#🥧daddy.meian

[iwaasfairy]

𝙿𝙴𝚃𝚄𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃

he does his very best to give you everything, you know this better than most. so the least you can do is not get jealous. you don’t get jealous... just maybe get a little fussy instead.

.wordc. 4k+ tw (step)daddy, size kink, belly bulge, degradation, hairpulling, spit, jealousy

With his teeth in the crook of your neck with his strong arms looped around your -in comparison- tiny body, he pounds his hips up into you until your eyes roll back in your skull. “Needy- fucking- bitch,” the muffled grunts come with each thrust, and all you can do is keep your fingers stuffed into your mouth and holding onto the short hairs at the base of his skull. “Like having a cock too big to stuff your dirty, cockhungry cunt?”

“Yeah, love your— fat cock.” Each wet slap of your pussy being battered by a dick too big for you rings way too loud in the quiet of the otherwise abandoned room, his huge cock going so deep it pushes up against the edge of your poor walls. Your fingers and chin are covered in spit, eyes closed tight and tits bouncing with the motions, unable to even close your legs for a little reprieve. “So deep.”

The bench creaks against the motions. And he rests his forehead onto your shoulder for a moment to hold you down, breathing deeply. “Gonna cum?” His voice so low and gravelly, body radiating heat that leaves you both with sweat rolling down exposed skin. You think you nod in response, but it’s hard to tell when your head’s so cloudy you can’t tell left from right, trying to keep from crying out. “Wanted daddy’s cock so bad you had to beg for it like a whore, so you better.” Then he’s moving again, one hand dropping to your ass to help you along with the ruthless pace he sets in your wet slit.

“C-can’t,” you cry around your fingers when his chest brushes up against your overstimulated nipples, clenching around the heat and dripping all over him. “Wanna -quit, mhm-wan’cum. ‘S too big.” Your thighs strain with the effort to drop yourself at his rhythm, your muscles clenching more each time your clit rubs against the coarse hair around his cock. “So close, daddy!” Your voice, muffled and high pitched, is still no match for the lewd sounds that fill the room and his heavy grunts. You moan at the way his frown digs a little deeper, biting his lip in focus. “Yes, yes, ah-please!” With a few more thrusts, you drop down onto his cock all the way until it pushes against your cervix, and the tight coil in your belly snaps. “Sh- mhm— thankyouthankyou daddy!”

“Fuck,” he hisses, “milk my cock, slut.” Your walls clench around him so hard you see double, pulling your wet fingers out of your mouth to dig them into the hard muscles of his shoulders with a loud string of incoherent begs. And he follows close after, filling your belly with warmth until his thick cum spills out and makes even more of a mess. But he only stops until your body slumps entirely against his chest, so fucked out your toes tingle, and the blood rushing in your head is so loud you can’t hear anything else. He keeps you tight to his hot body, breathing deeply against your sticky skin.

Everything after that moves quicker, sadly. Your head is still pounding a little as he helps you off his lap and onto your feet, wiping your drool off your face and kissing your lips until you manage to lift your arms enough to get your shirt back on. You don’t even know how many minutes pass in silence as he helps you clean up, allowing you the time to come back to earth. “Tired?” he asks, and you nod along, collapsing against his chest with a deep whine.

“I don’t think I want to try walking for at least half an hour.” You stand and watch as he drops his boxers and digs through his bag for his gear, quick to put it all on. Though his grin grows wider the longer you stare at him, you’re not even trying to hide it. Jersey stretching over his wide chest and shoulders, before he tucks himself into fresh boxers and shorts.

“Enjoying yourself?” he chuckles when you bite your lip, nodding cutely. You go to stand onto the bench with a little sigh to motion him over, taking a brief moment to fix his hair as his large hand rests at the small of your back. Pretty hazel eyes watching you with a revering gaze. When you’re done, he clicks his tongue. “Gotta rush out there, pretty thing, I gotta go to warm-ups.” He presses a quick kiss to your pouty lips as he helps your underwear back up your body, but his gaze lingers for a moment too long for you to believe the responsible front he’s putting on. Even if he doesn’t admit it, the way his hands come to paw at your tummy says enough, pushing on it a little until you grab his wrist and squeak.

“Daddy!”

The wet squelch of his cum gushing out of you into the drenched fabric is enough to have heat rising to your face again. “Leaking my cum into those pretty panties?” You fake a frown, but enjoy the way his fingers trail up your body under his shirt. “Hm, that’s too bad.” The little purse of his lips quickly morphs back into a smile when you push his arms away from your body. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” he promises, stuffing his bag into the locker. Everyone’s definitely already warming up in the other gym. If anything you’re lucky that they haven’t come around to find their captain yet. “Cheer for me?”

“Of course, daddy,” you say back, eyeing him down a little longer. He really does look too damn unholy in the tight uniform, sending you a last little look that already has your insides warming again.

+

There’s very little that can make you jealous. You’ve won over a lot of obstacles to be with Meian the way you are, and though it’s technically a secret, the gazes his teammates send you when you cheer for your daddy or come around training a bit earlier than you should to watch him are far from unknowing. Of course the large majority of the crowd doesn’t know though, so it’s easy to blend into the cheers of the supporters. In all black and gold, there’s few things you enjoy more than showing off to everyone what you mean to him, jumping and cheering from the stands. You don’t care that they don’t know who you are, or that some of his fans send daggers into your back with their glares.

After all, it’s not for nothing that your skirt shows off the bruises and hickeys on your thighs, his jacket falling way down your body like it could be a dress. The number four on the back also painted on your face as you wave your banner excitedly back and forth. He sends a quick glance back, eyebrows furrowed to look for your face in the mess of people, and grins when he spots you. You wave and smile, letting your heart make a jump when he winks at you, then turning back to the team. This little game between you two is nothing new— hell, most of the players have their own little routines. The first set went by so quickly, and your side of the area is ecstatic, buzzing with excitement.

But as the whistle rings, there’s a distinct murmur right behind you that is harder to ignore by the second. “He winked this way, did you see?” “Who did? Him?” “The Captain, number 4. Meian Shugo.” You really try your best to ignore them, try to watch the game progress below you, but it’s so hard when they seem to be only one of two rows behind you. And loud at that. “At— that girl over there that’s wearing his number, you think? She looks way young.” “I know he got divorced not too long ago, you think that’s his new girl? What a shame.” The longer the conversation continues, the more you have to fight the urge to turn around, tapping your foot on the floor to quell your nerves.

“Ugh, just imagine what a man like that can do,” one of the girls sighs after a while, and even the man to your side turns around to give them a little glare. “What? Are we not allowed to talk?” she hisses, cutting her argument short when the man turns back at the sound of another whistle, the opposing team coming up to serve. They are clearly not here for the enjoyment of the sport, and though you can understand it to a degree, there’s a certain self consciousness that creeps up your spine when they continue, under their breath. “Whatever, even if he has a girlfriend, that doesn’t mean we can’t go say hi after the match. I wanna know what he’s like with a body like that.” “Yeah, same. I’d love to see what’s underneath those shorts. Ride him until he’s out of breath.”

The shrill laugh of the girls is all you can hear through the cheers, clinging a bit harder to the banner in your hands. And it’s so stupid to get jealous, but the way they talk about him hits a part of you that you don’t like giving into. After all, you’re living in the same house as him and currently have his cum soaking into your panties, but no one is allowed to know. And you’re not so sure if that’ll ever change. “If that’s really his girlfriend, I feel bad for him. She looks like she never takes charge in anything, let alone the bedroom.” Her friend snickers. “You’re so right, poor guy.” MSBY suddenly scores a point, knocking you out of your daze when the entire crowd jumps forward in cheers, squishing you to the bannister a little more. And Meian smacks the grey-haired spiker on the back with a smile, before turning back towards the stands to send you another glance.

But the smile you manage to send him is only superficial, fisting your hands into his jersey a bit tighter. The rest of the match continues mostly as normal after, with you ending up waiting patiently outside the changing rooms. And though you know you shouldn’t let it unnerve you, though you know it’s just simple gossip among friends, their words stick to the forefront of your thoughts while he keeps his distance as long as he’s with the team and through the crowd of interviewers until you both get into the car.

You get into the driver as he slumps into the passenger seat, exhausted and ready to get out of the mess of loud people to go home and sleep it off as soon as possible. “Don’t fall asleep yet, daddy, I won’t be able to get you out of the car.” You start the car with a few glances to the side of his face, a tired but contented smile on his lips when you back out of the parking lot and away from the mass of people, an agreeing hum low and calm in between you two for the first time in a few hours. Only then does his large hand find it’s way to your skin again, dropping into your lap to draw soft circles onto the inside of your thigh.

“I missed you, baby.”

“Yeah,” you drop your bottom lip from between your teeth, “missed you too.”

+

When you wake up with a jolt, the first thing you notice is how tight your chest feels. You’re hot all over, slotted against his chest on your side, and judging by how wet you are you’ve been this way for a while. Flushed, and your belly awfully empty. And you’ve learned what happens if you take care of yourself, definitely not in the mood to risk it. So you do the only thing you can do and shift your hips back more, pressing your ass against the bugle in his boxers. No wonder you woke up hot and bothered. “Hmm,” you whine a little when you push back more and rub your covered pussy up and down his center. You can’t help it, you want daddy’s cock more than anything right now.

It doesn’t take long for your motions to shake him awake, definitely when you bring your hand down between your legs to rub up against his half hard cock, grabbing him through the fabric. A deep rumble falls from his chest when you pull the boxers down enough to let his dick out, spitting onto your hand to grab for him. You rub your wet palm over the head of his cock a few times before wrapping your fingers around him— as much as you can at least with the size of it, still rocking your hips back against him and getting more wet by the second. “What d’ya think you’re doin,” he sighs under his breath as he cracks one eye open, grunting at the way you’re rubbing your desperate cunny along the length of him over and over.

“Woke up needing you so bad,” you bring out, just letting your panties get more and more wet the longer you continue. And his cock twitches in between your legs as you work your fingers around, rubbing the precum around all over the pretty head of his cock until he bucks his hips back against you. It presses up against you more the harder you try, tilting your hips to allow him to touch your clit over and over. “Need daddy’s cock inside,” you admit under your breath, shifting away for just a second to rid yourself of the fabric sticking to your pussy. When you’re barely done with that he’s already pulling you back to his body to push his cock between your folds a few times without actually going in. It makes your entire body heated, hairs standing on end and getting more slick by the second. You grab onto his wrist for support in pushing back against him. “Ha-nhg, please-daddy feels so good, so warm.”

You even shift your legs apart best you can to get more friction and access, something that makes him hum. His chest pressed up against your back makes you feel even smaller, packed muscles and strong arms caging you in against him. “You want it so bad, baby?” He shifts onto one elbow behind you to look at your face, how you’re tearing up with the overwhelming heat and need setting your body alight. The hot, leaking head pushes against your hole and pushes in a tiny bit, only to pull back and slap his fat cock against your pussy with a wet ‘pap’ each time. “Wanna have it in here, fill you up, filthy girl?”

“Yes!” you instantly reply, shivering when he uses his free hand to shove your shirt up your body to reveal your tits, rising and falling desperately against the heat. He rubs his thumb over each a few times, then grabbing your tits into his giant hand and squeezing softly. Still teasing the heavy head of his giant cock between your legs while you’re leaving your shiny wetness all over him. Your hips instinctively push back against him when he brings the head back to your hole, trying to lower onto it, only to be stopped by his hand on your hip. You can’t help the whine that comes out at that, still pushing back as much as you can.

“Pleasepleaseplease, daddy!! Ah-ple-hng.” You push his hand back away from your hip and reach between your legs again to push him back up to your dripping pussy again, slowly starting to sink yourself onto him. It never goes easy because he’s just that big, but the stretch of just pushing back on him is enough to have you moaning out, dropping your face into the plush. “Please, want your big -hm- cock. Wanna have daddy ruin me.” He keeps you in place again though, slowly rocking his hips around in circles to stretch you out more, popping back out again and you have to hold the overwhelming urge to kick your feet, instead arching your back and leaning into his hand when he pinches your nipples hard. “J-Fu— Wan’it, wan’it!” 

“Oh, the fucking brat knows what she wants?” he mumbles back as he guides himself back between your legs, not holding you down this time. Instead he just grabs onto your thigh as he rolls his hips, your eyes stinging with wetness. “Go ahead then. Got my cocksleeve all needy and worked up and I haven’t even done anything yet.” It’d be easier to ignore his taunting tone if it wasn’t paired with a thrust, shoving another two thick inches into your gushing cunny until you’re crying and shaking on his cock, not sure if you want to get back off or not. The stretch is so painfully good, walls fluttering around the wide intrusion desperately. You roll your hips though, whimpering at the feeling of him spearing you open so wide. It’s not fair. You had him earlier today, but it feels like you’re being stretched for the first time all over again.

“Daddy, please, wanna cream around it, have it break me open please,” you reach back to cling to his forearm, taking a few deep breaths and crying out when it causes his cock to slide even further in. But for as much as you’re struggling, you know that there’s nothing more you want than all of him filling you out. “Need it, ack, d-deep. More, daddy, quickly!” you beg, forcing yourself back and onto him more again, your eyes rolling back in your skull when you arch your back and his cock presses up so good against your gummy, drooling walls. “Please use my holes as you need, ‘s all for you, daddy.” At this point you’re so fed up not being able to take more at once that you pound your little fist onto his thigh a few times and shake your head through your tears, pulling his hand in between your legs. “Put it— mhm-ahh, deeper, please!”

The little request along with the way you roll your hips back on half of his cock like a bitch in heat leaves him stunned, gripping you close by your belly as the hand between your legs rubs messy circles over your clit. “Fuck— What’s got you so fucking desperate?” he hisses when you clench on his cock again, pushing in more at your whimpers. “That feel good?” The way he’s filling you up alone is enough to have your belly tightening like crazy, going crazy at the touches to your puffy nub.

“Yes-hng, yeah, more, moremoremore. Want it all,” you nod, squeezing your own tits and breathing, feeling how he slides in further and further and the messy, quick motions of his two fingers to your clit go even faster. “All of you, ple-ah!” Same time as you try to catch your breath a little, going lightheaded, he bottoms out inside you with a hard thrust, and the coil in your belly pulls so tight you can feel it all the way to your feet. He keeps rubbing, rutting his cock almost in place to stretch you out a little more, but you don’t even get to warn him as your eyes pull closed and your pussy clenches around him like a vice. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck— daddy!” You squirm as your orgasm travels through you, vision spotting black and white and that enormous heat filling your belly.

But you barely take a break to breathe before you’re turning over your shoulder to lean into his collarbones, grabbing onto his shoulder and breathing heavily against his skin. “Daddy’s cock is mine, all mine. Only for me,” you bring out, lifting your leg over his thigh for better access, tears being smushed around your cheeks. He obliges though, pulling out and pushing back inside faster, inside your sensitive cunny with the flushed head of his cock kissing your cervix each time he fills you out. 

Your brabbling is barely coherent anymore, sticking so close and rolling your hips as best as you can. “Only belongs inside me. Your pretty cock’s hmh-all mine.” Though you can’t see it though your tears, his lip is pulled between his teeth, pretty eyes focussed on the way your face changes with each thrust, in awe of your words. You’re not normally this mouthy, but the words just keep coming.“‘M gonna take all of your cum like a g-good- girl,” you moan and whine, and he pulls you even closer by your waist to thrust up into you a bit faster. “No one else.”

“Yeah,” he hums, now using his thighs to fuck up into you and to make your tits bounce, the bed banging against the wall with each thrust. He grabs onto your hair to keep your back arched for him and presses a kiss to your wet cheek, moaning. “S’all yours, pretty baby.” 

“No one else -ah-can touch your cock or sit on it, okay?” you mumble, mindlessly nodding your head when he grunts your name under his breath, the pace now knocking the air out of your lungs. “Just— your good girl- ah, ah, ah, f-forever! Wanna feel your cock up here until you can’t give any more, daddy!” You manage to bring your hand to your belly to push a little against the bulge that shows each time he bottoms out, balls and hips slapping against you and the wetness of your creamed pussy around his cock filling the room.

“Shit- Look at you being all possessive,” Meian takes a deep breath and brings his hand back between your legs again, cock twitching inside you. Each thrust of his fat cock inside your ruined walls brings you back closer to your high, and the heavy, dirty words he growls when your walls flutter around him. “Little, slutty cunt drooling all over me— fuck, baby, taking me so well. You like feeling daddy’s huge cock filling you up to the brim?”

“Yes, feels so good! So big, hng-good- inside, ah— daddy, daddy!” The heat between your bodies building so hot you can’t think straight. All you know is that you’ve never felt so good, his length driving you open and bulging your belly so perfectly. Your heartbeat is so loud between your ears, neck and back held tight in place and your ass jiggling with his relentless fucking. “Ahng! Ah, ah, ah, always want to cream on your fat cock, no one else gets to. Only me- f-for daddy!” More, tighter, it builds to a peak again like the rhythmic pounding of the headboard into the wall, your cries choked and drool covering your lips, swollen from your consistent biting. “Ah- haaaa, please, wanna cum on your cock again. Gonna—”

“Already?” He brings out a surprised huff, but keeps going and even faster, close as well.

“Mhm! Ah- yes, love your big cock so much, feels -mhm- s’good!” you cry as you’re bounced on his cock all pathetically, squeezing your own tits and nipples for the most amount of stimulation. It’s inevitable when he notices how close you are and rubs your clit even faster again, making your legs shake. “S’g-good, please, wanna c-cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop, wan’ -hmng- d- ah, cumming! Cum—ming-hng -ah, ahng!”

You hit your high even harder than before, vision completely blacking for a few seconds as he helps you through it without hesitating, thrusting your spasming walls open again and again and again. Pushing up against your cervix a few more times with pleasurable pain that leaves your body shaking and pussy creaming around his cock all over again. “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” you mumble out, as he spurts his hot ropes of cum into your pussy, fucking it into you until you’re both twitching from overstimularion.

He lets go of your hair and slumps into you then, keeping you warm in his arms and pulling you close to his sweaty chest. Both of your hearts hammering in different patterns against your rib cages, his cock kept inside you. It’s Meian who catches his breath first, slowly untangling himself from your body to look down at you through narrowed eyes, ever so slowly pulling out of you after all. “Baby,” comes his chastising tone first, and you whine at it, but he’s quick to keep you just as close to press his lips to your jaw. “That was so stupidly hot,” he breathes, “locking around my cock like a fuckin’ vice.” You crack open one eye to watch him inspect you top to bottom, then playing with the edge of the shirt still shoved up above your tits. “What the fuck was that all about?”

But you just give him a lazy grin, and snuggle closer to his chest. “I’ll tell you later, daddy.”

[iwaasfairy]

Thanks to your page I’m a Meian slut now. Can I request Atsumu having a crash on meian’s baby girl and he lets it slide for the most part because he gets it. But after too much flirting and a little too much lingering touches and stares he gets fed up with Atsumu that he fucks his precious baby over Atsumu’s sleeping body? If he wakes up or not is up to you. Thank you I Iove you

Okay but any time you guys say I made you a Meian fucker I start glowing and twinkling and jumping for joy like the little gremlin I am. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy my sweet baby!!

tw size kink, jealousy, voyeurism, daddy kink, degradation, the usual meian line-up yk

You’re a really pretty girl. He knows this, because not only was it one of the first things he thought when he saw you, it’s the first thing a lot of people mumble under their breaths when they first see you. And they wouldn’t be wrong, so he never minds. You’re gorgeous, younger than him and a bit of a flirt at the best of times, or well— you’re the type to interact with people like they are the most interesting human on the planet. It is what drew him to you, years of being single, though definitely not hopeless, kept him feeling a chunk less attractive than his confidence would make him believe. But you never made him feel anything less than important, and it’s a quality he’d never change about you.

But he’d also be a massive fucking liar if he said that right now— just at this very moment— he wishes you’d keep all that positive, gentle attention on him instead of the younger blond standing side to side with you. He’s a grown man, and though the two of you get plenty of comments of people trying to judge you or dissuade you, he doesn’t just get jealous. Saying that he’s just too old for you, what do you even have in common? That you’re young and could find someone your own age, that it would make you happier. He’s confident enough at least to know that you love him more than that, enough to ignore the people judging him for the years he has on you.

He’s sure enough about his decision that it doesn’t matter that everyone seems to find your company pleasant, or that you’d bend over backwards to make others comfortable. It’s the fucking reason he fell for you in the first place. Meian knows well enough that no matter how adoring your eyes right now, he’s the one who can make them glitter and shine with happiness and love just by holding your hand or whispering in your ear. So it is fine, this is totally— less fine — when Atsumu wraps his arm around your shoulders and your champagne swishes side to side in your glass from the motion.

Sakusa seems to understand the dilemma in his captain’s mind, because without any further prompting, he hands him a glass of whiskey or something alike. “She sure knows how to give morons like him an ego boost.” Kiyoomi’s face barely changes as he takes a sip of his own drink, putting it down on the table nearest to him and continuing as he crosses his arms over his chest. “No wonder the jackass squad loves her so much.”

“Yeah,” Meian nods, tilting the drink in his glass between the ice, catching your eyes from across the room. There’s a moment where you pause mid sentence, seemingly reading his mind when he lifts a brow and you’re quick to slip from under Atsumu’s hold with a little motion of your hand to slip away for your own overpriced drink. When you reappear between the people, Bokuto is already cheerfully motioning you over, but your eyes flick to Meian again when he throws half of the drink back at once. “I’ll have to do something ‘bout that.”

+

The good thing about hotel rooms is that since they aren’t yours, you have less work cleaning up after yourself. Of course, it’s not very polite to leave a mess for the staff to clean, but he’s far past being polite tonight. It isn’t that hard to convince you to follow behind him at the distinct promise of getting your pussy pounded as soon as you get back to the room. And it’s really easy when you’re a bit tipsy and he’s got a second key to everyone’s hotel room, to just slip you inside and press you up against the wall, muffling your whines and moans with a kiss.

Tongue in your mouth as he makes quick work of shoving your dress down your body, too fed up and turned on to take it any slower. Your much smaller body pressed to the wall as he loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt, watching as you fumble with the belt of his pants. Everything is tossed to the floor quickly, belt buckle dropping with a loud thud. Your thighs rub together in anticipation when you stare between your bodies at his hard cock, spitting into your hand to rub over the head.

You throw your face back and moan when it twitches in your hand, impossibly too big. But you always do your best to take it, even if you struggle to even get a hand around it. “Daddy, f-fuck, please hurry, I’m so—” you start, only to be shut up when he slides his fingers into your mouth and makes you suck them.

“You’re gonna be real quiet, yeah?” He mumbles under his breath, bending down a little more to allow you to grab onto his shoulders. Your pretty lips smeared with lipgloss and cheeks hot, you suckle and hollow your cheeks so pretty on his fingers as soft hums come from your throat. You let yourself be picked up against his wide chest, wrapping your legs around his waist and feeling your pussy throb at the press of that massive cock now rubbing between your legs against your slit. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely are now. “If you can’t do that we’ll have to stop, and I really don’t fucking want to,” Shugo mumbles. “Understand?”

“Yes, mhm-daddy,” you pull back to breathe, only to stick those long fingers back into your mouth. Chin full of drool and running down his hand, he drops you on the free side of the bed, right atop the light, golden bed sheets. The expensive mattress bouncing when you shift all your focus on him. “Daddy, daddy, hurry please. Needed you so bad all night, couldn’t think of anything else.” Your legs spread instantly to make room for him between them, locking at the knees to pull him towards you. “Please, want your pretty cock inside me.”

“My cock? Or any cock.” He leans down towards your body, able to cover you whole, then looking between his legs at the way the head of his fat cock rests at your slit. You’re so wet already, and normally he’d drag it out more than this, making sure his baby is nice and prepped to take something this size. But your pussy is already glistening and making his cock wet each time you roll your hips over the head of it. “Because you sure were laying it on fuckin’ thick tonight.”

As your mouth drops open with a silent moan when his cock pushes inside and spreads your slick pussy open too wide already, he grabs your little throat and pushes you down into the mattress more. “You’re my bitch. Mine.” The growled rumble of his chest has your pussy fluttering around him when he pushes in further, your head thrown back and mouth open as you grab onto his hand for support. “Say it.”

“I’m you— h-holy fuck,” you squeak, still being stretched wider the more he pushes in, “yours, yours -hng- ah! Please daddy, give me — ahhh.” You don’t even know what you’re asking for, only that you never want him to stop. Even when he fills you up to the brim and still has more to fit, thick thighs pushing against the bottom of yours to push in further. You mewl and grab at him more to pull him closer, further, deeper into you. It aches, but it doesn’t matter when it knocks the air out of your lungs each time he pulls out a little to pump the blunt cockhead back against your cervix, stuffing you so full your eyes roll back.

“G-good, feels- ugh-hmh feels s’good,” you cry, and he lifts you a bit further up the bed to lean down on you more, pushing his cock impossibly deep each building thrust. He only picks the speed up more, rattling the bed frame under you and making your tits bounce. Your gummy walls stretching and belly bulging with the shape of him and your breathing interrupted every so often with a teary gasp or hiccup. He leans down though, kissing you deeply and forcing you to be quiet as he sucks on your tongue, letting go of his leverage of your throat to grip your hips tight instead.

He pulls you back on him like a fleshlight again and again until you’re shaking on him, pushing at his shoulders for breath. “Gonna cum, mhm.”

“Already?” he can’t help but laugh a little when you bob your head up and down wildly, wrapping a hand around his strong bicep and digging your nails in. “Wanna cream all over me?” Again you nod, tears beading at your lash line, and his heart swells a little while looking at you so vulnerable underneath him. Too bad this isn’t exactly the most romantic situation. Still he gives in, dropping his hand to your clit and rubbing the rough pad of his thumb in tiny circles over your clit. “Go on then, baby. Cum on daddy’s fat cock. I’ll give you what you need.”

Cock driving between your legs and moulding your little cunt with his shape, a ring of white creaming around the base of his cock, wet slaps sounding out each time he fucks deeper into you. It’s his absolute favorite sight. The slight furrow of your brows and the ruined make-up, cheeks shining and skin covered in his hands. You only manage to take a choked breath before your muscles pull, toes curling and back arching off the bed as you clench like crazy around his cock. “Mhmdaddyfuckohfuck ohfuckyesyesthankyou.” 

He doesn’t stop, fucking you through one orgasm and already heading towards another when yanking up one leg to lift it towards his shoulder. “You can play with whoever you want, but don’t forget who owns you, hm?” he whispers, catching your lips again as you sniffle and moan, being overstimulated to hell. And while you cry out ‘yes’ over and over, Atsumu does his very best to still be asleep on the other side of the queen size. Not that you’ll be able to notice anyway.

[iwaasfairy]

P-pwease,,,, Meian just resting his cock on ur tummy to show u how big he is n ur hiccuping n sobbing b/c you’ve been trying so hard to fit him in ur teeny tiny cunny to no avail,,, so he just puts a spreader bar on u, ties ur hands, and sinks his fat cock in til he’s in ur womb 🥺🥺🥺 when ur done, ur tummy’s a lil distended from all of his cum in ur poor lil womb,,, Meian’s so proud of u for being his resilient lil cumdump tho!!!

that first part made my brain vibrate so hard that i think i broke something up there. but big daddy doesn’t really need to tie you down, he can just hold you in place. what will you do against him if he keeps your tiny, little wrists together in one hand?? the spreader bar though,, to keep you nice and open even when you cry and wiggle that it’s too much (❁´ω`❁)

tw (step)daddy, size kink size kink size kink (just tw meian? at this point)

“What’s wrong, princess?” He pushes your chin a little higher, wiping some of the drool from your face to place a kiss on your lips. “Is daddy’s cock too big compared to your little body?” A proud curl comes to his mouth when you whimper, nodding pitifully through your tears. You want it though, that’s the thing. No matter what you’ve gotta do to let him into you, you’d pay to have him inside. Meian’s staring in between your bodies, admiring the way his cock looks between your legs and poking too high above your navel. “Look at it compared to your tummy, being so greedy for something you can barely take.” He places the head against your hole again, just letting it kiss your wet opening as he pumps his hand up and down his shaft.

“Wan’it, please. Wanna feel you, I want -hm-” you can’t help but sniffle, “want daddy to feel good because of me -ah.” Your bottom lip wobbles when you close your eyes, rolling your hips up and down over the flushed tip, feeling it slip in and out with each motion. With a few kisses to your parted lips he pulls your attention back to him, as you softly attempt to rock yourself against him for friction. It hasn’t worked on him today, your normal begging. But still you try, because there’s nothing you want more right now than daddy. “Can I please have daddy inside? I want to feel you all the way inside me, breaking me open with your cock. I swear I’ll be a good girl and take it.”

“Oh, I know,” he nods, but he pulls back anyway. He’s quick to grab you under your thighs and flip you over, tits bouncing with the mattress when you land. You don’t even get the time to say anything before he hauls up your hips, grabbing them and placing you in place, cock pressing against your thigh. And your shoulders are held down with one hand, too heavy for you to get up from the position. “Stay like that.” By the time you fully realize what it is -and you’re forgiven from not knowing with how close you are to cumming already- he’s got the thing strapped to your ankles and is slapping his cock against your dripping hole. “You promise you’ll be a good girl?” You nod wildly into the pillow, trying to rub your pussy back onto him with no avail.

“Yesyesyes, promise, please. Please give it to me.” His hand drops to your hair and pulls your face to the side, tears marring the fleshly washed pillows as you take desperate, heavy breaths. “Want it, daddy -hng fuck.”

“Then lets see you be quiet as I stuff you, yeah?” he chuckles, pushing your head back down when you try to move to talk back, pressing his cock to your hole. “You get so whiny when you don’t get what you want, baby. Let daddy take care of you for once.” Then he starts pushing into you, your hips being pushed forward, and you reach your arms up to hold yourself back against the headboard. Your lip is tucked between your teeth, cunny being spread open so delishiously it makes your toes curl. You try your best to hold back the whines as he pushes in further and further, hands balling up in the mattress cover. So big, always so enormous inside you. “Good fucking girl. You’re gonna cum, huh?” You don’t need to say anything, his hand is already between your legs.

And you try to get away from his touch when he shoves the last half in painfully slow, rubbing your clit like crazy, but it’s no use. You cum as soon as he bottoms out and his fat cock breaks open your tiny slit, moaning like crazy. And he keeps rubbing until you sob out for him, pressing a few kisses to your teary cheeks. “You promised you’d be quiet,” it is with a breathy laugh that he says it, because he knows just as well that you could never be when he fucks you so well. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you stupid until you don’t have the energy to make noise anymore if you can’t do it by yourself. Hang onto something, baby.”

[iwaasfairy]

Step!dad meian fucking you with a hand over your mouth while you mom is in a video business meeting in the next room

thank you thank you thank you this was soooo hot to think about (ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ

tw (step)daddy, cheating

The office is one door down the hall. About twenty steps from exactly where you are to the desk, and only one wall to separate your room from the stacks of papers and pending taxes. And you know this, because this isn’t the first time you’ve thought it over. Your mother is in that office, an hour into a meeting that you normally couldn’t care less about. But it’s the only thing you will yourself to remember with your fists clenched so tight in your blankets the knuckles peek through skin, biting down on your pillow. It’s so hard to keep from whining and mewling with each ruthless snap of his hips against you. But his fat cock drives in and out of your pussy again and again, his hold on your waist bruising.

The other is in your hair, holding you still into the bed while you’re pushed forward each time he bottoms out and overfills your cunny with his cock. Your eyes are squeezed shut, so you just pray he has enough foresight to listen out for your mom while fucking you, his baby girl, in her room like a little slut. Not that you care right now, the ability to focus on much else has long been taken out of you. You bite onto your bottom lip as a soft whine falls from your throat, and throw your hand back against his thick thigh, slapping it a few times. He just lets out a soft grunt, before turning your head to the side to look at you. You open your teary eyes when he slows his pace, careful not to breathe too loud or make the bed squeak. “What, baby?” he whispers, thrusting into you again to push the head of his cock against your womb.

And you almost bite until you taste blood to keep your noises in, clenching around his cock. “Gonna— cum, close the door please, daddy,” you whisper, breathing through your nose until you regain some of your sanity. “Can’t- s-stay quiet, please. Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” He hums, brushing a line of tears away from your cheek with his thumb, pumping into your dripping cunt a few more times, then gently rests you onto your knees again.

“Alright, hang on,” he whispers, slipping out of you with a soft hiss. Even that is enough to have your pussy fluttering, stretched hole letting slick run down your thighs. Your legs shake as you do your best to hold your tired body up, listening to the click of the lock. The heavy feet back to you help to ignore the way your mother speaks into the microphone in the other room, shivering when his large, heavy palm pets the small of your back a few times. When he comes back to behind you, he dips the bed with his weight, and slides back in. “There, baby doll.” The stretch of his cock back in your ruined cunny almost makes you cry out his name, and you hang onto his thigh with your nails. “Now let me help you cum, yeah?” he chuckles a little when you shake your head wildly in agreement. “Cream all over daddy’s cock.”

“‘M gonna make noise, daddy,” you warn, feeling the tight coil almost tipping over the edge when he starts his rhythm again, fucking you stupid. “Daddy, I can’t- take- it. Feels too good. Gon’cum on your perfect cock, please.” Without slowing down, he hauls you up against his body while you bite through a moan, and pries open your lips with two fingers. You have half a mind to let him invade your mouth and throat, sucking on them while dropping yourself onto him over and over.

“There. Now cum, so that you can get filled with my cum. Like a good girl.”

[iwaasfairy]

daddy shugo fucking you in front of his teammates as punishment for being such a damn brat

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴

with this we set off the celebration week!! most of em aren’t going to be this long but I’ve been meaning to write some msby gangbang and this ask was just perfect for it (⌯⌅⌄⌅)

tw (step)daddy, noncon, gangbang, manipulation

You wish you would’ve made it easier on him. When you come back home so late it’s early, taking a little break out of the college chaos to visit your mom, and he opens the door with eyes that are still full of sleep, mumbling a gentle hello. When you get stuck at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, and he has to drive two hours out of his way to come get you. Those are times where you wish you weren’t too stubborn to admit that you’re in the wrong to slam the door when getting in. That you’re in the wrong to brush past him with a sarcastic huff when he offers to take you to the cinema with your friend on his off day. After all, it’s not his fault your parents split. 

All in all, Meian came into your life at a time where you needed the support the most, but at the age of thirteen you managed to convince yourself that all evil started with him, his stupid handsome smile that made your mom fall, and the way he desperately tried to be your friend. And even now, it’s hard not to remember that you spent hours of your teenage years shouting at him like this was still your dad you were fighting with. That wedge you instinctively drove between the two of you now seems rusted over, and though your stepdad is a good sport about letting you burn, you know it’s you that started the fire in the first place.

You like to think you get along a bit better now though, that you don’t blame the guy anymore for trying to support you when you clearly needed the help. You glance out the window at the gentle waving of the wind chime, shifting on the couch. “Surprised you’re spending your weekend here of all places, munchkin.” Your tongue pushes up against the roof of your mouth as you hold in the urge to groan, your foul mood radiating off your skin in angry swirls. “Your mom won’t be home for another few hours.” His deep voice reaches you again as he puts down the laundry basket, and you glance over at him. 

It’s always freaked you out a little how conventionally— attractive he is. Fit, tall, handsome and muscular; years of being a professional athlete keeping him strictly in the ‘fuckable’ category. Not for you, of course. Just… objectively. When you hum in response, he folds his muscular arms over his chest. “Are you going to go see some friends in town? Do you need some money?” Your lips twitch up at his gentle offer. He always used to let you go get milkshakes with your school friends when you’d cooled down from an argument when you were younger, something your mom found absurd. But looking back, it was probably the only way he knew how to deal with your complex set of emotions. It’s amusing he still does it now.

“I wanted to stay in tonight, if that’s fine by you.” And though his eyebrows raise, he nods, glancing between you and the tv.

“Yeah, of course. It’s not too often we get to hang out together. We can watch a movie or something.” You nod, smiling when he pats his stomach in thought, then walking out with a hum.

You want to be better. That night is one of the first you don’t have a frown for any of it, even allowing him to pull you into his side for a second to ruffle your hair when you make fun of him for mouthing the lines along, playfully wrestling over the bucket of popcorn. And maybe it’s the way he doesn’t blame you for having been a little jerk for most of your life, but the next weekend you come home too, going for cake with your mom in the city and buying him a scone for after practice. And the weekend after that, and soon you’re spending more of your free time with him than you have for the last few years. You grow more used to the gentle touch of his palm on your shoulder as he passes you in the hall, or the way he rests his elbow on your head before you shoo him away with giggles.

So when you help him out by changing the covers of the bed one afternoon, you don’t even notice when it slips out. “That’s the wrong way around,” you giggle, “heh, just— just let me do it, daddy.” You walk the length of the bed to pick the blanket from his large hands, standing side to side as you put it the right way around, then putting it down. You put a knee on the bed to toss it to the other end, flattening the covers with gentle motions. And then you straighten up to finish what you were doing. You only look back at him when it’s been entirely silent for a minute, skin feeling electric. His pretty eyes narrowed, frown harsh and tongue peeked out between his lips, he’s still looking at the place you were on the bed. “Are you okay?” you ask, seeming to snap him out of it.

The friendly, charming expression you’ve grown used to easily replaces the strange one. “Yeah. Thank you for helping.”

You nod. “You’re welcome.”

Not too long after you grow comfortable around Shugo, it seems he grows comfortable around you too. You never thought you’d be hugging and getting forehead kisses goodnight, but you really seem to have missed it. The easy way his fingers come to rest at the small of your back when you walk, or how he scoots you close to his side when it’s just you two and a show as background noise while you work on your laptop. Sometimes his hand goes a bit too low though, and you have had to turn around with heated cheeks in the bathroom too much for comfort when you accidentally walk in on him, but it hardly disturbs the normality you’ve built.

It doesn’t seem that weird when he asks for a massage when he comes home from the gym with his face scrunched in pain. You’ve done it for your mom plenty of times. You’re sat on his waist as you dig your fingers in and his hand gently kneads your calf where it rests, moving up the length of your thigh a few times. And when he groans out your name under his breath at a particularly tense spot, you pretend not to feel the way he shifts his hips against the couch. You pretend like the thought of it doesn’t make your belly tense, like it doesn’t make you a bit too hot. Your mom is happy, you’re not going to mess that up. Not even when he kisses your cheek as a thank you afterward, and his lips brush past the corner of your mouth. An accident, that’s all.

When your mom leaves to have a weekend with your aunts, Meian invites you along to a team dinner. ‘The guys are so excited to meet you, I’ve probably talked about you too much. They keep begging me to drag you along.’ And though you’ve seen the players on video before, you were never close enough to tag along with your stepdad. Now though, surrounded by top athletes in a big, private room as they talk and laugh and ask you so many questions, it’s natural to cling close to him. Your hands loop around his arm, and he only needs a second to see the look on your face. So he tucks you into his side with a chuckle, burying you in his warmth and in his scent, and you nuzzle into him a little in return. “You’re so precious,” he says when he presses a kiss to your temple and cheek. It’s so comfortable, so warm and nice that you entirely miss the sets of eyes sliding to your show of affection.

But everyone is so kind and welcoming, talking you through plays and practices and showing you pictures of their sweaty post-match grins, you can’t help but get swept up in the cheer. Even Sakusa -the somewhat broody wing spiker- seems to be relaxed. Throughout the evening you’re offered glass after glass by the guys, well meaning you’re sure, but you haven’t been a big drinker since your first year and your head soon feels tight and heavy. It definitely shows, because Atsumu keeps laughing at your heated cheeks and ears, flicking them sometimes. And then you hide even more into daddy, who brushes a palm over your head. “You’re wasted.” Though the tall brunet frowns, his voice still has a soft tone of amusement. “We’ll leave soon, okay princess?” he leans down to ask, dark eyes on yours. “Keep your head up so you don’t get too dizzy.”

And you nod, pouting a little. “Daddy, I’m sorry.” His eyes find yours again, eyebrow raising. “For being so annoyin’ in the past. I was just trying to be mean. But you’re really good to me, daddy.” As another glass is shoved over the table your way, you look across the table. Bokuto doesn’t take no when you try to say something about the thickness of your tongue and the warm, glowing feeling in your chest, and you’re too far gone to make a compelling argument not to, as Meian drops his fingers to the edge of your dress and rubs circles into the skin there. When you throw back another drink, it hits badly. You take a few deep breaths, then lean forward to press your head to the table. “Whooh, boy.”

“She looks pretty gone to me,” someone says to your side, as you groan. The hand on your thigh slides higher and higher, it feels so good. You can’t help but open your legs a little wider to allow more of the good feeling in, shifting in your seat.

You vaguely recognize Hinata’s voice when he breaks through the murmurs, but don’t move. “Yeah, can we start now, Captain?”

When you’re suddenly lifted from your seat and pulled up into a lap you let your head lull back, staring up into those familiar eyes. He places your legs either side and pulls you closer to his body by your hips, and you can’t even help it that your pussy clenches around nothing when your panty-covered center brushes over the crotch of his pants. “How are ya feeling, pet?” Atsumu coos to your side, sliding into the spot you were sitting just seconds before, but all your attention is on the brunet as he dips down his mouth while tilting your head up, and suddenly you’re kissing. A tongue in your mouth and hands on your side and you feel like you only blink before your dress is being shoved up your thighs and over your butt. And big hands squeeze your ass while your daddy kisses you, down your neck and shoving your straps down your shoulders. The others slide all the dishes aside, you can hear the noises behind you.

When he finally pulls back you manage to get out of your shock enough to look around, shuffling back. “Daddy, I—” He pulls you back by your thighs as another set of fingers trails down between your bodies to rub over your covered slit. At this you push onto his arm to try and break his hold on you, before looking back at Atsumu and then at Adriah who’s slipped into your other side. “Wait, stop,” you swallow, “let go of me.” You try to close your legs but fail to, and before you can even say anything else, fingers tangle in your hair and yank you backwards, falling onto the table. “Aah— let go! Daddy!!”

“I’m here, princess,” he mumbles as he hoists your hips onto the table, leaving you stuck in Kiyoomi’s tight grip as you try to struggle away. “This is just what you have to get to teach you a lesson though. You can’t be a brat and get away with it.” He pushes your legs wider, and though you try to fight back, there’s so many pairs of hands on your body that it scares you to really fight. Kiyoomi pulls your head back more as tears well up in your eyes, someone else rubbing three fingers into your covered cunny. “But I know you’re going to let daddy punish you. Because you’ve just been so good lately.” You close your eyes. You bite your lip when your dress is ripped off of you and someone spanks your tits with a giggle, then a mouth on your nipples.

“Please stop,” you cry. “Daddy, please. Don’t wanna.”

But it’s the sound of a belt buckle and the press between your legs that has your hairs standing on end. No, no, no. You might be sloppy and drunk— but this isn’t supposed to happen. You open your eyes and blink through your tears to search for him in the mess of undressing bodies and hands on you, shivering in the cold when your panties are yanked off. But it’s easy to find him, because he’s standing right between your legs, pumping his flushed, big cock in his palm. And when he pushes Bokuto’s hands away from your cunny to replace it with his cock, he squeezes your thigh so softly. ‘I love you,’ he mouths, before someone grabs your cheeks to pull you to their cock, as daddy pushes into you.

The words ring in your head when you open your mouth to get someone’s drooling head pushed in, with a ‘good girl’.

[iwaasfairy]

meian fuck his leetle girl sideways, backwards, upside down, out of consciousness and right back awake challenge *FROTHS*

thank you for letting me indulge in meian thirst. brrr brain vacant try next door

tw (step)daddy meian, size kink, brat taming

“Daddy, please put me on your cock and make me yours,” you beg, pushing yourself up in his lap onto his huge cock, rolling your center against the fat, drooling head. His hands are on your thighs, long fingers kneading the soft skin until you whine, pushing your face to his, lips pressing against his all desperate. “Want you to use me again, daddy,” you plead, moving back in to push your tongue into his mouth like it’ll convince him if you’re good enough. The rubbing against your clit feels heavenly, but you want more. “Please,” you beg, “please.”

“Shhh, settle down,” he chuckles, easily pulling you forward so you rest your little palms on his chest and your cheek can rest above his pecks. He looks over your shoulder to grab his cock and gives it a few lazy pumps, then shifting you to the side with one arm. “Lift your leg, baby girl,” he whispers, helping you into the unusual position with a strong grip. But this way he can press the tip against your slicked, little slit and rub it between your legs, before he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Go on, let me see how much you can take daddy.”

“Can’t,” you whine, tearing up at the stretch of his tip into your tiny pussy, “can’t do it on my own, you do it.” It’s just the tip, just one inch, but you’re already spread so thin. You dig your fingers into his wide shoulders with more moans and whines, closing your eyes and resting your face against him. It’s no use, he’s just that big. When he only teases you, pulling you back up from the cock you want inside you so bad, you cry out loud. “Daddy! Fuck me already.”

That’s the wrong thing to say, clearly. His breathing is still steady, but his eyes are narrowed. “You think you’re in charge here?” His one brow lifts, and you pout. “You’re just daddy’s little cocksleeve, princess. You were made to be fucked by me, see?” He rubs his cock over your hole again and again until it’s entirely wet, glistening with your slick. “Still think you can talk back to me like that?” The teasing continues, but you don’t dare meet his eyes. Instead you slowly drag our fingertips in little hearts over his skin, and pout.

“No, daddy. I’m sorry.”

A soft puff of air makes you pause, before he drops your leg from his hold. “Put yourself on it this time,” he orders, and you whine at that. You can’t, you want to say, but he doesn’t give you the chance, grabbing your face and pulling your face to his. “You wanna be such a cockhungry, little pet, then do it yourself.” But you shake your head and send him your best doe eyes, clinging to his shoulders.

“No, please, I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I promise daddy.” His palm connects with your ass just once, but it is such a solid hit you instantly breath out in tears and cling to him tighter, sniffling as you dangle your cunny next to his cock. “I wanna be your good girl, I wanna be fucked on daddy’s fat cock,” you mumble against his skin, enjoying the way his chest rumbles when he hums. The soft brush of his fingers over your soar spot only has your pussy drooling more, slick dripping down your thighs.

But luckily for you, he chooses to put you out of your misery, and wraps his strong arms around you to lift you to him. Knees leaving the bed, you cling to his neck, mouth dropping open when he puts you onto his cock. And pushes you down onto it while you stretch, and down and down and down. Your eyes flutter closed, feeling a bit crosseyed at the stretch. So big, so, so impossibly big, he keeps lowering onto you until he presses up against your cervix, and even further.

That’s when the chocked whines start, you’re unable to help it. “Da- ddy, daddy, da- ddy, please.” Once he finally bottoms out into you, he takes a deep breath, holding you close for a few seconds. He looks down to you to watch your teary-eyed expression, and nods.

“Hang on, pretty girl. We’ll find out just how good you are.”

[iwaasfairy]

hehe daddy meian taking care of his baby after they've been apart for couple of weeks & his doll is extra needy of praise & his pretty cock. begging for him in a way he's never witnessed before✨ i see myself out

runa baby thank you for making my bones jelly. domdomdom meian dom meian ,; ^;,

tw (step)daddy, degradation, manhandling, size kink bc meian

“What’s up with ya, silly girl?” he tilts your face back with two fingers from the second you pull back enough to, looking into your teary eyes for a few seconds. “What happened? Stressed out?” You sniffle as you break your tight embrace to push the door into lock, then rushing back to him. You jump up into his arms when he reaches for you and swing your arms around his neck. Volleyball season always gets unbearable towards the end of the year, keeping him occupied for weeks on end, but usually you handle it better. Now you pull back to run your fingers up his hair, before you press your lips to his, mouth opening to slip your tongue between his soft lips.

Your whines are muffled into the kiss, until he pulls back to look at you better, shifting you a little in his hold to put his bag down. Before he can say what he wants to, you can see it cross over his face before he says it, you lean down again, kissing him even more eagerly. His slight stubble rough under your fingers when you cup his cheeks and hold him to you until you’re satisfied, finally speaking. Though your voice wobbles a bit with the tears that well up. “I missed you so much, daddy. I missed you and I want you.”

“I’m all sweaty, princess, let me put ya down for a second.”

“No!” you shake, pushing your nose to the crook of his neck and clinging to him. Your heart drums rapidly against him when you place a few soothing kisses on his collarbones. You can hardly be blamed, can you? You hate being away from him for so long, and he never makes it easier on you. The pictures or voicemails he leaves you in the early hours of morning only make your longing more prominent. “I want daddy to touch me, right now. Please. I’ve been waiting for so long, and I-” your eyes water the longer you think of how anxious and alone you felt just last night, “I just want daddy to take care of me.”

Even without your pleading he would’ve given into you, you know this. He looks down at you curled against him for a few more seconds, before he sighs. “That bad, huh, baby? You’ve been so desperate for my touch all this time?” You nod, and tug his shirt from under your thighs to put your hands into it, touching his warm skin with a sigh. This makes him giggle, carrying you into the living room and to the couch. “Aren’t ya playing this up a little, doll? I missed ya too, though.”

“I’m not, daddy. I missed you so much I couldn’t cum because it wasn’t you touching me. And I’ve been wet all day because I knew you were coming home.” At your brave words his eyebrows rise a little, putting you down on the soft fabric to watch you closely. But you take hold of his shorts and try to pull him closer to you again, grabbing onto his muscular thigh.

The small sigh that falls from his lips is paired with a twitch of his brows, placing his large hand over yours. “You’re serious?” You bob your head cutely again, and blink up at him. When he gently places his hand onto your shoulder to push you back into the couch, your pussy clenches in anticipation. You don’t need to exaggerate anything when it comes to him, he should know that by now. You drop against the back of the couch and spread your legs, showing off your ruined shorts with the slick spot that you’ve been drenching through since you thought about your daddy’s cock this morning. Meian groans at the sight, definitely when you reach down to rub two fingers over your sensitive, covered center. “Don’t touch it,” he grunts at you, bending down to slide you back on the couch by your thighs.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch that slutty, needy cunt again. This wet from just waiting for daddy ta come home, fuck ya stupid?” He shoves his shorts down his legs when dropping in front of you, and you moan at the sight of his length in his boxers, having to squeeze your nails into your palms not to instinctively touch him. You nod when he runs his hands from your stomach to your tits, where he plays with the straps for a second, then rubbing his thumbs over your pointed nipples through your flimsy top. “Not even wearing a bra.” He clicks his tongue. “You’re not wearing panties either, huh.”

You don’t need to answer, you both clearly know that you couldn’t stand to have any more fabric between you and him, but you shake your head anyway. His eyes narrow at you, pupils blown out, before he takes a deep breath. “My teammates praised ya for bein’ so sweet and well-behaved this morning. For being daddy’s good, little girl. But you’ve just been thinking with your slutty fucking cunt this whole time.” The darkness of his words and the low tone only makes your body more on edge, and you squeak when he suddenly sits up and pushes you around so you fall headfirst, yanking your legs up to position you onto your knees.

He doesn’t waste a second before he pulls your thin shorts down so roughly you swear you can hear the fabric groan, and connects his palm to your ass. The spank sends you forward, crying out when the heat of the sting spreads through you. Another spank, before he settles behind you and shoves your thighs apart more for room. “I forget my pretty doll is a raging whore sometimes, just look at ya.”

“Daddy, I just missed you,” you cry, hissing when he grabs the tingling skin and squeezes hard. “Missed having your cock to split me open. I’m sorry.” He must’ve taken off his boxers because before you can even find your words, the head of his cock is pushing against your needy, slick hole. “If you want to punish me, please hurry, daddy.” You know you’re in no place to make demands as soon as you hear him huff, but it’s really because you might snap if he doesn’t bury his huge cock inside you soon. “Please.”

He holds tight onto your hip as he coats the drooling head in your slick, silent for a few moments. But then, without any warning, he shoves inside you so far you moan out a string of swears, body going limp. The stretch, the heat of him inside you, everything you’ve been missing for so long is too overwhelming. But he doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out inside you, and you know your belly is probably pushed out from how deep he is. Ever so slowly he pulls out, like he too can’t stay away from you if he tried. “Ah, daddy, daddy- f-fuck— feels so good daddy. I love you, I- love you. Please fuck me hard.”

“Stop whining, baby girl,” he hisses when his cock fills you again, your back arching and room filling with your moans. “Don’t regret askin’ for it when ya can’t walk later. Just remember who started this.” He grabs onto your arms and pulls them behind your back, holding onto them for leverage as you’re pulled back onto daddy’s fat cock, cunny gushing around him with wet paps each thrust. And it doesn’t take long for every word in your vocabulary to leave your brain when his balls slap against your clit and drive you closer to a high so quickly. “Missed breaking my slutty baby.”

[iwaasfairy]

emergency emergency, meian fuck the period cramps away challenge

.............. octo fuck off outta my inbox challenge. i tell you my troubles and you use them against me......gotta do everything around here smh ur so lucky you’re cute or whatever (I’m kidding ily but you know this >:| and take advantage)

tw period, blood, daddy

Pressed to his chest, breathing deeply, you whine as he lifts you up onto your knees. Your stomach is killing you, and though you normally choose to deal with it on your own, it seems he’s determined not to let you. “Do we have to do this right now, daddy? I’m gonna make a mess.” He just hums, neither confirming nor denying, and slips one of his hands between your legs again to rub at your oversensitive, puffy clit a few times. “Daddy-”

“Stop it, princess,” he suddenly snaps, slapping the soft skin of your thigh once, as he lifts a brow. “Do you even know what you're whining about?” The deep rumble of his voice makes your pussy clench, unable to help it. Defeated, you pout and shake your head, resting your arms around his neck. His strong shoulders flexing as he lifts you up to put you down onto the bed, sitting back on his heels. “You going to keep whining or are you going to let daddy make you feel better?”

“Feel better, please,” you bring out, closing your eyes when he nudges open your legs with a knee. Soft touches trailing your waist nudge up your sweater -his sweater that buries you in a mountain of fabric- before he helps you out of it, grunting at the sight. No bra, and he already took off your plain black panties earlier. Even though you can’t see it, you can feel the bed dip as he crawls closer, spreading your legs more and kneading your tits eagerly in his large hands.

The warmth of his palms and the flicking of your nipples only make you want it more, though you hate to admit it. “Gonna make a mess of daddy’s cock then, baby?” he mumbles, sounding too smug, as you crack open your eyes. He smiles when you give him the tiniest of nods. “Be a good girl and use your words, c’mon. Wanna hear you say how badly you want to have this fat cock fucking those silly cramps away.” He lifts one leg to put your foot over his shoulder, and starts rubbing his boxer-clad cock against the inside of your thigh. “Can you do that for me?”

Your face heats up when another cramp pulls at your belly, dropping your arms from him to grab onto the blankets. “Daddy, please. Hurts.” Your voice is more shy than you mean it to be, but the way his eyes only seem more blown out by the second with your little moans, shivering from the touches to your clit, gives you more confidence. “Want you deep in my pussy, fucking me open. W-wanna make a mess, please. Please let me make a mess on your cock, make me cum all over it, I-I want it.”

He grabs your other leg to bring it up too without any more teasing, over his wide shoulders. The position makes you whine, definitely when he slips his boxers down and rubs the drooling, flushed head between your legs, easily wiping his thumb on the towel. You take a moment to look between your bodies as his cock is covered with a mixture of blood and your slick, before he spits onto your cunny for good measure and pushes in with a groan.

His thick cock instantly feels like too much, making your pussy gush around him and he grunts as he pushes in inch by inch, spreading your tight pussy open. “Fuck, you’re so wet and warm, princess. Feels good, huh?”

“Yeah, feels-- good! Daddy, please, more.” He keeps pushing in and in and in until his hipbones meet your skin and your belly bulges out, so deep you can barely keep your eyes open. “Fuck, move, please. S’big.”

He grins when him simply moving his knee forward more makes you moan and whine so loud, eyes instinctively fluttering shut at the impossibly deep feeling. Whatever you were feeling before seems to have been taken over by the slight pain of the stretch and the overwhelming warmth running through your body. And then he pulls out and slides back in, and you’re gone. Moaning and pulling at the blankets, you bite your lip so hard it tastes copper. “That’s it, pretty baby. Clenching around me so hng- tight. Gonna cream all over my cock, work for it well, huh?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll be your good girl. Please go -mhm-ah-- faster!” He lets out one last amused chuckle, before he rests his weight into you more to fold you double entirely, and pushes back into your poor pussy entirely in one thurst, pushing up against the edge of your walls as he builds a ruthless rhythm.

“Anything you want, baby girl.” 

[iwaasfairy]

Baby trying up Meian when he’s sleeping. What would he do?

hehehehe :gigglingpepe:

tw (step)daddy, spanking

You know you’re in trouble as soon as he groans, cracking open one eye a bit too quickly as you finish up the last of the knot. You’re still in with your thighs either side of his body, leaning over him, clearly very guilty. “Princess,” he sighs, voice croaky as he looks up at the soft, linen ties you cut from an old shirt. You’re not allowed to touch the fancy ones, sadly. They immediately give a bit when he flexes and pulls, and you drop back to sit on his stomach while you try to keep him in place.

“W-Wait, wait, it’s—”

He cuts you off by pulling against the flimsy restraints again, and the fabric cracks a few times as it bunches around his wrists, your eyes widening. “I give you ten seconds to let me out of these yourself before I’ll have you regretting it.” You pout, shuffling back a little until you’re sat on his hard cock, only covered in boxers. All you wanted to do was give daddy a little taste of his own medicine for once, overstimulating the sensitive head of his cock until he can’t cum anymore, like he always does to your poor pussy. So you rut your panty-covered center against him with a soft whimper, before he clicks his tongue. “Seven, six…” The counting has your eyes fluttering open.

“Daddy—” you try, putting your small hands on his pecs to keep him down on the bed.

“Five.” When you watch his eyes, the darkness in them makes your heart speed up massively, recognizing the expression he has from the days where he absolutely ruins you. Days where you can’t sit properly after for too long to be worth the effort. Any power you thought you had is stripped away with that look, and with a deep breath you still, then quickly slipping off him. “Four.”

“Wait, I gotta find scissors, daddy!” you panic, forgetting your needy, wet pussy entirely to rush out of the room and into the kitchen, grabbing scissors and running back to the bedroom. Your little steps ring loud through the house. When you get back to the room and start crawling onto the bed he’s long past the counting, and with the yanking of his arms against the silly restraints, the metal bars of the headboard bulge before the lints snap. You drop the scissors, lips dropping open as he reaches for you and instantly folds you over so that your head is in the blankets. “W-wait!”

The large palm spanking your ass so hard you are shoved even deeper into the plush, hands digging into it, a sob falling from your lips. “Fucking brat,” he hisses, speading your thighs and pulling down his boxers. Even if it wasn’t morning, the way you’re already whimpering sorry’s would probably have him hard. “Needy fucking brat, you can’t ever behave properly, can you?” Another spank to the same spot and then the other side, it makes your cunny clench in anticipation, drenching your panties. He pulls them down though, revealing you to rub his thumb over your drooling hole. Roughly collecting your slick and bringing it down to your clit, he grunts. “Pissing me off like that. Could’ve just asked daddy to break you straight out, y’know?”

[iwaasfairy]

Ok I've been thinking on this for awhile do you think meian would be into having you sit on his face because he's to tired after a long days practice

he’s so 🥺🥺🥺 idk this made me soft and horny at the same time

tw daddy, oral

“Come here,” he motions, not bothering to lift his head from the pillows. You told him that though, pressing him into bed with the full of your weight to keep him there. ‘Don’t even move a muscle’ is a sentence you take very seriously when it comes to him, since after the long hours of intense training weeks he comes home absolutely wrecked. “Baby, come here,” he repeats, lifting his hand toward you and motioning. You smile as you walk over, climbing onto the bed and sitting on his hips easily. You lean down to cuddle him as he brings his hands up to your thighs, moving his fingers softly up and down the sensitive skin.

“Yes, daddy?” you breathe, pressing a kiss to his lips when he peers at you through narrowed eyes, the bright color blown out in the low light. “Do you need me to massage you for a while? Or run a bath? Your shower was so short.”

With a groan he wraps one arm around your back to pull you against his chest more, and rests his cheek against your temple. “No, it’s okay.” You stay like that for a little while, your fingers running through his freshly washed hair, until he shifts you so he can press kisses to your neck, dragging you out of your almost slumber to hum. The drag of his lips slowly grows a bit more pressing, warm tongue dragging down the stretch of your neck. And you whimper when he bites down softly on the skin between your shoulder and neck, before you’re pushing yourself up a bit to look at him. He smiles at your expression, and rolls his hips against your covered center. “Sit on my face.”

“But— daddy, you’re tired,” you protest, squeaking when he pushes your hips down against him more to feel the press of his hardening length between your legs. As always, it doesn’t take much for him to want to give you everything. But this— 

“Not too tired to lick that pretty cunny clean, come on,” he doesn’t even move, but the lift of his eyebrow is enough incentive for you to rub your hands up and down his naked chest a few times, nails going over his pecs and nipples. He licks his lips, sharp eyes on your expression when he pushes you against him again. So you slip off him and shiver when you drop your shorts and panties to the floor. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he grabs at your thighs as soon as you climb back onto the bed, squeezing the skin between his fingers, then delivering a hit to your ass. “Hurry, I want to taste my doll’s needy pussy.”

You don’t say anything about the irony of him saying that. “Don’t you want me to help you instead?” you try again, whimpering when he blows air onto your pussy as soon as you’re hovering over him, and grins.

“No. I want a reward for working hard. And you creaming on my tongue sounds like a pretty good one.”

[iwaasfairy]

fairy, fairy 🥺 trying to seduce stepdaddy!meian. Desperate leedle bby doesnt really understand what it means to be used by daddy, Meian knows that, but his self-control is hanging by a thread. Can anyone really blame him? He is a (big, strong) man after all.

why did the fairy, fairy make me feel some type of way though ૮(꒦ິཅ꒦ິ)ა you have no business being that cute </33 here you go love

tw (step)daddy, dry humping

“Look at me, daddy,” you beam up at him, prancing around him with little steps wherever he turns to. He’s gotta leave the house soon, and you just won’t give up your little game to stop him. But it’s all in good fun, he knows that. He knows that you’re oblivious to the way his mind races when you cling to him and rub your tits up against him like a heated, little thing. “You can’t leave yet,” you whine when he leans over you to grab his keys, wrapping your little arms around his torso and burying your face into his toned stomach with a whine. “Please~”

“Baby girl, I love you, but I have to leave for practice.” At the deep, chastising tone you finally back down, recognizing when you’ve been beaten. You pout, looking up at him through dark lashes, arms wrapping around yourself. You’re lifting your chest a little higher that way, biting your bottom lip to keep from talking back. Such a pretty, dainty, little girl you are. It’s impossible not to love you like this. But he really needs you to settle down or he’ll be having to leave for the gym hard again. He places a heavy, big hand on your head for a moment to pet your hair, and nods. “Stop acting up, I’ll hang out with you later.”

You give it a second to think, before you grab onto his wrist. “Okay, but I just want to show you one thing my friends taught me. It’ll only take a second,” you blink those pretty eyes up at him so sweetly that he can’t help but melt, chuckling when you wrap your fingers around one of his and pull him towards the couch to put him down there. “My friend explained this to me, look,” you smile, suddenly crawling into his lap and scooting close to his body. And your tiny hands come to rest on his pecs like it’s no big deal, but he can only stare when you lean closer and closer and press your pretty mouth to his. When you don’t get a reaction, you pull back for a second to check out his expression, before trying again.

Harder, you push them against his mouth and he’s too shocked to do anything but raise a hand to support the small of your back. You stick out your tongue and brush it against his lips, groaning when you get to taste his tongue. Until you roll your hips against him, and he notices that his cock is getting hard. Then he pulls back from your exploring, little mouth to watch your heated cheeks and flushed lips. “That was… uhm- good job,” he tries, only to grimace. “Who did you say taught you that, princess?”

“My friend.” You happily drum your fingers onto his chest, before you’re mindlessly dragging your panty-clad pussy over the bulge growing in his shorts. You don’t really know why or how, but it feels good. “She said that you’re supposed to kiss someone when you love them. She told me how to do it like that, with my tongue. And because I love daddy the very most,” you swing your arms around his shoulders again, pulling him closer for another kiss. But this time it’s less unexpected, and he’s able to kiss you back just as easy. Tongue slipping into your mouth to have yours, sucking and licking as you whimper pathetically into him. Your fingers pick at the short hairs at the base of his skull, while he pulls you closer by your waist to hold your soft body in place as he grinds against you.

And you moan so pretty that it’s easy to forget this is supposed to be wrong. You toss your head back when you’re rubbed on his hardening cock, eyes narrow to look at him, a little glassy. “Love you, daddy,” you coo, raising your hips over him to rub up against your clit and shiver, nodding. “Don’t leave just yet. Stay with me a little longer.” He doesn’t even have to think to mouth a soft ‘of course’, dropping his lips to your neck to suck the soft skin. Maybe he’ll have to think about bringing you along to practice more often after all.

[iwaasfairy]

Hhhh Meian,,, big man,,,, ooga booga,,,, choking potential with him is infinite 🤤🤤🤤 his hands are so big and he absolutely towers over you so he doesn’t even need to squeeze hard to intimidate you into behaving ahdjsndjnsd AAAAA

I hear your point loud and clear, nonnie. Very valid arguments, good presentation, we love to see it.

tw degradation, daddy, size kink, choking (just meian things ♡)

"Shut up, I don’t wanna hear it,” he breathes, pressing you against the lockers by your throat a little too hard. You whine as you wrap your hands around his wrist, holding on with hard breaths. You wanted him to get pissed, sure, but now it’s actually happening it’s a lot more overwhelming than you thought. He’s huge, glaring daggers down at you while pinning you between his thighs.

“You really made me mad this time. Cheering for Atsumu with your tits pressed into that tiny, little top? What even is...” He tugs at the flimsy strap once, letting it snap back against your skin. “Might as well go out fucking naked next time, huh? Let everyone see what a whore you are when you don’t get daddy’s attention for a few days.” His fingers tighten a little around your throat, the lack of air making your eyes water and your mouth open a little further.

“I didn’t mean to,” you mumble, and he huffs as he yanks the top down your body, snapping the straps too easily. Then he leans in to hover his mouth over yours, and lifts a brow.

“Oh, you didn’t mean to? You didn’t mean to piss daddy off so he’ll fuck your slutty, desperate pussy again?” The low rumble of his whisper is enough to have your thighs pressing together, panties growing damp. The way his hand is able to wrap around your throat so easily, barely having to put and pressure to have your heart racing and the blood rushing to your head leaves you teary-eyed. He pinches your nipples until they pebble, before dropping his hand between your legs. “Open your mouth.”

You whine at the order, fluttering your shiny lashes at him. The thumping of your heartbeat between your ears is loud. “The guys...” you try to warn him, knowing it never takes Hinata too long to shower, but he squeezes harder and flicks against your covered clit once, and you gasp. “F-uck, daddy, I’m sorry.”

“Get on your knees and open your mouth,” he repeats, finally letting go of your throat to have the blood rushing back and your vision blurring. But you drop to your knees right away, clinging to his thick thighs and looking up at him. He quickly shoves the shorts down his legs and reveals his thick, hard cock, putting it onto your lips. “Next time if you want me to remind you who this pretty body belongs to, you just have to ask, silly girl.” He grins when you open your mouth as far as you can and flick your tongue over him already, greedy as always. “Because I won’t feel bad for you after the stunt you pulled today.”

Then he pushes in as far as you can take him without mercy, huge hand tangling into your hair to pull him closer. You vaguely hear the door in the next room open and close. But you’re too focused on taking his huge cock as well as you can without chocking, looking up from under your lashes at the way his face contorts when you suck eagerly at the head. “That’s it, slut, let them hear you choke on daddy’s cock.” He pulls you down until it hits the back of your mouth and you gag, pulling up from him for air, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth and chin. But he pulls you back to it and your cunt clenches, already wanting to be filled.

“Thank you for using me, daddy,” you whisper, just loud enough to watch his eyes soften for just a second. You’re such a coy, little thing. It makes him chuckle in amusement, until you suckle on the head of his cock with loud moans again, reaching below to cup his balls. You really want him to ruin you, huh? Alright. He can do that too.

[iwaasfairy]

Daddy Meian punishing baby for leaving marks or for using teeth during a blowie🤤

why do i feel like it takes so much for him to get mad, but once you do there’s no settling him for a few days. if you get daddy that far you best be prepared to be fucked stupid for days on end.

tw (step)daddy meian, anal punishment, degradation for his bratty baby

You overcompensate when he’s been away for a while. Sweet, eager little thing you are, it simply doesn’t seem to register when you’ve got your mouth on his skin and get to litter it in open mouthed kisses, get to dig your nails into his back to hold on. And most of the time, Meian couldn’t care less. Or— he would never be mad at you for it. But today you’ve just been crossing all the lines, sucking a mark right under his jaw even though he tells you to cut it out, licking and nibbling at his collarbones and pinching his nipples until he pulls your head from him by your neck. “I told you to cut it the fuck out and behave,” he says, and you instantly sink back into yourself like you know exactly what you’ve been doing is wrong. Brat. He’s been giving in to you too much lately, that it’s clearly made you a bit too brave.

“What’s this, huh?” He tilts his head as he looks into the mirror next to the bed, then back down at you where you sit all cutely in his lap, eyes wide as you blink up at him. “Are you putting a claim on your daddy like some bitch in heat?” The words make you whine, pout creeping onto your pretty face. His hands drop to your ass, pulling you closer to his chest and back on top of him how you were laying to cuddle. You shift your hands guiltily around his exposed chest as you stay pushed up on his chest, and he almost wants to laugh at the way you still try to grind your pussy against his waist. You’ve become so accustomed to having daddy fuck you stupid that you probably barely realize anything wrong with the situation anymore.

“No, daddy.”

It’s adorable, and still he wants to get you back just a little. The younger guys on the team won’t give him a second to explain when he shows up like this, you must know that too. You like showing off your daddy a bit too much sometimes. When the silence falls, you press your palms up against his cheeks and peck his lips a few times, licking the seam of his lips a bit too eagerly. This time he can’t help but chuckle into you, but he rolls over to pin you to the bed, caging you between his arms when you squeak. “What’s wrong, baby girl? You don’t like me telling you off?” Your teary eyes go to his, down, then back to him. You shake your head with a pout, and cling to his shoulders.

“Don’t do that, daddy,” you say, then press your face into his shoulder. Your voice drops to a whisper, before you’re kissing again. “You’re mine.” But it’s only when you put your mouth on his cock without asking not even five minutes later to drag your tongue and teeth over him that he snaps. You whimper when he pulls your face off of him, still rubbing your fingers between your legs and sending him your best doe eyes from your spot between daddy’s thighs. And any other day that might’ve worked. But his patience is not endless, and you’ve been testing his’ too much.

“Off, get off,” he suddenly orders, watching your body clench. You little slut… liking it when he gets mad, you’re really too much. He takes a deep breath while sitting up from the king size, jerking his own hand over his cock a few times, until you start getting antsy. “My pretty baby girl, you’re really just a little slut.” You scoot a little closer and press your pebbled nipples against his back before giving him kisses along the marked skin of his neck. All of this while looking into his eyes through the mirror, and you smile so softly that he considers letting you act up for a while. But then you reach under his arm to greedily brush your palm over his tip again. He grabs your arm with his free hand to pull you all the way into his lap.

“Daddy! Wait, no. I didn’t mean to.” Your ass lifted up on one arm, he spits onto your little hole and brings two fingertips to rub it a few times, as he leans down. You whine when he ignores your little voice to push a finger inside you, the stretch foreign and overwhelming. Your voice catches, pussy slicking all the way down your thighs. “Not there, not in there— feels too weird.” He ignores you to grab your soft, doughy skin into his large hand, but then he squeezes it between his fingers so tight you clench your body, moaning. “Aw, daddy, that hurt.” He pushes into your second hole farther with one finger, ignoring your cunt entirely when you try to wiggle back for him.

“Well, princess?” When you turn to look back at him, he simply grins at your teary, little eyes and spanks your thighs. “Got anything to say?” You lean onto one of your forearms with a little frown when more tears well up, his finger curling and pushing up against your walls. You moan again, reaching back to cling to his thigh, rolling your hips to rock back on his touch. “And hurry it up, your pussy is drooling all over me. Not only are you a brat, but you’re also letting daddy into all your sloppy holes, look at that. Does it feel good?” Your nod is automatic, whimpering when he spanks again. “Use your big girl words, I know you’ve got them.”

“Yes, it feels so good!” you bite out, sucking on your bottom lip to soothe yourself. “Daddy, please put your cock inside me, I want to feel more.” Another sharp hit to the swell of your soft skin has you crying out, tears slipping down your face. “Aw, daddy, you’re so mean.” Another finger presses at your stretching hole, and you close your eyes, clinging to him.

“Shhh, you deserve this,” he just mumbles, voice dropping a little lower as he watches how your hole stretches so pretty around his thick, long fingers. His fat cock is pressed to your hip, and your cunny flutters around nothing anticipating it already. But he doesn’t let up on your ass, leaving enough swelling marks to match his. “Now, remind me again, what are you supposed to say when you do something wrong?”

Your little hand strokes softly over his skin to soothe him, sniffling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Daddy, please let m’ cum, I’m sorry for acting up.” His fingers pull out of you for a second so he can spit on your hole again, before he’s pushing them inside and your wiggle on his lap with desperate cries.

“That’s a start.”

[iwaasfairy]

IMAGIME HOW EASY IT IS FOR MEIAN TO FORCE UR LEGS OPEN AAAA

tw manhandling

when you get too bratty and push your legs crossed over each other, whether to tease him or because you think you’re making a point, it only takes him a second or two to grab you and haul you up and around. you don’t even get the decency of staying on your knees when you act like this, pressing and holding you down with one hand so that the other can drag your legs open. and you whine and try to turn back over but he’s just so much bigger and stronger than you that you both know it’s no use. your little bit of fussing is nothing to him <333 but it’s cute you’re trying.