OlderBF!Toji got sick of his bratty young ho girlfriend poking fun at him for being older, knowing damn well he can fuck the attitude right outta her if he wanted to.
𑣲Content Warnings: age gap (Reader: early/mid twenties, Toji: late thirties/early forties) implied marathon, overstimulation, breeding, slight dubcon if u squint and tilt ur head (barely), creampie, headlocks, dacryphilia, improper use of Heavenly Restriction(a lil), toji being mean but then being sweet again :3
Sex with Toji was good—Reeeeaaallly good. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't wonder what it would've been like to fuck him when he was younger, to have your beast of a man drill you with the kind of fervor that only comes from guys your age—or so you thought.
He was used to your antics, teasing the loud grunt he’d make when getting out of bed in the morning, how he couldn’t figure out how to pair his shitty old phone to the Bluetooth in his car, even his choice in emojis and TV shows. He always gave you the same reactions, shooting you a deadly glare, ruffling your hair or even landing a hard smack! to whichever ass cheek of yours is nearest.
But what he didn’t expect, was for you to bring the teasing into the bedroom.
He was grinding into you slow and deep, savouring the friction of each vein and ridge rubbing against your warm insides. You ground your hips back into him, shooting him a shit eating grin before hitting him with a quip you’d come to regret.
“Harder Ji, C’mon show me what that Heavenly Restriction can do,”
He chuckled deep, snapping his hips just a smidge harder, nudging his tip deeper into your cunt. “Careful what you wish for,” Another loud plap! of his pelvis smacked against your ass.
“Mmm, I get it,” you started
“Worried you gonna fracture your hip?”
You watched his face drop, a devilish smirk tugged at his lips.
“I’m gonna give you one last chance 'cause I really don’t think y’know what you’re gettin’ yourself into, girlie.”
You had him right where you wanted him, now for the last little push-
"Aww baby, c'mon—haah—jus' one more hm? Can you do that f'me pretty girl? Just one more?"
You couldn't tell how long it had been. After round three he flipped you onto your back, sometime around round six you almost slipped off the bed entirely. At this point, you had changed positions so many times you began to wonder how much longer until you'd pass out from exhaustion—struggling to keep up with his seemingly infinite libido.
"Ngh—t-Toj, s'too much," you mewled, eyes bleary from depletion as you grasped desperately at the sheets. One more he said, a plea adorned with praise and flattery in an attempt to ease you into your next inevitable orgasm.
Your face was buried in his pillows, the scent of cigarettes and cologne overwhelming your senses as tears and drool soaked into the cushion. Large hand tracing up and down your spine, he pressed your already impossibly deep arch further, angling his hips to rut into your poor cunt even harder.
He reached down to grip your jaw, harshly pulling you up to meet his gaze. Dark eyes pierced into yours, primal and hungry. Your arms pathetically dangled in front of you till they found his veiny forearms, holding on for dear life as he used you like his own personal fuck-toy. Every pitiful whine that bubbled from your throat only egging him on further.
"Too much huh? Isn't this what you wanted? Ngh—for me to fuck you stupid?" His thumb smeared tears around your flushed cheeks, mascara running down your neck leaving pretty little streaks across the array of purple and red hickeys painting your throat.
His already vicious tempo intensified ten-fold, his pelvis blushing bright red from each cruel thrust, wet sounds of your aching cunt filling the room.
His hips stuttered from sensitivity, still bottoming out and fucking his nth load back into your dripping pussy. Every nudge of his thick cock head against your cervix forced your eyes to roll back into your head, jaw hanging open as spit ran down your chin.
Fucked stupid. Any word or thought that began to form in that cute little head of yours was immediately knocked out your ears by his brutish thrusts. Bruises from his rough grip decorated your thighs like abstract watercolour—dirtied from cum and slick.
He knocked an exceptionally puny sob out of you, causing his rhythm to falter slightly. "you alright, kid?" he probes, earning an eager and frantic nod as you bounced your hips back against him—meeting his sloppy thrusts halfway. "Mmm, atta girl."
He took the opportunity to snake his arm around your throat into a mean headlock, laying you back onto the bed as he pressed his weight down onto you—thick cock stirring your insides.
The new position was both suffocating and euphoric, allowing him access to that gooey spot that always had you gushing around him. He flexed his arm harshly, causing your cheeks to puff up around him as your drool and tears ran down his bicep.
Your already incoherent noises turned into straight babbling when he hiked your knee up with his own, rutting into you even deeper, cock fucking you to the hilt.
"Feel good doll? Y'feel so fuckin' good t'me—haahh"
That familiar pressure bubbled in your tummy, pleasure shooting through to each nerve as he nudged against your sweet spot over and over and over. You choked on another pathetic coo, whining and crying out muddled whimpers as you rode out another mind-numbing orgasm.
He felt the way you shifted beneath him, the tight squeeze of your walls a sign of your climax—but he didn't stop.
Instead, he snaked his free hand down to your gushing heat to rub harsh circles to your sensitive clit. You jerked and thrashed beneath him, nails digging into his strong arm, almost breaking skin.
Your incessant clenching and writhing brought him closer to yet another release, chasing the barely-there friction from your slippery cunt before spurting out another warm load. "F–fuck-" he groaned into your hair, his body limply softening around you, catching his breath.
He pulled out nice and slow, earning a gentle whine from you at the now unfamiliar emptiness. A warm gush! of your juices leaked out of your hole, running down and pooling into the bedsheets. He sat back on his heels, admiring your placid form melting into the pillows.
A warm hand palmed your ass, spreading you open enough for him to watch his cum drip out slowly, topping it off with a light smack against the cheek, massaging over the redness. You pushed against his palm, peering at him over your shoulder expecting to see those rapacious emerald eyes staring back. Instead, his gaze was soft—all love and delicacy.
Lips curled into a smile, his hand moved up to the small of your back to rub soothing circles into the skin.
"Y'did so good baby, so, so good." Praise falling from his lips as he massaged the soreness from your spent form, eventually slipping out of bed to fetch a warm rag and one of his shirts.
The night melted away slowly, nuzzled in the crook of his neck as he held you close, kisses peppering your forehead.
"Next time you run your mouth like that, I won't be so nice, got it?"
A/N: HIIII i hope u enjoyed this lil drabble, it was very fun to write hihi <3 if u saw any grammar mistakes no u didnt lol shoutout dilf toji and dilf toji enthusiasts we are the backbone of society. Also has anyone seen wuthering heights yet? im scared to cuz im lowkey sick of jacob elordi and everyone in it has iphone face sooo we'll see. (sorry if that was mean) anywayss love u thanks for reading :33
