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“Baby doll,” the harsh whisper against your ear makes you jolt up from your sleep, almost knocking heads with Toji before he can back up.
“Someone’s jumpy, eh?” He smirks, planting a kiss on the side of your head. “What time is it?” You groan, groping around the couch for your phone, groggy. You know it's a shit hour, since your bartending shift left you coming home at 3 am, so tired you passed out on the couch. You’re still in your work clothes, tight black jeans, and a cropped black and grey sweater. Toji must have just gotten back into town, having been gone the last few weeks for work.
Instead of an answer, strong arms help you up from the couch. “Come on, let's shower,” he says, voice suggestive, heavy with implication. The only good thing about Toji being gone so frequently is the reunion sex--hard and passionate, always leaving you both breathless. Your heart thrums in your ears as you make your way down the hallway toward the bathroom.
Megumi is at Yuji’s for the night, but you can't help but pause outside his door, listening for his steady breathing and soft snores. “He's not home, babydoll. Just you and me for another couple hours,” Toji assures you, voice husky against your ear. He embraces you, planting thick kisses down your neck, along your clavicle. His strong, vascular hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass.
A moan escapes your lips as he works you, your own hands grabbing his firm ass, trying to pull him further into you. He shoves you up against the wall of the hallway, parting your knees with one of his own and resting his muscular thigh against your aching clit. “ Toji,” you sigh, grinding against it as he begins tearing your top off, revealing the delicate lace of the black bra beneath.
“Mm, naughty girl, who you wearing this for?” He asks possessively, unhooking it with a practiced speed. You let out a throaty chuckle against his lips. “It's all for you, baby,” you tease, shimmying free from the oppressive garment, heavy, pierced breasts jiggling as they fill the space between you. He pauses to admire your form, like it's his first time seeing you half-dressed; green eyes dancing, full of lust as his lips fall back onto your mouth, pushing you further into the textured wall behind you.
“Fuck. You miss me? You miss your Daddy, baby?” He moans, biting your neck, the fingers of his right hand flicking the hoop piercing in your right nipple as his left undoes the fly of your jeans. You stop, suddenly serious, shooting daggers down at him. “Toji, don't do that ‘daddy’ shit with me. I've told you--”
A gentle slap to your ass shuts you up. “You know you love it, mama,” he chides, the cocky smirk on his lips amplified by the scar running down it. His lips curl around your taut nipple, tongue tracing small circles over it. You do not love it. You still called your father “Daddy” for fuck’s sake. No way you’d call your boyfriend that, especially not during sex.
“Toji,” you begin, trying to keep your tone serious as he sucks your other, neglected nipple into his mouth and flicks it with precision.
“Daddy,” he corrects you, biting your breast, hard enough to hurt, but not enough to bruise.
“I'm serious, cut it out. You can't force me to call you that,” you say sternly, holding him at arm's length. He pauses, his eyes flicking up to yours before he rises to his full height. “Wanna bet?” He says, tone deep and honeyed as he stares you down.
Before you can reply, you're over his shoulder, staring straight into the thin material of his compression shirt, your world literally turned upside down. His massive hand slaps your ass, hard, and you groan involuntarily, relishing the pain. He turns right instead of left at the end of the hall, carrying you straight into the bedroom. “What happened to the shower?” You yelp, playing dumb. “Fuck the shower,” he replies, slapping your ass again, harder this time. “I’ve gotta teach you a lesson.”
He tosses you on the crumpled sheets of the king-sized bed, as if you weigh nothing and you can’t help but squeal, your body bouncing on the plush mattress.
Before you can say anything, he's on you, caging you beneath him. “If I get too rough, let me know, doll,” he says softly in your ear, nipping the lobe. “It's been too damn long, don't think I can control myself.” You giggle, turning to grab his lips with yours, but he pulls away before you can. “Only good girls get kisses,” he teases, kneeling before you to tug your jeans off. Your panties go with them, leaving you naked, pussy dripping from his ministrations in the hallway. “Brats like you get a fuckin’ attitude adjustment.”
“Oooh, I'm sooooo scared.” You roll your eyes and shoot him a devious smirk of your own. He’s still kneeling off the bed, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders and spreading your thighs apart, fingers digging into the soft muscles.
His mouth is on you then, tongue lapping greedily at your core, licking from your entrance to the tip of your clit. You moan, bucking your hips against his handsome face. He grips your waist tightly, encouraging you to fuck his face while he sucks on your clit desperately, lips enveloping it. He's like a fucking surgeon with his tongue, hitting the right spot every time.“Baby,” you sigh, back arching off the bed, euphoric. He stops just as quickly as he began, pulling his face just out of your reach.
You groan, annoyed at the sudden loss of his spectacular tongue. “Why'd you stop?”
His green eyes flicker to yours. “Say it, and I'll keep going,” he says, hands still gripping your hips. You throw your arm over your eyes in exasperation. He's seriously not going to drop it. This fucking guy. He kisses your thighs, biting and sucking the flesh tantalizingly, making your brain fuzzy, eyes shut tight in pleasure. He comes close to your pussy again, but pulls away, blowing cold air against your hardened clit.
You groan in frustration, bucking at nothing, clit throbbing painfully. “Say it,” he sing-songs, reaching up to tug the ring hanging from your nipple. You let out another moan, more in annoyance than anything. “I’m not going to call you that,” you say through gritted teeth.
He shrugs. “Have it your way.” He stops completely, moving like he’s going to stand up.
“Wait!” You call to him, putting on your best pleading face. He looks at you curiously, still tucked between your legs.
“Please, keep going,” you beg, desperate, and he obliges, kneeling back down and taking you back into his mouth hungrily. He goes for what feels like hours, edging you with his mouth. His tongue laps your clit while his thick fingers pulse in and out of you steadily. He never lets you cum, though, just as happy to get you to your peak and then back all the way off for a few seconds. All you can do is whine and pant pathetically on the bed, your brain mushy. This yo-yo-ing is getting to be too much, though as you reach close to your peak once more, only to be disappointed when he pulls away. You throw a pillow over your face to hide your pout, frustrated.
“Do you need something, princess?” he asks from between your knees, teasing kisses on the insides of your thighs.
“To cum, baby,” you whine from beneath the pillow, pressing it against your face. He bites your thigh, hard, and you cry out. “If you wanna cum, you know the magic word,” he hums. Your resolve is broken, too horny to care anymore. If it’ll get him to finally let you finish, you’ll swallow your pride and say it, just this once.
“Daddy! I wanna cum, Daddy,” you finally acquiesce, throwing the pillow down at him in defeat. He catches it, tossing it to the floor with one hand. Your clit is throbbing at this point, you're soaked, Toji’s face is soaked. You want nothing more than to finish and fall asleep tucked beside his muscular form.
Instead of diving back down to finish you with his wicked tongue, he rises, leaning over you, deep green eyes meeting your blown-out pupils. “Aw, doll, why didn't you just say so?” His mouth is shiny with your slick, and when his lips finally meet yours you taste yourself on him, tangy. “You ready to behave yourself?” he murmurs, caging you beneath him. You can feel his throbbing erection through his sweats, weighty against your inner thigh. “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl. Just please, let me cum,” you whine, trying to grind against him. “Oh baby, you know I love making you cum. Glad you decided to cooperate.” You finally catch his mouth with yours, helping him undress quickly.
He teases you with the broad tip of his sizable erection, eliciting a deep moan from you. You ache for him, wanting to feel the way he fills you completely. Like he was made just for you. He grunts as he pushes himself in to the hilt, hitting your cervix as he pumps in and out, fast and rough, the way you love it. He doesn't let you adjust to his size, but you're so wet it doesn't matter. He throws your legs over his shoulders, kneeling as he fucks into you, hugging your thighs against his torso. “Good girl. Fuck, you look so pretty taking it. You like that?” He practically growls. You push up onto your elbows, watching as he stretches you, pounding in and out like his life depends on it.
“Yes,” you sigh, relieved to finally have him fill you, and he slaps you across the face, harder than before. “Yes, what, princess?” “Yes, Daddy,” you cry out, and he slaps you again, this time gripping your cheeks tightly, forcing your lips to pucker open, pulling you closer to him. He spits a thick glob of saliva into your mouth, landing on the back of your throat. “Swallow that,” he commands, not easing his grip. You obey, swallowing him without complaint, big doe eyes locked on his, challenging him for more. His cock throbs inside you, making you clench around him in response.
“Thank you, Daddy,” you mumble through puckered lips. His eyes glow, watching you beneath him. “You're such a good girl now, huh?” He asks, rubbing your clit lovingly, a reward. “Yes, Daddy,” you moan as he hits your G-spot over and over again. The hand on your clit moves faster, making your hips jerk, desperate for more. “ F-Fuck, please,” you beg, raking nimble fingers through his dark mop of hair, pushing it out of his eyes.
You're almost there, finally, after endless edging, and he can tell. Your moans are breathy, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your back arched at an impossible angle, fingers gripping his hair so hard it's almost painful. He's close too, watching you beg and squirm beneath him. He hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you and your fingers release his hair, gripping the cream-colored sheets as you fall back fully. “Fuck, please, give it to me,” you cry, rolling your hips desperately. “Want your cum inside, baby, please.” You’re begging without even thinking, completely fucked out.
Suddenly, he fucks you slower, seemingly contemplating something as he studies you writhing beneath him. His eyes are mischievous, but you don't care, whatever he wants you'll gladly give him if he'll just let you cum. He bends down then, thrusting slowly and rhythmically as he moans in your ear, “Yeah, want me to fill you up, doll? Make you a mama for real?”
“Please, fuck, please,” you moan back, his cock hitting that spongy spot inside you so well you can’t feel anything else. He chuckles in your ear, snapping his hips harder into you as you cry out. The neighbors were definitely going to file a noise complaint, you just know it.
“I'm gonna fuck a baby into you,” Toji mumbles in your ear, his voice thick. You think he's just talking dirty, and you're game. “Do it, motherfucker,” you moan back, nipping his earlobe. You tighten up around him, signaling your impending climax, and he feels like he’s going to lose it.
Without warning, he flips you onto your tummy, grabbing a fistful of your hair to tug your face off the pillow. “You're gonna look so pretty, all fat and pregnant,” he breathes, slapping your ass with his free hand. You cry out, gripping the sheets, knuckles white. Your vision blurs as Toji pounds into you, your insides absolutely bullied. You know he's saying something filthy, but you can't hear him over your own cries of pleasure.“I'm gonna cum,” you cry out, quickly tacking on a “daddy” at the end of it. He smacks your ass again, anyway, punishing you for the delay.
“Cum for Daddy, baby, fuck, cum for me.”
As if on cue, you feel yourself let go, trying to breathe through your orgasm. At the same time, Toji grunts, letting out a thick huff of air as he reaches his own climax. His pullout game is typically immaculate so you think nothing of it as he continues pumping into you. You wait to feel him spurt onto your back or your ass, but instead, you feel him seeping into you, thrusting lazily, pushing himself deep into you. You try to pull away from him, but he’s too heavy, resting his weight atop you as he finishes.
“Toji, what the fuck!” you hiss, trying to push him off of you, to no avail. The man is jacked, built from decades of martial arts and hard physical labor. You meanwhile, barely make it to kickboxing classes twice a week. You're no match for his strength, even now, when he's fucked-out, panting hard over you.
“I told you I was gonna fuck a baby into you.” He says breathlessly, carefully slipping out of you once he's satisfied you've had enough, moving off you to retrieve a shirt from the floor. He cleans himself off first, catching a thread of cum before it falls into the rug. He hands you the shirt and you snatch it to wipe yourself, trying to catch his load with the shirt before it drips on the bed.
“I didn't think you were serious! You know I'm not on birth control,” you gripe, shuffling off the bed to run to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, you do your best to clean up, cursing as your fingers dig ropes of cum from deep inside your core. “You said ‘do it, motherfucker’!” He calls after you, mimicking your voice.
You love Toji, but a baby is something neither of you had considered, especially not when he’s 10 years your senior. There was no way he had the energy to keep up with an infant, and you’d be damned if he left the responsibility to you. Plus, there was still so much you wanted to do--travel, buy a house, shit, maybe even get your graduate degree. Things you couldn’t do with a baby hanging from your hip.
Plus, Megumi is 15 now, almost grown and out of the house. How would he feel having a sibling so much younger than him?
Still, you can’t help but picture it as you wash yourself in the shower. What would your baby look like? Would Toji be a doting dad? You imagine yourself barefoot and pregnant, begging Toji to attend to your weird cravings. What would you even look like pregnant? The thought is intrusive, and curiosity takes over. You stick your belly out to resemble a pregnant pouch and examine yourself. Cute, you think to yourself.
Before you can straighten up, Toji joins you in the shower. “It's so fucking hot, you tryin’ to burn the place down?” He asks as he steps into the shower behind you. His eyes go wide, then narrow in amusement when he catches you daydreaming. Caught, you blush and stand up straight, your belly returning to normal.
“What?” You sneer at him, turning to face the spray of the shower head. “See, I knew you wanted my baby. Look at you, fantasizing and shit,” he chortles, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him, resting his chin on the crown of your wet hair.
“You're not funny,” You groan, trying to pull away from him, but he holds you there.
“I don't know, you seemed pretty entertained back there, doll.” He parrots your dirty talk, voice high to mimic your high pitch. He imitates your moans and sighs, his hands grabby as he teases you. You flush, fully irritated.
“Knock it off, fuckhead!” You push his hands off your body, but he just pulls you against him again. “I’m just playing. You know I love you, baby” he says, voice tender as he pecks your cheek, water pelting him in the face. “Lemme show you how much.”
He cups the puffy flesh between your legs affectionately, catching you by surprise. He kisses your neck, one hand cupping a breast as his other flicks lazily against your still-sensitive clit. “I hate you,” you coo, sighing as you melt back against his broad chest.
“I love you,” he repeats, sliding his thick fingers inside your abused sex, making your legs weak beneath you.
“I love you too,” you finally mumble back, irritation subsiding as you cum once more around his slick digits. “Atta girl,” he mumbles against your ear, pulling his hand from between your legs and licking himself clean. Your knees buckle at the loss of him, but he catches you, strong arms around your waist once more.
“We’ll get a Plan B in the morning,” he says, passing you your shampoo. “Good,” you reply, kissing his lips.
Crawling into bed, clad in Toji’s big shirt and boxers, you feel exhausted. It’s not long before Toji joins you, not bothering to dress himself as he wraps himself around you, his big hand cupping your breast as he holds you against him.
“I missed you, by the way,” he says softly. “In case you couldn’t tell.” He presses a kiss into your hair.
“I missed you more,” you reply, squeezing his forearm absentmindedly. The sound of your mixed deep breaths lulls you to sleep just as sunlight filters in through the sheer curtains of your bedroom window.
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The next afternoon, Megumi returns from Yuji's, surprised to see Toji sprawled on the couch next to you. “Hey, old man,” he greets casually, dropping his overnight bag at the entrance and offering a fist bump, which Toji returns. Megumi leans over to hug you. “You didn’t tell me he was back,” he says, half playful, half accusing.
“Got in late, kid. Sun was almost up,” Toji replies, flipping through channels to change the reality show you’d been forcing him to watch.
Megumi hums, settling into the armchair beside you. He tries to ask about his dad’s work, but Toji is as elusive as ever. “Work is work, kid. You’ll understand when you’re my age,” he replies wearily.
Sensing this isn’t going anywhere, you shift the conversation to Megumi’s sleepover at Yuji's. Apparently, his brother is home for winter break and spent time playing video games with the younger teens. “Oh, and his grandad asked if you could handle pickup this week,” Megumi tacks on at the end, and you groan. You were supposed to be closing this week, meaning it’d be hard to get the boys and then drive all the way downtown.
“I’ll handle it, doll. I’ll be home all week,” Toji chimes in.
You and Megumi exchange glances, surprised. “You will?” He never volunteers for school pickups, ever.
Toji’s gaze shifts to you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah. Gotta make an appearance now and then. Don’t want the old man thinking you’re single and gettin’ any ideas.” You playfully shove him. Yuji’s grandpa is sweet but not your type—short, balding, and old enough to be your grandparent. Still, he’s always happy to let Megumi crash at their place when you’re working late, and in return, you cook family-style dinners for them when you can.
“Thanks, baby. I need to get ready for work, you two have fun,” you say, gesturing to the bland action movie on TV as you start your routine. Toji's hand wraps around your wrist, gentle yet insistent. “Call out tonight,” he urges, his eyes pleading.
You lean down to kiss him, earning an exaggerated grimace from Megumi. “I can’t. Nanami would kill me if I called out on a Saturday. But I’ll try to swap some shifts during the week, I promise.” You free yourself from his grasp, and he watches you with a satisfied hum, eyes following the sway of your hips as you walk away.
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Toji drives you to work that night, given that you only have one car between you—a well-loved '98 Honda Civic. “I’ll grab a ride back, baby. See you later,” you say, leaning in for a kiss in the parking lot of the popular dive bar downtown. “Call me if you change your mind, doll. I’ll be up anyway.”
You kiss him one last time before exiting the Civic, waving as you walk away. “Love you!”
“Love you too. Get inside—don’t wanna keep Nanami waiting,” he replies sarcastically through the open window, earning him a playful middle finger from you. Across the lot, you spot Suguru, the assistant manager, making his way toward the employee entrance. You exchange waves as Toji peels away, heavy metal blasting as he speeds off.
“Ah, I see Donkey Kong's back in town?” Suguru remarks with thinly veiled disdain as you reach the entrance, sharing a side hug. You bump him with your hip.
“He got in this morning. Be nice, Suguru!” you tease, watching the tall man huff, his bangs flapping as he opens the door for you. “What do you see in that guy?”
As you step inside, some EDM song plays over the bar’s speakers. Ino, your co-bartender for the evening, is already there, polishing glasses in time with the music. “Yo,” he calls, waving the rag in greeting. You wave back, stowing your things in the lockers in the back office. Suguru follows behind you to handle the pre-shift accounting before Nanami arrives.
Your shift flies by as you tackle opening duties and serve a steady stream of customers late into the night, you and Ino working seamlessly together, cracking jokes and gossiping throughout. Before you know it, it’s last call; your feet ache, but the number on your tip report makes it all worthwhile.
“Looks like you made good money tonight,” Nanami comments, glancing over your report while mentally double-checking the calculations. He leans casually over the bar, his tight black button-up sleeves rolled up, revealing muscular forearms.
“Damn right. The last few hours were killer,” you reply, sinking back into your barstool, your arm draped over the narrow wooden back. He flashes you an amused grin, his tired eyes peeking up at you through his round glasses. Beside you, Suguru finishes Ino’s report while Ino wraps up his last bit of side work. “You guys make our jobs so easy; I love it,” Suguru sighs, signing off and counting out Ino's portion of cash tips.
“Side work done?” Nanami asks, handing you a decent stack of cash. “You already know,” you reply with a smile, taking the money and counting it yourself—$350, not including the credit card tips that will boost your paycheck next week. That definitely eases the sting of giving up your shifts next week. Suguru had insisted he needed you, but Nanami saved the day, agreeing to redistribute your shifts among the other bartenders. “Belated Christmas gift; you’re welcome,” he deadpanned as he texted the group chat with the new schedule.
“Let’s get the hell outta here,” Ino says, coming around the bar to tuck his cash into his wallet, finally done with his side work.
Nanami and Suguru nod in agreement, finishing up their managerial tasks. Thankfully, Suguru has already offered you a ride home, so you wait while he locks up for the night. The four of you walk to your cars, exchanging goodnights.
The drive to your place is pleasant, filled with a comforting silence and soft alternative music playing in the background. You drift off, waking only when Suguru chirps, “We’re here. Get inside quick before DK comes out and throws a barrel at me or something.”
You playfully nudge him. “Stop it! Thanks for the ride, babes, and drive safe.” Leaning over the console, you hug him goodbye, and he returns the gesture, wrapping a long, toned arm around your shoulders. “Goodnight, kid, call me if you need anything. You know Satoru and I would be glad to have you if you need a break,” he says as you step out of the Volvo.
“Goodnight, Suguru!” you say pointedly, walking up to your apartment. He waits until you’re safely inside before driving off, ever the gentleman. Suguru and his partner, Satoru, have always disapproved of your relationship with Toji, for reasons you've never cared to learn. They couldn't seem to understand that Toji loved you, made you feel safe and wanted.
Inside, Toji is sprawled out on the couch in the dark, long legs stretched across the cushions, his head on the opposite armrest, facing the door. His breathing is steady, and in the filtered moonlight, you see his eyes are closed, mouth slightly parted as he snoozes.
As you approach, you notice his phone resting face down on his bare chest. He was waiting for me to call, you realize, your heart melting as you gently shake him awake. How could Suguru not see how much this man really loved you?
“Hey, doll. You made it,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep as his eyes flutter open at your touch. “Yeah, Suguru gave me a ride home.”
“Hm, how’s that motherfucker?” Toji asks, sitting up. The dislike is mutual, apparently.
“He’s good. He sends his love,” You lie, lowering yourself onto his lap, straddling his waist, and pulling him in for a kiss. “You ready for bed?” you whisper between kisses.
Instead of answering, he's up in a flash, carrying you into the bedroom, your arms around his neck, legs wrapped around his narrow waist, his strong arms gripping your thighs as he carries you like you weigh nothing. You kiss his neck, up to his ear, biting the lobe “I gotta shower first baby, I smell like a distillery,” you mumble in his ear, trying to keep your voice down for sleeping Megumi's sake. “I’ll join you,” he says, pivoting left to carry you into the bathroom instead of the bedroom.
He sets you on the counter gently, closing the door behind him and locking it. As soon as he does, he's on you, mouth crashing against yours so quickly it makes your head spin. You let out a little gasp, and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, dominating yours as his fingers work the fly on your jeans.
You undress each other and find that Toji's already hard from the minimal foreplay, his dick slapping against his abdomen when you pull his joggers off of him. “Someone missed me,” you laugh, taking him into your hand, unable to close your fist around his girth as you stroke him. “I missed you, alright. Missed that pretty mouth,” he says, running a calloused thumb over your plump lips.
“Let's fix that,” you say, jumping off the counter to kneel before him. You move him so that his bare ass is against the counter for support. Taking him into your mouth, inch by agonizing inch, is always a little difficult, but his reaction is worth it. He moans as your tongue teases his slit, savoring the taste of his precum. “ Fuck,” he hisses, cupping your face in his hand as you hollow your cheeks around him, sucking what you can fit in your mouth and stroking the rest with two hands.
Your name tumbles from his lips as you bob back and forth on his member, taking him past your tonsils, and grabbing his ass to help get him deeper into your throat. Wanting payback for the torment of last night, you go slow, pulling him out all the way only to push him back down. Toji is impatient though, and soon he’s ramming his cock down your eager throat, your nails now digging into his muscled thighs as you try to breathe through your nose.
“You like that, baby?” He whispers harshly, goosebumps beginning to pimple his flesh beneath your hands. You hum in approval, gazing up at him adoringly through your thick lashes as he strokes your mouth. His lips are pressed together in his signature smirk, the scar giving it a slightly lopsided charm.
With heavy-lidded eyes locked on yours, he sends your heartbeat racing. You begin rubbing yourself with your two middle fingers, stroking your clit in quick circles as he watches, entranced by how well you take him, your big doe eyes staring up at him as tears run down your cheeks from the effort. Like you're just pleased as punch to be used like this. It might be his favorite thing about you, the way you’re always so proper and sweet around everyone else, but a filthy slut with him.
Just as you're hitting your limit, jaw aching, he pulls himself out of your mouth, your lips making a loud ‘pop’ around the head. He helps you to your feet, pulling you against him. “Start the water, baby,” he purrs, voice velvety against your ear as he grips your ass, guiding you over to the shower. You obey, turning the water on and letting it get warm before stepping in with him. He pushes you against the cold tiles, his tongue in your mouth, one hand on your hip, the other outstretched to support you against the shower wall. He hikes your leg up around his waist, pressing your sex against him and grinding against it, the friction driving you mad.
“Toji,” you sigh between open-mouth kisses, your hands in his wet hair, pushing it out of his face lovingly. “Touch yourself," he moans into your mouth, and you oblige, spreading yourself with your fingers before dipping two fingers into the slick, pumping in and out.
Toji breaks the kiss to watch, mesmerized by the way you look, “ Fuck, you're already so wet,” he moans quietly, kneeling before you so that his mouth is level with your pussy, fingers still inside. "I ain't even do nothing to you yet."
He drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, gripping it in place with his thick fingers. He looks up at you, opening his mouth wide in an obscene gesture, tongue stretched out. Reading his mind, you slide your fingers from your core and into his mouth, where he licks and sucks every bit of wetness from your digits. The sight is pornographic, only increasing your excitement for the main event. Teeth sink into your bottom lip, grinding it to keep from moaning.
“Fuckin’ heaven between those thighs, baby doll,” he moans around your fingers, before diving into your cunt, lapping the sopping folds, his tongue licking broad stripes. The sensation is overwhelming, prompting you to throw your head back against the tile wall with a thud!
Below you, Toji's throaty laugh sends vibrations up into you. “Don't go gettin' concussed now. I ain't done with you yet.”
And he is not done with you yet, eating you out like you're the sweetest mango he's ever had, making you orgasm in his tongue as the shower soaks you both. When he's had his fill, and you can barely stand, he turns you around, your front pressed against the tiles now.
He pulls your hips back a bit before teasing you with the tip of him, your pussy sopping wet with a mix of your cum and his saliva. “God, you're so good, baby. Pussy’s perfect, always ready for Daddy, huh?” His voice is like silk in your ear, scratching an itch in your brain that nothing else could ever reach.
“It's all yours, baby. I belong to you,” you sigh, bucking backward against him, desperate for him. “Goddamn right.” He slips inside you with a low groan, pumping in and out of you hard and fast as you bite down on your lip to keep from crying out. His arms are on either side of you, trapping you against the wall as he fucks you. You try to reach a hand between your legs to touch yourself, but he grabs it, holding it above your head. “Let me take care of you baby, I got an idea."
He tugs the showerhead wand from its cradle, adjusting the spray to the “massage” setting, a steady stream of water now pulsing out.
He positions the showerhead between your legs, the spray hitting your clit in a way that makes your head spin. Toji manages to hold it in place with one hand while the other grips your wrists above your head. You feel your orgasm building in your core, threatening to spill over at the new sensation.“I'm gonna cum, baby, please,” you pant out, becoming overwhelmed at the stimulation, your legs shaking like a newborn calf.
“Good girl, cum on it,” he coos, thrusting harder into you, the wet sounds of your bodies slapping together filling the room. Toji's close, you can tell by the way his head rests beside yours on the tile, his breath hot in your ear as he spits out the filthiest words you've ever heard, equal parts praise and degradation.
“Fuckin’ slutty little pussy, taking it so fuckin’ good. Anybody else fuck you like me, baby?” He grunts, drilling you against the wall. All you can do is shake your head. You're about to cum, the pressure from the showerhead pushing you over the edge, rendering your speech useless. That part of your brain has left the building, leaving behind the part that can only say, “ Fuck”, “ God ”, “Please,” in rapid succession.
“Gonna knock you up so no one else can have you. Gonna fuckin' fill this pussy up. You want that?” You nod dumbly, face smushed into the tile wall, eyes shut tight in pleasure as you cum, crying out louder than intended.
Toji slaps a hand over your mouth, and you feel him, cumming inside you with a low moan, hugging you against him with one arm as the other moves to hang the showerhead back, the water now cold against your skin.
It dawns on you after a moment, what he's just done. In a moment of clarity, you tug the showerhead back down between your legs, rushing to rinse him out of you. He watches you with a wolfish laugh as he tries to catch his breath. “I'm sorry baby, it was just too fuckin’ good, got carried away.” He tries to hug you into him but you avoid his grasp.
“We can’t keep doing this,” you grumble. “We have to be more careful.”
“Babydoll, I’m sorry. I can’t help what you do to me. You make me dumb." His thick fingers rub shampoo into your scalp tenderly, as you stubbornly face the showerhead, your back to him.
"I make you dumb?" You snipe, rinsing your hair without looking at him.
“Make me feel like I'm 16 again, gettin' laid for the first time.”
"Charming."
"You love me," he teases, pinching the fat of your ass. You smack his hand away. "Why are you so annoying?"
He laughs behind you, a low rumbling sound. "You're cute when you're mad." He wraps you in his arms and plants a kiss on the side of your head. "Let me make it up to you," he says softly.
He combs conditioner through your hair next, the sweet coconut scent permeating the steamy air around you, and for a moment you forget you're mad at him. Until he opens his big fat mouth again.
"What if we skip the Plan B this time, doll?"
Annoyed, you pull away to rinse off. "And what, have a baby? You were serious about--knocking me up?"
"Yeah, why not? We'd make cute babies," he says as if he's talking about something simple, like baking a cake or deciding what movie to watch instead of a huge responsibility. It irks you, the careless way he gives in to his most ridiculous whims. He's always been a gambler, and though he's toned it down since you've been together, it's obvious that the habit hasn't fully left him. Not with the way he gambles with you having his kid lately.
"Estas loco,” you mumble, pushing past him to grab a towel and step out of the shower, done with the conversation.
You’re not sure when Toji joins you in bed, but you eventually feel his strong arms wrap around you, his firm abdomen pressing against your back. “I love you,” he whispers in your ear apologetically, reaching you even through your haze of sleep.