toji loves when you cockwarm him.
he’s slouched on the couch, one arm draped over the back and the other on your hips, holding you tight while his cock buries deep inside you. his eyes flicker between the tv and the way you’re grinding a little too much against him, heat pooling, legs trembling, hips rolling every now and then.
he smirks, low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watches you squirm in his lap.
“stop squirming so much, ma,” he mutters, his other hand sliding to your other hip, pressing you further down into him so you can’t ran away. “don’t think you’re gettin’ outta this just ’cause you can’t sit still.”
you whine, though you’re trying to pull back even a little. “i’m not moving that much!”
he stops you with a hand running through his hair, eyes dark with amusement. “oh? that’s it, huh? now you lyin’ to me?” he teases. “gonna try and tap me out now? you think i’m just gonna let you off easy?”
“toji—ugh! it would be more enjoyable if you could shut u-up!” you snap, hips rolling without control anyway, desperate for friction, for warmth. he laughs sharp, catching your wrist gently before you can shift.
“nah-uh,” he growls, teeth flashing in a grin. “this was your idea, mama. you wanted my cock, so don’t even think about runnin’ away, brat.”
“i’m not trying to run away!” you pout, pressing into him, but he hums against your temple, one hand spreading across your back to hold you flush with him. “cute. look at you… needy and twitchin’ for me. fuck, you look so good like this, baby.”
“you’re a pervert old ma—ugh!—f-fuck, toji!” you squeal when he thrusts hard suddenly into you.
“shut your damn mouth, ma,” he snaps, then smacks your ass lightly, making you yelp. “damn mouth of yours gonna be the death of you, woman.” he thrusts once again into you even harder, enough to keep you quiet and you gasp, frozen against him.
the tv is just background noise now, flickering light washing over you while he shifts slightly, letting you feel him perfectly inside you, every inch pressed against your heat. “mh, feel how deep i am, ma? and i’m not even movin’ yet,” he murmurs, one hand pressing down on your belly. “feel that? feel my big cock inside you?”
“mhmh feel so full, ji,” you murmur.
“yeah? you like that, huh? having my cock inside you and keeping me all warm,” he growls.
“mh, yeah, love it,” you reply, squirming despite his hold.
he chuckles, leaning down to press his lips to your ear. “good girl. already fucked up and i haven’t even started yet…”
you bite your lip, trying to hide the soft moan escaping you, cunt clenching even tighter around him.
“fuck, keep tighting like that and i swear i’ll fuck you on every surface in this house,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your most sensitive skin, keeping you perfectly locked onto him.
“would you even be able to keep up, grandpa?” you challenge softly, trying to turn it back on him.
“you should already know the answer, brat,” he says, smacking your ass again, making you gasp. “damn mouth of yours… i told you, woman,” he growls.
you clench your jaw, trying to focus on the sound of the tv to keep you steady, but every word, every touch, every subtle press of his hips drags you to keep searching for more. “shit… you got no idea how good you feel, sweetheart,” he murmurs, holding you steady. “so tight… makes me wonder if i’m doing a good job at stretchin’ you out.”
“toji… you’re impossible,” you murmur again, squirming slightly, hips brushing involuntarily against him. “i’m trying to stay still—stop talking like that!”
“you’re doing a horrible job at it, ma,” he laughs when he sees you pouting, then lowers his head and gives you a quick peck on your lips.
“c’mon, stay still for a bit more… let me see how much of a big girl you are and then maybe i’ll fuck you just like you want.”
