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Stepdad Mori Ougai(bsd) x fem stepdaughter reader? Reader burst into meeting room by accident that port mafia members had and she than got punished by mori (smut)

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NAUGHTY GIRL — DEAD DOVE : DO NOT EAT

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26. 02. 2024 stepdaughter!reader — stepcest, dub-con?, age gap ( obvi ), nicknames : "papa" + "baby" + "good girl" + "little girl," exhibitionism, praise, mention of death, mentioned — mori's large influence over r!, implied — safeword, p in v, spanking, pussy slapping. "b4 u talk, no, i don't support hiz actions. but i got daddie issues 'n he's my papa 4 da moment. (yall should tots read ma story on ao3). i need more dark content asks. 'niewho, ty 4 da ask!" the artist says, "made da mum di cuz i hate cheating. if u wan mi 2 change sumthin like da nicknames jus' tell me!"

To no one's surprise, your mother's first marriage didn't last as long as ideal marriages, a.k.a, the marriage you were born out of.

They were both young, no where ready for marriage, the responsibilities that come, and the baby your mother discovered some random night after one too many signs of pregnancy. You couldn't really say that your parents were best, nor were they the worst. They weren't evil people, just premature ones.

You can't call them deadbeats nor active, but one thing you can say, is that your father left first.

It took quite a while for your mother to get into a stable groove for you both, you helping as much as possible so the two of you could at least sleep under a roof of your own. Your mother was gloomy and depressed, you feared she'd collapse one day and leave you alone, until there was a beaming smile on her face.

The cause was a man. A handsome, older, and sophisticated man at that. One interested in her for some strange reason.

Logically, you thought it to be untrue. A rich and hot guy coming to turn around your lives? Impossible! That is, until you find yourself standing in the doorway of his expensive and private villa for a summer vacation, a sparkling ring on your mother's finger.

He's a sweetheart in your experience. Being a standard gentleman: opening doors, paying for items, hand kisses, and sweet words. Though, there's something about him that always threw you off. Ever since you moved in with him when you were 16, and your mother, some age.

Perhaps it was the way he'd subtly suggest things to you and your mother. Like your clothing. Black and Green just so happened to be your color. Then a soft sentence came from his lips during a shopping spree, "Mm, darling, I think you'd look great in pink! Try that one!"

He'd suggest and buy, whispering how cute you were wearing the clothes he bought you. He'd specifically point out things that were extremely girly; ruffles and short skirts galore.

Hed comment how "positively adorable" you looked in that shirt skirt, meant to catch the guys at your school. It often threw you off how many frilly things he bought you, almost everything has ruffles. Then he bought an assortment of bows and headbands. The clothing he suggested you wear reminded you of that of a child, it struck you as odd—though, it didn't seem too big of deal. Hence, you ignored it, and listened. Partially because the clothes did look good on you, and because you started to feel like you wanted his attention on you.

Perhaps it's the healthy need for attention, or maybe it's because he's hot of daddy issues.

It wasn't beyond Mori's notice. He could you longed for his attention, he thought it was cute. Especially the way you snuggled under him during movie nights, or hung tightly on his arm when going about.

And to him and observers, it seemed that those actions increased after your mother's death. It was sudden and confusing. The cause of death being ruled "natural causes," though there was nothing wrong with her (to your knowledge).

Mori didn't seem to be as upset as you thought he would be, though you assumed there was a difference in coping. And soon, just like he did your mother, he spoiled you to no extent. He'd often send you and Elise to shop together with a budget far too high for a "child" and an irresponsible 19-year-old.

He sighed when he saw the receipt, though it was no one's fault but his. You were practically 20, and still spoiled by him. "You are quite lucky I love you, little girl," Mori playfully glares at you as rock back and forth on your heels.

"Mhm! Thank you, Papa!" You hum, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and run off with Elise to out on the outfits you bought.

Just like you skipped away then, you really hope he'll let you skip off this time.

Perhaps it was because of his attitude towards you that you thought you were invincible to his wrath, Mori ponders. His eyes locked on your nervous frame standing at the doorway of the two large doors. Your happy-go-lucky attitude stripped from you in a matter of seconds.

It seemed that you have forgotten he has a meeting this evening.

Without a knock, you burst into the dark meeting room where all of the Port Mafia executives were. You were aware that Mori did something illegal for work even if he constantly made sure you were seperated from that world; however, that didn't stop the surprise you held when weapons were quickly pointed towards you.

The two ginger adults stood, the man with a dark aura surrounding him, the woman with a gift in the shape of a demon woman, a sword in its hand.

"Kōyō, Chūya, you may relax, along with the rest of you," Mori speaks calmly, "This forgetful girl would be my stepdaughter. There will be no animosity towards her."

"Yes, sir," they spoke as Kōyō and Chūya sat down. There was silence in the room, not a sound being heard.

"Papa—" You attempt to speak before he holds a finger to his lips, signaling you to be quiet. You stand timidly in the doorway.

There were only certain situations that you are involved in where his expression is hard to read. He always made sure you could understand him through his expressions. And when you couldn't, that was when you got scared. You gulp, as his eyes harden.

He's thinking of something, probably a punishment, you muse.

Mori hums, making a motion for you to come to him with his finger. "Close the door and come here," you flinch at his tone of voice, but you obediently obey, cringing at the eyes on your back as you stand in front of their boss.

Mori's silent as he looks up at you, only making your nerves worse.

"I told you I had a meeting today," he speaks, "Forget?"

You avoid his gaze at all costs, pursing your lips as you nod. "Yes, sir," you whisper. Mori hums at your words. He snaps his fingers, "Look at me."

Your eyes flicker to his, worry embedded in your expression. "What did I tell you about bursting in like that?" He notices you start to play with your fingers, electing to ignore it. "To knock," you mumble, eyes falling.

"Look, at me," he says sternly, "Speak up."

A whimper leaves your lips at his tone. "To knock," you speak louder. Mori hums, "Did you knock?" You shake your head, "No."

"Mhm," he hums, "Do you know what that means?" The executives lock worried eyes at the display. "Yes," you nod. "Yes, what?" Mori questions. "Yes, papa," you whimper. The man hums, his hands slide up the back of your thighs.

How cute, he thought, conviently wearing a skirt before you get punished. "Pull off your panties," he orders, smiling softly as you obey. "Sir—" one of the executives tries to speak, though he wasn't paying attention to which one it was. "Silence," he interrupts in a whisper, gladly grabbing the panties you just took off.

"Over my leg."

You carefully lay your torso over his thighs, one of your hands gripping his pant leg before he's even done anything. "You know the deal, count. If you mess up, I start over, yes?"

A premature sniff leaves your lips, "Yes, papa."

His hand runs along the underside of your thigh, cupping the flesh of your ass as he pushes your skirt up. A hum leaves his lips when he runs his thumb along the slit of your vulva, "Hmm. Wet already?"

Without warning his hand lifts and strikes the bare skin of your ass. You whimper, body jolting at the action. "O-One," you whisper. His hand smooths along the irritated flesh. "Good," he whispers. You can feel your eyes already swelling with tears from the sting. Shutting your eyes, you desperately hope there's only 10 spanks this time.

You attempt horribly to think about anything other than the many people watching Mori discipline you. There's another harsh smack to your unhurt cheek, throwing you out of your thoughts.

A mix of a howl and a whimper leave your lips out of surprise. "Two!" You whine.

"Good girl," he coos, soothing rubbing his hands on the sore skin. As his thumbs spread your ass he can see the glossy look of slick entangled in the small hairs around your folds. A happy hum leaves his lips before he lands a harsh slap onto your ass, ending your short reprieve. You sniff, tears now spilling from your eyes. "Three," you whisper, a crack in your voice.

His harsh slaps continue, your pathetic voice whispering numbers becoming his favorite sound. "E-Eight," you stutter and moan.

Mori hums, smiling at your sticky eyelashes, the black mascara running down your cheeks. "Oh, shh. No more crying," he whispers as your feel the tips of his fingers ghost along your pussy, "If you had been a good girl, this wouldn't have happened."

"'m sowy, papa," you whine, sniffling on his lap. The man chuckles, "Oh I know you are." He hums, softly rubbing your skin. "Despite my distaste of you getting off to your punishment like a whore...Because you've taken your punishment so well, you get two more. Make sure to count correctly, little girl."

You feverishly nod, a string of 'mhm!'s leaving your lips. You take a deep shaky breath to prepare for the last two strikes, unaware of the growing stiff tension in the room.

The mental preparation for the last two strikes didn't serve any benefits as his hand had moved. Instead of the already sore skin he'd assaulted, the palm of his hand dips between your thighs, landing harsh smack to your pussy. A loud and strangled moan leaves your lips, though to the (unfortunate) observers it sounded more attuned to a scream. "Papa!" You whip your head to look at him wide-eyed in shock.

"What's the number?" He asks, ignoring the expression he knows serves as a question for him to answer. "P-Pa—" he interrupts your words, firmly speaking again, "The number."

You sniff, and lay back on his thighs, "Nine," you whimper. Mori chuckles, "Good." His hands separate your plush thighs that are squeezed together. His eyes take in the twitch of your clit when he spreads your folds, his tongue swipes along his bottom lip as he hears the disgusting and loud squelch paired with the sight of the bubbly, clear liquid spilling from your cunt, and his thumb rubs against the entrance of your vagina, teasing it. "What a cute little thing," he comments, spreading the strings of slick along the curled pubic hair.

When his hand lifts from your skin, you brace yourself for the incoming pain. Your fingers grip his pant leg harshly, teeth clenched around the fabric of his pants aswell; the material stuffed in your mouth, your drool burying itself in the fabric, creating a darker-colored patch.

One of his hands glides down your plump ass, fingers stationing themselves at your folds. Your eyes widen when you realize what's to come, the fabric falling from you mouth to create a desperate plea of "wait!" that was too late as his palm slams down against the bundle of nerves.

A loud and pathetic moan leaves your lips. Mori watches with a smile at your expression; eyes rolled back, toes curled, with your lower half twitching, release coming over you quickly from the stimulation.

Little huffs leave your lips as you cum, feeling his hand delicately rest against the sensitive and puffy area as if he were to collect your release upon his hand.

You soon come down from your high, though your thighs still twitch from your sudden orgasm. Despite the atmosphere, relief washes over you, knowing your punishment was over and he'd hopefully let you leave, though not without embarrassment and shame. You rest your cheek against his thigh, drooling onto the fabric of his pants.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Mori tuts, sending alarms off in your head. "Did I tell you, you could cum?" Your eyes widen and you lift your head. "And you've ruined my pants. And thought you were finally being good," he shakes his head, "I suppose I'll have to dish out another punishment, hm?" He watches you practically wip your head towards him. His eyebrows raise in amusement as your glossy, wide eyes look up him in a silent plea for a break, to not suffer humiliation any further. There's silence as he looks at your face, seemingly contemplating whether or not he should. There's hope in your chest that he'll let it be until later, though it seems you have terrible luck. Your face drops when laughs at your expression.

"Stand up, sweetheart," he whispers. He clicks in tongue, a "sympathetic" whisper of 'Awww' leaves his lips as he sees your bottom lip tremble.

You stand up like he orders, pressing your thighs together as if it would hide the mess you've made of yourself. Mori remains seated in his chair, though he makes a circle motion with his index finger, signaling you should turn around.

A shaky breath leaves your lips as you turn around, clamping your eyes shut as not to see the looks of his executives. You suck in a breath when you hear him rise from his seat. You feel him press against you, then his hand lightly pushes your head down on the desk. Your teeth catch onto your bottom lip as your feel the stiffness of his crotch against your bare skin. "Breathe, baby," he coos, a light chuckle in his voice as separates your ass, smiling at the glistening of your pussy.

His thumb glides down the slit, "Oh, you look so cute."

A whimper leaves your lips as his index finger teases your entrance before pushing in. "You should be ashamed at how wet you are," he tuts, easily slipping in a second finger. His free hand his planted firmly against the back of your neck. His eyes remain trapped on the way his fingers pump in an out of you.

Your lips fall open as you feel a second orgasm coming, though that feeling stops when he retracts his fingers.

A sharp huff leaves your lips, clearly upset at the constant teasing Mori's doing. His chuckle reverberates throughout the silent yet tense meeting room. "This is why you're in trouble. Your lack of patience," he hums, the feeling of his tip between your folds appears.

Mori grunts when he pushes inside of you. His eyes flutter and his breath stutters at the feeling of you. His violet eyes watch how your eyes close when he pushes in. A thoughtful hum leaves his lips as his hips move in a slow pace to get you used to him. He loves you, even if this was a punishment, he'd never hurt his sweet girl. There's a snap of his fingers next to your ear. "Up, up," he says with a bright smile. "You interrupted their meeting. Look at them, apologize."

Your eyes widen at his words. He coos at the temble of your bottom lip. You sit up and turn your head towards the rest of the table. "I-I'm," you shakily start, eyes flicking anywhere, but the prying eyes of the executives.

And somehow, Mori was able to tell you weren't actually looking.

His hand curls it's fingers into your hair. He directs your head to face the boy ginger, Chūya. "Look at him, apologize."

Chūya gulps, tensing at the sudden attention. He attempts ( horribly ), to ignore the straining against his pants. Sweat rolls down his temple, nails digging sharply into his pants. Your expression only seemed to make his state worse. Mori's pace had increased, the loud and lewd slapping of skin echoed throughout the room. Your face was sinful. Eyes unfocused—almost crossed, tongue lolled, and drool leaking onto the pristine table. "S-Sorry," you whine, though you clearly don't mean it.

Mori yanks onto your hair, the burn of the pull only adding onto the pleasure. "Say it like you mean it. You know his name."

Mori smiles at your pathetic whine. "'M—I'm sorry, Chūya! 'm sorry I ruined your meeting!" You hiccup; Chūya almost cums right there, and that bastard of a boss he has can tell immediately. It's wrong, but he almost creams at the way you say his name, damn that bastard.

"That's my good girl," Mori coos, "One more time. Tell all of them you're sorry."

You feel his hand press against your back, forcing a deeper arch, which only makes his cock feel deeper. "aw, fuck! 'm sorry for— for— for ruining your meeting," you sob as force words from your lips as your glossy eyes looks around the table at the stiff figures of the executives.

"Uh, uh, uh," you whine at each thrust, mumbling "sorry, sorry, sorry," whiner and whiner each time his tip rams into into your g-spot. Your neck feels weak as your head falls onto the table. "Good job," he coos, "That's my girl." The loud squelching of your cunt is music to his ears, the warmth of your walls squeezing around him has his eyes fluttering, a pleased smile appears on his face as you absent-mindedly rock back in time with his thrusts. "That's it, baby. Your doing such a good job," he praises, only making you squeeze harder around his length.

He hisses at how tight you feel, the stimulation driving him to an orgasm. "Papa!" You whine, "Papa!"

"Yes, sweetheart," he whispers, "You can cum. Go ahead."

His words were enough to push you to the edge as your pussy spasms around his cock. A creamy white ring forms at the base of his length as he continues his thrusts, though they get sloppy before they stop completely; his tip nuzzling deep inside of you as he cums.

A satisfied sigh leaves when he pulls out, a light chuckle filling the air as he watches your hips twitch as you come down from your high.

Mori's hands massage your sore ass and his lips kiss the back of your neck. "Mm, you did so good," he whispers. He tucks his softening erection back into his pants before he carefully scoops you up and into his arms. The room is tense, soft grunts coming from some of people in the room, cheeks red with embarrassment and arousal, yet not a word is said from any of the executives.

"Well—! That was a productive meeting, of course we have other things to discuss, but that will have to wait," Mori breaks the silence in the air with a cheerful tone, "Let's finish this next week, yes?"

The others in the room stiffly nod, mumbling, "Yes, sir."

Mori smiles, "Good." With you in his arms he walks out of the meeting room and to his own chambers. "Let's clean you up, hm? I'll even give you a reward for taking your punishment so well. Is that good enough to cheer you up?" He whispers, wiping stray tears from your cheeks.

Both satisfied and embarrassed, you nod agaisnt his shoulder. "Yes," you huff, taking on a bratty tone.

Mori chuckles, "Very well."

FINALLY FINISHED THIS OML, IT TOOK 4EVER. again, don't condone his actions, dis iz fiction.