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Fushiguro Toji knows that he isn’t a very good person. No, not at all.
He’s not a good person, let alone a good father, but after four decades and two years of living on the planet, surrounded by shitty people who think they’re far better than they really are, he decides on the fact that it’s better to acknowledge yourself as a terrible person than to ignore it.
Granted, being self-aware doesn’t mean that it makes him any better as a person in general. If Toji’s honest to himself - which he rarely is - he knows that knowing that he’s a shit person and not bothering to fix it makes him even worse than the people who live in ignorance of themselves.
It’s not that he’s lazy to fix it - no, Toji’s the type of person where if he wants to do something he will do anything to get it done - he simply doesn’t see the point in fixing something that hasn’t caused him much problem. He kills jujutsu sorcerers for quick cash, fucks the women he wants to fuck, and takes money when he wants it. Barbaric is the only word to describe himself, and he wears it on his chest like a shiny medal.
Living the way he does isn’t always easy, though - sometimes the situation gets tough, and right now, money runs low even though he’s been taking on more commissions than normal, and not only does he have to provide for himself, he has to provide for the kid that he didn’t mean to have but ended up keeping.
Megumi is…. pretty. Megumi is a pretty boy, with his bright green eyes and perfectly shaped face and skinny little body - he’s a pretty little boy with prepubescent baby fat on his cheeks and just a little bit of softness on his thighs. Toji looks at him and remembers the woman that gave birth to his son, a beautiful woman with lovely green eyes and a slender build with a mouth that slid over his cock perfectly. A beautiful woman, but still a whore.
It’s funny, because Megumi takes exactly after her - same eyes, same slender waist, same cock-sucking mouth.
The clients that book him all say the same thing: Shit, hard to believe he’s ten - he has a mouth more experienced than the most expensive whore in Kabuki-cho.
Megumi’s pretty and makes him a decent bit of money, but he’s another mouth to feed, another body to clothe (only sometimes), and if the situation stays like this for another month, they’re both going to starve to death.
Toji hasn’t always been like this - maybe he’s always been an asshole, a little bit barbaric, but he hadn’t been always been as warped as he is now.
This doesn’t change the fact that he’s going to sell Megumi to a shady-looking, middle-aged man that he doesn’t even know the name of. He doesn’t need to hold a conversation longer than one minute to know what the man’s going to use Megumi for - after all, Toji’s always been a perceptive person, and anyone could easily tell that the man had questionable tastes.
Not like he himself can say anything - he’s always had a thing for women begging him to stop, and the taste of blood in his mouth.
Toji stands to go to Megumi’s room. He opens the door, expecting to see the boy curled up in his blanket, wrapped up in his makeshift bathrobe, but instead he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, reading the same book he’s had since he was seven.
Glaring green eyes stare up at him.
“Isn’t the next client supposed to come in half an hour later?”
Toji grunts. “Plans changed.”
Megumi sighs, and rolls over onto the bed on his stomach. Toji can see a peek of bruised hips and bite marks against pale skin under the white robe, losing sight of it only when Megumi huffs and the robe falls back over his hips. “You’re staring.”
“Mmn.” Toji stares at the bit of thigh just barely covered by the robe, shamelessly focused.
Megumi lets out a heavy sigh. “ Besides, the clients always like when I’m prepped before they get here, and it takes a while to get loose enough for the way they like it. Who’s it this time?”
“Yaga. Y’know, sunglasses, beard, stupidly buff.”
“Oh. Gross, he sweats so much.”
“Mhm.”
Megumi stays quiet for a moment, then says: “I still need to get ready.”
“It doesn’t take that long to fit four inches inside.”
A sigh.
“Well, unless you want to lose the usual tip they give me, you’ll have to tell them to wait, or to prep me themselves. They usually don’t like doing that though.”
Toji rolls his eyes. “C’mere. Where’s the lube?”
Megumi blinks, mildly confused. “What?”
“You deaf? I asked where the lube is.”
“What, you want me to start prepping now? Fine, get out. I don’t like having people watch.”
Toji sighs, an imitation of the way Megumi does. “Kid, get the lube out.”
“Okay, okay. But I’m still not prepping myself in front of you.” He rolls off the bed, flipping through his drawers, and pulls out the new bottle of lube Toji had bought yesterday, before -
“Who said you were prepping yourself? Brat.”
Megumi chokes on his spit. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Do you need to get your hearing checked or something? I’ve had to repeat myself twice now.”
“Dad, you’re not prepping me.”
“My fingers are thicker. It’ll be faster. Strip and spread your legs.”
His son covers his face with his hands, and groans. “I’m not letting you prep me - you’re my dad, it’s all sorts of weird.”
“All dads prep their sons’ pussies when they’re about to fuck. Now, strip and spread your legs, or I’ll do it for you.”
Megumi sighs, again, and removes his robe, and Toji nearly lets out a loud whistle at the sight of his body, covered in bite marks and hickies, hand-shaped bruise prints on his hips and throat. He refuses to look Toji in the eyes as he strips himself naked, gaze shifting away in any direction except for his face. He crawls onto the bed to lie on his back, and spreads his legs to let Toji kneel between them.
Toji does then let out a whistle then at Megumi’s lack of hesitation to shamelessly reveal his pussy, even to his own father, but even more impressed at how it looks -
Megumi’s cunt already looks positively ruined. He’s already wet, slick already gathering between soft folds, quivering and clenching around nothing.
Toji lifts an eyebrow. “Wet already?”
Megumi cranes his neck backwards at a painful looking angle, scowling. “Just finish it quickly, asshole.”
“Yeah,” he replies, very much lying to him. Oh, no, Toji’s not going to do it quickly - his son’s pussy looks tantalizing. He’s going to take his sweet ass time.
“It’ll be easier if you get on your hands and knees,” he casually tosses out, watching as Megumi clumsily switches positions.
He squeezes lube directly into the crease between Megumi’s asscheeks, watching as it drips lower, running down his thighs, then smears onto the sheets. He hears a muted little gasp at the cold contrasting against heated skin and he internally laughs.
If he’s this sensitive - oh, the things he could do to him.
Toji runs a finger against the slit, rubbing lightly against his prettily swollen clit. The shaky, quiet exhale doesn’t escape his ears, and he huffs out a laugh.
“Dad, get it over with alre - mmmph!”
Toji pushes in a lubed finger to the knuckle without warning, curling it slightly. One finger is already a struggle for Megumi - one of Toji’s digits is two and a half for him - and he’s already making soft little noises against the sheets, sighing at the feeling of Toji slowly dragging the intrusion in and out. It’s a stretch already - Megumi’s fingers are considerably smaller, thinner, but it feels good, the little burn. His dad’s already pushing in a second; Toji knows that Megumi’s tiny body isn’t ready for it but he forces it in along with the first, and Megumi lets out a pained noise, gripping at the sheets so tightly his knuckles turn white. Toji doesn’t let up - in fact, he just laughs.
“C’mon Megumi,” he says, mockingly running his other hand up and down the side of his thigh to soothe him, “I thought you could take more than that. Thought you were a whore.”
Pink lips open to bitingly say in between moans: “Doesn’t - mmph, fuck! - make your fingers any smaller to take - nngh - you annoying old man.”
Toji doesn’t respond, just pushes his fingers in deeper, rubbing hard against Megumi’s sweet spot. Shaky little sighs escape bitten lips, soft and high-pitched, almost like the girls in the red light district.
Megumi is already frustratedly pushing his hips backwards to grind the fingers deeper inside, wiggling his ass almost seductively. When Toji goes to pull his fingers back to thrust back in again he can feel his pussy clench in a desperate attempt to keep him inside, to keep him feeling full.
Fuck - Toji can feel his cock twitch, slowly hardening against the rough material of his pants. He’s only two fingers in - he can see Megumi already struggling to keep himself upright on his hands, elbows trembling. Against his better judgement - which isn’t really much of a difference compared to his normal judgement - he leans his hips forward to press the outline of his cock through his jeans against Megumi’s cunt, and he can hear the latter let out an audible gasp.
“Y’can feel it, can you?” Toji shoves in a third finger and uses his thumb to rub hard at Megumi’s clit. At the same time he pushes forward to grind upwards against his ass, lets him feel his cock get hard. The boy underneath him gasps loudly, clenching tightly against the three fingers inside his cunt.
It’s all too much for Megumi, the feeling of being so full with the lazy circles over his clit and the hardness of Toji’s clothed cock grinding against the cleft of his ass. It damn near hurts, how much his pussy’s being forced to accomodate to what feels like a whole hand in him, and the thought of Toji shoving a fist in him has him gulping out a sob, thighs shaking. His arms refuse to hold him up at the way Toji’s been rubbing at his swollen clit with a vicious grin on his face, can hear the way Toji’s letting out low groans at the sight of his hole stretching so open, velvety walls fluttering around thick fingers scissoring open to stretch him even further, and he can feel the tip of a pinky forcing its way in despite the way he’s desperately gasping it’s not going to fit, desperately scrabbling at his baby blue blanket, legs spread open for his daddy, ass in the air and face on the bed, arms practically useless; he can hear himself whimpering into the mattress please daddy please slow down hurts -
Then he feels Toji lean down, warm breath against his ear -
“You think whining like a bitch is gonna make daddy fuck you slower?”
Megumi wails at the low rumble of those words against his ear, the feeling of warm breath and sharp teeth biting against the cartilage, and the wave of pleasure that normally doesn’t hit unless he’s masturbating by himself crashes into him like an unending wave, feeling Toji’s fingers grinding against the sweet spot inside even after he cums until he’s sobbing. He can still hear the sound of his soaked hole squelching around the intrusion, dripping wet, stretched so wide open that it Toji pulled his fingers out it would gape open.
Toji just laughs, curling his fingers just so until Megumi’s letting out cute little uh, uh, uhs and ‘s too much daddy gimme a sec and he takes the bottle of lube, forcing the upper half of it into the quivering, ruined baby pussy in front of him and squeezing.
Megumi whines, muffled by the sheets and lifting a hand to feel his stomach. There’s no real distention but it still feels like his stomach is moving around to make space for the lube being squeezed inside. Toji pulls the tip of the bottle out just to watch the lube dribble down the insides of Megumi’s thighs, coldly watching as his son shakes like a leaf, thighs wet and shiny, cunt glistening in a way that makes it look so fucking delicious. He ducks his head to drag the flat of his tongue from Megumi’s clit all the way to his hole, thrusting his tongue in to watch him squirm. The lube doesn’t taste fantastic but underneath everything he can taste the slick Megumi makes on his own.
“Fuck, baby, you taste like goddamn heaven, ” he mutters out, lips moving against his slippery hole, listens to Megumi’s desperate little whines.
Toji pulls his fly down only to pull out his cock, hard and red and most definitely too big for Megumi to take - if, of course, he wasn’t an awful person that wanted to watch Megumi cry on his cock. There’s already so much lube, inside Megumi and all over his thighs, so Toji just drags his length against the inside of skinny, trembling thighs and rubs the tip against the slit.
“Du-Daddy?” Megumi slurs, jerking violently at every drag of his father’s cock against his clit. He’s so, so sensitive right now. He doesn’t think he can take anyone’s dick right now after cumming on mere fingers, let alone -
He twists his neck around to catch a look, and… Oh, that’s not going to fit inside.
“Daddy, that’s not - that’s not going to fit - “
Toji doesn’t reply. He watches in twisted fascination as Megumi’s pussy visibly clenches around nothing, more wetness dripping out, holds his slicked-up cock and presses the tip against the entrance. He’s prepped that tiny little hole so much, forcing in four fingers until Megumi had sobbed around his fingers, but the sight of the head pressing into velvety walls still looks damn near impossible when Toji’s so fucking massive compared to Megumi whose body hasn’t even fully developed yet.
Oh well, he’s always had a penchant for the seemingly impossible. He slowly pushes his cock in, inch by inch, watching the walls of Megumi’s pussy spread even further than with his fingers, struggling to fit his cock inside, the squeeze almost painful. Megumi’s already crying again, lips bitten, nails digging into soft palms until he draws blood.
Shit, why didn’t he do this earlier?
“Fuck, ‘Gumi, you’re just as fucking tight as your mother - maybe even tighter, y’know? Just as much of a slut as she was too.”
Megumi’s face is already so fucked out, brain seemingly turning into mush as he tries to form words in his mouth, yet failing terribly as Toji bottoms out balls deep, only waits a few seconds to let him adjust, then pulling out and slamming in viciously, fucking him like a monster, using his pussy like a cocksleeve. His mouth opens in an attempt to say something, anything, but all that comes out is “Ngh, daddy, fuck, so - mmph! - so good,” mind failing to register anything else except for the slick drag of his father’s cock against his walls, calloused fingers rubbing quick little circles against his oversensitive clit, and the noises that involuntarily come out of his throat sound less like quiet little gasps and sharp exhales and more like cute moans echoing in the emptiness of his room, cute little chest rising up and down, letting out whimpers and uh! uh! uhs like a cheap whore until he’s clenching around the cock again, squeezing so tight that Toji can barely move to keep fucking him, begging for him to stop and for him to slow down, but Toji groans, hands slithering up to his chest to fondle at pink, rosy nipples and basking in the noises that Megumi makes.
“Shit, baby - you want daddy’s cock so fucking bad, huh? Want me to fuck you until you can’t get rid of the feeling of me in you?” His voice comes out rough and uneven, bucking his hips into the warm body under him even harder, hearing the wet squelch, schlick noises of the lube he’d squeezed inside earlier mixing with Megumi’s natural slick. It only serves to make him fuck into his pussy harder, hearing his pretty little son crying, babbling and begging him to fuck him harder, hears his desperate cries of cum inside, daddy I want your cum so bad please and Toji can feel the tensing string inside him pull tighter and tighter; he leans in forward to breathe into Megumi’s ear sweet filth.
“You want my cum inside? You want daddy to fuck you pregnant? God, baby, you want me to breed you ‘til you feel my load spilling out of your slutty fucking cunny for days?” Toji’s so close, staring at the place between their bodies where they join together and his cock slides in and out of Megumi so obscenely, watches as his hole stretches open over and over again every time he fucks his cock inside. “You love my cock so much, it makes you look so desperate. It’s okay, baby,” he says, lovingly leaning his head against the crook of Megumi’s shoulder, “I’ll fuck you so stupid that all you’ll think about is cock, about getting filled with anything you can find.”
Toji pulls out for a split second to flip Megumi onto his back. He wants so badly to see what his son looks like, what fucking him with only a fraction of what he usually does, what merely stretching him with his fingers has done to his body, and - the view does not disappoint.
Shit, Toji thinks he could probably cum from this sight alone, staring at how Megumi’s face is ruddy red with a blush that reaches to his neck, cheeks stained with tears, soaked, spit drooling down the side of his mouth. His pussy gapes wide open even without anything inside, Toji catching a glimpse of glistening pink insides, shinier than usual from the extra lube. He slides back in - fuck, Megumi’s so loose now - and throws his legs over his shoulders, lifting his hips just slightly upwards, fucking him damn near violently, listening whiny, breathy moans turn into wails, begging for him to cum quickly daddy it hurts and if Toji isn’t a sadist then he doesn’t know what the hell he is because Megumi’s reactions just make him laugh and slide two fingers along in with his cock, watches as it stretches the tiny pussy out even further, to the point where it looks just plain painful. It looks as though it hurts but from the way Megumi reacts with an impossibly arched back and more blood staining the sheets where his hands are, it doesn’t seem so, from the way he just cries out louder and wraps his legs around his neck, grabbing the sheets so hard that his nails are digging into the cloth and into his palms.
“Fuck daddy fuck, nngh, want your cum in me, wanna be your slut - “
“Ya fucking want it?”
“Please daddy breed me give me your babies fuck daddy -”
Toji cums from the sight of his own son cumming around his cock, spasming and clenching around his cock so tightly that it almost hurts to move; he cums hearing Megumi begging for his cum, begging for him to impregnate him and fuck if that isn’t hot. He hasn’t fucked someone this good at taking him for so long, and to think that it happened with his own son -
He huffs out a laugh. Like mother, like son, he thinks.
It takes a full three minutes for Megumi to stop trembling, and when the tremors stop, he stays completely limp, eyes glazed over, staring into nothing.
Toji likes the way fucked out looks on him, he thinks.
Pulling out leaves a dribbling mess of cum from pink insides and worn velvety walls, and Toji can’t help but feel his dick twitch at the sight of such a small, pretty cunny dripping with his seed, at the sight of Megumi’s thighs covered in slick and lube and cum and -
Fuck, he’s hard again.
He slips his fingers through the mess of various fluids and grips at Megumi’s jaw until it opens, pushing cum-covered digits against his tongue. Megumi’s much too fucked out and pliant to think about it, let alone fight against it, and automatically closes his lips around the fingers in his mouth to suck, swirling his tongue, only gagging slightly when Toji pushes them all the way against the back of his throat.
Oh, fuck. Yeah, he’s going to have to use that cute little mouth, needs the sight of those pouty lips all shiny from the smear of precum stuffed with his cock, wants to see his throat bulging with the exact same shape of his dick, wants to see Gumi whining miserably while getting his throat fucked.
Toji flips through the drawer he found the lube in for a cute little vibrator, baby pink (how like Megumi to buy something as obscene as a vibrator and still get one that’s pink) and covers the whole thing in an unnecessary amount of lube to shove in Megumi’s pussy and keep the cum inside.
It’s not enough to get Megumi out of the dazy headspace until he flips the switch, and he angles it against the spot that makes him cry; he watches as glazed, hazy eyes clear back up a little bit only to feel the vibrations get turned up and letting out a miserable moan, feeling Toji start twisting it, curling his wrist just so until it’s too much. He watches as Megumi’s legs twitch, slides a hand up to grip at his ankle. He twists the vibrator around, looking for the right angle and jabbing at the inside of of Megumi’s pussy until he finds the spot that makes him sob from the pain of overstimulation and the feeling of orgasming so many times yet having another one forced on him. He’s an oversensitive dripping mess of cum and lube and sweat, shuddering his way through another violent release, fucked so hard and so sensitive that this time as he wails his way through another orgasm there’s a gush of fluid from his pussy around the fake cock inside him, staining the bed. He flushes even redder than before as Toji wolf whistles at the mess he’s just made of the sheets.
“Shit, kitty, you squirted on me?” he says with an expression of awe and smugness, gaze switching between the stain on the sheets and Megumi’s pulsing hole, then smirking and pushing the vibrator even deeper inside to watch tears streak down pale cheeks, bottom lip caught between teeth, bitten until it bleeds.
Toji gives him a moment to adjust, turning the setting down a bit lower, then coats his entire hand in a thin layer of lube. The bottle lets out a squelch noise as he finishes using the last of its contents, making a mental note to buy another one the next time he goes out, and presses the tip of his middle fingers against Megumi’s asshole, mockingly smiling at the way the boy underneath him panics and grips weakly at his wrist in a half-hearted attempt to stop him, falling pliant when Toji forces his fingers inside anyways.
Toji smiles lazily at the way Megumi squirms and moans confusedly around the finger in a place he’s never touched before, watching as his pussy spasms violently around the vibrator when a rough thumb grazes his clit, rubs lazy circles around it, cries around the mix of discomfort and pain and too much pleasure and oversensitivity.
“Why - Why’s it feel so good -” Megumi mumbles, gasping as thick fingers push upwards against his walls to feel the vibrations in his cunt, “‘S not the, the right hole -”
Toji lifts a hand to pinch and pull at swollen nipples, leans down to lick and suck and bite until Megumi’s sobbing, gripping at his hair. “Who said that ain’t the right hole, kitty?”
“It’s - nngh! - not where you should, hngh, put your f-fingers -”
“Well, ‘s making you feel good, isn’t it?” Toji grins at how Megumi looks so confused but not unwilling, moaning whorishly at the feeling of being filled in two holes, one being a place where it shouldn’t be filled. “If it feels good, ain’t nothing wrong with it, right?”
Megumi doesn’t respond, holes fluttering lightly against the intrusions. The words spilling from his mouth are incomprehensible, incoherent, a mess of pleases and cute little oversensitive moans from the everything on and in his body as Toji keeps thrusting the one finger in him, forcing in a second one alongside the first despite how obvious it is that his hole isn’t ready for it, and grins wickedly at puffy eyes, swollen and pink, bitten, bleedy lips and the press of the blunt head of his cock against a puckered rim sloppily prepped and covered in too much lube.
Megumi jerks at the pressure against his asshole. “We - we’re not done yet?” he slurs, tongue heavy in his mouth, overwhelmed by the low vibrations in his pussy and slow circles around his clit.
Toji throws his head back to let out a laugh, soft and slicing like poison.
“Oh, baby,” he says, smirking as he switches the vibrations to the highest it can go at the same time he forces all of his cock inside Megumi’s ass to listen to him cum again screaming, “ We’re not even close to being halfway through.”
Ah, Toji thinks, I’ll have to cancel the appointment with the client.