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9:00 p.m.
Where the hell is Megumi?, you think.
You don’t even know why you came here even though Megumi did tell you he would be gone until 10 because he was hanging with Yuji. Oh well, maybe in the meantime you can have fun with his hot dad in the kitchen.
You put your phone down and go downstairs to the kitchen, exploring the different cabinets in search for snacks. Megumi and his dad really did have top tier snacks, you’ve never even seen this before. And don’t even think about the fridge.
You open the fridge. Sushi and bento boxes all in one, it’s like a dream come tr—
Footsteps approach closer and closer to you. Until they stop.
…
“Looking for something?” The man says gruffly.
You turn around, only to find your best friend’s dad, Toji, towering over you with messy, wet hair dripping onto the towel that is hanging low on the hips, scars and water droplets scattered across his body.
He sees you staring at his chiseled torso and doesn’t make any move to stop you. He even smirks and lets you admire him.
Looking at this man makes you thirsty in more ways than one.
“It’s rude to stare, sweetheart.”
You blink. “Oh, n-no. Just hungry.” You mutter sheepishly, realizing you had been staring for too long. “Sorry, Mr. Fushiguro.”
“Oh, please. Don’t give me that “Mr. Fushiguro” bullshit, it’s Toji sweetheart.” He blunts.
“Okay.. Toji.” He likes how it sounds on those pretty, soft lips of yours, like it comes off the tongue easily. What he would give to see his cum on them.
“Good..” he mumbles dismissively. “See anything you like there?” He points to the fridge.
“Oh, just the sushi is okay. I’m hungry for other things though..” You trail off, your eyes roaming over the outline of his abs and his dick through the gray towel.
“I can see that.” “Take anything you like then, I’ll just buy Megumi some more whenever we go to the grocery store.”
You groan internally as frustration as you genuinely think this man is stupid. Can’t he see you’re basically throwing yourself at him??
But he can. Every time you bend over to pick up a crumb of food you “accidentally” drop, he knows what you’re doing. That cute little ass and black, lacy thigh-highs up the calf just begging to be devoured by him. Toji is not the type of man to just let what he wants get away.
You take a bite of sushi, chewing softly and making quiet noises of approval. “So good..” you mutter.
“It is, isn’t it?” He takes the chopsticks from you, long fingers brushing against yours directly and the contact making you shiver a bit. The sushi is grabbed by the chopsticks as he takes a bite.
“I can see why you like it.” He puts down the chopsticks. “Megumi really likes this type of food. You know, he likes you a lot kid. Better not break his heart or I’ll kill ya.” He kids.
You smile politely. “Oh, me and Megumi are just best friends, you have nothing to worry about Mr. Toji.”
Mr. Toji.. that sure made his cock grow twice the size it already is.
“Is that so darling?”
You gulp nervously. “Y-yes..”
He looks at you intently before changing the topic.
“You should be asleep by this hour. You don’t ever get tired?” He questions while getting a glass of water, walking from the counter and standing near the fridge next to you.
“Well, it’s only 9:20 sir.. me and Megumi usually stay up pretty late..”
“Oh? Is that so? Doing what hon?” He takes a sip from his glass of water, planting his hand on the counter, and so close to your arms resting on the counter.
“I mean, we do a lot, like we both play video games together and homework.”
“That’s nice darling.” He says mindlessly, seemingly thinking about other things, like wanting to get in your pants for the next 40 minutes.
“You’re a good girl, you know. You always keep my son on his toes. Never seen a girl like you. So pretty, and smart.” The words he says carry a more deeper feeling to them, deeper than the butterflies in your stomach whenever you make the slightest contact with him.
“O-oh..” You murmur sheepishly, “Thank you Toji.. that means a lot to me.” You answer gracefully.
“Of course sweetheart, anything for a girl who makes my son happy.” He takes another sip of his water, setting the cup down with a light sound.
“You gonna stay tonight?” He asks.
“Yes, actually. I was planning to bake with Megumi but he won’t be here until later so I might as well just sleep over.” You shrug.
“Good to know..” “You know, old men like me get very lonely sometimes..” He sighs with melancholy. “It’s hard being a single dad.”
“I get it.. it’s not super fun to be lonely.” You try to relate. “You aren’t that old though, I think?” You tilt your head in thought.
“I’m 38, sweetheart. I’m not all that old, but people your age seem to think so.” He traces his finger around the rim of the glass.
”You don’t seem much younger yourself though sweet girl. Eighteen, nineteen?”
”19..” You answer quietly. “I thought you would know since me and Megumi go to college together.”
“Oh,” He internally facepalms himself. “Sorry sweetheart, I forget stuff a lot. That’s how I am.”
You nod sympathetically.
He turns around to sort some dishes in the cabinets. “Nineteen.. you like older guys hon?”
“Meh.” You shrug both your shoulders, and Toji stops doing whatever he is doing.
Did you say something wrong?
“What a shame.” He sighs in mock agony. “Why is that?” He steps closer, almost menacingly.
You unintentionally back up, the way he walks over to you with slowness and precision, the amount of seconds he stops before taking another step almost eerie.
“I just don’t know. They’re all.. creeps.” You shudder at the thought.
The towel on Toji’s hips is practically holding on for dear life at this point, his happy trail revealing itself more and more with every move he makes towards you.
“Aw.” He pouts in false sympathy. He can definitely see how he is being a creep right now, so he backs away from you, and you catch your breath.
“I need your help darling. Come put up this glass for me in the cabinet, would ya?”
“Sure, Mr. Toji..” You respond.
You walk past him to grab the glass and place it in the cabinet. Being a bit too short to place it, you jump to place it.
Good for Toji though. Your ass was on full display to him, the curve of it being prominent through that cute little skirt with rhinestones on the pockets that he always loves to see whenever you come over. Unbeknownst to him, you always wear it so he gives you at least the slightest bit of attention.
Oh he would kill to put his big, veiny hands on those cute thigh-highs of yours, maybe even rip them off too.
You place the glass and then close the cabinet, turning around on your heel to smile at him.
“Is there anything else you need?” You smile politely.
You with that smile, just teasing him at this point. It almost makes him angry, how you show yourself off to him and he can’t ever help himself, stroking it to you whenever you aren’t here.
He just wants to see that smile while your tongue swirls up and down his length, your eyes tearing with his huge dick down your throat.
Back to your question. There’s a lot of things he needs. You for one.
Toji thinks for a moment. Is this really what he wants?
..
“Yes.” He says without hesitation.
You look up at him, and he follows your eyes as he’s ready to do something he can’t take back.
“You think you can walk around this house with that pretty little smile and that short skirt?” Toji raises his voice, a bit sharply.
Your smile drops a bit. “W-what are you talking about? I just like to dress cute.” Imaginary sweat beads down your face.
“Cut the bullshit.” He says with a dark tone. “You’ve been so bad tonight darling. Showing off that pretty little ass to me like you expect me to not do anything about it?” “Like you expect me not to fuck you stupid in this kitchen right now?”
“Well you’re way off with that dumb little mind of yours sweetie.” “And I’m going to fuck the stupid out of you until you scream my name, pleading for me to cum inside of you until you’re full of my babies. You understand?” He says the last words darkly, smirking to himself internally.
At first you’re stuck. You would have never expected him to be this upfront, as he never gave you the time of day until recently when you put effort into getting him to notice you.
It was always low cut tops, shorts and skirts that had just a peek of ass, and the innocent looks you would give him whenever you wanted something more.
Because you’re lost in thought, he grabs your chin and forces your eyes to look into his.
“I said do you fucking understand?” He practically spits out.
“Y-yes Mr. Toji..”