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“This doesn’t really feel like a reprimanding,” Sero grinned, his large, calloused hand snaking around Shouto’s waist, pulling her closer only for Shouto’s palm to smack against his forehead, stopping his sleazy grin from getting any closer to her.
The corners of Shouto’s mouth pulled down into a pout, “This is reprimanding because you get to see my disappointed face and then you’ll feel bad and stop being stupid and getting hurt for no reason,” she bit, slamming the first aid kit shut, uselessly swatting his hand off her hip like she didn’t actually like it there.
“For you,” Sero cut in, taking Shouto’s hand in his and pulling her into a feather-light kiss, her eyes fluttering closed as she wilted against his chest. His comment only made her whine.
“I don’t want you getting all hurt for me,” she grumbled, resting her head on Sero’s wounded shoulder. She hated the feeling of the fresh bandage under the soft pads of her fingers. If the wound had been any closer….
“That is why your father hired me, isn’t it? ‘Bodyguard’ is my official title,” he pointed out, shifting his hand to the peak of Shouto’s hip to run a comforting thumb against the bone.
“I can protect myself,” Shouto continued to fight, her frown deepening. She circled a freshly manicured finger around the frayed edges of her bodyguard’s bandages. The raven-haired man raised an eyebrow at her, a smug grin on his face, “Oh yeah, princess? You think all that bratiness you got in you is enough to fight off more than a couple low life gangsters?”
The air around them shifted, sitting heavy like fog, sticky their skin leaving Shouto’s throat scratchy like the first time she’d taken a puff from Sero’s cigarette in an act of rebellion against her father. She gulped, nodding wordlessly as her eyes glossed over, boring holes into the snake bites of Sero’s bottom lip.
Truthfully, she hated that he was only there to protect her. It always came with that same feeling of sticky nicotine swirling through her gut, polluting her lungs every time he came home bruised and bleeding and running to comfort her shaking limbs. If she had any say in it, Sero wouldn’t be her bodyguard. It could be someone else– anyone else– but removing him from that position would mean that their allowed proximity would diminish. God, she hated seeing him like this.
She dragged a gentle hand against the distressed tattoo on his shoulder, a taunting snake that coiled around his bicep, head now severed by thick scar tissue. If he didn’t have to protect her then he wouldn’t have to break his body like this so often, he wouldn’t have to put his life on the line for her. She hated knowing that this was her doing.
“Are you just gonna tell them ‘no,’ and do the opposite of what they say and expect them to keel over for you like I do?” Sero bit playfully against her ear, face tickled by her soft locks as he emphasized his words with a soft pinch against the meaty part of Shouto’s full hips, pulling her closer as she jumped at the sting. “You want other men at your feet? Am I not enough, princess? Don’t I look good down there?” He hissed, breath hot against her neck, hand pulling back from her hip to rub at her inner thigh. “Do you really think they could do a better job? I haven’t even gotten you on my dick and you scream my name until you lose your voice, babygirl.” He taunted, bringing his hand to a halt just centimeters away from where she wanted it the most.
“H-hanta—” She stuttered out, squeezing her thighs together in a pathetic attempt to ignore the fire in her gut. “I’ve been thinking about what you said…” She started, stuttering with every breath at the sweltering, open-mouthed kisses Hanta left on her skin, the sweet suckle making her shiver. “ Your offer, I mean,” she clarified.
A chuckle left Hanta’s nose with a sharp exhale, “It wasn’t quite an offer, princess. You offered and I told you that I… wasn’t the right fit for you.” He said nonchalantly, like he couldn’t care less about whether or not he had Shouto wrapped around his little finger.
Now that hurt. She knows he didn’t mean it like that. That’s not what he said at the time, but she didn’t think that he would reject her pointblank.. For all the things Hanta tolerated and agreed to she didn’t think that this was where he drew the line.
“Don’t think so hard, baby girl.” A sharp gasp filled her lungs as she felt a small pin prick of pain jolt through her forehead. Pulled out of her thoughts, she sent a death glare straight to her protector.
“What was that for?” Shouto whined, rubbing the pad of her finger against the pulsing area that Hanta had just flicked.
“I’m not rejecting you, baby,” He said as if he’d been in her mind.
“Then why won’t you–!” Shouto couldn’t even finish her thought, her frustration weighing heavy on her tongue as tears rose, sending that icky jolt of electricity through the skin around her eyes. “It’s just sex,” she finally huffed out, breath coming out in pants as she tried to push down her tears, her hands coming up to roughly wipe away the droplets that had escaped.
Hanta’s sigh mirrored hers, but with a tinge of distaste, “It’s not just sex. That’s not what I do,” he started to explain. “When I’m in that mindset… baby, you know you’re a brat, right?” He asked, exasperated, running his fingers through his messy waves..
“I am not a brat! I just know my worth!” Shouto hissed, attempting to land a light smack against Hanta’s shoulder, stopped by a sturdy grip around her wrist. Annoyance replaced the disappointment in her chest causing her to raise another hand in a second attempt at playfully striking her bodyguard to which he caught again. She struggled against his grip, heat wrapping around her shoulders in the embarrassing realization that even through this one, tiny action she wouldn’t be able to brat her way out if she truly got what she wanted.
Her fight wore thin the more she thought about it. She knew what she wanted. She wanted Hanta to be her dom– her daddy. She knew he was a good one by the stories he’d told. Nothing in detail about his past submissives, not even the bad stuff that she would’ve let him talk her ear off about. He was kind even with how strict he was. He never administered a punishment that wasn’t deserved. She wanted him. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a good dom, but now she was hit with the sudden thought that she might not be a good submissive. Not for Hanta, at least. The fight that had been directed at Hanta not even a handful of minutes ago now waged a war in her mind
“You know I don’t tolerate brats–” Hanta started again and it pissed her off. She knows this. He might as well just tell her that he’s quitting and never wants to see her again.
“Even if it’s me?” Shouto whispered against his cheek, eyes shutting softly to stop the tears from bubbling, cutting him off from the supposed assault he was about to spew.
“Especially if it’s you,” he bit, grinding his teeth as if to not give into his vices. It’s not like Hanta didn’t have eyes. It’s not like he hadn’t been pushing down his feelings. He could control himself with the little touches. The swipes of his tongue against her nipples, a hand toying at her sensitive clit, but that all contributing to the problem. Hanta wasn’t sure how much further he’d be able to control himself. He was hired to protect his boss’s daughter. If he loaded this gun he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stop it from firing. If Enji ever found out the relationship they had– what this could turn into– he’d be on death’s door. More than that, he wouldn’t know what to do… how to live with himself if he ever hurt Shouto.
The air hung heavy around them like a thick fog clouding their vision. What did she start? Neither of them would be feeling like this if she hadn’t said anything. Maybe it was better if Hanta quit. He’d be safer that way. He wouldn’t get hurt because of her.
Her eyes began to water as the thoughts filled her head. She distantly heard Hanta calling for her, she felt his thumb run against the skin that her shirt exposed as it rode up her body, but doubt and humiliation wrapped its arms around her. She couldn’t bear to look at him. If she did she knew she would crumble into a million tiny pieces that even Hanta couldn’t put back together. Shouto kept her head down, her bangs falling in front of her face, eyes focused on the growing red dot that began to weep against the cotton that wrapped around Hanta’s chest.
“Oh,” She hummed, drawing shapes atop the wound distantly feeling Hanta’s gaze on her.
“It’s fine, Shou. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt,” Hanta assured, watching her finger dance hearts against the expanse of his chest before his eyes trailed to her pout.
God, he adored her. He was so totally and utterly entranced. From her carefully painted toes to the messily parted mop of red and white on her head he wanted her. He wanted her to be his princess, his submissive. He would cherish her, protect her, teach her. He admired the way her dewey skin glowed under the soft light, how she gnawed on her lip as complaints of his recklessness flooded her brain.
Their eyes met, a blush growing high on their cheeks like they’d been caught with the thoughts they refused to speak.
A newfound determination bubble in Shouto’s chest. This wasn’t like her. She took what she wanted, she trusted herself like she couldn’t trust anyone else (anyone else besides Hanta). If she wanted to be his submissive, then dammit, she was going to be his submissive. With a huff of unwavering resolution she rose to her knees, her bodyguard throwing her a look of confusion.
“Shou? What are you doing?” He questioned, firmly planting his hands on her frame, squirming contradictingly, shifting to make room for whatever Shouto had in mind.
“Sit still, Han!” She scolded, trying to find her balance.
“Here, just put your knee– Ouch! Shou, my chest– you’re pushing on it…” Hanta gasped out, his stoic expression beginning to slip as pain bore its way inside.
“Shit, sorry! Let me just–” She whimpered, somehow finding her upper body draped over the back of the couch, her knees yet to leave their original placement.
“It’s fine, babe,” he reassured through a scrunched face, hooking his forearms underneath the cleft of Shouto’s ass to reposition her.
An embarrassed whine left Shouto’s lips, “Wait, I’m stuck.” She kicked and thrashed, wiggling her foot from its confines in the leg hole of Hanta’s boxers.
“I got you,” Hanta hushed, running a rough hand down her leg before tugging at the fabric and setting her free, “See? I got you.”
She settled down in his lap, their faces mere centimeters apart, heavily painted with pink from that trainwreck.
“Is this okay?” The mob boss’s daughter asked between pants as they caught their breath like they hadn’t just spent an embarrassingly long amount of time trying to get situated. She adjusted herself so that they were flush, chest to chest and crotch to crotch once.Hanta hummed his reply, his gaze focused on her lips, but that wasn’t good enough for her. She wanted his undivided attention. With mischief spreading across her lips she rolled her hips, grinding her soft bits down onto Hanta’s bulge.
“Shouto,” Hanta breathed out in a stern voice, the absence of a cute nickname sending a foreign feeling down her spine. “What’s all this about?” He asked with a straight face, his resolve quickly cracking as Shouto began leaning in.
“I’ve decided,” buzzed from her lips straight into Hanta’s, so close yet so far. Teasing. “Nothing can make me change my mind. I still want you,” she declared, threading her fingers through Hanta’s locks still gritty with product. She sent her statement home with a harsh rock of her hips as he leaned in to intertwine their lips, “I want you to be my daddy,” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes fluttering closed.
Shouto couldn’t help the whimper that left her lips as she felt Hanta kiss her back, his tongue dipping in just slightly before retreating, filling her with need. She sucked in a deep inhale through her nose as she fought to get impossibly closer. She wanted more. She loved the way his arms felt around her, pulling her in like he’d lose her if he didn’t. The heat, the want– the need– in her chest spread like fire across her skin, settling right where she made a mess of her tiny shorts. It made her claw and tug at the hair that rested at the base of Hanta’s neck.
“Please, daddy,” She grunted out lowly as pleasure made her breath hitch, “I don’t care if you’re strict. I don’t care if you punish me until my ass is black and blue or until I can’t feel my legs,” she babbled, teeth nipping at Hanta’s lips with her refusal to pull away as she fiddled with the waistband of her shorts, futally trying to rip them off.
Hanta’s hands snapped to her wrists, squeezing them firmly, but not enough to hurt, “Slow down, princess,” he mumbled, bringing Shouto’s hips to a slow stop. It made Shouto want to cry. What else did she have to do to convince Hanta to be her daddy?
“No! I’ll be so good that you won’t even have to punish me! Hanta, please! I’ll be such a good girl, I’ll be your good girl,” Shouto cried, dropping her head into the crook of Hanta’s neck, the twitch of her little clit making her squirm in his lap.
She felt Hanta’s chest start to bounce in laughter, his breath leaving his nose and hitting her sweat-soaked skin, mocking her. She lifted her head with a deep frown and piercing, mismatched eyes, “What’s so fun–” she was about to bite before Hanta’s voice interrupted her.
“Do you really want to fuck on a couch, princess?” His voice dropped an octave, rumbling so sweetly through Shouto’s chest, sending arousal straight to her little clitty.
Shouto’s face softened before morphing into surprise. She shook her head, not trusting her voice to keep her moan in. Hanta’s eyes darkened at that, giving her thigh a quick pinch.
“With me you will learn to use your voice. Good girls use their words, bad girls get nothing. Now, do you want to fuck on this couch?” He asked once more, excitement running down Shouto’s spine.
“N-No, I don’t want to fuck on the couch,” She breathed out all too quietly, pulling a corner of Hanta’s mouth in disappointment.
“What was that, princess? I couldn’t quite hear you,” her bodyguard– no, her daddy shook his head, lifting hers with a hooked finger under her chin. She gnawed at her bottom lip as she was forced to look into obsidian eyes.
She scrunched her eyes closed, air filling her lungs with determination as her eyes snapped open. Just because she couldn’t be a brat didn’t mean that she couldn’t be confident, “Daddy, I don’t want you to fuck me on the couch. Please, bring me upstairs and fuck me on my bed. I’ve spent so many nights imagining you taking me there,” she clarified, hope glistening in her eyes.
“Jesus christ,” Hanta whispered through gritted teeth, “You’ve done it now,” he growled, pulling Shouto into a searing kiss. With one arm wrapped tightly around her waist and the other snug under her ass Hanta stood up, his princess yelping into his mouth.
Fire ran under Shouto’s skin, radiating from her core as they fumbled around the living room, scrambling for a guiding wall to lead them up the stairs. They refused to separate, their teeth creating a dull ache in their lips with every nip and pull. Shouto’s hands found their rightful place back in Hanta’s messy locks, wrenching his hair from his scalp with the need for more.
“Watch the hands, princess. If you want something then ask for it,” he scolded against her lips, hand coming up to tap at her wrist, silently urging her to let go.
Shouto whined into the kiss, untangling her fingers from the raven strands, hooking her ankles together, digging into Hanta’s lower back, “Please, more!” She cried. Not a single thought ran through her head, she didn’t even know what she was asking for but butterflies filled her chest when pain radiated across her back. Hanta slammed her against the wall as his hand swatted the air in search of the doorknob, so close yet so far, their lips intertwining almost painfully as they let their hunger take over.
“Off, off,” she huffed, trusting Hanta completely to be able to hold her full body weight as she tore at her shirt, willing it off her body, seams popping with every tug. Her tank was effectively stretched beyond wearability by the time her back hit her soft mattress. Her two-toned hair splayed like a halo around her pretty face, worn neckhole exposing her bare, plump tits.
Hanta leaned down, running his fingers down her body, toying with the useless useless fabric. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he breathed out evenly like he wasn’t hard and leaking in his shorts. “Are you sure you want this, baby?”
Shouto rolled her eyes, fighting a whine in her throat, “How many times do I have to tell you that I want this. I want you.” She huffed.
“Shou… baby… I’m going to absolutely devour you. I’m going to use you,” Hanta looked down, eyes darkening, making Shouto’s breath come to a halt at how domineering he looked. “Shou,” he started, draping his body over Shouto’s to whisper in her ear, “When I get like this I don’t stop. I’m not gonna stop until I’ve had my fill.”
It made Shouto’s breath catch in her throat. She wanted it. This was her ultimate fantasy, she touched herself countless times to the thought of being used like a toy. She wanted to be Hanta’s toy.
“Give it to me. I’m ready. I–”
Hanta cut her off, straightening back up as his face leveled out into one of power as he ran a finger up her belly, letting it dance at the hem of her shirt, “You don’t care about this shirt do you?” He asked, almost bored, receiving a shake of Shouto’s head in reply.
“It’s already ruined— Hanta!” She yelped, watching as he tore her shirt in half like it was a piece of paper, his lean muscles bulging past his bandages, the blood stain over his chest spreading further and further along the cotton.
“Is that what you call me, princess?” He asked, breath hot against her chest, scattering wet, open mouthed kisses onto her supple skin, fiddling with the waistband of her itty, bitty shorts.
“No,” was all Shouto could rasp out, voice scratchy against her throat.
“What do you call me?” Hanta growled, yanking the cloth until she was bare.
“Daddy!” She yelped as the cold air hit her throbbing clit.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he praised, Shouto’s thighs clamping shut as a new wave of arousal hit, the action earning a tsk from her daddy.
Hanta ran gentle hands up and down her thighs, slowly spreading him apart, “So fucking beautiful,” he said before leaning down to leave a hot kiss against the tip of Shouto’s bud. Her back arched off the bed, the warmth unfamiliar to her. Hanta growled as he sucked all of her into his mouth, disliking the constant tug of his hair that Shouto seemed to favor. He roughly removed his hands, pinning them to either side of Shouto’s hips, letting her free with a pop.
“What did I tell you about your hands?” He flicked his eyes up, an aura so intimidating that it made Shouto’s blood run cold even from his position between her legs. “Let daddy take care of you,” he commanded with soft eyes. “Keep your hands to yourself, okay, princess?”
With that he mouthed at her heat, laving slowly, linking their hands together as he pulled sound after sweet sound from her mouth with every bob of his head. Her legs shook, Shouto’s moans climbing higher and higher as her chest filled with euphoria. This was what she’d been dreaming about. Hanta was finally touching her and though he was moving leisurely she wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Daddy, I can’t– ‘m close,” she whined, thrashing against his hold, wanting more than anything to thread her hands in his hair once more.
Hanta picked up the pace, sucking a gentle rhythm as he swirled his tongue over anything and everything he could reach. An arm came across Shouto’s hips, keeping her from bucking up into her daddy’s mouth as she ran closer and closer to her orgasm, scorching waves of heat pulsing from her gut. He hummed in pride as he listened to her moans grow louder with each passing suck, the vibration bolting straight through Shouto’s body. Hanta’s mouth was quickly filled with her climax, sweet and thick on his tongue. Deciding to be merciful, he ran a comforting thumb against her hip bone, leaving gentle licks to guide her through her orgasm, watching her body jerk in blinding pleasure with wonder of how she’d be able to handle the overstimulation that would take place later that night. He popped up with a lewd slurp making sure to swallow as much of her sticky mess as he could.
“Shhh, there you go. There’s my princess. You did so good, sweetheart. Came so good and hard for me,” Hanta praised quietly against her sensitive bud as it twitched with every breath.
Shouto’s gasps filled his ears making his insides tremble with satisfaction, charcoal eyes drooping half-lidded and hazy as he watched her chest bounce with each desperate gulp of breath. She was drinking in the air, barely recovering before Hanta slipped down further. Manipulating her jelly legs he bent them at the knees, planting her feet flat on the bed just enough to expose her twitching hole.
“Did you feel good? Have fun?” He asked, touch like lightning against her skin, “It’s my turn to feel good now. Gonna use you,” he warned, licking a slow, fat stripe against her entrance.
Shouto whined deep in her throat, hips doing their best to jump away from the stimulation, but all she could do was take and she loved it. She threw her head back, twisting and turning as Hanta sealed his mouth over her hole and sucked.
“Daddy, please! Inside! Need you inside!” She sobbed at the first push of Hanta’s tongue into her. He pushed in as far as he could, nose buried in her addictive scent.
The bodyguard hummed, unbothered. “I was just inside you, baby,” he pointed out, his sinful tongue hanging out of his mouth. Shouto would learn to use her words properly with Hanta.
“No!” She wailed, tears pricking her eyes, overstimulation quickly building. “Your cock! Your cock, daddy, please! I can’t take it anymore! Want to cum on your cock!” Her body shook as hot tears ran down her face, settling uncomfortably in her ears.
“Oh, baby, you’re gonna cum on my cock so much that you’ll lose count,” he reassured her, pausing to gather his spit onto his tongue before spitting straight into Shouto’s needy cunt.
Hanta climbed up, settling next to his princess, propping himself up on his elbow. “You look so pretty when you cry,” he praised, brushing her tears away with his thumb before sticking two of his fingers deep in her mouth, “So cry some more for me, yeah?” Shouto’s eyes widened at the intrusion, hands snapping up just to stop midair as she remembered Hanta’s command.
“Good girl, fuck. See? So much better when you’re not a brat.” His cock twitched with interest as Shouto’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, the heavenly sound of gagging filling Hanta’s senses coupled with the delicious squeeze of her throat around his fingers.
“There you go. Choke on my fingers,” He cooed. “Get them all nice and wet for me so I can split you open.”
Shouto keened at that. It was so thrilling, it made her want to work so much harder for her daddy. She made such a mess of his fingers, licking and slurping, humming in delight as she swallowed them down like it was his cock. Rewards for her actions formed on the tip of Hanta’s tongue as he craned his neck to leave kitten licks against her nipple, sucking it into his mouth just to pop off when her tongue came to a halt from all the pleasure. Gentle kisses against Shouto’s softly shut eyelids reminded her to continue the task at hand with renewed vigor.
“Okay, baby, okay. You did so good. Got my fingers all nice and wet like I told you to,” Hanta pulled his hands away, his digits glistening in the light just like Shouto’s face, tears and slobber drenching her chin and cheeks.
“Please fuck me now,” she purred obediently, any trace of bratiness wiped clear from her mind. She looked up at Hanta with child-like innocence in contrast to the way her stomach was doing summersaults at the anticipation. She was being so good for her daddy, what more could she do to get him to fuck her?
“Shhh, daddy’s taking care of you, remember? I got you, princess,” the bodyguard gently reminded, capturing her lips with his once more as his spit-lubed fingers made their way past Shouto’s shaking legs and straight to her excited pussy. The rough pads of his fingers circled torturously slow, pushing just enough until there was a hint of give before pulling back to continue his pets. Shouto wanted to huff against his lips, roll her eyes at how he was babying her. She wanted to tell him that she’d fucked her own hole before— her collection of dildos of varying sizes would do a great job of explaining that to him. She wantedto be a brat, but she trusted her daddy. With how well he treated her outside the bedroom she’s sure that he’d stay true to his word and it felt so damn good when he looked at her with those proud eyes. The ones that told her that there wasn’t a single ounce of regret. Instead she lets out a soft sigh, her muscles relaxing as a whine buzzes against Hanta’s lips at the feeling of his finger finally breaching her hole.
“Good girl. That’s my princess. I knew you could follow instructions,” he praised, gifting her with a firmer push, his finger slipping in until the second knuckle.
Little gasps of ha, ha, ha’s left Shouto’s glossy lips with every thrust, air rushing into her lungs so fast that the shockwave rippled deliciously through her breasts when it suddenly became too much. Hanta slammed the palm of his hand against her ass, filling her to the brim with his finger.
“Oh, is it too much, princess? You’re already so tight around me and it’s only one finger. I don’t think my cock will be able to fit into your little hole. What do you think, baby?” He chidded against her ear, wild locks tickling her face as he grinded against her hip. His fingers picked up speed, thrusting in deep, powerful strokes guaranteed to leave a cute little bruise on her ass in the shape of his palm.
Shouto choked on her tears as the pleasure began its slow ascension, Hanta’s teasing words slipping away from her when he added another finger. “I’ll make it fit, don’t worry. Look how you’re opening up for me. Go ahead, look down for me. Look at how deep my fingers are fucking you,” he encouraged, shifting to sit up so he could tuck a large hand under Shouto’s head, so careful as to not tug on her hair. He helped support her, raising Shouto just enough so that she could mewl and whimper as she watched Hanta’s freshly manicured digits pound into her hole.
Her head fell heavy in his hand, the sight adding too much stimulation for her to handle, especially if Hanta had yet to put in his cock. Especially because she’d already cum from just her daddy’s mouth on her clit.
Hanta kept an observant eye on her. The way her belly contracted in waves and her legs were restless, jerking and kicking like she truly didn’t want to feel this good. He couldn’t help but stare at the way she gnawed at her plush bottom lip, the remnants of her gloss smeared across her face and his. God, she was fucking breathtaking.
He slipped a third finger inside, slowing his pace in favor of letting her adjust to which she softly grumbled. His apology came in the form of searching fingers, massaging her walls until he crooked his fingers just right.
“Daddy!” Shouto screamed, eyes shooting wide open as Hanta began to assault her sensitive bundle of nerves. “No! Daddy I’m gonna cum! It’s too much! Want to cum on your cock, please!” She pleaded, attempting to clamp her legs shut as her orgasm began to ripple through her body.
She hadn’t even notice that Hanta had slipped away, stripping himself of his bottoms after fishing for the lube that sat on Shouto’s bedside table. She lay on her bed in a daze, barely registering the way the bed dipped and the loud click of a cap, only taking a sharp breath in when Hanta’s cold, lubed fingers massaged her entrance once again.
“Are you with me, princess?” Hanta asked patiently, rubbing his hands in soothing circles around her bent knees.
Shouto hummed in confusion, “Hmmm? Are you gonna fuck me now?” She asked just barely above a whisper.
“Oh, princess,” Hanta sighed, “If you’re already this fucked out after two orgasms I don’t know how you’ll be able to handle me at a hundred percent. I’ll have to go easy on you today,” he decided, settling on his haunches as he massaged Shouto’s hips.
Shouto was about to cry out, beg for Hanta to give her a hundred percent. She could take it— she wanted to take it, but she barely had control of her tongue. The only thing she could do was grasp onto Hanta’s shoulders, hooking her arms around his, pulling him close enough for her to sink her teeth into his muscle as he pushed in so painfully slow.
Even with all the prep, taking Hanta in was a stretch. It burned. She doesn’t think that any of her toys could’ve prepared her for the overwhelming feeling of Hanta filling her up with something so hot. She’d never felt something pulse inside her before; no array of silicone could compare to what she was feeling right now.
“Hey, breathe for me, princess,” Hanta reminded, breath so steady you wouldn’t have been able to guess that he was halfway in even if you had your ear pressed up against the door.
Hanta wasn’t actually mean. He was selfish when it came to his dick, but above anything else he wanted to make sure that Shouto was comfortable. He cupped Shouto’s cheek in a hot hand, “Look at me, baby.” He urged, continuing his instruction as soon as their eyes locked, “Take a deep breath in with me. Ready?” He guided, making sure they took in a handful of air, feeling Shouto’s vice grip loosen a fraction of a millimeter.
“I’m gonna start now, okay? Remember the rules,” He clarified, “If you really want to stop, if you really can’t take it anymore, either squeeze my fingers or yell your father’s name, okay?” Hanta instructed.
Shouto had half a mind to quirk her eyebrow in confusion. Her father’s name? She was about to part her lips in question, but Hanta beat her to the punch, snapping his hips so rough that a sharp strike of skin against skin pierced the air. It felt like Shouto was being ripped open from the inside, her walls making way for Hanta, morphing to his shape so he’d stay there forever. Her chest filled with joy. This is what she’d been dying for. Imagining everything down to the way Hanta’s breath would feel against her sweat soaked skin, gentle wind blowing through the peach fuzz that covered her body.
Now she had it. The way his hands squeezed her hips in a bruising grip, his hair tickling her skin as he leaned down, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he alternated between slow, deep pumps and quick bursts that punched right into her gut. She moaned like a grade A pornstar, all inhibitions out the window as she let the pleasure take over.
“Ah! Ah! Nngh~! Close! Daddy, I’m–” Shouto’s back arched off the mattress, knuckles going white as she fisted the sheets. She could barely breathe, every inhale interrupted by gritty, strangled moans. Heat rippled under her skin, a blinding pleasure she’d never felt before.
“Already cumming, princess? I’ve barely even started,” Hanta goaded, dirty smirk stretching his lips as he rutted his hips in a scooping motion until Shouto’s vision became spotty. He abused the sensitive spot embedded in her walls. He kept up his punishing pace, watching as Shouto’s orgasm gushed out of her body.
All Shouto could comprehend was the harsh plaps of her daddy’s hips clashing against hers, her mind refusing to register that her orgasm was forced into extension. It wasn’t until Hanta’s thrusts began to feel like sandpaper that she began to howl in overstimulation. Despite all the lube, the friction was quickly becoming too much. She had barely caught her breath when she began to feel the prickling feeling of another orgasm in her stomach.
“Wait! I can’t so quickly! I just came, please give me a second!” The mafia boss’s daughter sputtered, Hanta’s current number one rule just a memory as her hands scrambled for any type of grounding she could reach. She slapped a palm on the chiseled V of Hanta’s pelvis in an attempt for mercy, eyes scrunched closed as her senses began slipping from her control.
She got anything but as a growl reverberated through her chest. She cracked an eye open, her soul curling in onto itself when she saw the dark expression that had fallen over her bodyguard’s face.
“What did I tell you about those hands, brat?” He barked, hips slowing down without losing intensity, his muscles working hard to punch right into Shouto’s hole with every word. Shock corked Shouto’s throat, voice stuck in a thick lump as Hanta smacked her hand away from him, catching it midair while reaching for the other, clamping iron hands around her wrists.
“I gave you one rule, didn’t I? Keep your hands to yourself. Do you not trust me, princess? Do you not think I can make you feel good, you have to go on and try doing it by yourself?” He grunted through gritted teeth, yanking Shouto by the arms, slamming her back down onto his cock. Shouto was forced to take it, just like Hanta had promised.
He kept true to his word, using her in every way possible. Four orgasms later, while Shouto was floating on a cloud of never ending pleasure, pain vanishing into thin air she’d convinced herself that Hanta had to be wearing a strap. There was no way he’d pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her and he hadn’t cum once. The only thing proving her theory wrong was the way Hanta’s cock jumped inside her whenever she clamped down around him.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so good. Look at you all stupid on my cock. All you’re good for is taking my cock, huh?” Hanta huffed heavily. He’d let go of her wrists two climaxes ago, Shouto having been boneless by then, no breath of struggle uttered as tears began to sit on her lashes.
Shouto nodded in agreement like a mindless little bobblehead, whimpering out as her need revved up. She needed more. “Want your cum. Please give it to me, Han,” she murmured.
Hanta couldn’t even fault her for her slip up. She was stripped bare, her true feelings seeping through. She trusted Hanta with all her heart and loved him with her entire soul. He felt his chest swell as he began losing control, his calculated thrusts becoming frantic ruts as he took in Shouto in her entirety. She looked like heaven— she was heaven. With how much she thrashed against the bed, her hair still fell flawlessly around her frame. The tears in her lashes beading like morning dew, her lips as plump and delicious as the mochi she enjoyed every night after dinner as Hanta massaged her feet.
“Hah~ fuck, so perfect for me, Shou. My good girl. Mine, mine, mine,” He whispered out as he felt his orgasm begin to peak. “Gonna fill you up so good,” he declared, grinding against her with no method at all, just the intention of cumming right into her tight hole. He was stripping himself bare, his facade cracking as sensitivity shot through his cock. He fought to drive home with the same strength he started with, but the pleasure was consuming him. He extended an arm to catch himself, hand landing above Shouto’s shoulder. He focused on her fucked out face, softly gasping as his orgasm peaked. Every spurt of his cock was emphasized by a sharp snap of his hips.
“Yes! Thank you– fuck– thank you. Wanted it so bad, needed it,” Shouto babbled as she felt Hanta pump his cum into her. She couldn’t even tell if she’d orgasmed with him, the pleasure merging together into dull waves.
The pulsing ache in every square inch of her body was like a breath of fresh air when Hanta’s hips came to a standstill. He draped himself over her, arms shaking as he came down from his high.
“Don’t think I’m done with you yet.” He would’ve been more convincing if he wasn’t so breathless, but like all things he stayed true to his word. He’d flipped Shouto onto her stomach, pounding her from behind to watch the way her ass jiggled, grabbing handfuls of the flesh for better leverage.
Shouto assumes that she reached orgasms in the double digits as she played her part well as a useless little ragdoll that was meant to just take what was given. By the end of the night the bed was soaked in her fluids. A puddle of spit and tears smeared across the sheets, her cum seeping into the mattress, Hanta only cumming another two times.
She knew it was over when strong arms wrapped around her, her world suddenly flipped as she was pulled onto her back against Hanta’s chest.
“Are you with me, Shou?” He asked. Hanta was met with silence, but that was to be expected. He let the silence hang over them, rubbing a comforting thumb along the quickly forming bruises on Shouto’s hips.
“You did so good for me, Shouto. You were so perfect, the best princess I could ask for,” he cooed softly into her ear, hushing the whimpers that left Shouto’s lips. “Shhh, you’re okay. I got you. You’re safe with me, baby,” he reassured her to which she nodded.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, voice cracking as she brought a shaky hand to her eyes to wipe away her tears, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying. It’s just coming out and I can’t stop it.” She choked.
Hanta sat up, pulling her into his lap, supporting her with an arm behind her back as he brushed away the hair from her face and the tears off her cheeks. “Don’t apologize, Shou. Can you tell me what you’re feeling?”
For all that Hanta was greedy he was also patient. He sat with Shouto for countless minutes, waiting patiently for her tears to dry, leaving gentle kisses to the side of her head as she gathered her thoughts.
“I don’t know, I’m sorry, I just felt really overwhelmed, I think,” she croaks, throat feeling like sandpaper. Hanta adjusted his grip, hauling the both of them to the edge of the bed so he could reach for a bottle of water from the mini fridge that sat under her nightstand. He tipped the bottle against her lips, letting a steady stream of water flow into her mouth.
“I know, Shou. It was a lot on your body and your mind, too. I’m sorry, I should’ve taken that into consideration for our first time,” He apologized, capping the bottle before pulling her into a tight embrace.
“No! Please don’t say that like you regret it,” She pleaded, eyes shining with a twinge of hurt.
“That’s not what I meant, baby, I just—” Hanta started.
“It was perfect and I loved it and I wanted it. That’s what it was. I can’t get used to it if you start going easy on me,” she pouted.
A chuckle left Hanta’s nose. She was right and like she trusted him, he trusted her to be truthful about her feelings. “Okay, Shou. I don’t regret it. If I did, this would definitely be at the very bottom of the list.” He hooked a finger under her chin, turning her head so he could capture her lips in a kiss.
They sat there until Shouto’s body began to creak, her joints crying for some type of movement. Once Hanta was sure that he could leave her by herself for a moment he hurried off to run a bath. He treated her with care, so gently like she would break if he breathed the wrong way– a completely different dynamic than before.
“I love you, Han,” Shouto whispered out with closed eyes, the fatigue beginning to hit as her eyelids weighed heavy. The soft beat of Hanta’s heart against her hand and the trickling sound of the water as it sloshed against the sides of the tub lulling her to sleep.
“I love you, too, Shou.” He returned, planting a kiss against her temple, silently vowing to be the best version of himself for her.