Nightmare

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──── SHOWS THAT THE PRICE OF FLESH IS LOVE.

Toji's brain feels like it's throbbing inside his skull. His body doesn't feel particularly good either. He can't remember where he is or how he got there. In fact, all he does remember is taking his cute little step daughter out to dinner after you'd blown up his phone, telling him how much you missed him after you'd moved out. Now, he's sitting practically naked in what seemed to be a oversized dog kennel with no idea how he could've been stuffed inside without so much as waking up. The room he's in is unfamiliar, pitch black and quiet almost to the point of madness.

"G'morning 'Ji." Your familiar voice rings out behind him. The light flicks on somewhere behind where you're looming over him, smiling as if this is the most normal thing in the world. As if he had put himself in the damn kennel like a dog.

"What the fuck is going on?" He growls. Forgetting his limitations and extending too far up onto his knees, he hits his head on the bars above him. Your smile broadens, bordering on uncanny as you step closer to him— your slippers making an irritating sound against the fake wood flooring, a sound that makes his head hurt even more.

"Oh, don't be mean 'Ji. I told you I missed you, didn't I?" Your bottom lip juts out, body bent at a 90 degree angle with your elbows resting on the cage above him, peering down at him like a predator observing its prey.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" He spits, his back pressed into cool metal as he tries in vain to put as much distance between the two of you as possible. You cross your arms, tapping your foot like the spoiled brat he's always known you to be.

"Well if you're gonna be an ass, you can stay here all night by yourself," your voice flattens. The sweet facade you always have on dissipates, your maniacal smile falling until your lips are pursed into a thin line. You turn on your heel, slippers making that agitating sound against the floor again. He watches in horror as you flick the light off, encasing him in pitch black darkness once again. A cold sweat beads down his temple as the door opens, a small sliver of natural light peeking in like a tease. He calls out your name, hands banging against the bars, but you just flick your head over your shoulder with that pretty facade of sweetness pulling the corners of your lips up— but your eyes? They're devoid of anything, the little twinkle he'd always seen in them snuffed out.

"G'night daddy," you coo, waving your fingers at him. A chill spider walks its way down his spine, his mouth running dry. The cage is starting to close in on him.

"C'mon sweetheart, not gonna leave your daddy all alone in here, now are you?" It's rushed, like he'd barely thought out the words before they come flying out from between his lips like bile. They'd tasted just the same. His placating seems to have worked when you all but appear right back in front of the cage, squatted down so you're eye level now.

"See, was that so hard?" You giggle, "I just want us to be together 'Ji, I'm not asking for too much, am I?" You rest your chin in your hand, those pretty puppy dog eyes doing their best to sway him despite the uncomfortable position you've put him in.

"No. No, sweetheart. You're not asking for too much. Never, my sweet girl." He's smiling back at you, trying to feign excitement so hard that the scar on his lip feels like its gonna split all over again. "Let me out and we can do whatever you want. I'll stay as long as you like."

You laugh, but not in the cute way. No, it's vicious and exempt from anything remotely close to happy. "Oh, but we're already doing what I want." You let out a little tsk his way, "And I can keep you here forever."

His eyes blow wide, green with too much white surrounding it. Your sadistic side throwing him for a loop, you'd always been so well behaved in all the years he'd been married to your mom. Never speaking out of turn, never getting in to trouble, always playing nice and making both him and Megumi feel welcome.

"Why are you doing this?" His jaw is set tight, discombobulation twisting into anger that he tries to push down to attempt at reasoning with you. "You've always been such a good kid."

Your head cocks to the side as if you're truly confused, a little crease forming between your brow. "Well I want you for myself, of course." You say it like it's a very normal thing to say to your step father after locking him up to get your way.

"But I'm married to your mother. Megs is like your little brother." You shake your head at his words as if it'll erase them like an etch-a-sketch. "Baby, I think you're just confused."

"I am not confused." Your voice has dropped into that low, lifeless tone again. He can feel the frustration roiling off you. "You don't even love her, so what's the problem? I waited for years so she'd put Megs through school. I waited for you Toji."

The look in your eyes is pushing him somewhere beyond discomfort, his back still stuck against the the wall behind him. You weren't wrong. He didn't hold any romantic love for your mother, though he was grateful to her for putting his son through college. He was fond of her in the way you would be with a long time friend and didn't feel much else for her beyond it. But in no way did that mean he wanted you, her daughter.

"You realize how crazy this is right?" He watches as your fingers thread through the bars, reaching for him. "I can't be with my step daughter."

"But you can. And you're going to, one way or another." Your fingers reach his bent knee, tracing odd shapes on it he realizes spell out ' I ♡ U '. Goosebumps lick their way up his skin and you smile as you watch them map themselves out. "We're gonna be just like a real couple. Go on dates and live together and give Megs a little brother or sister."

It's his turn to laugh now, his anger bursting to the surface. "You're a fucking psychopath. Listen to me and listen good." His face comes up to the bars, his mouth barely clearing the space between them. "That is never going to fucking happen."

Your face inches closer, the smell of tobacco, cheap beer and sweat wafting over your skin. "Guess I'm just gonna have to train you real good." It's barely above a whisper and Toji doesn't realize how terribly he's fucked up until the hand you'd stuck through is wrapped around the hairs at the nape of his neck. Your face is smooshed against the bars, teeth pulling at his bottom lip before pushing his face smack into the bars and having a one-sided makeout sesh. You're moaning against his mouth, tongue poking at the small gap between his lips for entry that he won't allow. You find pleasure in it nonetheless, butterflies blooming in your belly and a heartbeat a few inches lower. He manages to get his wits about him, calloused fingers wrenching your grip free from his hair and pushing you as best he could through the small allowance his enclosure gave him.

You're breathless, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, heart pounding like a young girl in love. You fingers hook into the hem of your dress, bunching it up over your thighs so Toji can see the sticky mess your panties have become.

"Look, 'Ji." You coo, pulling your panties taut so the outline of your puffy cunt is on display. "I'm wet and aching for you. Just from a kiss." There's a deceptive little pout thrown on your face when he turns his head away.

"Get out. Just leave me here to rot for all I care." He grumbles, turning around and facing his back toward you. You stand to your feet, willing yourself to crocodile tears.

"You will love me. Not like I'm your sweet little step kid. You'll love me like a woman." You turn on your heel and leave, the door slamming so hard behind you it shakes in the frame.

That night Toji tries to recount all the ways he may have given you the wrong idea. He doesn't sleep for shit.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The next morning, you come into the room with two plates in hand. Toji notices the way you hold one closer to your body, still alert as tired as he is. Your hair is wet, water droplets dripping against the floor, your shirt is flowy but see through enough that he can see your nipples peaking through, the shade made more apparent by the water that's soaked through. He snaps his gaze away, feeling like a dirty old pervert.

"Breakfast!" You sing-song, setting the two plates on the floor just outside his coop. "Point to whichever one you want."

He eyes you suspiciously, pointing to the one you'd kept close to you. This was his chance; you'd open the crate and he'd waste no time grabbing your arm and—

You have to hold back a smile as you slide open the hatch and pass the food through. He'd miscalculated, not realizing you were smart enough to have the cage custom made. All it had cost you was a picture of your tits to the pervy nerd in your Bio-Chem class. You'd always been smart, one step ahead and willing to do whatever it takes to stay that way. You were underestimated because nobody had cared to notice the dutiful daughter and her perverse interests.

You watch him carefully as he takes each bite, the fork sliding past his lips and the way his adams apple bobs each time he swallows. You're fighting the animalistic urge to pull your pussy out and demand he laps at you right then and there. But you've been a patient woman for years now, you can wait a little longer. You eat your fill, dropping your fork on your plate when you're finished and reclining back onto your palms to watch him.

"Gotta piss." He barks out, he glares at you and you have to pretend it hurts to see him that way. As if it's not going to make it more enjoyable for you to break him and watch him beg.

"Mmkay!" You smile, dusting your hands off on your sleep shorts before going to the corner and picking up something he can't see. He's shifting inside his paddock, angling his head as best he can to see what you could possibly be rummaging around for. His heart drops to his ass when he sees handcuffs glinting back at him as you swing them around your finger. You're teasing him and you both know it.

"I'm not putting those on."

"Well, I guess you'll just have to pee yourself then." You sound so sweet it makes him sick. "Save a little for me?"

He makes a disgusted face at you, wanting to hurl his breakfast right up but thinking better of it considering he'd have to sit in close quarters with whatever mess he makes. He puts his wrists up, a little taste of submission that feels so fucking good your head feels like it's spinning. You're giggling to yourself like an idiot, putting the cuffs through the bars and locking them around his wrists as tight as you can. You unlatch the three locks you put in for extra measure, letting him crawl out and helping him to his feet.

Your fingers hook into the chain and begin leading him by it, letting him breathe in the fresh air of your apartment and dragging him toward the bathroom. Your bathroom is larger than he'd been prepared for and he staggers his way to the toilet. You stand behind him, your face pressed close to his back. Even his sweat smells good, it has you rubbing your thighs together. You wrap your arms around his bulking frame, enclosing him in your grasp. Your dainty fingers hook into his briefs, your eyes roll back in delight as you praise yourself for removing the rest of his clothes before you'd stuffed him in the cage. The cuffs come down to halt your movements, the chain tinkling.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" His tone is rough and mean, in that way it used to the few times you'd acted out on purpose to make him scold you. Your teeth graze the skin on his back before continuing your hands movements from before.

"Need help, dontcha?" You giggle, easing the elastane off his bulky hips. He mumbles something about you being a little shit but doesn't hinder you further. He figures the more he gives into your whims, the faster you'll be done with your little game and set him free.

He's wrong of course.

Your mouth waters as his cock springs free, you wrap your digits around it and admire how heavy it feels in your hands— even when it's soft. Your hands moves across the soft skin, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth to hold back a groan when you feel it twitch in your palm as you stroke it.

"Told you I gotta piss, not bust a load." He gruffs. You let out a pouty little noise, deciding to exude kindness and restraint—holding it for him. Your panties dampen when that dam of golden liquid springs free, the way it pulses through the shaft. You want him to slide inside you and release himself there too, you want every little bit of him you can get your hands on. The worst part of it all is, you know you're fucking gross. Wasn't it Toji's fault for bringing it out of you?

"C'mon, shake it out." You can't see his face but his ears are tinged red, it gives you that warm fuzzy feeling inside as you oblige him. 'I made you blush!' you want to squeal, but you feign ignorance for now and do as he says, watching as the droplets make their way to the bowl.

Toji's vision begins to blur at the corners and his knees feel like jell-o. He's been in enough fucked up situations (usually on the other end of them) to know this wasn't exhaustion. His body wasn't connecting to his brain. It takes less than a minute for his vision to black out and his knees to buckle before he's falling to the floor below.

When he comes to he's sat butt naked on the shower floor, the water spraying just outside where his body is sat. He's groggy and out of sorts, he almost forgets the past 20 hours. But when his eyes refocus and he can really hone back in on his sensations, he knows where he is. He can still feel the cuffs around his wrists, his boxers are still gone, and instead of being alone in the shower— you're there. Your pink lips wrapped around his cock, bare ass hoisted up in the air and he doesn't need to see to know you're touching yourself.

You blink up at him, the soft squelching of your mouth around him echoing off the shower tiles. Your eyes crescent up into a smile as you open your throat, sinking all the way down to that coarse patch of hair right above his base. He's frozen, watching as your tits sway each time you gag on him. Your mewls reverberate through his shaft, his toes curling at the sensation. He calls your name and you pop off him, his brow creasing as you focus your hand around his sensitive tip.

"Hm?" You wipe at the corners of your mouth with the thumb on your free hand.

"Did you drug me?" You ogle at the clench of his jaw, his temples perforating. You nod slowly, plugging his tip up with your thumb. He sucks in a sharp inhale through his teeth at your movements. "Why?"

"Was just easier to get you washed up this way." You shrug, as if it's no big deal. "But you were so heavy in my hand, I wanted to see how you felt in my mouth."

He pushes past you, using his foot to kick his boxers into his hands, body dripping wet on the bathroom tiles. He waits for you to open the door and puts himself back in the kennel.

His dick throbs for the rest of the night but he refuses to touch it.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The third day he barely talks to you, refusing any and all food that isn't sealed. You find it irritating but let it slide for the sole fact that you'd gotten the pleasure of tasting him last time. Even if it was just precum.

Sadly for him, that had the wheels turning in your head. Thinking of all the ways you could make him want to give you everything you'd been hoping for. You think maybe it's time to be a little nicer so you set up a shitty box TV right in front of his cage, you know the kind that only takes VCR tapes? His eyes light up but his mouth is still etched with a scowl.

"What's this for?" The way his mouth moves is lazy, like he can't be bothered to put more effort into his words. It feels good, both of you with you pretty little masks off. You ignore him, tinkering with all the knobs and buttons and sliding an 80's porn tape into the maw of the television. Your skin pricks with excited goosebumps as moans blare through the blown out speakers.

There's a thin woman on screen, big hair with a full bush to match. Her dexterous fingers tickle between her thighs as her breasts rise and fall through needy pants that turn into a mix of "daddy" and "I need you".

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Toji's hand swipes over his face, he looks more tired than usual but it somehow adds to that 'older man charm' he's got going on. You crawl over, knees and palms alternating slaps against the vinyl floor as your hips sway toward him.

"Don't worry, if you don't like this one I bought more." You smile, fingers threading back through the bars in an attempt to reach out to him. He doesn't oblige you. Instead ignoring you and laying on his back with his knees propped up. "Gotta give you something to do when I go back on campus tomorrow."

"Listen, kid. You should put all this weird energy into finding a boyfriend, someone who's not me. I know your mom would pay for your therapy or whatever the hell else you need, this isn't the way to get what you want." His lecture falls on deaf ears. You're too caught up in the glowing light from the TV, watching as the older man on the static-y screen gets in bed with the much younger woman. They fit together like two oddly shaped puzzle pieces, your thighs press as he fondles her tits, pinching and pulling at the blushing peaks.

Your head turns back toward Toji, there's a little tent in his pants but you know he's not even halfway hard. It frustrates you beyond belief. Even more so with the all the drooling your pussy is doing while the man on the TV stuffs his fingers inside her, pulling them out and giving them a good lick.

"'Ji?" You call, lip jutting out into a pout, he lets out an uninterested grunt and continues counting the uneven globs of paint on the ceiling. "You mind if I play with myself?"

He freezes for a moment before slipping back into nonchalance, fingers drumming on his chest. "Don't know why you're asking. You're gonna do whatever the hell you want anyway."

To him it's meant as a very clear sign of disinterest, to you it's an admittance of attraction. A sign that if you just push and prod him just enough he'll give in to your whims. You keep your back to him, deciding that the lack of visuals have a better chance of spurring him into want. He watches your back, the way your spine curves and muscles tense as you pull your cloth shorts off and your underwear along with them. You give him a look over your shoulder before slingshotting your pink thong onto the cage. He grumbles as it sways back in forth in its momentum, like it's trying to hypnotize him.

He can see your legs spread from where's sitting, the way they arch and bend so delicately. Your left arm is positioned back so you can rest on it while the right is bent at the elbow. He doesn't need to guess what the gentle movements and the tinkling of your bracelet means, not when soft little sounds are escaping you. Toji tries to ignore the growing strain in his boxers. Tries even harder not to blame himself for it. He is a man after all.

The tape on the TV has stopped for no one, the 'stepfather' on screen fully sheathing himself inside the whimpering young woman in front of him. She tells him how big he is, how good it feels, how she belongs to him. Toji's unraveling behind you, his balls are full and achy. His cock is practically screaming at him to give it a tug and let go.

He can hear how wet you are, the sound of your fingers pumping in and out of that evil cunt of yours is bouncing off all four walls. Your head is slightly tipped back and your hips are moving in tandem with the sounds of the charms on your bracelet.

"Fuuuuck." You cry out, reaching that spongey spot inside you and pressing, pressing, pressing. It's not enough, especially when you're all too aware of how heavy Toji's cock felt, could imagine how stuffed full you'd feel with it inside you.

Your heads tipped back so far you look like a fucking nightmare. Like you're gonna contort your limbs and start walking on all fours toward him. "Toji, it feels so good."

He's white knuckling so hard he's pretty sure his nails are making his palms bleed. Your movements quicken, the squelch getting louder and louder as your hips lift off the floor. You're panting his name and his tip is leaking pre inside his boxers.

Your voice cracks and your ass makes a loud thud back on the floor below. Back against vinyl, your chest heaving up and down as you try to come back to earth— eyes locked with his green ones the whole time.

You crawl back over to him, holding your fingers up to the cage, spreading them apart to show off the sticky strings of your arousal. He watches a bead of wetness drip down your forearm and his balls are screaming. They hurt. He needs release.

"Wanna taste?" You're looking right at him, he's got half a mind to pop one of your digits in his mouth and suck the taste of you off them. But he can't. It's wrong. So fucking wrong.

Instead of giving into whatever 'male instincts' he's got coursing through him, he turns his nose up at you. He glares as he flicks your panties off the corner of his cage, a little act of defiance that doesn't make him any less hard. You capture his hand in yours— the one not coated with your release— and press and gentle kiss to his knuckles.

"Nighty night. I'll stop in to check on you before I head out." You turn on your heel and leave, naked and ass jiggling as if to taunt him some more.

On the third night, he reaches through the bars, straining to recover your underwear and huffing your panties as soon as you leave. Trying not to stroke himself through his briefs.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

On the fourth day you wake up at 5am, eyes still heavy with sleep as you walk your way toward the kitchen. You have a good feeling about the likelihood of Toji eating food you've prepared with your own hands. You keep it safe still, popping a couple frozen waffles in the toaster and booting up the coffee pot. You reach up high, stretching your spine as you wait.

College life was mundane. You didn't have any interest in your peers or parties. You were a bright student, sitting at the top of your class in most subjects. But it was boring. It was a struggle not to fall asleep during lectures or pretend you cared about anything anyone your own age had to say. The only interest you'd ever taken in anything was sitting in the lone room at the end of the hall, probably curled up like the perfect little pet.

You felt especially irritated with the fact that it was pulling you away from said pet. That you couldn't be there to play with him all day, to watch his grumpy expression ebb and flow as you did as you pleased. The waffles pop up and the coffee pot quits its whirring. You find yourself funny as you pour it into a mug labeled '#1 DAD' and giggle the whole way down the hall.

To your surprise, Toji is leaning up against the kennel eyes tired as they've ever been. He closes them and hums at the strong smell of coffee and syrupy waffles. You crouch down in front of him, teetering left and right ungracefully on the balls of your feet.

"Wanna come out and eat?" You cock your head to the side, lip pulled into your mouth as you hold back a toothy grin. "I'm gonna be gone most of the day so it'd probably be nice to stretch your legs a bit."

That handsome scowl is still plastered there, like it's the only face he knows how to make anymore. The circles under his eyes are dark, the usual bright green of his irises turned dim. Unbeknownst to you, he couldn't grapple with the fact that he had huffed your panties and humped the hard plastic underneath him like some kinda dog in heat. That sick little part inside you feels ecstatic that you made him this way— though the only thing you have any inclination of making him into is a sleep deprived old man. He shudders at the thought of you knowing what he had been up to for more than half the night. The only thing keeping him sane is the fact that he'd forced himself not to cum. The lie he was spinning to himself about not being such a piece of shit that he'd coat the inside of his boxers while licking your slick out of your panties was becoming hard to hold onto.

"What's the catch?" There was always a catch with you. You wouldn't give him a single thing easy.

"I have to chain your feet." You mumble, taking a sip of the dark liquid that was supposed to be for him and making a face. "Hands too once you've eaten. Y'know insurance and all that."

He sighs, he's walking a thin line and he knows it. He's on the edge of agreeing to anything if it'll give him just a bit more freedom. Hell, he'd take being drugged again. Anything's gotta be better than being cooped up in a dark room like a damn animal.

So he nods. Nice, slow and submissive. You grab the cuffs for the little bit of extra assurance while he makes his way to the seat and small table you have bolted into the floor and wall. You set the food in front of him and he lets you kiss his forehead like you're some freaky Stepford wife before you get onto your knees and chain them together and then attach it to the chair.

Toji's coming to terms with the fact that he may actually be going insane. The whole time you're on your knees he's picturing you with his cock your mouth, nose pressed to his pubes as you choke and gag around him. He remembers the way you smiled, mouth stuffed full with drool running down your chin. It's all your fault, of course.

He snaps out of it when your look back up at him, fashioning your finger in a come hither motion until he juts his hands out for you to remove the handcuffs. You oblige and stand to your feet, dusting your hands off on your bare legs. Your fingers fist the fabric of the shirt you had been nice enough to give him the day prior. His eyes blow wide, the crease between his brow dissipating into nothing. You bring your face close, feigning a kiss but stopping just as your bottom lip brushes his. His breath is ragged, eyes darting around your face as if there's answers hidden beneath your pores. There isn't.

"I'll be back to say bye. So be good and eat up." It's curt and to the point. He looses out a breath when you pull back and make your way to the door. He turns his body and watches you the whole way, pretending to both you and himself that his eyes aren't wandering your frame. Convinced he's only half hard because it's morning and he hasn't cum in days despite being stimulated. He says nothing as you leave the room, just stuffs his gob with waffles and washes the buttery-sweetness down with the bitter taste of coffee.

Once you've pulled yourself from depraved daughter to socially acceptable scholar you return to his side, he's sitting with a hunched back and bored look in his eyes. Your fingers run over the smooth surface of the little device in your hand, elation licking up your spine.

"Alright Ji, I'm off for the day." Your hands itch behind your back as they slip the little cylindrical shaped object in your back pocket. "Gonna miss you while I'm gone."

You unlatch a twin pair of cuffs from where they hang off your belt loops. They give him a larger range of motion, not large enough to hinder the plans you've made him for the day though. He's obedient and almost adorable as he pouts, listening to the click of the cuffs. "How long are ya gonna be gone?"

"Mmm…" You tap your chin, counting the hours in your head. "About 6 hours? Maybe less if I miss you too much."

You jut your bottom lip out in a mock kiss you know he won't return. He sighs and when you look at him he looks like a puppy who's begun missing it's owner before they've even left. It almost makes you go back on your plan. Almost.

"I lied a bit." You bite your lip as if it'll soften the blow. "Well it's not a lie— more like I just didn't tell you the whole truth."

"You're a fucking piece of work, you know that?" He hangs his head, laugh puffing from between his lips.

"It's what makes me so fun." You tease, your hand pulling the device from your back pocket. You wave it in front of him, putting it on display like you've got the best thing at show and tell. He looks up at you through his shaggy bangs, nostrils flared and baring his teeth but saying nothing.

Your fingers hook into his boxers and he pulls on his restraints. Your mouth waters as his cock springs free, slapping him in the stomach. His tip is red and leaky, you cant help but plug it up with your tongue. You hum when the salty flavor hits your taste buds, shaking your head and attaching the mini bullet vibrator to it and securing it with the medical tape in your other pocket.

You pull your phone out, turning the bright screen toward him to which he squints at. "You see this little graph here?"

He cocks his head to the right and you realize he really is. You wanna put a collar on him and hear him whine and moan about it. The thought excites you too much, your panties are starting to dampen between your thighs and you've only got five minutes before you have to leave to make it on time for your first lecture.

"I have the controls for our new little friend." Your fingers plays over the screen, putting it on the lowest setting. Toji's hips buck, pulling on his restraints as the sounds of vibrations fill your ears. "This is the lowest setting."

"You're gonna leave me here for six hours with this fucking thing on?" His chest is heaving as your finger slides against the screen, upping the intensity every other word. You ignore him, the answer is obvious. Yes, you were gonna leave him here to bask in the glory of edging. You want to tease and play until he's begging to cum. Until his balls are swollen and angry and his hips are bucking into nothing so he can play at the idea of an earth shattering orgasm.

"This," You smile, bumping the intensity as far as it allows. "Is the highest setting."

He falls forward, muscled shoulders shaking while his balls pull so close to his body he thinks they might settle back inside him. It's too intense. It hurts and it feels good. He hates you and he wants you to make him cum.

You bring it back down to the lowest setting, circling him in his chair. Your manicured pointer finger traces over his traps and down his chest. Goosebumps follow after your finger and he shudders. The dulled vibration from the toy you've forced onto him is less of a burden on his psyche, but a burden all the same. He's violently pushing out fat puffs of air from his flared nostrils, head hung and his scar down turned.

"I love you, Ji." You kiss him on the crown of his head, your sentiment makes him feel gross and muddy on the inside. "No cumming before I get home."

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Your palms sweat, elated at the idea of what state Toji would be in when you got back. The whole day you had been glued to your phone, messing with the intensity of his torture. Up and down. On and off. You wonder at the possibility of him cumming in the hour you had to take an exam and had left it somewhere in the middle on a pulse setting. You drum up a punishment, deciding that if he had cum you'd make him lick you through the bars of his enclosure. If he hadn't you'd offer him a night of luxury spent sleeping in a bed— next to you of course.

You can't hurry home fast enough, practically sprinting to your car and driving well over the speed limit. You're desperate and in need of a change of panties— the ones your currently have on had been soaked through by the end of your first lecture.

Meanwhile, Toji was sat huffing and puffing in his seat. Body folded in half as he uses the cool tabletop as a headrest. The skin on his face, chest and back was all tinged pink with both frustration and a desperate need to empty his balls. He wants to fuck something. Bad. To sheathe himself inside something to feel some sort of relief and fuck until his balls are emptier than they ever had been. He feels the vibrations quicken and the intensity ramp up just as he hears footsteps approaching.

When you crack open the door and sunlight peeks through he thinks he might cry out. His wrists are pulling as hard as they can against his restraints, corded muscle bulging out of his forearms. There's a vein blossoming through his pretty forehead that you want to kiss. You almost fall to your knees when you finally see him.

Big, burly and menacing as he always is, you expect him to glare and curse at you when you enter. He's like a dream. A wet one with tears and snot muddled together as his body spasms. He writhes like a corpse reanimated.

"Have you had fun today?" You coo, fingers carding through the hair sweat slicked to his forehead.

"You're evil. God I feel like my dicks broken." He gives you a non-answer. Glaring daggers at you, dull as they may be in his current state. His strong will was one of the many things you love about him and it was here painted like the renaissance in earth and jeweled pigments.

You had done well, brought him to the very precipice of mind numbing pleasure for hours. His balls were pulled tight, sitting close to his body with a tip that was bright red and gleaming with the sheen of precum. You wiggled out of your jeans, pulling your panties down along with them. Instead of discarding them on the floor you bunch them up, the little slice of fabric holding the excitement of the day being on the outskirts.

"Open." Your voice is soft, almost tinged with nurturing undertones as your nails hook into his jaw. He obliges. What else could he do? Wait for you to bring out another contraption that could make him forcibly comply? His mouth feels wet and dry at the same time. You stuff the panties in. His hips undulating into nothing as he growls at the fresh taste of your cunt.

With your back to him, you bend over. Your pretty manicured fingers digging into your ass cheek and pulling, your cunt on full beautiful display.

"Wanna cum in here?" You giggle and it's mean. You know he's teetering on the edge of want and responsibility. He's grunting and lapping at the fabric pressed to his tongue. He wants you. Wants to forget he's supposed to be mature and treat you like he's your father figure, but you've just about broken him. He's been ground down to his most basic instincts to fuck and cum and do as he pleases.

He turns his head, knuckles turning white in his forced denial. You laugh at him like he's just told you the joke of the century, the desperation in him is palpable. You sit on his lap, leaky cunt resting on his thigh just out of reach of his cock. You kiss along his jaw and he fights the screaming desire to let you— turning his head. You lick a bead of sweat that runs down his temple and savor the salty taste, though it's nothing compared to the savory notes of his precum you'd had earlier that morning.

Your teeth nip at his lobe and he fucking whimpers. A curse falls from your lips as you brush against the shell of his ear. "Fine, I'll give you your reward for being so good today."

You move off him, chaining the restraints at his wrists to each other and bending down to do the same for the ones attached to his ankles. You pull the panties from his mouth and smile at the strings of spit tethered from his mouth to the fabric. He had sucked the flavor out of them and as much as he'd hoped you didn't notice— you did.

You pull him to his feet by the interlocked cuffs around his wrists and pull him into the bathroom to shower him off. You take extra care washing his balls, massaging them with a delicacy you hadn't shown him thus far. You're both silent the whole time.

When you wash his cock he pushes you into the tiled wall, his head resting on the tile as he bites into your shoulder. It takes everything in him not to thrust into your hand. The pain of his bite grows and you can see blood trickling down your skin. It feels good, being hurt by him. You can feel the blood pulsing under his shaft and you know all too well he's trying to cum. You release him, pulling down the shower head and rinsing him off. You speed through the rest of the shower as fast as you can to keep yourself from shoving him to the floor and sinking down onto him.

Before you offer him the comfort of your mattress, you grab the food you'd been smart enough to order off the porch. Sitting opposite him at the table with his dominant hand uncuffed.

"Did you like your new toy?" You don't look up, forking a bite onto your utensil.

"Yeah, loved having my dick tortured by my step-daughter for six hours straight." It's sarcastic and mean, his words over exaggerated in the quiet of your home. "Y'know your old man's getting too old for this shit."

You roll your eyes, it's your turn to glare daggers at him. "Seemed like you liked it well enough when you were sucking me off my own panties."

He doesn't have anything to say to that. What excuse could he have to have been so willing? He spends the rest of your meal in silence.

You wash up, leaving him to stare out your large floor to ceiling windows in silence. The first he had seen of the outside world in days. He almost feels relaxed, closing his eyes but keeping his ears alert. They snap open when he hears the water shut off, head turning to watch you slink down the opposite hall. Your head ticks in a silent request for him to follow. He stands, chains tinkling with every loud step. He's still completely nude. And hard. His dick bobs up and down as he approaches, an immature part of you wants to laugh. At the risk of him not taking you seriously, you swallow it down.

He stops at the threshold of the door. Your bedroom. It's not overly girly and frilled with lace. There's a corkboard with pictures of the both of you that you've cropped your mother and Megumi out of sitting above a messy desk littered with reading material, your laptop and empty redbull cans. A normal set up for a very fucking twisted college girl.

"The hell did you bring me here for?" He grunts. You walk past him into the room, opening your dresser and pulling out a large pair of sweats and throwing them at him. Confident in his ability to pull them on with his hands interlinked as you undo the restraints on his feet.

"Your reward, obviously." You say like it's the most logical thing in the world. He looks around as if the reward in question will jump out at him before wondering if the gift of pants had been it all along.

"And that is…" He trails off, waiting for you to connect the dots for him. He bends down to pull the sweats over his feet and you watch as he jumps into them. He hisses through his teeth as the fleece brushes over his sensitive head.

"I'm letting you sleep in my bed." You smile, ditching what's left of your clothes into the hamper by the door. "Aren't I so kind?"

He looks away to keep himself from drooling over your nakedness. He feels like he's in heat, like the sight of an ankle could send him into a frenzy.

"I'm sure you'll also be sleeping here." He sounds less than excited. To be fair, he is. His dick is still throbbing and your bed is only a full size. He can only imagine what rewards await him.

"Well, of course." You snort, pulling a thin tank top and a pair of boyshorts on. He sighs, settling onto the bed to put himself to sleep as quickly as possible. He's on his side, teetering on the edge to put as much distance between you as your small bed will allow. He feels the mattress dip beside him, the warmth of your body radiating over him like a blanket despite the space between you. You let him.

"G'night, daddy." You whisper, turning your bedside lamp off with a click.

That night, Toji dreams it's you in the cage. His dick between the bars, leather leash in his clenched fist. He pulls it taut, the grid from the bars embedding into your pretty face as he fucks his thick cock into your throat.

"C'mon baby, open up for daddy. Let me play in that pretty throat." He's smiling. The scar on his lips elongating with a vicious flash of canines as he watches drool push past the corners of your mouth. Your lashes are coated in tears, the mix of fluids is dripping down your chin onto your chest. His hips stutter and he can feel the cum inching from his balls to his shaft. He pulls out of your throat, a pwah! sound and drool falling from your swollen lips as he does.

His calloused hand wraps around himself, choking his length in a death grip as he strokes it. A sound between a cry and a growl cracks in the back of his throat as he paints you with his cum. Thick white ropes landing in your hair, across your forehead and cheeks. He finds joy in using his tip to smear it over your lips. You look so fucking pretty. Morals be damned.

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His eyes fly open, his hand is gripping his cock like a vice. He feels unclean. Beyond perverted and fucked up. He wants to say it's your fault. That you had somehow come up with a contraption that could fabricate such a dream and torture him. Any excuse not to hold himself accountable for the sticky feeling inside his pants. He lifts the elastic, peering in and relishing in the fact that he hadn't cum in his pants. But more than feeling warped beyond saving, he's disgustingly horny.

He tells himself it's alright that he's flipped over to face you, scooting closer so your ass presses into his dick. The pressure feels like a god send. He deludes himself, blaming you for the way he pulls his pants down so they sit just below his heavy balls. You did this to me he thinks as he slots himself between the meat on your thighs.

"Down boy." Your voice crashes into him like a bad accident. He thrusts anyway, pre coating the inside of your thighs. "You hear me? If you keep going I'm gonna fuck you."

He groans into your shoulder. You try to wriggle away but he uses his shackled wrists to circle you. His beefy arms are around your waist in needy protest as his hips continue to seek fulfillment.

"Toji." Not daddy. Not 'Ji. Toji. The sound of his name rolling off your tongue has him biting the inside of his cheek.

"I need it. Fuck. I need to cum." He pants out, his teeth sink into the same spot they had the night before— reopening the wound. He laps at it, collecting the blood and humming at the metallic taste on his tongue. "I'll do anything you want, baby. Just let daddy cum okay?"

You smile to yourself, that depraved sadistic part of your heart swelling. Your eyes roll back in euphoric delight. You pull it back to neutrality before unslotting him from between your thighs. He hisses at the loss of contact. You turn to face him, cupping his face in your right hand while wrapping your left around his cock. His hips are stuttering into your hand, skin throbbing against your palm.

"Once you do this you're mine old man. You got that?" You flatten your hand against his tip and smoosh all his precum back against him. He nods, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring.

You make quick work of fastening his restrains to your headboard, pulling your tank and underwear down quickly thereafter. You want to give him foreplay. Relax your throat and feel him full and heavy inside your mouth as his cock makes friends with your uvula. But you're far too greedy. You want him inside you. To feel his girth stretching out your walls as he writhes underneath you.

He stares at your pretty tits and how they sit so perfectly on your chest, the expanse of your stomach all the way down to your pussy mound. Your pussy lips tease him. He wants to lap at your clit and drink your slick straight from the source instead of being force fed the remnants on your panties.

You hover over him, a violent glob of spit shooting from your mouth down to his twitching cock. You spit on the tips of your fingers as well and — though you don't need it— lather it against your patiently waiting hole. You hold him firmly, rubbing the spit you'd just given him over his shaft for an even coating before giving it a few passes between your folds.

"C'mon, don't do that." He whines. Toji Fushiguro whines. And you had made him. "Let me in. Let me feel your cute little cunt."

You smile down at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. His mouth opens in his desperation, shoving his tongue into yours and licking the back of your teeth. He has no one to blame anymore. He's about to fuck his step-daughter and he'd asked for it. Begged for it is more accurate, but that's something he is yet to admit to himself.

He moans against your mouth, your tongue wrapping around his as you ease his dick in. He's big. Just the tip has your mouth watering and he enjoys the spittle you transfer into his covetous maw. He's lifting his hips off the mattress, the balls of his feet digging into your sheets. You're mean and spiteful, using his chest to push yourself up further and further just to tease him. He groans, wrists red and raw from pulling at the restraints. Your headboard sounds like it's going to give out soon.

"All that protesting just to be so eager, hm?" You taunt, rolling your hips in a circle on his cock head.

"You're being a fucking brat." He spits, slamming back into the mattress with a pout.

"Hmm, I wonder who I learned it from." You laugh. He thinks you look beautiful, he wants to ruin you and make you cry. Swat your ass until it's red and raw with his hand print. To prove his point, you drop down with one fell swoop. A strangled sound comes from the back of his throat akin to the cry of a wounded animal. He fills you so deliciously that you can't help but cry out, your fingernails digging into his pecks.

His hips stutter, "Oh fuck."

Warmth pools inside of you and you're looking at each other like you'd been wronged by the other in some way.

"How naughty. Cumming inside your step-daughter like that." He looks mortified, like he wants to dissolve into nothing. His lips are wobbling and you wonder if he might cry. What a beautiful sight. Bringing the big, mean Toji Fushiguro to tears with your cunt.

You're glaring at him as you rotate your hips, finding a motion and rhythm that feel good. To hell with him and his one-sided pleasure.

"Sorry." He mumbles. You pretend you can't hear him and send an inquisitive hum his way. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"It's okay, 'Ji." You smile, grinding your clit into that black tuft of hair on his pubic bone. "You can go again right?"

"Yeah baby, lemme take care of you." His mouth is moving faster than his brain, too eager to please in his pussy drunk state.

Your hands find purchase on his chest, slamming down onto his now half hard cock. He feels like the wind has been knocked out of him. Every time he catches his breath you bring your hips down to steal it away again. He think he might die inside you. And what a beautiful final resting place. All nestled snug inside where everything is warm and good. How kind of you to let him decay and rot within your beautiful walls.

He's so sensitive and you're using your cunt like a machine. Milking him as you purposefully make your walls spasm. He watches tentatively as his cum seeps out of you and pools onto his pubic bone.

He's pulling and pulling on his restraints, your headboard groaning with his forceful ministrations. You hear the wood snap before you realize what's happened. He has you flipped over, your tits pressed against cool sheets with his palm spread over the bottom of your spine. You purr like a cat when his hips come flush against your ass. His fingers thread into your hair too close to the scalp. It stings when he pulls you up, his abdomen pressed into your back. Deciding last second he'd rather have you close.

"You've been so mean to me baby." It's low and threatening. You turn your head to give him those pretty, pleading eyes that have always seemed to work on him. They don't. Not anymore. "It's daddy's turn."

His hips pull back, slow and sultry, before snapping forward without any consideration for your much smaller body. Not caring that you were rather unused to a man of his size. You watch his hand wind up, smacking your ass with reckless abandon. It stings, but more than that it feels so fucking good. You can feel the skin swelling as his palm soothes the wound.

"Count." He barks, nipping at that same spot on your shoulder. He sinks his teeth even deeper, reopening the wound. His hand winds up again, his thrusts quickening before his palm connects with your asscheek again.

"One." You breathe out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. His teeth grind down harder, he groans as another slap meets skin and your pussy clenches. "Two."

He continues on like that until you reach ten, eyelashes wet as sobs wrack through you. Your shoulders shake and your ass throbs. Toji finally unlatches his jaw, his teeth stained with your blood as he smiles down at you.

"You like it don't you?" His hips meet your ass even more brutally. "You made me like this. Tell daddy you like it, baby."

He's spiraling, descending into madness as you wrap around him. Little sobs of his name falling from your lips.

"Quit your crying, sweetheart. I wanna hear the words come from that pretty little mouth loud and clear." He pushes you deep into the mattress, your tears darkening the sheets below.

"Love it, Ji. I wanna love all of you. Give me everything." You're babbling, looking at him through your peripheral with a lazy smile plastered on your face. His fingers reach down and play with your clit, using your slick as lubrication. The last thing you need is more stimulation, you're already teetering on the edge of euphoria. He's hitting what feels like the back of your pussy with no room left to thrust, yet he still pushes forward. Tries to make a home for himself inside you.

This wasn't just sex or even anything close to making love. No, this was animalistic. This was fucking.

"You gonna squeeze me tight when you cum? Make me feel how badly you've wanted me to take you like this?" His words alone spur you to a place beyond pleasure, pressed against your back and saying every dirty thing you'd ever imagined. He pinches your clit and your vision goes white and starry. You hear a crackled yelp and realize it's you, all whiny and drawn out. Your body slumps into the mattress below with a solid thud. He doesn't stop his movements, just puts his hands under your belly and lifts you back into an arch.

"Oh baby, we're not done yet." He coos, swiping stray strands of hair from your sweaty forehead. Enjoying himself too much as he watches your legs tremble and shake underneath you like the little fawn you are.

"My legs won't stop shaking." You cry. Your fingernails dig into his bicep and he finds you disgustingly endearing.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy's got you." He soothes, kissing your hair as his hips slow. Your cunt is still fluttering around him. You feel like you're half way outside your body when he flips you onto your back. His thumb comes up and wipes the saliva that's beginning to dry on the corner of your mouth. You look so pretty laid on your back, hair fanning out around you. It feels wrong, sitting deep inside your wet cunt and staring down at your nakedness. But that makes him enjoy it all the more, the wrongness of it all.

His palms lay flat against the underside of your thighs, pushing them until your knees are touching your ears and your belly rolls in on itself. Your eyelashes are still wet as you stare up at him lazily, mouth parted and inviting. He presses his body weight down on you, it feels good to be crushed by him. You want him to chew you up and spit you out. To be meaner to you than you've been to him for the last four days.

"Look so pretty sweetheart." He coos, pulling his hips back slowly. You gasp when you feel his dick slip out, whining and pawing at him.

"Put it back. Please put it back." You mewl. He ignores you, using the mix of cum and slick to glide against your pussy lips. "Toji."

"You've been teasing me for days but the moment I do it, it's a problem." He laughs, "I'm trying to control myself here."

Your arms are reaching up, pulling him down by his neck with a look that makes him wanna crawl inside your skin and never leave. "Don't be gentle with me, 'Ji. I told you to give me everything."

His eyes blow wide, heart hammering behind his chest. He's deluded himself into thinking he can come back from this. That he can fill you with cum, fuck you until you're battered and bruised just to slip back into a fatherly role. He can't, of course. Not without imagining you choking on his fingers while he fucks you behind everyone's backs.

"Daddy's greedy," Toji coo's in your ear, "I want this pretty hole too." He reaches down between you, past your pussy to thumb against your asshole. You let your calves rest against his shoulders, using them to raise yourself up and give him easier access. He follows you up, pressing his dick in at the same pace he pushes in his thumb. It's uncomfortable so you squirm as he pushes in to the knuckle.

His finger sits in its place inside you, his cock moving in and out. He can feel himself just a bit, girth stretching your walls thin. He thinks that alone might make him cum. He wants to shove a couple more digits in and make you cry, but he decides against it. You'd definitely like it though, begging for more through tear filled eyes.

The angle he's fucking you in is hitting your bladder, pistoning hard as he begins to curl his thumb in your ass. Your toes are curling and you can feel all the water you drank the night before begging to burst free. You clench around him, thinking that if you can just make him cum you can run and relieve yourself.

With every pulse you're drawing him deeper and deeper into whatever sick little world you live in. The world where step-daddy's can fuck and fill their step-daughters to their hearts content. He no longer hears that little voice in the back of his head that tells him its wrong to be filling your ass and cunt in tandem. No, that little voice is telling him to shove the fingers on his free hand down your throat until you choke and gag. Spurring him on to be mean and vicious, everything he has always known lives inside him but has stuffed down to pretend at being a family man.

He doesn't care about any of it. He wants to fill you with him to the point of bursting. Wants to press down on your stomach and watch his cum leak out and smile at the thought of putting a baby in you and ruining your young fucking life.

That's who he really is at his core. Dirty, disgusting and depraved enough to reach for your jaw with his free hand and wrench it open. Your tongue lolls out as if this is all natural and normal. He watches the way the back of your throat opens and closes, the way your uvula wriggles. He wants to stuff his cock in but instead collects his saliva and spits right into the back of your throat. You almost choke on it and the feeling of your stomach clenching involuntarily fills him with a deep satisfaction. He gives an especially hard stroke directly into your bladder, you feel a little trickle out at the abuse. A flush heats your cheeks all the way down to your chest.

"Toji, I gotta pee." You croak, your fingers clawing at his sweat slick back. It's like he doesn't hear you, his hips keep pistoning at that same cruel pace with eyes that seemed to have glazed over. "Toji."

"Oh just shut the fuck up and pee on me already. I'm not done." He groans as your cunt constricts him even further. You like it, the facade of a kind and caring father slipping off to reveal a monster only you have become acquainted with. Your body refuses to give way despite the pressure and strain building below your belly.

He looks down at you, face painted with fury with his top lip pulled up in a snarl. "I can't. It won't come out." You sob. Your body won't fully relax. Not with the object of your desires slotted deep inside you.

What he's thinking is splayed all over his features, 'Who the fuck can't just piss if they need to piss?' He pulls his thumb out of you and lets your body fall roughly down onto the mattress. You think he's gonna let you go. Let you scurry off to the bathroom and maintain some semblance of your dignity. Not that you had much to begin with.

Unfortunately not. Instead, he fucks into you harder. Hits that yummy little spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your bladder ache even more. "Pee."

The demand makes you flush even deeper, you try to wriggle your way out of his grasp but his hands lock you in place. You feel too good on his cock for him to let you go and your bladder is taking up too much of the room inside you he wants to make his own.

"I told you I fucking ca-"

He slaps you. Hard. Your jaw hangs open and your ears ring. The damn of yellow threatens to break free as you focus on the stinging on your cheek and he looks at you like he's done a very good thing. "Watch your mouth, kid. Now piss for daddy, yeah?"

His palm comes to rest on your lower belly, pushing down and slowly increasing the pressure. It had been fine and dandy when you had held his dick and watched him piss. All the while you were too ladylike to piss on him? To hell with that.

He hips snap with a newfound ferocity, his green eyes sending you a silent threat to disobey him. His fingers work your clit like he's known it for years. You can feel the scrape of his tip at your entrance as he threatens to pull out of you, every vein as he carves out your insides to mold to him. It's overwhelming even without him using his full body weight to press on you. His dick throbs inside you and you know he's close. You want it. He makes you want, want, want. Always wanting for him.

He hits a spot inside you that the monstrous dildo in your bedside table had never even hit, and that's when he gets you. His ruthless cock soothes every tense nerve in your body. You don't even realize you're cumming until you see the slightly yellow tinged waterworks spray over him. It's coating everything. It's in his hair and dripping down his chin. He's gross enough to open his mouth and you watch his adams apple bob as he swallows, eyes rolling back.

Toji falls forward, hiking your legs back up over his shoulders as you quake underneath him from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Oh, you're so fucking gross." He coo's in a way that feels more like a compliment than an insult. "Did so good for me. That felt good didn't it baby?"

"Toji…" You cry, fingers leaving more red scratches down his chiseled back. "No more. You're gonna break me."

"Then fucking break for me sweetheart." He grunts, but its him that breaks. He's biting and nipping at any inch of skin he can. Fingers digging into the plush meat on your hips like it's gonna bring him down to earth any faster. That pool of warmth is seeping into you and it feels even better than the first time. His lips find yours again, drooling and growling as he rocks his hips to ride out the rest of his orgasm. He bites down on your bottom lip so hard it splits, he licks at it and hums to himself.

Once his cock has spit every last drop of cum into your greedy little cunt he pulls out of you. Covered in piss and sweat and pussy juice as he flops next to you, panting. He sits up on his elbows big and burly as ever in your tiny bed as he watches his fluids leak out of you. He frowns, pushing them back in with his middle and pointer just for it to come leaking out again. He stands to his feet, bending down and giving you a nice view of his muscled ass and empty balls hanging between his legs. He smiles, thinking himself rather smart as he picks up your panties and flops back down next to you again.

"Open up." He teases. You raise a brow, maw opening slightly with a confused look on your face. He sighs, swiping a hand over his beautiful visage like you've got half a brain. "Your legs."

You glare at him for the silent insult, hooking your arms under your legs and spreading them. He collects what he can of what's leaked out on his two fingers before stuffing it back inside. He chuckles, watching you bristle as he stuffs the panties in after.

"What the hell are you doing?" You bite, slapping his hands away despite the fact he'd already accomplished his goal.

"Said you wanted to give Megs a sibling, right?" He smiles at you like he'd just said something mind-blowingly smart.