toji teaches megumi how to fuck you🎀 explicit smut, 18+ only power imbalance • manipulation • humiliation, degradation, dirty talkpraise kink + shame kink cum on face • spit-sharing •
his house smells like old cologne and cheap beer, like he sprayed something last-minute to cover the smoke. megumi knocks once and walks in without waiting. you follow him, hugging your arms across your chest, wearing something casual, something soft, not at all expecting what the night will turn into.
toji’s on the couch, shirtless. thick scar across his belly, old sweat still clinging to his skin from some job he must’ve just finished. he doesn’t get up. just nods at you both and tilts his chin.
“food’s in the kitchen. you cook that, gumi?”
toji scoffs. “of course you did.”
you sit stiff on the edge of the couch, crossing your legs while megumi brings two plates and sets them down. the three of you eat in quiet, with the tv low in the background. nothing really said. just the fork tapping ceramic, the heavy swallow of beer, your thigh shifting under your dress. the air’s humid. not enough to sweat, but enough to feel.
and then, after a few minutes, toji speaks.
“so you finally fucked her.”
megumi doesn’t respond, just pauses over his food.
you glance at him sharply. your voice is low.
toji continues like it’s nothing.
“i figured. she was walking a little funny that day.” he snorts. “but the look on your face? dead giveaway.”
megumi shifts uncomfortably. doesn’t look at either of you.
“did you tell him everything?” you whisper under your breath, elbow nudging into his arm. your voice sharper now. “you’re such a dad boy.”
he keeps his eyes on his plate, jaw tense.
toji leans back, licking his thumb.
“listen, i’m not judging.” his voice is low, calm, deep. “just saying… there’s a few things he clearly forgot.” his eyes flick to you, then back to his son. “did you make her come first?”
megumi shifts again. doesn’t answer.
your mouth opens slightly. your thighs squeeze together. you don’t know whether to laugh or get up and leave.
“she needs to come first.” toji’s voice stays even. “tongue, fingers, whatever. that pussy’s gotta be dripping before you even put your dick near it. otherwise it’s just friction.”
“toji..” you try to say, but he cuts you off.
“nah, it’s alright. you’re here. might as well learn something.” he shrugs. “she get loud? or was she quiet?”
toji’s eyes land on you again.
“quiet means she’s faking. moaning through her teeth? fake. real moans got rhythm. hips jump. thighs shake.”
you shift on the couch, face hot, heart pounding.
“megumi.” you whisper, eyes wide. “why the fuck did you tell him?”
he still won’t look at you. toji keeps going.
“you use her tits at all? spit in her mouth? fingers in her ass?” his tone is casual. like it’s a checklist. “or were you just focused on getting your nut?”
you cover your face with your hand, shaking your head.
“nah, seriously.” he grins, finally taking another sip of his drink. “girl like this? soft thighs, fuckin’ mouth like that? she should be cumming three times before you even cum once.”
megumi’s face is flushed now. he looks sick. embarrassed. quiet.
you lean into him and whisper, voice tight:
“i can’t believe you. you really sat here and let him talk about me like that. you’re so fucked.”
toji watches you both. the silence after that is heavier than before. it hangs there.
and you don’t know what’s worse.
or that part of you didn’t hate hearing it.
you shift again, legs pressed together, plate untouched.
toji’s still talking. still lounging there with his chest out, one arm thrown over the couch back, eyes sliding between you and megumi like he’s watching a game neither of you are smart enough to win.
“you know what she needs, gumi?” he says suddenly, voice low and smug. “she needs someone to break her in proper. not all that soft shit. girls like this..” he nods toward you, eyes sharp “..they need to be told what they are. fucked like they know it.”
no warning. just grab your bag, fast, shaky hands, throat tight.
“you know what? i’m going home.”
megumi looks up instantly. “wait.. wait, baby..”
you don’t look at him. you don’t look at his dad. your chest is burning with heat shame, confusion, something sticky and sour sitting low in your belly.
“why did you tell him?” your voice cracks a little. “why would you ever think that was okay?”
“it wasn’t like that,” megumi says, voice rushing, eyes darting to his dad, then back to you. “i didn’t know he’d fuck, just wait.. just wait, okay?”
toji laughs behind you. slow. full of breath. like he’s enjoying this.
“spoiled.” his voice is like a slap to the back of your neck. “girl gets a little attention, thinks she runs the room.”
you freeze halfway to the door.
“go on then,” he adds, like a challenge. “leave. prove me right.”
you turn slowly, eyes narrowing. “excuse me?”
he raises his brows. shrugs.
“i said leave. walk out like a brat ‘cause you don’t like being told how your own pussy works. you think he’s gonna fix it without help?” he nods toward megumi, lazy. “he couldn’t even look you in the eye when you stood up. soft boy. that’s not what you need.”
megumi’s face burns, jaw tight.
you clutch your bag. your voice is sharp now.
“i don’t need you, either.”
your eyes snap to megumi. “say something.”
his lips part. but nothing comes out.
you feel your chest sink.
“i didn’t know he’d talk like that,” he says finally, voice hollow. “i just… i told him ‘cause i thought he’d help. i thought he knew more than me.”
you stare at him, eyes wide.
“and what were you just gonna sit there while he talked about me like i was some some project?”
he swallows. “no. i was gonna stop it. i just… didn’t know how.”
you almost laugh. it’s bitter. dry.
his body is big in the room. he doesn’t raise his voice. doesn’t touch you. just walks closer until you can smell the sweat still clinging to him. cologne and oil and skin. and then he speaks, low, voice warm like it’s intimate:
“you can leave.” he tilts his head. “but you’ll think about this later. when he’s inside you and it still doesn’t hit right. when you’re touching yourself after, trying to finish on your own.”
megumi is still seated, still frozen, eyes flicking between your face and his father’s.
“and you,” toji says, turning back to his son. “grow the fuck up. you wanna be a man? then learn what it takes to keep a woman like this. or someone else will.”
the silence that follows feels thick enough to choke on.
toji lights a cigarette, exhales slowly, and walks back toward the kitchen like none of it happened.
you just move. fast, quiet, heels tapping against the old tile floor until you’re in the kitchen, arms folded tight, back to the sink. megumi follows behind you, door still swinging when you turn around and hiss at him.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?”
his eyes go wide. “wait..”
“why would you tell your dad about our sex life?” your voice is sharp, cracked at the end. “that’s fucking weird. that’s not just personal that’s ours.”
he looks at the floor. doesn’t speaks at first.
you exhale roughly. “megumi.”
his jaw clenches. “because..” he runs a hand through his hair, eyes flicking up for a second, then down again. “because every time i do it, it feels like i’m not enough.”
he swallows. keeps going.
“i see your face. i see the way you get quiet after. the way you never touch me first. sometimes you don’t even cum and you don’t say anything. you just lie there.”
your lips part. your hands loosen at your sides.
“so yeah,” he mutters, voice smaller now, “i thought something was wrong. with me. with us. i thought maybe i had a problem, and… i asked him because i thought maybe he’d know.”
you blink. your voice softens.
“megumi… you thought you had a problem?”
“i didn’t think he’d talk like that.” he glances toward the living room. “he’s just… blunt. and fucking rude. but he was my age once. i thought he’d get it.”
you sigh. lean back against the counter. try to breathe.
“still, you should’ve asked me.”
he looks at you. “i did. you never answered.”
toji’s voice comes from behind it.
“i’m not trying to embarrass you two, y’know.”
you both turn. he’s standing just inside the doorway, arms crossed, that same loose, unreadable look on his face. bare chest rising slow with each breath. cigarette half-burned between his fingers.
“i wasn’t saying she’s broken,” he adds. “i said he doesn’t know what to do with her. and that’s true.”
you open your mouth, but he keeps going.
“and it’s not just about now. it’s about five years from now. ten.” he steps in, eyes dragging between you and megumi. “what happens when she stops tolerating it? when you still don’t know what makes her cum? when someone else figures it out before you do?”
you swallow. the room feels smaller.
“you think women stay when they’re not satisfied?” toji tilts his head. “you think they keep faking forever?”
you want to speak. want to interrupt. but his voice stays low, steady, like it’s pulling gravity toward him.
“i’ve seen it happen. you keep giving her half, one day she’ll take the rest from someone else.” he nods at you. “and not ‘cause she’s disloyal. ‘cause she’s human.”
he steps closer. not touching you. not threatening. but close enough that you can smell the smoke on his breath.
“i’m not judging either of you.” he glances to his son. “i’m trying to teach you. before you lose her.”
you stare at him. pulse fast. skin hot. confused whether it’s guilt or fear or something worse.
and megumi, still standing there in the same spot, speaks quietly.
megumi says it like he doesn’t even realize what he’s asking. voice low. breath uneven. standing between you and his father, unsure who he’s even defending anymore.
toji watches him for a long moment.
“you okay with that?” he asks, voice soft. controlled. like it’s something normal. like this isn’t sick. “you want me to show him what you like?”
your stomach twists. your throat dries.
you don’t answer right away.
megumi steps forward, voice hoarse.
“if you’re not okay, say so.”
your heart pounds. you look between them your boyfriend, tense and pink in the face, shame on his cheeks. and his father, calm. older. watching you like he’s already undressing you with his eyes, but still holding back.
you’re laid out now, thighs spread wide on the bed, your pussy wet and aching, your tits rising and falling with every breath. toji still standing beside you, stroking his cock slowly while megumi kneels awkwardly on the edge of the mattress, hands hesitant, face flushed.
“don’t just stare at her.” toji’s voice is low. amused. “touch her. see what she feels like when she’s really ready.”
his hands reach for your chest again shaky, soft and you flinch a little from the coldness of his fingers. he pauses.
“you’re not gonna break her.” toji mutters, stepping closer. “she’s not glass. she’s a slutty little girlfriend who needs more than you gave her.”
toji kneels behind you, his knees on either side of your hips, big body towering while megumi remains in front. and then his hands are on your chest again but not gentle now. not sweet.
he grabs your tits and shakes them once, hard.
“this is what you don’t do.” he lifts them, bounces them crudely. “don’t worship ‘em like you’re scared. squeeze. lift. let ‘em feel it.”
you gasp, whimpering as his thumbs rub your nipples raw.
“see how they get hard?” he smirks, rolling them in circles. “her whole body’s wired. one touch here..” he pinches hard, makes you twitch, “..gets her pussy wetter. your strokes won’t mean shit if you skip this part.”
megumi’s hands are still on your hips, unsure.
toji pulls one of megumi’s hands up and guides it over your tit, palm flat, big fingers overlapping.
“press harder. like this. feel how soft she is?” he laughs under his breath. “spoiled little body. all of it for you, and you didn’t even use it.”
megumi swallows. presses firmer.
“there you go.” toji mutters near your ear. “she moans like that when it’s good. when she wants more.”
his mouth presses against your jaw again. hot. slow. tongue dragging behind your ear, lips soft but dirty.
megumi leans in. you meet his mouth this time, tongue sliding past his on instinct, breath mixing, your hands in his hair.
but toji’s hands don’t stop. they keep sliding. one on your throat now, the other between your legs again.
“you feel that?” he mutters against your neck. “her cunt’s sucking for cock. not even inside yet, and she’s fluttering.”
you moan into megumi’s mouth. overwhelmed. dizzy.
“sit back.” toji says to megumi.
he does. breathing heavy.
toji pulls you back into his lap. spreads you across him, so your ass rests against his thighs and your legs are wide open, still dripping.
he lifts your tits again.
“look at these.” he grins, voice thick. “look at how they shake when i bounce her.”
he thrusts upward once, not inside just grinding. the jiggle is filthy.
megumi stares. hard. panting.
“go ahead. jerk off.” toji says softly, pinching both your nipples. “you like seeing me using her, don’t you?”
his hand wraps around his cock.
and toji presses the tip of his dick right between your folds, grinding it against your clit, up and down, filthy and wet.
“now watch how she opens for me.” he says calmly. “this is how you fuck a woman right.”
your legs are wide open now, resting across toji’s lap, your back pulled flush to his chest. you’re already slick all the way down, lips puffy, swollen, glistening. every breath you take makes your tits rise and fall against the air. megumi’s sitting at the foot of the bed, cock in his fist, watching, watching, watching.
toji kisses your cheek again. soft at first.
then he turns your face and kisses you filthier than anyone ever has.
his tongue forces its way past your lips. slow, messy. he kisses like he fucks with weight. his hand comes up to hold your jaw in place, his spit slicking your lips as he pulls back just enough to breathe against your mouth.
“kiss like that,” he mutters for megumi to hear. “wet. deep. make her choke on your tongue before your cock.”
“you feel how she twitches when i talk?” his hand slides down your belly again, fingers resting just above your clit. “watch her eyes. she gets wetter the meaner i get.”
his fingers dip lower and rub circles just barely. slow. cruel.
“tell her what she is, megumi.” his tone doesn’t rise. he’s calm. steady. devastating. “go on. say it.”
“say it like you mean it.”
you pant, trembling in his lap.
“i’m your slut,” you whisper, “but he’s teaching me better.”
megumi jerks his cock harder. face red. eyes wide.
toji laughs, mouth hot against your ear.
“good girl.” his hand moves to your tit again, squeezing it hard, bouncing the weight for show. “you hear that, gumi? she knows the difference.”
he pinches your nipple hard.
you cry out, breath catching.
“spank her.” toji says. “go ahead. right on the inside of her thigh.”
your leg twitches. your clit throbs. your back arches.
toji grabs your tits in both hands now, shaking them side to side, groaning while watching megumi’s hand pump faster.
“look at these fuckin’ tits,” he growls. “you’ve been soft with her for what, months? and never once grabbed her like this?”
he kisses you again deeper this time. wetter. sluttier.
your moan is loud, desperate.
“kiss her too.” he tells megumi, not even looking at him.
megumi leans in. kisses you while his dad’s still fondling you. it’s awkward at first shy, uncertain but you moan into him, so he keeps going. one hand still on his cock, the other creeping up to your throat.
toji grins against your shoulder.
“there we go.” he slaps your tits from behind. “now she’s got both of us. greedy little girl.”
“m-make me cum,” you whimper, trembling now, overwhelmed by all the hands, the eyes, the mouths. “please.”
toji grabs your face and makes you look at him.
“you cum when i say. not before. understand?”
“you hear that? control. you don’t just chase her pleasure. you own it. make her beg. make her thank you when she’s done.”
megumi strokes faster. eyes locked on the way your body reacts under every touch.
and then toji growls, thick and low.
“time to show him how you take cock, baby.”
the first thrust knocks the breath out of you.
toji’s cock sinks in slow, but it doesn’t matter he’s too thick, too heavy, too deep. your pussy stretches around him, body arching, thighs trembling as he bottoms out like it’s his. like your cunt was made for his cock, not megumi’s. not the boy kneeling beside you, watching your lips part and your eyes roll back.
toji groans into your ear. “there you go, sweetheart. that’s how you take dick. open just like that.”
he doesn’t start moving yet. just stays there. buried deep. grinding his hips forward while you squirm and gasp.
“tight as fuck,” he mutters, eyes on megumi now. “she always this tight for you? or is it just ‘cause daddy’s bigger?”
megumi doesn’t answer. his hand is still on his cock, but his eyes are glued to where you’re split open on his dad’s length.
toji grins, then grabs one of your tits lifts it up, bounces it once in his palm.
“come here, gumi. suck it.”
“go on.” toji leans forward, thrusting once slow but brutal. “you wanna learn, right? start with these.”
he guides your tit straight to megumi’s mouth. gently. like it’s something natural. and megumi obeys. lips part, tongue flicks, and then he sucks wet, open-mouthed, eyes locked to yours while your nipple slips past his lips.
you moan loud. full-body, dizzy, messy.
“that's my boy,” toji praises, smirking and mocking while rolling his hips again. “see how she moans when you suck it deep?”
he starts fucking you for real now. hips snapping forward, heavy balls slapping your ass, each thrust rougher than the last. your body bounces with every movement, pinned between megumi’s mouth and toji’s cock, gasping, twitching, soaking.
“you were so defensive earlier,” toji groans, voice mocking as his palm smacks your ass. “acting like we crossed a line.”
“now look at you. lettin’ your boyfriend’s dad fuck you stupid while he sucks your tits.”
megumi groans against your chest. his cock leaks onto your thigh.
you sob through a moan. “f-feels so good..!”
“yeah?” toji growls, spanking your other ass cheek, watching it jiggle. “this what you needed? an old man cock to stretch you out right?”
“yes.. fuck yes, please.”
“i needed your cock.. fuck ! your cock’s better so deep..”
toji chuckles darkly, fucking you harder now, pounding you so your tits bounce into megumi’s mouth. “you hear that,egumi? your girl likes daddy’s cock better. ain’t that sweet?”
you’re soaked. dripping. your whole body caught in a rhythm neither of them are letting you escape.
and then toji leans in, biting your shoulder as he growls.
“gumi. get ready to fuck her next. daddy’s gonna stretch her first, then you’re gonna learn how to make her cum.”
your thighs are shaking when toji starts to groan. his thrusts are rougher now, meaner, dragging your ass back with every snap of his hips, your body slapping against his while your tits bounce and megumi’s mouth stays open, panting below you.
he’s watching. jerking his cock. still hard. still learning.
you’re moaning loud, slurred, leaking around toji’s thick cock as it splits you over and over. and then you feel it the twitch, the shift in his weight, the grip that tightens suddenly at your waist.
but he doesn’t cum inside.
he pulls out at the last second with a growl, one hand flying up to grip your hair and yank your head back.
“watch this, gumi,” he pants, fist working fast over his cock. “this is how you finish if you don’t want a baby. fuck condoms.”
he drags your face down toward him, your lips parted in shock, breath caught
thick, hot ropes shoot across your cheek, your chin, your lips some on your nose, some dripping into your mouth. you flinch as he paints your face, groaning through clenched teeth.
“look at that,” toji mutters, still stroking his cock lazily as the last few drops spill onto your skin. “better than any fuckin’ plan b.”
you blink. cheeks flushed, lips sticky, cum running down your neck. dazed.
megumi stares. red-faced. cock twitching.
“your turn,” toji says calmly, releasing your hair. “get on the bed.”
you let him move you, body loose, shaky, guided by rough hands. he shuffles you forward, toward megumi, and you straddle his lap without even thinking your pussy still twitching, still hungry, still stretched from his father’s cock.
toji grabs megumi’s wrist and places his cock at your entrance.
“rub it on her clit first. tease her. don’t just shove it in like a rookie.”
megumi breathes hard. follows the order. you moan when his tip slides along your folds, slick with toji’s spit and your own mess.
you sink down slowly, inch by inch, moaning deep as megumi fills you.
“fuck.” he gasps, eyes wide, grip on your hips tight. “she’s so-”
“tight, right?” toji smirks. “that’s ‘cause daddy warmed her up for you.”
your hands on his shoulders, your face still messy, your mouth open as your hips find a rhythm. his cock isn’t as thick as toji’s, but you still clench around him, whining with every bounce.
“don’t let her do all the work,” toji mutters. “grab her ass. move your hips. show her you can fuck.”
megumi listens. he thrusts up to meet you, hips lifting, cock stroking deeper, your moans getting louder.
your lips meet, sticky at first, but hungry. you moan into him as your tongues slide together, messy, soft, wet. he groans when you lick into his mouth, and you do it again long, slow, tongue dragging against his, sharing breath.
“look at that,” toji says behind you, lazy and smug. “that’s how you fuck your girl. filthy, deep, and sweet all at once.”
you’re shaking now. hips bouncing. moaning louder into megumi’s mouth.
“you like daddy’s cock better, but you love your boyfriend, huh?”
you nod against megumi’s lips.
megumi moans into your mouth. his hands grip your ass now, just like his father told him, helping you bounce faster. your soaked pussy sucks his cock in so deep it’s sticky, slippery, loud your thighs slap against his, and your moans are broken, desperate.
“i-i’m gonna..” he pants.
“not yet,” toji growls. “make her cum first. she deserves it.”
you kiss megumi again sloppy now, tongues dragging, both of you breathless. his cock throbs inside you, twitching as you grind, rolling your hips now instead of bouncing. you circle your clit on his pubic bone and gasp.
your whole body locks up. your walls flutter. and then it hits.
your orgasm crashes through you, sharp and hot and wet, your pussy clenching tight around him while you cry out loud into his mouth.
“that’s it,” toji smirks. “ride it out. let him feel it.”
megumi gasps, back arching, and you feel his cock pulse he cums deep inside you with a groan, hugging you tight, cock pumping thick inside your still-trembling pussy.
you barely have time to blink before his hands are on your hips again, pulling you off megumi’s cock, his cum leaking out of you, dripping onto the sheets below.
he spits in his palm, strokes his cock once, twice.
and slides it back inside you in one deep thrust.
“fuck!” you moan, body jerking, oversensitive and soaked, stretched wider now.
“you wanted this, huh?” toji growls against your neck. “two cocks in one night. you need a father and a son to fuck you right.”
you nod, whining. “yes, please..”
megumi lays back, dazed, cum still wet on his thighs, eyes wide as he watches his father fuck you rough and deep, slapping your ass every few thrusts.
toji grips your hair again, pulls your face up.
he kisses you hard, spit-slick and claiming, tongue deep, while his cock slams into your cunt, still sloppy from his son.
“thank you, daddy.. thank, you fuck !”
his hands squeeze your tits again hard, bouncing them right in front of megumi’s face.
“you see that?” he pants. “how she melts when you tell her what she is? you gotta take it, gumi. own it.”
you’re dizzy. dumb. fucked out. toji’s cock pounds your sore pussy while your thighs tremble and your tits shake and your mouth moans for both of them.
and toji groans in your ear:
“next time, we fuck you at the same time.”
this one rotted in my brain until it spilled out.
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