tags: toji x megumi’s gf!fem reader (reader is of age), 18+ smut MDNI, **DUBCONmanipulation/coercion, big dick daddy toji, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, praise, cheating, unprotected sex, size kink, soft dom toji. no beta ignore typos<3
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youwanted to surprise megumi by meeting him home after he had been away training, you didnt think anything of it as you spent plenty of time at his place without him being here. though, the first person to arrive home was not your boyfriend, but his father who you’ve never had the pleasure of meeting before.
mr fushiguro was intimidating to say the least. his tall, built frame could easily tower over you. he had an aura of mystery, of danger, as you examine his face. you rise off the couch to greet him properly. “o-oh mr fushiguro!” you chrip, realizing you’ve probably been staring uncomfortably long. “im sorry, i didnt mean to intrude on your home. im megumi’s girlfriend-” you reach your hand out to shake the older man’s, but he just smirks at you.
“ah, so you’re the one he’s been hiding, hm?” you cant help the way your cheeks flush as he speaks, his eyes peering down at you. “oh, um… im sorry, mr fushiguro sir. megumi is just always so busy, we never really have time to spend here.” you watch his expression twitch at the formality of your tone, but especially at the sweetness of your voice. hes not sure how his son managed to bag such a sweet little thing, and he is a bit upset megumi has obviously taken steps to keep you away from him.
“just toji, darling. mr fushiguro was my father, and im only sir in the bedroom.” he says in a far too serious tone, causing a visible shiver to run down your back. toji chuckles just a moment after. “gosh, just look at you. like a deer in headlights.” he hums, placing a finger under your chin to lift your gaze. “how’d he find such a sweet little thing?” you do feel frozen, like your brain is screaming at your legs to _move, _but they just won’t. “i-i’m sorry again for intruding.” you breathe, voice barely coming out over a whisper. “i should try to call megumi.”
toji just raises an eyebrow. “naw, c’mere sweetie. make yourself at home, i’m sure my kid will be here soon.” his large hands come around to grasp your wrist, surprisingly gentle at first. “m-mr fushig-” your sentance gets cut off when toji closes the gap between you by tugging your wrist and catching your lips with his. your eyes widen immediately as you feel him kiss you and you try to pull away, but you were no match in strength to your boyfriend’s father.
when he finally does let you pull away, the look in your eyes was just precious. “n-no, i need to go.” your hands shake even in his grip, chest rising and falling in rapid succession. toji all but pouts,the grown man above you giving you almost a puppy dog face. "whats the hurry, doll? why don’t you stay, let me show you how a real man loves.“ he breathes, eyes darkening by the second.
you hate that your body is reacting to him in such a primal way, heat spreading from your core even though your brain screams that you don’t want this. this is megumi’s dad, he would be your father-in-law if megumi ever proposed. you should be running away, yet your feet barely inch away. "i-i can’t mr fushiguro-” your sentence ends in a quick yelp as toji’s pulls back on your ponytail, pressinc his lips right to your ear.
he essentially has you locked in place like this, strong grip on both your hair and your wrist. “what did i say about the formality?” there’s a low growl in his tone, making you almost whimper in response. “i don’t wanna hear that again, got it? i am megumi’s father after all, why dont you start callin’ me daddy too?” he says with a chuckle, almost like he’s testing the nickname out. slowly, he walks you back until you’re knees buckle against the couch and you’re now sitting in front of him.
he’s even more intimidating like this, your neck craning to look up at him. he tugs once more on your hair, earning a wayward moan from your lips. you try to shake your head, try to say no but you just can’t make it happen. “mmh c'mon now. use your words.” your eyes are glossy with tears as you look up at toji, seeing his broad shoulders and defined chest muscles. your heart pounds as you struggle to comply, lip shaking as you open your mouth to say no.
“d-daddy…”
you barely mutter the word, a tear falling down your cheek as you do. toji’s thumb wipes it clean, before his hand grips your jaw. “atta girl, i knew you could be good for me.” he coos, coiling your stomach into knots. his voice, somehow so sweet yet condescending at the same time, was starting to wear you down.
toji was nothing like megumi. you would never guess they were father and son other than the fact that megumi was the spitting image of his father. you keep thinking of your boyfriend, of what would happen if he walked in at this moment to see his father looming over you.
but as if toji could tell your mind was wandering, he grabs your attention back by moving his leg and parting your thighs, earning a shuddering breath from you as your skirt inches higher and exposes more skin. “what’s the matter, doll? don’t worry. daddy’ll show you a good time. you sure do look pretty all teary eyed like that, though.” your thighs shake as toji’s hand pushes the fabric up further, inching it up your waist until your panties are unveiled. your eyes once again well with tears, embarrassment surging through you but toji just shushes you.
the touch on your cheek was surprisingly soft, you found yourself leaning into it as if it was your boyfriend. but it was still in fact toji, but when your eyes clear up, he wears an even more surprisingly gentle expression. “you’re okay princess. daddy just wants ta’ have a little fun, that ain’t so bad, is it?” you struggle to answer his question. ’of course its bad!’ the part of your brain still functioning screams. your body unfortunately has other thoughts, you can feel your panties becoming more damp by the passing seconds. every inch of your skin burns hot from desire and toji knows that.
toji knows you won’t be leaving, he knows as soon as his hand pushes aside the silk of your panties and your legs spread further for him that you are indeed going to let him have his way with you. precious, he thinks. he can’t wait to ruin you, his fingers dancing around the plush of your lips before he slides two into your aching cunt. you wish it wasn’t so good, the stretch of his digits already making you want to make a mess on his hand. “d-daddy no-” you whimper to yourself, clenching around his fingers as he preps you for his cock. “no?” toji raises an eyebrow, watching your juices coat his skin. “you wanna stop when you’re this wet for me?” pulling his fingers out, he holds them to your face. your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you see what you’ve done to his hand just within a few seconds.
toji presses his still wet fingers to your lips, watching with a groan as your tongue darts out to clean them without him even asking. “fuck, baby. there is a little slut hiding in there, after all.” you watch with puffy eyes as toji’s free hand tugs at the waistband of his pants. you can see the outline already, his cock entirely too big for you it seems. your mouth waters at the thought of it stretching you open, as much as you fight against those thoughts.
“here, since you wanna suck on somethin’ so bad…” he removes his fingers from between your lips in favor of freeing his cock and sliding it up against your mouth. you can’t suppress the whine that leaves you as your tongue darts out, kitten licking the salty head before toji’s hand grips your jaw. it forces your mouth open wider, letting toji slide his cock further into the warmth. he groans, head thrown back as you finally give in to the primal desires running through your body. your jaw aches already, lips stretched around the width of toji’s cock. it’s quite the sight, toji thinks, as he forces his gaze down. “good fuckin’ girl…” toji sighs, running gentle fingers through your hair.
your eyes water not from your tears this time, but from the force of toji’s cock sliding down your throat. its too much, you’re forcing yourself not to gag but every purr of praise from the man above you sets your core ablaze. you can’t help your desire to please, to be a good girl and to impress him. why? you have no idea. there’s still a sane part of you that’s screaming, but its getting smaller and smaller as the seconds pass.
toji takes a step back, freeing his cock from your mouth as he stands over you. he takes in the wide eyed innocent look you give him, a deep chuckle following as he strokes his cock. “what a pretty little whore…” he muses, the thumb on his free hand running across your bottom lip. toji reaches for your arm, gently pulling you from your spot on the couch before flipping positions with you. you now look down at him as he sits, cheeks flushing as he guides you onto his lap.
this is wrong this is wrong this is wrong-
but as you straddle his thighs, feeling his cock pressing against the fabric of your panties, you can’t make yourself stop. you wantthis. you want megumi’s father. the man megumi has specifically tried to keep you away from. as your thoughts spiral, your eyes fill with tears once again. toji’s voice brings you back to reality, a soft shushing sound falling from his lips. “hey, baby it’s okay.” he reassures, easing your tension as he slides aside your panties.
“you’re gonna feel good, okay?” he shoots you a soft smile, a manipulative smile that makes you shiver. but you’re caught in his web, it was too late to escape. you nod, tears still soaking your cheeks as you shift into a better position. toji takes the lead, one strong hand on your hip while the other helps you sink onto his cock.
you’re gripping his shoulders, feeling the muscles under his shirt flexing as he fits you onto his cock slowly. you shake in his grip, thighs on fire as you attempt to get used to the burn and stretch of being so full. you can’t even imagine sitting fully in his lap at this point, you feel like you’d split in two. but toji ushers you down further, further further-
you sit with your ass pressed against toji’s still clothed thighs, your body trembling as his cock spreads your cunt. it burns, the head of his cock pressed snug against your cervix. toji’s hands run up your back in a soothing manner, giving you your time to adjust. “aw baby.” he coos, condescension dripping off every word. “never been fucked by a real man, huh?” he grunts, hips pushing up to make you gasp as he fucks impossibly deeper in your womb. “ ‘ts too much-” you cry, clinging to his strong chest.
toji just chuckles, his hands settling on your hips. he can easily lift you even with an awkward grip. “naw, you’re takin’ it so well baby girl. you’re fuckin’ making a mess on my pants.” he smirks when you bury your face in the crook of his neck. toji fucks into you with quick shallow thrusts before pushing you onto the full length of his cock.
your nails dig into his shoulders as you take everything he gives to you, the coil in your stomach tightening with every pass of his cock. you don’t want to cum, but your body has a mind of its own as you start fucking back against toji’s brutal thrusts. “atta girl.” toji groans, feeling your walls flutter around him. its intoxicating, the drag of your pussy around him. it’s a shame he probably won’t get to feel this again. as he feels you squeezing around him more, he sneaks a hand between your bodies to play with your clit.
the immediate stimulation makes you mewl, hips arching between the roughness of toji’s thrusts to the soft way his fingers dance on your skin. your body feels hot, too hot, as you shudder against him. “d-daddy…. ’m gonna…” you pant against his skin, hot tears forming in your eyes. “yeah, baby. cum for daddy.” toji watches your face as your jaw falls slack, eyes shut tight as tears roll down your face.
god he hopes he never forgets that look, he needs something to jerk off to on his next mission after all. he’s getting tired of the whores he finds when he has a perfectly good doll waiting at home, even if she’s supposed to be for that damn kid of his.
and you cum, body quivering against the stong form beneath you. you immediately fall slack, your legs burning from the position and your mind in the clouds. you barely even notice toji lifting you off his cock as he cums, the thick ropes painting your thighs and all around your cunt. there was something sweet about the notion that he didn’t cum inside you, something almost caring?
maybe toji was just a little like his son, the caring part of them both hiding behind a scary mask. or maybe you were just coping. you couldn’t really tell as you start to fall unconscious. you’re tired, physically and mentally. toji presses a soft kiss behind your ear before he lifts you as he stands and carries you to megumi’s room. he lays you down and goes to run you a bath before he makes his departure. he wouldn’t dare be here when megumi arrives. your heart and head fight as you force yourself into the bath.
what have you gotten yourself into with this damn family?
surely, you‘d think that playing beach volleyball would be all fun and games. there would be no strong negative feelings, just joy as you enjoy the heat and humidity by the beach.
it was like that.
until it wasn‘t.
it’sfushiguro toji whofeels his anger rise with every passing second.
he watches your darling face as you play volleyball with gojo satoru. in his eyes, you look unbelievably delectable for someone who‘s only playing volleyball. the way your smile beats the beams of the sun is something that‘s so eye capturing.
but that isn‘t the only eye capturing thing in here.
the way your pretty bikini slowly hikes up with every effort you exert to jump high to catch the ball is not something that he thought he would be witnessing today, yet here he is.
it wouldn’t have been bothering him, had it been you and him playing. he probably would have made you jump on purpose. he‘d love the way your tits would bounce, and with every little action your bikini hikes up, showing more and more of your underboob before it just gives up and shows your pretty tits.
but now that you‘re playing with gojo who seems to be doing what he would have done, he feel his anger rising instead of his erection.
he can see the shit eating grin gojo holds as he makes every hit high just to make you jump and expose more skin. that action does nothing but make the irk on toji‘s forehead grow.
with a click of his tongue, he stands up from his seat. and as he does so, he notices that gojo isn‘t the only one looking at your boobs bounce. almost everyone in the beach is doing so.
a scowl shows on his handsome face as he grabs a bottle of water and opens it before he stops where the rope indication is and calls you over.
you look at him then nod, walking over and calling a break. the smile on your face almost makes his anger dissipate. the sweat that makes your body glisten makes his mouth water like a dog in heat, but he holds it in.
“hey baby,” you smile as he stretches out his hand to hand you the bottle. he smiles back and motions you close up until you’re only centimetres apart.
“enjoyin’ yourself sweetheart?” he asks so innocently, as if his hand isn‘t rising in the most sensual way known to man. deft fingers trailing on your sides up until they‘re halfway your ribcage.
“mhm. i haven‘t had this much fun with volleyball in such a long time.” you smile.
toji smiles sweetly back at you, all while side-eying gojo who has his eyes on your tits that are already half exposed, something you somehow hadn’t noticed yet.
toji‘s eye twitches before his hands ghost your tits. “mhm, seems like it.” he then places his hands directly on the bottom hem of your bra and pulls it down. “seems like your partner is as well.”
“gojo? yeah he‘s—”
you don‘t get to finish yourself. not when his large hands suddenly squeeze your tits sweetly. you almost emit a moan, but not when his mouth covers yours for a sweet kiss.
your eyes fall naturally close as your hands wrap themselves around his neck. but his eyes remain open. he makes eye contact with gojo whose eyes suddenly burn with jealousy seeing you fall putty into toji‘s hands.
though they don‘t exchange words, toji sends him a message with his eyes, something that goes along the lines of:
Genre:Smut Notes: written for @cherrykamado’sslutty old men collab! Warnings: 18+, police run-in, restraints/cuffs, age gap, spanking, sir kink, sort of cheating??, bimbofication, DDLG dynamics, fingering, slight exhibitionism, degradation, masturbation mention, oral (m + f receiving), praise, vaginal sex, cum eating. Words:3.9k
The flashing of red and blue isn’t a foreign spectacle when you live in the city. It’s rare that an individual will find themselves more than a ten-minute walk away from a crime being committed. That’s why it doesn’t phase either of the Fushiguro men as they walk side by side with their takeout food in each of their hands. Conversation is stiff, as it often is. Limited to mundane things, how the food tastes and how eerily black the sky is tonight. Another thing they used to be able to bond over was their shared love of pussy. But Toji thinks Megumi has started to turn into one since becoming whipped by a new piece of skirt. They aren’t even dating, and yet, he seems to have lost interest in all other women. He shouldn’t talk about her, he said. But – he couldn’t help himself. Pussy like hers is once in a lifetime.
