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It’s early afternoon when 3rd grader Megumi pads into the kitchen freshly from school. His little hands tug at his father's shirt to grab his attention from the newspaper.
“Oi, the teacher told me to give this to you.”
Toji looks up from where he’s leaning against the small kitchen counter down to his son. He had been going through the mail, consisting of overdue bills, a random car magazine from a subscription he’s been meaning to cancel, and other crap.
He had just gotten back from his workshop, too; he pretty much never leaves it except for when he takes a few rare breaks. He likes to work on cars; the sooner they’re done, the sooner he gets paid, which means he can bet on horse races.
That also meant he barely paid any mind to Megumi, more so letting him fend for himself most of the time. Which also meant he didn’t watch over him often, leading to trouble in school. Only the occasional fight, but, as Megumi has told him, the kids are usually bullies, and they deserve it. Nothing wrong with a little justice, right?
Toji took the paper Megumi held up for him, his eyes scanning it, “A parent-teacher conference. Didja get in trouble or something? Why the hell am I meeting your teacher?” He grumbles, reading the contents of the paper.
Megumi shrugs, going over to grab frozen pizza bites from the fridge and holding them up to Toji, demanding his need for food.
“Everyone else got one. I don’t think I did anything wrong this time.”
Toji sighs heavily, realizing he’s going to actually leave the house for a stupid meeting instead of making money for the upcoming horse races this week- no, money for groceries, yes, those are his priorities, not gambling, haha, why would he spend his money so recklessly?
He grabs the food from Megumi. “Parent teacher conference mid-afternoon…middle of my work. Can you believe that, kid?” he mutters, emptying the box’s contents on a plate from the cupboard and heating them in the microwave.
He reads more on the paper, his frown growing deeper.
“I gotta see if you’re doin' good in school. Hopefully you've been keeping up with your homework,” He smirks, ruffling Megumi’s already messy hair in gruff affection.
“Whatever, just don’t embarrass me in front of my teacher,” Megumi grumbles, swatting his dad’s hand away from him.
The microwave beeps once before Toji opens the door, taking the plate in one hand and blowing on the smoking food.
“We’ll see,” he chuffs.
—---
“So, what’s your teacher like, ‘gumi?” Toji asks, casually glancing at the rearview mirror of his old, beat-up Toyota, glimpsing at his son in the backseat. The car rumbles along the uneven streets, and the light filtering through the windshield casts shadows across Megumi’s thoughtful face.
It’s parent-teacher conference day, yay. It’s time to see Megumi’s grades, his behavior in class overall, and some other bullcrap that he honestly did not give a fuck about. But it was a parental duty of his that had to be carried out, even if he could be working on his client's car and getting that sweet, sweet wad of yen for his horse race- no, he meant grocery and bills, yes.
The boy hums, seemingly lost in his own little world, before turning his gaze to the window as they ride through the streets to his elementary school.
“My teacher’s name is Ms. She has a name too, but I just like Ms. and that’s all. Everyone calls her that, too. She’s very nice and sometimes gives kids snacks during lunchtime. She also doesn’t give a lot of homework and likes to give us candy if we answer her questions correctly,” he drones on, his little legs kicking Toji’s seat idly creating a rhythmic thump in the otherwise quiet car.
Toji raises an eyebrow, suppressing a chuckle. “Her name is Ms.? Really? What kind of name is that?” He shakes his head, maneuvering the car into a U-turn, the tires screeching slightly as they navigate the turn.
“I think she has another name, but I don’t know. All the kids like her a lot and want to be in her class. I like the class a lot, but I don’t really understand why she’s famous in the school. I guess it’s also cuz she’s a lot nicer than most of the other teachers there. I’ve never heard her yell at a kid, and she cares for them a lot, too,” he goes on, glancing up at the rearview mirror to see Toji already looking back at him.
“Celebrity famous, what? Is she some sweet old granny or something? She sounds like a big deal.” Skepticism creeps into his tone. If the whole school loves her, that means his son is in good hands, no? That’s good to know.
“Something like that, I guess. You’ll get to meet her anyway, find it out by yourself.”
“Well, jeez, I was just asking.” Toji chuckles.
It takes a little longer til they reach the school. It’s in a nicer part of town. with a nice pavement entrance surrounded by freshly cut grass and fallen leaves shed from Autumn. There are a couple of tall pine trees decorating the outside, creating cool shade for anyone who sits under the benches beneath the trees.
The building itself has lots of windows. You can see staff walking around tending to their duties and classrooms on each wall in the hallway. It’s a nice public school that Toji had managed to enroll Megumi in.
“Brat, we’re here. I expect you to be on your best behavior,” he warns gruffly. He gets out of the car and slams the car door with enough force for nearby crows to flutter away, startled. Megumi follows after him, quiet and as perceptive as ever.
“Kid, you’re gonna have to guide me here. I’ve got no clue where your class is.” He looks down as Megumi begins to lead him inside and to the right down the hall. It smelled of old pencils and a hint of Febreze. They kept the place clean and sharp, a contrast to the woody, damp smell from outside.
“Over here, Dad,” he pipes up, pointing to the open doorway up ahead. He saunters ahead of him, peeking his head first into the classroom. It had rows of desks, educational posters on the walls, and it smelled like coffee. His eyes caught the person sitting at the teacher’s desk.
“Oh, hello there! You must be Mr. Fushiguro, Megumi’s father, right?”You stand up, a friendly smile on your face as you bow politely and gesture at the two wooden seats in front of her desk area.
He didn’t expect you to be so…young. His green eyes roam casually over your figure. Your eyes were bright, full of life, and that warm smile of yours suits you so well. A pretty little thing like you is stuck teaching brats all day long?
“Please, no need to be so formal, call me Toji, pleasure to meet ya, Ms.” He bows his head in return, flashing a sleazy smirk at you as he takes a seat. Megumi follows, scooting the chair back to make room for himself.
You follow after, making yourself comfortable in your spinning chair. You’ve met a lot of parents, more than you can count on your hands, but you didn’t expect little Megumi’s dad to be so hot. You’ve never seen a man so…sexy before.
Oh, what are you thinking? This man probably has a wife waiting for him at home, right? Just as you ponder this, you can’t resist casting a glance at his left hand. Your heart skips a beat when you notice the absence of a wedding ring. A single dad, oh, lucky you, all that shame you felt earlier from ogling what you thought was a man with a family is gone. But wait, some people don’t wear their rings even if they are married for work reasons. God, what if you really are thirsting over a married man?!
He leans forward a bit. A whiff of grease and a faint hint of smoke hit your nose. His emerald eyes look like they’re staring right into your soul, making you feel vulnerable, but you can’t help that. You shake your head. It’s time to be professional, no checking out, no flirting, not with little Megumi here, too.
“Well, ahem, it’s nice to meet you too…Toji.” You clear your throat, feeling your blouse’s collar tighten. Why does it feel so hot all of a sudden?
You type on your computer, bringing up Megumi’s student files.
“Let’s start with the basics. Megumi’s a remarkable student with a mix of As and Bs. He’s meeting the school's academic standards. Do you help him at all with school work or any subjects?” You ask, flashing a kind smile at Megumi, who is shifting in his seat.
“Is that so? My boy is pretty smart, definitely gets it from me,” he leans back in the chair, resting his leg over his thigh and crossing his arms.” I don’t really help him; I’m mostly stuck in the shop all day making money to keep a roof over our heads. He manages well, though.”
“I’d recommend checking in on him every once in a while, just to see if he needs any extra help, if you find yourself with free time. I understand some families struggle with finances, but ensuring your kid is doing well is also a priority.” You go on, handing Toji a paper copy of all of Megumi's test scores in grammar, writing, speech, etc.
He takes it, purposefully brushing his calloused fingers against your much softer ones. They feel like silk.
“Psh, you're telling me what I’m doin now ain’t good enough, Ms?” He scoffs playfully. It’s like he’s taunting you, like he knows exactly how his presence is making you feel. Doesn’t help whenever he moves; you can see his muscles flexing under that skin-tight shirt of his. You can only imagine him, greasy and sweaty in his shop, so tired and in need of a massage after a long day. Woah woah, you’re getting way off track here.
His scrutiny makes you shrink a little. Such an intimidating man, for sure, and compared to his Son? The opposite.
“No, no, of course not! These are just questions I’m required to ask to see how Megumi learns, studies, and who helps him grow intellectually. All of that stuff.” You reassure, waving your hands. You can feel your smile straining and your cheeks redden. You’re being reduced to a tomato in mere seconds. Who does this guy think he is?
“Calm down, Doll. ‘Course I know it’s part of the protocol, and all your job makes ya do. Just wanted to see how easy it is to make ya queasy!” He laughs, it’s a boisterous rumble, his chest moving, and your eyes dart down to his pecs.
Did he just call you Doll? In front of the kid? This man really has no shame whatsoever.
“Ah, please, Mr. Toji. It’s just Ms. Thank you.” Hopefully, he’ll get the hint.
And he does, but it only makes him want to pull your leg a little more.
“Mm, you’re snappy for a young pretty thang like yerself.” He says wryly.
A young what? Did this count as harassment or flirting- mmm, you’re leaning more towards the latter. For some reason, you’re half on letting this behavior slide.
“Mr Toji, it’s merely to show respect to one another as adults,” you grit out, a hint of strain on your face.
“My apologies, Ms. I should know better. Please, go on, don't let me distract you.” That damn smirk of his makes you want to slap it right off him, or kiss him, but you don’t want to admit that.
You lean forward against the desk, your attention shifting to the quiet kid beside Toji, his wide eyes staring at his feet.
“Aside from that, Megumi, how is your home life? Would you say it’s a suitable environment for you to concentrate in?”
“Yeah, I get by well.” He nods slowly, a bit shy under your gaze.
You give him a reassuring smile. “That’s good to hear. Mr. Toji, how would you describe Megumi’s home life?”
“Home life?” He repeats, an edge to his voice. “As far as I’m concerned, he’s doing alright. He gets fed, does his work, stays out of trouble…mostly.” He grumbles on that last part, a dry hint of amusement in his tone.
“Yes, I’ve witnessed and heard about his past rumbles. His heart is in the right place; he’s a good kid. He just has a way of executing it…rather violently.” You explain, laughing softly as Megumi’s ears turn pink from embarrassment.
“You’re raising a good kid here. He helps others with the work in class, he’s kind to everyone, and he participates a lot in class.” You continue, grinning as Megumi seems to turn red from the praise.
“Does he now? Being a good little helper and all is that right, ‘gumi?” He ruffles the kid's hair, smirking as Megumi begins to swat away his hands.
“I guess,” he mumbles, slumping against the wooden chair.
“He is a bit reserved at times and only ever hangs out with his small friend group. But apart from the occasional scruffles, he’s a good kid, and there’s not much to complain about or worry about.” You concede, you dare to look back up at Toji, and he’s already standing up, his fingers drumming against the table. You can only imagine how good they’d feel touching you, caressing your bod-
“If that’s all there is, Ms., I’d better get going. Thanks for your time and everything. I’ve got a client's car waiting for me back at the shop. I’ve gotta get it done by noon tomorrow.”
You’re taken aback as he suddenly extends his hand. Not a bow but a handshake?
You hesitate for a second before shaking his hand, gasping quietly at how firm and warm it is.
“Ah, it was a pleasure meeting you, Mr Toji. I hope to hear from you. And it was nice seeing you too, Megumi…” you laugh, caught off guard. Your eyes are darting from Toji to his son, already making his way out to the hallway.
“Oh, trust me, Doll, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.” He grins, the scar on his lip catches you by surprise, you’ve barely realized he’s got that, and somehow it makes him even hotter.
He pauses, reaches into his pocket, and hands you a card of his mechanic shop.
"Here, in case you ever need help, call me," then he turns and leaves.
“Yes…goodbye then…” You watch him leave, his footsteps echoing down the hall.
All you’re left with is a state of denial and pure arousal. Finding a parent attractive must violate some sort of rule…and what does he mean by “you’ll be seeing a lot more of me?”
What a strange man, you should pay no mind. After all, you’ve got a stack of homework that needs to be graded.
===
Down the quiet streets they drive, Toji’s eyes flick quietly to Megumi through the rear-view mirror. He’s had a long day from school and watching his dad flirt remorselessly with his teacher.
“Is yer teach with someone or anything?” He asks, a curious tint in his voice.
Megumi sighs from the backseat, shooting an irritated frown at his persistent father.
“Why would I know? She teaches, she doesn’t spill the beans about her life.” He groans.
Toji hums. There’s that slight possibility you are with someone, but with the way you were reacting to his flirts, the percentage was low. Taking a risk wouldn’t hurt a little, either.
He mulls over it a little more til an idea pops into his head.
“Hey, kid, you’re not taking the bus anymore from now on.” He says, looking back at the road full of cars,
Megumi perks up. “What? Why?”
“Yer gettin picked up by me after school…just wanted to change things up a bit.” He mutters, turning to their street.
“Just say it’s because you want to see Ms. More. You’ve gotta stop flirting with every girl you find pretty.” He grumbles, looking downcast at the fact that his father is only doing this to see you and not for him.
“I don’t flirt with every girl.” He retorts gruffly, eyes narrowing. He glances back at him and sighs deeply.
“Don’t look so sad, gumi. I do want to do this for you, plus your teacher is an extra treat f’me.” He grumbles, turning up the radio to Megumi’s favorite station.
“Now quit yer pouting. What do ya want from McDonald’s?”
==
Monday was Megum's last day on the big cheese. Toji drove up to the school, whistling nonchalantly as he looked for Megumi amongst the crowd of children being picked up. Lo and behold, there was his son, and right next to him? The pretty lady had captured his interest too quickly for his liking.
He gets out of the car, hands shoved in his sweats pockets as he walks up to the pair.
“Afternoon, Ms., here to pick up my Brat.” He greets with that lazy smirk of his, stabbing an arrow through your heart.
You looked so pretty under the natural sunlight. Pretty glittering eyes, unforgettable smile, that slight flush on your cheeks that didn’t appear til he walked up.
Your pencil skirt was so tight around your hips that Ass of yours is a masterpiece that makes him want to rip it off you and bend you over the nearest surface.
Megumi clocks his father's intentions right away. He rushes up to him, a mix of wariness on his face.
“Dad, let’s go-“
“Shhh…” he silences, shooting a half-hearted glare at him.
I’ve gotta ask your lovely teacher how you were today.” He grunts, shifting his weight casually to lean a bit more towards you. “He hasn’t caused you any trouble yet, right, Ms?”
He smells like oil and grease again. Looks like he came straight from his shop…he worked in sweatpants? Not what you’d imagine a mechanic wearing.
“No, nothing to complain about. He’s off the hook for now.” You reassure, shrinking in your spot. He’s so intimidating, yet charismatic in an unexplainable way. Your pounds in your chest as he shakes his head, snickering.
“Must be exhausting takin’ care of brats all day. Say ya do look pretty young for a teacher. If I may ask, how old are you?”
“My, my, you know it’s rude to ask a woman’s age..” you say nervously, rubbing the back of your hand.
“Oh, it was just curiosity, you don’t have to answer. C'mon, humor me.” He cocks his head.
You think for a bit before answering.
“I’m in my twenties, that’s all I’ll say.” You wink, giggling at his disappointed sigh.
“S’all I'm getting? Guess that’ll do for now, gotta get this kid home quick, for he starts getting mad. I’ll see ya round.”
That’s a first; you’ve never seen him pick up Megumi until today. Maybe he was just not busy with his job as a mechanic or whatever.
But he’s starting to show up more, in the morning now too.
His predatory eyes are always stalking you the second he drops off Megumi. His flirting is nonstop- like the hint he wants you isn’t obvious enough. Each time you go face-to-face with him, he looks like he’s undressing you, imagining how pretty you’d look under him.
He brings you random flowers, trying to court you. Compliments you enough to turn you red, yet you play it off each time. He’s always searching for an excuse to show up, even as far as bringing Megumi's “forgotten” lunch into the classroom just minutes after recess starts and all the kids are gone.
Nothing ever happens except for the usual back-and-forth. You don’t know how much longer you can keep avoiding his obvious craving for your attention and presence.
It’s Saturday, finally. You needed a break after grading papers all week and spending time with the kids. You love your class, but it can be too much. It’s such a relief to get away from work, maybe treating yourself to something wouldn’t be too bad.
You get all dressed up, put some makeup on because getting ready always makes you feel better, and put on something nice for the scorching weather. You grab your purse and keys and step out to your driveway. You turn on your car and get in, driving smoothly through the streets.
Everything is fine, until it’s not.
One second you're cruising down the streets fine, then your engine is smoking. This just had to happen on your day off, great.
You park on the roadside, hopping out and opening the hood. You're assaulted with smoke and the smell of something burning. You wave around the smoke and back away. Crap, your engine is totally busted. What the hell happened? Why’s your car having problems all of a sudden?
You hit your forehead with your fist; you need a mechanic pronto. Luckily, you know exactly who to call. You pull out his work card from your purse and dial.
He answers the phone with a rough, “Fushiguro’s garage.”
“Hello! It’s me, Megumi’s teacher, you gave me your card, remember?” you answer lively.
He hears your voice, strained with frustration.
“Oh, it’s you. Whatcha need?”
“Hi, so you know when you told me I could give you a call whenever I needed? Well, I need the help now,”
Toji hums, leaning back on the rolling stool he’s sitting on.
“Car breaks down or something?”
“The engine is smoking, like white smoke. It also smells sweet?”
“Smoking white? Don’t move an inch, I’ll call ya a tow truck.”
30 minutes later, you’re at his garage, music blaring from a radio nearby. It’s big enough to work on two cars, considering it’s his own house garage he’s working in. It smells of grease, rubber, and oil because it’s literally a mechanic shop; it can't smell of roses and sugar.
“Lemme check this damn old piece of junk you’ve got here.” He wipes his hands with an old rag. He opens up the hood of the car, stepping back as he lets the smoke flow out.
“Yer lucky you stopped driving when ya did. A couple more miles, and you would’ve exploded into bits, sweetheart.” he leans his strong arms forward, leaning on the car as he inspects the inside.
“It’s that bad, huh?” You make a noise at just how burnt the engine smells, but you can also catch a whiff of something else. You’re standing close to Toji, and you can smell his musky scent. It’s like pheromones; somehow, the smell of oil and sweat on him is like perfume to you.
He looks so effortlessly gorgeous right now, focused, a dangerous glint in his eyes. His wife-beater is straining against his broad shoulders. You can see every single blue and green vein running up his arms.
“Problem is, there’s a coolant leak; it reeks of burnt maple syrup. A big one too, it'll probably cost 300 for replacements plus extra fees and labor totaling up to 800?” He grunts, turning his head to look at your mortified face.
“I never said I was cheap, hun.”
You bite your lip, eyebrows furrowing together as your mind races. You’re a teacher, for Christ’s sake, where would you even get this kind of money? You take out your purse and dig for your wallet, pulling out two hundred bills.
“I’ve only got 200 in cash on me right now.”
He looks at his feet for a moment, then back up at you, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
“Let's make a deal,” he offers.
“A deal?” you perk up, maybe he’d give you a discount, but the look in his eyes tells you otherwise. His gaze drags from your face down your body; there’s no mistaking what exactly he means by his offer.
“You pay the 200 upfront, and then you do something for me.” he stalks forward, backing you up against his workbench with tools, papers, and car pieces scattered on it.
“Do exactly what?” Your voice wavers, your hands leaning back on the table as you tilt your head to look at his face. He’s so tall that he can easily overpower you right now.
His arms cage you against the workbench, his face leaning in close to yours. His breath is warm on your face, his voice a low rumble when he speaks again.
“You’re a teacher, you’re smart enough to know what I mean, Doll.” his nose is an inch from yours. “You also owe me for all those times you pulled on my leg. I expect a nice payment.”
“Deal or no deal?”
You don’t want to push him off, I mean, you really can't, he has the strength to throw you across the room if he wants to. Also, you have to think about it; this hunky, beefy dilf wants you. You’d be crazy to pass on this.
“Deal,” you press your lips against his, kissing him so roughly and so sloppily.
He groans lowly, and a hand behind you knocks all the crap on the workbench, landing noisily onto the floor. His hands grip underneath your thighs and lift you onto the edge. He’s between your legs, his hands running up and down your sides slowly as he swallows your soft moans.
He shoves his tongue in your mouth, tangling with your tongue.
“God, I’ve been wanting to do this with ya for so long,” he groans against your mouth, His hands definitely unbuttoning the dress shirt you're wearing and tossing it aside. Bad day to wear your granny bras, but to be fair, you didn’t know you were getting dicked down.
His mouth trails down your neck, leaving wet open-mouth kisses down to the soft swell of your breasts.
You gasp softly, a hand coming to tangle in his ink hair as he unclasps your bra. It slips off your arms.
“For fuck sake, this is what you've been keeping from me?” he mutters, a look of awe on his face. Your nipples harden quickly as he blows air on them, two rough fingertips pinching and twisting whilst he latches and sucks on the other.
Your head falls back, chest arching into his touch as he switches from nipple to nipple, a loud, obscene pop following. His tongue is rough against your hardened buds, his warm saliva coating each one so much he’s practically drooling.
“Sorry…” you whimper.
“Damn right yer fucking sorry, brat,” his hands fall to your hips as he tugs on the skirt you’re wearing.
“Lie down and lift your hips,” he demands, pushing you down by your waist.
“But- wait, isn’t Megumi inside? What if he comes in?” you pause him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“The brat is at his friend's house. Do what I say,” he growls.
You obey wordlessly, pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation as he pulls down your skirt along with your panties. Once your lower half is bare to his hungry gaze, he wastes no time getting on his knees and spreading your legs open wide for him to lean in and inhale your scent. It’s strong and so, so sweet.
“Christ, yer wet as a river. That front of a sweet teacher is very convincing, would've never guessed you’re this much of a slut,” he groans, peppering and sucking on your inner soft thighs. His broad shoulders keep your legs open; there’s no way he’s letting them get in the way.
He drags his tongue in a slow strip up your folds to your clit. He flicks it once, twice, then bites down hard enough for your hips to twitch upwards and gasp loudly. He hums against your throbbing, sobbing pussy, the vibrations like electric zaps shocking your body.
The heady, addicting scent of your pussy has him on overdrive, slurping and sucking at your raw clit mercilessly, reveling in the soft sighs and moans from your slackened mouth.
“Shit, Sweetheart, you taste absolutely divine,” he hums, his tongue lapping up your juices like a delicacy that can’t go to waste.
“Mr Fushiguro- please ah-”
Smack
He slaps your thigh hard enough for you to yelp in pain. There’s a dark red handprint forming on your delicate skin. “No formalities here, call me Toji. Say sorry,” he orders, then goes back to sucking your clit hard enough for your legs to start trembling and back to arch almost painfully off the surface.
“Toji…m’sorry ’ji…ngh-” you keen, eyes furrowing together and face twisting in pleasure as his tongue plunges into your fluttering walls and curls upwards.
His wide hands press your hips back down firmly. The warmth of them seeps into your flushed, heated skin. Wet smacks, your whimpers, and slurps fill the garage. The radio is still playing music, but neither of you can even tell what’s playing, too focused on each other right now.
His face is soaked with your nectar as he makes out with your cunt. You’re so close, your thighs tensing and moans getting higher and shakier. He catches on quickly, plunging two fingers inside you, his tongue focusing on circling your clit with enough pressure to have you screaming his name.
“Fuck! Tojiiiiii…. I'm gonna cum…can I?”
He pumps his two thick fingers in and out of you rapidly, adding a third finger in the mix to spread your tight, spongy walls to their limits. He groans lowly, green eyes flicking to look up at you, watching as your body tenses up with each lap of his wet muscle.
“Already cumming just from my tongue fingers? Hasn’t even been 10 minutes, ” he scoffs, probing deeper inside you, curling upwards enough that there’s a slight bulge in your tummy.
“If you're gonna cum look at me while ya do. Can you be a good girl and do that f’me?” he croons, his digits pressing down meanly against that spot inside you that has your vision fading.
“Ah…yes..yes I can,” you reassure, tears pricking in your eyes as you approach your climax.
“You’re crying just from a little head? Didn’t take you for a crybaby, bitch,” he laughs mockingly, his mouth latching onto you again, suckling and swirling on the sensitive bean over and over.
“Shut up- ah- fu-!” Your whole body tremors, your slick coating his jaw, and drips down onto the table below you.
He moans, lapping up everything; he's not one to waste at all. He pulls back when you start twitching away, a protest whimper pulling him out of his trance.
“Shit, not bad of a pussy you’ve got. If you’re crying now, just wait until I stuff my cock into you. You won’t even have to breathe, let alone choke out a sob,” he laughs darkly, standing up from between your legs to look down at you properly.
You’re shy under his gaze; he’s fully dressed, and you’re naked and vulnerable, exposed fully to him. You can't help but feel embarrassed.
He huffs amusingly, he takes off his wife-beater, his huge, muscular upper body glistening with sweat and smudges of oil from earlier work. The shirt falls on the floor along with the thump of his tool belt and cargo pants.
His Calvin Klein boxers are all that's left. There’s a dap spot where his hardened cock’s head is straining against. You can see him throbbing painfully.
“Think you can follow through with our deal, or are you gonna chicken out?” he teases, stroking himself through the thin layer. Your pussy aches for it, pulsating his name in Morse code.
You nod your head shakily. What’s the point of going back anyway?
His hand goes down to smack your cheek hard enough for there to be a slight sting.
“I need a verbal answer, none of that nodding bullshit,” he orders.
“Yes, I’ll keep going.” Your voice is firm and loud. “But I doubt you’ll last enough for the entirety of it. He smirks and pulls your legs by your ankles closer to him, then flips you around harshly so you’re bent over the workbench now, legs spread and ass pressing against his cock. He holds onto your hips firmly and leans closer to your ear.
“Wanna bet?” he whispers, rubbing your soft rear.
“I bet on it any day,” you retort, a defiant hint in your eyes as you look back at him.
"If you say so,” he pulls down his boxers, letting his huge, curved, veiny cock free. It bobs up and down a few times, already glistening with precum. He rubs his tip up and down your soaked cunt before slowly pushing forward, grunting quietly as the warmth welcomes him in.
You gasp softly, back arching as he sheaths himself inch by inch. He’s huge, stretching you out so deliciously in a way you’ve never experienced before. You can feel him retaining your guts in real time, pressing everywhere at once. It’s so overwhelming, yet you can’t get enough.
“So tight. You're sucking me up so good, Doll. This slutty pussy can’t get enough of me already,” he rasps, grinding his hips slowly, pressing even further into you.
He finally gets all the way in, and you’re already panting from the adrenaline. You feel so full of him, and he doesn’t even let you adjust. He thrusts into you brutally, his heavy ball smacking against your thighs hard enough to sting. All you can hear from where you're connected is:
Fwap, Fwap, Plop, Plop
“Tojiii! Jiiii…so big…too much.. I can’t,” you cry out.
“Yes, you fucking can. Don’t give up on me now, though you wanted this,” he pants. His hand reaches and grabs your hair from behind, pulling you up and off the table.
His other hand on your hip presses down your tummy instead, feeling exactly where he’s hitting deep inside you.
Your scalp stings, a choked sob escaping your throat.
“I did, but-”
“But what? You’ve got no other option but to take it. Better take it like the good slut you are,”
You can’t muster any kind of response, too fucked out to understand anything anymore. Only wet, throaty sobs leave your mouth.
His hips dig into your ass as he fucks you deeper, setting a harsh, unwavering pace.
“Look at you, being fucked dumb. Dumb bitch.” he jeers. He twists your head to face him. He pulls you in for a messy open-mouth kiss. He can tell you’re out of it completely, your eyes are half-lidded, and you're barely breathing anymore.
“You’re such a small tool, you can’t do anything about it but take it. I can just move you around like the doll you fucking are,” he teases.
His cruel pace continues, his hand on your tummy moves to grip your hips painfully; there will be bruises tomorrow. You can feel his hard abs dig into your back with each harsh roll of his hips. His cock is bullying your tight cunt, making it memorise the shape of it so only he can fuck you like this. After this, you don’t think you’ll be able to find anyone like him.
Your legs start to feel weak; if he wasn't holding you up, and the table wasn't pressed against your legs, you think you would’ve fallen over by now. You’re so close to cumming, and he can feel you tensing, your moans having quieted to shaky, heavy breaths.
“Gonna cum? Are you going to cream all over my cum like the dirty whore you are?” he sneers, fucking into you faster, a hand of his finding your sore clit and drawing o’s on it.
“Tojiiii–!” you gasp loudly, body seizing as he fucks you through your high, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over.
You gush on his dick, creating a creamy white ring around it, making it easier for him to move in and out.
“Shit, tight…fuck” he doesn’t let up until finally he presses into you as much as he can, shooting ropes of his hot, stringy cum inside, stuffing you full of his kids.
He grinds into you a few times before sighing. He lets you fall slowly back onto the workbench, exhausted and worn out.
He pulls out slowly, watching his seed drip out of you.
“Flithy,” he pushes it back inside with his thumb.
You feel him tap your shoulder. Weakly, you turn your head back to see him smirking.
“About those 200 bucks…”
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Your car got fixed just a day after, in time for work on Monday.
You are still thinking about the afternoon. No matter what, you can still hear his harsh words and grunts. Not only that, but he offered you a little extra after. What a dream.
Finally, the bell for dismissal rings, and you’re standing out on the pick-up area, Megumi beside you as you wait.
A familiar Totoya rolls up and out steps the man himself, Toji.
“Come for my kid, Ms.” he flashes a sleazy smirk, one that sends black flashes through your mind.
“He’s here as always,” You say, patting Megumi’s head affectionately.
“We’re still up for that date this Friday, right?” he asks, pulling you by your waist.
“Toji! Don’t say out in the open where anyone can hear-! But yes, we are,” you scold, smacking his chest and pulling away.
“Yeah, yeah. I'm looking forward to it. Bye, sweetheart," he says as he walks off with Megumi in tow.
As they head back to the car, Megumi pipes up.
“Dad, what was that about?” he asks.
“Nothing for you to worry about. Dad's just making sure you get an A on your next test.”