Kᴀɢᴇᴛᴏʀᴀ Aɪᴅᴀ || Hᴇ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇs ̊˖𓍢ִ໋💥

The morning light filtered through the kitchen window as Kagetora hummed softly, folding laundry at some nearby chair. The rhythmic rustle of fabric was accompanied by the radio he had on, some kind of rap mixed with rock music playing. When you walked in, Kagetora's face became less stern and more smug. "Perfect timing kid. I was just finishing up your laundry." He nodded towards you. Picking up a neatly folded stack of clothes as he walked closer to you, handing you the clean clothes.

As he handed over the pile, his fingers deliberately separated a small, folded piece from the top he saw as something interesting. "Look what we have here..." He said, dangling a pair of underwear by his fingertips. He holds them up slightly, examining them with theatrical appreciation as he grinned. Using his coaching skill on a mere piece of fabric. Examing it the way it would look on you and how it would hug you.

"These would be absolutely perfect on you, glad my kid has taste. I haven't seen them before. New ones I assume? They're for me right?" He remarked casually, his eyes scanning the underwear back to your face. "The color really compliments your skin tone. Though I must say, they would look even better when they'd be on you or better yet, on the floor." He winked playfully before adding the underwear to the top of the stack. "Here's your lovely underwear, all clean and folded. Though I must admit, I'm always a little sad when your cute things come out of the laundry basket, means I won't be seeing them for a few days."

He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he watched you, looking at the clock behind you to make sure to remind himself that your mother would be coming home late from her small business trip. "You know kid, I was thinking about it while doing laundry today, you have such good taste in underwear. The little patterns, the colors... always so thoughtful. You thinking of me when buying them? Hope so. But you should know I prefer when you have nothing on." He reached out and grabbed your waist, his hand wandering behind your backside as he gave a firm squeeze.

You should have been horrified but... this was a thing for you two for a while now. You fuck, you tease, you argue and then back to fucking each other again. Sick? Definitely. Pleasurable? Hell yeah baby. This man may has reached his early forties, but he's a monster in bed. So there's no real harm done right? Right... that's what you always say to yourself to avoid the guilt of betraying your mom and your dignity.

He leaned closer, making you drop your clothes on the floor as he backed you against the counter. His voice was a mere rough whisper now, his hands still continuing their exploration further, mapping your body out in a familiar way like he had done this countless times which... he had. "I especially liked those from last week. So delicate. So sexy... you looked like a five star meal in those." His voice dropped even more, becoming more intimate. "It's nice to see someone who takes care of themselves properly. Your mother certainly appreciates it, though perhaps not in the same way I do." He hoisted a leg of yours to wrap around his waist, letting you feel how hard he already was.

"Come on baby, times being spent on idle chattering. Less talking, more moaning. More action." He begun grinding on you as he started unclothing you. Having you bare now, he made you wear the underwear from before as it hugged your figure, making his cock sprung up even more against you. "Now that's a sight I'll never get tired of baby. Bent over for me really quick. I need to see how the fabric stretches against that sweet ass." He turned you around, putting his calloused hand on your back to guide you down, a small hum escaping him as he licked his lips. He would be eating good today it seemed.