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Coffee Shop Puppy- Daddy! Matsukawa Issei

g e n r e - s m u t.

w a r n i n g s - daddy! mattsun, squirting, fingering, degradation, pussy slapping (once), light! praise, sub-space (breifly), dumbification/bimbofication, massive horse dick mattsun, virgin! reader, breeding kink, use of pet name (puppy)  mention of jay park’s music, if i missed any please lmk

o r i g i n a l  c o n t e n t - i did write this

w o r d s - 5221

r e q u e s t s - closed

inbox thirsts- OPEN

a / n - this was first inspired by @introloves coffee shop worker with Aone fic and then somehow along the way it turned into what it is now... uhm i had two really close friends help me write this, so it is a special piece to me. this is written with a plus-size reader in mind anyone, of course, can read it, and i highly encourage it because i worked hard on this piece. also please leave feedback if you have any. please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner.  that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection!

(04/09/21)

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When you first met Matsukawa Issei it was at the coffee shop. It was a rainy day and business was dead to say the least. You worked hard to keep yourself busy, alternating between either wiping off the countertops and tables or studying for your upcoming final exams. The dreary weather made the soft music and Christmas lights around the store seem like something out of a movie and you couldn’t help but feel happy and content. 

You’re humming along to some G.Soul song when the bell above the door rings. Your head shoots up excited to have a customer after so long of nothingness. You greet the man with a large, warm smile, he meets your grin with a subtle smirk. He was dressed from head to toe in black and taller than any man you think you’d ever seen. You couldn’t help but size him up. Though the height was impressive you thought better of asking him how tall he was and instead asked him what he’d like to order. 

“The largest iced americano you can legally make me,” he replied, his kind and playful tone not at all matching his lazy, almost sleepy gaze and seemingly disinterested expression. 

“Well all our gallon buckets are being put to use right now, so will this be okay?” You ask, laughing softly, grabbing at the stack of your largest cups. 

The smirk he carried earlier finds its way back to his lips, “I s’pose that’ll have to do.”

You nod to him and turn around, “How many shots would you like sir?” 

When he says five, your head whips around and you look at him a bit shocked. He quirks his eyebrows a bit at your obvious surprise, “F-five?” You ask dumbly, holding up your hand. 

He chuckles, and holds up his hand mimicking your motion. He spreads his fingers and you notice the tattooed lines wrapping around each digit, “Yea, five.”  

You turn around and begin running the espresso machine, two shots at a time, “You must be very tired sir,” you comment as you breeze around the barista’s area. 

“Are you normally this chatty?” He asks, intently watching your plush body move with practiced intent, pouring two of his five shots and starting another two. His question makes your face flush in embarrassment. 

“Sorry, sir,” you say hurriedly bowing to him before returning to making his drink. 

Your apology flusters him a bit, as he was only joking, one of his large hands comes up to scratch at the back of his neck awkwardly, “No, I don’t mind, I was just asking if, like, you were always this friendly?” 

“Oh, uhm,” you begin as you scoop a bit more ice for his drink, before putting the lid on and turning to him with the same bright smile you greeted him with when he walked through the door, “I try to be! Not to seem cheesy, but you never know what someone’s going through and sometimes all they need is a smile, y’know?” 

He hummed in response and reached out to grab his drink from you, giving you a good look at his tattooed fingers. You can’t help the small ‘wow’ that leaves your mouth as you ogle them. 

“I love your tattoos sir! They are super unique,” you compliment still holding onto the cup that he is trying to grab from you. When you realize you draw your hand back quickly and clear your throat, turning your attention to the cash register to ring him up. 

“My name is Issei, Matsukawa Issei,” he says, his simper small and sly, as he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet, “that way you don’t have to keep callin’ me sir, and thank you for your kind compliment...” he trails off the end of his sentence, wanting you to fill in the pause with your name, so you do. 

“I’m y/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you! If I may, uh could I ask why do you have those red x’s on your two middle fingers?” 

“Hmm, y/n, a pretty name for a pretty girl,” he flirts as he grabs his card from the leather holder and hands it to you, his eyes catching yours with an intensity that you don’t remember seeing earlier, “and y’know what they say, ‘x marks the spot’.” 

Despite him not actually saying anything worthy of the heat creeping up your neck, it does anyways and you just nod, trying to convince your body not to get red. Matsukawa watches you with an almost predatory gaze. You were so damn cute. The panicked blush that settled across your skin and your flustered mannerisms had him quickly enamoured. He knew he’d be coming back. 

“Well that is, uhm, very clever,” you say softly as you hand him his card and receipt. Matsukawa doesn’t say anything, just pulls out a few bills before putting away his card and wallet. He moves the cash in between his index and middle finger, passing it to you, his lazy stare returning. 

“Oh no sir,” his eyebrow quirks and you backtrack, “I mean, Issei, that goes in the tip jar,” you scoot the sticker covered container to him and he shakes his head.

“No, I want you, in particular, to have this,” his tone was non-negotiable, but you try anyway. 

“I really couldn’t possibly take all of that, I made you our most basic drink, and,” he cuts you off. 

“Then how about you give me something else?” 

His low voice, met with that scandalous insinuation, had your eyes almost bugging out of your head as you look up at the tall man, but he just laughs, “I meant, why don’t you give me a

nickname? I think I’ll be coming in here more often and the title ‘sir’ just doesn’t sit right with me.” 

“You want to pay me for a nickname?” You eye him with confusion. 

“Well since tipping you for doing your job wasn’t a good enough reason, I s’pose so,” he leans in a bit, making your breath hitch, “Did you think I was trying to pay for something else, someone’s got a dirty mind hidden behind that cute face.”  

You sputter out a flurry of no’s and I'm sorry’s, only to be met with his snicker. Matsukawa places the money on the counter, and turns towards the door, coffee in hand. 

“Y/n-chan, when I come back, I expect a nickname,” he calls out over his shoulder. The bell above the door rings as he steps back into the wet darkness of the rainy, early evening. 

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Over the next few days Matsukawa comes in around the same time, always hoping to see you, but instead is greeted by the cafe’s other employees. On day 5 of coming in and not seeing you, he took a little longer pulling his card out, “Uhm, excuse me, you wouldn’t happen to know when y/n is working next would you?”

He looked up to meet the barista’s eyes as he passed the card to him. The barista grinned slyly, “Oh, like, my girlfriend y/n? The one who works here?” Matsukawa tried to keep his gaze empty and lazy, but the surprise did hit him, “I’m Atsumu Miya,” the barista extended his hand outwards, still holding Matsukawa’s card in the other, “Are you a friend of hers?” 

Matsukawa meets the boy's grin, with a smirk of the same intensity, “Yea, something like that,” he takes the boy's slightly smaller hand in his own, giving it a firm shake. 

Just as Atsumu goes to say something, you walk out of the backroom, still tying your apron around your waist. When you see Matsukawa a full smile blooms across your face, “Mattsun!” you exclaim and his gaze falls from it’s intense staring match with Atsumu to you, softening a bit. 

“Ahh, is that the nickname you came up with, little one?” 

Your face is set ablaze by the ease with which he says the pet name, “Mhm, I- I thought it was very cute. I- Is that my new nickname,” you ask, surprising both Matsukawa and Atsumu. Atsumu’s grip tightens on Matsukawa’s hand and Matsukawa shoots him an amused look, before pulling his hand away. 

“Yea, I think it will be,” his eyes back on you, “think it fits you real well.” You beam up at him and his heart melts, but he can’t ignore the sharp dagger like glare Atsumu has on him, “Well, maybe I shouldn’t call you something like that, don’t think your boyfriend here would be too fond of it.” His voice is smug. 

Your eyebrows furrow, “My boyfriend?” 

Matsukawa works hard to hold back his laugh, “Well yea! Atsumu, was it?” He glances at the boy feigning ignorance before looking back to you, “just told me that he was your boyfriend and I’d hate to cause any problems.” 

You turn your head slowly towards the boy behind the counter with you, glaring, “I’m sorry he told you something so insane Mattsun,” you say through gritted teeth, before your voice becomes more matter-of-fact, “I’d never date someone with piss colored hair.” 

Matsukawa swears he sees Atsumu’s soul leave his body as the boy cries out dramatically, “Whose hair ‘re ya callin’ piss colored y/n?! Ya used to say ya loved my hair!” 

“No, ‘Tsumu, I said I loved ‘Samu’s hair. Maybe I’d like your hair more if you stopped lying to valued customers!” You exclaim before turning back to Issei, your lovely smile returning, “Are you all taken care of Mattsun? Is there anything else I can get for you today?”

“Well actually,” he pulls his phone from his back pocket and taps on the screen a few times before handing it to you, “I’d really love to have your number, that way I can see you outside of ordering coffees.” 

You reach out your tiny hands and grab the phone from his one large tattooed hand, “Oh sure! I’d love to see you outside of the cafe! Maybe, uh, maybe we could go out to lunch!” 

“Make it dinner and you’ve got yourself a deal, little one,” he replies, watching you quickly type in your number before handing the device back. 

Happy with the new contact information, he bids both you and Atsumu a farewell with a cocky smirk and a wink. You blush and Atsumu growls. 

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The first dinner date came a week after exchanging numbers, he invited you to some swanky upscale place that needed reservations. It had dim lighting and you felt a little out of place. He chuckled at the way you nervously fidgeted with the end of your dress.  He ordered for the both of you and he paid. The whole time acting like a fine gentleman, but a dark hunger never left his eyes. 

The second dinner date went the same way, some fancy restaurant you didn’t know even existed; you in one of your only few dresses, him in fitted black dress pants, and black dress shirt that was unbuttoned enough to have your eyes wandering a little too much. You tried to play it off each time, but he caught you regardless. As he drove you home from the restaurant, he tried his luck and placed one of his large inked hands on the fat of your thigh. You jumped in the seat and he fought back a smirk. His roughened thumb, rubbing back and forth on your soft skin. You wondered why just a small touch like that had heat pooling between your legs. 

Things were progressing slowly and honestly Matsukawa was proud of his patience, but by date seven it was more than wearing thin. That night he passed the turn to your house, his hand on your thigh, the radio playing some Jay Park song real low. His grip on your thigh tightens a bit and you feel your whole body straighten up. You try to calm your breathing, but soon his hand is grabbing at the sensitive flesh on the inside of your thigh. 

“This okay?” his eyes never leaving the road. He sees you nod out of the corner of his eye and tsks, “Use your big girl words, I asked if this was okay.” 

“Yes s-sir,” you stammer out as he pushes your legs further apart. You sink down a bit in the seat to give him room between your plush legs. He smacks your inner thigh in warning and you inhale sharply, “Didn’t I tell you that ‘sir’ shit wasn’t for me, little one?” 

“You did,” your response was quiet. 

“So I guess you’ll have to think of something else to call me, huh? ‘Cause Mattsun isn’t gonna cut it in these situations.” 

In your head you’re mulling over his words. ‘These situations? He wants another nickname, something respectful, but not sir.’ Then his fingers press purposefully against you and the title leaves your lips almost involuntarily. “D-daddy,” you whimper and he smirks. 

“Ah, there she goes,” he murmurs as he continues to rub against the growing wetness of your panties, “what a good girl, you’re a quick learner huh?” 

You nod and this time he slaps at your pussy causing your hips to jump and a high pitched squeal to come tumbling out of your mouth, “Big girl words or Daddy’ll stop right now.” 

Instantly you’re speaking, “Yes Daddy, I am.” 

Matsukawa chuckles, “Gonna have you trained for me in no time,” he remarks as he pulls into the parking garage of his apartment building.  

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The walk from the car to his apartment seemed never ending, but now that you were both in nothing but underwear, and you were splayed out on your back in his king sized bed, you couldn’t help but to wonder how things moved so quickly. 

As Matsukawa’s large frame towered over your small one, he couldn’t help but smirk at the way your chest rose and fell heavily despite the fact that he hadn’t even touched you yet or how your pretty eyes stared up at him in some mix between fear and excitement. You looked so soft and vulnerable. 

While one tattooed hand held him up, the other came to grab your face as he harshly pressed his lips against yours. A quiet noise of surprise leaves your throat, but it is smothered by the ferocity of the kiss. His tongue quickly presses into your mouth and he hums as you try your best to keep up. Though your hands come up to grab at his shoulders, the rest of your body softens, sinking into the mattress beneath you, becoming almost limp with want. 

Matsukawa’s leg presses between your thighs and up against your once again dampening panties. The pressure making your hips jump, a small whimper leaving you. He pulls away, letting you catch your breath. His eyes dark as he stares down at you, taking in your swollen lips and slightly glazed over eyes. 

“I’ll be easy with you since this is our first time,” he begins, but you cut him off, your voice shaky and your gaze avoidant, “It is my first time.” 

His normally hooded eyes widen in surprise, before his shock turns into subtle enthusiasm, “Awe puppy is it really?” 

You nod, embarrassed. You can’t help but avoid his gaze as you try to explain yourself, “It’s just- I don’t ever- I don’t go out much and I don’t often find lots of people sexually appealing and it’s like I-” 

That all too familiar smirk lands on his lips again as he watches your face heat up and your words fumble on your tongue, it’s cute. You’re cute. He isn’t surprised that you’re a virgin, but it wasn’t something he thought you’d be so embarrassed about. 

Matsukawa cuts off your innocent rambling by bringing two fingers to your mouth, shoving them in while you’re speaking. While it was precious, he was tired of hearing you say useless things, especially when your mouth could be so much more useful. His tattooed fingers pressed down on your tongue and you immediately began sucking on them. You whimpered around them as he pressed his thigh against your core with a bit more pressure. 

From there Matsukawa moves a bit quicker, his lips pressing against your neck, his tongue running against your pulse point, before biting it roughly. You mewl and tears prick at your eyes, but he doesn’t stop, his large hands grab at your fleshy body, bruising it up easily. The further he moves down your body the less patient he becomes. Every noise or jerky movement you make only stokes the fire in him. You were bombarded by the pleasure, overwhelmed didn’t even begin to describe it. Every time you went to open your mouth and ask him to slow down, the words would get lost behind your pleasured moans.

“Y’know puppy, for someone who’s such an inexperienced, innocent little girl, you sure are eager.” You try to remove his fingers from your mouth to protest his words, but he just shoves them further down your throat, making you gag, “No need to try and deny anything, I can feel how wet you are. You’re soaking my thigh, even through your panties,” he gags you on his fingers again, you wrap both your hands around his big one and he smiles something sadistic, “S’cute,” he finally pulls the appendages from your mouth, spreading the drool across your cheeks messily, “So pathetic.” 

He knew it was a lot for you. He was sure of it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as much as he should. To put it bluntly, his dick was hard, so much so that it was beginning to be a bit painful and the thought of sinking into your leaking virgin cunny only made the twitch in his cock more violent. So why would he slow down? Especially when he got to hear your cute noises and watch your eyes start to glaze over. He was going to break you, without hesitation.  

After making sure his teeth marks and handprints littered your plush body, he finally made it to your panties. Sitting back a bit he stared at your watering eyes and heaving chest, bringing his hands to the band of your plain black panties, “Puppy, I’ll buy you a new pair,” is all he said before ripping them away from your body. 

You gasp sharply at the feeling of the fabric cutting into you and then ripping away. Before you can reply to him or his actions, he is pressing a long finger into your wet hole. Instantly you are clamping down around him. The moan that leaves you has his eyebrow quirking, “Oh, are you really that sensitive puppy?” 

Honestly, you couldn’t answer if you wanted to as his finger slowly moves in and out of you. The new feeling has your chest tightening and you gasping for air, even more so as he slips a second finger in. Matsukawa licks his lips as he watches his fingers gather more and more of your wetness. He marvels at how it seems as though he isn’t stretching you at all, even as he scissors his fingers. You can’t help the way your back arches off the bed at the menstruations. When he slides the third finger in and presses his thumb to your clit, you all but scream. The pain and the pleasure blinding, too quickly. Already, you feel the tightening in your stomach, “D-Daddy I-,” your words get lost as your brain starts to swim. 

He feels you flutter around him as you speak, your eyes rolling back as his  fingers stay steady. He laughs at how quick you are, how sensitive, and despite the humiliation you cream all over the three digits he has pressed into you. Matsukawa is even nice enough to let your ride out your orgasm, legs already shaking as he keeps pressing into you. When he removes his fingers, he holds them up, letting the light catch the wetness, “Look at the mess you made puppy,” he says as he brings them to your lips, “Clean them off yea? It’s your filth anyways.” 

You nod and open your mouth, bringing your tongue to lap at each inked digit. He hums in satisfaction, “You’re so well behaved, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think that despite you being a virgin you’re a filthy slut anyways? Is that true?” You stop cleaning his fingers to answer, “N-no Daddy, I’m not dir-” A sharp slap comes to the outside of your thigh and you cry out in surprise, “I didn’t say to stop, did I?” You shake your head no and he smiles, shoving all three fingers into your mouth, “See, I bet you thought about me treating you like this after every single date.”

He wanted to keep teasing you, but he didn’t have it in him, not when you were being so damn good for him, “It’s okay if you did puppy, cause I’m gonna fuck you just how I know you want it. Don’t worry I’ll try and be nice with ya,” he pulls his fingers from your mouth and shoves them back into your sensitive cunt, “I know you can barely take these and I’m a lot bigger than this.” 

Your eyes widen at his words, you were able to focus on the pleasure enough with three fingers for it to feel good, but you can’t imagine how anything more than that will feel. It’s already too hard to think and when he removes his boxers and grabs your fat thighs in his big hands, spreading them apart, you begin to feel dizzy. 

Matsukawa watches the worry wash over your features and stops his movements. Taking one hand from your thigh to bring it to your face. His eyes a bit softer as he makes you look at him, “D’you still want this?” 

You hesitate and then both hands are on your face, cupping it gently, “Need you to tell Daddy you still want this before I continue. We don’t have to do this tonight puppy,” you look at him with big wide eyes, surprised by his demeanor change, “I can fuck you dumb some other night, if you aren’t ready.” 

His words catch you off guard and make your breath hitch, he just chuckles, his lazy eyes never leaving yours. Despite being scared, the heat of his body is keeping your warm and you can almost feel the tip of his dick touching your aching cunt, “Daddy, I wanna…” 

“What do you wanna do, puppy?” he asks amused. 

“I wanna,” you try and look away but his presence is all enveloping and you can already feel yourself getting more turned on, “I wanna be fucked by you.” You whisper nervously. 

“Good girl,” Matsukawa praises, his hands leaving your face to trail down your body again this time a bit slower, a little more self control regained. 

His hands end at the underneath of your thighs as he pushes them back, “I’m going to fuck you absolutely stupid and I’m sorry if it hurts a bit at first, but I know you’ll be good and take it all for me, right?” 

You go to nod, but catch yourself, “Yes Daddy,” you huff softly, “I’ll be good, I-I’ll take it.” 

He doesn’t reply, instead just brings one of your legs to wrap loosely around his waist while he lines himself up. Tapping the tip of his dick against your clit, watching your hips jump a bit each time, slowly he drags it through your glistening folds, stopping at your barely stretched hole. Slowly he pushes against you, just to watch you pant for him, but when you look at him over the swell of your breasts, his want to tease fades and he finally gives in. The tip pushes into you with an almost audible pop, and instantly Matsukawa hisses. 

“You’re so damn tight, think I might break this little pussy of yours.” You cry out as he continues to ease into you. His pace is slow and his cock is never ending. Tears stream down your face as your hands grab at the bed sheets and then move to claw at his back as he folds himself over you and pushes your thigh back further.

“Please, please,” you sputter through your tears, and he chuckles. 

“Please what puppy? Daddy is only half way in.” 

This realization makes you sob harder. How could he possibly only be half way in when you already felt so damn full. 

“Aww puppy, are you really crying?” His voice mocking, hooded eyes alight with amusement, “Are you really crying for Daddy’s cock… It’s okay puppy, I know you can handle it.” The whole time he speaks, the drag of his cock against your tight walls makes your eyes screw shut and your breath labored. 

“Just listen to yourself, puppy, you’re panting like a bitch in heat and I haven’t even been able to begin fucking your properly.” 

In reality he knows it hurts, he knows it’s going to hurt quite a bit before the pleasure hits, but he can’t help the words he says, nor does he really want to because he likes the slight quiver in your bottom lip when he says degrading things to you and he really likes the way you unknowingly tighten around him each time. 

When Matsukawa is finally fully sheathed inside of you, you’re barely conscious to know it. His hand tapping firmly against your tear and drool stained cheek is what brings you back to reality. 

“Daddy’s fully inside, puppy,” he says, the lilt in his voice playful as he watches you struggle to focus your eyes. Really you don’t know if you’re blinded by the pain or the pleasure. You can feel him all the way in your throat, his cock pressed snuggly against your cervix. Without him even moving you feel as though you’re going to cum. It’s all you can do to keep yourself in your right headspace, but as he slowly pulls out, you lose your grip on reality. 

He watches it happen eagerly, watches your eyes finally glaze over, the permanent glassy sheen in them. Your jaw falls open, slack, your tongue threatening to lull out. Matsukawa has fucked lots of people, girls, guys, everyone alike, no preference and you definitely weren’t the first virgin in his book of fucks, but already you were the best. Unlike any other he’d ever seen, the way your back arched as he fucked back into you slowly, the way your body shuddered as he picked up speed, you laid there pliantly for him as he worked up to genuinely ravaging your body. 

Begging him over and over again not to stop, to fill you up, all your words slurred, the tears falling freely from your eyes as you screamed for your Daddy. He was losing it, genuinely, you were all he could think about. The rock of your soft, squishy body, your sweet voice as you cried out for him, the way your cunt took all of him, each orgasm milking him of everything he had. 

“Gonna squirt on my cock again, puppy? Gonna wet my dick some more? Fuckin’ disgusting,” he grunted as you came undone for the umpteenth time. 

“Daddy’s s’good, s’deep Daddy,” you whimpered as you covered your thighs, his abdomen, and the bed in your arousal, “Can’t stop-,” you huffed, a broken moan leaving your lips, “cumming Daddy. Please don’t stop, ts’too much but p-please don’t stop.” 

He knew you weren’t really aware of what you were saying, you had long ago forgotten the words leaving your mouth, but that just meant that you meant them even more. You were so drunk on his cock, that you were honest. He knew you meant it the most when you begged him to stuff you full of his cum. Matsukawa knew because even when he told you no, you kept begging for it, until you started crying all over again, you begged for it. 

“Daddy, please, please” you warbled, “Want you to cum in me Daddy!” 

He opened his mouth to grunt out a no, but you cut him off, “I’ve been a good puppy, I can take it Daddy, won’t waste any of it Daddy, please please plea-” 

Matsukawa shoved his fingers down your throat to get you to stop, “Shut the fuck up and quit begging. You’re such an insatiable little whore. Do you really need me to cream in these pretty walls of yours so badly?” 

You nod fervently, softly choking on his fingers, “You’re so eager for Daddy to fuck you full, is that it puppy? You want Daddy to breed your nasty little cunt? Will that shut you up?” 

You gargle around his fingers and the spit spilling from your mouth trying to yes and despite himself Matsukawa laughs, pulling his hand from your mouth and bringing it to help fold you down. He pushes your legs as far back as he can, your breath catching in your throat at the new angle. Issei is so deep that your body involuntarily tries to pull away from him as he batters against your cervix, fresh tears falling from your eyes as his pace increases, his cock so deep your eyes cross. 

“Just to think an hour ago you were an innocent little girl and now you’re nothing more than a dumb, cock hungry slut, you’re so pitiful begging for my cum, but I’ll give it too ya. You’ve been a good puppy for me, so I’ll reward ya.” 

And he does, he presses his hips flat against your plush ass as he releases into your spent cunny. His cock twitches inside of you as he throws his head back in pleasure. The feeling of warmth flooding makes you cum one last time, weak and painful. 

When Matsukawa comes down, he slowly pulls his softening cock from your pulsing cunt. You’re too tired and spent to do anything other than whimper at the emptiness. He watches happily as his cum runs down your folds. He gently places your legs back down on the bed, staring at your limp body. 

He climbs over you and kisses you deeply. You try your best to return it, but find yourself too tired to even do that. A soft dopey smile graces your fucked out face and it makes Mattsun smirk. 

“You did good for your first time puppy, made Daddy real proud. Such a good girl for me,” he says patting your head softly. He goes to get up, but feels you weakly grabbing at him, bottom lip jutted out and quivering, tears already prickling at the corners of your eyes. 

“Daddy please don’t leave,” you whimper and his heart melts. 

You were gonna be the death of him for sure. “M’not goin’ anywhere puppy, don’t worry.” He wasn’t one to take care of the people he slept with, but you had been a little different from the start anyways, so there was no surprise that he cuddled up with you, pulling your small plush body into his tall, muscular one. 

You were his puppy after all, not just a good fuck… But you were definitely that too.