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Park backs Emma up against the counter, all the lights on, searing. She's always so meek for him, a sweet little thing with squeezed-together thighs and her pulse jumping in her throat. He loves it, loves the way she sheds all her layers of skill and competence and decency and gives him the remains, the bones to crush in his jaws.
She looks up at him, big dark eyes and skin soft with lotion, ready for bed, her hair cleaned and wrapped in her bonnet. The ED is gone, Emma is left, and Park grips her throat easily, hand spanning it, forcing her chin higher. She can't go up on her toes, not with his weight against her, the heavy shove of his thighs and hips, his chest against her breasts in the little tank top she wears for bed. Or, she did; he's training her out of wearing anything at all.
“Open,” he orders, and grins when her lips part, her tongue peeks out, pink and damp. Two fingers slide in, pushing her jaw down more, flattening her tongue, the little pill tucked into his palm. “There's my girl. Ready for your medicine?” She can't move, so he nods for her, puppeting her head up and down. “Mhm. Baby doesn't want a baby, right?” He nods her head again, drool slick on his fingers. She's trembling a little, her hands tight on the countertop.
He takes his time, holding the pill just out of reach of her tongue, playing with her mouth. He loves this, loves the way she gets softer, the trembling easing, her eyes dimmer and quieter the more he pets his fingers over her tongue, her teeth. He rubs the round curves of her molars.
“Look at you. No fangs to speak of. No wonder you need me,” and he flashes his teeth at her, white and sharp, pointed in a way that he used to hate and now embraces, seeing the red imprints of his bite on her thighs. “Baby needs someone to take care of her. Bring her medicine. Make her pussy wet.” Emma moans a little, the drool spilling as her tongue shifts, a wet gleam on her lower lip.
Park leans in and sets his teeth against her cheek, mouths at the curve of it, up to her ear. “Tits out, baby,” he murmurs, and she whines and tugs down her top, cute little breasts soft and nipples perked up. “Good girl. Swallow.”
The pill slips down her tongue, into her throat, and Park lifts his fingers for a moment so she can gulp it down dry. Her mouth opens back up, and he depresses her tongue again, looking into the wet, pink-red clench of her throat. Fucking gorgeous. He thinks about putting a scope down there, listening to her gag around it, watching on a monitor as the muscles contract, squeeze, seeing in real time what it looks like when he's got his cock down her throat. It's probably good he went Ortho, and not ENT, or he'd be locking an exam room and violating all sorts of patient and HR protections.
She's such a sweet, pretty thing, his baby, and her lashes flutter when he thumbs at her nipples. Cute as the rest of her, and Park smacks her breast a little, making it bounce, his fingers hooking back along her teeth, shaking her head a bit. “What does baby get next?” He prompts. Emma whines around his fingers, back arching as he tugs a nipple. More drool smears into the corner of her mouth. Her skin is so fucking soft. “Come on, you did hair and lotion, took your meds, what's left? Hm?” Emma stares up at him, dazed, so clearly struggling to think with his hands on her, crushed between the cold counter and the unforgiving bulk of his body.
He tuts, and lets go of her nipple, shoving the bunched up tank top down the rest of the way. It catches on her hips, and her own hands help roll it off, the little shorts going with it; the inside seam is a little damp, a little sticky. His cock is heavy in his sleep pants.
“Baby needs cock before she can sleep,” he says, and steps back so Emma staggers, her teeth still caught on his fingers, mouth pink and soft. She catches herself on him, moaning, and goes to her knees without any more prompting. He thinks he can get her to where she'll just be kneeling, every night, taking her meds and water and his cock in her mouth like it's easy, normal, a routine that she can't go without.
“Suck,” he orders, a cold god looking down on a supplicant, a stern sort of father figure, and Emma moans and shoves her face into the soft fly of his pants, not even opening them up, just diving onto his cock and sucking the head onto her tongue. Soft flannel covers her face, but he can feel it, hear it, wet lapping and moans and her little gasps as he strokes her head. Her ass is rocking a little, the gentle bouncing rhythm as she gets more of his cock in her mouth. He pinches her ear to pull her back enough to get his cock fully out, looking at his baby, soft big eyes and all that trust and safety for him to abuse, and shoves his cock back into her mouth so she gags.
“There's my girl- you can do it, suck daddy off,” he coaxes her, using her mouth for himself. Her hands flutter on his thighs. “No teeth, baby, you know what happens.” She moans a little, jerking against his hold. The bite he'd left on her ass- her teeth blunt and round scraping his cock as she'd tried to swallow it, his own sharp canines piercing the meat of her ass where she'd been bouncing on his tongue- is still swollen, tender. He might spank it later.
Emma sucks him off slow, being careful of her teeth, blinking up at him when she breaks away to gasp and pant. His belly is tight when he finally decides she's done enough, been so good, and smacks Emma’s cheek when she tries to gulp him back down. She whines, rubbing her wet lips on his thigh, flannel dragging. “No, baby, all done. Stand up, I want you to watch this time.”
She wobbles up, steadied by his hands on her arms, accepting the kiss he gives her- his tongue slicking down across hers, filling her mouth, mapping out teeth and tongue and swallowing all her air up so she's gasping, heartbeat pounding in her throat. Park spins her around, kicks her feet apart, and thumbs open her folds.
Sopping, soaking wet, spilling over his thumb at a touch, her clit a firm little bump at the top, and Park gets his other hand over her throat and bends Emma over the counter, forcing her to face the mirror, the bright lights not letting her hide, and slams his cock home in a slick hot thrust, head to balls, and groans as her body reacts- a squeal, a moan, the immediate clench of muscles to force him back out of a space too small to be in, but Park has already carved out a section of her heart to climb inside, her pussy is no more difficult.
He fucks her hard, heavy, slapping his hips to her ass- he spanks the bite mark, digging his fingers in, feeling her legs spread and tighten as she drools out her pleasure, cunt and mouth alike wet and pink and all his. Park bends over her, feels the way she's gasping, moaning, the soft satin bonnet caressing his cheek.
“There's my girl,” he croons, his voice as soft and sweet as his cock isn't. He can feel her cervix, the way she grunts and squeezes around him when he hits it. “Feel that? Feel daddy's cock fucking you so deep? That's why Daddy makes you take your medicine, baby- so I don't fuck a baby into you every- fucking- night-!” He grinds in hard, making her squeal again, the pulsing clench going down his cock and up to his brain. It blows him away, every time, that he can feel her start to come, can recognize the way she loses her fucking mind to him, hands over the reins and lets her daddy do whatever he wants- medicine and cock and breakfast in bed, picking out new shoes that are better for 12 hour shifts, tying her to the bed to make her rest after a week of doubles.
Emma, his baby, his sweet precious little slut, moans and wails under him, pussy catching at his cock like a vice, the only word she has left his name, “Bren- Brendon oh fuck fuck Brendon daaaady fuuuuuck~” in a long warbling sound that hiccups as he slaps her ass, bites her throat, fucks her so hard she scoots up the counter, bracing herself against the mirror, all soft and sweet and damp with sweat.
When he comes, it's with his hand tight on her throat, holding her chin up so her eyes glaze over, his cock pumping hot and thick against her cervix, the little pill fizzing in her blood the only thing keeping her from being chained to him forever, deeper than DNA. He loves his baby, who doesn't want a baby, so he'll make sure she's happy and safe and well fed, the only baby he needs, with her pussy swollen and dripping when he groans and slips out.
She's a mess, sweating and panting, bonnet askew, but she's his mess, the smile in the corner of her mouth all for him, her body glowing with sex, pleasure, the stinging bloom of the bite mark on her ass. Fuck, he loves her so fucking much.
When he stands back, she follows, head laying against his chest, looking up at him for kisses, soft and sweet now that they've gotten the worst of it out of their systems. He's greedy and she's needy, control passing between their hands, and Park drags Emma down into bed with him, naked, and tucks a finger into her pussy to make her whine, holding her against his chest to sleep. She sucks at his chest, leaving a hickey of her own, the blunt shape of her teeth putting a different imprint onto him.
She'll wake up sore and complain about it to him, how am I supposed to work when I can't walk, and he'll laugh and lick it all back out of her mouth, soothe her sore pussy with kisses, feed her breakfast and morning vitamins with his fingers in her teeth and his baby in his arms.