnaw at your bottom lip as you fish for ways to word what you want to say, "Can I do it to you instead?" The choice of words is vague but he should be able to puzzle it together, right? That you don't want him to do it to you, but you want to do it to him!

Keigo knows exactly what you're insinuating and he could easily give you what you want, but he wants to hear you say those words for yourself. For you to let such gross words leave your pretty lips that look extremely kissable at the moment, "Do what?" He quips in that charming tone of his, letting you know that he won't give anything to you so easily, "Tell me exactly what you want, doll."

The urge to argue is there, you don't want to let such vulgar language come out of you... but the idea alone of having him deep in your throat, stretching between your tonsils, leaves your mouth watery and desperate for a fill. Can't he just give it to you? Is it really necessary for him to hear those words? You're sure it isn't, however, if you've learned anything about Keigo it's that he likes to drag things on.

"I want to..." You swallow the frog in your throat as you look down at the perverted man between your legs, "I want to suck your dick." You force it from your throat despite how horrible it tastes on your tongue, never in your life have you let such an obscene combination of words ever leave your head. Sure, you may think vulgarity, but not everything is meant to be spoken. Even Keigo is pleasantly surprised that you said that, in no way do such words match your elegant nature, but he could get used to you telling him such things. 

In a matter of seconds, he is lifting himself out of the water and sitting next to you, "Go on, get back in the water." He motions for you to take his place, you should have expected for him to think you wanted to do this out in the open... which you don't, but there is no sense in arguing when it seems your father's entourage has moved elsewhere in your home.

Slowly you slide back into the pool, shivering at the way the cold water washes away how hot Keigo had you feeling just seconds prior. Suddenly, the fog within your head has opened up and you feel as if you can see and think straight once more, "You sure about this?" He looks down at you hovering between his legs, your soft face peering up at him with this innocence he almost hates to ruin.

But you're a grown woman, if it isn't him someone else will experience these things with you, and he'll be damned if he doesn't get a chance to taste you before then.

All it takes is a confident nod from you before he is tugging at the elastic of his swimming shorts, your eyes flicker between his eyes and down between his legs, unsure of just where you want to look while he works to expose himself to you. There isn't even a drop of hesitation, nor insecurity with the way he lets his shorts hang loose around his thighs so he can hold the base of his semi-erect cock.

Though he is not fully hard, already you are feeling uneasy with both his length and girth. Are they all this big? You doubt it. He's just a rare specimen who is perfect from head to toe, any woman who was given the honor of being with him would understand the unique pleasure that comes with something as big as he has to offer. However, you're new to this, and therefore seeing his size leaves you thinking that pain will follow no matter how slow he goes.

"What's that matter?" He coos down at you, giving slow leisurely strokes to his dick right in front of your face, "Not what you wanted?" Oh, he is more than aware this is what you wanted and more, but by asking such an obvious question it makes room for him to pull some much-needed ego-boosting from oblivious little you.

Having him so close to you like this, lazily touching himself leaves this unwanted heat between your thighs, one that you suddenly wish was being relieved. But you're no coward, when you say something you mean it! And if it takes all day to lead up to it, you will have this man in your mouth.

"It's bigger than what I expected," You tell him simply, batting your dark lashes up at him, "I'm not sure what to do, Keigo... you have to teach me." Your bottom lip juts out in a pout, earning you a deep groan from the men you are currently looking up at. He loves how much of a tease you can be, whether you're aware of it or not, you leave a lasting impression on his throbbing dick.

Keigo smiles down at you, flashing you some teeth as he slows his stroking, "Yeah?" He hums, squeezing the base of his dick before letting the tip lightly tap at your bottom lip, "I gotta teach you how to suck my dick?" He lets his tip slide over your lips, pleased to see how your lipstick leaves bright red smears in the wake.

You find it rather silly how rubs his dick back and forth over your mouth, even getting your lips a few gentle taps with the tip of it, though you can't deny his stalling doesn't have you on the verge of creaming. God, he is so perfect and he is gonna let you put him in your mouth! Today started awful, so this has to be some form of good karma, right?

With the hand that isn't holding his cock he gently cups your chin, prying your jaw open until you naturally open your mouth for him, "Stick out your tongue, doll... we'll start slow just for you." You know he is trying to push your buttons, however, you're grateful he isn't moving so fast with you, after all, you're not even sure what you're doing right and wrong as your tongue lolls out of your mouth.

The tip of his cock is laid over your tongue, you can taste something... though you aren't exactly what to call it. It's subtle, bitter even, but it isn't enough for you to properly judge it. Keigo could stare at you like this forever, your lashes fluttering at him as you hold his cock on your warm tongue, "So pretty," He coos while brushing his knuckles under your eyes, "Go on, wrap those lips around it... try not to use your teeth, babydoll." The fresh nickname has you giddy, obediently wrapping your glossy lips around the tip.

Keigo watches with interest as you suckle on his tip, your tongue lapping at the underside of his cock every so often. You don't seem to know what you're doing, but it's cute seeing you try, especially when you look up at him for help, "You gotta add some movement in, baby," He caresses the back of your head, guiding you to lower your head down on his cock, "Don't force it if you're not ready, take what you can and then pull back to the tip again."

A gentle hand remains at the back of your skull, guiding you into bobbing your head on his member. The sensation is weird, between your jaw stretching to accommodate his girth and your tongue pressing on the underside of his cock, it feels so dirty - which it is, but in the best way possible.

Your movements are slow but impressive, hollowing out your checks and swirling your tongue over the tip whenever you pull back off. He finds your efforts very attractive, especially when you look up at him for any form of approval, despite the soft grunts that will sometimes rumble in his chest. You want to hear him say you're doing good!

He loves how your throat flexes whenever you attempt to test your limits, trying harder and harder to take inch after inch, even if it makes your eyes water. You're so focused, so determined to do well. He makes a mental note that whenever you decide if you ever decide, to let him return the favor... he'll give you the night of your life. The simple imagery of you laid out beneath him, holding up one of your dresses as he pounds into your clenching heat, is enough to leave him hooked and desperate to do more with you.

Slowly you pull your mouth off of him, panting to regain oxygen within the depths of your burning lungs. His eyes locked on the rise and fall of your chest before flickering up to your smeared lipstick, "Does it feel good?" You ask softly, fully leaning into his palm when he reaches up to cup your face, his extended thumb brushing under your lip before pulling on it.

"Better than good," The hand on your face travels down around your neck, pulling you to look up at him, "You're doing very well, baby... does your throat hurt?" The soft voice he uses when cooing at you has you melting against him, only able to give a little nod at his question while he attentively strokes at your swollen lips. You're such a sweet little thing, so soft and obedient, no wonder your daddy loves you so much... you're such a good girl when being told what to do.

Keigo releases your neck and grips his cock again for you, "It's supposed to hurt, that's how you know you're doing it right." You believe his words, after all, he has no reason to lie to you. Not when you're ready to please him however it takes, even if it may lead to a sore throat within a few hours.

Once again you find yourself taking his tip into your mouth, humming at the fullness you have grown used to. He is so warm and big, your throat loves the stretch, and even more, you love how he tastes. You love every bit of what is going on, from his hand on the back of your head, to his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over, and the friction from your thighs rubbing together to try and relieve any bit of the tension going on within your core.

"That's it, babydoll..." He sighs as he lets his head fall back, "Suck it just like that... you're doing so good for me." His praises make you moan against his member, the vibrations causing him to twitch in your mouth, "Fuck... fuck." He watches you pick up the pace, not breaking eye contact the entire time, letting him see how your eyes tear up.

All sorts of thoughts fill your head the more you take and the more he tells you to keep going - here you are in the backyard of the house you share with your father, sucking the dick of the pool boy he hired in the pool. You must be crazy, anyone could see at any time, and yet all you care about right now is how happy Keigo is with you. He is telling you all sorts of nice things you've never heard before, praising you for doing the bare minimum.

Your daddy has never said such sweet things to you, not when you got outstanding grades, not when you were top of the class, not when you graduated... he didn't even seem happy when you cheerfully told him about how you may get a job at the new mall a half-hour away. What are you doing wrong? How could it be that all attention you need is being given to you over nothing from some man you hardly know?

"Good girl," He hisses at you, digging his fingers into your head and holding you down on his cock, "Fuck, baby... you look so pretty like that, you like sucking on my dick?" You gurgle against him, unable to respond properly with how deep he is in your throat, "I can't hear you," He chuckles at your strangled expression, "Was that a yes?" The same noise as before bubbles in your throat. 

You are holding your breath, unable to catch it with how he has you held down on him, "Of course you do," Your head is released with those words and he watches you pull off of him with a gasp, coughing from the built-up saliva still trapped, "C'mon, doll, you still have to make me cum." 

You almost want to shake your head, complain how he scared you by keeping you trapped like that. You almost thought he wouldn't let you go! But his hands are so gentle at the sides of your neck, tickling at your jaw as you do nothing but breathe. Even when he almost breaks you, he is still so sweet with you that you can't help but melt right back into him.

Without another second of doubt, you're instinctively lowering your mouth down to wrap around his tip. The familiar, bitter taste that had intrigued you earlier is back again, is this a sign that he is close? Is this what his cum is going to taste like? It doesn't taste bad, however it isn't sugary or sweet... not that you expected that however sometimes renditions from other women can come off exaggerated.

His breathing comes through his teeth, sharper and strained even as he attempts at holding in the moans that threaten to pour from his throat. You wish he would let you hear them, his voice leaves you feeling weak, you can't begin to imagine how his sounds of pleasure would leave you. 

The soreness in your throat is more prominent now than ever, between the bobbing of your head that continues with his tip hitting the back of your mouth and his hips beginning to thrust up into your mouth. You know he doesn't mean to hurt you, but you can't help the tears that form from your gag reflex triggering. It isn't like Keigo minds either, not when every flex of your throat squeezes more and more, furthering his inevitable drive over the edge.

"Just a little more, babydoll," He breathes against the back of his hand as he looks down at you struggling to continue accommodating his length, "Fuck, just a little more, I promise." You want to believe his promise, it makes you feel so safe and warm hearing him say it. He wouldn't break a promise like your father would, right? Keigo will keep his promise, you know he will!

Suddenly, he pulls your head away from between his legs, his hand wrapping around his length and fisting himself, "Hold on, baby... hold on," He reassures you, looking into your teary eyes as you hold onto his thighs, "Take a big breath for me, hurry." You do as you're told, inhaling a big ball of oxygen just in time for Keigo to pull you back and shove his dick back down your throat.

You try to protest, but only muffled sounds come out, ones that are eventually drowned out by you gurgling on his wave of cum filling your throat, "Fuck, yeah..." He moans out at the sight of you choking on him, two of his fingers quickly pinching your nose to make sure you hold all of it in that hot mouth of yours, "Don't swallow it." He orders, taking in the disgustingly beautiful sight of your swollen face struggling with so little oxygen and so much cum.

He holds you like that until he sees your eyes rolling back, and only then is your nose release and your able to scratch for air, "C'mon, show me... hold out your tongue." You don't want to, simply to spite him for once again freaking you out like that, but the stern look he gives you is enough convincing before you're sticking your tongue out for him. He watches his thick cum slide down to the tip of your tongue, dangerously close to dripping out of your mouth, "Swallow."

The texture is sticky, thick, not anything special... but it feels so warm going down your throat, that you can't help but enjoy it a little more than you wanted to. You will for sure have his taste imprinted in your mind for the rest of your life, after all, his dick is the first one you have ever sucked, the first one to cum in your mouth... and oh do you hope he will be a lot more of your firsts.

"Did I scare you?" He coos at your ruined face, helping you out of the water and bringing you right onto his lap where his hands smooth over your back, "You looked so beautiful the entire time... if I had a camera, I would have taken a picture just for you." His words are so much softer, censored, sweeter than before. No vulgarity or filthy praise, only kind words to make your chest fill with warmth.

You must be the world's biggest fool for how quickly you submitted to the man currently peppering your face and neck with kisses, "It was scary," You admit against his collarbone, "I thought you weren't going to let go." He hums into your neck, arms giving you a gentle squeeze before he is pulling you back to find your face, fingers careful when swiping at the mascara under your eyes.

"But I kept my promise, didn't I?" He smiles at you, holding your tired face in his calloused palms, "I took good care of you, made sure you felt good..." His touch is tender when wiping at the smeared makeup on your cheeks, not once letting his eyes leave yours as you do nothing but comfortably stare at him, "You looked happy, much happier than early."

He was right on all parts, earning him a little smile as you lean forward just enough to brush the tip of your nose to his, "I liked it a lot," You whisper as if you don't want anyone in the world to hear you say it, "More than I expected." He finds that easy to believe, especially when you were so nervous at the start, eventually just going with the flow.

Keigo looks beyond you at the backdoor, still not a soul in sight, thankfully. However, he knows you two have been out here for a while, and he is sure that with time someone, specifically your father, will come to check on you eventually. 

"Next time you'll let me return the favor, won't you?" By that, you assume he means you will be the one on the receiving end. It doesn't scare you as much as it had earlier, in fact, you somewhat regret pushing him away the first time. You trust him more than you want to let on, not wanting to pamper his ego any more than it has already been stroked after the sinful acts you just committed.

"Maybe," You tease, "If you can get my attention..." He likes a challenge, and he is more than sure you will give him one now that he knows you just a tad better, and to say he isn't living in suspense for the next time he sees you would be a lie.

He is sure you will be plaguing his mind for the next few days.

You watch as he pulls himself together, letting go of you to rise onto his feet, "Does this mean you're leaving?" You ask, still kneeling on the ground in front of him. God, you're such a tease, he almost wants to shove his cock right back into that mouth of yours with the way you're sitting in front of him right now. He is starting to think he bit off more than he could chew with you, so needy and attention-starved and desperate for any lick of affection anyone has to offer.

Keigo leans forward to cup your cheeks, squishing your face in his palms as you bat those long lashes of yours like a clueless little girl, "Yes, babydoll, but you know I'll be back next week..." He kisses the tip of your nose, "Starting to think daddy dearest is neglecting his poor girl," He says in faux pity, "Am I gonna have to make you my little princess instead? I bet you'd get off to calling me 'daddy'..."

All sorts of emotions flood you as he keeps you kneeling in front of him, the way he talks to you making you feel hot and him putting the scene of you calling him "daddy" of all names into your head only makes it worse. He can see through you like looking through glass, and you know he has you wrapped around his finger. You should be concerned about his intentions.

But all you want to do right now is spend more time with him, to let him teach you more, for him to return the favor like he said he will.

"I'll see you Wednesday," He tells you with confidence, pressing a final kiss to those messy lips of yours that taste just like him, "Be sure to wear something cute for me, doll... I want my dessert to look as good as she tastes."

Oh, the things he says to you leave you feeling like mush... what you would give to be right back in his lap with his lips on your neck! He smelled and tasted like heaven, not that you know a thing about what heaven smells or tastes like - but it must be good! Not to mention how good he treats you, you've barely spoken with him and already you find yourself so eager to give him every inch of you.

And even if this is a one-time thing and he plans on pretending he never knew you once it is all over, at least you'll know what it feels like to have a man use you how he wants - perhaps it will even make you a better candidate for a wife in the future, whenever that may be.

For now, all you can do is watch him leave the way he came in, of course, not before looking back to give you a playful wink before disappearing beyond the doors. The moment he is out of sight, it feels as if you can breathe again, which should be a good thing... and yet you miss how he makes you feel like you have to hold your breath.

Next Wednesday will be the only thing on your mind for the week, and you can already tell nothing will feel normal again - going to bed, waking up, making breakfast, cleaning around the house - after what happened in that pool you're changed, more womanly if you will. And sure, maybe no one else will notice the change, but you can feel it and that is what matters.

Suddenly you no longer feel the need to touch yourself to unrealistic fantasies before bed, no longer are cold showers a regular occurrence to help kill the fire blazing inside of you from this ongoing heat you cannot seem to get yourself out of. The changes are small, unnoticeable even, but you feel livelier now that you have something to look forward to.

However, despite seeing the blonde being the only thing on your mind, it makes the days pass by slower and feel lonelier. No longer do you scrape for your father's attention, in fact, sometimes you don't even prepare lunch for him. He has noticed your behavior fully believing he is at fault, which is mostly true, but he is still entirely unaware that his sweet girl did one of the things he fears most.

What your father doesn't know won't hurt him, and it isn't like he is around enough to really see your behavior change. You have no reason to dwell on someone who isn't willing to give you the bare minimum, especially when you have someone like Keigo who is more than happy to do all sorts of things to make you feel good.

Not to mention, he doesn't break his promises.

But not all things go as planned, which you realized at a young age... Wednesday had finally come, and you fully expected to have the house all to yourself, but it seems of all days your father chose to catch up on errands, it was today. It's like he knew deep down what you had planned, that he knew you were up to no good and went out of his way to put a stop to it.

Of all the days he could have asked you to take a trip into town to collect groceries, it was today. You wouldn't have minded any other day, but today? You were distraught, stressed, at a loss. There was no way you would get to town, check off the items on the list, and make it back before Keigo would be finished. You knew that the moment you got to town and it was already an hour away before he would be at your home.

You know you can't blame your father, he had no clue of the plan you had made a week prior, yet you can't help but place all the fault on him because it is the easiest thing to do. If it weren't for him throwing that stupid party, you wouldn't have done those things with Keigo, and if you hadn't done those things today would've never meant as much as it did to you!

So, as a result, it is all his fault.

As childish as it might sound, your sour mood over the loss of the day carried on into dinner. You made sure the asparagus was too salty, the potatoes lacked that creamy softness, and the turkey was overcooked and dry. Your father said nothing, as you expected, he never says anything... not even when you're evidently upset and two seconds away from losing your head.

But perhaps it was for the best that he said nothing as he forced himself to eat the poor plate of abused food, otherwise, you're not sure what you would have said to him. Maybe you would have told him honestly why you were so upset, that today you planned on letting the blonde that cleans the pool fuck you until you felt sick.

You wouldn't have said that, but you like to think you had the confidence to.

In your head, you like to think of all the things that could have happened if today went as usual. Would he have done as he told you? Sweeping you off your feet, carrying you up to your bedroom where he would return the favor... you're not sure how far either of you would have gone, but you're positive that if given the chance, you would have let him taste you. Were you even sweet enough for him?

Silly is how you feel right now, having let this all get to your head the way it did. It's just a man, you try to convince yourself, a really attractive one but nonetheless only a man. You won't die without his affection, though it would have been nice to see him. For once, you felt normal, like any other young woman experimenting behind the backs of their helicopter parents.

Back in high school, you remember your friends having lovers and going on dates to theaters, the state fair, pools... you never really had a chance to experience that with someone you liked. And that isn't to say you will experience these things with Keigo, but allowing him to do things with you that other girls your age have already been through is a start. It all takes a step at a time.

"A step at a time my..." You catch yourself before you finish the sentence, fingering the lobster clasp of your necklace as you prepare for bed. What you need right now is sleep, it'll allow you to restart and just forget. That's what sleeping is for, right? To throw away the worries of the day.

You finally seem to get the clasp undone, laying the old necklace down on your vanity before taking a tissue to start at your makeup. There is nothing like sitting down at the end of the day like this, no sounds other than that of the crickets and frogs singing outside, as you unwind. You love dolling up in the morning, but what you love even more than that is taking it all off after a long, tiring day of nothing. 

The irony that what you had been wearing was all for Keigo, and yet he never got to see it... everyone but him had a chance to see you in the outfit you put together just to please him. Come next week when you see him again, you're certain he will want nothing to do with you - not after you made it seem like you were excited to see him today.

You breathe a sigh as you look at your bare face, "He must hate me..." You say out loud, knowing no one is around to listen to your useless rambles. You often do this, finding no use for writing in a diary in fear someone, especially your father, will come across the book of secrets. You're not someone who is fond of confrontation, all the things your mind thinks of wanting to do and say... they are as good as no more than a daydream, never to see the light of day.

You bring a generous amount of aloe vera and apply it around your eyes and over your lips, a special addition to your routine to soothe the irritation after wiping at your face. The tingly, cool feeling from the plant already has you feeling more lively, there is nothing more therapeutic than self-care at this time of night - quiet, chilly, and the moon peeking through your curtains to assist your lamp in illuminating your cozy room.

Even now, sitting alone at your vanity and massaging the pads of your fingers under your eyes and over your cheekbones, you cannot help but wonder what Keigo felt when you never made your grand appearance. Was he even phased by it? Deep down, you doubt it, a man like him could have any woman in the world if he tried hard enough... you're just a pawn in the path.

If anything, he probably figured you wouldn't show up, or maybe he didn't even want you to - he got what he wanted the last time, perhaps he manifested your absence to avoid any further interaction. He had no obligation to speak with you again, but you had your hopes that last week wouldn't be the final encounter between you both. Whatever it may be, whatever it could have been... you wish you would stop caring. He isn't that important of a person for you to be dwelling on a failed meeting there will be several more men in your life who will outperform him.

But as you think back to that day, his fingers touching your sides and his lips leaving the most dreamy kisses between your legs. He even looked you in the eyes, praised you over, and over again because he knew that's what you wanted to hear! And when you weren't ready, he gave you the kindest smile a man has ever given you and told you it was fine.

He made you feel like a real princess for the hour you two were out there all alone, and if you had let him gone further with you, you're sure his care and eagerness to please you would have been just as attentive, if not more.

"Please, please, please..." You hold together as if you plan to get on your knees beside your bed and recite a prayer from the bible, "Let him be there next week," You squeeze your eyes shut, not that it will make your wish come any more true, "Please let him not be mad at me, please." Oh, you must look ridiculous right now. Your palms sweaty as they mold together, your face scrunched up in concentration as you put together a hundred different words to say that you hope, wish, and pray that damned blonde will be there next-

A thunk interrupts your thoughts.

Your eyes open, confusion now overtaking what was previously an expression of desperation and shame, looking around your room to try and figure out what could be the culprit. However, the thunk sounded muffled, like it didn't even come from within your walls.

Another thunk sounds, and with your focus torn from your previous doings, you're able to pinpoint the cause for such a noise.

Could it just be stray branches of the tree tapping at your window? Ever since you were little that old lump of wood and greenery has always scared you because of it tapping at the side of the house. Common tell you that you shouldn't go near your window, what if it's a mass murderer trying to get your attention? Probably not, this is a small town with little to no issue, the biggest news all week was that the mayor's dog had a litter of puppies. 

You approach the closed window, further parting your curtains so you could take hold of the bottom of the window. You don't often open it which makes the job of lifting it a tad more difficult than expected, however you prevail. The window opens up for a cool gust of window to enter your room, chills bubbling on the surface of your bare arms. If you had known it would be so chilly, you would have at least pulled a cardigan on.

"Psst!" Your eyes fall, looking below your window where you find the center of all your thoughts from today. You almost don't believe your eyes when you find familiar amber ones down below, looking at you so nonchalantly as if his presence isn't a bizarre surprise considering the hour of the night it is, "You left me waiting, doll." He says in a hushed tone, just loud enough for you to hear without the possibility of alerting anyone nearby.

This is what you wanted. The reason why you had been sitting at your vanity just now begging whoever was listening. Yet, now that he is here, it feels like bolts are keeping your jaw shut. What do you tell him? Where do you even begin? He doesn't seem upset with you.

Keigo crosses his arms expectantly, leaning on one leg and tilting his head while you do nothing but stare down at him. Your lips part and shut a few times, all you have to do is tell him what happened, but the words simply won't form!

He looks beautiful under the pale light of the moon, blonde waves slicked by skillfully but somehow still look as soft as ever, his large torso fitted with a white t-shirt that hugs him in all the right places. You swear through the thin material, your eyes can make out the muscles and veins your hands had the privilege of feeling last week. His right-hand holds a leather jacket over the same shoulder, fitting with the trending rockabilly style you find many downtown boys sporting nowadays.

If your daddy is verbal about anything, he is verbal about staying away from a boy with a leather jacket.

"I'm sorry," You finally spit out, fingers twirling around each other as you stand at your open window like a poor excuse for rapunzel, "I was going to be there, I swear it! But daddy-" Keigo quirks a brow at where the conversation is going, he should have guessed somehow you would end up running around after your father as his replacement housewife, "I promise, I was trying to be quick but by the time I got to town it was already late. I wanted to see you, I did!"

Oh, you look so angelic leaning over your window like that, his eyes can just barely make out the chiffon dress that currently hangs around you. He can only assume that what you're wearing now means you had planned on going to bed, your face absent of any lip tint or eyeliner. He doesn't mind your appearance at all he finds that the pale peach nightdress makes you look even more innocent than you had the first day he met you in that kitchen of yours.

Keigo is silent for a moment, watching you in your window as the breeze wafts against your pretty face, your brows knitted together in worry as you wait for him to say anything at all. He was never mad at you, but he will admit he was disappointed you weren't there waiting for him in one of your swing dresses, "Are you gonna make it up to me and invited me up, or are you gonna leave me out here? Again, might I add."

"But daddy is downstairs-" Keigo doesn't let you finish, not when he knows you're gonna go on a tangent about how your damned father might find him in your room, how there is no way you will be able to sneak him through the front or back door. No one ever said anything about going in the right way, and if a man like Keigo knows anything, he knows how to climb up to a window. He has done it once or twice before for a quick fling, but you've left an everlasting impression on him and he'll be damned if he doesn't have a generous share of you before moving on.

He pulls his jacket back on before bringing his hands up to grab at the tree growing just beside your window, it's an old, small tree, but if he calculates his movements correctly it will lead him right to you without any complications. You watch in suspense, hardly able to watch him effortlessly pull himself branch to branch, not even breaking a sweat with how skillfully he maneuvers through branches and picks which ones to use for leverage.

As he nears your window, you back away to give him space, one hand comes down onto the windowsill before being joined by the rest of him slipping through the barely big enough opening for him to squeeze inside your far warmer room. You hurriedly close the window behind him, not wanting the temperature to drop any more than it already has, here you are shaking from no more than a breeze and Keigo looks as comfortable as ever as he hangs his jacket on your vanity chair.

"Your room fits you," He hums while tracing the out of style, floral wallpaper, looking down at the matching hardwood floor with a fluffy area rug laid over, "It's cute like you." You smile at him, backing away from him to sit comfortably at the edge of your bed. His eyes trace over where you quietly look up at him, your bare legs tightly together, barely covered by the chiffon fabric that spills down to your mid-thigh. The material is thin, meant for the warmer summer weather, but still modest enough so long as no one other than family sees you in it.

He looks over your shoulders and exposed collar bones, chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm that tells him that you're comfortable. For a moment he looks away, down at your feminine bedspread in a trendy delicate pink tonk with hints of white and coral. Mounds of pillows and blankets neatly made over your thick mattress, one big enough for three of you to fit on it.

Keigo hums as he approaches you, not saying anything other than the soft tune that anyone could recognize is a Paul Anka classic, not that you can pin a name to it since you aren't much of a fan other than hearing him on the afternoon radio. You didn't pin the blonde for being much into his music, considering how much of a heartthrob he was with teenage girls the last you heard of the popular singer.

"What's the matter?" He takes your warm hands into his cold ones, pulling you to stand up in front of him as he runs his sneaky fingers up your arms, "I don't bite..." He whispers into the side of your face, a tender kiss given to the lobe of your ear before you feel him leaving a trail of about five more down to your nape. The ticklish feeling of his lips and breathing have you curling into yourself, but Keigo doesn't let you hide from him before he is gently holding at your jaw to force you to open up your neck to him.

A tasteful gasp spills from you when he licks at the skin, chuckling at how easy you respond to him, "Keigo..." You whisper, a whine catching at the tips of your teeth when he bites down onto your throat, "You said-" He bites harder, a warning for you to relax and simply trust him. 

He treats you like an antique treasure, one hand at your jaw to keep you from turning away from him, the other playing with the hem of your dress. You feel like you're on fire in his arms, melting into him as he does nothing but pepper your quivering throat with kisses, bites full of affection, and proactive drags of his tongue over the marks his teeth leave behind.

Two fingers hook under your skirt, lifting the feather-like fabric to your hip where he can feel the elastic waist of your cotton panties, "We shouldn't..." You quickly interrupt, eyes looking down at his fingers playing with the lace trim of your underwear, tugging at them only to watch the elastic smack back against your thigh, "We'll get caught and-"

Once more, he shuts you up, only this time with his mouth engulfing yours in a heated, much-needed kiss. You two have never properly kissed for, not like this. Never have you shared the same air with another person, and as he molds his lips into yours, soft and plush and tasting of strawberries, he can't seem to get enough. The kiss feels sloppy, anything but decent and appropriate, between the way his fingers pry open your lips to make room for his warm tongue to invade, and those fingers of his going straight down to cup at your ass - you feel filthy, but in the best way possible.

As he continues to explore your mouth, he guides you back towards your bed, your feet blindly stepping in tune with his until you feel your mattress hit the back of your knees. You break away from the kiss just in time to fall back onto your bed, the mattress squeaking under your sudden weight as well as Keigo's when he crawls over you. His blonde strands of hair, not held in place by the light addition of gel, hang around his face, golden eyes looking more muddy and dark with no light reflecting off of them.

"Are you scared?" He whispers, minty breath warm against your skin as you two do nothing but look at each other. His palm pressed against the center of your chest, feeling your heart thump rapidly in time with your labored breathing. You look pretty beneath him, soft and delicate, untouched. If he could, he would memorize every inch of you.

The question rings in your head, are you scared? Laying beneath him does nothing to help with answering, however, you're not sure if the shake in your legs or how you can't seem to move is a reaction of fear. Perhaps, you're only nervous? Could it be that you have yet to process how you've allowed this man to do unspeakable acts to you?

Whatever it may be, it isn't enough to get you to stop now. Not while he is so close and you feel so comfortable, not while the heat between your parted legs are burning a hole in your center, not while his fingers leave your chest in favor of cupping your cheek, thumb stroking the skin as he waits for you to answer.

"A little," You admit, "Are we...?" Keigo hums at the question, kissing the corner of your mouth to ease whatever troubles may be haunting you at the moment.

"We don't have to... we can go at your own pace," The hand that isn't beside your head holding him up moves down to the bottom of your dress, fingers slipping beneath the chiffon and tickling as your thigh, "Let's start like this..." He pulls your thighs further open, slowly moving down your body until he is kneeling in beside your bed, tugging your waist to hang off the edge.

You lift yourself onto your elbows, watching him closely as he starts with pressing open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your knee, "Remember this?" He whispers, hinting at last week where he had you in almost the same position. The kisses always start slow, imprinting further on your skin the deeper he travels between your legs. He can smell the lotion on your skin, feminine and sweet, but not overbearing. 

Keigo's hands hold your thighs firmly over his shoulders, not allowing you any chance to move as he tackles all the right places with his mouth. The hickey he made is still present but not as prominent as it had been when he originally gave it to you. 

The sensation of his mouth getting impossibly closer have you losing your mind, especially when he blows at your center teasingly just to pull any reaction from you. Your fingers reach down and twist into his hair, holding tightly at his head as he reaches the apex of your thigh, suckling so close yet so far. A pathetic whine is all you can muster in protest of his teasing, however, it does nothing to move him any closer to where you want him.

"What is it, babydoll?" He whispers just above your pussy, his breath hitting your clit with each word, "Go on, use your words like a big girl." You try to close your legs to hide how turned on you are, but you can barely move an inch before his hands have your knees pinned to your chest, "Ah-ah-ah..." He tuts, "You were so well behaved the last time, open your mouth and tell me what you need."

Oh, you feel like you're starting to see stars, can't he see what you want?

Your fingers twirl around his loose strands of hair, unable to meet his gaze as your lips finally part, "I want your mouth," You breathe out in a voice no louder than a whisper, Keigo slowly crawling back up your body to find your hiding face, his fingers squeezing your cheeks together as he turns your head towards him, "I don't want to say it..."

He finds it adorable how you can't even mutter out the word, all you can do is hold your thighs open for him and look him sheepishly in the eyes, "You don't want to say it, doll?" You shake your head, "Hmm... well, you'll have to compensate for that, don't you think?" Keigo knows exactly what he wants you to say instead, the one word that will make you crack beneath him. He can just imagine how flustered you will get, calling him such a name that sounds so dirty when not used correctly.

"How about I give you exactly what you want... in exchange, you have to call me...?"

"... Daddy?" You say it just above a whisper, bottom lip quivering at how dirty it feels to call someone other than your father by that. You aren't sure whether you love it or hate it, but the perverted, yet comforting, smile that twists across Keigo's handsome face almost makes you want to say it again. This time, with more confidence.

Keigo's index and middle finger gently smooth over your lips, golden eyes watching you similar to that of a predator - the way they glow in the dark almost terrifying like he is planning your end right here as he continues to feel you up. You've let this man in your bedroom, and it is too late to ask him to leave, not that you want to.

"Such a good girl," He coos at you, the fingers on your lips now gently pushing between them, "You're gonna stay quiet for me, right?" You get the chills as his fingers push beyond your teeth, curling deep into your mouth to tickle at your tongue. You hum against the two digits, allowing your tongue to trace them as you give him a soft nod that you'll behave.

He is more than pleased with you, pushing down on your tongue while your polished fingers hold at his wrist, "You look perfect," He says while sitting up, pinning your legs in place using his knees, "You trust me, don't you?" Again, you nod your head, watching him part your thighs so they hang loosely around his waist. The fingers in your mouth drawback, just in time to be replaced once more by his mouth - still warm as he slots his lips with yours in yet another heated kiss.

You feel like flowers are blossoming from your innards, roses and daffodils and carnations springing out of your throat and stomach, the petals tickling those special places that force you to reach up and bring your arms tightly around his neck. The stems of each flower further tying you together, his body flush against yours, and yours with his.

Through the metaphorical passion, you find yourself basking in at the moment, you can still make out his cold hands slithering down between your bodies. If you know anything, those fingers of his have a single destination, that being what waits between your legs for him to fill you with a pleasure you have never been dealt before.

Two fingers find your clothed center, "There you are," He breathes against your open mouth while pressing into your clit, a strangled gasp quieted by his lips pushing against yours, "Sh, sh, sh..." You don't think you will manage to be as quiet as you had promised, not when all he is doing is tracing your pussy through the thin cotton of your panties, "You gotta keep your voice down, love... you know why..."

Oh, you know alright. If there is one thing you fear most, and this is a fear that made itself known only last week, it's the fear that your father will find you doing dastardly acts such as the one you are committing right now. With the man who shouldn't be in your room.

Rough fingers move up to press circles into your clit, eyes watching your every reaction starting with your hips arching up to further push against the friction he has finally offered you. Keigo loves the twists in your brows, or how your lips remain parted to make way for hitched, wavering gasps he is the cause of. You're extremely reactive, not to mention sensitive, his two very favorite things when it comes to pleasing a woman. He likes to know if he is doing well, so seeing you unravel beneath him and open yourself up to his affection, is all he could ask for.

"Daddy..." You hesitantly let fall from your tongue, opening your eyes to meet those that hover above you, "Inside..." You breathe while reaching down for his hand, "I wanna feel it better." Your fingers wrap around his wrist, guiding his hand up and under the waist of your panties. He finds your boldness extremely sexy, despite how you can barely look him in the eyes, "There." You sigh with relief, leaving his hand right over your extremely hot pussy throbbing for any attention.

Keigo wastes no time in giving you exactly what you desire, "Like this, baby?" He rubs circles at your clit, no longer is a layer of cotton separating the pads of his digits from your bare clit. You can feel him finally, and he is rubbing it exactly how you like to do it when you are by yourself. The pleasure is like waves of electricity shocking you, every circular rub against your sensitive bud further fulling whimpers and hitched sighs from your quivering throat.

Your legs spread wider for him, pushing your hips to rub into his fingers, "Th-There..." Your fingers wrap around his wrist currently moving around in your panties, "D-Daddy, it feels s-s-s-soooo..." You throw your head back in ecstasy when he changes to rubbing your clit quickly back and forth, your chest rapidly rising and falling in tune with the side-to-side motion of his fingers, "Nngh~"

Fuck, he can't tear his eyes from you. The bouncing of your chest to match that of your labored breathing, your thighs squeezing and twitching around his waist that keeps you pinned in place on the bed. Not to mention the tendons in your neck quivering, strained as you hold in all the filthy sound you ever so wish to let out. He would love to hear them all, to hear just how good you feel right now.

"I love when you're enjoying yourself, baby." You nod your head in blind agreeance, not even really paying attention to anything that is currently leaving his mouth as he continues to rub your clit, "Do you think you can take a finger in?" God, you want him inside of you so bad, even if it's only his fingers. You want to feel him, to burn the pleasure and stretch from him using you into your brain.

You give him a silent nod, eyes locked on how he pulls his hand from your panties to hook around the waist of them. The fabric is tugged down your hips, thighs, knees, before loosely falling to your ankles where you lazily kick them off. This is the first time he has seen you so bare, your nude legs held close together, hiding your pussy from his prying eyes, "Don't be shy now." He teases his nails over your knees before digging between them to pull your legs open, to which you put up no fight and welcome him completely.

Immediately, he looks down between your thighs at your glistening, untouched pussy. His eyes trace over your soft folds, up to your swollen clit that he had just been pleasing. You grow shy under his burning gaze, unsure whether his silence is that of satisfaction or distaste. You know nothing about the standards that men hold for women, are you not good enough? Is this not what he expected beneath?

But your worries are silenced by that of his hands taking holding of your thighs, his body lowering to kneel in front of the bed once against, "I'll be gentle," His words breathe against the skin of your inner thigh, thousands of bolts shooting right to your clit having him so close to where you need him most, "Ready, doll?" You were born ready for this moment, not hesitating for a moment to nod your head at him and brace yourself for whatever odd feeling may wrack through your body.

Keigo kisses your clit, eyes locked on you the entire time, "Daddy..." You whine through clenched teeth, thighs gently squeezing around his head at the ticklish sensation of his lips ghosting over your pussy, but never quite giving you the friction you desire, "Stop teasing... please?" At this point, all you can do is beg, beg and hope that it will convince him to stop giving you just the start of what could be more.

You receive no response, at least not a verbal one, rather the very lips that had been previously ghosting your skin have since pressed themselves against your clit - your eyes flicker down to watch the blonde, his nose pressing just above your clit which his mouth continues to engulf in hot kisses and flicks of his tongue. 

He smothers you with the attention you wanted and more as his hands dig into the soft flesh of your inner thighs, kneading the plushness all the while hungrily devouring where you need him most. He is so attentive, so careful, yet he evokes a certain level of authority and sternness that keeps you in check. His golden eyes alone locking you where you are, no will to move now that he is finally lapping at your heat the way you imagined night after night.

"Nngh... Keigo-" You squeal when he bites your clit, gentle but painful, "D-Daddy! I meant that... I-" No coherent sentences form on your tongue, not while he has you entirely entranced. You can feel his tongue starting at your entrance, tasting your juices, before dragging up between your folds where he eventually suckles on your throbbing clit. 

You love how good it feels, so much that your fingers lace into his gelled waves, your nails embedding into his skull while pushing him to stay right on your needy cunny, "There, Daddy, right there~!" You sing, tossing back your head to moan at the ceiling, "Mmm, daddy- ah~!" Keigo slaps your thigh, warning you to keep your voice down without having to remove his mouth from you.

Truthfully, he can't get enough of you. You taste so different, so sweet but with the right amount of bitterness, the texture wet and gooey on his tongue as he gathers more from your entrance. Your pussy is like none he has ever tasted before, and he swears every time you moan he can feel his cock pushing harder on the zipper of his jeans. As much as he loved having your pretty mouth wrapped around his dick, he can't wait to bury it in your addicting cunt.

Keigo pulls one of his hands from your thighs, brings it under and between your legs to press his index fingers at the start of your entrance. You hardly feel the start of his intrusion, not until he gets down to the knuckle and curls upward. At that, a pressure fills your tummy, one that makes you jump against his mouth, "A-Ah!" You look down quickly, but his face hides what he is doing just beyond your clit, "Is... is that...?"

He can only hum an answer, vibrating against your pussy which has so happily welcomed his finger inside. You're so hot, wet, and squishy inside - the perfect place for his dick to get off to. He feels like the luckiest man alive to be taking your virginity, a girl as ravishing as you shouldn't so much as bother to look his way... and yet, he had you hooked from the first day.

The finger inside of you wiggles around, pressing upwards and pulling out slowly only to push in slightly faster. You can hardly tell it's there, no more than a pressure down there that is neither comforting nor discomforting. You can only assume it's because you were expecting more, however, it is only one finger.

"Daddy, can you put another finger?" The question feels gross coming from you, such a strange thing to ask someone. You feel silly with how inexperienced you are, lacking the proper knowledge of your body and what feels best other than how you enjoy your clit being played with.

But Keigo takes control of it all and it makes you feel safe. From telling you to trust him, easing you into stage after stage, giving you what you want with only a little compensation. God, you can feel yourself falling for him with every passing interaction. You shouldn't feel these things for him, but you just can't help it when he has you feeling like you're falling from the clouds.

A second finger teases your entrance, pushing against your folds until it safely sinks in alongside the first one. This time the stretch is only slightly more evident, your pussy opening up wider for him to begin curling his fingers into the nerves and muscles inside of you. With the added pressure of having something inside of you for the first time, the lapping of his tongue against your clit suddenly feels better? You aren't even sure how to describe the bliss you feel right now.

His fingers slowly begin to pump inside of you, pulling out until his nails just barely sink between your folds, before pushing their way back in. The entire time you can do nothing but hold yourself open for him, panting at the odd combination of his mouth on your clit and his fingers inside of you. Keigo can sense you're enjoying yourself simply from your gummy walls twitching with every thrust of his fingers inside of you.

Your stomach feels hot, tight, and you aren't sure how much more of it you can take with how his tongue flicks back and forth over your throbbing clit, "Daddy... I'm so close-" You whimper, fingers digging further into his hair, "Please, please, please~" He nearly comes at how your voice cracks, begging with tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes at just how good it feels.

Keigo listens to your every word, he wants to make you cum more than anything! You're so needy and you need it so bad, he would feel bad not giving it to you right now, especially after how badly you begged for it. The two fingers buried inside of you pick up the pace at which they beat against your walls, the tips remaining curled to rub against that sweet spot that has your back arching into the air.

"M-More, so close... nnngh~!" Your thighs squeeze and jump around his head, hips bucking against his mouth as if it will make you cum any faster, "K-Keigo! Please, Keigom please-" Your breath gets caught in your throat, all sounds seizing up in tune with your tensed joints. Keigo watches you completely unfold in front of him for the first time, your torso lifted from the bed as you pant and gasp into the air.

Your vision goes entirely white as if you were staring right at your lamp for far too long. The tension previously eating at your core has since gone and been replaced by that of a blossoming burst of euphoria. You can still feel him down below, albeit not moving nor staying anything, he remains as his still holding your legs and his mouth still planted over your pussy.

He holds his mouth against you, not that he can pull away with your nails digging into his skull to keep him in place, tasting your flow of juices pooling around his fingers. You taste so good on his tongue, warm, and it's all because of him. He pulls his fingers from your entrance, baffled to see your pussy still clenching onto nothing.

Your body eventually goes lax and melts into the bed, your fingers uncurling from his hair in favor of bringing them up to lay over your chest that rises and falls in time with your need to regain oxygen in your burning lungs. Keigo takes this chance to lick your pussy clean, satisfied with the swell of your clit and your poor entrance still twitching despite there being nothing to fill it.

"You did so well, babydoll..." His voice is just what you needed to hear, lying beneath him with your vision still foggy and thighs that cannot seem to stop shaking. You reach up to wrap your arms around him, whining at the ache in your tummy from how his fingers practically tore your climax from you. He takes note of how you reach out for him, his hands finding your lower half and turning you both around so that you are seated comfortably in his lap.

His hands lay flat over your ass before slowly moving up to rub at your lower back, his chin planted at the top of your head as you melt into him entirely. Your face remains pressed into the center of his chest, inhaling the masculine cologne that sticks to the collar of his white t-shirt.

Through his jeans, you can feel he is hard, the hard-to-miss bulge at the zipper of his pants pressed firmly between your legs. You don't say anything, still wallowing in the comfort of his arms as he rubs circles into your contracting muscles, "Keigo..." You whisper his name against his collarbone, fingers twirling around the hairs on the back of his neck. 

He reaches down to tilt your chin, your eyes looking up to find him, however, two fingers reach up and prod at your bottom lip. They shimmer against the lamp in your room, slick with what you assume is your cum, to which you part your lips to make room for them. Keigo slips the fingers inside of your mouth, grinning at the way you eagerly lap at them, gathering your juices and cream like a hungry slut.

Keigo is amused by how, despite looking so tired, he can still see sparkles of lust in your pupils. Even now, with exhaustion written on your face, he can still see sparkles of lust in your pupils. He can't say he is complaining, but he genuinely expected that first orgasm to have given you all that you needed.

Or so he had thought up until now.

His hand grip at your bare waist when he feels you push down into his erection, your mouth pulls off of his saliva-soaked fingers to instead lean up and pucker your lips for a kiss, "Can we...?" Your question, although vague, can only be insinuating one thing. Keigo hadn't expected you to give yourself completely to him tonight, but it seems yet again you have proven him wrong.

Your hands push under his shirt, fingers delving into the grooves of his toned torso while you grind down into his waiting erection, "Are you sure?" He breathes, of course, he does want to go further - for the last several days all he could imagine was this very scenario, you asking for him to fuck you. 

Fingers gracefully trace beneath his shirt, drawing all sorts of shapes into his heated flesh, circles printed into his ribs, and lines dragging across his stomach. Your nails are like feathers tickling over his body, he could stay like this all day and let you draw imaginary things on him - but it is hard to focus on how good he feels up here when he has you desperately humping at his lap down there.

"Fuck," He growls through clenched teeth, his hands digging into your ass to press himself up against you, "You want that?" He chuckles while grinding himself against your core, watching your eyes roll back with the way the button of his jeans catches onto your clit, "I don't think you can take it, baby. It's too big for you."

Your stomach does flips at his words, desperately wanting to tell him you can take all of it, that you won't leave a single inch untouched. You want him so badly you're willing to let him do anything he pleases so long as his cock is buried inside of you. At this point, the thought of the bed creaking beneath the weight of you both is far from your mind - you're a woman now, a woman with desires and needs and a man right in front to satiate every single one of them.

With a lick of courage, you take your hands from under his shirt to then latch onto the button of his pants. Keigo watches you move, his cock throbbing as you fish to pull his zipper open and free his member from the restraints of his bottoms. The fire in your eyes was hard to miss, especially when just before he had seen the remnants of your earlier lust still flickering, alive and more than happy to indulge in more acts of lust.

"Careful, baby," You pay no mind to his cooing, lifting yourself just enough from his lips to push at his jeans until they hang around his spread knees, "So eager... you want it that bad? You want daddy to take care of you?" You find that his words only further add fuel to the impending wildfire blazing between you both, the two of you high on the tension and neediness swimming in the air - waiting to be properly fed.

After a bit of fumbling on both ends, his jeans and briefs hang at his knees, just in time for you to urge him to lay back, "I wanna be on top," You explain while pushing your hands into his chest, "Please?" Believe it or not, you didn't have to ask him twice before he lays back on your comfortable bedspread. The sheets are only slightly disheveled from before, but otherwise still fairly intact and tucked nicely.

But that is not a worry for right now, not when you are crawling over Keigo and looking down between the both of you at his standing dick ominously waiting for you to sink down on it. Amber eyes watch you position yourself and slowly lower, only for his tip to slide right between your folds up to your clit. You try this again, but once again to no avail as his cock simply won't stay in the place you want it.

Keigo is amused by your attempts, unable to swallow the soft chuckle at how you pout up at him in defeat, "Does someone need help?" He grabs hold of your jaw, making you look directly at him while his other hand reaches down between you both to grip his dick, "Go on, try again, baby." You expect him to release your face, however, he never does, you assume it's to watch your every expression as your hips slowly begin to lower for a third time now.

Your hands remain planted on his chest as your pussy blindly rubs against his tip until your entrance meets it, your eyes falling shut as you carefully push down. This feels nothing like it had when he used his fingers on you, the tip of his dick far larger as it works its way through your folds, "Aaahh~" You sigh at the stretch, biting your bottom lip in concentration.

Out of all the faces you have made for him, Keigo finds the one you are making right now to be the most beautiful one of all. Your brows knitted close and your lashes hanging down at your cheeks, he may not be able to see those pretty eyes of yours but he can very well make out your every thought as he feels your wall further engulf his length. By now, you have taken no more than his tip and another two inches, over half still impatiently waiting to be welcomed inside of you.

"Nngh-" Your hips twitch at a slight sting deep in your abdomen, "I can't, it's too big and starting to hurt..." He looks down between the two of you, your juices dripping over his dick, or what has yet to find its way inside. He can't say he is surprised, he had warned you, but he was hoping it would have been easier now that you're fully in the mood.

But there is always a solution and what better way to ease that tight feeling you must be experiencing than adding something into the mix? The hand that isn't on your hip to steady you reaches to your clit, his thumb pressing against the overstimulated bud before starting with slow circles. As Keigo expected, immediately you buck forward to meet his hand, in sync with rubbing down on his dick.

"Take it slowly," He reassures you in that charming voice you can't get enough of, "Don't force it." You bide by his words, focusing on his hand that continues to pleasure you through the discomfort of this foreign invasion. You hadn't expected it to be this difficult, friends often making it out to seem like a three-step process when having their first time. 

Your hips move in slow, steady circles as you alternate between grinding into what amount of him is buried in your trembling walls and pushing into the thumb that skillfully massages your clit. Somehow the combination feels almost overbearing, the fullness of having him stuffed this far in you and his fingers tempting you to slowly take more of what he has to offer, "Daddy... Keigo~"

Inch by inch you sink onto him, the more you take the better it feels, and the better it feels the more eager you are to start moving. You're like a rabbit in heat on top of him, unsure as to whether you should savor the moment or fuck yourself as fast as you can manage - he finds it cute when your face scrunched up if you move too fast, or how for a few seconds you're confident in what you can take and start bouncing in his lap only to wind up pushing too far down.

"I hate this," You complain, "I wanna just do it already." Your thighs already feel sore and you have barely done anything! All the movies and books and stories make this out to be fun and blissful, yet now here you are with two inches still to fit inside of you and all you want is for it to start feeling good. They do say ignorance is bliss, but if that were the case people need to start being more realistic.

"I know, doll, but if you keep rushing it you're gonna hurt yourself." You pout at those words, looking between your legs at your stuffed and irritated pussy, "Don't make those faces, you're the one who wanted this... are you regretting it now?" Of course, you aren't, this is all you want! It's just a matter of him being way too big for comfort.

Keigo decides that maybe it's too soon for you to be on top of him the way you are, carefully lifting you from his lap to instead lay you back against your pillows. You don't argue, not that you have the energy nor desire to, instead you allow him to push his pants off the rest of the way before climbing on top of you, "Are you gonna stop whining?" He mocks you while lining his dick back up with your entrance, "You're a real brat when you want to be, (name)."

If you could, you would bite him right this instant to get him to be quiet, but why should you care when he is already pushing himself inside of you. Your toes curl just as they had when his tip first popped inside, however, this new angle he has you pressed in allows him to rub against the top of your gummy walls - your favorite spot.

One hand holds the headboard of your bed to keep it from rocking into your wall, the other cupped under your left leg and pushing your knee into your shoulder, "Keep quiet, remember who is downstairs." You can only nod, focused on the sight of him pushing in only about halfway before dragging himself back out. Your jaw parts in awe at how much better it feels like this, how easily he slides in and out of you without your sensitive walls gripping too hard.

"Oh..." You exclaim at the second thrust going deeper than the first, and the third deeper than the second, and by the fourth slow jut of his cock inside of you he has entirely bottomed out. Experimentally, Keigo sets a nice pace of rocking his hips back and forth, eyes glued to your face which is, in turn, looking down between your legs at how much you're possibly able to take.

He doesn't miss your eyes rolling back into your skull now that you have grown used to such fullness, "Feel better?" He hums in between breaths, smiling when you nod your head and comfortably lay your head back into your fluffed pillows to look up at him, "So pretty," He starts while maintaining a steady beat, "Fuck, you feel like heaven."

No words manage to formulate from you, not while you're more focused on the magic going on down there. Between the gentle rocking of his cock in and out of your satisfied pussy, the slight creaking of the mattress beneath you both, and his body hovering over you like a domineering predator - your mind is entirely clouded by him and just how amazing sex is.

"Faster." You finally say, urging him with a tug at his shirt, "Please go faster, daddy." And he does, holding tighter at the headboard as he angles his hips to fuck deeper into you. The pace, although not much faster, grants more friction against your gummy walls, as well as the grinding of his center into your neglected clit, "Y-Yes-" You gasp when his hips sputter a moment to readjust, "Nngh~! Please, please- more!"

Keigo is quick to shush you, already nervous about how loud your bed is under you both and how you don't seem to care at all that you both are far from alone in this home. Not that it isn't easy for him to forget too, especially with how you're holding onto him and desperately trying to hold back the filthy noises that bubble in your throat.

His hand lets go of your leg only to be kept pinned in place by his thigh, your body still spread open just for him, and his cock still angled to beat against your insides at that perfect angle. The same hand reaches up to the collar of your chiffon dress, tired of seeing your tits bouncing beneath the already thin fabric, so he easily solves the issue. In one swift motion, his fist tears the dress down the center, just enough to expose your chest to him.

A grunt leaves his throat at the pretty sight of your hard nipples and tits jumping in tune with his hips meeting the back of your thighs, "Hah~ I liked... I liked that dress-" He doesn't pay your complaints any mind, warm palms encasing around your breast to give it a curious squeeze, pleased at how soft they are against his fingers. He almost regrets not painting them with cum last week when you were so kindly sucking him off.

He finds himself so entranced with exploring your body, he loses himself in your heat, his hips sputtering and going rougher against your opening legs. The bed creaks louder un the weight of you both, mixed in with that of skin slapping skin and moans of pleasure. You find yourself enjoying the new mix of pleasure and intrusion, with his tip beating into you too deep yet all the while hitting all the right spots in the process - it feels so good you could sing.

Your toes curl when he pushes at a particular angle, zaps of bliss surging throughout your abdomen and straight to your center, "Th-There!" You squeal out, "Don't stop! Right there, please~!" Keigo looks down at your rolling eyes, pleased with the way your hands tug at his shirt and your legs have since wrapped around his hips. Who is he to deny you of what you want?

Keigo briefly released the headboard, pressing himself further against your body and trapping your knees against your chest. He can feel your walls gripping him, a sign that he is right on the spot that you claim to need him at right now. If he could, he would let you make as much noise as possible, however for now your mouth is silenced with the weight of his own. Soon, after his hips start up again.

"Mm~!" You cry into the sloppy kiss with every tearing thrust, his cock fully sinking inside of you and pressing into your sweet spot, only to pull out so much and sink back in once more. The speed at which he is going is dangerous, one hand still lazy holding at the back of your bed but it does nothing to silence the squeaking of the mattress, "Nngh~! Mm-" 

A hiss spills into your throat when your nails dig into his shoulders, no doubt crescent-shaped dents left behind in the wake of your vicious nails, "Fuck, (name)," He pants, the two of you inhaling and exhaling the same oxygen which does nothing to help with the burning in your lungs - not the either of you care, not with how tightly you're holding onto him and how roughly his tip is ruining every inch of your gummy walls.

"It feels funny-" You're unsure as to how to describe the fire coursing inside of your core, how it heats up and flickers only to gently die down for a moment just to come back twice as powerful, "Too much, too much, too much." Your words meet deaf ears, Keigo far more focused on every squeeze when pushing in, how his thighs are burning from constantly smacking into the back of yours, your hands unsure of where to hold, and your lips doing nothing to keep quiet.

From here on the vigor and determination only grow, no longer do his hips slow but rather desperately go faster as he fucks you, all he can think of is how good you will look full to the brim with his cum. He can't think of any better way to finish than inside of you, the consequences of such a decision would have to be dealt with later, at a time he would actually give a shit. 

And from your blissed-out expression, tears stinging the corners of your fluttering lashes, Keigo is sure you wouldn't mind the hot feeling of his cum spilling into you. He is almost certain you would enjoy it, especially when you were more than happy to taste his cum on your tongue.

"Keigo..." You whine, fingers pulling at the back of his wrinkled shirt, "I can't-" You cut yourself off by a gasp catching in your chest, arching yourself to press into his solid torso. He can see how close you are, how you are teetering at the edge of madness and pleasure and a hundred other emotions. This is the same face you had made earlier when his mouth was still suckling at your sloppy pussy.

"Does my baby need to cum?" The words come out in a harsh grunt, his palm pressing into your stomach to keep you pinned in place for him. You can only nod at the question, whining from the pressure at your abdomen that forces you to feel more in detail just how deep his cock is inside of you, by now your poor cervix is probably bruised and begging for a break with how he has forgotten to be more conscious of his thrusts, "So good... I can feel you getting tighter, do you need a little help?"

How could he possibly help? The torture of being so close but absolutely nothing helping you to cross between the line of satisfaction and euphoria. You had completely forgotten how it felt to climax, nothing but the privilege of being so full embedded entirely in your messy head, "P-P-Please~ please, please, please-" 

The hand once on the frame of your bed instead clasping over your loudmouth, "Shush," He warns one time only, "Don't make me ask you to be quiet again." His domineering aura leaves you fixated, calloused palms holding down your hips as he eases his cock out from within the depths of your hot walls. You want to complain, to whine that you don't want him to stop! However, you soon find that his hands are on yours, pulling you to the edge of your bed.

Keigo is gently the entire time, of course, all while his eyes pervertedly explore your body which he hadn't had a great look at from the compressed position you two were previously in. He guides you to lay back, this time on your stomach that pulsates at the loss, throbs at the afterglow of discomfort from having yet to find your release.

You feel naked, empty with a lack of touch - but it isn't long before his weight returns, the tip of his member teasing your entrance with leisurely swipes against your clit before he begins sinking back inside of you. You let out a soft moan, even arching your hips and trying to push back to hurry the process, but Keigo pins you immediately with his weight and roughs palms.

"Greedy girls don't get what they want," He whispers, one hand running over your soft ass before his fingers dig into the skin, "Now say please, baby." You hate how he stalls, wanting nothing more than to spit insults at him for playing with you like this - and yet, you wish he would continue to drive you mad until the end of time. Somehow his teasing antics are all the more attractive than simply being given what you crave.

Despite his urge for you to keep still, you can't help but push back and grinding into his dick, enjoying the way he moves around inside of you and massages at your overstimulated walls, "Please, daddy?" You whine into your bedsheet, little tears hanging from your lashes as you grow impatient with how his heavy cock just sits inside of you, "Pretty please, I'll be good, I promise!"

Keigo leans down over your back, your ass flush against his hips as he gently grinds into your sobbing heat, "You promise?" He repeats in your ear, grinning at your little moans of how it feels good, "Good girls don't break their promises, right?" You nod your head in agreeance, your hand reaching back as you push at his torso, silently telling him you don't want to wait anymore. He could do this all day, but he wants to cum just as much as you do.

A hand falls heavy at the back of your head, pushing your face deeper into your bedspread, the other hand quickly taking both of your wrists and holding them behind your back in a grip you just can't break free from - not that you want to.

Within no time, you find yourself squealing into the bed, muffled but loud enough for Keigo to hear as he brutally ruts into you. His eyes are glued down at where your bodies meet, entranced by the bounce of your body off of him with every demeaning thrust he gives. He can see how irritated and swollen your poor cunny is, not to mention just how wet and dirty you're getting his cock with your copious amounts of cum and juices.

"That's it, baby," He chuckles, no longer concerned for how the bed shifts beneath you both, "Take as much as you can, is this what you wanted?" He sees you subtly nod, far too drunk on all the pleasure currently intoxicating your body, "Fuck, doll... can't believe how dirty you are. You like getting fucked like this?" This time he only receives the string of gasps and moans that pour from your slack jaw, he wishes he could see your face but hearing you is just as good.

He loves how you squeeze him, how your pussy makes sloppy wet sounds with every thrust it takes, you've been such a good fuck for him, and yet he can't get enough! The only thing in his head right now because how pretty you look in this position, your plush ass cushioning every jerk of his hips, how the chiffon dress he ruined now hangs loosely from your shoulders and is barely covering your backside at all.

Even now, as slutty as you sound and scandalous you look with hickeys on your neck and faint teeth marks on your shoulder, he can't help but to compare you to that of an angel of some sort. He could watch you like this forever, hear the sounds you make even longer, and be more than happy to give you anything you want until you are worn and tired and sore.

"C-Cum-" You gasp, finally able to turn your head to the side and breathe despite his hand still keeping your head firmly in place, "I-I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm-" Keigo looks down at his cock ramming into you, grinning at how tightly you're squeezing him. He watches your entire body tense up under the intensity of your climax, your thighs quivering and hips sputtering to try and get away from the overstimulation he causes.

If he were looking at you right now, he is sure tears would be pouring from your pretty eyes and those lips of yours hanging open as if you're silently yelling. He can imagine it now, still fucking into you but careful not to hurt you, his own climax right around the corner - even now, he is set on filling you.

"A-Ah, ah, ah~!" You wail in tune with each thrust forward, "K-K-Keigo-" Nothing but incoherent blubber comes from you, meaningless sound and whines of his name, your fingers balled into fists despite his tight hold on your wrists behind your back. God, he adores every inch of you, even if you can have enough attitude for him and you both.

"Fuck, I'm close, baby..." He releases your arms, body folding into you and his chest pressing into your back, his hips not at all faltering in the way he gets off to your cunny. Your used and abused pussy unable to do much other than hold his cock, practically milking it in desperation to get him to cum fast as it can barely take any more, "I'm gonna cum inside of you, doll... is that alright?" He breathes into your shoulder, pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses at the hot and sweaty skin.

Nothing leaves your mouth, however, your sneaky hips working against his thrusts to get him to cum is all that needs to be said. The first time he saw you he never picked you to be as filthy and sinful as you are, you looked like a sweet vanilla lover, yet here he is on the verge of cumming and despite how exhausted you are all you want is to feel his cum painting your insides white.

Keigo's hips begin to grow sloppy with their movements, his cock twitching inside of you, and his hands desperately digging into the bed on each side of your head. You feel completely caged beneath him, sharing your body heat with his, a mess of sweat and filthy sticking from his skin to yours. And you love it all.

"Shit, shit, fuck-" You tense up beneath him as you feel warmth pool into your stomach, Keigo's arms quick with burying under you and pulling you into him with a tight hug. You can feel his hitched, strained breathing against your neck as he hides his face behind you, "Aaah..." He sighs, quiet in comparison to you but his sounds of euphoria fill you with tingles knowing it was you who brought him to this point.

His cock leaves not an inch of your walls untainted, your stomach swirling with glee, satisfied to have finally gotten all that it wanted. The afterglow is something to bask in, like a bunch of tiny butterflies dancing in your chest and a singular ray of lay shining down on you both. You must be losing it, for your body feels as relaxed as it did when you spent last summer at your aunt's beach house. 

The two of you lay as you are, his cock still inside of you, plugging all of the mess in your walls. His arms tight around you and his face nuzzling into the crook of your tender neck, aching from all ruckus you two had gone through. To say that you don't feel sore everywhere would be a lie, in fact, only now do your legs burn and insides churn with how rough and out of touch you both became.

Although the silence in itself is comforting, you find the position with all of his weight over you doing nothing to help with your poor muscles. Your head turns slowly, blonde hair engulfing your vision, it seems the gel couldn't do much to help his hair as it is nothing but a mess of wavy tangles, "... Keigo?" His head looks up, golden eyes meeting yours in a charming mix of satisfaction and exhaustion.

He gets the message, his body slowly pulling from yours like two sticky pieces of tapes, his cock coming out along with a spill of his cum dripping down your thighs. He stares a moment, his pride stroked by the sight of you laying there so full, completely used, and in need of sleep. Keigo looks down at his shirt, the only article of clothing he is still wearing to see that his sweat and yours had completely soaked through the fabric, not that he entirely minds with several other white shirts waiting for him at home.

Two very familiar hands begin to help you move up the bed, eyes burning into you as you crawl up to your pillows and sink into their comfort, leaving space beside you for the blonde if he so chooses to stay. The space doesn't fill, and so you open your eyes to see him pulling his briefs back on, "Are you leaving?" You ask in a whisper, drawing his attention.

"I should," He says, tossing aside your discarded panties to pick up his jeans, "You should rest, too." He isn't necessarily being cold towards you, but somehow his way of speaking and mannerism isn't at all how it had been this last hour and a half. You can't say you didn't expect it, but that doesn't mean you like it, either.

You hum at his words, your ruined night dress nothing but loose tendrils of nothing hanging from you, your breasts very much exposed and you couldn't care less about how you need to cool off right now. Of course, Keigo taking in the sight of you as he redressed himself, comparing you to old renaissance photos of partially nude women surrounded by baby angels, fruits, and sometimes other nude people. If anything, you're like the old Greek statues.

He should just slip through the window and call it a night, treat this is any other fling - but you're far from any woman he has been with, and as much as he knows you're addicted to him, he can't help but think it is him who is completely wrapped around your finger. He saunters to the edge of your bed, one hand placed your head and the other reaching up to cup the side of your face, his chapped lips slotting with yours for a warm kiss.

Quickly you return it, a small smile curling into your lips as he tastes your tongue one last time, memorizing your fingers in his disheveled strands of hair. As he pulls away, your teeth take hold of his bottom lip, coaxing him right back for another kiss he just can't say no to. A small grunt rumbles in the center of his chest at how you wrap yourself around him, movements fluid and graceful like a snake and he falls right into it.

Somehow, he winds up back in bed beside you, your body crawling on top of his and your face right against his neck.

He could try again, roll you off of him and tuck you in before slipping out the window. He should do all those things but your thighs are so soft in his hands, and your gentle breathing is like a lullaby that rocks his already drowsy head into an inevitable sleep.

"We should do that again." Comes your voice completely nonchalant, are you simply not tired? He almost wants to laugh, to tease you for it, but his eyes look down at your face, your eyes shut and sweat still sticking to your brow, "I'm not saying now, pervert... unless you want to."

"I think we've given your father enough of a heart attack," He chuckles, brushing his fingers over your exposed back, "And I think we both could use rest, don't you think?"

The room falls silent for a moment, and he thinks you may have drifted off, so he lays back to close his own eyes. However, he finds that the weight on top of him shifts, and when he opens his eyes you're sitting up in his lap with a small smile, "I lied about him being home..." You admit, "I had to see if you wanted me as bad as I wanted you." And you did get your answer, remembering how eager he was despite the risk of someone possibly hearing.

There was no way you would have sex with someone who wasn't willing to take risks for you.

Your confession leaves him in shock, had he heard you correctly? This whole time he was worried about the man downstairs when in reality, the man isn't even downstairs or anywhere in the home? Keigo watches you lay back down on him, your nose brushing his playfully as if you hadn't just blown his mind with the news you relayed.

But then it has him thinking... here he has a very, very beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who very much enjoys being with him in more ways than one, with a large home all to herself for who knows how long. Keigo lays silently for a few minutes, watching your fingers trace at his chest and your eyes boredly staring up at him, waiting for any sort of response.

"Well," He sighs in defeat, fingers tapping at your lower back while he pieces his words together, "It would be a shame to not take advantage of this empty home, wouldn't you agree, doll?"