18+ ⟢ you and your husband toji placed a bet [part 1]
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you and toji have had sex multiple times over multiple days in a row—and you place a dare: whoever caves in first next time owes the other an expensive dinner. toji reluctantly agrees, despite his lack of money and lack of control.
the dare begins once you put the children to sleep. usually, toji would meet you at your bedroom door and kiss you until your legs hit the back of your bed. but tonight, he lays in the bed stubbornly, an annoyed expression pulling his lips taut.
“don’t look so grumpy,” you chuckle, sliding into the bed next to him.
he doesn’t even look in your direction, but you can see his legs shift under the covers. “how could i not be grumpy when you’re walking around like that?”
“like what?” you roll onto your side, holding your head up with your arm. you position yourself so your tits are pressing together. toji glances over for a second, and you can literally see him gulp.
“like that,” he states blankly, but the annoyance and arousal make his voice crack just slightly. “you know it turns me on to see you so motherly, baby. i wanna get you all pregnant again.”
it seems the roles have reversed now, and you’re having trouble sticking to the bet. it’s not like this bet has any high stakes—at least not for you—but the challenge is arousing, to say the least: the way toji’s resolve slowly crumbles each time he looks at you, the tension in his muscular arms and forehead, the growing bulge in his sweatpants underneath the covers.
“mm, do you really think we’re prepared to have another?” you tease, your fingers coming close to touching toji’s bare arm, just barely ghosting above it.
toji’s head snaps in your direction, his eyes wide and desperate. “of course we’re ready, baby. we could try tonight—”
“toji.” you cut him off, deadpan.
he tilts his head, his shoulders growing tense. “what? c’mon, are you really gonna take this dare seriously?” he leans on his side now, his thick chest pulling tight, muscles and arms flexing slightly next to you. “fuck, y/n, i haven’t had sex in like… 22 hours. damn, i’ll get you McDonald’s or something, please just let me fuck you.”
“i am not folding under any pressure.” you roll away, pulling all the covers with you.
you hear toji huff behind you—a sound between a sigh and a chuckle—before he pulls the covers back toward himself, causing you to roll back. you land on toji, closer than before. you’re basically laying chest to chest now, and your leg is brushing against his hard cock underneath his pants.
“hi, baby.” his voice is low and rough, and he lets out a sexy chuckle. he brings his hands around your lower back, his pinky sliding underneath the waistband of your panties. “this doesn’t count, right? i’m not doing anything,” his voice dropping to a whisper.
you curse yourself for not making stronger rules, because according to your dare, it only counts once you two kiss or have sex. foreplay was not part of the deal. so you shake your head, which causes toji to let out a small satisfied hum before his entire hand slides underneath your panties and grips your round ass. “how about we keep this dare going, hm? let’s see how long it takes for you to beg for this cock, baby.”
you whine and squirm underneath his hand, which only makes him grip you tighter, slightly pulling at the skin to spread your ass wide. “toji, mm—please. you’re making this hard.”
he lets out a low chuckle and continues anyway, enjoying the soft noises you let out under his touch. it’s almost unbearable how fucking mischievous he looks right now. he’s just waiting for you to fold under the pressure.
but the only pressure you feel is the one straining in your husband’s sweatpants. his cock is fully erect now, which you know because you can feel the large spot of friction against your leg. his hips are gently bucking up into you as he continues gripping your ass.
“this is—ah, this is cheating,” you sigh. it’s not fair that this bet is still going on. and it’s not fair that he can get away with so much of this…
so, if he wants to play dirty, you will too.
you slide off the man, and his hand releases from your pants. he props himself on his elbows and looks at you with a satisfied grin, so you gently tug at the waistband of his sweatpants.
“are you folding already, baby?” he tilts his head as he helps you slide his sweatpants off. your heart races as you see his thickness in his boxers, with a small wet spot from his leaking pre-cum. “i wish i could’ve teased you more.”
“i’m not folding,” you state, now pulling his sweats completely off and throwing them off the bed. “i’m just undressing you. that doesn’t count, does it?”
he leans back down against his pillow as you crawl up next to him. “hm, i guess not… this isn’t fair.”
“hah,” you lift your leg so you’re now straddling toji, and his hands immediately come to hold your hips. “it truly isn’t.”
you lift your shirt over your head and toss it somewhere—probably next to toji’s sweatpants. his eyes narrow, and he chuckles as he realizes what you’re doing.
“you reallyyyy want me to buy you dinner, hm?” his grip on your hips tightens, sliding along your now bare sides. “you’re so fucking hot. what did i do to deserve such a sexy wife?”
you’re unbelievably wet—you have been this entire time—but now the dare is seeming a whole lot less important, and you can tell toji is thinking the same thing. the way his eyes are admiring your body, the tension in his groin, his grip on your skin. you can already imagine the sound of his groans as he fucks up into you, pounding relentlessly at that sweet spot he never misses.
“toji…” you gasp, rutting your hips slightly against his crotch.
he tilts his head, watching your hips slide back and forth on his clothed cock. “yes, baby?”
you lean down, bringing your mouth close to his ear, leaving wet kisses on his jaw and neck. “let’s forget about this stupid dare.”
“fuck, i thought you’d never ask,” toji groans, pushing his hips deep against you. “i didn’t have any money for dinner anyway.”
yeah, you could tell.
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being not subtle at all when trying to seduce dad, bending over in the tiniest skirts with no panties, making sure he can see my boobs through my shirt, always wearing pigtails and playing with them in ways that resemble tugging... throwing a tantrum when none of it works because porn told me it would work!!
but now dad has to teach me a lesson about being a dirty girl and watching porn because i'm supposed to be his innocent little girl ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
Playing wedding with my dad as a little girl. Sweetly kissing him on the cheek and saying daddy is the only man on the whole earth for me. Not knowing that's the man I'm gonna marry in a few years.
