6 & 23 w joji?
You spread your legs out, expecting to feel the warmth of Joji but only feeling the coldness of the sheets on his side. You began to rub your eyes, letting out a slight yawn before climbing out of bed to waddle to the bathroom. Last night was a long night, to say the least, and you could still feel it.
You walked past the mirror on your way to the shower, only to backstep into its view. Your eyes widened once you gave yourself a solid once over. “What the fuck!” You rasped out, just now noticing the deep bruises on your neck. It was in the shape of a hand. But even that wasn't as bad as the various marks scattered from your thighs to your ass and even around your abdomen.
Joji strolled into the bathroom, walking up behind you to plant a kiss on your cheek. “Good morning.” He said with a closed-eyed smile.
“Look at this, Jo! I look like you threw me down the stairs or something!” He seemed to be amused by that though.
“Did I do that?” He asked sheepishly.
You scoffed before pulling away from him to go run your shower.
“C'mon, I know daddy’s little princess wasn’t complaining last night.” He sang all the while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“There isn’t enough makeup in the world to validate your point.” You said with a small laugh of your own, knowing that he was right.










