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Megumi hated bringing anyone he was dating home. Every time he did, every damn time, no matter how long they’d been together or how serious things seemed… the outcome would always be the same. His goddamn dad would steal them.
The first time it happened was with Megumi’s first girlfriend Hana. They met in their final year of high school and she had been his first real relationship. He could still remember her clearly. Honey blonde hair, and dimples every time she smiled. Hana was his first kiss. His first fumble around in the dark touching and learning. Hana took his virginity. She was his first everything.
They dated all throughout their senior year and probably would have continued into his first year of college if things had been different. If she hadn’t fucked him over completely.
Megumi figured things were going so well between them that he should bring her home to meet his dad.
His dad, Gojo, was not technically his dad. Gojo used to date Megumi’s mom. Megumi’s mom got really sick when he was seven and didn’t recover. It had been a traumatic time for Megumi and he wasn’t sure where he would end up. Gojo had surprised him. Instead of shuffling him off to other family or sticking him with child services, Gojo just stayed around and kept raising him.
They had a good relationship, mostly. Gojo wasn’t overbearing and didn’t try to invade or micromanage his life. In return, Megumi tried to stay out of trouble and not cause him too much grief. Megumi was well taken care of and never really wanted for much.
So, Megumi invited Hana over to meet him. Just a nice simple dinner so they could get to know each other. It seemed like the natural next step in their relationship. To meet the dad. Harmless and innocent.
Megumi was such a god damn idiot.
Gojo was cooking in the kitchen in sweats and a t-shirt like usual when they walked in. He was nice, friendly, asking them both normal questions about their upcoming end of year tests. Nothing strange about it at all. Nothing that would’ve caused Megumi to ever think this could happen.
So imagine his surprise when he came home from school a week later to find Hana straddling his dad’s lap on the couch. Megumi was completely frozen in place, like the entire world had just stopped. The two of them were so involved with each other that they didn’t even notice him standing there.
Hana’s skirt was hiked up to her stomach, her hot pink panties pulled to the side as she slid up and down on Gojo’s cock. She gasped loud with every thrust, her small perky breasts spilling out into his dad’s face while Gojo took full advantage of the view, licking and sucking at them. His tongue swirling around her nipple and biting it between his teeth. Gojo grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks and thrusting up into her. Her tits bounced and her head fell back, a loud moan escaping her lips.
It was fucking obscene. For a moment, Megumi was completely stuck in place just watching them fuck, like a porno come to life in his living room. A mixture of arousal and anger flooded his body. He had just fucked her two days ago and now she was here fucking his dad. His cock jerked in his pants.
What the fuck?
Megumi didn’t understand what he was feeling, hot and heavy in his stomach. He stormed out, slamming the door behind him. He didn’t return until the next morning.
His dad apologized, giving some lame excuse. Hana had stopped by to grab a book she left behind and one thing just led to another. One thing just led to another? Like he didn’t fucking seduce her. Like he didn’t have Megumi’s girlfriend whimpering on his cock.
What the fuck ever. Fuck him.
His dad was such a goddamn slut. A whore. Megumi had watched him bounce from one relationship to the next over the years, never staying with one person for long. Gojo would sleep with anyone that gave him even a fraction of attention. Megumi tried not to judge him for it, everyone had their issues. But this was something else entirely. They didn’t speak for two full weeks after that day.
The second time it happened was when Megumi brought home a boyfriend from college. He’d been exploring his sexuality a bit, experimenting with both genders. God, he’d really fucking liked this one. Yuta was a year older and was supposed to be a little smarter. More experienced. They’d been going steady for a few months when Megumi finally caved and brought him home.
Within the first ten minutes, he knew it had been a mistake. His dad was openly flirting with his boyfriend, brushing against him as he passed, and demanded a hug before Yuta left. Weirder than his dad’s behavior was that his boyfriend seemed to fucking like it. Megumi should’ve known then. The warning sign was right there in front of his face!
He still brought Yuta back over. The plan was to watch a movie, just the two of them but of course his dad intercepted that plan and demanded to be a part of it. He would get lonely by himself. Megumi stared at this grown man pouting at him like a child and sighed.
The three of them piled on the couch, with his boyfriend in the middle. It was a little chilly in the apartment so they had a soft blanket thrown over all three of them. Megumi should have been more suspicious.
The movie they chose was an action flick, lots of explosions and loud dialogue. Everything was going great, until a moan invaded Megumi’s ears. A moan from his whore of a dad interrupting the character's monologue.
Megumi glanced over and could clearly see his boyfriend stroking his dad under the blanket. The blanket moving and his dad's head tilted back against the couch. Like what the actual fuck? Right next to him.
Megumi didn’t know what to fucking think. Was he just supposed to pretend like he didn’t realize what was happening right next to him? His dad moaned again, softly, obscenely, and Megumi’s brain shorted out.
Was that fucking attractive? Oh hell no, what the fuck?
Megumi stood up and left to his room, almost slamming the door behind him. His heart was pounding in his chest, his blood boiling. He was angry but very aroused. He ignored the warmth pooling in his stomach and focused on the anger instead.
The audacity to do that right next to him!
Megumi expected Yuta to follow him into his room. Right? That would be what any sane, loving boyfriend would do when caught jacking off their lover's dad. But Yuta didn’t. And it wasn’t long before Megumi heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure coming from the living room. He couldn’t fucking believe it. Were they actually fucking? On the couch? Right where he could see?
There was just no way. It had to be a sex scene from the movie. Megumi stepped out of his room heading back for the living room only to be stopped dead at the sight in front of him. His dad was bent over the couch getting plowed by the same cock that Megumi had just had in his goddamn mouth earlier that day.
Megumi just stood there in shock as Yuta’s cock slid in and out. High pitched, overexaggerated fucking wails coming from his dads stupid mouth. Megumi couldn’t look away. Sweat pooled on Yuta’s brow as he pounded into him over and over.
Fuck. Megumi was going to hell. It was so goddamn hot. He was annoyed and extremely turned on, watching Yuta fuck into his dad while Gojo almost fucking cried out, moaning like he’d never been fucked before in his life. His dad was so dramatic. Yuta wasn’t even that good.
Yuta’s hand fisted in his dad’s white hair, pulling his head back while he continued thrusting deep and fast, holding him in place while Gojo whimpered on his cock.
Megumi couldn’t help himself as his hand slid beneath his waistband gripping his own cock, hot and heavy in his hand. He stroked while he watched. He couldn’t fucking help it.
All that pale skin on display, his boyfriend, no fucking ex-boyfriends cock sliding in and out of him, thrusting hard, their skin smacking together filling the room. The sounds of skin on skin and his own dad’s cries sending him over the edge. Megumi’s vision whited out, and for a moment he thought he might fall over as he came with a low groan spilling into his hand right there in the hallway.
He wasn’t fucking proud of it okay? Shit.
Those two fucked a few more times over the next few months, each time Megumi caught him, his ex-boyfriend would just give him a sheepish smile and go back to fucking his dad like nothing was wrong. A look on Yuta’s face that said, ‘hey sorry I decided to fuck your dad instead of you.’
Fuck them both for real.
The next person he dated was a woman again, a woman who swore she would never do anything like that. Akari shared a few classes with him. Things were going pretty well between them and they were a few months into their relationship when she started asking about his family. Megumi had refused to bring her home or introduce her to his dad. Fuck that. He already knew what would happen.
He told Akari that he had already had two previous partners sleep with his dad.
“What is your dad like a supermodel or something?” Akari asked.
“Yes actually, he kinda is!” Megumi said, completely exasperated. His dad was frustratingly attractive. Even he could admit that. It wasn’t a mystery why this shit kept happening to him, it just didn’t make it any less annoying.
Akari laughed. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”
Great, really appreciating the vote of confidence that she wasn’t going to also fucking sleep with his dad.
He finally caved and brought her to the house. His dad wasn’t home. Megumi praised the heavens and fucked her until the early morning. If his dad was home, they didn’t see him.
When they woke up the next morning, Gojo was in the kitchen sipping coffee. He didn’t say anything overt. Just a simple greeting, a two fingered wave. Megumi should’ve known that would be enough. That one look at his siren of a father would be enough to undo any man or woman. He’d been naive, confident that this one actually liked him enough to resist temptation.
The next time Akari stayed the night, they fell asleep a bit early. Megumi woke up and she wasn’t next to him. But he could hear her, through the fucking walls. Moaning out. Moans that weren’t created by him. Megumi laid in bed and just listened, one hand moving towards his cock while his dad was fucking his girlfriend.
This had to be some kind of game for his dad at this point, just another way to fucking irritate Megumi. Still, he laid there and jerked off listening to them. Fuck. There was something horribly wrong with him. As he came hard in his hand, he wondered what would happen if it was him that slipped in bed late at night with his dad instead.
His next boyfriend, Yuji, asked the question he’d been wondering himself.
“Why don’t you just join in?” Yuji asked while they laid together.
Megumi had just laid out all his trauma. If Yuji was going to go the same route, he’d rather get it over with. He really fucking liked Yuji and this one might actually break his heart to lose.
His dad obviously had no shame so Yuji figured Megumi should just join in next time, assert some dominance. As if the thought of his dad touching his cock didn’t feel him with both disgust and desire.
It was fucked up and maybe he even wanted it or maybe he was just fucking jealous because his dad kept stealing everyone he liked. Was he hungry for his partners or for the man himself? Megumi didn’t know anymore.
Yuji reassured him though, just like the last one, that there was no way he would fall for the man. He wasn’t into older guys, no daddy issues. Haha so fucking funny.
Yuji may not have daddy issues but he did have some modesty ones. After the first time they fucked, Megumi lay fucked out and sweaty on the mattress, and Yuji just walked into the kitchen completely fucking naked. Like dick and balls fully out, not giving a single fuck about who saw.
Megumi could hear the conversation through the wall because of course his dad was out there and saw his boyfriend with his dick out. They didn’t say much, something casual, something innocent, something threaded with want. So he knew then that despite what his boyfriend had told him, he’d be fucking his dad soon just like all the rest.
But for the next few days nothing happened.
Megumi got split on Yuji’s cock every night and he didn’t wake up to him slipping away into his dads bed or anything. Megumi started to relax thinking he had finally found one that liked him instead when his boyfriend burst that bubble.
“So I was thinking,” Yuji said. “Would you ever consider a threesome?”
“With who?” Megumi asked, as though he didn’t already know where this was going.
“Your dad,” Yuji replied. “It’s not like he’s actually blood related right?”
What the actual fuck. He couldn’t be for real. Megumi immediately dismissed it. No fucking way. That was his dad, even if they weren’t actually related. It was still wrong. And even though he’d maybe had some lewd thoughts about it before, that was just the heat of the moment. It meant nothing.
He spent the next three days thinking about it. Watching his dad shirtless bent over the sink cleaning, his dad laid out on the floor exercising, everything innocent transformed into something completely filthy in his mind. His dad was fucking hot, all long lines and toned muscle. Gorgeous.
Gojo could tell something was wrong, Megumi was being cagey around him, not even allowing him to do his patented hair ruffle, circa, when Megumi was four.
Megumi couldn’t help it, every time he got close to his dad, his mind was bombarded with the worst thoughts, it was all consuming. Until even the most innocent thoughts sent arousal pooling in his groin.
“Megs, what is up with you? Did I do something?” his dad asked over dinner one night.
Megumi felt his eyes twitch. Did he do something? Shit. Yes. Fuck. He always did something and never to Megumi. What? Shit.
Megumi squirmed in his seat.
“I can tell something is bothering you, just tell me what it is.” his dad asked.
“Why won’t you fuck me too?” he blurted out, the words just tumbling out. “Yuji wants to fuck you because of course he does. Because everyone does. But he doesn’t want to do it without me.”
Gojo just stared at him, completely surprised, expecting something completely different, school worries maybe. But he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t into it.
“I love you, I don’t want to hurt you,” Gojo replied.
“I’m asking for it,” Megumi said.
“I raised you,” Gojo said. “Wouldn’t that be weird?”
“Don’t you think I'm attractive?” Megumi asked insecurity gnawing at him. He didn’t know why it was so important for his dad to be into him.
“Baby boy, of course I do. You’re the prettiest,” Gojo replied.
Megumi blushed.
“You really want to do this?” Gojo asked.
Did he? Fuck. Yes.
“You want me to touch you?” Gojo asked.
“Yes,” Megumi replied.
“You want to touch me?” Gojo asked.
“Yes,” Megumi replied.
He did. He fucking ached with it the more he thought about it. He wanted a taste of what everyone else had tried. What everyone else just couldn’t seem to fucking resist.
So the next time his boyfriend, Yuji, came over they all gathered in the living room. His dad took control in a way he never had before telling them both to strip while he watched from the couch, his eyes trailing over every part of their bodies.
“On your knees, Megumi,” Gojo commanded.
Megumi dropped so fast his knees ached from the impact. He wanted to prove he could be a good boy. He looked at his dad, not sure what he would find there. His dad looked at him approvingly, his hand idly palming at his own cock hidden beneath his sweats.
“Feed him your cock,” Gojo commanded Yuji.
Yuji stroked his already dripping cock and fed it slowly into Megumi’s mouth. He took it down hungrily, palming at his own cock while he bobbed on his boyfriends, his tongue swirling around the head, drool dripping down from his mouth.
Yuji groaned when his cock slid all the way down Megumi’s throat.
“My boy doesn’t have a gag reflex? Fuck that’s hot,” Gojo said.
Megumi popped off his boyfriend and looked at his dad, sticking his tongue out as an invitation. His dad looked for two seconds, three, and then sat up from the couch and stepped forward.
Megumi nosed at his sweats, feeling the bulge underneath. He wasn’t thinking about right or wrong anymore. He didn’t care what anyone thought, he just wanted it, he wanted him, in any way he could have him. He could be so good for him, better than any of the losers he had taken into his bed before.
Megumi gripped under his dad’s waistband and pulled his sweats down. Fuck. His cock was huge, slender and long, flushed pink, the head thick and throbbing, a pearl of pre-cum sitting at the tip. Megumi had to get his mouth on it immediately.
He dove forward, licking at the tip, salty on his tongue. His tongue swirled around the head collecting everything there. He felt his boyfriend move, standing next to his dad, the sounds of their mouths meeting drowning everything else out.
Megumi swallowed his dad down like he’d been born to do it. Gojo’s cock slid in easily, bottoming out at the back of his throat. One of his hands threaded through Megumi’s hair, holding him in place until he could barely breathe and then letting him back off just enough to gasp before pushing his cock down his throat again.
It felt so good. So right to be used this way. To feel his dad like this. Every part of Megumi hummed with arousal as the heaviness of his dads cock filled his mouth.
His dad held his head while he fucked into his mouth, the sloppy sound of his cock sliding mixing with the sloppy sound of Yuji and Gojo kissing above him.
“Fuck, god damn baby boy you’re so fucking soft, so fucking good for daddy.”
The effect of those words made Megumi’s dick twitch. He was such a good fucking boy, wasn’t he? He would make his daddy happy. He felt so good.
He let his dad abuse his throat until finally Gojo stiffened and came, hot and salty in his mouth. Megumi swallowed it down greedily, not allowing one drop to fall to the ground. He pulled off with a wet pop and looked up at his dad, staring down at him with stars in his eyes, like his son sucking his cock was the best thing he’d ever seen in his life.
Gojo turned and leaned over the couch, exposing his bare ass to the two boys. Pale skin and perfectly round. Yuji stood behind him, grabbing at his ass, eager to get inside. Megumi was still kneeling on the ground trying to catch his breath. He watched as Yuji plunged a finger into his dads tight, pink hole.
“Megumi, come over here,” his dad called from where he was hanging over the back of the couch.
Megumi stood up, his legs shaking and walked over to him. His dad opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, an open invitation. Megumi’s cock throbbed, hanging thick between his legs.
Gojo moaned out as Yuji pushed another finger into him. Megumi took his own cock in his hand and set just the tip on his dads tongue.
His dad licked eagerly around the head, sucking on the tip like it was a lollipop. God it felt so good. So warm and wet. So right.
Yuji pushed his cock inside and Gojo moaned on Megumi’s cock, the vibrations traveling all the way down to his toes. His dads lips were wrapped so tight around him, his tongue doing things that nobody had ever done to him before.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Yuji breathed as he sat sheathed inside Gojo.
Megumi didn’t have even a moment to feel jealous because as soon as his boyfriend pulled out and slammed back in, Gojo swallowed Megumi’s cock down like it was the only thing he was good at. Megumi tried not to thrust but it felt so good, his dads tongue flat against his cock as it slid in and out.
Yuji pounded into Gojo from behind while Gojo slobbered and moaned around the cock in his mouth. It was so fucking hot. Everything felt so fucking good. Megumi couldn’t believe he’d waited so long to have him like this. Gojo hollowed his cheeks sucking hard. Fuck. Megumi was not going to last.
“Fuck daddy.” Megumi said, the words just spilling out of him. “Please. Don’t stop. Daddy please.”
Gojo moaned against his cock again and Megumi came, spilling down his dads throat while Yuji continued to fuck into Gojo from behind. Megumi pulled his soft cock out of the warm heat of his dads mouth, Gojo’s lips puffy and red, his chin covered in spit, slick and wet. Perfect.
Megumi bent down and licked the spit off his dad’s chin, his tongue sliding into his dads mouth while Gojo moaned again. Yuji was still thrusting behind him, pushing his dads face more into Megumi, his tongue sliding further into his mouth, tasting himself and sin on his lips. Yuji thrust a few more times and then came with a high pitched moan, spilling into his dad.
Megumi walked around the couch to watch as Yuji pulled out, cum dripping out of his dads swollen hole. Megumi slid one finger through the warm cum, pushing it back into his dad’s hole while Gojo whined at the overstimulation.
Gojo stood on shaky legs turning to both boys. Megumi was still incredibly turned on and knew Yuji was too. He could go again, he could explore more if his dad was up for it. Everything just felt so damn good. He never wanted to stop.
Gojo sat on the couch, Yuji’s cum leaking onto the cushions.
“Come sit on my lap, baby boy.”
Megumi didn’t have to be told twice. He straddled his dad, kissing his still swollen lips, Gojo already hard beneath him, pressing against him. He wanted him. He needed him.
“Let me open him up,” Yuji offered.
Yuji spread Megumi’s cheeks, licking at his hole, his tongue wet and hot. Megumi pushed back against it desperate for more as his dad licked into his mouth, one of his hands rubbing over Megumi’s nipples. Gojo took one of his nipples in his mouth, biting down gently while Yuji’s tongue slid around his rim, going inside him and then circling again, slowly opening him up so Megumi could fuck his dad.
Megumi could be daddy’s good boy. He needed it so bad. He was fucking sick with how much he wanted him.
Megumi moaned low when Yuji pushed in two fingers along his tongue. The stretch good but Megumi was already hungry for more. Yuji spread his cheeks and lifted his ass up. Then he lined up Gojo’s cock and pushed Megumi’s ass down on it.
Fuck, it was so big. Bigger than anything he’d ever taken before. Megumi’s ass stretched around his dads cock so tight it felt like he was going to break apart.
“Breathe baby boy.”
“Fuck daddy, so big,” Megumi gasped out.
Yuji helped him sink all the way down on his dads cock until he was fully seated. Megumi arched back, his dads cock so deep he could feel it in his chest. Yuji’s hands came around playing with his nipples and Megumi started to ride. Every slide of his dads cock inside him felt so good, so right, so perfect. Like they’d always been made for each other, like he’d been born just for this. His dad gripped his waist, soft, loving, his fingers not pressing hard enough to bruise.
“Thats it baby boy, just like that.”
“Fuck. Daddy daddy daddy,” Megumi babbled as he rode him.
Everything felt so good, so perfect. He sank on his dads cock over and over until he was sick with it, until he felt like he had come completely undone and there was nothing left but being fucked by his dad. Gojo let him ride for a while and then manhandled him, reversing their positions, Megumi’s face smushed into the couch cushions.
Gojo’s cock entered him again, sliding in smooth and deep and Megumi screamed. His dad fucked him hard and fast chasing his release, the couch cushions rubbing against Megumis face, pinned in place by strong hands on his back pushing him down while his dads cock drilled into him.
“Fuck me,” his dad breathed.
“Fuck yes,” Yuji breathed back.
Megumi felt it. Felt the difference in the rhythm as his boyfriend slid back into his dads waiting hole. Every thrust from Yuji, pushed his dad further inside until it barely felt like thrusting, just a slow drag digging deeper and deeper inside of him until they were all connected as one.
Gojo moaned out obscenely, his cock stilling as he spilled into his son, filling him with hot, sticky cum. He stayed inside as Yuji continued to drive into him from behind. His cock softer now but sliding in, more and more with every thrust until Yuji also came again with a cry that sounded more like a scream.
Gojo still didn’t pull out and Megumi could feel it, could feel him getting hard again inside him. What the fuck? What was he made of that he could just go again.
“Come here,” Gojo said to Yuji. “Watch.”
Megumi felt it as a finger slid in next to Gojo’s fat cock, teasing at his rim and then pushing past it, the stretch incredible and so so good.
“You can fit too,” Gojo said.
“Please daddy,” Megumi cried. “Please.”
Megumi wanted it. He wanted it so bad. He wanted to feel both of them inside of him at once. Gojo put his arms around Megumi’s chest, holding him up until Megumi’s back was resting against his dads chest, his dads’ cock still heavy inside him. Yuji slid on the couch where Megumi had been laying, his dad maneuvering them just enough to give him room.
“I’ve never done this before,” Yuji said.
“You’re going to love it,” Gojo replied.
Gojo laid Megumi back down gently until he was chest to chest with Yuji. His boyfriend kissed and sucked at his neck, while Megumi lay boneless on top of him. Megumi felt his dad slip out of his ass and whined at the loss.
“Just a minute baby boy, we got you.”
Then he felt them both, two heads pushed against his rim, the stretch impossible and perfect. They both slid inside, pushing past his rim, stretching him more than he’d ever been before.
“Fuck,” Megumi cried as they both sank deeper into him.
It hurt and it felt good. He wasn’t sure which feeling was more powerful. He felt his dad slide out and thrust back in. Yuji’s cock stayed stationary, just a heavy weight inside him as his dad started thrusting again.
“Fuck,” his dad moaned. “So fucking tight baby boy. So fucking perfect.”
Gojo’s hands ran up and down Megumi’s back as he thrusted, each slow drag of his cock against Megumi’s rim making his entire body shudder. He wasn’t sure how long it lasted, it may have been minutes or hours. He was lost in it, the drag, the heat, the stretch all consumed him until he was screaming and whining on top of his boyfriend, his cock throbbing and begging for release.
They all came together, like they had each found harmony in each other and there was no other way for it to go. When they pulled out, cum dripped from Megumi’s ass and down his thighs and he could barely open his eyes, completely fucked out and gone.
Gojo carried Megumi to his bed, cleaning him gently and covering him with a blanket, placing a sweet, chaste kiss on his forehead.
“Love you,” Gojo said softly.
“Love you daddy,” Megumi replied.
Then he was gone and he drifted into a deep, dark, sleep.