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How could you be jealous of such an adorable little baby? Poor Megumi did nothing wrong. Hell, he couldn’t even speak yet. But every time your eyes met his, resentment flowed through your entire being. You are a grown woman; and you’re jealous of a sweet, innocent baby. If only your mother hadn’t met him. The lowly, sponging, single dad who landed himself conveniently in the welcoming bosom of your widowed mother. You don’t care what she does with her money. You don’t care about who she finds comfort with between her inviting legs. But you do care that Megumi is taking all of her attention from you.
You do care that Toji mocks you while she does it.
It’s not unusual for you to be pouting in your bedroom. You’re all dressed up with somewhere to go. Rebelling against your mother has never been a route you’ve considered in all of your years. It’s cliché. It’s dull. Exhausting. Conservatively is the way you’ve always opted to dress. It was foolish to challenge her on the matter, it is so much easier to go along to get along. Boys have never been on your radar. You know your mother will pick a perfect suitor for you when the time is right. You don’t care about sex. You don’t care about love. Your only priority is peace.
As is almost always the case, today you decide to don a pair of smart, wide leg grey trousers, designer of course. Matching it with a baby pink blouse your mother picked out. You’re not one for coloured attire, and normally neither is she. But she has finally settled on a suitor for you, and she thinks a dash of flirtatious pink on a classy garment will strike a particularly nice chord with the boy and his family.
Your thoughts are eradicated by that instantly recognisable, clumsy, clunking knock. The door swings open and you’re greeted by the smell of cigarettes and sweat. It’s Toji. He doesn’t seem ashamed of the fact he is using your mother for her wealth. He’s dressed to the nines in designer clothes. A concubine in every sense of the word. He seems to relish in how much you’re aggravated by his presence.
“Your old woman told me to let you know we’re leaving in thirty.” he boldly announced, his voice reverberating throughout your bedroom.
“Do you think my mother would approve of you referring to her as an ‘old woman’ Mr. Fushiguro?” you questioned him, air quoting him when referencing his social hiccup.
He laughed, actually, it was more of a scoff. He was looking down his nose at you? The one with no social standing to speak of, the one with not a penny to his name, was looking down his nose… at you.
“It’s a figure of speech kid, like, I’m Megumi’s old man.” he tried to reason with you. But anything he had to say, you were sure your indignation towards him would conjure up a worthy response.
“There are no terms referring to a woman as old is acceptable,” you spat, “you don’t fit in here, Mr. Fushiguro. The sooner you realise that and divorce my mother, the better. Take that little bastard with you too. Filthy commoners.” you continued, venom dripping from your entitled tongue. Toji was taken aback, this was the most you’d ever communicated with him. He knew you hated him. But he didn’t know you were capable of being so vile. You were so mousey and quiet around your mother. This was the real you. A nasty, elitist snob. Toji didn’t know if he was furious or impressed. But he did know that nobody talks about him or his son like that.
You waited a while for him to speak in turn. You waited a little longer for him to see himself out. When neither of the events you were expecting took place, you stood to your feet and dusted yourself off. It was amusing to him, really, that you thought you held any power. The way you walked slowly towards him so that your heels punctuated each step menacingly, might make a man greater than himself falter, crumble even. But when you reached your bedroom door, when you stretched your hand out to the knob of your door, your resolve crumbled.
He grabbed you by your wrist. Nothing more, nothing less. It was such a simple action, Toji knew he was capable of worse. But the sheer panic in your eyes, the sweat beading in your hairline, the erratic, staggered panting of your breath… it was a discovery greater than anything he’d find scouring the ends of the earth.
“Let go of me or I’ll scream bloody murder.” you threatened. It fell on deaf ears as he had nothing but a chuckle to offer in return. He kissed his teeth as he looked you up and down. Not once, not twice, but three times. You weren’t sure what he was looking for, he wasn’t either. But his eyes kept settling on your pretty pink blouse.
“You dress all fancy, but underneath that embarrassing little façade you’re just dick starved, aren’tcha?” he crudely spoke. Your free hand settled on your chest as you gasped in disgust.
“Y-You… You’re repulsive. Proving my point entirely, nobody in this world would say something so vulgar.” you speak, not quite in a meek manner, but certainly more timidly than earlier.
“Well darlin’ I’m not fuckin’ goin’ anywhere. So…” he drawled, walking towards you, pushing you further into your bedroom. His hands lingered around the waistband of your trousers, and with one swift motion, he pried them open with one hand. The button cascading with the ground beneath you. The action and the sound both eliciting visible reactions from you. Fear? Annoyance? Toji couldn’t tell.
“These trousers were over a thousand dollars. They’re Louis Vuitton.” you muttered. His first guess was correct. The reactions from you were out of fear. Good. He was more than pleased that you were fucking terrified of him. But be that as it may, you still had that fucking wise mouth on you.
“I’m sure your old woman will shell out the cost for a new pair.” he smugly spoke, his large veiny hands began to travel up the curves of your hips. You shuddered a little under his touch when he groped your breasts harshly. You squealed when he grabbed the material of your brand new blouse under his heavy hands.
“Don’t!” you called out, he halted his actions. He quirked an eyebrow and smirked, the scar on his lip pulling so deliciously. “My mother just got me this blouse. She got it specifically for today. I’ll remove it myself…” you told him, but he began to pull it apart anyway. “Please, Toji please! She’ll kill me.”
“You’re a pretty lil thing when you beg. Alright princess. Take it off for me.” he instructed. You held your head up high as you undid the buttons yourself. You tried to do it quickly, but he objected. “Give me a show.” he told you, palming the rising bulge in his trousers.
You had no room to object. The position you were in was precarious. It was difficult to not make it obvious, but your gaze kept flitting to your still open door. You carried on undoing one button at a time. Slowly… slowly… slowly… Is it too big of a risk to run? Is it possible to escape? When your last button is opened, you take the chance. You dodge past him, managing to get as far as the top of the staircase with tears streaming down your face. He’s covering your mouth; he’s lucky enough that nobody heard your banshee like screams as you fled the room.
“That’s enough!” he barked as he tried to calm you down. Throwing you down onto the bed as he removed his own shirt.
“Toji please, I don’t want to do this! I’m saving myself!” you wailed, hoping if he had any sort of a conscience, he’d let you go. But your desperate pleas were ignored.
He skilfully unbuttoned his own trousers with one hand, his other wrapped dangerously around your neck as he kept you pinned down. He managed to remove your trousers and panties simultaneously with ease. Revealing your untainted sex to him. It’s been a while since he fucked a virgin. They get wet so easily. He wishes he could take his time with you, almost. But he knows you’re on a time crunch. Although even if you weren’t, he wants to break you in roughly. He wants you to repent for your wicked tongue. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, and spreads the other as open as he possibly can. He wants to reach an angle with his big fat cock you didn’t even know you had.
He didn’t take his time. He slammed all of the way inside and you screamed out in anguish. He rolled his hips inside you, loving the feeling of your unwelcoming walls trying to force him out, clenching against him so tightly.
“You. Are a, vile. Little. Bitch.” he hissed as he continued to ruin your insides. “I’m not fuckin’ leaving this cushy life. I’m not going anywhere.” he alerted you, not seeming to care in the slightest as tears slid seamlessly past your temples and into your hair.
“Toji! This is wrong! You’re married to my m-mother… I don’t want this Toji, I’m begging you!” you pleaded, knowing it would do no good. You had no other options, you had to at least try.
“Yeah, I am. So you better start calling me daddy.” he huffed into your face. He was looking down at where the two of you were joined, the glorious moan that fell from his lips at the sight made you wetter. He looked up to see your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Y’like that, slut? Like it when daddy talks dirty?”
“Daddy…”
“Yeah, that’s right. I’m your fuckin’ daddy baby. Gonna fuck the brat right outta ya.” he said as he continued pounding into you. The bed was shaking, scraping against the wooden floor. The mattress was creaking. Your pussy was squelching. He reached between you to rub your little button and was intoxicated by the sight of your mouth falling open as mewls fled from your parted lips.
“F-Feels… It feels…” you couldn’t think straight. His fat cockhead relentlessly battered your cervix, you had never felt such overwhelming pleasure in your life. You thought you might burst, you were worried you might explode. “Feels s’good, daddy.” you managed before quickly going back to moaning.
“Just needed some attention huh? Brat?” he queried aloud.
“Mhmm.”
“That why you’re so fuckin’ – Christ baby – so fuckin’ mean to little Megumi?” he asked you.
“Y-Yes d-daddy, holy shit I can’t… Shit…”
“He’s a little baby you selfish bitch. But I’m gonna give you the attention you need now. Keep you in line. Put you in your fuckin’ place.”
“’m sorry daddy. Please… please help. I need, I need,” you weren’t sure what you were babbling about, what you were so desperate for. You knew about sex. You knew science behind it. You knew the result. Pregnancy. You didn’t know there was so much enjoyment to be had. This feeling of ecstasy was never mentioned to you. The feeling of sheer bliss.
“Whaddya need? Need daddy to make you cum?” he wondered. You weren’t sure. You didn’t answer, he didn’t know that you weren’t being an ignorant brat. He didn’t know that you were totally clueless about sex. He smushed your face in his large palm as his pace went from fast and brutal to slow and deep. “Answer me, cunt. Tell me what you want.”
“Daddy… ‘m sorry – mmm – I don’t know… I don’t know.” you cried. And he got it. He understood.
“So my pretentious little slut isn’t as smart as she thinks. You never cum on your own before kid? Ya really are all mine then, my perfect little hole.” he continued his sensual deep ploughing as he rubbed your clit harshly. He latched his lips onto one of your exposed nipples. There was too much going on at once. There was a knot in your core that was beginning to untie. Your legs were squirming, but Toji used his free hand to keep you in place as best he could.
“Daddy!”
“Close aren’tcha? Go on princess, let go, I wanna make your pussy sing.”
A few more circles into your engorged clit and you were doing exactly as you were told. It was a cosmic feeling. Your mouth was contracting as the unpermitted sounds of your orgasm liberated themselves from your open lips. Your hips were rising and falling, stuttering as you came all over your daddy’s cock. Coating his member in your sheen, sticky release. He felt your legs trembling on his shoulder and hand as you couldn’t handle your first ever orgasm. He didn’t stop his ministrations, still teasing your clit and suckling your tit as he pounded into you. It was all too much. You began to cry from the sensation of it all. When he finally stopped, he pressed his lips to yours for the first time, and you quite enjoyed the foreign feeling of your daddy’s scar against you.
“That’s my fuckin’ girl.”
You thought it was over, that he got what he wanted. But when his pace switched again, you were breathless, unsure of how much more of this you could take. His pace began to stutter, you weren’t sure why he was knocked so off rhythm. But the feeling of his voice whispering so softly in your ear made your skin pinch together and goosebump so pathetically beneath him.
“’m cumming baby, - fuck – fillin’ your pretty cunt up.”
It was warm, and sticky. He pulled out instantly to watch his sperm dribble from your virgin hole, instantly forcing it back inside with two fingers. He kept repeating the action when it kept spilling out of you, and you took the time while he was distracted to button your shirt back up. When he finally had his fun with your entrance, he threw your panties and Louis Vuitton trousers back at you. You went to grab some baby wipes out of your side table, but he grabbed your hand and closed the drawer immediately.
“Put your fuckin’ panties on.”
You shuddered, a little intimidated, but did as he asked. It felt so nasty, his gooey cum living in your soft cotton panties and webbing between your folds. You reluctantly finished your once respectable outfit by pulling your trousers back up to your waist. You studied yourself in the mirror. You didn’t feel different like you thought you would. Sex is sacred, it’s something special between married couples. You thought it would change everything about you, but it didn’t. You feel like the same old you. But now, you’ve had a dick inside of you.
“You on birth control princess?” Toji questioned you, buttoning up the shirt he’d been wearing.
“Birth control?” you wondered, not understanding what he was talking about.
A wicked grin spread across his face as he realised, he’d bounded you to him forever. He couldn’t wait for your respectable peers to look at you with disdain and contempt. He couldn’t wait for your mother to scream and shout at you when she realised you’d gotten yourself knocked up and ruined your chances with the stupid little posh boy she’d lined up for you. He’d get to see your tits get fatter and your stomach get rounder all because of him. Your tits would leak milk and you were too stupid and innocent to understand why any of it was happening to you. And he’d laugh because it’s all his fault.
But now, you’re all his.
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