He asked for your number then and there shamelessly. He couldn't help it. Its been three whole months since he tasted some good pussy since his brat son kept him busy for the longest time.

And he made sure to ask you if you were his age since he had the history of unassuming younger girls struting over for his number. He was a sexed up freak definitely, but one with morals.

And so the next week he had you at right where he wanted— your back pressed up against his front door, his one hand cupping your cheek as he kissed you fervourously and the other desperately fiddling with the keys.

"Toji?"

Megumi's voice called out from inside the apartment and you pull away immediately. Toji groans when he realises your lips aren't against his anymore.

"Brat?" He replies, glancing between the door and your confused face. "How come you're home? what about pre-school?"

You nudge at his side, mouthing why is your son home? with your pouty, glossed up lips and god does he want to forget everything and have you right then and there.

"We're sent back early on fridays, remember?" Megumi replies and Toji winces at that details. He turns to look at your face, wordlessly asking you what you want.

you ponder for a minute until your eyes brighten up with an answer. "Can i see your son?" You grin so innocently.

And that's the story of how he had you in his living room, you and his son giggling at his favourite show on the tv. As annoyed as he was, having denied good cunt, just watching you make his usually ever-so-stoic son laugh has him feeling weird.

No, not in a weird way, of course, but god there was something so attractive about the way your voice went a few pitches higher when you babied his son. And the little bastard seems to enjoy having you around.

To top it all off, you had your back fully arched right infront of him as you helped megumi build up a block tower.

He can't take it anymore. He quickly excused himself, his feet thumping over to the bathroom, letting free his almost painful erection. he's absolutely disgusted by himself over how he could get rock-hard over a woman when you'd done nothing remotely sexual. But god, was he a filthy man. He then continued to tease his leaking-tip to the very thought of you.

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