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I like to think that Jim is a soft daddy, he has a soft spot for reader and only a look of her glossy eyes make he melts so he's not used to punishing her. So one day when she was a bad little girl, hard daddy!Michael and hard daddy!Duncan make he slap her pussy, Michael is holding her legs open and Duncan is just smiling while she cries and whimpers under Jim's large hands against her cunt.

(this is for the two lovely anons who requested such FILTH🥵)

“Daddy, can I have some ice cream, please?” You sweetly asked Duncan as you leaned against the doorway of his office, swaying in your pretty skirt.

“No, sweetheart. You just ate. You need to settle your stomach first, okay?” Duncan replied without moving his eyes from his laptop screen.

You sighed to yourself and walked to Michael’s room, the blonde sitting at his desk typing away at his laptop as well.

“Daddy, can I get some ice cream?” You innocently asked him.

“What did Duncan say?” He asked you.

“No,” you mumbled, shoulders sagging. “But–”

“No buts, little dove. No means no,” he says, looking intensely at you in a way that holds no room for argument. “Be a good little girl and listen to us, okay?”

You refrain yourself from rolling your eyes and leave his room. You grumbled and crossed your arms behind your back as you walked into the kitchen. Jim stands at the counter eating a bowl of fruit and looking at his phone. You immediately perked up and slid yourself between him and the counter.

“Daddy,” you giggled softly at the smile that was brought onto his face. “Can I have some ice cream, pretty please?”

“Of course you can, baby doll,” he softly says and kisses your button nose.

You excitedly clapped your hands and sat yourself onto the counter, legs swaying lightly as you watched him. Jim scooped some vanilla ice cream into a bowl and hands it to you with a smile, cooing quietly as you eagerly eat. Some gets onto the corner of your lips, and Jim uses his thumb to swipe it away before licking it from his thumb. You hummed quietly as you swallow down the sweet vanilla ice cream. You were finally satisfied.

“What are doing?” You hear Duncan ask from behind, and you immediately look over your shoulder to see him and Michael standing there with their arms crossed.

“I gave her some ice cream,” Jim smiles and nudges your chin lightly with his knuckle.

“Right…” Michael hums.

“After I specifically told her no,” Duncan states, sauntering towards you.

“Come on, guys,” Jim laughs softly as he steps between your legs, taking the bowl from your hands carefully. “She’s a good girl. Aren’t you, baby?”

“Yeah!” You giggle and smile up at him.

“See,” Jim shrugs at them. “She’s fine.”

“Yeah,” you say in a snotty manner, smirking at the other two men.

“She needs to learn that she can’t keep going to you every time we don’t give her what she wants,” Michael sternly says to Jim. “Then she’s going to rely on you allowing her to do whatever she wants.”

“I’m a big girl!” You snal, arms crossing over your chest as you glare at them.

“Hey,” Jim softly taps your leg.

“Get over here,” Duncan orders you to do.

“No!” You shout, arms crossing tighter as you stick your nose up at them.

“Right now, Y/N,” Michael demands.

“Baby, stop acting like that,” Jim whispers in your ear, softly kissing your cheek as you humph loudly.

“No!” You repeat loudly.

Jim blows out a small breath and rubs his soft jaw. His eyes widen as he looks over your shoulder. Before you can look, you’re thrown over Duncan’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around the backs of your thighs to keep you from kicking. You squealed and grabbed onto his sweater, lightly pounding at his neck.

“Let me go!” You whined. “Daddy!”

Jim knows you’re calling for him. He can’t do anything else but stand there and follow the two men into the shared master bedroom. Duncan throws you onto the bed and pushes his hair back.

“You have been a very bad girl, Y/N,” he all but growls, pointing a finger at you in his stern voice.

“You couldn’t listen to simple instructions, huh? First, it was making a mess and not cleaning it up. Then, it was you staying up late when we told you to sleep. Now, you’re running off to Jim, knowing he’s going to say yes to anything you say,” Michael lowly says, arms resting behind his back as he tilts his head to stare at you. “Is that what a good girl does?”

“Daddy,” you whimpered and looked at Jim.

“Baby–”

“No,” Duncan cuts him off. “Y/N needs to learn her lesson about acting like a spoiled little brat.”

“And since we can’t show you how serious we were when we spank you purple,” Michael says, kneeling on the bed by your legs before grabbing onto your skirt and panties and pulling them down all at once. “Maybe Jimmy will finally put some sense into that little bratty head of yours.”

“Come here, Jim,” Duncan says as he points at the empty space beside Michael. “Go sit right there.”

Jim wordlessly does as ordered, his eyes scanning you up and down. He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as Michael forces your thighs wide open with his ring glad hands. Duncan takes a seat by your head, enjoying at how much you were squirming and whimpering to yourself. The older brunette smiles down at you, petting your hair gently before grabbing a thick chunk tightly.

“Spank her pretty cunt, Jim,” Duncan hums. “Do it nice and hard until she cries.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to close your thighs, but Michael’s hold was too strong. You whimpered in a mixture of excitement and fear. You looked over at Jim and pouted.

“Daddy,” you whined, hips shifting and rolling. “I’ll be good.”

Jim rubbed his hands together to warm them up as he stared at your glistening folds and swelling clit. It always amazes him how you get so aroused during your punishments. He sits up higher on his knees and crawled to your side. You reach a hand out to him, but your wrist is pinned down to the bed by his hand. Your eyes widened as Duncan pinned down your other hand.

“Get ready,” Jim gravelly tells you.

Before you had the chance to response, his palm swings down and lands on your cunt with a loud smack. Your thighs jerk, but Michael spreads them wider. Jim smacks your cunt again. You can feel your lips and clit burning from the strength he puts in his hand. It hurts so bad, but it feels so good at the same time.

“Are you getting wet?” Duncan scoffs. “Not only is she a fucking brat, but she’s also very fucking filthy.”

Jim smacks your pussy three more times in quick succession. The burning sensation has spread all around. Your eyes are shut tightly to hide your tears. Your bottom lip trembles as you tried to keep in your cries. But when Jim spanks your pussy harder than before, you arched your back and let out a loud sob. Duncan hushes you and shoves his fingers into your mouth, briefly choking you.

“Her cunt is so red,” Michael coos. “Keep going, Jim.”

The young brunette does as ordered and sparked your cunt until you sobbed and writhed under Michael and Duncan’s hands. Jim stares down at your sweaty face, your cheeks swollen and pink from your tears. Your lips were obscenely stretched around Duncan’s fingers.

“Are you done being a brat?” Jim asks lowly as he rubs his hand over the entirety of your puffy, inflamed, and twitching cunt.

You whimpered wetly around Duncan’s fingers and sniffled shakily. The male pulled his fingers free and wiped your drool all around your lips.

“Answer him,” Duncan orders.

“I’ll be good!” You sobbed, lowerhalf burning and trembling from the brutal spanking.

Jim sends a final smack to your clit and sits back, licking his hand clean of your slick. You hiccuped and whines as every hand is released form your body. Duncan coos and smiles down at your contorted face.

“Now do you see why you have to be a good girl?” Duncan smugly asks.

#FILTHYYYY #i fucking loved this concept #thank you anons 🥺🥺🥵#f u c k m e #michael x duncan x jim x reader

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