#[ 💞 ]master.toji

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he considers her words, head tilting to the side and eyes narrowing as he doesn't miss a single hiccup or whine, pulling his fingers from her lips only once she is through speaking. this time he cleans his hand on her face, spreading all of the mess around, glancing down at her pussy again. "so fucking desperate that you've turned dumb already." toji sounds both unsatisfied and amused by all of it. she'd get him to fuck her so quickly if she focused on the right thing, if she used better words. "greedy fucking brat. still." strong arms lace under her legs instead of above them, grabbing her hips, slightly tilting her small body back effortlessly, fully holding all her weight. he drags her up his length, like he would a toy, tiny pussy fighting to keep him deep instead.

"i don't care if you cum or if you don't." he points out, voice dropping lower as need and craving have him pressing his fingers tight onto her skin. no doubt leaving pretty marks at their wake. "y'don't need anything." toji explains, or reminds her rather, building a slow pace, taking what he wanted now for his sake, not hers. how good she looked, how good she felt, how good she was fucking being, was simply added bonus. a groan rumbles up his throat, and he lets his head fall back to the seat. "eyes on me. — eyes on me, little girl."

— toji.

“oh fuck! fuck, toji!” i wail, pretty voice cracking and shaking. i sound so hoarse, mouth having already been put through the ringer. my body jolts, hands swiftly moving from your shoulders down to your forearms to hold myself up, scared of being dropped. was i really this small to you? so tiny and light enough to be dragged along your shaft like a pathetic little fleshlight? you truly could do anything you wanted to me, my body not having enough strength to fight back. and i’d let you. my body, mind and soul being yours. i’m yours. hazily, i pick through my brain, remembering my words earlier, ‘you’d be an idiot if you think i’d let you leave, not without a fight at least.’ let you? such a cute, naïve little thing.

the gushing and lewd noises coming from my pussy alone are like the sweetest sounding song, effectively drowning out the sound of the tv in the background. each thrust of your cock, or rather, the drag of my pussy leaving behind the messiest trail. it feels too good, any lingering thoughts dissipating with the drag of your cock roughly rubbing against the textured walls of my core. i’ve taken you many times, and yet my little hole struggles to fit you every time. creamy juices trickle out of me and gather at the base of your shaft. “eyes.. eyes on you. p-promise. i’m looking..” i want to please, but such a task seemed nearly impossible. eyes on you? how could i when every pump of your cock has my toes curling and eyes crossing. but i’d do anything for you. teary eyes lock onto you, analyzing every inch of you before my vision could blur. so handsome. the sweat collecting at the corner of your head, the sharpness of your tense jaw, and the acute furrow of your brows. i’d remember this image forever. my nails dig deeper into your skin, threatening to break through. “don’t need anything. i don’t need anything. t-toys don’t deserve to cum, ‘m only used to please my m-master. use me. fill me up as much as you want.” floating, just that fast i was floating deep within subspace, completely at your mercy.

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"i said no." but he could still indulge in watching her fall apart, on the mewling and the pathetic little glimmer in her eyes as she looked up at him, desperate. toji teasingly pulls his fingers back, just enough to have her chase after them, humming as he allows her to swirl her tongue around them once more, drool dripping onto his knuckles, chuckling when he shoves them deep enough that her throat constricts. his cock throbs where it lays, the drag of her folds across it a nice reminder that he could have her whenever he wanted, warm and wet, pliable.

"too late." for the sorrow, the begging, the agreeing. "ran out of time." her strength is nothing compared to his, and with a pull he has his hand back, cleaning it against the couch. her punishment would satisfy him better than cumming would, and he was well aware he could to the latter at his will. standing, he groans low on his throat as he fixes himself, giving a condescending pat to her head before turning the television off and making his way to the table. "don't wanna hear a single sound from you, pet."

— toji.

“toj-“ i speak, only to cut myself off as soon as your command was given. damp eyes follow your tall figure, watching your every move; from the way you you adjust yourself, indifferent to mess of mine that painted your pelvis, or the way you stalked over to the table. not a single sound? that would prove to be difficult. my hands grip onto fabric of the couch, prominent veins disclosing themselves on my skin from the strength. i couldn’t stop the frustrated tears from flowing, swollen lip quivering to contain my sniffles.

after what seemed to be an hour of sulking, my feet drag my body behind yours. pet was the correct name, seeing as i was following you like a lost puppy. so dependent and needy for your care, for your attention. slick dribbles down my thighs and smears with every step, my core still achingly clenching around nothing, silently begging to he filled with both your cock and cum. i give you one more lingering glance, big doe eyes pleading before averting my attention to the fridge. a pleased hum fills the silence as the cool water soothes my hoarse throat, my attention once more returning to you. my bottom lip juts out seeing sit at the table, and in the blink of eye, i was sat at your feet, heading resting on your leg to look up at you, “mmph, toji? what are you doing?”

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"what happened to just an hour of my time?" his tone is quiet, dragging out every word slowly, as if he pitied her for being so out of it now, as if he didn't trust her little brain to catch up to him through the fog and all the need. large fingers press tighter to her throat, shutting her up. you have no idea, do you? his own words come back to him. he hadn't meant just her either then, hadn't meant that she was the only one who would end up caught up on it and not want to stop. — toji's cock twitches again, and he flicks his tongue over his canine, eyes locked with hers, fully aware he wanted to keep going; fuck her until she couldn't handle anymore, fuck her after that some more too.

"no." the answer to all her pleas sounds final, her punishment after all. he could feed off her crying instead, the desperation and the pain all over her pretty face as he pulls out of her, the hurt he knew would ensue from it. cock laying over her messy pussy as the man leans over her body. "greedy little mutt, didn't even thank me for letting you cum. keep fuckin' talking like i should care about what you want and what you need. acting like you deserve it." he lists, scoffing as he kisses her cheek, wanting the salty tears on his lips. "like you forgot everything i fucking taught you, mm? — you're not getting anything else."

— toji.

not getting anything else? the threat alone has my heart dropping into the pit of my stomach. my body is trained, always craving your touch, your kisses, and after so long of not having it, the lingering threat of no longer having it is much more effective. “no, no, no, d-daddy please ‘m sorry!” i blabber, salty tears springing from the corners of my eyes. shaky palms roam all over your upper body, desperately trying to pull you impossibly closer, almost afraid you’d leave me in such miserable state, vanish into thin air. my hips roll, swirling upwards to chase after your cock, to have any kind of friction. heavy breaths tickle your ear, an occasional whimper mixing in whenever my clit catches your shaft. your pretty pink pussy gushes and clenches around nothing, adding onto the current mess. waves of desperation, of anguish wash over me. i needed the weight of your cock pressing against my cervix, to be stretched to my limits, to be folded all over again and fucked stupid. —and every second i was denied, the more i grew more distressed.

“ ‘m sorry for bein a greedy mutt! i know my place, swear. i-i’ll thank you, worship every inch of you, just please! daddy, please!” my voice strains and cracks every few seconds. so deep in subspace, a place you oh so easily brought me too in the throes of passion, a place i truly enjoy being; sinking deeper and deeper into a state of tranquility. “y-you’re right. my pleasure doesn’t matter, s’only you. wanna make you feel good, please master?” my hand grabs a hold of your wrist, taking two of your thick fingers and placing them into my mouth. instinctively, my swollen lips wrap around them, tongue lolling and suckling on the residual taste of myself that remained on them.

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he needs no warning; having learned all telltales and signs from her body long ago, no matter how much time passed in between visits, she would still give him everything he wanted out of her. perfect little thing. toji hisses at the harsh drag of her nails across his skin, the hand firmly wrapped around her neck lets her go in favor of moving down, palming at the fat and muscle of her leg, spreading her wider, cock throbbing as he fucks it in deeper. his eyebrows pull in tight, lips parting as he groans at how her needy cunt squeezes around him. — burying himself on her neck, sharp teeth are quick to sink into her throat, fucking her through her orgasm, not letting up as she writes under him. "that's it, that's it, baby. be a good girl and make a mess all over daddy's cock."

toji only lifts off of her because he wants to watch it. he keeps one of her legs pushed to her chest, wrapping the other around his waist, helpless to his hands as he moves her how he wants it. his to use. — carding his fingers through his hair, there's sweat gathered at the nape of his neck, and he clicks his tongue at the sight underneath him, wide grin on his lips. "how much longer you think you have left?" creamy white clings to his length whenever he drags out of her, his stomach wet, all over her thighs too, couch beneath them covered in her. he thumbs her puffy clit, red and swollen, grunting when her pussy tightens. he's barely moving his hips now, letting her feel him heavy and deep inside of her. "so fucking pretty like this. know that? mm? y'lucky you look this fucking good. lucky you're my favorite toy, yeah?"

— toji.

“m-more, daddy. need s’more.. n-need you to break more. do anything for you-“ cloudy brown doe eyes stare up at you in awe, flickering over and inspecting your feaures as best i could. a god. one who so delicious graces me with immense amount of pleasure and pain. an overwhelming pleasure that burns in the pit of my stomach, always leaving me to crave more. one i would let my guard down for and allow to do whatever they pleased. perfect toy, your favorite toy. i feel so helpess, so small and fragile in you arms, yet safe. — safe enough to let myself go in all my drowsiness and irrational thinking. the muscles in my legs ache, tensing every time the head of your shaft hit a particular gummy spot within me. my thrashing never ceases, my hips bucking into your hand. i sharply inhale, eyes crossing before rolling into the back of my empty head as my essence soaks your fingertips.

several emotions course through my veins. arousal from the pad of your thumb rolling my throbbing clit, desperation from the weight of your cock, sticky slick clinging onto you. — fear, from the thought of that stupid clock running out, time of having your undivided attention ripped from my hands. just as fast as the tears form, they fall. small hands cling and grasp at every party of your body, weakly pulling you down to me. choked moans and sobs erupt fro me, my nails clawing at you once more, “no, no, daddy please don’t stop! please, please d-don’t leave me empty. need you to use me, want you to fuck me more!” i mewl, my hand reaching out to grab your wrist, placing it back in its rightful spot, sitting prettily atop of my neck. pitiful, and truly desperate. a pretty little thing in heat.

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"there's my good girl." the praise comes as he easily switches their position around. still holding onto her hips, toji flips to push her on her back, her legs suddenly pressed to his chest, ankles dangling from his shoulders as he folds her pliable little body in half. he holds himself against the cushioned couch with a fist next to her face, thrusting down into her awaiting pussy until his balls hit her ass, his hips sharp against her cheeks. — his free hand lands across her face, hard enough to turn her head around, and right now, it was more reward than punishment. "that's it, take it." long fingers wrap around her throat; fighting against the tight grip of her cunt that sucked him back in whenever he drove himself back.

his groans blend with a harsh chuckle, dark and full of hidden promises, leaning to press his lips against hers to speak. "don't deserve to be filled up." his hand flexes, cutting her sounds short as toji claims her breath as his. so fucking breakable, at his mercy, and still taking him so well. "but i'll use though, yeah? use you 'till you break." he kisses her, soft and gentle, almost mockingly sweet as he fucks her deeper, faster. the fat head of his cock pushing right against her cervix every time he pushed all the way in. "mm. use you after that too."

— toji.

“t-toji! s’too deep!” i felt so overstimulated, a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure sending my senses into overdrive; the burning tinge on my cheek from the impact of your hand, the fluttering walls of my core oozing and squelching from the plunge of your cock, and the harsh burn of your hips slapping against my ass. or could it be your hands wrapping around neck, squeezing and restricting me of my basic need? although, i was pinned down to the plush material of the couch by your heavy body, i was floating. body and mind solely focused on taking every inch of what you give me. pathetic pleas die against your lips, tender kisses turning sloppier, messier. — light smacking as our tongues dance around each other. so messy, your messy little baby. "p-please.. use me as much as you want. i'll be a good hole for you, keep myself nice and spread for you." i slur. the backs of my thighs ache, the strength behind your thrusts and weight on top of me knocking the little bit of air i had out of me. oh, how i wanted to see you, to watch how every tug and pull of my cunt made your face contort. but how could i when they found themselves rolling into the back of my skull. my hands scramble, desperate to find anything to cling onto, you. once more my nails find their way to your skin, clawing as the pressure in my lower abdomen builds, each drag of your cock pushing closer to the edge. salty tears roll down my face, a choked wail mixing into the air of obscene noises. i couldn’t control the pulsing of my pussy, creamy juices turning milker by the second. i thrash as much as i could against your body, toes curling and eyes squinting shut as the first of many orgasms rip through me. “ ‘m cumming, toji! m-making a mess!”

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"quiet." he dismisses her with a wave of his hand, not fazed by the fresh tears rolling down her cheeks, the murmured apology. he never asked for one. the sight pleases him though, lifting his arms to rest them at the back of the couch as well. — toji still planned on giving her his full attention, he wasn't going to turn back to the tv, or grab his phone to distract himself. he'd give her exactly what she wanted, on his terms. so it turns into a stare down, his eyes unwavering and hard, pinning her in her place. waiting for any twitch or move, any whine or whisper, that would grant him more reason to keep her like this, to put her through worse.

when her pussy tightens around him, he glances down. stretched to her limits to fit him, pink cunt drooling around him; he fucking bet it would take so little to have her cumming, pathetic little thing. there's humor behind the scoff that leaves him, and as he raises his eyes back at her, it is just in time to watch another thick string of spit fall down her chin, landing prettily onto her body. — humming appreciatively, toji's fingers swipe across her tongue, driving them deep down her throat, and then slowly allowing her to suck on them. almost gentle as he thrusts them back and forth into her mouth. "know i'm gonna make you clean all this fucking mess up, yeah?" his voice is quiet, hoarse. he uses his thumb and pinky, pressed onto her cheeks, to force her to nod. "tell me how much you need to get fucked. — come on, beg. might let you have it, mm?"

— toji.

the pathetic attempt of an apology quickly dies down, replaced with an obscene gag, my slippery mouth wrapping around your fingers and suckling. ‘salty’, i think, fingertips laced with the tears of mine you wiped before. it amazes me how one hard stare could persuade such obedience within me. i truly was a deer caught in headlights, a fragile little thing standing before it’s hunter. but i didn’t mind it, in fact i craved it more. a sense of pride and submission swirling within the pit of my stomach seeing as i had all your attention. not your guns, your phone, or the television. me.

my head nods in agreement. of course i’d clean it up. i’d clean the slick off your boots had you commanded me to grind on them. my tongue swirls around the two digits, digits that nearly took all the space in my mouth. — allowing more of my drool to leak, coating them and my chest. “daddy, please? i can’t.. i can barely hold myself up. ‘m already on the brink of cummin’, and i don’t wanna..” i slur, tongue thrashing along your fingers to articulate my words the best i could. “if i cum, wanna cum because you made me. f-from you fuckin’ me stupid and taking what’s yours. ‘m begging, please. please? need you to make me cry, need you to fuck your pretty pussy.” the desperation in my voice was absolutely pathetically cute, more of those crystal clear tears rolling down my cheeks. my hands grab ahold of your shoulders, gaze finally breaking from yours to look at my pussy; stretched and drenched. a fucking mess, and you hadn’t even made me cum yet. i could no longer stop the trembling of my legs, struggling to hold my body weight up. if i sink down any further, the tip of your shaft would fit snug against my cervix. “mmm toji, please! do anything you want, just please! i’ll worship you, cry, a-anything!”

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the only sound that slips past his parted lips is a click of his tongue when she pulls down her soaked panties. apart from that, toji watches all of it quietly, eyes only ever leaving hers to glance down at her body. his body. his toy. his girl. standing there in offering, not moving an inch or doing anything else until he tells her to. the only reason he doesn't praise her for it is because of how they got here in the first place. — it's pathetically easy reaching for the back of her knees, large hands pulling one and then the other to rest against the couch, straddling his hips, spread open over him. his head rests at the back of the seat as his fingers move to cup her jaw once more. "did i tell you to wipe your pretty face?" her only mistake, really. there were still streaks of dried tears on her cheeks she hadn't managed to get rid of, lips red and swollen from how rough he'd been, the evidence of how good she took him all there. but there should be more.

he lets her jaw go with a harsh press. using the same hand to line his thick cock with her entrance. — no time passes between spreading her folds with his tip, to having her all the way down his shaft. fucking tight just like he expected her to be, even all messy and wet, it still was too much. toji's jaw clenches, hands now digging onto the soft skin of her hips to keep her down, an eyebrow raising at her, daring her to react in any way. a couple of beats go by, and he reaches over for his discarded phone across them. "you're gonna stay until your time runs out." he checks the hour. not bothering threatening her on what would happen if she moved or complained. she knew. "and tongue out." he nods up as he demands, having her make up for cleaning herself before.

— toji.

a wave of erotic fear pulses through my veins once you pounce. small, fragile, and pliable in your hands. easy to bend and mold into any shape you wanted me in this moment; the perfect little doll. “mmm, toji, toji! ah~!” the way my legs quiver and abdomen tenses is impossible to hide, not when i’m being split open by the girth of your cock. it burns, the pain and stretch so deliciously addicting my head spins. i knew better than to react, not to let out a single peep until i was instructed to. the look on your face told me everything i needed to know. — yet my teeth find themselves latching onto my bottom lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood. i needed to be quiet, to be the perfect hole for you.

you could only imagine how bad i wanted to cry, whimper, and buck my hips into you. i wanted to beg, plead for every ounce of cognitive function to be fucked out of me. stay like this for the remainder of my time? sadistic as always, taking pleasure in my pain and suffering when it came to you. i couldn’t stop the tears from pricking at my eyes and spilling as i tried to maintain my composure. the puffiness of my cheeks shifting to a flushed red. “i-i’m sorry, daddy. didn’t mean to. it’s just.. you’re just, mmph.” manicured nails dig into the skin of your forearms, more for stability but to also keep myself grounded, to not get too lost to ecstasy. each passing second becomes harder and harder for me. i feel humiliated in the best way possible. pretty pink tongue dangling from my mouth, drool dripping from the tip reminding you of the common mutt, your mutt. — pretty puppy waiting for you every beckoned call. my tightened hole squeezes around you, honeyed nectar dribbling around you and dripping down your heavy balls to try and accommodate for your size. stay like this until times up? i couldn’t see myself making it 5 more minutes.

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all she earns is a hum of approval as a reply, his fingers easing up on the grip on her hair so she can move how she wants, show him just how good she could be. his head tilts to the side, not missing a beat of it, low groans escaping him whenever she pushed herself to stay down for longer. time flows differently like this, having his pretty pet by his feet. toji only moves again when his abdomen flexes, searing need rolling down his stomach. — he's up within a second, almost knocking her on her ass as he takes up her space, towering over her body, large palm shoving her head all the way down on his cock to keep her from falling, holding her up like that until she could fix her position, straighten her back to reach him.

the pace he fucks her throat at is completely different from how she had been taking him. too hard, too fast. the sound brutal and obscene as he punches his length all the way in, the gags and all the spit falling to the ground, heavy balls hitting her jaw over and over again. that wasn't her punishment, it was him using his property correctly, taking what he wanted. and she was being so so good. — dragging her off, he watches her gasp and struggle to catch her breath, webs of drool connecting her abused lips to his cock. "dirty little girl." he hisses when his cock twitches, fuck, she was pretty like this. all his. sitting back down with a grunt, he wiped his hand on her shirt. "trained you so fucking well, mm?" grinning, toji clicks his tongue, jutting his jaw out. "up. clothes off. slow."

— toji.

“y-yes sir.” shaky hands reach up to wipe the sheen of spit that coated the bottom half of my face, and searing hot tears that had followed from the brutal throat fucking. i was all yours, deep in subspace, head cloudy and only fixated on one thing; you.

wobbly knees pick my body up from the cold hard ground, the prettiest of bruises and intricate patterns from the carpet painting themselves onto me. timid hands move from my face back down to my shirt, grabbing a hold of the thin cotton material and pulling it over my head. a small hiss tumbles from my lips, cool air tickling against my mounds, my nipples swelling. my hands cup around my breasts, massaging the flesh before dragging two fingers down my chest. the sound of clothes shuffling fills dead air, the shorts hugging my curves now discarded somewhere in the room. slow, painstakingly slow i remove my panties, sticky webs of slick pulling from my puffy lips and the lacey material. i can feel your eyes burning into me, your gaze always having been intimidating. — but in this moment it was more intimidating than ever. i felt like prey being stalked by it’s predator. a pretty little bunny entertaining her big bad wolf. the sound of my heart drums in my ear, and i knew you heard it as well, the sensitivity of your ears catching everything. in my most vulnerable state, i stand before you, fear and excitement racing through my veins not knowing when you would pounce.

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the satisfaction of breaking her was too good, one of the many reasons he always found himself back at her place. as toji looks down at her, being so willing, he would put her not fighting him off and not forcing him to fuck the brat out of her as a close second. — a grin tugs at the side of his lips, her words from before echoing in his mind 'm gonna make you forget those toys. being so fucking easy for him. "good girl." the older man rasps out, still grasping her hair tight, other hand reaching for her as well, thumb swiping across her cheek. he pops it into his mouth with low grunt, tasting the salty tears, feeling her throat tighten around his length.

"this the attention you wanted, mm? — yeah?" his hips thrust up into her warm mouth, drool and precum dripping down the couch at this point. her face all messy, fucked up, moans making his muscles tense and flex. "my pretty little fucktoy, look at you." grunting, the next time she reaches his base, he holds her down. lids low with need, clicking his tongue when she starts to struggle on his cock. "don't need to breathe. shh, don't need to breathe, take it." only letting her up to catch her breath when her eyes are rolling back her pretty head, toji rewards her with heavy pats across her cheek, the sound wet and loud. "like you like this." it's a praise, his tone low. "but you know 'm still gonna have to punish you for interrupting me, yeah?"

— toji.

the sniffles, and free falling tears ripping from me couldn’t be stopped. my throat burns, and face aches from the consistent abuse of your cock and heavy hand, but i love it. i love how easily you can take control, pulling the strings to make my pretty little body do whatever you pleased. i didn’t need to think, i didn’t need to move. —why would i when you did it all for me? droopy eyes, and a tear stricken face gaze upon your own low-lidded orbs. my hands work along your messy cock, twisting and stroking just the way you taught me. pleasure never easing up as i regain the breath you so easily took from me, i allowed you to take from me. “no sir, your pretty little toy doesn’t need to breathe, only needs to be used.” i retort, the typical soft voice of mine much more hoarse, “ i’m- ‘m sorry for interrupting, daddy. i didn’t mean it. just wanted you. i”ll do whatever you want me to.. take my punishment like a good girl.”

damp hands find themselves resting in my lap, fiddling with the fabric of my shirt as i take the entire length of you back down my throat. more spittle stains your dick and the front of my shirt, throat constricting around the foreign object each time i lowered my head. the time i stayed at the base of your cock increased with each bob. i didn’t need to breathe, i only needed to please. all the while, my eyes never left yours. confidence that once lined my eyes now dull, hazy, as i teetered the line of complete submission, obedience. i was right where you and i wanted to be.

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funny. he remembered exactly how she looked beneath him. — toji hums, almost an encouragement, as she looks up at him, her movements so slow, but firm and certain, that they had him fighting off a grin. before dropping his fingers from her face, he pats her cheek twice, fully leaning back onto the couch once more. her whine is what has his lids lowering, watching as her pink tongue runs across the tip of him, lips stretched wide to fit him, little hands helping where she couldn't reach.

his cock twitches, and after what feels like an eternity to him of the painstakingly slow pace, drool gathering along his shaft, toji groans. she's dragging her head back up when he reaches for the hair at the back of her neck, lacing his fingers with the strands, tugging it in a harsh pull and then sinking her back until he feels the back of her throat. he holds her there, not forcing himself down, voice hoarse and quiet when he speaks. "y'gonna show me you miss it or you just gonna fucking play with it?" he doesn't give her a choice to reply, hips lifting slightly from the couch to prod at her throat, clicking his tongue when water gathers on her lash lines. "so fucking pretty like this, mm? — maybe i should have given you all the fucking attention you wanted sooner." he tugs her up, until the head of his cock is resting against her tongue, heavy. "do it fucking properly or i'll do it for you. and you don't want that, princess."

— toji.

the tears that gathered on my lash line trickle down my slightly reddened cheeks. a breathe of air fumbling past my lips as your cock pulls away from my throat, strings of spit connecting my pouty lips to the tip of your angry red cock. “ ‘m sorry, daddy. i’ll do it right. promise.” i mumble around you. the plush of my thighs rub together, trying to get any little friction to my core without touching myself. that tone, deep, raspy, and authoritative — making my body tremble and center ache.

the flat of my tongue licks along the underside of your shift, somewhat swollen lips kissing the head before taking you back into my mouth again. teeny hands that once gripped the base of your cock hold onto your thick thighs for stability. with another deep breath, my head finds itself lower down to the base of your cock, the tip of my nose prodding at your pelvis. in this moment, i knew looked an absolute mess — yet so beautiful in your eyes; more tears threatening to spill and saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth. a strangled moan rumbles within me, my throat constricting ever so slightly around your dick before a steady pace is set. warm wet mouth dragging along your shaft, pretty gags ringing in your ear once i reached the base, and tongue darting out to lap at your heavy balls. i was worshipping you.

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toji hums, begrudgingly taking his hands off of her, leaning back onto the couch, arms pressed onto the top of it as his head slightly tilts to one side. watching, if attention was what she wanted, attention was what she was going to get. the buzz of the tv is long forgotten, and he spreads his legs further apart, giving her more space as she lowers to the ground. missing her lips on his skin, well aware that he could just take her if he wanted to. but this was better now, slow, confidence glimmering in her eyes that would feel that much fucking satisfying when it was replaced by haze and emptiness. his.

the same sound of the waistband hitting his skin is the snap of his fingers across her cheek. not hard enough to turn her head or leave a mark, strong nonetheless. he cups her jaw, thumb and index pressing tight to her cheeks as toji leans forward, towering over her frame. his cock twitches, swelling, the promise of more hanging in the air. "you're wasting your fucking minutes." it's both a threat and a warning. she's so small in his grasp that he shakes her head side to side, brows pulling in. "got me thinking you don't really want this, pet."

— toji.

i could feel myself shrinking back as you tower over me — not from fear, but from submission. the feeling of being so small under you driving me to please more. the fat of cheeks melt into your hand, the bruising grip causing my lips to poke out. “no, no, no i want it! i do!” i lean up towards you, placing yet another kiss on the corner of your mouth before turning my attention to the prominent bulge in your pants.

with a swift movement, the fingers hooked into your waistband pull to free your cock from its restraints. my mouth begins to water, eyes lighting up as if i had awaken on christmas day. so ethereal; the prettiest vein decorating the underside of your dick, and girth my two hands could barely wrap themselves around, but for you? i’d fit as much as i could into my small hands and the warmth of my mouth. “forgot just how pretty and big you are..” i coo, shifting on my hind legs and settling into a more comfortable position. pink tinted lips find themselves pecking the leaking head of your cock, smearing the bead of precum along them. i couldn’t help the pathetic whine that rumbled from my chest as the familiar taste trickled its way onto my taste buds. my gaze locks onto yours, my body trembling from it’s intensity as i finally take you into my mouth, stopping halfway and allowing my hands to stroke the remaining inches. the pace is slow, meticulous, and calculated — the tip of my tongue circling the head and flicking across the slit each time my head rises.

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breathing out a chuckle, amusement is clear in the lines of his expression, tongue pushing into the inside of his cheek as he considers her. "let me?" his eyes drop to her lips, but he doesn't close the distance to catch them, not giving her the satisfaction after interrupting his peace watching his fucking show. "think you'd be able to keep me, yeah? put up a fight against me?" bending with her wrapped around him is inconvenient, he'd much rather either stand straight, or to sit back down, so that's what toji does. effortlessly pulling her body over his to straddle his hips as he drops to the couch once more, large palms pressed onto her hips as his fingers dig into them.

"sweetheart." his tone's condescending when he calls for her back, cooing, clicking his tongue at her next words. "an hour? you think that's how much you'll take if i offer?" he scoffs, and within a second he is pressing his lips to her neck, gentle, barely there, whispering. "greedy thing, you have no idea, do you?" either because she always wanted more, or he wasn't through with her, it was never just an hour. then again, he had been right. he could have gone anywhere else, and he chose here, didn't he? chose her.

"should i time you then? mm? starting now? you got sixty minutes until i go play with my other toys."

— toji.

[ tyty, i hope u've been well too ♡ ]

my body shutters, the gentle graze of your lips and heat trickling down my neck sending shivers throughout my body and down to my core. the muscles in my thigh tense and tighten around you, though barely noticeable in my opinion. “timing me now, are we? that’s fine, sixty minutes it is. and when that time is up? ‘m gonna make you forget those toys, or hide ‘em even.”

the hand planted in your hair tugs gently at your strands, detaching your scarred lips away from throat and angling your face to look at me. i press intricate kisses all over your face, starting at your cheeks, nose, then the corners of your lips before planting one final — the place i craved the most, your lips. “start the timer, old man.” i giggle. my hands reach around to grasp yours, prying them off the dips of hips. a gentle kiss starting from your adams apple, down to your chest, then abs, as i make my way to the ground, sitting prettily on my knees between your toned thighs. my lips find themselves pressed against the front of your pants, breathy whimpers filling the air as i peck along the length of your growing member.

my fingers hook onto the waistband of your bottoms, pulling the stretchy material back and letting it snap against your skin, “can i?”

[bambisplaypenn]

he sits quietly through her rant. deserving of every single word that slips past her pretty lips, and yet still uncaring for them all when the lit to her tone was so aggressive and curt. maybe if she had pouted, maybe if she had grasped his shirt like she'd done times before and proclaimed how much she really missed him, toji would find somewhere deep within him the sympathy for it. like this, it just amuses him though, an eyebrow lifting as she moves to sit the furthest away she could.

"yeah." she was supposed to sit, and be good and quiet. supposed to wait for her turn. — he holds for a good couple of minutes for her to speak once more, for her attitude to turn into something else, and when it doesn't, he stands. it takes him only one step to stand in front of her, blocking the view to the tv, leaning down so he can rest one of his hands at the side of the couch. "know i could have just chosen somewhere else to go to, mm?" tilting his head to the side, his eyes drop to her body, and then lift back to her face with a scoff, grin pulling on his lips. "know that, right? know that i can just leave? 'that what you want, little one? should i just go then? leave you to be a brat on your own?"

— toji.

[ yea, it's the same one lmao ]

“you’re in the wa-“ my breath hitches faintly, sparkling eyes catching onto yours when your sculpted body looms over my own. having you this close once again had my heart thumping loudly in my ears. the frown that tainted the delicate features of my face soften, shifting into one curiosity and yearning. plush pink lips morph into a pretty pout, “n-no. i don’t want you to leave. you’d be an idiot if you think i’d let you leave, not without a fight at least.”

you knew exactly what cards to play, what to say to have me chasing after you and hanging on. honeyed words laced with hidden intentions. yet another defeated moan escapes me, my body instinctively reaching up to wrap itself around yours. the fat of my thighs hook around your waist, slender fingers latching onto your neck and carding themselves through silky raven hair. “toji-,” i whine, “you’re an ass, you know? what is it you want front me, hm? you want me to beg? feed your ego and tell you i crave your attention? i just want an hour of your time and you can go do what you want; be it watching tv, sleeping, or clean those stupid toys of yours.”

[bambisplaypenn]

"i feel like you never learn." toji's tone is firm, condescending at the same time, looking at her from the corner of his eyes, not bothered to give his full attention when it seemed like it was all she really wanted out of him. attention. more. "need to teach you again, or you gonna be good and sit there quiet, mm?" the question comes with a tilt of his head, a grin curling up the side of his lips.

it was on him, he knew that much, being away for too long, deciding to come and use her space as a place to lay low only when he truly needed it. mostly leaving her aside unless he needed to use her as his personal stress relief. "you bored? 'that it?"

— toji.

“i’m sorry?” softly-hued brown orbs squint, the taut skin around my eyes crinkling ever so slightly at your tone, your attitude. that pretty little smirk only adding to annoyance boiling within me. “bored is an understatement, toji.” i snip, your name rolling off my tongue harsher than intended, “i just want your attention. you’ve been gone for almost a month, and you think i’m suppose to sit here; good and quiet? you can’t even spare 5 minutes of your attention, huh? that’s fine, i’ll just hush, yeah?”

with an exasperated sigh, i haul myself up from my cozy spot on my cream colored couch, a spot that sat as close to you as possible, over to another. i cradle a pillow to my chest, my attention now turning from you over to whatever stupid show you had turned the channel to. i knew exactly what this was. you only coming to see me when it was most convenient for you, but i couldn’t help but find myself missing your presence — the deep timbre of your voice, calloused overworked hands, and soft tranquil snores, free from any stress.

[bambisplaypenn]

“it isn’t, princess. i know.” toji coos, head tilting to one side in display of endearment, the laugh that follows suit cutting through the air with a hint of condescend amid the humor. “but you take it so fucking well, mm?” his eyebrows knit together, face sobering up, and a quiet ‘up’ is all he offers before raising her from the ground. almost too easy as he supports her weight by the grip on her neck to bring her to him, and then places her down gently on top of his thighs, straddling his hips.

there is no warning when he spreads her legs further apart, two of his own fingers sliding aside hers, and when she whines a complaint and half a moan he presses the digits around her throat harder to quiet her down. his gaze drops to her pussy as he dictates the rhythm of their fingers, stretching her, making her good and ready to take him. “shh, that’s it, daddy will make it feel good.” toji whispers. — he clicks his tongue and raises his head after what feels like too little, green hues meet light brown ones, his in the form of a glare as he is ripped away from the sight of her dripping and so sweet for him. “alright, if you want a kiss now, i won’t give you another the rest of the night. or you can fucking wait and get as many as you want.”

“take your pick.”

— toji.

the hum of your voice, the contrast of your rugged hands tugging and pulling against my soft and pliable flesh, maneuvering and manhandling my delicate frame in any way you saw fit only aided to push me further into a submissive mindset. each passing second had me sinking deeper into my role of your pretty little plaything.

my bottom lip couldn’t stop it’s quivering once my eyes lock back onto your hardened stare. a single rolls down from my right eye, and drips down from my chin. “n-no, i’ll be good and wait! daddy, you’re being s’mean to me.” i sniffle as my misty brown eyes quickly look back down between my legs. my hips continue begin to roll and my legs tremble as my hole tries to accommodate to the painfully pleasurable stretch of our fingers. “a-ah, toji! stretchin me too much!”

it was embarrassing how much slick my little pussy had produced just to be able to take your fingers. the clear milky white substance was beginning to gather just below your knuckles, while some smeared onto the front of your pants. “daddy, please! t-think ‘m ready now, i’m getting too messy!”

[bambisplaypenn]

“good and patient.” maybe for half of the time she had been, probably less. his free hand finds her hip, gripping enough to leave soft bruises behind he was sure, and dragging her across his cock. whenever her heartbeat got too fast, breath against his neck hitching, he’d slow down more, forcing her body to speed up when she grew comfortable. never giving what she wanted.

the slurring of words that pour out of her as she spreads herself for him are enough to bring back a smile to his lips, even if it was a sharp and far from genuine one. “at least you’re pretty, yeah, pet?” toji lets go of her wrist, in favor of grasping one of her thighs, the thumb from the other hand pushes onto her puffy cunt, sliding up to her clit, too soft to do anything at that point. and that was what he wanted. “little toy doesn’t know what’s good for her. — so fucking useless needs daddy to do everything, mm?” the condescending lit on his voice melts into something else when he circles her clit, presses down onto it until she squirms.

“i know you do.” she was always too damn tight, and toji never took it slow. but the chance for stretching her pussy, and taking her nice and easy was gone now. “that’s too bad.” — it takes a second, lacing an arm around her waist, pushing himself to his feet and laying her back against the table. the sound of his cock pushing inside of her is obscene, and he doesn’t stop until he is where no one else would ever be, forcing every inch of himself deep. he doesn’t move, feeling her clench around him, fingers pushing at the back of her thighs until she has no other choice but to fold in half for him, he’d fuck her open. “look at me, you better not cum.”

— toji.

“mmmm, h-hurts! daddy you’re too big! too fuckin’ big!” my heart is racing and my eyes are glossy with tears with of both euphoria and pain. you had only bottomed out in dampened core, and my breathing was already staggered, even more so than before. it hurts. it’s hurts so good. you’re cock is just too big and heavy, stretching and weighing down on the tight ring of muscle. i’ve lost count of just how many times i’ve been split open on your shaft, my pretty little head couldn’t comprehend such arduous things. why would it, when i had you to do all my thinking for me? you knew my body inside and out, studied my pussy like a book. no thinking was required for a pretty toy when you had it all covered.

tiny hands grip a hold of your forearms, squeezing and clamping down around them with as much strength i could muster up. you weren’t even moving and i’m already a whiny pathetic puddle underneath you. the cunt you love to watch oh-so much creaming deliciously around your cock to fit you. “i won’t cum, daddy, promise! i wont unless you tell me to! i just need you to fuck me, please! ‘m too dumb to do it myself, need you to! swear i won’t cum!”

a part of me was lying through my teeth. i was desperate to please you, to prove i could follow instructions, especially with how the night started off, but i’m already on the brink of cumming just from being stuffed full. my thighs are trembling in your grasp, — whether it’s from being split open or folded in half and pinned down, i wouldn’t be able to tell. “master, please? please, move!”