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The living room was dimly lit, creating a cozy atmosphere. Megumi was sitting on the bean bag near the couch, stuffing his little face with all the snacks you had prepared. Toji was on the couch, sitting right next to you in a comfortable man spread with his arms crossed over his chest. It was Movie Friday - something you thought of, so Megumi could feel like his family is ‘normal’ at least one day a week. Not that he particularly felt like something was missing, thanks to you. You could never take the place of his actual mother, but in his mind you were like a second mommy to him.
‘Hotel Transylvania’ was kiddo’s favorite, so his eyes were glued to the screen. Something that couldn’t be said about Toji. He couldn’t help but glance at you from time to time, tracing your shape with his eyes, dreaming of all the things he wanted to do to you.
And you noticed. You were tense, but you didn’t want to admit that it was because of him. Ever since that time you talked about your love life with him, Toji’s image recurred in your mind far more often than you’d like. Instead of letting yourself feel you preferred torturing yourself with doubts. How would this even work? What about the age gap? What about Megumi? It was all too much and the fact that you could feel yourself grow warm whenever he was around, didn’t help at all. You sighed and removed your blouse, revealing the fitted tank top underneath. It sat perfectly against your skin, your breasts sitting in it nicely. So nicely, that Toji stared at them like he was starving. Of course his lingering eyes were hard to miss and you felt as if your face was on fire. You looked at Toji and he slowly brought his gaze up to your eyes, smile widening. You gulped and turned your head abruptly towards the movie playing. No, you won’t let him get in your head.
And then his hand landed on your thigh.
Your first instinct was to look at Megumi - thankfully he was deep asleep as usual. You stood up.
-“I’ll carry him to bed.”
Toji nodded, his signature smirk taking over his features. You gently lifted up the kid and walked over to his bedroom. You tucked him in, your mind racing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your body was betraying you, because you’d be lying if you said his touch didn’t spark a fire in your abdomen. You weren’t touch starved, so why did you react like that? Of course it was because it was him, but it was the last thing you wanted to admit. You closed the door to Megumi’s bedroom and leaned against it with a deep sigh. After collecting yourself as much as you were capable of, you walked back to the living room. You glanced at the table and were about to start cleaning up, when Toji’s voice stopped you.
-“The movie’s not finished yet, come sit.”
He said casually. In reality he didn’t give a shit about the movie, what he wanted was to be alone with you.
You looked at him and the same feeling bloomed in your body again. He was looking at you like he was a wolf staring at its prey before making the final pounce. Your mind was screaming at you to just make up an excuse and leave, but your body was begging to sit back down. And so you did. You nodded and seated yourself back on the couch.
-“Relax, you’re all tense.”
He chuckled looking over at you.
-“I’m fine-”
His hand landed on your shoulder massaging at it.
-“I should book you a day at a spa, Meg’s gonna finish you off otherwise.”
He said lightly. You laughed nervously.
-“It’s fine- I’m fine, it’s not his fault.”
You muttered out, trying to keep your voice steady.
-“Whose fault is it then?”
He pushed on. Toji wanted to hear you say that it was because of him. He wanted to know that he had that effect on you. That it was because of his presence that your hands trembled and your cheeks burned red.
You let out a shaky breath. His provocative tone and touch was just too much.
-“I don’t know-”
-“Oh, I think you do.”
The man leaned closer, his hot breath hitting your ear along with his whisper. A shiver ran down your spine and you gasped softly, turning towards him startled.
-“Why do you fight it so much?”
He clicked his tongue and his hand traced down your arm. His palm looked huge as it enveloped yours.
-“Is it that I’m too old?”
He chuckled.
-“No- I just- I think we shouldn’t-”
-“Shouldn’t? So you do feel something.”
He grinned. You tried to pull away but he wouldn't let you. He grabbed your waist and easily lifted you up, seating you on his lap.
-“Tell me, you don’t want this.”
He stared at you, demanding an answer.
Your heart was racing and you were rendered speechless, your brain not catching up to the situation yet.
-“I-It’s not that I don’t want, we just shouldn’t- what would Megumi say?”
You argue. Toji’s face softened. That’s what you were worried about? Cute.
-“Pretty sure he won’t mind, he adores you.”
He huffs as if it’s obvious - because it is, you were just trying to find excuses not to let yourself fall for Toji. Your mind struggled to bring up something, anything that would justify your anxiety. The man loved messing with you, but he could tell he was crossing the line. He wanted an intense reaction from you, but not in a stressful way.
-“Hey…relax.”
He grabbed your shoulders, finding your gaze with his. His voice lost that teasing edge. He only clicked his tongue in irritation. He was frustrated, not necessarily with you but with the fact that this wasn’t as easy as bringing a date home. But he wanted to try for you… that whole relationship thing, even if it didn’t really come naturally to him or lied in his nature.
-“Talk to me.”
He muttered.
His calm expression surprised you. You’ve never seen him like that. So… sincere. You took a deep breath. He hummed something along lines of ‘just like that’, his thumb circling soothingly the skin on your shoulder. He didn’t say anything, instead giving you space to speak whenever you felt ready.
-“I… I do like you, Toji.”
You took a breath. A hint of a smile appeared on his face.
-“But I really can’t lose this job. I need it, to be able to manage my flat.”
Toji snorted.
-“That’s it?”
Your face twisted into annoyance.
-“What do you mean that’s it?”
Toji just rolled his eyes and his hands dropped onto your thighs.
-“Sweetheart, you could live here, with me and Megumi. I can provide, I’m a grown man.”
You scoffed, almost offended.
-“I don’t need a man to provide for me-”
Gosh you were stubborn, but he also admired how independent you were.
-“I know you don’t need to, alright? I know you are capable, but stop being so stubborn. I want to provide for you, I want you to live comfortably and without having to worry about the damn bills.”
He snarled back.
The sparks were flying between you two. Maybe you were stubborn, maybe you were too proud. But you were still fighting the idea of being with Toji, and right now you were torn between strangling him and kissing him.
-“You don’t get it-”
You didn’t finish your sentence because his lips were on yours, effectively shutting you up. Without much hesitation, you kissed him back - angry, frustrated, hungry. He groaned into the kiss and his hands wandered towards your waist, pressing your body closer to his. It felt amazing to finally taste you. The kiss was rough and passionate, filled with all the pent up weeks of tension. After a hot moment, you pulled away, resting your forehead against his, panting in unison.
-“Let me take that weight off your shoulders.”
He whispered, one hand caressing your cheek now.
You gazed into his eyes and bit your lip. A part of you still wasn’t sure.
-“It isn’t that easy…”
An annoyed sigh immediately left his lips, so you continued.
-“..but I’ll think about it.”
His expression showed surprise before he let out a deep chuckle.
-“Good, but don’t drive that pretty head of yours crazy with too much thinking.”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed playfully. He was infuriating. Good thing it turned you on.