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Not Like Her

Dad!Osamu x daughter!reader + side uncle!Atsumu

Warnings: female genitalia, she/her pronouns used, incest (dad/daughter and uncle/niece), abuse, abusive mother, slurs, infidelity, arranged marriage (gone wrong), mentions of running away and not feeling wanted, reader is in school (3rd year, at least 18), non-con somnophilia, daddy kink, lots of pet names (princess, baby, doll), implied gangbang, age gap, sex in the onigiri shop, f. and m. masturbation, f. oral receiving, implied m. oral receiving, one (1) use of "good girl", mentions of alcohol, virgin!reader, creampie(s), brief food play

The day you were born was one of happiness and dread. Happiness for your mother, but dread for your father. Osamu wasn’t too happy about your birth, he won’t lie, but he didn’t know what to expect from little [Y/N].

As he grew more focused on his business, he ignored potential suitors until his mother had come to him about seeing a marriage agency. In fact, he still wasn’t interested until his mother invited him out for a dinner one evening with Atsumu in tow. The day ended with both brothers having been set up on dates with women that their mother approved of.

Osamu didn’t have any feelings for his wife, but she was at least able to hold her own job and wasn’t too fond of romantic relations either, with her own mother setting her up on a date with him. To him, it was a business transaction that had hit off within two dates. She was humorous when she wanted to be, she seemed to respect his boundaries, and they settled on only one kid to make their families happy, needing no other romantic interests in each other. It was more like a friendship with a contract. It was a much more peaceful marriage process than Atsumu’s, of which his suitors were never up to his standards, leaving their mother at a loss for words.

You were just a contract. A child that they would care for as emotionlessly as your parents cared for each other. But something changed. Whether it was your first word being his name, your first steps being towards him, or even just him noticing his life was a little less bland and a lot more fun when you were in it, he was grateful for you. His dread of children was washed away when you called out to him and gave him a hug after a long day at work, replaced with happiness of being your father. However, this in turn changed things between him and your mother.

She refused to have you call her mom, mama, or even mother. You only referred to her by her name, showed her respect, as if she was your boss rather than the person who gave birth to you. As you grew older, she seemed to find things to blame you for, always upset at you and even talking in the dead of night about how she wished she could’ve had a son instead. It always hurt, but you were able to handle it when she tossed hurtful comments your way, Osamu being there to comfort you.

But it just caused more arguments as you got older.

Even though you were still in school, you were soon to graduate and hadn’t planned on what to do afterwards like most people your age. Some even planned to stay home for another year to figure things out, but your mother didn’t like that idea for you.

“You’re going to go off to college after you graduate, whether you like it or not! This isn’t up for discussion, [Y/N],” she coldly said, glaring at you from across the room. Sitting at her desk doing work, you hadn’t wanted to talk about this, but she seemed eager to hear your plans.

“But Hikari, it’s common for teenagers to spend time at home before leaving for college now. I don’t even know what I would want to do, so why should I waste my time doing something I don’t love? Dad said—”

“Of course he said something. He always says something to make you feel like you’re worth something, doesn’t he?” She practically spat, fulling turning her chair around to look at you. “Your father owns and works an Onigiri shop, something he knew he’d want to do. I didn’t know what to do in high school, but I still went to college and figured it out, and so shall you. The earlier you’re gone, the better,”

“That’s not what d-” you’re cut off once more.

“I don’t care!” She stood up from her chair, making you back up in fear, only serving to make her lips smirk as she placed her hands on her hips, before the scowl came back. “Your father loves to coddle you, so of course he’d want you around for another year. He’d probably want you around forever, since he’s so fond of you. It makes me wonder how fond,” her eyebrow raises as you take on a look of confusion.

“What do you mean? He’s my father, of course he loves me,”

“Yes, but I’m his wife and the only time he spends with me willingly is at night when it’s time to sleep. I hear you two giggling in your bedroom at night, don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Can’t figure out what to do, so instead you’d sleep with your own father, is that it?”

“How dare you think I’d do that!” You yell back at her, making her recoil in shock. “You may not care for me like a mother, but that doesn’t mean your husband shares the sentiment! He’s trying to make my life easier so I don’t turn out like a wrinkled old bag like you!” You huff, putting your own hands on your hips. “Is that why you had to do an arranged marriage? Because you slept your way to the top and nobody wanted sloppy seconds? Do you only think that he loves me because I have a hole between my legs? You’re disgusting,”

“Me? Disgusting? You just insulted me to my face, called me ugly and a slut all in one! You should be ashamed of your actions and apologize!”

“No, I’m an adult now. I may be young, but I deserve respect, too! Especially from my own mothe-” you’re cut off as the word begins to leave your mouth, a stinging pain in your cheek from where she slapped you.

“Never call me that. I am not your mother and you are not my daughter. You’re nothing more than a little slut who has seduced my husband and is trying to kick me out of my own marriage. Go to your room. I’ll decide which university you’ll be going to when you graduate, and I’ll make sure it’s as far away from here as possible,” she sneers, walking back to her desk as you barely hold back your tears. With no words of confirmation, you quietly run to your room, shutting the door and collapsing on the bed, letting sobs wrack your body.

It was a busy day for Osamu, hardly getting a break to eat his lunch before he could close up. Usually on his breaks, he calls you to see how you’re doing, since he knows your mother can be a hassle when he’s not there, but he didn’t have time today. It’s a surprise for him when he gets home only to be greeted by his wife and not his daughter, who usually welcomes him home. Unenthusiastic about her presence, he gives her a quick peck on the cheek before she can get his lips, moving to put his stuff down. “Where’s [Y/N]? She usually greets me,”

A huff from Hikari tips him off something happened, before she even opens her mouth. “Oh please, that thing has been holed up in her bedroom since she got here. Didn’t even say hello,” she then takes on a more pouty tone, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him into the house. “Don’t worry about it. I made your favorite dinner, nice and hot, so let’s eat,”

“Well, shouldn’t I get my daughter so we can eat together?” Another frown on her face. He knew she hated when you were referred to as his daughter, like he was boldly talking about a mistress rather than his flesh and blood.

“Don’t bother. She’s been in a mood after I told her she’s going to university after she graduates,”

“University? We had previously discussed she could do what she wanted, as she is an adult. You can’t force her,” he tries to explain, rubbing his temple, then looks at her with an accusatory glance. “You just said she didn’t greet you, so how did you two end up arguing?”

“Uh— Arguing is a bit dramatic, isn’t it? I told her what she’ll do and she was stubborn, that’s all.” Rolling her eyes and faking a smile, he wasn’t buying it. “Shouldn’t you be happy your wife is here to greet you and fix you dinner? Don’t worry about her—”

“No, I will worry because I care for her. I’ll be back once I talk to her,” Osamu finally said, pushing his wife away as she tried to lean in for a kiss, leaving her fumbling in the kitchen. He knew she probably did a lot more than just ‘tell you to go to school’ like she said, but he was worried that she pushed you too far.

Opening your bedroom door, the first thing he noticed was hastily put together luggage next to your bed, with what looked to be the shirt he got you for your birthday sticking out of it. Closing the door behind him, he locked it so Hikari wouldn’t bust in unwelcomed as he talked to you. She had a habit of interrupting his conversations with you when she felt jealous. He thought it was absurd that she could think in such a way, as if you were threatening a perfect relationship. He didn’t love her and he’d divorce her but there has never been a good time to do it. Sitting on your bed and seeing the snot on your sleeves and the dried tears on your cheeks made him think that perhaps a good time would be sooner than later.

“Hey, wanna wake up for me?” He whispers, leaning over you. Completely sleeping in bliss, you’re unaware of your surroundings. Sighing and leaning back, he taps on your back and shoulders to see if that will wake you. It’s a method his mom would use to wake him and Atsumu up when they were younger, but it seems like you’re in too deep of a sleep to feel his touches.

The thought that follows that makes him practically hop off the bed, standing beside it as he looks down at you. It’s just an intrusive thought, nothing to think anymore on. He’d never actually consciously think about feeling you up while you’re asleep. That’s… that’s wrong. Not to mention you only recently turned 18, what kind of person would take advantage of that?

Sitting back on the bed, he can only hope you stay asleep as his hand travels from your shoulders down your back, hesitating before moving further down. The way you fell asleep has one leg bent with the other straight, so he keeps his hand going over your ass and between your legs, feeling his pants tighten as he thinks of what’s underneath. It’s wrong on so many levels, but a deep part of him tells him it’s not wrong if nobody knows. Not only that, he loves you more than his own wife, whether it’s familial or not, so he’s not touching you out of ill will. Feeling his body heat up and his mind run rampant at the fact you’re still asleep, he moves your shorts to the side a bit, wiggling two fingers underneath your panties as his other hand unbuttons his own pants. It’s so dirty and wrong, but nobody can disturb this moment and he hasn’t felt real pleasure in so long, desperate to know what you feel like and if he can get away with it.

He backs out almost immediately though, removing his hand as you move, legs moving until you’re groaning, rubbing your nose into your pillow. He’s able to quickly button his pants back up, using his hand that was just against your clit to rub circles on your upper back. “Hey baby, you finally up?”

“Daddy? When— When’d you get here?” Your groggy reply has him mentally sighing in relief. If you seem like you didn’t know what he did to you, then he shouldn’t be worried. Rubbing your eyes, you roll over to face him, slowly sitting up. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you when you came home, I— I was just tired,”

“Now don’t worry ‘bout not greeting me. I know you were a little more than just tired,” he takes on a soft tone and gently brings his hand up to your cheek, the one he hadn’t seen yet, the one that had a mark blooming on your skin. “What’d she do to you?”

“It— I accidentally called her mom again. We got into an argument,”

“Was that it?”

“At first. She’s jealous that you show me more love than her. She thinks I’m trying to take her place, so I told her that she was wrong. She slapped me because I talked back,” your chest started to heave as you held back sobs, trying to finish talking before the dam completely broke. “I’m starting to think maybe I should finish school living with Uncle ‘Tsumu instead,” more tears plopped onto your twiddling hands. “I don’t wanna be the reason your relationship fails, daddy,”

Little do you know that the gears are already in motion, but Osamu just sighs and tugs you into his chest, letting you cry into his work shirt. “You’re not living with ‘Tsumu. This is my house and if you want to take a year to figure out what you’re doing, then you can stay here. She’s just gonna have to suck it up,”

“Okay,” it comes out almost intelligible, but he understands. He doesn’t know how long he pats your back while you cry in the comfort of his arms, he can only think about what he did and what he was about to do. And what his mind wants him to do. It isn’t until you pull from him does he break out of his trance, looking down at you wiping your cheeks. “Can you do something for me, please?”

When he said yes, he expected plenty of things. Divorce, scolding his wife, even dirty things only he would think about. He didn’t expect the dirty thing to be fucking his own wife, instead of his daughter. “Ah, honey, right there! Don’t stop!” Hikari moans, fingers digging into the pillows as she practically screams out in pleasure. Osamu has barely made any noise, forcing her mouth against the pillows to muffle her moans and screams as he tells her they’re not alone. Even if it was your idea and his wife doesn’t care, he feels dirty sleeping with her instead of you. It almost feels as if he’s cheating, which is a horrible thought he tries to ignore.

Hikari’s squeals make him only roll his eyes, knowing she’s only acting the way because she’s showing off that he’s sleeping with her and not you, which is almost a disgusting thing to think about. She’s jealous of something that doesn’t exist. His love for you was most likely always going to happen, she just doesn’t know that. Even when he’s close to finishing, he has to grit his teeth and close his eyes as he imagines he could be fucking you instead, with your ass bouncing on his cock and your pretty face streaked with tears of pleasure. The small mental image has him pushing over the edge, pulling out of his wife before releasing on the bed below them, rubbing his cock against her pussy as he comes down from his high.

“Wh- Why didn’t you finish inside me?” She whines, pushing her ass against his cock and rubbing. “I want to feel you inside me, ‘Samu,”

“We’re not using protection, so I didn’t want to risk it,” is all he says, chest heaving as he tries to get rid of that image of you in his head. He can’t live his life like this.

“It’s okay, I’m your wife, you know?” She continues to pester him, giggling when he flips her over, only to drop her smile when he practically glares down at her.

“Wife or not, you’re not fit to be a mother. So I’m not going to finish inside you,” is all he says, before getting up and heading into the bathroom, leaving her to pout on the bed. She can clean herself up, it’s not his problem. He may have upset her with that, but it’s what she deserves and what she needed to hear. Coming out of the bathroom, she’s curled up in bed reading a book, ignoring his presence. Struck a nerve indeed, he did, but it’s not his problem, as he decides to watch some TV before bed.

The next day is a day off for Osamu, letting the other workers run the shop while he takes a much deserved break. Waking up alone isn’t something he’s used to, but he doesn’t mind an empty house with no crazy woman to deal with. Well, mostly empty. You’re still here, since you don’t have school today, so he thinks maybe today can be a day where you two just hang out without worrying about third parties interfering. Getting up to get his morning coffee, he doesn’t expect to see you up already, in the hallway, exiting the bathroom.

His only thought was that he knew your body would be beautiful bare in front of him. The thoughts of you calling his name while creaming around his cock come flooding back in, his eyes unable to stop from roaming your curves and using his imagination to place what’s under your hands and arm. It’s only when you gasp, profusely apologize, and run into your room, does he actually break from his trance. Now not only is he sporting a hard boner now, but he did so by looking at you, his daughter’s, naked body. To add more salt, you were aware of the situation.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running his hand down his face. He didn’t think you’d be up for a daddy-daughter date this afternoon, anymore.

On your end, you were so stunned from everything that happened, the only thing you could do was lean against your closed door, hands covering your breasts as everything processed. You had expected an empty house, waking up to complete silence as you figured out what you were going to do. Starting your day with a shower, you didn’t bother bringing any clothes because of the supposedly empty house, which ended up being the mistake that made everything weird.

Your whole body felt hot as you put on a big t-shirt, coming down to your mid-thigh, mind running laps as you processed how Osamu, your father, reacted to your naked body. Was your mother right to worry? Was he actually attracted to you— at least your body? The thin material of his sweatpants made his cock look so big, it made your insides warm thinking about it. Even as you pull on a pair of panties, you can feel yourself wet from the sight of him getting aroused. It felt so dirty, but you just couldn’t help it.

Laying down on your bed, you spread your legs and slid your hand under your panties. You may have just taken a shower, but you had to deal with these urges or else suffer taboo thoughts for the rest of the day. Plus your thoughts were completely private, nobody knew of them, so it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time thinking of dirty things. You couldn’t help thinking about last night, how your mother was screaming in pleasure, even though it was disgusting, but if his cock was as big as you thought it was, you couldn’t help it. Thinking of you in that position, laying underneath Osamu as his cock ruts against your most sensitive areas, making you see stars. Unlike those fleeting boy crushes, he was an experienced man who probably knows his way around a woman, able to easily make you finish within minutes.

However you saw him yesterday has completely changed, your body craving his touch and his body after catching a glimpse of a boner from him. It makes you feel so dirty thinking of him that way, but a part of you wonders if it’s only normal? Not because of what you saw, but he’s always been there for you, loving you with no conditions contrary to Hikari, so it only makes sense that you’d end up feeling this way, right? Only serving to feed into your delusions, your fingers work faster against your clit, tiring out your arm until you’re seeing stars and biting down on your t-shirt, toes curling as you finally reach the end you were striving for. Instead of thinking those thoughts are horrible in your post-bliss, they only serve to make you want more.

No, this is wrong. You need to apologize.

There’s nothing else about it. You don’t need to be on eggshells around Osamu, that’d only serve in making your mother suspicious something is up. Plus, you don’t need your only security net in this dysfunctional family gone. With a set goal in mind, you wipe off the juices from your hand and leave the room, expecting him to be in the kitchen. Is it forgetfulness and comfortability that has you in only a long t-shirt and panties? Or is it the fact that maybe, just maybe, you want those fantasies to not only be fantasies? Telling yourself the former, you walk into the kitchen to see nobody there. Peaking into the living room, the house almost seems empty. Thinking perhaps he’s too embarrassed to even possibly be around you now, you accept defeat and trudge back to your room, only to stop in front of your door.

You don’t know whether it’s wishful thinking or simple coincidence, but you notice the master bedroom door is cracked open, hardly enough to see inside, but enough that the sounds from inside aren’t as well muffled as they should be. Curiosity has never urged you closer to the door than in this moment, finding your breathing shaky as you listen to the moans and groans inside the room. Is he.. Is he touching himself? To the brief image of your mostly naked body? The thought makes your stomach warm, thighs squeezing together as you’re faced with a choice to either open the door or go back to your room. Nothing can ever go back to the way it was, but crossing the threshold could mean the end for many things, as well as the beginning of many.

Creaking the door open, you expect Osamu to turn around, looking in the doorway to your slightly shaking frame, instead he doesn’t stop, never faltering. The well lit room hides nothing, your eyes landing on the pink panties you just threw in the hamper in his hand, pushed up to his nose. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, pumping away as his arm flexes with each pump. The thought of him sniffing your dirty laundry so shamelessly has arousal building in your lower stomach, making your panties even wetter than before. You two can never go back to how you were before, but a part of you is okay with that.

Completely lost in a fantasy world, Osamu doesn’t even notice you’ve opened his door. He did intentionally leave the door open a crack, just to see if you came out of your room or even if you were just like him, but it backfired when he completely ignored the creaking of the door. Head filled with a lusty haze and the image of your naked body, more fleshed out, bouncing on his cock had his hand moving faster as he sniffed your dirty panties. He shouldn’t be doing something so shameful, but he just can’t help how you make him feel. It isn’t until the door is shut does he realize someone’s seen him. Using your panties to cover his obviously hard cock, he turns to see you leaning against the door, feet shifting as your thighs rub together.

He can’t even get out any words, too stunned, seeing you push yourself off the door as you sway, hands gripping the edges of your shirt — one he gave you years ago after you had a nightmare. “It’s not very nice to go stealing my underwear, you know?” Your voice is so sweet to him, but it breaks his trance as guilt and regret fills his body. That is, until his eyes watch as one of your hands pulls up the shirt, your other one going between your legs and rubbing against your pussy. The same one he’s been dreaming about since he almost touched it. “If you want, I could give you the pair I’m wearing, instead,” your breath becomes shaky, but you keep going. Sliding them off, you barely manage to get your legs out of them before he’s sweeping you off of your feet, lips pressed against yours with a passion he hasn’t given to anyone.

Osamu can hardly believe it when you begin to kiss him back, hand coming behind his head before he sets you back down, breaking the kiss. “You know I’m gonna do more than take your panties, right? Is that what you want?” Leaning away from you, he sees the wavering determination in your eyes and has a dreading feeling you’ll back out, make it so he chases you until you’re out of his sight, but instead you simply wrap your damp panties around his cock, making him bite his lip. You were so wet, touching yourself to your own dirty father touching himself to you.

“Yes, daddy. I want this, if you’d have me,” your answer is swiftly met with a kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist as he brings you to the bed. A silly sentence to say, he thinks, finally letting his hand sink between your legs where he has been dying to touch. It’s all he’s wanted for the past day, thinking of you and your sweetness in every waking thought. He doesn’t want to take off the shirt, finding it as a claim to your body as he simply pulls it up to gaze upon your breasts. Always a giver and less of a taker, he doesn’t wait in putting his lips on your skin, letting his tongue taste you. “W-wait, they’re sensi-ti-” your gasps only have him putting in more effort on your nipples, rolling one of them between his teeth as he uses his other hand to rub and tweak the other one. Using both of his hands to massage your breasts, he presses open mouthed kisses all over them, sucking on the skin before moving his mouth lower.

With his mouth right in front of your pussy, he isn’t surprised when your legs try to close up, him having to press kisses to your thighs to make you relax. “It’ll be okay, don’t worry, baby,”

“But— isn’t the taste weird? What if you don’t like it?” Your question is so innocent, but it tells him all he needs to know about you. Taking your virginity only serves to make his cock bob in anticipation, eager to take it. Chuckling, he pulls your up so you’re practically folded in half, your pussy completely on display for him.

“Any man who doesn’t give as much as he takes isn’t worth your time. And your daddy will always be worth your time,” he simply says, pressing a kiss to your folds before diving between them. He’s waited long enough to touch your most sensitive area, he’s not gonna wait to taste it, as well. Plus, your squeals under him have his cock throbbing at what’s to come. If his mouth brings you this much pleasure, that you’re tightening your grip on the hem of your shirt, only to move to grabbing your breasts, trying to ground yourself, he can’t wait to see how you react to his cock inside of you.

Kissing, licking, and flicking his tongue against your clit and slurping up any juices has you seeing stars, toes curling as your eyes roll at the feeling of your high washing over you. Your body feels so tingly and sensitive that you can’t help but twitch as Osamu sets you down, rubbing his cock against you. Worried about being able to take him well, you feel your face get hot as you watch him rubbing his cock against your soaking wet pussy, sighs of satisfaction as he does.

Pushing your legs back, he finally lines himself up as you watch, waiting for something to happen. “You sure you want this? You can still back out,”

“I’m positive.” Even going as far as to spread your folds, rubbing your middle finger against your clit, you show him as well as tell. “I want you to be my first, daddy. I want you to fill me up,”

Even if he had planned on using protection, your sudden declaration of him filling you up would make him not want to. It’s not that he wants you pregnant, but rather he wants you to feel all of him and he wants to feel all of you. With a nod, he pushes into your tiny hole and has to practically hold his breath from busting on the spot, with your walls squeezing him so much. “Relax, princess. We got time,” he shushes, moving down to press kisses to your face and neck. Feeling him gently rock himself into you, you were able to relax and let him move in even more, stretching your hole more as your velvety walls spasmed around him, trying to milk him. “Fuck,” he groaned, then finished sheathing himself all the way, making you mewl from the sudden thrust.

You felt completely full, as if he was everywhere and anywhere in the moment. His hips began moving, starting off slow that would have his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls and feeling his balls flush against your ass. Increasing his speed, you had to dig your nails into his shoulders as you held on, having his move so fast that your body rocked with each thrust, juices gushing out of you. His cock was covered in your juices and his own precum, coating the outside of your cunt and dripping down his balls.

“You gonna take it?” He suddenly groans, making you open your eyes and look at his sweat covered face. “You gonna take all my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up? That’s what you want, right?” A nod from you is all you can muster, but he moves your leg into the crook of his elbow, freeing his hand to squish your cheeks together so you face him. “I wanna hear you say it,”

“Yes, daddy!” You slur, sticking out your tongue as you feel the beginning of his load empty out inside of you. “Fill me all the way up, please!” The last part of the sentence comes out of grit teeth, as your back arches and your eyes roll back. It’s so pleasureful, feeling a heavy load fill your walls that you can’t help but let yourself completely go, spraying watery juices all over Osamu’s abdomen, dripping down onto his sweatpants.

Osamu can’t believe his eyes, truly. Watching you come undone on his cock is even better than he could have imagined, as he way he’s your body twitch and feels your walls spastically gush around him makes him even harder inside of you. Making you squirt, however? Just from filling you up with a load of cum? Fuck, he doesn’t even let you enter a post-bliss state, worried you’d want to stop when he’s only getting his engines warm. You can barely refute him as he starts fucking into you again, pushing his cum out of your little cunt with each thrust. He’s gonna fuck every pent up load into you all before his stupid wife gets home.

For the rest of the day, Osamu has you trying out different positions all just to hear you scream and mewl underneath him, telling him how good it feels when he fucks you like an animal starved. It makes him feel good to have someone actually love him, wanting him to feel just as good as he makes them. Whether it’s you putting in the work to bounce on his cock so he can grab and play with your bouncing breasts or you on your knees in front of him and his cock on your tongue, you don’t want him doing all the work and doing all the giving. He makes sure to clean you up, too, wiping down the sweat from your body and the copious amount of cum dribbling out of your abused cunt. It isn’t until Hikari pulls up do you two separate, you going to do homework while he watches TV. None the wiser than she was yesterday, Osamu can’t help but smile when she passes by him, letting her kiss him on the lips moments after he made you cum on his tongue.

Each day is a day full of giggles with a game of secrecy. How long until Hikari actually catches you two? How long can you two spend together behind closed doors before it’s suspicious? You get better at muffling and holding back your moans and Osamu gets better at not ogling you whenever you two aren’t alone. Spending time in your room doing ‘homework’, Osamu brings you your dinner and even helps you with some stuff, all while Hikari sits in her little office typing away, ignorant of your bed creaking in time with his thrusts. Whenever she has a long day of work, she takes a long bath and you end up on Osamu’s lap in the living room, bouncing on his cock while a movie plays to cover your mewls and his groans.

It isn’t until after you graduate does the secret get out.

Working at Onigiri Miya on the surface was a job that would keep you close to Osamu and stay at home, making Hikari annoyed that you’re still in the picture. Threatening a divorce if she tried to send you off to a college without your consent, you were free to live at home and work with your father, having more than familial moments in the back of the shop when everyone else went home. It gave you both room to spend together without worrying about someone finding out by seeing you laying on a table with your legs on Osamu’s shoulders.

“I swear, the spicy tuna onigiri brings good luck!” Atsumu swears, taking a bite of the good food.

“I think it’s just wishful thinking, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu says back, rolling his eyes. You’re off handing other customers their orders, but you can’t help but giggle at the conversation between your dad and uncle.

“If Aran was here, he’d agree!”

“Nah, Aran likes the crispy seaweed onigiri. Told me himself,” Osamu shoots back, not batting an eye.

“No he didn’t, he’s been busy,”

“He stops by every once in a while. Maybe he just doesn’t let you know when he’s in the area,”

“Are you trying to insinuate something?”

“Okay, you two,” you butt in, handing another order of spicy tuna to Atsumu, “no need to fight when we got other customers.”

“What about you? Do you agree, doll?” Atsumu asks, giving you one of those girl-swooning smiles.

“Actually, I don’t have a favorite, so I don’t think any are more lucky or special than the others. They all taste good, so that’s what matters,” you shrug, making Atsumu’s smile fall.

“You’d say anything to not be on my side, wouldn’t you?”

“Not completely true,” you then sigh, then nod. “But yes,”

“I’m being ganged up on, here,”

“Food’s food, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu says, rolling his eyes.

Atsumu stayed at least until closing, talking about old school stuff and his team with volleyball. Most of their old friends had retired, living a comfortable life and meeting up every once in a while to catch up. Atsumu had only recently retired, so he spent most of his free time chowing down on food Osamu made for him. Waving goodbye to him, you could only sigh as you switched the sign to close and turned off the neon sign, signaling the end of your shift. Well, at least until Osamu tugs you into his chest and kisses you on the head.

“Tired again, huh?” You giggle when he only sighs. “Should I close up by myself, then?”

“Not a chance. Get yourself in the kitchen,”

It isn’t long until you’re in the same position you were in yesterday, one leg bent and held up by his arm while he rams his cock into your cunt, heavy moans coming from your lips with each pump. Resting your head on the counter, your fingers run down the surface as drool spills from your lips, keeping your focus on not having the one leg on the ground buckle. With his one arm holding up your leg and his hand resting against your side, his other hand pushes pieces of onigiri into your mouth, keeping it in your mouth so you don’t spit it out. Moaning, you lick the excess rice from his fingers and suck on them, bringing him to his release and filling you up. Pulling out, he lets the excess run out and puddle on the floor before pushing back in, making more squeeze out, going for another round and only focusing on you.

Atsumu couldn’t believe it. He dropped his wallet when he was eating, probably just slipped out of his pocket. He should’ve double checked before leaving the restaurant, as this has happened before when he doesn’t wear a coat. With the warm nights that spring brings, he hasn’t bothered with wearing a jacket, but he might have to so he stops accidentally losing things. Even though the store says it’s closed, he tries the door and finds it’s unlocked, making him confused, but still going inside. Though, he immediately forgets why he was there when he hears the moans and groans echoing in the empty shop. The only two workers when he left would’ve been ‘Samu and you, so he’s confused as to why he hears those noises. Going around the counter and looking into the kitchen, he can’t take his eyes off the display he sees.

Osamu, his brother, is fucking you on the counter in his shop after hours. If he’d had known this is what he was missing out on, he’d have left his wallet behind on purpose long before now. Completely ignored by the two of you, he just watches as your eyes roll and leg twitches as Osamu pumps a load into your cunt, pulling out to smear some of it on your pussy like he’s claiming it. Atsumu doesn’t know if he’s upset you two didn’t tell him about such a juicy secret or if he’s upset he didn’t get to lay claim on his pretty little niece first. Clearing his throat and knocking on the wall, he makes his presence known.

Covering your chest and looking away is the reaction he expected from you, but Osamu just stares at him like he’s expecting something. “Did you need something? Or you just being a pervert?”

“A pervert? I should be calling you that, ‘Samu. Screwing your own daughter? Does your wife know?”

The answer Osamu gave wasn't necessarily unexpected, but the tone of which he chose made Atsumu's eyes widen with surprise. “I don't care what that old hag thinks. If you're so bent on spilling our little secret, it's not going to change much of anything,”

“Your whole life could be ruined if I told your wife, you know? Really going to let me spill the beans on you?” Atsumu asks, but he wouldn't dare tell. Especially not if Osamu lets him have a taste. Even now, you're all curled up and covering yourself as if your dearest father's cock is currently buried inside of you, like you can keep any more of your innocence from him.

“I know you better than that, 'Tsumu. We've always had each other's backs, why would that change now?” He simply states, even rocking his hips into you that has your leg twitching, your harsh whispers of telling him not now. Atsumu can't help but laugh, nodding and getting closer to the two of you.

“You're right, I wouldn't snitch. Although, it's a bit sad you didn't let me know before. Too scared I'd take her away from you?”

“As if,” Osamu scoffs, his thumb rubbing your clit, making you twitch and mewl. The sight of you makes Atsumu's cock twitch, his jeans getting tighter with each noise. “Nothing can beat our first time together. You're welcome to try, but I doubt it,”

“Well, then I can't back down, can I?” Atsumu gives off simple smile, but his mind is full of nothing but dirty, disgusting thoughts of what he could do to you. Of course, Osamu pulling his cock out to let his previous loads drip from your cunt reminds him you're still owned by someone else, but Atsumu will take sloppy seconds this time. Watching as Atsumu unzips his jeans has you scrambling to move, unsure of what's about to happen.

“Wait, Uncle 'Tsumu—”

“Don't worry, doll. You trust you dear old daddy, don't you?” A nod from you. “He wouldn't let me near you if he didn't trust me. No need to worry 'bout a thing,” Atsumu pecks your lips, looking to see Osamu has backed off completely. You're pulled off of the counter, legs wobbly as you hold onto Atsumu as he picks you up. Osamu may have strength leftover from his volleyball days, but Atsumu is stronger, able to easily lift you onto where his hard cock is waiting for your drooling pussy.

Osamu finds himself on a stool, stroking his cock and spreading your leftover juices all over the skin. “It'll be alright, princess. Daddy's right here, just let your uncle have a taste, okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” your voice is so innocent, so sweet, Atsumu can't hold back, pulling your hips flush against his, groaning at the squeeze you immediately give him.

“Oh, fuck,” he swears, immediately setting into a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock while he holds you up. The sheer strength of him keeping you up combined with the sensitivity from Osamu has you creaming on his cock, making him curse again. He's never been more thankful for leaving his wallet, letting him have the opportunity to feel a nice, young cunt squeezing him again. “Finishing so soon? I just got started,”

“‘ish gooood~” you slur, tongue hanging out as you dig your nails into his shoulders and your legs tighten and twitch in his hold. Your fucked out expression and the consistent string of moans from your lips has him thinking you really are like a doll, just a gummy little hole for him to fuck.

It's not long until he feels juices to gush from your pussy, dripping down and staining his jeans as his balls slap against your ass, making an echoing sound in the kitchen as your moans join it. The brothers keep their moans to a minimum, Atsumu occasionally looking over to see milky fluid dribbling down Osamu's cock and his hand, chuckling at how much of a degenerate his brother is. Feeling your walls squeeze around him once more, he gives a few harsh thrusts up into your cunt before spilling his load into you, moaning at the feeling of you milking his cock.

It's the last orgasm you could have of the night, your body limp in Atsumu's arms as he sets you on the counter, letting his cum ooze out of your abused cunt and onto it. “Think I can have her for the night?” Atsumu suddenly asks, getting his breath back. Osamu sends him a glare, but he brushes it off. “Come on, I promise I'll give her back. One night, and I'll keep your dirty little secret.”

Osamu agrees, letting his brother take your unconscious body home, as you had fallen asleep from your last orgasm. He worries what Atsumu would do to you, but he also knows he can trust him to not hurt you. The only problem is going home to Hikari, who seems elated that Atsumu picked you up from the shop and you decided to spend the night at his house, eager to get her hands on Osamu and spend all her time with him. He regrets not having you there that night, but you were delivered safe and sound the next day, stuffed full of your uncle's cum and a toy keeping it all in.

It started a new thing for Osamu and you to enjoy doing, having your body shared between your father and your uncle, with both of them cleaning you up at the end of it. Atsumu had something to do with his free time and he also provided an easy alibi to give to Hikari whenever she wondered why you two weren't at the house. Why, all she needed to hear was that you went out with friends and Osamu's hanging out with him and some other alumni from Inarizaki, easing her worries. She doesn't need to know the friends you're with are the same people Osamu's hanging out with, the same people who are having a taste of you on their cocks and their tongues. The quickies from before are replaced by actual time spent between the two of you, maybe adding in a third or a fourth, but it ends with you happy and him even happier.

Truly, nothing could ruin this blissful atmosphere he's created with you. Not even the baggage that thought he still loved her could tear you two apart. It was only a matter of time before she realized that he had found love in someone else, someone who she despised. He fell in love with everything Hikari isn’t, she just didn’t know it yet.

When Hikari tells him about her business sending her out of the country for a week, he could hardly contain his joy. As emotionless as he could muster, he congratulated her on her promotion and offered to even help her pack for the trip. It was just a small business venture and she said she’d call him every night to let him know she was alright, but he could honestly care less. Watching her fill a suitcase the night before her flight reminded him of how she tried to send you away from him and how he dearly wished Hikari would be sent away from him for good. It just gave you two the freedom to dirty every surface in the house without worry.

Whether he was bending you over the back of the couch while you watched your favorite show or making you cockwarm him so he could read the newspaper, he made sure you were always close by and always dressed for him. Skirts and no panties, draped in his shirts with lacy panties that hid nothing, a cute sweater and loose shorts paired with thigh highs, anything that gave him easy access or that he liked seeing you in was fair game. Even Atsumu and your ‘little’ friends would come over, spreading your holes wide open and drenching your prettiest clothes and your pretty face in their cum, painting your body with load after load. Nothing was better for you, having your father love your body and show it off to his friends and hearing their compliments. It was a twisted way of thinking, but you were well past the point of no return, rather accepting their compliments with an open mouth and a dripping pussy.

Every night had you ending it in someone’s lap, cock still inside as your working cunt milked every last drop of them. Osamu always made sure to clean you up, tucking you in his bed as he joined you, kissing you goodnight as you peacefully slept. The minutes turned to hours and the hours turned to days and before you knew it, the week was up and you two were so lost in each other’s touch all week, you didn’t even register that your time alone together was drawing to a close. With minds only focused on each other, it was no surprise the two of you couldn’t hear the phone ringing nor when a car had pulled up the front of the house. Even the door being knocked on and unlocked went unnoticed, lips locked as Osamu rocked his cock deeper inside of you, making sure your sensitive walls felt every single rub against them.

He heard the gasp before you did, a bag dropping on the floor in shock as he looked up from your body, seeing Hikari, his wife, in the hallway across from him. It wasn’t horror on her face, just rage and jealousy as she watched him rock his cock into your warm cunt. Grabbing your hair and tugging your head back, he made sure your scream of pleasure had no muffles as your high hit, toes curling and legs tightening around his neck as he brought his lips to yours, finally muffling the screams. A few more pumps of his cock into your gushing cunt had him finishing inside, a low moan as he licked your lips, giving you another kiss that had you two swapping spit.

“Osamu, how dare—!” Hikari was cut off by Atsumu, dressed in nothing but a towel covering his lower half exiting the bathroom, tutting at her.

“Should’ve stayed wherever you went, lady. You’ve been replaced,” he grinned, practically pushing her out of the house. She could smell the alcohol on him, meaning he was drinking. In her house.

“How dare that slu-”

“Oh, shove it. Go find some young cock to suck, hag,” he sneered, pushing her outside the door as she gasped, stumbling. He waved and smiled as he shut the door, making sure the locking of it was audible enough for her to hear. Whistling and dusting off his hands, walking over to where Osamu had his mouth buried between your thighs as your fingers dig into his scalp. “Don’t forget to leave some for me,”

At his request, Osamu gets off your clit with a loud ‘pop’ noise, lapping at the excess around your pussy, letting Atsumu kneel down and get his tongue in your messy cunt, slurping up his brother’s cum and your juices. Feeling your hand come to the back of his head, he only smirked as he suckled on your clit, pushing two fingers into your cunt while Osamu removed himself from your lower area. Moving up to your mouth, you eagerly stuck out your tongue to welcome his hard cock in your mouth, moaning around the appendage as you made sure to slurp any cum coating it.

One thing the two of them could agree on, is that you’re a damn treasure they enjoy and nobody will stand in their way.

#BB.Kinky #haikyuu smut #BB.Dark #tw.incest #tw.somnophilia #cw.age gap #tw.infidelity #‘Samu.Spice #Mr. ‘Samu #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.gangbang #tw.daddykink #tw. abuse #tw.alcohol #though it’s just mentioned #tw.food play #cw.food

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𖤐Mr. Suneater.

ORDER #5 -- daddy kink, age gap, boss x employee, prohero!tamaki, creampie, size kink, established relationship, talk of alcohol, consensual sex, full nelson, terms like "princess" "young lady" are used.

WORD COUNT# -- 6.1k

HUNGRY FOR MORE? -- buffet entrance

you were probably the luckiest girl in japan.

you got to work under your favorite pro hero, Suneater. he has always been somebody you admired. you're still a fan of his, but maybe not as desperate of one, not like how you were back in highschool. in your teenage years you would go through the effort to look up clips of him after or in between classes, you'd scavenge for his few interviews he'd reluctantly agreed to do, and of course you tried to get your hands on the small amount of merch he had. you had years worth of hero work to go through.

he was thirty-three when you graduated school at eighteen.

you were twenty-one when you applied for a job as his secretary after the opening of his first agency. Mr. Suneater was thirty-six.

he wasn't aware you were a die hard fan of his, and you'd left that . . . obsessive attitude behind in highschool. you didn't bring it up to him either, feeling that it was too embarrassing for the pro to know about your little celebrity crush you had on him. you were more mature now, and you really did want to help people with this job.

that didn't stop the huge rush of adrenaline and excitement that had you squealing in victory when you received the email that you'd secured the job as his personal secretary. you got to move your stuff into your desk that was right down the hall of Mr. Suneaters office where he completed paperwork and general work he couldn't do out on the streets. running an agency was a big job, and you were determined to help.

you got to see him everyday.

you saw him every morning for the next year, bright and early, when it was just you and him getting ready for the day before other members of the agency arrived. you got to watch him wake up, his wise eyes half lidded and sleepy, his wild dark hair unmade and long where it bobbed around his jaw. you got to bid him goodnight when you both locked up, and you got to hopelessly look forward to the way he would look down at you to tell you that you did a good job that day.

hell, he had you on speed dial so that you could properly keep him up to date with his schedule, he was anxious about that kinda stuff. you were quite literally getting phone calls from Suneater.

Suneater had done a lot of growing since UA, physically and emotionally. sure, he was still on the introverted side, his anxiety remained a very present thing in his day to day life. but he had gained the confidence to start his own agency which was something you were proud of him for.

he was resilient, reliable, and strong. mentally and physically, as he had increased challenging his body and training after he had mastered his quirk.

in short, you could say you appreciated it. he was taller now, and because you were in charge of his larger appointments, including physical check ups from doctors, you knew he was roughly six-foot-one. he'd hit a growth spurt after highschool, and Suneater had told you himself in a dejected mumble that he wished he was still small enough to easily hide behind his close friend Lemillion, who was a beast.

in your first year of work under him he used to strictly refer to you as "miss" and "young lady". it was funny, because it made him sound like an old man. you'd giggle afterwards everytime and his ears would droop, unsure of what you were laughing at.

"you can just call me by name, y'know." you informed him one day, slipping some important papers into a yellow manila folder.

Suneater hovered by your desk, his shoulders stiffening up. "if you're sure, then alright. i'll try and remember that." hesitantly he added your last name to the end of his sentence.

you smiled warmly. "there you go."

Suneater breathed your name again, as if he was trying to make it stick. "got it." he nodded, and off he went to his office.

goosebumps had spread out across your skin, the chills remaining even after the couple minutes you sat alone in his absence. a giddy thrill coursed through your veins, and that thrill followed you everyday you worked with him.

it was late march, his thirty-seventh birthday had come and went on the fourth. of course you had given him a little something. a small vanilla cupcake, his favorite. it wouldn't help him save people and it wouldn't take up much room in his stomach, he had a big appetite nowadays. yet, Suneater didn't seem to think about these things. he ate it in three bites and nodded his thanks, giving you a thumbs up instead of a proper thank you. you didn't mind, you were aware he wasn't a huge fan of his birthday.

"'s good." he told you, his little smile showing off the crows feet by his eyes.

"i'm glad." you murmured, watching him lick creamy frosting off his fingers.

you waited for a week or two after his birthday before you came to terms with your budding feelings. you made the decision to take a leap of faith.

you planned to ask him out to a small pub that you knew was open late after work, it was a normal thing to do as coworkers. you were a big part of his job, so why not spend a little extra time together? you still had a strong interest in him, especially now that you actually knew him, and not just of things that you've read online. these shallow little feelings had grown into something more permanent, a genuine affection and desire that you wanted to explore.

"hey, do you wanna go out for drinks tonight?" you stopped by his door, pulling your pencil skirt down your thighs.

Suneater looked up at you, reading glasses resting on the tip of his nose. he was quick to yank them off, "um." he glanced at the time, just about everyone had gone home already.

you were tired from the day, even though crime was slow at the moment. your hair was unkempt and your blouse collar was unbuttoned, your makeup not as perfect as it had been that morning. you had a new winter coat over your shoulders, and you watched him take notice of it and catch the hint that it was time to close up shop for the night.

"it's . . . a little late, yeah?" Suneater sifted through paperwork, standing up and getting himself ready to go.

you chuckled, walking up to his desk and sitting on the corner with your leg crossed over the other. "oh, i guess it is."

Suneater looked at you with a hesitant downturn of his lips. "i don't drink."

your brows arched, expressing your surprise. you simply wanted to relax and hang out with him, and you just assumed that for men at his age that meant alcohol.

"really?" you asked, kicking your feet.

"uh, yep. sober since i was twenty-four," he paused to calculate. "so that's thirteen years." he finished cleaning up his work area and snatched up his coat.

you followed him out of his office, watching him lock it. together you walked down the hall, bags and comfortable silence in tow. you broke it with a small hum. "any particular reason?"

"that i'm sober?" he looked down at you to double check.

you nodded, helping him turn off all the lights.

"well, i don't like alcohol. and i'm usually the designated driver." he explained, his reasoning extraordinarily simple. "i'm a bit of a lightweight, and i just don't like getting drunk."

"oh." you fiddled with your zipper, the air cold and whipping against your legs when Suneater opened the door for you. "i guess i never really noticed." there have been plenty of opportunities for you to be around him while alcohol was at the table, he had many events to attend nowadays. but it made sense for a hero to avoid substances that could stunt their efficiency and quality of work.

he cleared his throat, "why don't you go with someone else? i think some people went out earlier tonight when they got off their shift." he held a large jingling keyring, his fingers shuffled through them to use the right one to lock the main doors.

shame clogged up your throat, an embarrassed heat crawling to your cheeks that valiantly fought off the chill of the night. "yeah, they did." Suneater looked at you curiously over his shoulder, your nervous tone unusual. you've grown to be pretty comfortable talking to him in your time of working under him, and he was the same with you.

an awkward silence floated across the frigid breeze.

he looked so handsome in the darkness, the light from the street casting a dim pretty glow across his tanned skin. his long hair fluttered when he shivered and shook his head, his dark eyes squeezing shut and then immediately popping open to look at you curiously.

"maybe we can try lunch instead? coffee?" you offered and immediately regretted it, you sounded so needy. too obvious, too obvious!

"oh, um. maybe." Suneater replied weakly.

your heart sank, he didn't sound interested in the slightest. you stared at each other for a little longer.

"did . . ." Suneater trailed off before he could really formulate his sentence. he took a breath, "so you wanted to go with me in particular?"

that warmth in your cheeks rapidly spread out along your chest and back, "i asked you! so, yeah."

Suneater rolled his wide shoulders and started in the direction of the train station. he always walked you there. he started doing it once he realized how late you had to stay with him after work. it never failed to make you feel all fuzzy inside to know he cared personally about your safety, but now all you felt was dread knowing that he was probably going to reject you by how this walk was playing out.

"i know, but drinks this late? i guess i was just wondering if-- if you wanted to go with me, and only me." his voice was soft and low, rasping on the way out of his dusky pink lips. "and lunch?"

you laughed nervously, wrapping your coat around you more firmly in an attempt to keep the cold from reaching you. your legs were covered in chills, the air creeping over your skin and making it impossible to stop shivering. the nerves made it hard too.

"yeah, what do you . . . think i mean by that?" you tried to stall for as long as possible, your head was racing with thoughts and screaming concerns.

mostly ones that ran along the lines of 'i'm so fired.'

"i'm sorry if i'm wrong, this is super unprofessional," Suneater anxiously muttered, "but i think you're trying to ask me out. like on a date." his voice quivered on the last word.

"you caught me . . !" you tried to joke, "good job, Suneater."

"wow." he gasped softly.

you didn't give him another chance to speak, word vomit spilling out of you.

"i'm sorry, i'm the unprofessional one here, you're my boss, i just put you in a really bad position." you rushed to take the blame for the awkwardness, voice rising and eyes burning with humiliated tears. what were you expecting, really? just because you were close with him didn't mean that anything more was going to come out of it. you should have just kept your mouth shut.

Suneater's pace was slow, his legs were longer than yours so you knew it was on purpose so you could keep up with him. he glanced at you and shook his head, "no, no, you're okay. the thing is . . ." his chin dimpled and he had an awkward quirk of his lips, "i want to say yes, it's just that-- well, i dunno. you're really young."

your body was on fire, a funny sound popped out of you, "what? that's it?"

"yeah. i don't think you really want me that way, I'm just-- how old are you again?" he looked down at you, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"twenty-two."

"god, twenty-two." he sighed.

"is that so bad?" you asked softly, sniffling and subtly pulling yourself back together.

"i'm pushing forty," he told you. " we have a fifteen year age gap, it's a little bad." Suneater's eyes went skyward, as if he could peek at the top of his head, "i mean, i found another grey hair this morning."

"and your hair looks great! i like it." you giggled in a breathy tone while you shrugged unhelpfully. he said he wanted to take you up on your offer, and that's all you were really thinking about. there was hope.

"you're a nice young lady, i'm sure there are tons of young men out there that would love to have your company."

ignoring him, you just asked the burning question. "Suneater, do you want me?." being straight forward was the best option, so you went the extra mile and hooked your hand on the crook of his elbow. however after establishing that physical contact you began staring at his coat, suddenly you found it very interesting.

he choked, whipping his head away so he wouldn't have to look at you, "how are you so confident? when i was your age i could barely . . ." he trailed off, sighing again. the tips of his ears were a brilliant red, even in the dim lighting you could see it. "i do. i never thought you'd ask me, i just . . . you're out of my league." he murmured, peeking at you through his unruly long hair that you couldn't remember the last time he'd cut.

you jolted, grip tightening on him as a huge rush of excitement swarmed and overrode the negative feelings you've been fighting with for the entire conversation.

"wait, i'm out of your league?"

"yeah."

briefly you stared up at the fine piece of man standing before you. sure he was older, but that's kind of what made him more attractive.

you shook your head. "you're wrong, and I'm too tired to explain why because it's common sense."

"okay . . ."

"but, you do? you really like me?" you got up on your tippy toes, a smile growing on your lips.

"i have for a little while, yes." he placed a large, shaky hand on top of yours, keeping your own hand in place where it curled around his arm. you shivered, he was so much warmer than you, even in the cold. Suneater's confession had your body temperature rising too, you never wanted this warmth to end.

"then i don't see any problem! we both like each other so why not . . ? give it a shot?" you asked, a little nervous to see the train station coming into view, you'd have to go soon and you don't think you'd survive the night not knowing his answer.

a small smile graced his face, his eyes sparkling, "if you're really sure," he said. his brows were wrinkled, obviously still nervous that you would for whatever reason change your mind. "then, yeah i think so too."

he walked you to the train doors and gave your hand a squeeze before he let you go, and you waved at him through the window. he stayed behind to watch you leave, raising his hand in a lazy wave back, his expression sweet. you found a seat quickly due to the late hour and settled in for the ride home.

his confession continued to keep you warm for the entire trip, your cheeks sore from smiling.

the date went swimmingly, you first had to wait until he was available, and you of course handled the scheduling since you knew his so well. the first date was a lunch date and it was on a bright sunny day, unusual for the time of year. you wore your prettiest casual dress you had, while tamaki wore an old thick leather jacket you'd never seen him in before. it was cute, he paid for the meal and you finally got to spend some one on one time together.

at the end he told you that you made him feel young, and from anyone else it might have felt a little cheesy, but Suneater was so honest that it was just sweet.

the second and third date were just as nice, and work was the best it's ever been because Suneater would regularly spoil you with his handsome little smiles when he got back from patrols, rarely seen dimples popping at his cheeks. he hovered around you more, talked more and gave you so much more attention you now realized he had been holding back from giving you. you were obsessed with this new development.

maybe to anyone else it'd seem like an average amount of thoughtfulness, but with Suneater it was different, he was still introverted and very busy.

so, him going through the effort to get as much work done as possible so he could share lunch with you was charming. or the way he tried to buy you the treats you liked at the vending machines was kind, and the fact he stored them in his hero costume pouches while he was out on the streets just so he could give them to you and watch you smile was incredibly sweet.

he asked you formally to be his girlfriend on the fourth date. you gawked and asked, "i'm just now becoming your girlfriend? i thought we figured this out already!" and Suneater quickly tried to backtrack and apologize until you started laughing. you of course said yes.

by the fifth date you finally started kissing. this was when you realized Suneater was more of a taking it slow kind of guy.

even his kisses were slow, not like it was a bad thing. you quite liked it, the slow drag of his lips against yours, his breaths deep and steady when they brushed across your skin was better than you could have imagined. the heavy weight of his hands on your waist, and the way his thumbs stroked at your ribs was nice, the skin on his hands there now thickened and tough from years of hero work. he was so big, easily tucking you into his body and hiding your kisses from the world with his wide frame. he was a little soft around his middle, probably from how much eating he had to do for his quirk and you liked that too.

on the sixth date, a dinner you had prepared at your apartment, you finally called him by name. Tamaki.

"i can't believe i haven't noticed that this whole time you've been calling me by my hero name." he grumbled, eyes cast to the floor.

"i'm sorry, i'm just so used to calling you that, even in my head! especially at work." you rubbed his arm soothingly as you cuddled into his side, the two of you sinking into your couch. you were amused by his dramatics and the fact that he still hadn't grown out of it.

"it's okay. i don't mind, but i just-- i like it when you say my name, my real name." he confessed, flustered as if it was something obscene.

"i get it, Tamaki. i like it too."

Tamaki's aged eyes softened as he looked at you adoringly. he leaned down and kissed you on the cheek, his hand cupping the side of your neck and absolutely covering it. heat bursted beneath the surface of your face and you smiled with a small chuckle.

you expected a single kiss but he didn't stop there, Tamaki kept kissing you. his lips trailed across your cheek, he briefly paused to kiss at your jaw, and then his mouth went down to your neck. your eyes went wide for a second, expecting something uncharacteristically dirty to come out of your current predicament.

you waited, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. in the end, it was for nothing, because after a chaste press of his lips against your pulse, Tamaki pulled away.

"what was that?" you opened your eyes, his hand still on the side of your neck, your blood racing beneath his palm.

"a kiss?" he tilted his head.

"you've never done that before,"

"i've kissed you!"

"no-- you haven't on my neck! i thought you were gonna . . . leave a hickey or something." you shyly flapped your hand at him in an embarrassed manner. hickey's was highschool level stuff, it was immature even. someone could see them later, of course Tamaki wouldn't leave one of those.

"oh." he stared at you hard, the narrow slant of his eyes somehow narrower. "is that what you want?" he asked softly.

you squirm closer to him, glued to his side, "maybe." you tossed your earlier reasoning out the window.

"okay." Tamaki laid you down on the couch, quick to attack your neck once more with sharp teeth and supple lips. just like that, you and Tamaki shared your first time together.

you went to work wearing a turtleneck the next day, eternally grateful for the cold weather to use as an excuse to hide the bruises that decorated your neck. Tamaki's costume did a good job covering up his own bruised skin too.

"what? that can't be right."

"yep! most of our interns have been going steady and keeping stuff in check, and i got you a couple extra days off." you clicked through your computer, glancing up at him briefly with a grin. it was unusual for pros to take time off, their jobs weren't the kind where they could just spend a weekend sleeping in, especially if they have their own agency to run. yet you were determined to make it work for your boyfriend.

Tamaki leaned over you, his hand holding onto your chair as he squinted at your screen. "what about you?" he asked.

"me?"

"are you getting extra days off too?" he switched from holding onto the chair to resting his hand on your shoulder.

"oh . . . no, why? i thought you'd want the time to rest and be by yourself. don't you wanna go home?" you were trying to do something nice, he's been working hard lately when he really didn't have to. things were good, yet he was still busting his ass like he had to do everything he could to be better-- which wasn't bad! but sometimes Tamaki didn't realize when he could rest, he stressed so much over the little things.

Tamaki frowned, "yeah, but if i have days off i wanna spend them with you, at least one." he explained honestly.

your insides fluttered, "ohhh, would you miss me too much?" you teased, placing your hand over his where it was squeezing your shoulder.

Tamaki frowned harder, chin dimpling up. "yes."

"okay, you old geezer, i'll see what i can do for you."

you swiped at your computer for a couple more seconds, ready for him to walk off and continue with the day.

Tamaki added his second hand to your shoulders to tenderly rub and massage your sore muscles with his strong hands. your receptive body melted into a moldable clay beneath his palms, head lolling to the side, temple pillowed on his flexing forearm.

you looked up at him curiously.

"it's almost our five month anniversary." his voice was soft when he said it, a gentle reminder. five months of being the luckiest girl practically ever.

"oh." how could you forget? your literal job was keeping up with scheduling and important dates slash information and yet this very important milestone had slipped your mind.

you smiled up at him warmly, "oh, okay, i'll try to get the same days then. i mean, what's the point of having Suneater's secretary around if there's no Suneater?"

it took you and Tamaki no time to begin celebrating your anniversary.

Tamaki's large hands groped the soft fat of your ass, his spine bowed so he could kiss at your neck, hot mouth sucking at the tender flesh. you cupped the side of his face where a pale scar resided on his cheek bone and softly tanned skin, your free arm thrown over his shoulder. he tugged your hips closer to him as he sat on the edge of the bed, coaxing you into his lap. you spread your legs over his strong, thick thighs, balancing on top of him and moaning softly when his wide, hot palms stroked up and down your waist, taking the path up your body to palm at your clothed tits.

"so pretty," he murmured, his voice husky against the sensitive shell of your ear. your pussy pulsed, your mouth open to thank him but no sound came out.

Tamaki didn't waste time stripping you, quick fingers unbuttoning your blouse and shucking it off of you. he shoved his hands under the cups of your bra, squeezing carefully at your breasts while your lips parted against his. you desperately yanked at his skintight undersuit, plucking at the collar against his neck, trying to peel it down.

Tamaki chuckled breathily at your attempts to get him naked, "how you doin', there?"

you huffed, "just wanna feel you." small hands found the bare patch of skin between his shoulder blades, and you snuck your fingertips beneath the hem.

"don't worry, honey." Tamaki calmly reached back to unlatch his suit from around his neck, the thick material coming loose.

"Daddy will help you."

you twitched at the name. you pulled his suit down his chest and let your hands feel over his muscles and the single raised scar that went across his shoulder and a corner of his pectoral. Tamaki pulled your skirt down your legs and unclipped your bra to toss aside for good. it was a bit of work to get his suit completely off but you took the time anyway, you wanted to feel all of him, every inch of his skin you could get your hands or mouth on.

you tried to climb back in his lap but he held his hand up and made you turn around before sitting on him.

"do you want me to ride you, Daddy?" you asked softly, leaning back into his chest, your ass grinding onto his dick.

"mm, no." Tamaki held you by your waist, cupping your hip with one hand while his other slipped between the warmth of your thighs. calloused, thick fingers lightly rubbed in tiny circles over your clit, he did this briefly before rubbing at your slit entirely. you moaned under your breath, spreading your legs and allowing his body to support your weight as he pleased you.

he ran his fingers through your puffy lips, slipping his digits over your entrance over and over, the tips of his fingers just barely dipping inside to then spread your slick all over your clit. you arched your hips and reached down to spread your pussy lips open, "inside now, please." you requested sweetly.

of course your boyfriend obliged, his breath hot on your neck when he gave a little laugh at your eagerness. "come again?"

you didn't hesitate, "please, Daddy, want your fingers." you whined, attempting to spread yourself further hoping it would entice him.

"good girl." he spat on his fingers and guided them down to your drooly cunt, pushing two digits inside without any other preamble. he stretched you efficiently, obsessively rubbing and circling your clit before plunging his fingers back into your tight pussy, his fingers large and intruding compared to your own. you were reduced to putty. that bliss didn't last forever as your pussy grew hungry for more, and your nails clawed at his scarred forearms, urging him to fuck you faster with his hand.

"do you want more of this or do you want me to fuck you?" he asked you thoughtfully after you started to tighten and flick your hips into his palm. you felt his hard dick twitch behind you and it pulled a needy whimper from your throat.

"want Daddy's cock . . ." you said simply, already too impatient to sit through him leisurely fingering you any longer. you didn't want him to get too into the foreplay, when he did it always led to him making you cum over and over before he'd even get the chance to push his fat cock inside you like you wanted. for once you just wanted it fast, you wanted to be used by him.

"if that's what you want." Tamaki grabbed the backs of your knees, lifting you up. "arms around my neck." you immediately gripped the back of his head, fingers tangling in his long hair as you were lifted up, up, up, his chest and arms supporting your entire body weight.

"spread your princess parts for me." he told you after he held you properly, his strong arms steady and his voice equally as controlled.

you rushed to obey, fingers shooting down to messily part your sticky pussy lips. you reached with your other hand to lift his heavy cock up and guided the thick head to rest against your fluttering hole, right where it was supposed to be.

he shifted, his arms slipping farther until your knees were hooked over his elbows and your legs were lifted high, bending you into a compact shape that Tamaki could use. his hands settled at the back of your head, forcing you to look down at where the swollen, red tip of his dick burbled precum against your beating clit, the opaque white smearing across your pearl.

you whimpered, eyes blinking blearily as his low voice told you to relax. you were vulnerable, legs held open and entire body at his disposal. your pussy was so wet and dripping, you groaned in absolute satisfaction when he dropped you down and raised his hips up to stuff his big cock inside. his thick length was sucked right in with ease, your greedy little cunt taking him hungrily. the joining of your bodies made a lewd squelching sound as your slick was displaced.

his dick filled you up, seated deep in your tummy and stimulating all the right places. his thick tip squished against your spongy g-spot, ripping a sharp whine from your chest. he directly fucked up into that gooey spot, making you shiver and curl your toes.

you cried out, "Daddy, oh my god, Daddy-- please, please . . ." his fingers flexed against the back of your head and his arms bulged beneath the hook of your legs.

"what are you asking for?"

"fuck me harder, please, Daddy . . !"

Tamaki did as you asked, not speeding up but strengthening the force of his thrusts, punctuating each fluid movement with a low grunty groan.

"oh!" you gasped as your little pussy stretched and throbbed around the girth of his cock, shock and overwhelming arousal swirling in your belly as you were used like a toy, held firm in his grip. your sole, simple expectation, was to stay still and clamp down when told and milk his dick like a good girl.

"faster!" you whined.

he pumped his hips, pushing his cock in 'n dragging it out of your young body in deep steady strokes. your ass clapped against his thighs, making the fatty flesh of his legs jiggle and your ass ache with each slap as his pace grew more punishing.

He bounced you up and down on his dick, and to your delight his balls started to slap your wet pussy with every roll upwards of his pelvis and your clit throbbed.

"rub my clit, Daddy," you begged, moaning as he bottomed out inside you once more.

"my hands are kinda full, you can do it yourself, young lady." his breath was labored, voice still painfully sweet and soft.

you groaned and reached around his arms, your fingers pulling your ass cheeks apart as he fucked up into you, the bed squeaking with his rhythm. you managed to get your quivery fingers on your sensitive clit, rubbing and pressing as his dick fucked you deep, his hips going steady. he went fast and hard, just how you had wanted, his arms lifting you up and down to fuck you on his dick like a pocket pussy.

your sounds rose in volume, his fingers tightened on the back of your head and you were dizzy with pleasure, mouth hanging open as your fingertips grazed where he plunged into your sloppy cunt.

"'re you rubbin' yourself for me?" Tamaki asked, his hips not slowing despite his soft tone.

"mm, yes, Daddy," you circled your clit with your fingers, ankles bouncing up down above your shoulders with every thrust that you could feel all the way in the back of your throat. your tits jolted and bounced, knees pinning the precious fatty mounds to your ribs.

"uh-uhhh! uh! Daddy!"

"yeah? yeah, princess?"

you relished the feeling of being surrounded by him, his dick deep in your drippy cunny and knocking at your womb. his arms decorated with thick muscle on either side of you, his soft thighs under you and his little groans in your ear where his big hands held onto the sides of your head, thumbs at the soft spot of your nape.

"you like Daddy's cock?" he whispered, "does it feel good, baby girl?"

"love Daddy's cock! i love it, i love it," you whined, pussy squelching and stretched to its limits on his length.

from this position he could fuck you so deep, his heavy dick rubbing against the squishy ribs of your walls, stimulating all your special spots that made you cry like a whore. he fucked you so good you were seeing stars, your pussy twitching harshly around him and clamping down, making it hard for Tamaki to tug you off his cock on the upstroke. you didn't care, you just wanted him inside as deep as possi--

your pussy was soon empty the next time your little cunt clenched, spitting him out and he continued to thrust, his dick sliding up against your clit for a brief moment. you gasped unhappily, your fingers still pulling your pussy open for him. Tamaki grunted, his breath hot on the back of your neck, "oh, you squeezed me out." he stated, sounding a little embarrassed.

you laughed as Tamaki kissed your shoulders. "sorry . . !" you scrambled for his dick, guiding him back to your hole until the red tip popped inside. "ah . . ." you sighed in relief. Tamaki made a similarly placed groan as he dropped you back down onto his cock. he kept up that pace for a bit until you demanded something different.

Tamaki released one of your legs while shallowly humping into you. he released the back of your head and instead leaned back, your weight resting on top of him with one of your legs held in his hand, the other he used to rub at your pussy like how you had wanted before.

"thought your hands were full?" you moaned.

Tamaki grunted, "just lemme work."

"yes, Mr. Suneater." you chirped as he twirled circles on your clit, your hips jittering and your legs automatically trying to close as your pleasure overwhelmed you. Tamaki forced your legs open, wrapping his thick leg over your free one and gripping the back of your knee more firmly with the hand that wasn't rubbing at your bud.

you were already close before, it didn't take long for his touch to work you back up to your precipice once again.

"g'na cum," you warned when his big cock squished at your g-spot and his warm fingers swiped at your cunt just right. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please, 'm gonna cum," you squeaked, "Tamaki!" you gasped as he rolled his hips up, up, up, over and over inside, all until your orgasm washed over you. your body quivered atop his, your mouth dropping open as thousands of little sparks went off in your lower belly and twitching pussy that was just so full.

"Tamaki . . ." you sobbed weakly.

he didn't grant you a response, instead groaning low when your snug pussy hugged him just right, orgasming muscles fluttering around his dick in a way that pushed him right over the edge. his fingers stalled on your clit and his entire body shook making you shake in turn.

"'m gonna cum, hun." thick white ribbons shot inside you, and you curled your toes with a big grin at the feeling of him warming you up from the inside out.

Tamaki moaned softly and slowly pulled you off his dick, your pussy making a wet sound once it was emptied. his cum began to seep out, dripping over his lap. he released you, gently setting you down between his legs so he could hold you from behind. you hummed happily, turning your head so you could kiss his panting lips.

"you were amazing," he whispered to you earnestly, strong arms holding you close, his body encasing yours lovingly. "happy five months."

"you too." you sighed contentedly before reaching up to cradle his red complexion. you thumbed at a smile line in his cheek before kissing him again, thumb tracing the groove his face made as another dashing grin took over.

you really are the luckiest girl in japan.

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