Teasing older bf toji fushiguro
the old man had enough of your teasing.
pairing : older bf toji x reader
content warning : rough sex, possession, verbal degradation, hand-over-mouth, teasing, overstimulation, cockwarming, body worship, filth, explicit sexual content, 18+, mdni.
the first and foremost thing Toji ever loved about you wasn’t your laugh, your smile, or even your sweet little moans.
It was the fact that you were a goddamn tease.
you had this act—big, wide doe eyes, batting your lashes like you didn’t know exactly what they did to him. that little pout of your lips when you pretended to be upset. tilting your head when you asked for something like you were some pure little thing.
but Toji Fushiguro knew better. knew there was not a damn ounce of innocence behind those eyes.
and it amused the hell out of him. how you could just look at him and make his cock twitch in his boxers. sometimes he swore his dick could recognize you before his brain did.
tonight’s no fuckin' different.
he comes home, tired from work, and there you are on the couch, bare legs out, his shirt hanging just low enough to cover your pussy… if you sat still. but you don’t. you keep shifting, letting the hem ride up, flashing the lace edge of your panties.
he stops dead. “the fuck you wearing, princess?”
you blink up like you’re confused. “your shirt?”
“yeah? not much else though.”
he kicks off his shoes, eyes glued to the soft spread of your thighs. his cock gives a painful twitch, already pressing thick against his boxers.
It’s never just tonight. you do this all the time.
last week, you were making breakfast in the kitchen wearing shorts that could’ve been underwear. he walked up behind you, saw how the hem was swallowed between your ass cheeks, and lost every ounce of restraint.
big hand shoved down the front. no panties. he fuckin' knew it. his cock was grinding into your ass before you could even set the spatula down. he bent you over the counter, fucked you slow and mean while your eggs burned.
a couple days ago, you wandered into the room in a robe, nothing under it. bent over to “pick something up,” flashed him your bare pussy. he just came back from work and was mid-call with a friend. he hung up without missing a beat, yanked you into his lap, cock out, bouncing you on him with one big hand on your hip.
“can’t even give me ten fuckin’ minutes to breathe after work, huh?”
his other hand’s tugging at your robe, baring more of your chest. “gotta get my cock hard the second I walk in.”
and now, tonigt, you were teasing him again. but he ain't having it. that man was done with you. he was too old for this shit.
two steps and he’s in front of you, one hand grabbing your ankle and dragging your leg open. you start to close it. he grips your inner thigh so hard you gasp.
“stay fuckin’ still.”
he pushes your shirt up until your tits spill free. your nipples are already pebbled, begging for his mouth.
“yeah. this what you wanted, huh? sit here, legs spread, wait for me to come home so you can make my cock hurt.”
he shoves his hand between your legs, rubbing you through the thin cotton. his thumb presses down on your clit hard, until your hips jerk.
“fuckin’ soaked,” he grunts, dragging the fabric to the side and sliding two thick fingers inside without warning.
“always dripping for me like a slut. you walk around the house like this thinkin’ I’m not gonna fuck you raw?”
you moan, clutching his forearm as he curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes your knees go weak.
“tight little hole… bet it’s hungry for my cock.” he pulls his fingers out, shoves them in your mouth before you can catch your breath. “suck it and taste it. that’s what I’m gonna be fucking later.”
you think he’s done, but he’s already unzipping, pulling his cock out. thick, heavy, flushed, the tip swollen and leaking. he doesn’t even take his pants off.
one rough grip to your hips and you’re flat on your back, the shirt riding up your ribs. he pushes into you slow, forcing every inch in until your mouth falls open around a choked sound.
“yeah… stretch around it, baby. take all of me.”
his pace starts deep and deliberate, hips slamming into yours, his balls smacking your ass. one hand’s on your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head swim.
“feel that? that’s me, all me. keep teasing me, this is what you get, fucked until you can’t even close your legs.”
you’re already a mess, clinging to him, nails digging into his shoulders. he fucks you through it, grunting in your ear, sweat dripping from his temples.
“gonna cum in you, leave you leaking down your thighs while you’re making dinner. you’ll smell like me all fuckin’ night.”
later, your shorts are on, tank top barely covering your tits, and you’re at the stove trying to cook. he walks by, sees your ass jiggle with each step, and presses his still-half-hard cock against you from behind.
“dinner can fuckin’ wait,” he growls, hand slipping down your shorts. “my dick can’t.”
and you already know, you’re not eating for a while.
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