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“Toji…” you whimpered, your voice desperate and needy.
“What, baby?” He whispered against your mouth, pushing his tongue past your lips and silencing your protests. You were pressed firmly against the wall of the Fushiguro’s hall, caged in like an animal. You lost yourself in the man’s touch, his hands fondling your chest and grabbing at your curves. Through your haze of pleasure, you remembered what you were going to say.
“What about Megumi?” You fought to break away from his kisses, though you didn’t very much want to. “Megumi’s home—“
“Well then, I guess you’d better be quiet, huh?” Toji smirked. “Don’t you worry, baby, I won’t bore you. I’ll even make it a challenge for ya.”
How the hell did you land yourself in this position?
You worked for Toji as a sitter for years, never questioning why he needed you at such odd hours. He would come home earlier some nights, later others, but he never failed to pay you handsomely. You liked Megumi, he was a sweet kid. Sometimes, when he was asleep, and Toji came home, the two of you would sit at his kitchen table and talk. It didn’t have to be anything of substance, but you found it refreshing to have conversations with a man like him.
A man like him…
Toji Fushiguro was a man, alright. He was huge, towering over you with broad shoulders and a bulky, muscular physique. His emerald eyes flashed with danger, the scar at the corner of his full lips warning anyone to keep their distance. He radiated such a threatening aura, though something about it lured you to him, instead of pushing you away.
A week ago, Toji had pulled you aside after you tucked Megumi into bed to talk about “a favor.”
“I know I already ask a lot of you,” he began gruffly. “I just need a favor. See I’ve got this… uh… work… thing. A dinner. It would look weird if I didn’t bring a date.” He paused, sighing.
“Would you be able to go with me?” He asked.
You tilted your head.
“Who’s gonna watch Megumi?”
He waved the question away with his hand.
“It’s taken care of. I just… would rather not go with someone I don’t trust at least a little.” He avoided your eyes. You smiled softly.
“What’s the dress code?” You questioned.
“Wear something sexy.” His familiar smirk returned.
“I’ll try,” you mumbled, suddenly shy. “When is this, by the way?”
“I’ll pick you up at 7 in a week. Sound good?”
“Mhm.”
“Here,” he placed a small stack of folded bills into your hand. Your eyes widened.
“Toji, I couldn’t possibly—“
“Think of it as a thank you for saying yes,” he winked. “Now get outta here, it’s late.”
You nodded, still in shock. Toji walked you to the door, making sure you got to your car safely, and you drove off.
Little did you know, Toji didn’t have to bring a date at all. He was well known for banging anything that moved, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he showed up with zero women and left with at least three. That being said, he couldn’t deny himself the option of seeing your figure wrapped in a tight little dress.
He wasn’t sure when his fixation with you had developed, but he knew for sure that he wanted you in his bed. Somewhere deep down, he also knew there was more to it than that. The hidden part of him wanted to take care of you. He wanted to repay you for all you had done for him, for his son. His overprotective attitude towards you came as a surprise to himself. Maybe it was how patient you were with both him and Megumi, maybe it was the gentle way you talked with him, or the kindness in your eyes. Maybe it was that body of yours, so small in comparison to his; the body he so desperately wanted to ruin with his dick. He groaned at the thought, palming himself through his pants. He pictured you in a skimpy dress, breasts nearly spilling out the top and your ass peeking through the bottom.
“Fuck…” he grunted.
That night, he decided he wasn’t stopping until you belonged to him.
“T-Toji,” you moaned, his lips leaving a trail of darkened marks in his wake. He lifted his knee up between your legs, your dress riding up considerably. He took that as an opportunity to grab your ass and squeeze, causing you to whine sharply.
“What did I say?” His hand wrapped around your throat. Your vision darkened; you could still breathe, but the lack of oxygen sent pleasure signals to your brain that made it hard to focus on anything.
“I told you to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for me? If you can’t, I’m gonna have to take my leg away.”
You nodded furiously, or with as much mobility as your choked neck would allow. He bared his teeth in an animalistic show of satisfaction, digging his fingers into your hips—deep enough to bruise—and forcing you to grind on him. You pushed down the moans building up in your throat, eyes heavily lidded. Toji watched you, that hungry look never leaving his face. Your core tightened, and you felt your arousal soak through your underwear and onto his suit pants.
“Your pants…” You looked down, worried.
“Don’t worry about it, baby,” he reassured you. “These are nothing. I like to see that pretty face when I get you off. It’s more than worth a fuckin’ pair of slacks. But, if it worries you that much…”
As soon as his leg was lowered, he shoved a finger inside your pussy, pumping into you aggressively, before almost immediately adding a second. He scissored his digits deep inside you, stretching you out. You mewled and whined, tears forming in your eyes at the abrupt change of pace.
“Good, baby, good. So perfect… all for me,” his breath warm on your ear. Your cheeks were flushed red. You were sweating and crying and panting, and he hadn’t even taken his dick out.
As promised, a car pulled up in front of your apartment complex at 7:00 pm sharp. You nervously walked to open the door, but to your surprise, a driver got out of the front seat and insisted he do it for you.
The view inside the car was a sight to behold. Toji was dressed in black suit pants, and a black belt kept his silky, maroon collared shirt tucked. The buttons undone were dangerously low, revealing the expanse of scarred flesh beneath the fabric. You thought you saw a bit of a tattoo poking out from the right side.
“What’dya know… we’re matching,” Toji chuckled. He was right. You wore a scanty black dress and maroon stilettos, though you were sure Toji would continue to tower over you with or without them on. His eyes shamelessly wandered down your body, eyeing your chest and your hips. You did as he had told you; your dress was tight-fitted and low cut.
“I see you followed the dress code… quite nicely.”
“I didn’t want to disappoint,” you spoke quietly.
He patted the seat next to him, and you carefully climbed into the car. The door was shut behind you, and ask the driver walked to his side, Toji leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“You could never disappoint.”
Dinner flew by. You shook hands with countless people you knew you would never see again, plastered a polite smile on your face, and made it through the meal. Toji promised you could leave whenever you wanted following the food, but you rested against a wall and you watched people mingle. Toji himself walked over, standing next to you.
“I see why you always come home so exhausted,” you remarked, not bothering to look over at him.
“Uh…” he laughed, as though sharing a private joke with himself. “Yeah.”
“You wanna get out of here soon?” You piqued.
“Hmm… what do you say we get our money’s worth—or at least, my money’s worth? This invitation wasn’t cheap, you know.”
“Why’d you bother coming, then?”
He shrugged.
“My job. I gotta do what I gotta do.” His eyes darkened for a second, but he quickly turned back to you.
“Come with me. I know where they keep the alcohol.”
When your driver arrived, you and Toji were both messes in your own right. You didn’t know how many champagne flutes the two of you drank, but you could be certain that he must’ve had at least double your amount.
“Holy fuck,” you stumbled. “I’m so drunk, Toji!” You giggled, and he grabbed your arm to keep you from tripping over your heels.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he leaned in close. “But so am I.”
You both laughed, his broad grin splitting his scar in two. He was handsome when he was happy.
The dynamic between the two of you almost immediately changed, however. Toji always maintained his distance when he was with you, politely far when talking in his house, or walking you to your car. Even when you did stay late, your conversations were never impolite. In fact, you made each other laugh quite often. It was the same when leaving the party, but something about the darkness of the car and the proximity between the two of you…
“(y/n).” Toji’s voice was low, lacking any of the mirth that was in it before. You turned your head to meet his gaze. He was eyeing you hungrily, like you were some sort of prey he was about to pounce on. You crossed your legs, praying for some form of friction to relieve the small tickle between your legs.
“Toji.”
He stared at your lips, yearning to close the gap.
“Toji…” you repeated. He caught your eye.
“I want you,” he mumbled.
“Huh?” Oh, he had to be drunk.
“I want you, (y/n). Fuck, I want you so bad. Come back home with me. Let me make you feel good.”
You gaped at him.
“You want… you want me?”
He turned away, clenching his jaw.
“I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from ripping that fucking dress off your body and taking you right here.”
You didn’t speak. Never in a million years did you expect this from him. You always felt overlooked; you may have been pretty, but you weren’t pretty enough for him. You had seen some of the women he had brought home, whether on purpose or not. Did he really want you that badly? You eyed his posture. His hands were folded in his lap, scarred knuckles white. He wasn’t kidding.
“Take me back to yours,” you demanded, your voice surprisingly calm. His scarred lips turned up at the corner.
“Good girl.”
After you got into the house, he was immediately on you. You were still drunk, hell, you needed it for the confidence, but not drunk enough to forget anything. You wanted to remember this.
Toji did too.
“Toji, I…”
“What’s wrong, baby? Hm? Tell me, what do you want?” He coaxed, his fingers thrusting languidly in and out of your pussy.
“Fuck… I want you… I need you, Toji. Please… hng… p-please—!” You were reaching your climax faster than you thought you would.
“That’s my pretty baby… good. Let me see that face when you cum. Look at me. Come on, baby. Cum for me, cum for daddy.”
The tension snapped, and your vision went white with pleasure. Toji’s hand covered your mouth to muffle the lewd moans spilling past your lips.
“Such a good girl… I’m so proud of you, baby. You can take more, right? I know you can take more.”
“Yes, daddy.” His lips curled at the way you addressed him.
“You make that sound so sexy, baby. Say it again.”
“D-Daddy, I want you. Please, I want you in me,” you pleaded.
“You know I want you too, baby, but you gotta beg a little more than that,” he teased, eyes glinting with a sort of masochistic look. “I want you to cry for this dick. I want you on your hands and knees, telling me you can’t live without it. I want you to say that this cock is what gives your life meaning. Beg for me, pretty girl. If you need it so bad, show me.”
You shook with his words, arousal pooling between your thighs and dripping down your leg. This didn’t go unnoticed by Toji, who grinned wolfishly.
“You like that, huh? My pretty baby likes to be talked down to?” You didn’t answer, instead blinking up at him with wide eyes.
“You’re making this harder for me, you know that? You keep looking at me like that, and I’m not gonna be able to wait. I’m gonna fuck your tight little hole until you forget your own name. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like if the only things you could say were ‘yes’ and ‘daddy.’ My dumb little whore…” He chuckled darkly. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless.”
“Please,” your voice was barely above a whisper. “Please, daddy, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me, Toji, please, pleasepleaseplease… I’m fucking begging you, I need you, I need you right now, I need you inside of me…”
“More,” he spoke coldly. He pushed on your shoulder, and you fell to the ground. You were breathless, gazing up at him, so massive, so far above you.
“Toji please,” the words fell off your tongue without a thought. “Fuck, daddy, I need you. Without your dick I’m nothing, please give it to me. I promise I’ll be good for you, I’ll be a good girl… please, Toji, I can’t take it anymore! I need it now, I’m begging you!” You felt tears on your cheeks. In the midst of your desperation, you had begun to cry.
Toji liked this. It was taking every bit of self-restraint he had not to fuck you right there. You looked absolutely pathetic, sobbing at his feet. Begging for him to fuck you. His dick was impossibly hard. He refused to admit it, but he needed you just as badly as you did him.
“Hm…” he mused, resting his hands on his knees and bending at the hip. His scrutiny had you shrinking towards the floor. “I think that’s enough. I swear, I’ll take you to heaven and back, but I can’t promise I’ll be an angel when I handle you.”
“Toji-i…” you moaned, your hand finding your sopping heat between your legs.
“Poor baby… you don’t have to touch yourself,” he cooed. “Let me take care of you, okay?”
For some reason, his declaration only turned you on more. His back-and-forth between making you feel small and then promising you the world was confusing, but you liked it.
Toji scooped you into his arms and lifted you to his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you. He threw you onto the bed, and you scrambled to hold yourself upright by the backs of your forearms.
“Let’s take care of this.”
He grabbed your dress in to hands and completely tearing it in half. Before you could offer a rebuttal, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it to the floor.
“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one, okay?”
“Okay.”
He pried his own shirt off, not bothering to even undo the buttons. You watched in amazement as his gorgeous, sculpted chest was revealed to you. He did have a tattoo, a big one that covered the entirety of his left pectoral.
He climbed on top of you, ripping your bra off and sucking harshly at your chest. He pinched your nipples and ground his bulge roughly against your pussy.
“Take it out,” you breathed. He raised his head.
“Let me suck it,” you pleased.
“If that’s want you want,” he bit down on your tits, leaving teeth-marks in your soft skin.
He undid his belt, unbuttoning his slacks and kicking them off his legs. His boxers came next, their removal causing his cock to slap against his abdomen.
“Fuck,” you whispered. It was huge, bigger than you expected, with a thick vein traveling from the base to the tip.
“You want it?” He held it in one of his equally massive hands. Everything about him was oversized.
“Yeah,” you sat up on your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed.
“Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do,” he teased your lips. You licked a stripe up the side of it, maintaining eye contact, before taking half of it in your mouth. It was big—too big. You relaxed your throat, eyes watering.
“Fuck, baby, that’s good. Suck on it like that. Good girl.”
You forced yourself to take it deeper, eager to please him. He threaded a hand through your hair and slowly thrusted into your mouth. You gagged as he sped up. His breaths came in short bursts, and you felt him get even harder on your tongue.
Suddenly, he pushed your head back, away from his cock.
“Sorry baby, you just feel too good. I wanna last for you, okay?” You nodded.
“Lay back.” You did as he ordered, laying down and looking at him with doe eyes.
He fucked himself into his hand for a second, just staring at you and your naked body. You watched as the shaft moved in and out, in and out…
“T-Toji…” you whimpered. “That thing’s gonna split me in half.”
He grinned, situating himself over you and prodding at your folds with the head of his dick. Your breath hitched.
“Perfect.”
“Fuck…” you mumbled, staring at the shocking size and girth of his cock, stretching out your hole so gingerly. He pressed it more firmly against you, and you felt the tip of it slide inside just slightly. You were impossibly tight around him, and he hissed.
“Hng… Toji…” you moaned, moving your hips against him.
“I thought—“ He cut himself off, grunting as he slowly thrusted himself a little deeper. The head was just barely inside, but fuck did it feel good. “I thought you were scared of being split in half?”
You gazed at him with teasing eyes, your fear almost gone. A small part of you was worried, but the potential pleasure drowned it out in a symphony of longing.
“Mm-mm,” you shook your head. “I want it all.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” He warned, his forest-green eyes trained on yours. “If you say yes, I might break you.”
“Then do it.”
“That’s my girl.”
He bucked his hips forward, and you almost screamed at the feeling of him bottoming out inside you. In one thrust, he was balls deep in your pussy. You clenched tightly around him. He panted, lifting your legs to rest on either shoulder.
“I’m not goin’ easy on you.”
“Just fuck me, Toji,” you ignored him, desperate for any kind of movement. He slammed into you, his hips smacking against your ass with a small clap.
He continued this brutal pace, fucking your like a man starved, as if he was going to die if he didn’t fill you as deeply as he possibly could.
You were unable to move, body limp as he fucked you within an inch of your life. You couldn’t tell how many times you came. It didn’t matter—he didn’t ever stop. After a particularly long orgasm, he pulled out, flipping you on your stomach and pulling your ass up into the air.
He sank his dick back inside you, and the guttural noise that fell from his lips almost made you finish on the spot.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I knew you’d look pretty getting fucked. You wanted this too, didn’t you? I saw it in your fucking eyes. You were asking—begging to be railed like the slut you are. Anyone ever make you feel this good before, baby? Huh? You ever been fucked like this?”
“N-No-o,” you choked out, his cock ramming into you at an alarming rate.
“Of course you haven’t. God, this pussy is so fucking tight. You feel fuckin’ amazing, baby, you’re taking me so fucking well. Ahh… fuck, so good for me. Come on, move those hips. You can handle it.”
“I c-can handle i-it,” you gasped for air, clawing at the sheets.
He smacked your ass, the noise echoing in the large room.
“Look at that… this fucking view… I wanna see this every fucking day. I want you ass up for me when I get home, I don’t fucking care what time it is. I’ll fuck you to sleep, baby. I’ll fuck you until you forget your fucking name. What’s your name, huh?”
You couldn’t even think, much less talk, and your lack of a response made him laugh darkly.
“Already? God, you’re so fucked out. You still remember my name, though, don’t you? I fuckin’ know you do.”
“T… Toji…” you slurred.
“That’s right baby,” he groaned, his dick bruising your cervix. “That’s right, say my name. Fucking moan my name, baby, I want everyone to hear you.”
“Toji… To… Toji… fuck Toji, oh my god, fuck, fuck!”
“Cum for me, (y/n). Say my name when you finish on my cock.”
“I’m gonna… I’m g… hng, fuck, Toji… Toji-i!”
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, I’m close,” he breathed heavily. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum soon… I’m gonna cum all over you.”
He pulled out for the third time that night and flipped you over again. You could barely move, barely breathe.
When he reinserted himself, you almost thought you were going to split in half, just like you’d feared before.
“Toji, Toji I can’t… I can’t, fuck!” You wailed, his large hand pinning your arms above your head.
“Fucking take it, baby, take my dick. I don’t fucking care, you can do it.”
You were crying out from the overstimulation, the pain and the pleasure mixing into something that had tears leaking from your eyes and drool dripping down your chin. Toji jammed his tongue in your mouth, the two of you kissing desperately. Your lips were parted, breathing heavily while your tongues collided again and again.
“I’m gonna cum,” he rasped, pumping once, twice, three times.
He pulled out for the last time and came all over your chest, some splattering on your face and into your mouth. His chest was rising and falling with his shallow breaths. He admired the way you were completely glazed in his cum with a sly smile.
“Looking at you like this makes me wanna fuck you all over again,” he smirked tiredly. “You’re lucky you wore me out, sweetheart.”
“I’m gonna pass out,” you murmured faintly.
“No you won’t,” Toji frowned, standing to grab the towel next to his bed.
“Here, let’s clean you up.”
“Toji?” You asked.
“Mm?”
“Did you mean what you said before? About wanting to fuck me every night?”
“I… yeah.” He sighed. “I’d fuck you all day, if I could.”
Your heart pounded.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” You questioned tentatively.
His eyes widened, then glinted with that same danger you always saw in them.
“You.”