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You work as a babysitter, you love your job even though there are times where it sucks when the kids starts crying or throwing things at you when they're angry. You do try to remain patient with them because they were kids but deep down you wanted to grab them and swing them around like a helicopter and teach them a lesson.
You were currently on your way to your evening job, you got a message earlier by the fushiguro's family informing you that you needed to look after their son megumi who was 7 years old as his father whom was a single father would be away for quite sometime.
You reached the house, ringing the doorbell and awaited for the door to open. A few minutes later the door open revealing a little boy with dark spiky hair and a frown on his face. "hello there" you say with a smile as you wave at the boy but he only rolled his eyes at you and scoff in annoyance as though your mere presence itself has ruined his evening mood.
You remembered the name of the son, it was mentioned in the message earlier. Megumi, he was named Megumi but you didn't expect that he would be such a brat already. You chewed at your lips feeling irritated already. You took deep breaths to calm yourself, you knew you had to keep your composure at all cost and not ruin this night by losing your shit.
Megumi moved away from the door and let it remain open, not bothering to greet you. You look at him disappearing into the living room and settling on the large couch, watching whatever shows were playing on the TV.
You sigh, letting yourself into the house as you close the door behind you. Well, at least he would not be bothering you for now since he was occupied with the TV.
You look around the house, it was quite cozy and neat giving a peaceful atmosphere. You examine the house carefully before your inspection got interrupted by megumi. "make yourself useful and make me some food" he says in a commanding tone as if he was the boss in the house.
You nearly lost your shit right there and then. Who does this little guy think he is? Talking to you and ordering you around like that as though you were a mere puppet.
You see him glaring at you from the couch before his expression went back to neutral and bored. "Go on, why are you standing there like a statue, you're my babysitter aren't you? Then do your job"
Your eyes twitches, anger rising within the pits of your stomach and your fists clenches tightly. Megumi seemed to notice your reaction and a smirk appeared on his face. He was a brat and he knew it. He liked making his babysitters suffer and make them quit their jobs because of him.
He remembered all the babysitters that looked after him before. They all quit saying they are unable to look after him and went crying to his father that he was a turbulent kid.
You inhale sharply, taking one long deep breath before exhaling and making your way towards the kitchen, not even bothering to look at that pest that was sitting on the couch as though he was the king of this house. Well, technically he lives in that house but still he should have some manners.
You look around the numerous cabinets before finding a packet of noodles.
You sigh while putting a pot on the stove, water already in it as you set the fire ablaze and waited for the water to boil quickly.
You lean against the counter, zoning out in the process and for a moment your thoughts seem to catch your attention. Come to think of it, you haven't seen his father at all. He only contacted you through your phone but you never once saw how he looked like. Well, it didn't really matter since you weren't here for him and as long as you'd be getting the money then it's fine if you didn't see him.
You place the noodles in the boiling water and leaned back on the counter, sighing for what seems like the hundredth time this night.
You look over your shoulder to see what that brat was doing and to your surprise he was already staring at you. You raised an eyebrow when he looked away quickly before returning his gaze back with an intense glare. You rolled your eyes at him, did he really think that such a glare would scare you? Especially coming from a seven year old.
"What is your problem?" You finally push yourself off the counter and made your way to the couch, standing right in front of him with crossed arms.
He looks up at you and his glare only intensifies. "You, you're the damn problem." He replied and you felt your emotions going out of control again. How could a seven year old be this damn irritating.
You close your eyes for a moment, trying to control yourself from lashing out at this young kid. The only sound filling the silence in the room was from the low volume of the TV and the fire on the stove.
You open your eyes and glare strongly at him which made his eyes widen for a split second, it was as though he didn't expect someone to actually be defiant towards him since most of his previous babysitters were only complying to his every demands, no wonder he became such a spoiled little devil.
"Listen kid, I'm here to look after you not be your damn servant, so you better behave or I'll give you one hell of a spanking that you will never forget, understand?" your voice lowered, the tone becoming slightly threatening but you had no intentions of actually harming him in any way that might result in extreme injuries, after all you're not that cruel.
His eyes widened even more as though they were about to burst out of their sockets. He scoffs really loudly in annoyance and turned his face away from you. He crossed his arms over his chest and acted nonchalant towards you.
You grit your teeth in anger and bit your lip to try and remain calm but he was making it more and more difficult to do so.
"I live here so you will do what I say, my dad told me I can do whatever I want with the babysitters, so there's no problem with what I am doing."
He replied with an exaggerated tone as if stating his words as facts. However, there was something else that his father had told him not to do and that was to be on a bad behaviour towards the babysitters and to not give them a hard time but he was not going to mention that, why should he? He was having too much fun tormenting you right now.
"I will fuc-" you cut yourself off quickly realising you were about to cuss him out since you were losing your composure. You could see his face changing to one of amusement as if he was having a good time seeing you so defeated with him.
"What did you just say to me?" He raised both of his eyebrows and quickly gasp loudly, putting his hands over his mouth as if to show he was terribly shocked at your cuss words when in reality he was just mocking the hell out of you.
You sigh, realising it was useless to speak to him. You turned away from him and walk back to the kitchen to check on the noodles. He looks at your leaving figure, his eyes shining with victory as he sees you not fighting back anymore.
You turn off the stove, effortlessly grabbing a bowl and placing the noodles in it along with its delicious ingredients. You could smell the savory aroma filling your nose and it made your stomach growl softly but you knew you couldn't eat yet, not here at least maybe once you finish with this babysitting session and get home.
You walked to the couch and handed him the bowl. "Here" you said as politely as possible trying to hide the underlying annoyance that was brewing beneath your tone. He look between the bowl and you before making a disgusted face and pinch his nose as if the noodles stink of shit.
You saw red in that moment, you had an overwhelming urge to throw the bowl containing the hot contents right into his face but you held yourself back.
"If you don't want it then I'll just eat it." You grabbed the fork and twirl it around, filling it with noodles and bringing it to your parted lips. Just as you were about to take it into your mouth he snatched the bowl and the fork away from you with force. You gasped and wince in pain as you felt the sharp tip of the fork cutting over your lips due to his brisk movements.
You could taste iron and realised you were bleeding from your bottom lip. For a moment you could see his expression changing to regret and worry.
You had the urge to smirk knowing that he was just trying to act tough when deep down he actually cares but you couldn't even move your lips due to how much it was hurting from the fresh wound.
You see him looking away from you and soon his expression went back to neutral and an uncaring one. You frown at his sudden change, was he bipolar or something?
You went back to the kitchen and retrieve a clean cloth to wipe the blood away, once your bottom lip was clean enough you went to search through the cupboards for something to stop the ache of the injury.
Thankfully you've found some petroleum jelly in one of the cabinets and apply some on your lips. It was said that it was helpful to assist in injuries, especially wounds like the one you've just got.
As you were applying the jelly on your lip you glance at the couch and see him devouring the noodles. You scowl for a moment realising he didn't even bother to apologies for hurting you.
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Everything was back to normal for the past hours, he was not bothering you that much which you were grateful for, mostly because he was too busy in his own world to care about you.
Your eyes roam around the room before settling over the clock on the wall that was indicating the time. It was nearly eleven pm.
Your eyes went back to the TV that was still on throughout all of these hours. Was he not tired of watching a big screen for such a long time?
You approach him and see him laying lazily on the couch, he was on his stomach, his right leg hanging off the couch while his left hand was under his face. His spiky hair was all messy, his eyes closing before reopening to look at the TV screen. It was obvious he was getting sleepy yet he didn't want to go to bed yet. What a strange kid.
"It's time for you to go to bed" you said and grabbed the remote control on the glass table. You gasped in surprised when the remote was taken out of your hand in a precipitous manner.
"No! I want to watch more! Leave me alone!" He started yelling at you, you clench your fists in anger. Why was he being so difficult. No wonder those previous babysitters quit. However, you were not one to back down, you would put him in his place if needed.
"Give me the remote" you calmly stated and put your hand out so he could place the remote in it.
He moves the remote out of your reach and glare at you. "I said no! Are you deaf? Can't you understand me? What language do I have to speak to you?" he started being more upset that you were not allowing him to watch the television anymore.
You clench your jaw in frustration. "I said give me that damn remote, don't make me take it from you." your tone was now threatening, as much as you were trying to keep calm you were quickly losing it. You've had enough of this, since earlier he has been nothing but trouble and right now it was time to teach him a lesson.
He looks away from you for a split second and you took this as an opportunity to rush towards him and take the remote out of his hands. He was caught off guard and moved backwards quickly but to your horror he hit the vase that was behind him on the nearby table.
The vase falls to the ground with a loud thud and shatters to pieces, your eyes widened as you remain frozen in place. Fear and worry fills your body.
Oh fuck, oh fuck no, Mr Fushiguro would be so mad if he finds out. Even though it wasn't your fault that it was broken you still felt responsible since you were the only adult in the house right now.
Megumi looks at the vase and his eyes widened as well. He seems just as scared, probably way more scared than you but then you witness his eyes started to water which left you confused and more worried than before.
You felt your heart sink as the tears started filling his eyes quickly and rolling down his cheeks. He began sobbing which made you feel like shit. You look at the vase and realised that it must have been something extremely precious to him and his family.
At the same time, you heard the front door open and you felt your heart plunge to the depths of your ass. This night couldn't become any worst but somehow it did.
You felt the air shift drastically as you heard loud heavy footsteps approaching the living room, you were still frozen in place. Megumi was still crying his eyes out and you felt like you would rather stab yourself with the pieces of the vase and die instead of facing him
"What's going on here?" A deep voice resonates around the room, bouncing off the walls and making your bones scream with despair underneath your trembling skin. Oh my god, you were so screwed.
Your heart started pounding, you could feel his looming presence behind you like a dangerous predator. All of a sudden you felt all the energy of defiance inside you fade in a heartbeat.
"Face me" he speaks, his tone rough and intimidating. You hesitantly turned around and face him. Your eyes widened for a moment as you take in his appearance. What the fuck, was this his father? This man?
He was clad in a black compression shirt and loose sweatpants, you had a hard time controlling your gaze as your eyes kept swiftly lingering over his buffy chest that was pressing hardly against the fabric of his shirt. His abs were also very well defined beneath the material leaving your imagination racing for a split second.
You flinch when his slender fingers cup your chin firmly and tilted your heard upwards so you could look into his eyes. His dark eyes penetrating into your soul, intense threatening gaze that could melt your bones into a puddle.
"I won't repeat myself, what have you done to my son to make him cry this much?" His tone was not friendly, rather it was low and dangerous as though he was about to break your jaw with the hand that he was holding your chin with at any seconds now.
You swallow thickly, the sounds of megumi's crying was slightly weaker now but you still felt bad. Just as you were about to speak to explain the situation megumi cut through.
His trembling voice echoed around the space. "she broke the vase father" your eyes widened, what the hell? Why was he lying and why was he putting more emphasis on the middle word.
You see those intense eyes narrow to slits and your stomach churn with discomfort and fear. "Is that so?" He replies to his son, his hazardous eyes never leaving your worried face as he speaks. "Yeah, she tried to h-hurl it at m-me because I did not want to turn off the television," he responds, frantically wiping away his unending tears to add to the dramatic effect.
You felt the grip on your chin tightening really hard and you wince in pain. You see his eyes going to the broken vase on the ground, his gaze sharpening and the grip became even rougher, you felt your jaw hurting and your teeth clenching together in unease.
It seems his anger only increased upon seeing the vase in such a devastating state. His eyes flickered to megumi. "Go to your room, now" Megumi didn't even object and quickly made a run for the stairs. You realise that the only person he feared was his father and you couldn't blame him, you could just shit your pants right now from how scared or perhaps turned on you were from how scary he was looking.
You heard the door upstairs slamming shut. Now you were left alone with him downstairs, left alone to get reprimanded in the worst way possible.
"Do you even know how expensive this was?" You gulp at his words, your thoughts racing with worry, your mouth remaining shut as you were unable to speak. He releases your chin and steps closer to you, his tall build towering over you making you feel smaller than before.
"Do you even know this was the last gift my wife gave us before she passed?" your eyes widened, realisation hitting you like a brick. The keyword was right there, us, that included megumi as well. No wonder he was crying out of nowhere, that was the only gift and memory he had of his mother and now it was on the ground, wrecked to bits.
You felt slightly frustrated that you were getting scolded for something you didn't even do but then again it doesn't seem like he would believe you either if you said you didn't do it and that his son did it instead.
"I-im sorry s-sir I didn't know I promise I would pay you ba-"
He snickers, his eyes narrowing further. Anger flashing through them and increasing with each deep breath he took. "You really have a lot of nerves for your age, don't you think? You truly believe that you can buy me back this precious gift that my deceased wife gave me?"
You remain silent, he was right. This was a gift, something deeply cherished that cannot be found anywhere. Even money wouldn't be able to cover for this.
He takes another step closer which made you involuntarily step backwards. You feel the colour in your face leaving your body with each step he took. The air suffocating you, your lungs and mouth going dry quickly.
Heart pounding so hard you felt your chest starting to hurt.
"Answer me." Anger fills his voice, you see the veins on his neck bulging as he waited for you to speak. "N-no sir, it won't...." you pause your words for a moment before speaking again with a shaky voice. "It won't bring back your w-wife's gift"
You hesitated to look at him so you looked at the ground instead. He grabs your chin roughly, pushing your head up with a bit of force and making you stare at his precarious gaze. "Look at me when I'm talking to you" he hissed in anger, "you've broken that vase and now you have the audacity to turn your gaze away from me?, pathetic."
You wince at the roughness, all your words seems to leave you. Your brain vacating your body quickly.
"You will pay me back, do you understand?" His tone was harsh, leaving you with no other choice but to agree. You nodded, slightly confused because earlier he had said that even money wouldn't work.
"Not with money" he states as if able to read your mind. Your confusion only increases.
His grip on your chin loosens slightly before tightening again. He leans his face closer to you, his lips near your ears. "With your body" his gravelly tone pierce through your eardrums, the moment you registered his words your eyes widened. He pulls back to look at your face, enjoying your shocked reaction.
"What...? What do you mean?" The words fly out of your mouth, his gaze roamed over your expression clearly enjoying the way you were in a state of distress.
"Instead of repeating myself how about I show you" it wasn't a question and he made it clear by grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you down onto the large leather couch.
You gasped in surprised as you were not expecting this turn of situation. His tall stature hovering over you very closely. His large hands went to grasp at your wrists, his grip was very tight as he pins them above your head to make sure you don't escape him.
"How.. How will my body pay you back?" You managed to speak, your eyes went to his face and you see a smirk curving over his lips. He leans closer to your ears, his tone that was angry before turned huskier, slightly alternating towards a seductive timbre.
"The number of times that you'll be cumming on my cock would be the amount of money that will be extracted from your account, how does that sound hm?" your eyes widened, did you hear him right? No way.
"I- what! No! I am not going to let you use me like th-" One of his hands left your wrist to slam forcefully over your mouth which caused you to groan in pain.
Your unspoken words remaining deep into your lungs. "Are you disobeying me right now? Do you really think you're in any position to refuse me when you're under me right now?" he pauses before adding. "Especially now that you have shattered that vase."
Your lips quiver beneath his hand; he was correct—you were totally helpless and at his mercy at that very moment.
"Either you comply and give me your consent or I'll just wreck you into pieces but not with my cock" he pauses, his tone becoming dangerous again. "But with my fists," he said, his voice becoming low and menacing under the surface.
Your eyes widened, there's no way he would hurt a woman right? "I will make sure you feel every punch as well." Your expectation that he would not abuse you was dashed; what was wrong with this man?
He takes his hands from your lips and grins as he looks down at your helpless situation.
"I'm a person too! You can't just threaten me like that!" His eyes narrowed in slight irritation as you screamed directly into his face. In an instant, his hands closed around your throat, constricting your airways and causing your speech to fail.
He applies a firm pressure to ensure you comprehend the gravity of the situation and that any backlash might potentially endanger your life.
"will you give me your consent now?" He replies, crushing your lungs even more and relishing in the ways that you are battling for your life underneath him.
He did not even move as your hands reached his wrists and your nails began to dig into his flesh trying to get him to stop strangling you. Your eyes started to well up with tears as your brain started to shut down from the lack of oxygen.
At last, he removes his hands and witnesses your violent coughing fit and gasping for breath.
"I will give you my..." you say, pausing to consider the possibility that you could lose your life if you refuse to give in to him. His larger frame might easily overpower you if you refuse again. "Consent," you eventually said, having no choice but to comply to save your life.
"see? That wasn't so hard now was it?" He smirks and sits up on the couch to examine your disheveled state.
His hands reached for your clothes, tugging it off piece by piece; you were not sure whether this was a good idea, but the more his hands touched your exposed flesh, the more you wanted to give in.
His greedy eyes wandered over your body once you were nude, his throat constricted with want.
He could see every inch of your body drenched in perspiration. Most likely as a result of the work your body expended to take in air.
His hands begin to work to undress him, and as the garments quickly drop to the ground, your eyes enlarge. He seemed eager to get his wish fulfilled right away.
As his toned figure sprang into view, you watched as his drench skin matched yours.
Your gaze then descended from his body to his massive, firm cock.
It was coming apart. Tipping out with a spasm of cum only at the top.
He grabs hold of your thighs and pulls them apart forcefully as his ravenous eyes are fixed on your bulging, moist pussy.
His chest rises and falls quickly as he licks his lips, his cock twitching with the want to burrow itself inside of you.
His weight presses against you as he bends over you, pressing you into the sofa. As his warm breath touched your perspiring neck, a chill went down your spine.
"I am going to fuck your gorgeous pussy hm, mold it into my shape by the time I'm done with you yeah?" Those words were enough to make you give in completely
You felt his hips grind hard against you. His stony cock grazing your moist entrance and pushing over your pussy wanting to enter already.
You moan loudly but he covers your mouth. "My son is still upstairs, let us remember that." he mocks you.
His cock is pushed at your entrance, causing your hole to gently open and cling to the hot, moist tip.
He groans at the sensation of your walls pulling on his penis, suckling on his tip, and he totally loses control.
He drives his cock all the way in, penetrating your vaginal lining and experiencing the warmth and constriction of your opening.
"so fucking tight" he hissed and take a sharp breath
His eyes briefly drifted back, the sensation was exquisite. His last time burying his cock in such a nice pussy was quite some time ago but right now he enjoys this so much.
Your pussy tightens around his massive cock, milking him as if attempting to remove the skin off of his dick.
He gasps at the feeling, his massive hands gripping your hips as he gently moves his hips.
He hears your groans and gives you a warning look, prompting you to bite your lips in order to be quiet because his sleeping kid is in his room.
"Good, you are doing so well at being silent."
He moans and shakes at the feeling of his cock dragging over your walls as his hips move slowly.
He looks down at your messy state. Your hair was a tangle, your lips parted, and your body trembled as you held the sofa while his pace increased.
His hips smashed into yours, causing you to see the gateway to paradise.
"feels good?" he asks and you could only nod while trying to muffle your moans with one of your hands.
His tempo has intensified, his cock smashing so far within you that you can feel your walls stretching apart from the force.
You bit down hard on your hand, causing blood to ooze from the bite wound.
He sees this but doesn't stop, his cock stretches you out, plunging in and out quickly and strongly.
Your body moves backwards with the intense force.
Reaching for your injured hand, he brought it to his mouth. He extends his tongue and licks a long stripe at the newly drawn scarlet blood.
His cock divebunks deeper into you with anticipation as the taste of iron fills his tongue.
You scream as he bites down on the same hand, precisely in the same location. New waves of blood oozing out.
His warning stare reappeared when you made a loud noise and hastily covered your mouth with your free hand.
He pulls his hips back and then smashes it hard against yours. His cock sinking deeper and reaching new spots that made you see stars.
Your thighs trembled as your eyes rolled back, pussy clenching at the sensation.
His cock begins to strike various places inside you, playing with them impatiently.
You can feel his palm still clutching your damaged hand, and his tongue teasingly sucking on the blood like a vampire.
His cock pushes into your tastiest and most sensitive region, and your pussy squirts immediately, creating a waterfall mess on his hot cock.
He moans around your hand, his other hand gripping your hip as he continues to pound you without stopping.
Your pussy continues to spew new juice as his cock pumps vigorously inside you.
His lips left your palm, and your hand fell to your side as you stared up at him, his black eyes full of want as he looked down at your defenseless position.
"I'm close, hope you're on birth control darling"
Your eyes widened and your words cracked as you attempted to implore him to stop, but it was already too late.
With one more powerful deep thrust, his cock squirts his sperm deep inside of you, totally filling you up. You whimpered at the sensation and your cunt widens before clamping down hard like a vice causing him to shake and groan.
Your breathing got deeper as you felt every inch of yourself being filled. Your walls spasmed from the warmth of his cum.
"this wasn't part of the d-deal" you said breathlessly.
"what wasn't?" he ask innocently as he watches your squirmy body taking in his semen.
"you.. Cumming inside of me" your words were slurred with bliss. Your eyes hazy with different emotions that you could not quite understand.
As people say, "I am full of surprises." A cocky smirk touches his glistening lips.
His remarks caused your eyes to enlarge. Your breath hitched as he pulled out abruptly. Semen pouring from your used hole and onto the sofa.
His eyes darkened with want as he flipped you on your stomach and elevated your ass in the air. His hips were rubbing into your rear.
"what are you doing? Aren't we done?" You inquired, your thighs trembling from all the moist sperm sticking to your skin.
"oh no darling, we are far from done."
He leans his body against yours. His chest pressing against your damp back as his cock prods your hole before pushing inside.
"in fact, we are just getting started"