Daddy's Home (Original story by me!)

[Brattany]

My first original work! I hope you like it! I'd love to hear from you and what you thought of this piece!

 

Trigger warnings: somnophilia, hints of ageplay i.e. using the honorific "Daddy".

 

He unlocked the front door, stepping inside and leaning against it with a huff as it closes. It's been a long day and it's well after dark, now. Work ran well over what it should have, and he hadn't even eaten dinner yet. To make matters worse, he was sure his little girl was frustrated with him for being late, as she'd stopped responding to his texts about an hour ago. He knew she was upset and he hated disappointing her. He reassured her that there was nowhere he'd rather be than home with her, but sometimes Daddies have much too much work to do, and don't end up getting home on time.

 

Kicking off his boots near the door, he could hear the TV on in the living room and headed toward the sound. As he peeked around the entryway, there she was. He felt his heart skip as his eyes moved over her slumped form. She was wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a casual tee of his, one of her legs hanging off the edge of the couch as she's sprawled along it. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted slightly with the deep breaths of slumber. On top of her tummy was her phone, facing downward. The corners of his lips turned upward into a warm smile. His babygirl. She'd fallen asleep between texts to him.

 

Being careful as to not make too much noise, he slowly made his way over to her, picking up her cell phone and setting it on the coffee table beside them. "My baby." He whispered as he crouched down in front of the couch, his arms slipping underneath her knees and neck. He cradled her against his chest, making his way toward their bedroom to lay her down. She stirred only slightly, a soft moan and she was right back out while he pulled the covers over her hips. He leaned down and kissed one of her rosy cheeks, then the other, then her freckled forehead.

 

Slipping out of his work clothes aside from his boxer briefs, he pulled another one of his tees over his head and cautiously climbed into bed beside her. Sighing heavily as he sinks into the mattress, his eyes find her again. He studies her every movement: the way her lip twitches, the way her eyelids flutter, the way her toes wiggle. After missing her for so long throughout the day, he finally felt home; not when he walked in the door, but now, as he lays beside her. He hated being away from her. She keeps him sane while driving him wild.

 

As happy as he was to be reunited with his love again, he couldn't help but want more. He missed all of her: her laugh, her voice, her moans...His hand began to creep toward her on the bed as he adjusted himself to be on his side, leaning on his elbow with his body facing her. His callused fingers made contact with her soft skin as he slipped his hand underneath the hem of her shirt. Her skin was hot to the touch, her stomach rising and falling with deep breaths. She sniffed in her sleep, then her head turned to the side. His eyes burned into her.

 

He trailed his fingertips around her navel in circles, feeling her muscles just beneath the skin occasionally contract. His breathing was starting to pick up, his palm sliding up her sternum. He splayed out his fingers in the center of her chest, then firmly rubbed a large circle against her skin. His palms brushed over her nipples and he would swear he heard her sigh in her sleep. He was hungry for her, all of her. He needed more. His hand proceeded downward, now.

He paused as his fingertips met the hem of her pajama shorts. Does he dare? The hesitation was short-lived, and his fingers disappeared underneath the fabric. He bit his lip to stifle a groan, his hand forming a cup over her entire sex, only the thin fabric of her panties between them. He felt her heat, starting to move his hand forward and back, his unblinking eyes locked on her face. She let out the softest moan, he wasn't even sure he'd heard it or not. Is she waking? Should I stop? He couldn't stop now.

 

He leaned closer to her, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth, and then lower, starting to gently suck at the side of her throat. His fingers moved back, getting hold of her inner thigh and pulling it toward him to urge her legs apart, and then he plunged his fingers inside her underwear. His middle finger moved between her slit, stroking its entirety up and down one time, feeling how wet his girl was for him, even in her sleep. He couldn't stifle his growl against her neck, but lifted his head to watch her face as his middle fingertip started to gentle circle against her clit.

 

He noticed a slight furrow between her eyebrows, and her next inhale was more sudden. Biting his lip, he started to smile, dipping his middle finger a bit to coat himself with her arousal, bringing the finger back to her clit and starting to circle her little bud even faster. Her own fingers twitched, her nipples poking against the fabric of her tee. Her leg kicked slightly. Did she just spread her legs even further for me? A low groan in his throat and his hand was out of her panties. He quickly moved down the bed, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down her pale legs simultaneously.

With urgency, he was between her legs, his firm hands gripping the tops of her thighs as he wrapped his arms around them. His tongue laps at her slit, causing her to shudder, and then his tongue finds her little clit, lightly flicking against it. A quiet, but undeniable moan escapes her parted lips, and it only makes him more determined to continue. "Mmph..." She whimpers as she starts to wake to his tongue, her hands sliding down the bed and finding his atop her thighs. He squeezes her thighs in his hands, keeping her right where he wants her as his tongue moves unrelentingly around her clit.

 

Her head tilts back with a gasp of pleasure. She's not sure if she's having the best dream of her life or if this is really happening, but she doesn't care...as long as he doesn't stop. "Daddy..." She breathes, eliciting a growl from between her legs. Her toes curl at the sound, and she captures her plump bottom lip between her teeth. He suddenly moves his hands to the underside of her thighs, effectively folding her knees to her chest and flicking his tongue against her clit, making her jump. Her toes are curled tightly in the air and one of her hands fly to her mouth, stifling a squeal.

 

He knows her body like no one ever has. She was his. His babygirl, his love, his toy. As his tongue danced circles around her clit, her thighs tensed in his grasp. His nails started to bite into her skin as he held her with force, his tongue refusing to relent. She moaned loudly into her palm, the other hand wrenching at the bedsheets. Mere moments later, her back was arching with a cry of release, her knuckles white with the sheets between each of her fingers.

 

He continued for a few seconds after she orgasmed, knowing how sensitive she gets. She squealed and tried to clamp her thighs together, but with his stern grip on her, she wasn't wriggling away so easily. "Daddy, please!" She whimpered, her face a new shade of red as she gasped for her breath to return. Her poor clit was twitching from the intensity of the orgasm, but his tongue continued its assault. When her feet started to kick in the air and her hands frantically grabbed at his arms, he released her with a sinister grin, licking his lips.

 

With her half-asleep orgasm having left her feeling like Jell-O, he moved up her body, replacing the kisses he'd left on her face earlier with new ones. "Daddy..." She murmured in exhaustion, blindly reaching for him.

 

"I'm here, babygirl." He assured her, pulling the duvet over the both of them and pulling her against his waiting chest. He could feel her head slump against him between heartbeats, her nose burrowed in the crook of his neck. He lightly scratched her scalp with one hand, her messy curls wrapping around his fingers. He sighed contentedly, blinking slowly before his eyes fall closed and he falls asleep, at peace knowing that his world is safe in his arms.

[313grown]

I like it. Very touching, and erotic, without being over the top.

[GrampyP]

Heavenly!

[Unicorn]

It's fantasy. Not real. In reality, Daddies talk with you and stop answering.