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You’re not really sure how you got to this point in your life.
Not that you really care.
You turn your head to see the figure resting beside you in bed. You watch the way he inhales and exhales, the way his body moves under the blanket as he does so.
It’s peaceful.
Until it isn’t.
He starts to snore. Again. For the fourth time in the past few hours.
Leaning over, you check the alarm clock on the bedside table. There’s only a few minutes until it’s supposed to go off, so you decide to take the task into your own hands.
Rolling over to face him, you run your fingers through his hair, earning a mumble from his lips. You can tell he’s still asleep though.
Oh, well, you tried to wake him up nicely. Now, wanting to give him a little bit of payback for keeping you awake with his ear shattering snores, you get a good grip on his hair and pull.
Loudly, you say, “Wake up, old man.”
He jolts awake, and then groans in an exaggerated tone once he realizes what happened. Wincing, he slowly places his hand on top of yours to pull it away from his hair. He then turns over to face the other way as he grumbles, “The hell is wrong with you?”
You crawl towards him to get rid of the space between the both of you. Cuddling up right behind him, you say directly into his ear, “It’s time to get up.”
He grabs the pillow closest to him and pushes it down on top of his head, most likely trying to get away from all of the noises—you—this morning.
His voice is muffled by the pillow, but you can make out the sentence, “The alarm ain’t even goin’ off. Go back to sleep or something.”
Before you have a chance to respond, the alarm begins to blare beside you. It seems like the universe is on your side today. Grinning wildly, you say, “You sure about that?”
He groans for the thousandth time this morning as he flings the pillow covering his head across the room. He rasps out, “Fucking turn it off.”
Happy to oblige, you roll over and lean across the table to turn it off. With the room now silent, you turn back over to face him.
His back isn’t turned towards you anymore. Now, his head is resting on the pillow beside you and he’s looking at you with sleepy eyes.
You smile giddily, “Good morning.”
Without an ounce of emotion in his face (it’s too early for him to give you any expressive facial features), he says, “You’re extra annoying this morning.”
You pretend to pout, “I am not.”
He rolls his eyes and places a hand on your waist, pulling you forward into his chest. With his arms wrapped around you, chin resting on top of your head, he says, “Are too.”
You stay quiet, letting him think that he won the meaningless argument. You lay there for a second, just letting him hold you, until you feel his breath begin to even out. You debate waking him up, but since he’s finally breathing quietly, you allow it.
You even feel yourself begin to drift off for a second until he lets out a loud snort, cutting you out of your peacefulness.
You groan and smack his chest, “You’re done. Get up and get dressed. Time for work.”
Opening his eyes suddenly, he says, “I’m up, I’m up.”
You push away from him so that you can get to the other side of the bed. Maybe when he’s gone you can finally get more than two hours of sleep.
Rubbing the heels of his hands in his eyes, he grunts as he stretches his long limbs out on the bed, trying to shake off the rest of the sleep lingering in his body.
Once he finishes, he spreads out on the bed, his body resembling a starfish. He turns his head to look at you as he reaches an arm over so that his hand can touch the bare skin on your waist.
You let him have his moment until he looks up at you after being mesmerized by your skin. With a small grin, he asks, “Quickie?”
You roll your eyes and push as far away from him as the bed allows, “No. Go get dressed and I can make breakfast before you leave.”
With an annoyed sigh, he begins to get up from the bed, a few joints popping as he does so.
When he gets to the doorway, he pauses to turn around and look at you. With a blank face, he says, “I ain’t an old man.”
You raise an eyebrow, “Your snores say different.”
He walks out the door, but you hear him mutter down the hall, “You’re a brat.”
—
You’re busy putting the eggs you just finished making on plates when Toji emerges from his room. You figure that he’s finished getting dressed, but you don’t turn around since you’re too focused on trying not to spill any of the food on the floor.
You can hear his heavy footsteps coming up behind you, but you ignore them since you pretty much already know what he’s going to do. He does the same thing every morning.
He comes up behind you and uses his giant hand to give you a harsh smack on the ass. The pressure jolts you forward, but you manage to keep your grip on the pan in your hands.
Huddling up behind you, he presses his clothed dick against your ass and grinds forward. His hands come around to your front, one gripping at your waist, and the other slithering around to grab your tit. He leans close to your ear and whispers into it, “Well, aren’t you a good little housewife?”
You humor him for a moment, pushing your ass back against him, but then you say, “I’m not your housewife, idiot.”
He smiles into your ear, “Mhm, do you wanna be?”
Now bored of the game, and finished fixing his plate, you bump him off of you so that you can turn around. Giving him a good once over, you make sure that he’s properly dressed for work.
Without you, he’d probably show up to the office in sweats and a t-shirt.
You move your hands to fix the tie that he tied incorrectly. As you smooth the collar over it, you comment absentmindedly , “You look nice today.”
He smirks as he places his hands back on your waist. You allow it long enough so that you can finish fixing his suit without him interrupting.
“Thank you, baby. You look nice, too. Although, if I could fix something about your outfit, I’d take that annoying little shirt off.”
You roll your eyes, now finished picking the lint off his shirt. You push him towards the counter as you say, “Eat.”
He squints his eyes at you, but he sits down on the barstool nonetheless. He looks down at his food for a moment, as if to make sure that you’re not trying to poison him, before he goes ahead and begins to eat.
You lean against the countertop as you watch him. Now that he’s occupied and not pawing at you, you have the time to actually analyze the way he looks.
He does look nice today. Well, he always looks objectively good. Today, he’s wearing a plain gray suit that you always think pairs well with his eyes. His hair’s a little messed up, but honestly, it works for him.
You think he might need to size up on the suit jacket soon considering the way that his biceps are trying to escape the seams, but you choose to keep that information to yourself for the moment.
Looking back at his face, you ask, “What are the plans for today.”
Immediately, you realize that you should’ve chosen a different way to word that question because the way that Toji’s looking at you guarantees that he has found a vulgar way to answer.
“Why don’t we go back to the bedroom and I’ll show you?”
You face plant into the counter as he cackles at your reaction. Muffled by the countertop, you say, “I’m serious, jackass.”
Your response causes him to laugh even harder as he says, “Me too.”
You raise your head to warn, “Toji.”
He waves you off, “Yeah. yeah, don’t get your panties in a wad. We got that thing we gotta go to tonight.”
You give him a confused look, “What thing?”
“You know, that party thing the office is forcing me to go to.”
You close your eyes and take a deep breath before you respond, “You mean your corporation's 50th anniversary?”
He nods, “Yeah, that thing.”
You sigh, “Toji, I thought that was next week.”
Now finished with his food, he stands up and carries his plate to the sink. While he walks, he says, “It was, but they moved it.”
You stomp towards the door to grab his briefcase for him. You ask in an annoyed voice, “And you didn’t think to let me know? I don’t have a dress yet.”
He follows you over there, now prepared to leave. He stands in front of you as you try to hand him his briefcase. He doesn’t take it from you, instead, he moves his hand to his pocket so that he can take out his wallet.
Skimming his many, many credit cards, he grabs one of them and hands it to you.
You look down as you grab ahold of it.
The black one.
When you look back up, he grabs the briefcase from your hand and says, “I got you, baby. You ain’t gotta worry about it. Just go get a dress today while I’m gone.”
He turns around to open the door as he adds, “Just don’t make me go broke.”
You follow him out and hold the door open for the both of you as you respond, “As if I could do that.”
He grins as he leans down to give you a kiss goodbye. As your lips hover over each other, you joke, “Have a good day at work, daddy.”
He backs off as he rolls his eyes. You watch as he turns around and begins to walk down the hallway. He yells out, “Watch it, darlin’.”
You laugh loudly as you step back into your apartment, closing the door behind you.
—
He isn’t your sugar daddy, per say.
Well, that isn’t how it started. Somewhere along the line, the relationship may have developed into that by accident, but that’s besides the point.
You weren’t searching sugar daddy apps in hopes of finding someone that could pay your bills. You didn’t even need someone to pay your bills, you could do that yourself. It would be nice to have someone buy you a new purse, or a new laptop every now and then, but you weren’t actively searching for someone to do that for you.
You just happened to meet Toji.
It was a Friday night, and you had just gotten out of the last three hour chemistry lab in your college career.
You had just finished the last day of classes. The only thing that was left was graduation. You were out with a couple of friends celebrating, but they had left you alone at the bar while they went to dance.
Dancing wasn’t usually your thing, so you decided upon getting black out drunk on cocktails.
You weren’t planning on hooking up with someone, but when Toji sat down beside you with his expensive suit and intense eyes, you couldn’t help but stare at him in awe.
So when he asked if you wanted to get out of there, you couldn’t say no.
You weren’t planning on maintaining a relationship with him, but that’s exactly what happened.
However, you did get lucky with the circumstances.
He was a businessman for some high up corporation that had become lonely ever since his son moved out for college, and you made sure to fix that.
You had been dating each other ever since.
In the beginning, he was a little bit concerned about the age gap, fifteen years, but you didn’t care about it. You always had gone after older men anyway.
You’re in a happy relationship with the man you love. The fact that he’s filthy rich is just a plus, and if he insists on spending it all on you, then you have no reason to object.
You get out of the car, making sure to let the driver know that you’ll text him when you're finished.
As you make your way to the designer store to pick up the dress that you had called about on the phone, you stop in front of a window that is displaying the perfect purse. You pause and look at it for a moment, thinking that the color would look amazing paired with your dress.
You contemplate for a moment before you walk into the store. Toji won’t care. He never does as long as you’re happy.
—
By the time he gets home, you're in the master bathroom taking a shower. You sigh when you hear him call your name. Of course you would be in the middle of a shower when he gets home. Now, you’re going to have to deal with his advances.
Usually, you wouldn’t deny him so much, but the both of you were on a time stamp. The party starts at eight thirty, but Toji has to get there early since he’s one of the major bosses. Not to mention that he gets off work at six thirty.
There’s not any time that can be wasted on having sex, even though he would thoroughly disagree.
You can hear him continue to call out your name as he walks in and out of the room in search of you. Hoping that he can hear you over the water pressure, you yell out, “In the bathroom!”
You can hear his footsteps as he walks closer and closer to you. You close your eyes so that you can wash the shampoo out of your hair. When you reopen them, you see him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, staring at you with a smirk.
You watch him through the glass with a bored expression when he says, “Well, ain’t this a pretty picture to come home to.”
You continue to rinse your hair out when you say, “Go take a shower in the guest bedroom. We need to hurry up and get dressed.”
Instead of listening, he just begins to unbuckle his belt in front of you, slowly taking it out of the loops. He maintains eye contact with you when he unbuttons his pants and takes them off with ease.
Sometimes you think that the old age is getting to him since he clearly heard you, but still chooses to ignore you.
You turn around to pump out some conditioner in your hands when you say, “Do you need a hearing aid or something? I said guest bedroom. Not master. I don’t wanna shower with you right now. I’m not in the mood for you to hog up the water.”
When you turn around, you see him begin to lift up his shirt. He yanks it off and lets it join his other clothes in a pile on the floor beside his feet. He better clean that up later.
You eye him up and down, taking in his body. You watch the way his thigh muscles flex every now and then, the way his obliques and biceps flex when he moves his hand to push his hair back.
You know what he’s doing.
Shaking yourself out of it, you repeat in simpler terms, “Toji. Shower. Now.”
He still doesn’t respond. He just continues to stare at you with that stupid little smirk plastered on his face. You can feel his eyes flickering over every part of you.
You’re about to start yelling at him when something catches your eye. He still has underwear on, but you can see that it’s beginning to tent. You can tell that he sees you staring, so he moves his hand down to readjust himself.
Now willing to respond, he says, “Are you sure you don’t want me to shower with you, baby? I could make it worth the while. You know I could.”
You look away from his face when you see that he’s beginning to palm himself over his boxers in front of you. He continues, “Just give in. Let daddy make you feel good.”
You gulp, about to give in, when your eyes catch the digital clock in the bedroom. The red lights flash the numbers 7:15. Your eyes widen, shit, there really isn’t any time for this.
You look back up to his face, now with a stern expression. You can tell he knows what you're about to say because the smirk drops from his face entirely.
“Toji, we have to leave in exactly forty five minutes. Get your ass in the shower or we’re not fucking at all tonight.”
He gives you a mean look, which you know that from past experience it’s just his pouty face. He turns around and grumbles out, “You’re mean today.”
You ignore his childish statement as you watch him drop his underwear in the bathroom. Now stark naked, he stalks towards the guest bathroom. As he walks away, you can’t help but admire that ass.
—
The next time he walks in, you’re just finishing up putting on makeup. You make eye contact with him through the vanity mirror. Making sure to not smear your red lipstick as you’re putting it on, you ask, “You done being horny yet?”
He’s leaning on the doorframe again with his arms crossed, accentuating his chest. He rolls his eyes, “Yes.” Then he adds in a smaller voice, “Jacked off in the shower.”
You laugh, “Good.”
Now finished applying lipstick, you add a bit more power while you look at what he’s wearing. He looks amazing, as usual, but you ask, “Are those pants too small?”
You look down to see that the fabric is basically straining over his thighs.
He grunts, “Yeah, but this is what you laid out for me. It matches whatever you're wearing, right?”
You nod, but let him know, “You don’t have to wear them if you’re too uncomfortable. I’m sure you have something else that matches.”
He readjusts the fabric around his crotch, but he doesn’t say anything.
Now curious about how tight the pants actually are, you motion in the mirror for him to turn around. As he does so, you get a full view of how good his ass looks in the pants. You unashamedly stare until he turns around.
Wanting to know what he should do, he asks, “So?”
You know you should probably tell him to go change, but you decide to be a bit selfish when you say, “Just leave them on. We can find you some more dress pants this weekend.”
He squints at you for a second before he laughs, “Yeah, I’m the horny one.”
You ignore him as you stand up, ready to change. You left your dress in a bag in the kitchen, so you ask sweetly, “Would you mind getting my dress for me, babe?”
You smile at him innocently as he gives you a look, but turns around to walk to the kitchen nonetheless, although you can hear him mocking your voice down the hallway.
For someone significantly older than you, he sure doesn’t act like it.
—
When he gets back, you finish unbuttoning the dress shirt of his that you put on while doing your hair and makeup.
As he walks into the bedroom, you hear him say, “Where did you get the dress from? Did you see anything else in there that you liked? Cause if you did we could go in there this weekend while we get some more pants for me.”
As you turn to face him, you say, “Yeah, I might’ve seen a thing or two.”
When he finally sees you, he unabashedly stares at your body. You didn’t tell him, but you may have picked up more than just a dress and a purse today.
He drops the bag on the ground as he walks towards you, hands immediately grabbing onto your body. It seems like he can’t keep them still because they’re traveling all over you like he can’t make up his mind.
Eyes still traveling all over you, he says in awe, “You been planning this?”
On the way out of the store where you bought your purse, your eyes had lingered on the intimate section. You knew how much Toji liked it when you dressed up for him in the bedroom, so when your eyes landed on a red set that matched your dress perfectly, you knew you had to get it.
You reach up to curve your arms around his neck. Getting your face close to his, you answer, “Sure have.”
At your response, he pulls your body flush against his as he groans, “Fuck, baby. You’re so pretty, all dressed up for daddy.”
You grin as he plucks at one of the straps attached to you.
He moves in to kiss you, but you stop him by pressing your hand to his lips. He gives you a confused look, but you say, “There’s one rule.”
With a frown overtaking his face, he asks, “And what is that rule?”
“No touching until after the party.”
He looks like he’s about to object, but you finish, “If you don’t touch, I’ll let you do whatever you want after.”
He squints at you for a moment, until you can see the decision plastered on his face. With a defeated groan, he drops his forehead onto your shoulder as he mumbles, “Deal.”
You laugh in victory as you run your fingers through his hair.
“Now, help me put on my dress.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
—
You’re getting ready to leave, when Toji says, “Not even one little kiss?”
He had been extra needy since you put the dress on, which to be fair, it’s a nice dress. It’s tight and just the right amount of revealing, plus he always says that he loves it when you wear red.
You would reprimand him for touching you, but he hasn’t tried anything since you agreed on the deal, so you just let him. They’re all harmless anyway. Just his hand constantly around your waist, or on your thigh.
You grab his wallet that’s sitting on the counter and shove it into his chest as you say for the thirtieth time tonight, “No, it’ll mess up my lipstick. Do you have everything?”
He nods reluctantly as he tries again, “I promise I won’t mess it up. Just a small peck. Just one.”
You sigh and look at him. He looks like he’s about to combust, and it’s kind of funny. You hate to say it, but you love it when he gets like this. All whiny and pouty. If anyone else would have tried to put him through all the things you did today, they would be getting a first hand look at how bad his temper really is.
But he would never do that with you. No, he just turns into a baby when he’s upset with you.
Taking pity, you move in close to him as you hold up a finger, “One. One kiss. That’s all and then we leave.”
Now excited, he smiles, “And then we leave.”
You eye him for a moment before you close your eyes and lean in. He takes your cheek in his hand and angles it towards his mouth. You feel his lips brush against yours lightly, staying there for a moment too long.
He then pulls away, not much, but enough to look into your eyes. Against his mouth, you say, “Two, and that’s it, Toji. I mean it.”
When he leans in again, you can feel him smile against your mouth. This one is a little harsher than the last, and it lasts a bit longer, developing into three more closed mouth kisses. You let him continue until his tongue suddenly pushes past your lips and into your mouth.
It catches you off guard, so it takes you a moment to react, but during that moment, Toji’s hands leave your face and immediately go down to your ass to pull you even closer to him.
Shit, you let him get away with too much. You know you need to stop or else this situation will end with you having to clean red lipstick off both of your faces.
Pulling as far away as you can with his grip on your ass, you gasp against his mouth, “We need to stop.”
Breathing heavily against you, he says, “I know, baby. I know.”
Apparently, he doesn’t know well enough, though, considering that he goes in to kiss you again. You allow it, but just for one kiss. You pull away from him and grab onto his jaw to stop him from going in again.
You sigh, “That’s it. No more touching until we get home.”
He tries to move his face in closer, but your grip stops him. In a husky voice, he says, “You taste so fucking good though.”
You close your eyes to collect yourself. He knows what that fucking voice does to you.
After you breathe for a second. You force him to release his grip from your ass as you finally say, “Let’s go.”
You go to open the door when you turn around to tell him to come on. He’s still standing there with his jaw clenched and his eyes closed. You look down to see a bulge in his pants.
He opens his eyes to catch you looking.
“You did this.”
You smirk as you turn back around and head out the door, “Yeah, yeah.”
You don’t wait for him to follow you, going ahead and walking down the hall, but soon enough, you hear him jogging to catch up to you.
Now in tune with your steps, he says, “You gonna do anything about it?”
You roll your eyes, “It’ll go away eventually.”
He huffs what sounds like a laugh of disbelief.
Now waiting for the elevator, you say, “By the way, you have lipstick on your mouth and chin.”
—
Well, the party didn’t exactly go as expected.
You thought that Toji would make it about an hour until he faked being sick or something so that he could take you home and fuck you into the mattress.
He didn’t even make it thirty minutes. Not because he couldn’t wait an hour, but because he couldn’t keep his temper to himself.
You guess that some of the blame can be directed to you, but not all of it.
Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much. You suppose that the extra pent up tension could have caused the explosion. Also the part where you encouraged the explosion. But, whatever.
The party was going great. Toji had learned to keep his hands to himself while he talked to his coworkers and pretended to care about the golfing tournament this weekend. He still kept his arm around your waist, but that was mainly for keeping you close.
His coworkers just couldn’t keep their eyes off of you, and it made Toji a little jealous, so he had to make sure that everyone knew you were his.
His words. Not yours.
So, everything was fine, until it wasn’t. You saw the interaction happen from the bar. You had gotten thirsty, so you told Toji that you were going to get the both of you some drinks.
You then proceeded to ask what he wanted, even though you pretty much already knew. Before you walked off, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek as a thank you.
It was the norm for the both of you.
While you were waiting for your drinks to be made, your gaze traveled to Toji and the man he was talking to. You remember him telling you that he worked at some law firm from down the street.
One second, they’re both smiling and laughing. You can tell Toji’s is fake though. You know how his sense of humor works and he would never laugh at some offensive joke that the older man had been spitting out all night.
The man continues talking with a nasty grin on his face, but your attention goes to Toji. Apparently, whatever the older man said to him didn’t exactly sit well because next thing you know, the smile slides right off his face.
You can tell he’s about to pitch a fit.
The drinks still aren’t finished, so you decide to let it play out for a moment to see if you need to step in. Also, it’s hot watching him get mad, so who can really blame you?
As soon as Toji opens his mouth, you can see that he’s reprimanding the older man for whatever he said.
The older man slowly stops smiling and he soon develops a tiny look of fear in his eyes.
As Toji begins to get louder, you now hear some snippets of their argument. His eyebrow is creasing and his jaw is clenching as he speaks. The hand by his side is slowly developing into a fist.
The man in front of him is slowly raising his hands in surrender, probably apologizing profusely about whatever he said to set him off.
As Toji’s fist begins to raise inch by inch, you take that as your cue to step in.
They’re causing a scene, but not too big of one. Everyone seems to be minding their business except for the few people close enough to hear what they’re saying.
By the time you’re close enough to them, you hear Toji rasps out, “You fucking piece of shit. You really think you can speak like that in front of me?”
The man speaks very slowly in case he upsets him even more, “I’m very sorry. I didn’t think it would upset you. Let’s just move past this and I’ll go my own way.”
Toji says in an angry voice, “No, I don’t fucking think you will. I don’t like it when people talk about my girl that way. I don’t like it at all.”
You watch as his fist almost raises in slow motion.
Now with a panicked look, you rush forward and grab onto his arm right before he uses it to do something that could get him in a lot of trouble.
Noticing that something is disrupting the trajectory of his arm, he yells, “Who the fuck—,” but he stops once he realizes it’s you.
In an accusing voice, you whisper, “What do you think you’re doing?”
His eyes soften at your face for a moment as you let go of his arm. It goes back down to his side without a fight. He doesn’t answer, so you say in a hushed tone, “Pack it up. I’ll be waiting in the car.”
At that, you turn to walk away, hoping that he chooses to follow you instead of causing more trouble.
You make it a few steps before you turn around to make sure he’s coming, but instead you see him inch closer to the guy.
He gets right in his face and seethes, “You’re real fucking lucky, buddy.”
You can tell he’s using every bit of self control that he has to step away from him.
He then turns around and makes his way to you, grabbing your hand as the both of you walk out the door and to the car.
—
“Toji.”
“What?”
He’s clutching the steering wheel with fists so tight his knuckles are white. His jaw hasn't been unclenched since you left the building, which was almost fifteen minutes ago. You wanted to wait until he calmed down to ask what happened, but it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen.
You place a hand on his arm and lightly ask, “What was that about?”
He doesn’t brush you off, so that’s a good sign. He takes a sharp left turn as he says, “Don’t really wanna talk about it. Still pissed off.”
You don’t want to push him, so you say, “That’s okay. Will you tell me when you’re ready?”
He nods but doesn’t say anything. You take your hand off of his arm and bring it back to your lap. You’re okay with being patient. You know that he’ll talk to you when you’re ready.
Moments after you bring your hand to your lap, he reaches over and grabs it so that he can interlace your fingers together. He rests them on the middle console and says, “I’m not mad at you, baby.”
You smile softly at the gesture, “I know you aren’t.”
You begin to rub the back of his hand with your thumb, encouraging him to speak up. It takes a few minutes, but he finally sighs, which is a telltale that he’s ready to talk.
With a voice that’s still laced with anger, he says, “I don’t like it when people talk about you.”
Oh, so the argument was about you. Now intrigued, you say, “Go on.”
He tightens his grip on your hand as he says, “I don’t like it when people just see you as arm candy or whatever. You’re fucking smart and you have a good personality and shit.”
You try not to laugh at his terrible way of communication as he continues, “When someone acts like you’re just an item, it pisses me the fuck off, and I can’t help it when I get mad.”
Your heart clenches when you realize that he was defending you during that fight. Interested, you ask, “What did he say about me?”
When he doesn’t answer, you look over at him to see anger completely take over his face. Using your hand that wasn’t already occupied by his, you reach over and touch his face softly as you say, “It’s okay, you can tell me. I won’t get upset.”
Now in the parking garage for the apartment, he puts the car in park harshly. Still facing forward, his voice raises just a little bit as he says, “But it’s not fucking okay. He called you a nice piece of ass, and then he asked if you were a good fuck. Do you know how much self control it took for me to not knock him straight on his ass?”
You try to say something, “Toji, I—,” but he cuts you off. He turns to face you, and you can see the emotion in his face when he says, “I don’t like it when people treat you anything less than what you’re worth. You’re better than any fucking person in that building, so when he said that about you I just lost it, okay?”
He then adds with an apologetic look in his eyes, “Sorry if I upset you back there. I didn’t mean to lose my temper in front of you.”
You unbuckle your seatbelt and lean forward so that you can get both of your hands on the sides of his face. You lean forward and place a soft kiss on his lips. When you pull back, you say to him, “You know I love you, right?”
One of his hands comes back to rest on the back of your neck as the other steadies you at your waist. He smiles for the first time since you left the party, “I know you do. I love you too.”
Now that you know he’s not as upset anymore, you finally say what you’ve been dying to tell him for the past twenty minutes.
“And you know what?”
He smiles, “What?”
You move your head so that you’re whispering directly in his ear, “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” You bite his earlobe to add emphasis before you pull back to see his reaction.
You watch as he lets out a breath of air. You can tell that you caught him off guard, but he quickly erases his look of confusion.
Putting on a smirk, he says, “Yeah?”
You nod as you move to grab your purse from the back seat. You unlock the door as you add, “You know, we’re home now. You followed the rule.”
Realization hits his face when he moves to quickly unbuckle and unlock the door. Rushing out of the car, he repeats, “I followed the rule.”
Now speed walking with his hand in your grasp, you say, “Want your prize?”
He’s basically running to the apartment when he says, “Fuck yeah, I do.”
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After almost dying of a heart attack from trying to keep up with Toji on the way to the apartment, the both of you finally get inside. The second the door closes, he immediately pushes himself up against you, not wasting any time before he basically shoves his tongue down your throat.
He uses one arm to cage you against the wall while the other is planted on your waist, pulling you up and against him.
You lace one of your hands through his hair while the other rests on his chest as you try your best to keep up with his tongue.
You moan against his mouth as he licks up and down the roof of your mouth, his tongue reaching everywhere, pressing against your own.
He moves his head down as he begins kissing down your jaw, aiming for your neck. You grab onto his hair, pushing his face closer to your neck so that maybe he’ll finally get the hint that you want him to finally use his teeth.
Understanding what you’re trying to say, he latches onto the skin right above your collarbone and bites down harshly, forcing you to let out a high pitched whimper as your knees go weak.
Once he’s finished, he uses his tongue to swipe over it, licking it almost like an apology.
He must feel that your knees are beginning to shake because he uses both hands to lift your ass and boost you up against the wall.
He moves his head up to where it’s level with your mouth. He chuckles menacingly against your lips, “Legs starting to fail you? Is daddy making you a little weak in the knees from just kissing?”
Instead of answering, you just dive into his mouth again, wanting to get another taste of him as you moan loudly. Your hands scramble to grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself as he pulls apart to say, “I ain’t gonna drop you, babydoll.”
You begin to object before he steadies you on just one of his arms while he uses the other to mess with the zipper on your back. He grins, “The dress is pretty and all, but how ‘bout we take it off?”
Overwhelmed by the fact that he can hold you with just one arm, you nod frantically as he begins to slowly unzip it. He can’t get it all the way off from the way that he’s holding you, so he just settles with pulling it down to your waist.
Now content with the way your lingerie is now exposed right in front of his eyes, he says, “Fuck, baby, your tits look so pretty in this. Like a little present.”
He quickly ducks his head so that he can suck a couple of bruises into the skin that’s showing. You close your eyes and rest your head on the wall behind you.
Seemingly content with the work he’s done, he pulls you away from the wall and begins to carry you back towards the master bedroom. On the way there, he says, “Gonna fuck you so hard. You deserve it since you were such a good fucking girl during the party tonight. Stood right there by my side the whole time, didn’t you?”
You nod frantically as he places you down softly onto the bed. Now spread out beneath him, you respond, “I did. I was a good girl for you.”
He grins wickedly at your response, “Fuck yeah, you were. So fucking good.”
Before he gets on the bed, he grabs onto the edge of your dress and pulls it the rest of the way down, throwing it across the room once it’s finally off.
He then gets on the bed and just sits on his knees, body hovering over you. You expect him to lean down and start kissing you again, but he just stares at you with a look of arousal clear on his face.
The fact that he’s just blatantly staring at you makes you feel a little nervous, so you move your hands to cover yourself, but he quickly puts a stop to that.
With both of your wrists in just one of his hands, he finally makes eye contact.
“Don’t you dare cover up. Let me see you. Let me look at you for a minute.”
Your eyes close at his response as you try to not let his stare affect you. Soon, you feel his other hand begin to stroke down your body. It starts off at the top of your bra, just using his fingertip to caress you. He slowly makes his way down your body until he gets to where you want him most.
Before he touches you, he says, “Look at me.”
Opening your eyes you look up at him.
With a soft look in his eyes, he asks, “You remember our safe word?”
You smile, “Yeah.”
Taking that as the green light, he uses the tip of his pointer finger to trace down the front of your panties.
“Good. You might need it for what I have planned.”
Opening your eyes, you glance down at him. He’s already getting comfortable between your legs when you ask , “What do you have planned?”
He rests his head on your thigh innocently as he reminds you, “You told me I can do whatever I wanted right?”
You begin, “Well, yeah, but—“
He stops you, “So, I’m gonna do whatever I want.”
You are about to object, but he just ignores you by plucking at the hem of your underwear. He says in an exaggerated tone, “I really hate to ruin these since they look so pretty on your pussy, but they’re in my way.”
Ruin?
You’re about to push him away because these were expensive, but before you can, he uses both hands to rip them in half right down the middle. He looks up at you with a victorious smirk, and you would be angry, but his strength just made your head cloudy.
You flop your head back down on the pillow, allowing him to continue whatever his plans are.
Proud of his accomplishments, he says, “Yeah, just let daddy do whatever he wants, and you can just sit back and take it.”
You obey, thinking that it doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
You feel his middle finger swipe through you as he says, “Aw, did daddy’s fighting make you this wet? You like it when I lose my temper? Like it when I’m mean?”
You whimper as he uses his thumb to slowly rub at your clit. It’s too slow, and you feel like you’ve already waited too long, so in order to get him to hurry up, you buck your hips up against his hand.
Apparently, it was the wrong decision since he uses his forearm to hold you down while his thumb presses harshly against your clit, almost to the point where it hurts. You whine when he says, “Answer me.”
Forcing the words out, you say, “Like it so much.”
He laughs darkly as he releases the pressure and begins to go back to the pace before, but this time just a little bit faster.
He begins to kiss up and down your inner thighs. In between each kiss, he taunts you, “Daddy’s never mean to his baby, is he?”
When you don’t answer, he pinches your thigh and says with a louder voice, “Am I?”
You respond shakily, “N-no.”
He goes back to kissing you, “That’s what I thought. You’re just such a sweet girl for me all the time. I never have to be mean. You always do just what I say.”
His mouth gets dangerously close to your pussy when he says, “You just take what I give, like a good little girl.”
You let out a full moan at the praise, which he laughs teasingly at. You use one of your hands to grab onto his hair to try to direct him to where you want him, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he says against your skin, “Maybe I should start being mean. You got so fucking wet from just a little bit of yelling.”
You can feel your chest heaving and he has barely even done anything yet. Whining, you say, “Toji, please, just do something.”
He taunts, “Well, look at you. You tryin’ to tell me what to do?”
You quickly backtrack on what you said, “No, no, no, please,” but it’s too late.
He takes a hand and hits the back of your thigh hard, causing you to yell out from the pain.
He does it one more time, even harder, on the same spot. He then rubs over the red skin, trying to sooth the angry marks.
In the same angry voice from the car ride, he says, “Don’t fucking tell me what to do again, Y/N.” Then, he dives in and begins to suck on your clit hard.
Unable to keep up with the sudden pleasure, you grab onto his hair and yell out, “Toji, fuck!” You accidentally clamp your thighs together as a response. Once you realize what you did, you go to remove them, but Toji’s hands come to press on the outsides of them, blunt nails digging into your skin.
You take it as a good sign as he continues to suck hard. It takes barely more than a few minutes until you’re calling out, “Gonna cum, daddy.”
He just presses harder onto your thighs, encouraging you to cum on his face.
You feel the pleasure take over, spreading throughout your stomach as you moan out loudly. He continues to lick you through it, letting your ride your orgasm out. You move your legs away from his head, expecting him to stop, but he doesn’t.
He moves away from your clit to make eye contact. With his big eyes staring up at you, he licks up the entire length of your pussy. Your face twists in pleasure as you let out a loud moan from the overstimulation.
Bringing a hand up so that he can insert a finger in, he moans against you, “Taste so fucking good, sweet girl.”
You watch as he grinds down onto the bed to relieve some pressure, causing you to moan even louder. At this point, you aren’t sure if you can contain any noises. Toji always makes you like this.
As he inserts another finger, he says, “Can’t be quiet, can you? Daddy’s just making you feel too good, isn’t he?”
You nod furiously as he quickly plunges his fingers in and out of you. He leans back down to suck at your clit, but before he does, he grinds down hard, muttering, “You make me so fucking hard.”
When he moves to put a third finger in, you groan, “Shit, gonna cum again.”
He says, “Do it, baby. Cum on my face. You can do it. For me.”
Before you can warn him, you feel yourself being overtaken by your second orgasm for the night. You feel him groan against you, the vibrations making it even better. You half expect him to keep going when you finish, but thankfully he doesn’t.
Content with how much he affected you, he looks up and gives you a devilish grin before he crawls up the bed to reach your face so he can kiss you.
You wrap your hands around his back, feeling up his shoulders as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. He continues to kiss you for a moment before he leans up to let you catch your breath.
Licking a line on your jaw, he says, “You did so good, baby. Cumming twice from just my tongue, good girl.”
You close your eyes as you let out a shaking breath. He laughs, “Overwhelmed?”
You nod as you feel a blush cover your cheeks.
He strokes your hair as he says, “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Just let go.”
He sits up to take off his suit jacket. Throwing it across the room, he begins to unbutton his shirt as fast as he possibly can.
Wanting to return the favor, you sit up and try to pull down his pants, “Let me suck you off.”
He pushes you back onto the bed as he says, “Nah, it’s okay. I came while eating you out.”
His response catches you completely off guard, making you even more desperate at the thought that he was so turned on that he came just from pleasuring you.
A little concerned, you ask, “Don’t you need time to get hard again?”
He grins as he undoes the last button, “Never went soft.”
Shit.
As soon as he finishes undressing, he leans back down and kisses you harshly. He asks, “We gonna use a condom?”
You know that you’re going to regret saying this later, but you respond, “No, just cum in me.”
He grins against your cheek as he takes off his boxers. He jokes, “I’m so happy that you take birth control.”
You go to laugh along with him, but the air gets punched out of your lungs when you feel the tip of his dick press against your hole.
Before he pushes in, he takes a moment to tease you back into a whimpering mess.
“You want this? Want my cock in you?”
You nod as you whine, “Yeah, want your cock so bad.”
He presses the head in as the both of you groan. He pants against your lips as he continues to push in, “Look at you taking my cock so well. Feel so good against me. Always so fucking tight for me.”
You breathe out shakily, trying to adjust to his size, but he doesn’t give you time. He immediately sets a vicious pace, pounding into you, making the headboard hit the wall with his force.
You hang onto his shoulder for your life, as it seems like he continues to up his pace. His cock is so big that it’s hitting all the right places, making you a blubbering mess.
You can feel tears begin to form when he places an arm under your waist to lift your ass up slightly. When he looks up at you, he forces out a laugh, “Such a crybaby, aren’t you? Always crying on my cock. Pathetic.”
His harsh words make the tears stream out faster. You don’t know how to respond. You don’t even know if you can respond to defend yourself. It seems like the words are caught in your throat, and you know that he knows it as well.
Continuing to thrust into you harshly, he teases, “What, you can’t speak? Is daddy fucking you so well that you can’t think straight?”
Trying to escape the humiliation, you close your eyes and angle your head away from him, just trying to focus on the pleasure, which he doesn’t take kindly to.
He reaches up and places a strong grip on your jaw, forcing your head down to face him as he grunts out, “Fucking look at me. Don’t ignore me when I speak to you.”
You force your eyes open to see his dilated pupils look down at you. You don’t know if it’s anger or arousal that he’s looking at you with, but it causes your mouth to drop. You try to say that you’re sorry, but once again, no words are coming out.
He looks your face up and down when he asks, “You can’t speak, or you don’t wanna? Huh?”
You want to speak, you’re trying so hard to, but you still can’t respond. Suddenly, his cock hits just the right spot, causing your eyes to roll back into your head without your permission. He continues to hit that spot when he laughs, “Aw, look at that. ‘S fucking cute.”
You force yourself to look at him when you feel his hand traveling away from your jaw and to your throat. You know what’s about to happen, but that doesn’t make you any less excited. When his fingers wrap around your throat he says, “Tap me if it’s too much.”
You nod, wanting him to hurry up and press into you, but he says, “Words. Need words, sweetie.”
Trying your very hardest, you whimper, “Do it.”
It seems like it’s more than enough when he groans loudly and goes even faster, fingers pressing into the sides of your throat.
He moans, “Fuck, you’re so good at following directions. You’re daddy’s good little girl, aren’t you? So good for me, and only me.”
Your mouth is open, and you’re almost positive that you’ve been moaning for a minute straight now, but with the pressure on your throat, you find it harder to make any noise.
He’s slowly cutting off your airway, causing your brain to go silent and fuzzy. Before it can go too far, he let’s go and just rests his hand on your neck.
For a second, your mind goes back to normal, letting you finally think straight for the first time tonight. It allows you to remember something that you wanted to ask him to do for you.
You’ve been wanting it for a while, but you were always too embarrassed to ask, but now seems like a better time than any.
You’re about to ask when he leans down to give you a kiss that could barely be described as one. It’s just his tongue licking into your mouth as he pants from the exertion.
He continues to go hard though, and his hips haven’t even started to stutter.
He reaches up and hooks his thumb into your mouth, letting it feel the pricks of your teeth. He watches your face before he says, “Suck.”
Immediately, you take his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it hard. You look up at him with wide eyes, taking in the awed look on his face. The way his hair is starting to become a little wet with sweat. The way his mouth hangs open and the space between his eyebrow creases.
He takes his thumb out and you kiss the pad of it. Before he can kiss you again, you place your hand on his face and ask, “Daddy, can you do something for me?”
He nods his head quickly, willing to do whatever you ask, “What do ya want baby?”
You force yourself to say what you want, urging the words out, you mumble, “Can you hit me?”
He gives you a confused look when he says, “Louder, baby.”
Fuck, he didn’t hear you. With a stronger voice, you ask ,”Can you hit me?”
His hips stutter when he says, “I’ve already hit you, baby. Want me to do it again?”
You nod, happy that he’s finally understanding, but this time, you make sure to add, “Yeah, but somewhere else.”
He smiles and asks, “Where d’ya want me to hit you, pretty girl?”
Instead of saying where, you just take his hand and rest the palm of it on your cheek.
“Here.”
His eyes widen when he finally gets what you’re trying to say. His hips slow down a little bit when he says, “You want me to slap you?”
You nod shyly.
He completely stops and takes your face in his hands. You’re about to complain when he asks with a serious expression on his face, “Y/N, are you serious? Do you actually want me to do this?”
You nod and whine, “Yes, daddy, I want it so bad. I’ve wanted it for a long time.”
His eyes search yours but they don’t find anything but the truth. You try to move down to get him to start up again, but he grabs your hips, forcing you to stop. He closes his eyes harshly as he says, “Fucking hell, give me a second.”
He takes a deep breath, and at first, you’re confused, until you realize something.
He’s trying not to cum.
Holy shit.
With a new found confidence, you begin to push down on his cock as you whine, “Come on, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Slap my face, do it!”
He holds your hips down, pressing his fingers into them hard, making you wince a little bit. Before you can reprimand him, he lets out a noise that sounds almost like a growl before he starts thrusting again full force.
Jostling the entire bed with his strength, he groans out, “You’re such a fucking brat, Y/N. You really want me to slap you? You really want that?”
You moan out, “Please!”
“Shit.”
He stares at you with an intense gaze that’s full of pleasure as he takes one hand off of your hips and brings it up to your face. You watch him with lidded eyes, already overcome with pleasure.
The second his palms cracks against your face, you moan so loud that you’re scared that you might wake up the neighbors even with sound proof walls.
He didn’t even hit you hard, but it was enough to make you want it again. You feel your eyes water as you beg, “Do it again.”
HIs eyes widen as he speeds up his thrusts, “You’re a fucking freak, baby.”
However, he doesn’t object. He does exactly what you ask, slapping your face for the second time.
It causes your head to whip to the other side from the sheer force of it.
You feel yourself come closer to the edge when you say, “Fuck, fuck, harder!”
And that’s all it takes. He slaps you one more time, harder than before. Before you know it, you’re tightening up and coming on his cock.
He fucks you through it as you try to catch your breath, but you never get the opportunity to. He’s going twice as fast and twice as hard as he moans out, “Fuck, you’re so tight. Can’t believe you came just from me slapping you. So fucking hot, baby.”
You feel his hips begin to stutter as you say, “Come on, daddy, give it to me.”
He looks you in the eyes right before he slams into you one last time, cumming inside of you. His face twists from the pleasure as a bead of sweat runs down his neck. He moves his head to rest in the crook of your neck as he groans, grinding into you.
Soon, he stops moving and collapses on top of you, too exhausted to keep himself upright.
You both are trying to catch your breath when he pulls out of you and rolls over.
He’s quiet for a moment before he says, “Fuck.” You try to laugh, but nothing really comes out. He leans up on his elbows to look at you when he asks, “You okay, baby?”
You nod, but it doesn’t seem to be enough for him.
Now hovering over you, he says, “Let me see your face.”
You turn toward him, and sure enough, there’s a tiny red mark, but it’s nothing to fuss about. He frowns, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
You roll your eyes and pull him back down so that you can rest your head on his chest. Now able to speak, you say, “No, felt good. Wanna do it again.”
He still seems unconvinced, but he lets it go for now. He pulls you closer to him when he says, “You did so good today. Real proud of you.”
You smile at him.
You’re both quiet for a second, just enjoying the silence, until you feel him cum begin to leak out of you.
Wincing at the feeling, you slap his chest lightly and ask, “Can we take a bath?”
He begins to get up, cracking his knees as he does so. “Of course. Why though?”
Not even trying to be funny, you say, “I’m never letting you cum in me again.”
He gives you a wild look as he picks you up from the bed, “But you gave me permission!”
Frowning as he carries you to the bathroom, you say, “Yeah, well that was in the heat of the moment. Feels gross now.”
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