content: gender neutral reader, daddy kink, size kink, front-penised centaur for guideline compliance
The manager has always looked after you, perhaps to an exaggerated extent. He’s not doing it out of doubt towards your skills, or a sense of superiority – he just can’t help being exceptionally protective when it comes to his little human. It could very well be that you’re independent and reasonably sized within the human world, but to him, you’re just so small and fragile.
He was immediately taken aback by your application, as he’d never expected someone outside of the monster realm to show interest in this job. In fact, he planned on refusing then and there: it was far too dangerous for someone like you. Your charisma, however, won him over, and so he was forced to agree on hiring you, vowing to protect you at all costs.
Somewhere along the way, his affection began mixing in with his professional involvement. So much so that you’re plagued by the peculiar, nagging feeling he’s less of a boss and more of a-
“Daddy!”
You freeze, mouth hung open in embarrassment. Did you just call him that in the middle of sex? For a brief moment, heavy silence looms over the room, as the centaur stares at you in disbelief. You wonder if you should cut your recreational activity short and apologize for the Freudian slip, yet you suddenly feel his erection twitch inside of you, sending ripples across your stomach. His face is turning deep red, lips pursed in contemplation as he rolls the word around his mind, processing it.
“Could you, um…” he clears his throat, tugging at his imaginary collar – he’s still not used to being shirtless around you, see – then gathers the courage to continue. “Could you call me that again?”
Ah, so he’s into it. An idea abruptly forms, mischievous and potentially damaging to your body, but much too tempting to discard. What if you used this newly discovered knowledge to break his bureaucratic act? You can tell he’s always holding back, often quoting your well-being or citing safety paragraphs from the employee handbook. Might as well see how far this novel kink takes you.
“Daddy, won’t you fuck me harder,” you plead, adding a dramatic pout to your request and pressing your hips into his body. “Won’t you do that for me, pretty please?”
You don’t have to ask twice. Before you know it, your legs are nonchalantly thrown over his shoulders, and you find yourself folded in half, sinking further into the mattress. You had previously assumed you were already stretched to your limits, except you’re presently proven wrong by the burning sensation of your inner cavities being rearranged. You gawk, half in terror, half in numbing pleasure, as your belly expands with each feral thrust.
“Anything for my little one,” he coos in your ear, voice breaking in a mere whisper. “You think you can take it?”
To be entirely honest, you’re not so certain yourself, but you’re too entranced by the sensation to protest. Moreover, witnessing your manager in such a deplorable arousal has renewed your own motivation. You simply nod, eyes glazed with sheer lust.
By the end of your pounding, you’re shamelessly dripping with his cum. You can barely catch your breath, crawling up with aching muscles. The centaur gingerly wraps you in his arms, then lifts you off the drenched sheets.
“Let Daddy help you,” he says, carrying you towards the bath. “Can’t have my little one struggling.”
Now that you’re entering your post-orgasm clarity, you begin to hope the Daddy talk won’t follow into the workplace. It’s going to be an awkward Monday.