#buckyscase

You can’t keep your eyes off the scene in front of you. Ari — your boyfriend’s dad — in the middle of his intense workout routine, shirtless and tanned skin glistening with sweat, his chest so hairy and virile — so unlike Ransom but not in a bad way.

“Oh, sorry honey, didn’t see you there.” The grunting suddenly stops as Ari gets up mid-push-up, running a hand through his long brown hair before making his way to you, “Ransom isn’t at home so what brings you here?”

Oh. You’d come to surprise Ransom — your boyfriend. He hadn’t told you he’d be out, however. But looking at his father right now, standing in front of you with his glorious and muscular body dripping with sweat, you can’t say you care too much.

Ari smirks, “Honey, are you staring at me? Be honest.”

You shake your head, suddenly shy, “N-No. sorry, Mr. Levinson. I was just leaving.”

“Aw, honey, don’t leave. Why don’t you help me with my workout? These push-ups are getting a bit too easy, you know?”

And that’s how you find yourself sitting cross-legged on your boyfriend’s father’s back while he does his push-ups, “And I want you to count each one for me, sweetheart. You think you can do that?”

“Y-Yes, Mr. Levinson.”

You count for him, the number going well into the double digits. And he’s so strong, so sturdy as you grip onto his firm shoulders, watching his sweat-covered muscles flex.

“This is barely a workout, honey. You’re so tiny and cute, I can barely feel you on me.” Ari suddenly flips over, causing you to topple onto his chest as he lies on the floor now with you on top of him.

You squeak softly, what is he doing? Isn’t this, like, super inappropriate??? “Uh, I should go, Mr. Levinson.”

“Call me daddy, baby.” He whispers softly, grabbing your wrists tightly and holding you against his chest, “And what’s the hurry, huh? Thought you wanted to help daddy with his workout?”

“Ransom won’t like this!” You cry, although your own body seems to like this very much, judging by how you’re pressing your thighs together.

“Ransom’s a child.” Ari growls, lips now nipping at your neck, one of his hands guiding yours down to the waistband of his shorts, “C’mon, honey. You said you’d help me out and you don’t wanna make your daddy sad, do you?”

He pushes your hand into his shorts and you gasp, but Ari is unperturbed, “Daddy will be so sad if you leave right now, honey. Because you know you’re my best girl. Always coming over when you know Ransom isn’t here, always staring at daddy and thinking I won’t notice. But I notice everything. I know Ransom doesn’t satisfy you. No, a little baby girl like you needs a proper daddy to take care of her.”

He’s rubbing your dainty hand over his dick now, and it feels so big and thick that you can hardly believe it. Oh, Ransom doesn’t compare to this at all!! You involuntarily let out a moan and Ari smirks.

“Just like that, baby. Jerking your daddy off so good, aren’t you? I know you’re a baby and you don’t know anything but that’s okay. Daddy’s gonna teach you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Nngh, yes! Yes, daddy, please teach me! ‘m a dumb baby an’ I don’t know anything!” You wail, finally giving in to how good it feels.

“That’s right, baby. Make your daddy proud, let me show you what it’s like to pleasure a real man. I know his dick isn’t as big as mine, not even close. And you’re my baby, you deserve the best, the biggest. I’m gonna treat you so good, baby. Daddy’s gonna treat you so good.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You chant, humping into his thigh as he continues to guide your hand on his dick.

“Cute little baby, look how enthusiastic you are. Gonna make your daddy cum so fast, aren’t you? Like a little natural. God, baby, next time we’re gonna do this in daddy’s bed, alright? Gonna make you my pretty little wife. And Ransom won’t mind you being his new mommy, because I’m never letting you go.”

Your daddy loves you with or without hair down there — he doesn’t care about it either way. But when he hears you complaining one day about how hard it is to shave down there and get all the hair properly, he offers to help you out.

“But daddy, isn’t this kind of weird?” You giggle as Ari spreads your legs wide and sits between them, propping a pillow under your ass so your bare and glistening pussy is facing him.

“Not at all, honey. Remember what I told you? That daddies are meant to do all the things that are too difficult for little babies like you to understand? How is this any different?” Ari asks you, rubbing the sweet smelling lavender oil all over you.

“Mm, daddy, that feels nice.” You sigh, loving how his big hands feel as they spread the warm oil all over down there. It’s making your pussy clench.

“I know it does, honey. Now you just sit back and relax like a good little baby and watch how daddy shaves your little baby pussy properly, okay?”

You nod, watching him as he grabs the razor and glides it down your skin, “Yes, daddy.”

Ari is patient and focused as he shaves you, paying close attention to each ridge and corner of your skin, and every so often he’d murmur a bit of praise, “That’s it, sweet girl. You’re doing so good for me. Being so still and helpful, like a good little girl, huh? You’re my good little girl, baby. So good.”

You glow with the praise, growing more and more excited. Soon, you find yourself humping up against the air as Ari finishes up. “Nngh, daddy please!”

“Awww, little baby got all riled up just because her daddy shaved her little pussy?” Ari teases, putting the razor away and suddenly landing a hard slap on your slit that has you gasping and fisting the sheets underneath you.

“Whoa, slow down there, honey. Are you okay?”

You gulp when you hear the voice of your hot older neighbour. Ari is looming above you, so tall and beefy and imposing, and you cringe at how much of a fool you look like. Sat on the pavement, your dress slightly torn and a noticeable scrape on your knee.

“S-Sorry, Mr Levinson. Didn’t mean to bother you or make so much noise. I just fell down.” You try not to look at the cut on your knee, feeling your lower lip wobble at the minor pain. You can’t help it — you’ve never been good with pain.

“Poor baby,” Ari coos, big hands rubbing up and down your bare arms, “You need to be more careful when you’re playing, honey. That looks like a nasty little cut you’ve got there.”

You blink up at him. Is it just you or is he speaking to you like you’re a little baby? And why is it that you don’t even find it creepy? Surely you should find it creepy?

“I — uh — I’m okay, Sir.” Suddenly, you feel shy. Up close, Ari is even more rugged and handsome. All the girls on the street have a huge crush on him. You always thought he was much too old and sophisticated for you, however.

“Nonsense. Poor baby, you look like you’re gonna cry.” Before you know what’s happening, Ari’s scooped you up in his arms and is carrying you towards his house. “Don’t worry, sweet baby. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you, get you feeling good again.”

You can’t seem to get any words out of your mouth — why is he taking you inside his house? Why is he speaking to you so condescendingly? Why did he just call himself daddy? Why are you not saying anything???

Ari sets you down on his kitchen counter, rummaging through his drawers before he pulls out a jar of medicine. You cry softly as he applies it to your cut, “H-Hurts!” You whimper.

“I know, baby. But you’re my brave little girl, aren’t you?”

You swallow, trying to ignore the warmth you feel in your chest when he babies you.

“You need to be more careful, honey. Cute, delicate little girl like you playing on the street like that? I won’t allow it next time.”

“Wh-What?”

Ari ignores you, instead holding up two different bandaids. One’s got a Hello Kitty pattern on it and the other has Snow White. You wrinkle your nose — Ari doesn’t have any kids, so why does he have those?

“Pick one, honey.”

It’s almost instinctual when you point to the Hello Kitty bandaid.

Ari patched you up and you’re just about to run off when he grabs you suddenly, pulling you up onto his knee and holding you close with a tight grip, “Honey, it’s not safe out there for little girls like you. You better stay inside with daddy. I’ll take care of you, baby. You’ll be safe with me.”

“But Mr. Levinson —”

“Call me daddy, honey. And don’t worry, I won’t let you out of my sight now, pretty baby. Daddy will keep you safe.”

Ari kisses your temple softly, and you can’t help the warm and tingly feeling you get from his touch, and the older man notices straight away.