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“You’re late.”
Shoto’s tone as you shut the car door behind you usually would have been intimidating...but after your long day, and with your head throbbing and feet aching, you only mustered up a smile worthy of sympathy as you buckled yourself in.
With only a soft greeting from you to fill the silence, he pulled out of the parking lot and started off down the road, hands on the wheel of his luxury car with his suit primed and pressed, as was usual for a day at his agency. Despite constantly having the best of everything, and seeing the public eagerly jump on every opportunity to admire the stoic hero, Shoto always seemed to be a step behind all his luxury--he was much gentler, and more down to earth than the populace liked to believe, and especially when it came to you and your well being.
“Your grocery shopping run late? Or did you pick up another shift again?”
He shifted into another lane, to turn down the long, familiar stretch of road towards his apartment complex. His eyes stayed glued to the street, paying close attention to his driving--but even though he didn’t look at you as he spoke, you could still feel the remnants of his piercing stare when he asked you such a loaded question.
“Shoto, I know what you’re thinking. I told you, I don’t mind my job--and I don’t want to quit, not yet.”
This debate was another familiar one, though it never lasted long, as Shoto respected you and nearly all of your choices. The fact was that, even if he did provide a comfortable lifestyle for you, it just wouldn’t be practical for you to stay home all day or spend all your time shopping. Working your job, though it was less than enjoyable, gave you something to do and got you out of the house, and it let you still feel like you had control over some of your expenses--besides, the two of you had mutually agreed that this arrangement likely wouldn’t last forever, even though you both had very different ideas as to how it would eventually end. You, with finding a better career path and breaking off to be independent--and secretly for Shoto, he hoped it would end by getting a ring on that pretty little finger.
“I know. But just remember that you don’t have to. I can take care of you.”
He reached over to pat you on the thigh, his hand lingering for just a bit longer before he moved it back to its place on the steering wheel. You weren’t sure, maybe it was just a rich person thing, but Shoto had always been obsessed with the idea of caring for you--at first only through monetary ways, but eventually it had moved on to picking you up from work, making sure you ate enough, even calling in to cancel appointments or get you a day off when you were sick. He acted more like a boyfriend than anyone else you had dated up until now--and with the added bonus of him making sure you never had to worry about getting into financial trouble, it was a pretty sweet deal.
“Yes, you always do. Even if I don’t really deserve it..”
“...It’s not about deserving it or not, though I still disagree with that. You make me happy, and I want to do the same for you--plus, it’s nice to see your smile when I buy you things you like.”
The curve of Shoto’s lips made your skin heat up--you honestly loved that smile, the one he showed you only when it was just the two of you. Sometimes, if the mood was right or you said the right thing, you would even get a laugh--and those were times you cherished, even if you knew that this was strictly a business relationship. Sometimes it was just nice to imagine you were a real couple, just for a moment or two.
“...Thank you, Sho. You’re really more understanding than I could hope for...and I bet we’re gonna have fun tonight, huh?”
Your voice drawled into a smooth tone, as you settled into the seat and took a glance out the tinted windows, only a few other cars in sight. It would be awhile before you got back to his place, and it gave you plenty of time to kill...and plenty of space for the things you had in mind.
“I’m already having fun. You’re here.”
If he wasn’t so genuine, you could almost pout. It was honestly pretty hard to be seductive when he was being so sweet and cutesy. But, that could quickly be remedied with a hand placed strategically on his knee, squeezing him through his suit pants so he would cast a brief glance over to you.
“...Well, you could have a bit more fun, don’t you think?”
You purred, and Shoto swallowed thickly. He wasn’t one to do much in public, he didn’t even like PDA all that much...but with you, it was just a little different. He always did have a hard time telling you ‘no’.
“...So you really can’t wait until we get home? You’re trouble..”
You ignored his taunts for now, dragging your fingers over the expensive fabric, closer and closer to his groin...and when he glanced up at the rearview to check if anyone was coming from behind, you relished in the soft, short gasp he let out when you snuck up and grabbed at his dick through his trousers. You clucked your tongue--what a lewd man, acting all kind and innocent, when he already was half stiff just from speaking with you for a few minutes.
“ Oh , t-that’s what you mean... oh, fuck …”
Shoto groaned, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the road while you touched him, granting him no mercy as you groped and rubbed him through the thin fabric--and he tried desperately not to buck his hips up as he sat in his seat, but eventually, he had to pull his hand off the wheel and grab you by the wrist to wrench you off.
“Re..Reach into the back...there’s a bag...I bought a present for you today..”
Turning your head, you caught a glimpse of a pink, felt bag peeking out from beneath the backseat--and twisting awkwardly, you stretched to grab what was inside of it, pulling the box out and turning it around in your hands.
It was, without a doubt, a vibrator. Long, with an impressive girth, and based on the packaging it had several different speeds--and knowing that he was growing impatient, you popped open the top and pulled the toy out, realizing once you had it in your hands that it was the same hot, fiery red as the one half of his hair. Whether or not it was intentional, you didn’t know--but thankfully, you didn’t have to dwell on it for too long.
“Turn it on, and slip it inside. Don’t touch yourself, just let it vibrate...and don’t cum, you can’t finish until we get back.”
You finished clicking the batteries in, when Shoto’s order hit your ears--and at once you forgot the task at hand, and slipped right into the role he so adored you playing, tugging at him with a whine.
“ Shoto- ”
He shook his head and ignored your plea, pointing at the vibrator that lay temporarily forgotten in your hands.
“I mean it. I’ve already been too lax with you, lately--Daddy needs to be more strict, it’s for your own good. Now sit on your toy and keep massaging Daddy with your mouth, okay?”
With a dramatic huff, you tugged down your shorts a bit, and set on angling the toy right before slowly pushing it inside you, Shoto ruffling your hair affectionately to help make it a bit easier. And when you fiddled with the bottom to try and figure out how to turn it on, Shoto slipped his hand between your legs with a gentle chuckle, and clicked it on for it to immediately shoot jolts of pleasure all up through your body.
Needing a moment, you dug your nails into your palms to adjust to the sudden shift--where in the world he had gotten such a powerful toy, you might never know--you soon found the strength again to think clearly, and reaching over to your lover, you made quick work of his belt and zipper, to not waste a second in taking inches of his cock in your mouth.
He was still just a little soft, but it certainly didn’t last for long--and like always you loved that he was so impressed with your skills, hunching over the wheel momentarily to groan out his pleasure before eventually straightening up once more, his hand coming down to rest atop your head as you started bobbing up and down.
“A-Ah..feels good ...you always make Daddy feel good, little one...just keep going like tha- ahn ...like that ..”
The loud buzzing of the toy between your legs filled the air of the car, as well as the sloppy noises of you sucking down on Shoto’s dick like it was a popsicle. And in a way, it kind of was--not sweet by any means, but long, and pretty, and pleasant...you would have no problem going down on him on a daily basis, if it ever came to that. Plus, the noises that he made when you were worshipping him were liable to be the sounds of angels , those huffy moans and sweet gasps that just made the heat between your legs grow.
Speaking of which, your squirming was getting more intense, as the vibrator pushed up against one of your sweet spots--it wouldn’t be long now before you came, your mouth working at twice the speed that definitely caught Shoto’s attention. As you pulled off and started sucking at the soft skin of his balls, Shoto made the move to pull over and park, his face growing more flushed by the minute--and soon enough you found yourself being yanked off completely, looking up to see how much of a mess you had made of one of the top pro heroes of Japan.
With a gleam in his eye, he unbuckled your seat belt and tugged you to lay over his lap, pulling your shorts down the rest of the way and tossing them on the floor--and with his cock grinding into you from below, his hand came down to grab your behind, squeezing and smacking and playing with the soft skin while you trembled with pleasure beneath him. You could feel your end coming, the pressure building up higher, and higher in your belly--and then you let out a whine as Shoto pulled the toy out, leaving you trying to desperately rub against him from the frustration. But you were swiftly put back in your place with a hefty spank, and you were forced to let the pleasure dull back down again as he let you simmer down.
“Here, let’s lay the seat back--lay down, little one, and spread these legs for me. I’m gonna make you feel really good, I promise.”
Pulling you up to sit nicely on his lap, he yanked at the lever that slowly moved the seat down, until he was laying back in a position you’d become very familiar with. With his hands guiding you, you shifted a bit awkwardly until you had found your place, with your head between Shoto’s legs and his head between yours, your arousal already dripping over the suit he would need to get dry-cleaned after this. Without anything to stop you this time, you eagerly set on servicing your partner’s cock again, swallowing him down with a practiced expertise--while Shoto took his time, the toy still in his hand as he teasingly pushed it back and forth against your hole.
“Sucking Daddy’s cock feels good, ah? You’ve already earned your present after this, but this is just gonna make it so much sweeter…”
With that, you felt the vibrations course through you again, the toy being switched on as he slid it inside you once more--and the pleasure caused you to jolt, when you felt the warmth of Shoto’s tongue lave over the sensitive areas between your legs. It became a struggle to focus on his cock when he was nibbling, and sucking , and doing everything in his power to make you a mess--and squeezing your eyes shut, you felt the pleasure mounting all over again, this time coming on faster because of your previous sensitivities. Determined to get him off too, you feverishly took his cock all the way to your throat, earning a lustful groan from the man underneath you--and just as your mind was starting to blank, and you felt yourself tense around his thick length...the stimulation left you again, the toy shutting off as Shoto pulled it away. You moaned and whined even louder around his cock, body aching from the pleasure it so needed...and Shoto just chuckled, spreading your cheeks with his hands so he could get an even better look at everything between them.
“You’re dripping all over cause of this toy...you’re gonna stain the seats, little one. And Daddy’s gonna stain them even more when he’s done with your little hole...”
Slipping the toy all the way back inside you, he let it sit still as he trailed light touches over your puffy, throbbing places...and when you popped off his cock to beg, to plead with him to just let you cum, he shook his head and gestured for you to get back to work.
“ No . No cumming yet. Drink up your medicine and Daddy will let you finish, little one.”
Your whimper as you continued thrummed all the way down his dick, forcing a moan to escape from your lover--but he held his ground, ignoring your needs for the moment to thrust up into your wet, waiting mouth.
“I know it’s bitter, love, but it’s good for you. I’ll get you such a nice gift once you drink it all down…”
Getting back into it, you sucked him off with fervor, used to the way he stretched out the small space--and this time, you slipped one of your hands down to give his balls a gentle squeeze, rubbing them hotly when you heard the obscene cursing that left Shoto’s otherwise pure mouth. He seemed to be more undone than he pretended, the way his hips bucked so roughly up into your throat--and as you felt his cock start to throb and twitch, only moments away from cumming, you tensed up and yelped as the toy suddenly started vibrating inside you again, and you squirmed as Shoto’s tongue slid frantically over your pulsing bundle of nerves. If the circumstances were different, you certainly would have taken the opportunity to tease him for how desperate he was for you--but that could wait for now, as your vision started to spot, and your movements got sloppier and messier until--
“ Mnh-! Mmmmh…..mh… ”
You moaned around his cock, your orgasm hitting you full force and wiping every clear thought from your head, only focused on the heat that flooded through every nerve of your body, as Shoto’s cum spurted inside you like a fountain and filled up all the space you could spare. He pulled the toy out hastily, and you felt his fingers replace it, his chest rumbling with a groan underneath you as he felt you pulse around them...and you slowly pulled off his cock, swallowing all that you could of the hot, milky liquid, before licking the excess off his softening dick with a tremble in your movements. You couldn’t recall a time you’d cum that hard, nor when Shoto had made such a mess of you...he must have refrained from touching himself for the last week, considering the amount of extra sperm that he’d spilled over his fancy leather seats. With one last huff, you collapsed, the two of you breathing heavy as you gradually felt your strength build back up.
“S..Sorry, Daddy...I-I messed up your car…”
You felt his hand on your hip, and working up the energy, you shifted your place and turned yourself around, so you could get a look at Shoto’s face and lay down comfortably on his chest. He was so flushed as he wrapped his arm around you, you would have turned bright red if you weren’t already.
“...What? Oh...don’t worry about that, little one...you made Daddy so happy…”
Clutching at his wrinkled suit jacket, you nuzzled your face into his neck--and you earned that laugh you so adored, breathy and worn out, but just as uplifting as ever.
“My pretty baby...let’s get married, someday…”
He sighed, and you looked up to catch a glimpse of that smile on his face...only to realize that he had rolled right into sleep, eyes closed completely with a soft snore on his lips. The sight alone made you chuckle, and you leaned up to kiss his cheek--and retrieving your bottoms off the floor to set yourself back in place, you shifted off of him to sit between his legs in the driver’s seat, turning the car back on and pulling out from where he had parked. It wasn’t far to his apartment now, and you didn’t need to risk someone seeing the amazing Shoto half-naked and asleep in his car...and with a brief drive in front of you, it gave you plenty of time to daydream about what exactly his future plans might be with you.