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♱ ‧₊˚. THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY ꒰ toji x f!reader ꒱ nsfw — mdni [dubcon (reader is crossfaded), alcohol/cocaine use, mentions of overdosing, infidelity (reader is cheating on megumi), age-gap, degradation, praise, raw sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, groping, pet names, squirting] wc [4k] an [repost from last night ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝ if you liked this, you can also reblog it]

"m’kay— think that's enough for one night, doll," toji lets out an amused chuckle as he observes your actions through his peripheral.

you’re leaning over the tray placed on your lap to snort your fifth line of coke that night, your head shooting back up to face the roof of toji’s car as you scrunch your nose in an attempt to offset the sting of the powder lining your sinuses. once the feeling subdued, you lazily turn to face the man in the driver’s seat, blinking at him dumbfoundedly with a pouty frown on your lips.

huh.

how’d i end up in my boyfriend’s dad’s car?

why couldn’t megumi come pick me up? did i even call him? i don’t think i did. did yuuji do it? why didn’t megumi come to the party in the first place? oh, right, he has that exam tomorrow morning. wait, don’t i have to write that exam, too? god, it’s so hot, even with the windows down. the wind feels nice… shit, it’s really cold.

the harsh gust of the cool summer night’s wind flew in through toji’s open window and across your body, pushing your hair past your shoulders and raising goosebumps on your bare arms. you shiver against the leather seat, sinking further into it in an attempt to avoid the draft. this shift in your position seems to have only made it worse, however; the rigid breeze now skimming over your chest.

oh, wait, that feels good…

the copious amount of drugs in your blood had you hyper-cognizant of every tiny, minute change your body experienced, and that translated into the heightened responses it elicited.

you feel your nipples harden through the thin fabric of your tank top, and you can’t help the way your thighs start rubbing together to ease the inevitable throbbing of your clit. your breathing is quick to become ragged as you feel yourself burning up, and you undo your seatbelt to shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.

“f-fuck…” it escapes you as the quietest of erotic sighs, yet, it’s loud enough for toji’s ears to pick up on.

he’s snapping his head towards you at the sound of your high-pitched voice and the slow beeping coming from his car to signal him that you’d removed your seatbelt. his brow is raised and worry is hidden in his eyes behind the usual nonchalance they carry— he’s ready to ask you if you’re alright before the sight in front of him nearly knocks the air out of his lungs.

your head is leaning back against the headrest, face set blissfully with slightly parted lips and closed eyes. his gaze scans over your body; your nipples peeking out through your tank top, your far too-short skirt doing a poor job of covering your legs— the fabric bunching up at your hips and one of your hands slotted in between your thighs. you're dragging your clit along your fist, the faint gasps you let out travelling straight to toji’s cock.

fucking hell. were you too coked up to notice that your boyfriend’s dad was sitting right next to you?

from the first day his son brought you home, toji knew. he knew damn well you were going to cause him a lot of problems. he couldn’t deny that he had the hots for his son’s girlfriend; what with the way you waltz around his home wearing nothing but megumi’s shirts and your panties, with the way you talk to him with coquettish undertones lacing your soft voice, with the way you always smile at him so sweetly and so, so enticingly.

did you have any idea of what you do to him? or were you just that fucking naive?

did you have any idea of how he fucks his fist to the obscene sounds of your whimpers and whines as megumi fucks you into the bed in the next room over? or how he spills all over your panties that had accidentally gotten into his laundry? or how you’re in his dreams damn near every night, where he’s the one leaving his mark on you, and not megumi.

he’s brought back to the present when the tempo of the beeps coming from his car increases. before he realises it, he’s reaching out to place a sweaty palm on your thigh— a bit further up than he probably should’ve— to lightly shake you, “hey, doll, you gotta put your seatbelt back on.”

you whine in response, arching your back further off the seat upon the contact of his skin on yours, “don’t wanna…” your free hand finds its way on top of toji’s much larger one, and you slide your fingers under his palm to hold it, “can- can you… h-hah…”

toji would never admit it, but you have him short circuiting. behind his seemingly cool demeanour, he’s having a hard time driving straight in between the lines; his car swerving left and right. the incessant beeping from the dashboard that only seems to be getting louder and louder doesn’t do anything to help the chaos of the situation he’s in, “c’mon, use your words…”

he hides his flustered arousal behind that signature, devilish smirk of his, eyes fluttering between the road and your legs as he swallows an impending groan that’s brought on by you sliding his hand to hook onto the inside of your thigh.

toji's too focused on trying to not let your lewd whimpers get to his head— and his dick, to notice that the grip he had on the steering wheel was turning white-knuckled and that his foot had been applying more pressure on the accelerator.

120 mph.

“t-toji…”

he covers up a cough with a low chuckle, your soft call of his name sending his brain into overdrive. he rubs a comforting thumb along your thigh— fuck, your skin was so soft, “yeah, doll?”

you utter almost painfully, “ngh— n-need… need you…”

130 mph.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man. he craved money, sex, and all the thrills that the universe had to offer. but at this point in his life, nothing came close to how much he wanted you. was it because you were probably the only thing that he couldn’t have? maybe.

was it because you belonged to his son and not him? perhaps.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man, but the amount of self-discipline he has is almost surprising. he knows not to touch what’s not his— especially when it comes to megumi.

but with the way you’re begging him to take you, with the way you’re clinging onto his hand as if it were a lifeline— god, toji doesn’t think his patience has ever been tested to this extreme.

“fuck me… please— oh, god— need it s’bad, toji…”

140 mph.

the thin thread of resolve that toji had was very close to tearing. he inhales deeply, before looking over at you with a grin more sinister than before, “you’re playing a dangerous game here… don’t get your pretty little head into somethin’ y’know you won’t be able to get out of,” his fingers experimentally dig into the flesh of your thigh, coaxing a wanton moan of his name from your throat.

"want you so bad… wanna fuck you so bad," your thighs tighten around his hand, "want you inside me, wanna feel you fill me up—"

and that's when he snaps.

"fuck this," with a sudden jerk of the steering wheel, he's pulling over to the side of the freeway, putting his car in park before hastily undoing his seatbelt and leaning over to maneuver you onto his lap. without warning, he takes either side of your face in his hands, pulling you into him to clash his lips against yours.

the kiss is hungry and full of lust, full of the want and need that toji’s had bottled up in him for the many months you’ve been dating his son.

his fingers trace down your neck to slide the straps of your tank-top off your shoulders, pulling down the front to expose your breasts. the cool breeze of the night flows through the open window, goosebumps forming on your supple skin, and you can't help the shiver that runs up your spine as you press your chest into his to try and feel as much of him against you as possible.

his palms crawl under the fabric of your top and run up your sides, stopping at your chest to rub his calloused thumbs over your perky nipples. his actions elicit a ghost of a moan from you and an uncontrolled buck of your hips against his, "f-fuck..."

toji’s fully sober, but he feels himself getting drunk on your taste and touch, the alcohol on your tongue prominent against his, the tip of his nose lightly dusted with the white powder you messily snorted earlier. your one hand is under his black skin-tight shirt, warm palm placed on his taut abs to feel the way they contract and expand under your sensual touch; your other hand is lost in his straight black locks, gripping and gently tugging every time you feel yourself slipping deeper and deeper into your arousal.

he’s groaning into your mouth and ravishing you with sloppy kisses, sucking and tugging on your lower lip before releasing it with a pop, "do you have any idea of what you do to me? walkin’ around dressed like a fuckin' hooker?" his large hands travel down to your hips, impatient fingers tapping against the cotton fabric of your too-short skirt; he's snarling against your jaw, peppering wet kisses and leaving bite marks along his trail, "the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you smile— the way you cry out my son’s name when he’s fucking you into the bed? yeah, doll, i can hear it all, y’know."

the growl lacing his baritone voice sends blood rushing straight to your clit and prompts you to grind down onto his lap, revealing the boner he'd popped, "please, toji—"

"fuck; you sound even better when you’re sayin’ my name,” his lips are at your collarbone now, trailing south to leave love-bites on the curvature of your breasts— right atop the fading ones left on you by megumi from nights prior. as for toji’s hands— they're on your thighs, palming and squeezing at whatever flesh he can get a hold of.

his fingers dance upwards, and you feel a lick of warmth shoot up your abdomen as he nears the place you need him the most. toji lets out a low groan against your sternum when he feels the lack of the thin fabric he was expecting to separate your cunt from the thick denim of his jeans, "no panties? you're practically begging to be fucked stupid, aren't cha?"

"wan' it s'bad, toji, please, please,” pawing at his crotch with butterfingers, you attempt to remove the button of his jeans, letting out a needy whine when you can't get them undone.

tojii notices that your words are more slurred now— the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol in your system are probably just reaching their peak.

he’s a man of questionable morals; sure, he’s definitely dreamed about fucking you every which way when he sleeps at night, waking up with soiled boxers and sweat drenching the sheets. he’s definitely shamelessly fucked his fist while he hears the bed creak rhythmically from his son’s room next door, your broken mewls and cries spurring him on until he cums the most he thinks he ever has.

he’s a man of questionable morals; but even he can tell this is an all time low for him. there's a voice in the back of his mind that's screaming at him to stop, how messed up it is of him to be fucking his son's girlfriend— but how does he expect himself to hold back when you're the one who pushed yourself onto him, when you're the one asking him— and not his son, your boyfriend— to bury his cock deep within you and fill you up.

toji helps you with unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock from its confines, letting out a curse when the cold night breeze sweeps over it. your pussy throbs at the sight of his dick— it's leaking pre-cum, fat tip flushed red and angry; desperately in need of attention with the way it's twitching against his abdomen. you can't help the giggle that escapes you in that moment, your index finger lightly tracing over a prominent vein, "can tell where ‘gumi got his size from…”

his cock twitches again at your words, a breathy laugh leaving him as he leans forward, one hand finding the back of your neck to mold his lips against yours. with his other hand, he takes a hold of his cock and strokes it a few times, rubbing the pre-cum over his length before flicking your skirt up and gliding the head in between your folds, making sure to give extra attention to your puffy nub. he feels your hips buck against his and your arms wrap tighter around his shoulders when he prods your entrance open, dreamily sighing into his mouth, “feels s’good, toji…”

“h-hah, ‘m not even in you yet— o-oh, fuck,” you sink down on his full length without warning, languid moans falling from both of your lips, and your ass squishing down against his thighs as you take a moment to adjust to his size.

just from looking at his dick, you thought it was roughly the same size as your boyfriend’s but fuck, does it feel so much bigger inside you— the girth stretching you out almost painfully and the thick head hitting pleasure points against your wall that you didn’t even know existed. your chest flushes with warmth when he shifts his hips experimentally, your clit catching onto his pubic bone, earning a broken whimper from you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

maybe it’s all the foreign substances in your blood talking, but toji’s dick feels so, so amazing— feels like you’re in seventh heaven, and he hasn’t even started moving. a part of you is scared for him to, knowing that you’ll be sure to cum embarrassingly quick from the heavy drag of his veiny cock and the tip nudging up against that one sacred spot inside you that megumi’s dick couldn’t even dream of reaching.

unbeknownst to you, toji was experiencing the same inner turmoil. he swears he’s never been in pussy this tight— or at least not in many years; and god, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt this good. he’s pretty sure you’re unaware of the way your wall is clamping down on his length, but he’s hyper aware of how your ministrations keep pushing him closer and closer to his release. his arms engulf your frame and pull you flush against his chest, his breathing ragged against the crown of your head, “gotta stop clenching ‘round my cock like that, baby, f-fuck.”

your hold on his bicep loosens as you turn your head into his face, lips tracing his jaw. you look up at him through your lashes and you both share the same expression; parted lips slowly curving upwards into soft smiles. toji knew this was wrong; who in their right mind would fuck their son’s girlfriend? you also knew it was wrong, even through your clouded inebriation, but that just added to the thrill of it all; the giddiness in both of you growing by the second, “i— s-sorry…”

toji’s heart swells upon hearing your sweet voice, and he can’t help but coo at you, “good girl, so sweet f’me— umph!”

good girl.

all it took were those two words to have you clamping down on his cock again, this time much harder than previously. a lewd cry escapes your lips as your head falls forward onto his chest, your arms encircling his broad shoulders, “f-fuck, ‘m sorry!”

he’s panting into your neck, hot breath leaving drops of condensation that drip down your skin. toji has a lot of patience and willpower, both of which were running extremely low— all thanks to you. it’s not like he really minds, though; he wants nothing more than to fuck you senseless, wants nothing more than to hear you call out his name, wants nothing more than to taint you and watch his thick seed leak out of you, “y’like that, huh? like it when i praise ya, pretty?”

your needy whine overtakes his voice mid-sentence as your rub your hips against his. you want to fuck him; you want to bounce on his cock and make him feel good, but there’s no way you can. you’re practically jelly in his arms; complaisant and pliable, and half your mind is wishing you’d taken it easier on the alcohol, “mhm, can you— h-hah… fuck me, please, d-daddy?”

toji groans when hears your last word, “smart girl— catchin’ on s’quickly,” he’s quick to heed your request that you asked him oh, so sweetly for, thrusting his hips up into yours gently once, twice, and then a third time, his half-lidded eyes scanning your face.

your bottom lip is caught between your top teeth as you try to suppress the obscene sounds you knew would escape your throat; your eyes are shut and brows furrowed, head tilted back to expose your neck and chest to him. his lips find a home in the hollow of your collar bone, where he sucks and nips to mark you up even more— the thought of megumi finding your body littered with small bruises that he knows he didn’t leave has toji smirking into your skin.

his actions elicit a gasp from you and your fingers find the roots of his hair to grip them, “daddy; please, please, please— ngh, s’good,” you’re babbling at this point, without even the slightest of clues of what you’re begging him for.

calling him “daddy” again seem to awaken some type of carnal desire within him, with the way his thrusts start becoming more forceful and his fingertips dig further into the flesh of your waist. he’s hitting deep— so deep and so violently that your jaw falls slack and a loud moan of his name leaves your lips.

toji growls in response, one hand leaving your waist to pull you in by the back of your neck for a slobbery kiss. your tongues massage each other, drool dripping down the corners of your mouths. it’s messy— full of lust and passion and desire.

he loves it that way.

the sounds of his thighs slapping up against your ass and the wet squelches of his cock ploughing into your leaking cunt fill the empty silence of the car, but your lewd cries and mewls are quick to join the ensemble. you sound so cute— so innocent and so sweet with the way you’re begging for him that a part of toji wishes he hadn’t fallen prey to his craving for you. despite this, he can’t help the ever-growing amount of blood rushing down to his cock.

he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither were you.

every thrust up into your soft cunny has your clit catching onto his pelvis, and you can feel the cold flame in your abdomen burning brighter from the accompanied drag of his cock against all the pleasure points that line your walls. broken gasps and whimpers fall onto his ears as you swear he’s fucking up into your womb.

toji isn’t faring much well off either; your gummy walls have his length in a vice grip, and your voice only drives him closer and closer to his high. his eyes are stuck on your entrance, salivating at the way the ring of cream coating the base of his cock gets thicker with each thrust up into you, "gonna let daddy cum inside this pretty pussy?"

“oh, fuck, y-yes—” your grip on his hair tightens.

“yeah?” it’s a back-and-forth; toji asking you almost mockingly and you responding with high-pitched whines, “so good f'me.”

and suddenly, without warning, he’s groping your ass to fuck you at an angle that has you choking on your breath. you sob at the way the fat head of his dick is hitting your cervix rapidly, falling dizzy from how he’s splitting you in half. an unfamiliar tremor slowly makes its appearance within you, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt it when megumi’s made you cum before.

no, this is different; it feels like a flash, a hot streak ripping through your body and pulsating in your abdomen as you succumb to your arousal, your body breaking into trembles under toji’s secure hold, “daddy, cumming— 'm cumming!”

“shh, that’s it, princess, let go,” his thumb finds your clit to rub gentle circles on it, helping you ride out your high. you're crying while you're cumming, the pleasure hitting you like a high tide, and you’re gasping for air as you feel your essence leaking out of the gap between your cunny and toji’s cock to wet his lap and the leather seat below him. your walls spasm around him, and he twitches inside of you as his thrusts pick up speed, “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum too.”

and that he does. he’s leaning into you, muffling a guttural groan into your neck as his hips lose their rhythmic pace and begin to stutter. he spills inside your womb, seed sloshing around your walls to paint them an opaque, milky white. his cock twitches inside you, the warmth of your spongy walls sending gentle waves of euphoria through him.

you’re resting your head on his chest with his chin on your scalp, both of you heaving to catch your breaths in the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm. toji’s the first to speak, pressing a lingering kiss to your hairline, “you’re fuckin’ filthy, doll.”

his voice rumbles through his chest, the reverberations ringing through your worn body and you all of a sudden feel embarrassed, letting out a timid hum as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now,” one of toji’s hands tighten around your waist, the other coming up to gently cup your cheek and lift your face to meet his gaze.

he had always thought your looks were easy on the eyes, but seeing you like this— with your tired, lust-blown eyes, a thin sheen of saliva coating your pouty lips, and the moon casting her light down on one side of your face to illuminate the apples of your cheeks and the colour of your irises— god, he swears he’s never seen a sight more stunning, “megumi’s one lucky bastard,” his thumb caresses your cheekbone and you find yourself leaning into his touch, a lazy smile making its way onto your face.

he’s silent as he admires your face for a minute before you finally process his previous statement, your brain working at half it’s sober speed, “hah, or maybe he’s not—”

“let’s not… let’s not think about that for now,” he whispers before leaning forward to slot your lips between his in an attempt to push that thought aside in his mind.

the gravity of the situation you’d both gotten yourselves into hadn’t exactly hit yet— neither of you want it to— thinking that you could stay in this position, with his lips moulded against yours and his cock buried deep within the warm confinements of your walls for eternity.

you're both brought out of your post-sex bliss when buzzing comes from your phone that’s laying face up on the shotgun seat. your heads turn in time to take a look at who's calling, only to be met with a selfie of you and megumi on the screen. toji reaches an arm out to pick up the device, an expletive followed by a low laugh leaving his lips, and he taps your phone gently against the side of your head, "so... you gonna answer that, princess? or should i?"

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i’m so sorry i’ve had such bad writers block but here’s a wip of a megumi x reader smut tehehe

MEGUMI X READER

Timeskip | Aged up characters

- MDNI

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Megumi’s breathing is uneven under your fingers. His uniform jacket slips off easily, revealing the toned but slender frame underneath. You touch him like he’s made of something precious—your palms slow and reverent as they move across his chest.

His skin jumps beneath your touch.

“You okay?” you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth.

He nods quickly, but there’s tension in his jaw. “Y-Yeah. I just… I’m not used to this.”

“To being touched?” you ask softly, eyes searching his.

“To being touched like I matter.”

Your heart clenches, and you cradle his face in both hands, thumbs brushing his cheekbones. “You do matter, Megumi. To me. You always have.”

He tries to nod again, but you feel him swallowing hard, holding something back—tears, maybe, or just years of loneliness. So you kiss him slowly. Not rushed. Not greedy. Just a soft press of lips, over and over, until his shoulders start to relax and he kisses you back with more certainty.

Your hands wander again, this time under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin and the tense lines of muscle that seem permanently braced for battle. You pull the shirt up, breaking the kiss only long enough to tug it over his head. He watches you, a little dazed, as you take him in.

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper.

He scoffs quietly. “I’m not—”

You silence him with a kiss to his throat. “Let me decide that.”

Your mouth trails down his neck, across his collarbone, down the center of his chest. You leave soft kisses and lingering touches, memorizing every reaction—the way his stomach tightens when you kiss just above his navel, the shaky breath he lets out when your fingers skim his hips.

When your hands move to his belt, he stills. Not pulling away—just hesitating.

“Megumi?” you murmur, looking up.

He meets your eyes. “I’ve never… done this like this. With someone who…” He stops himself, then exhales shakily. “Who cares.”

You reach up and kiss him gently, reassuring. “Then let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like.”

You undress him slowly, lovingly, until he’s bare beneath you. His cock is already hard, resting against his stomach, flushed and twitching slightly with each uneven breath he takes. You stroke a hand down his thigh, then up to wrap around him, careful and deliberate.

He gasps—his eyes flutter shut, lips parting as his hips buck ever so slightly into your hand.

“Feels good?” you ask, voice low and coaxing.

He nods, barely able to form words. “F-Fuck… yeah.”

You lean down and kiss his chest again, whispering against his skin. “You don’t have to hold anything back. I want to hear you.”

Your hand moves slowly at first, dragging slick over the sensitive head, down the shaft. Megumi’s hands find your waist like he’s grounding himself. His moans are quiet at first, breathy and almost shy, like he’s not used to being vocal—like he’s been taught to stay quiet, stay controlled.

You straddle him again, letting his cock slide between your folds, slick with arousal. He whimpers softly at the contact.

“Y/N…” he breathes, looking at you like he might fall apart. “Please. I—I need you.”

You line yourself up and sink down onto him slowly, keeping your eyes locked on his. His head falls back with a strained groan, eyes fluttering shut as you take him in inch by inch.

“Fuck… you’re so warm,” he mutters, almost disbelieving. “So soft.”

You start to move, slowly grinding your hips down, letting him feel every bit of you—tight, wet, wrapped around him fully. He grips your hips, not guiding, just holding—anchored in you like he’s afraid he might drift away.

“You okay?” you ask again.

His hands tremble. “Yeah. Just… I didn’t know it could feel like this. Like… love.”

You lean down, kissing him with every bit of emotion you’ve got. “It is love.”

The pace builds—slow but deeper, the kind of sex that drowns out the world. You whisper sweet things in his ear. You tell him he’s good, he’s beautiful, he’s safe.

And when he finally cums, it’s overwhelming—his hands gripping you tightly, mouth against your shoulder, moaning your name like he’s been holding it in for years. He shakes through it, body trembling beneath you, the release raw and full of emotion.

You ride out your own climax moments later, gasping his name as your body clenches around him, hips grinding down until you both fall still, panting, wrapped in each other.

You don’t pull away. You just hold him.

And this time, when Megumi wraps his arms around you, it's not cautious or hesitant—it’s full, desperate, like he’s finally letting himself believe he’s wanted.

“Stay,” he whispers against your skin, voice hoarse.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur back. “Not ever.”

Just thinking about coworker Megumi who has a crush on you.✨💼

Megumi honestly felt so proud as he walked with you on his arm. He even though you weren’t together he couldn’t believe he was walking with someone so beautiful. And taking you out to dinner.

You were the new hire at Megumi’s job and he was ordered to train you by his boss. He fell for you immediately and did a lot of research to see if you were even single. He couldn’t even deny his feelings when his friend Yuji would tease him about you at work. Even though he was a twenty seven year old man he had never had a girlfriend but for some reason he wanted you so bad. That’s why he asked to take you out to dinner after work.

As you and your honestly hot coworker, Megumi walked down the street you wrapped your arm around his as your expensive heels clacked against the pavement. He could feel your boobs pressing against the side of his arm and he tried to ignore it while making small talk. Your short pencil skirt was starting to raise up so you pulled it down every so often as you walked to the restaurant he had recommended. Your outfit was so cutee and your sweet perfume was making him feel kinda high.

In the restaurant you were smiling brightly as Megumi fed you sushi. It was so delicious!!! He was having so much fun but he would lose his mind if anyone seen him acting so whipped. He hated you for making him act so strange. "Mhmmmm~!" This is really good!" You cheered happily with a blush on your cheeks. Megumi blushed from your cuteness and smiled a little. You were so pretty like a doll. "Would you like some more?" He asked gently while picking up another roll. You nodded cutely with a cheerful 'hmm!' Megumi smiled and fed it to you. He watched your plump lips as you chewed and couldn't help his slight arousal. "You should try some of this one senpai!" You suggested as you noticed he hadn't even tried any so busy feeding you. Megumi chuckled a little and nodded before putting one in his mouth with the same chopstick he used for you. He chewed and showed a small smile with a red face before saying it was delicious. He watched your eyes light up and felt his heart skip a beat. "It is delicious? Huh Megumi-san?" Your smile was warm and gentle as you leaned closer to him. Your big breast pressed against his arm again as you looked at his face closely. "Y-yes it is. B-but you should have some more. I bought this dinner for you to try." Megumi was blushing brightly as his body became hyper aware of the way you pressed against him. His dick was starting to get hard but he used a hand to press it down under the table.

You stared at him and couldn’t help the small smirk that came on your face. He was so adorable, blushing and jumping from the smallest touches. Was your senpai a virgin? It felt unbelievable because he was so handsome but his behavior said otherwise.

Let’s just say after dinner Megumi finally got some 🐱

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Yandere! Bully! Megumi x Chubby! Mute! Reader

Warnings: bullying, dub con!!, creampies, public sex

You had selective mutism, which the doctors who had diagnosed you described as the inability to speak in most situations mainly due to social anxiety, despite your ability to speak normally in places like home. After moving to Tokyo for your junior year your mother had asked her close friend’s son to take care of you and help you at school.

Bully!Megumi was shocked when he met you for the first time. You were so curvy, with big breast and chubby thighs that stole his attention immediately. As your parents caught up he stared at you from the side of his eyes watching as you avoided his gaze like the plague. And in that moment he knew you would be nothing but a burden.

In front of your mother Megumi was a polite and well mannered man but when you were alone he was mean, rough, and cruel. Dragging you around and spitting insults and snarky remarks at you any chance he could get.

It had been a year since then and now as seniors you had grown extremely close. There wasn’t much time in the day where you weren’t glued to his side, following him around like some stupid puppy. It annoyed him so much.

In a empty classroom you stood against the wall leaning forward against his chest. His pale hand was between your thighs as the two fingers he had stuffed in your pussy fucked you roughly. “Just cum already or someone’s gonna come and see you.” His tone was annoyed as he watched your expressions closely. “And if you squirt again you’re getting pregnant as punishment.” Megumi watched as you clenched your thighs tightly, grabbing his strong forearm with your small hands as you came. You couldn’t help it as you started to squirt making a mess on the floor.

“Too bad, looks like you squirted again” his annoyed and disgusted face made you feel so embarrassed and small. You hated him for making you feel so stupid. “Oh well, You’re the one that’s cleaning this up later, now show me your ass.”

Facing the wall you bit your lip while he pulled your panties down and lined his cock up with your wetness. He fucked you roughly, insulting you the whole time until he pumped you full of his cum. When he was done You fell to your knees weakly as he stuffed his big dick back in his pants. “Keep all of it inside of you.” But some of his cum had already started dripping down your thigh. He grabbed your arm roughly forcing you to get up.“Now let’s go.” The train ride home was quiet with you right beside him like always. Megumi was deep in his thoughts. You guys would be graduating soon and he couldn’t help but dread what life would be without you. Your mom had already told him you would be taking your college courses at home but he couldn’t help but want you to stay side by side.

Bully!megumi would drag you into empty alleyways to touch your soft body. Muttering things like about how “Your boobs have gotten bigger this year.” And how “It’s probably because you eat so much and never work out.” You would whimper in his grasp trying not to overreact. His big hands fondled your breast through your shirt making your nipple slip out your bra. You felt his hard dick pressing against your tummy and shut your eyes tightly.

He would make you get on your knees in the ally and put his hard dick right in your face. “If you don’t say anything I’m gonna fuck you till you faint again.” With his big hand holding the top of your head he would lay his dick on your face. But you never said anything. He would fuck your face until you were coughing up his cum when he was done. He would snatch you up when he was finished to drag you to a hotel.

In the hotel rooms he would take out all his pent up emotions on you, fucking you with the anger he felt towards you for making him feel so many things around you. He would grab the back of your dainty neck as he pumped you full of his dick. “You could atleast tell me when it feels good!” You cried loudly moaning from his thrust. “Atleast try you cow!” He would growl pulling your hair.

After nutting in you he would pull out his dick that would always stay hard. You were just too sexy. “It’s your fault for never saying anything. If you want it to stop you can just say it.” He was so cruel. You still didn’t speak so he laid you flat on your tummy stuffing his dick back in u. “Say something already! I can’t tell what you’re thinking if you don’t!” He nutted in you again.

When graduation came he was colder than normal. On the train home he stood beside you scrolling on his phone nonchalantly. “It’s finally over, you won’t have to be with me all the time anymore , you can make it home alone right?”. That day Megumi went home feeling angry and hurt. Even after that all that time you hadn’t once spoke to him. Even after you fucked so many times, even though he knew every inch of your body and you knew his the same you didn’t care. You didn’t even look fazed that you wouldn’t be together anymore. Later that day as Megumi cleared his book bag he found a little note inside. When he read it he couldn’t help the way his heart raced in his chest. It was from you.

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It had been a year and Megumi went through college by himself, not making any friends or connections. He hated school but each time he made it home to his apartment he felt a happy and fuzzy feeling in his chest. He would open the door and walk in and see you sitting at the table on your computer with your big glasses on your cute face. You would look up at him with your pretty eyes and your cheeks would turn pink. Your voice was quiet and weak but you always greeted him.

“W-welcome home M-Megumi-kun.”

To Save Our Ghost Club!👻💙

Yandere! Megumi fushiguro x chubby! Bimbo! reader: this is smut and very inappropriate. Proceed with caution⚠️ kinda cringe🥲

Megumi fushiguro wasn’t popular at school, actually he was very feared. Everyone knew he was the strongest and respected him greatly. Megumi was very stoic, introverted and mean, but that didn’t stop you from coming up to him during lunch with a big smile.

“Hello Megumi fushiguro! My name is (y/n) (y/l/n)! I heard you are really strong and I would like you to join my ghost club!” Megumi stared at you honestly kinda shocked. He had heard about you too.

(Y/n), the popular girl who was always getting into trouble and failing most of her classes. You were known to be a ditzy air head who only cared about one thing. Ghost. Even though you were so weird and outcasted, people still talked about you like you were some rare Pokémon because your body was absolutely insane for your age. With big heavy breast that were much bigger than your head and a big round ass behind you men talked about you all the time. Making little comments about your body that you were too dumb to even notice. Seeing you up close for the first time he couldn’t help but understand the hype. Megumi was never the type to be a creep over a women’s body’s but he couldn’t help but gawk at your curvy figure. Even though your neck and arms were slim and dainty you had big breast that much too big for your frame. They had to be atleast a g cup and were completely spilling over your bra, wiggling with every small movement as you talked loudly about your stupid ghost club. Even with the bra he could see your chubby nipples through your school button up and sweater. And to make it worse you had the most innocent baby face ever. With cute pig tails and big glasses you looked like a total nerd. Megumi never had a type but he couldn’t help but admit you were so sexy.

It had been months since you forced him to join your club. He had originally declined but you begged and begged until he finally said yes. He had learned so much about you. Like that’s the club wasn’t even school official and he was the only other member. And that you had your meetings and a small abandoned office deep in the building. He had been working as your ‘body guard’ through the days and couldn’t help but find himself falling for you. You were so innocent, proud and genuinely stupid. It made something dark deep with him start to stir. He was starting to feel weird. Holding onto you every single word you said and looking forward to seeing you and smelling your sweet perfume when you came around. Even after school or exploring ‘haunted houses’ with you he would lay up at night with a hard cock thinking about your cute face and body. He was getting attached, spending his lunch breaks waiting anxiously for you to come, and you always did. You would come running with a big smile and tripping on the way. And he would always run over to look at your little booboos to calm you down and give you a bandaid. You would always bring your bag to school where you hid a little black kitten inside. You had said it was a gift from your grandfather that you had named pumpkin. Saying the cat was the prized secretary of your club. Megumi was really falling in love with you. He started to hate hearing people talking about you and would swallow his urges to tear people apart each time the said your name. He couldn’t even be around you without getting hard anymore. Even when you would hang out after school and enjoy a meal together he would walk around holding your hand with his dick completely hard and showing in his pants but thankfully you never noticed.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t sneak photos of you at school, or that he didn’t love it when you touched him. He loved your clumsy little personality too, he felt so good being able to take care of you, keeping bandaids in his pockets for whenever you got a ouchie. You were very oblivious to the size of your breast and it showed when you would hug him and throw yourself at him when you got scared. Or when you would eat and your breast would take up space on the table as you blabbed about stuff he was too distracted to even hear. It was like you were doing it on purpose and he really really wanted that cookie. He always took pride in not being a creep towards women but you had changed him, he was becoming a needy little creep. And the fact that you cared about him so much turned him on so badly. He never met a girl like you, who could have any guy you wanted but never even thought of boys. He was becoming so desperate.

After a few weeks of coming up with a crazy plan Megumi decided it was time. He felt a little guilty for what was coming but he was desperate. He decided he was going to fake a ghost attack. He was going to lie to get just a taste of your love.

During club after school he had lied telling you there was an evil spirit. A evil spirit that demanded you suck his dick! He couldn’t believe you genuinely fell for it. He couldn’t believe he would go so far either.

Placing your bag on the floor you turned it around to make pumpkin face the wall. “I will be back soon, I wouldn’t want you to see this.” You said proudly as if there was really a ghost. It was patheticly cute. You came in front of him with a look of determination, ready to please the spirit and make it leave for good!

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It was funny that you were really sucking his big dick with flushed cheeks, stroking the rest that couldn’t fit in your mouth with you small hand. You looked up at him and met his eyes. His eyes were low and dark, and almost scary. “Ughhh~” he grunted moving a big hand to grip lightly at your soft hair. “I-is it working?” You asked pulling away and looking up at him innocently. Spit covered your plump lips and chin and dribbled on his cock that you still held in your grasp. Megumi almost nutted just looking at you.

“Y-yea… i think so cuz the ghost hasn’t been flickering the lights.” He lied petting your head. He was so nervous he prayed you would just keep going along with it and wouldn’t tell anyone. “A-awe I-I’ll keep going!” You said trying to save the day, you wanted to seem smart and responsible but didn’t realize you only looked even dumber in his little game. Megumi groaned as you stuffed him back in your warm mouth. Letting his leaking tip tap the back of your warm gooey throat. Gagging up spit you did your best to please the ghost. Megumi couldn’t help himself as he gripped your pigtails with both hands and used them to fuck your cute face. He thrusted deeply loving how u gagged on his length. It was so sexy.

“Gug! Gugh! Guah!” You couldn’t help the lewd sounds you were making as you looked up at him with teary eyes. Your big breast rocked back and forth turning Megumi on even more. It hurt so bad but to save the both of you and pumpkin, you would do everything in your power. But you really couldn’t breathe at all, he was being so rough! Had he been possessed now??!!

‘It’s okay I’ll suck the stupid ghost right out of him!! For justice!!’ You thought fighting back the discomfort and pain. He fuck your face ruthlessly pulling out when he was about to cum to rub it on your lips. Megumi didn’t want to cum, he wanted to savor every second he could get fucking you. “Awee~ that throat is so good~” he muttered slipping his cock back in your mouth. You looked at him and for some reason his words made you feel good deep down inside. It honestly felt good making Megumi say such crazy things.

Feeling himself about to cum again Megumi couldn’t help but want more. You chocked as he pulled his big dick out of your throat. Coughing up as you fought to catch your breath. Megumis dick was completely soaked as it hung hard and heavy right in your face. It was even dripping spit on the floor. It was so lewd, being bullied by his big heavy dick and him staring down at you like some kind of proud father. Why did you feel so strange?

“O-oh no… the ghost said that not enough!” He faked his worry and concern seeing just how far you would go.

“H-hah? What does it want now??” Megumi was so turned on. You looked so pretty as you pouted with worry. “T-the ghost said…I have to fuck you…” you froze up with fear as you started to think. You were getting scared of ghost, you never knew they could be so calculated and evil.

“If that’s what that stupid perv ghost wants! He’ll get it! I won’t let it hurt you!” You were filled with fire and passion. This was gonna be your big break! You could finally prove to everyone you were a skilled physic by saving him! As you were deep in your head thinking about what the headlines on newspapers would be like Megumi almost sweat dropped at your pure stupidity. You were so beautiful but so terribly stupid.

“We should move quickly! Before it hurts one of us!” You whispered rising up to your feet. You were a big air head but you still knew what he meant. The ghost wanted Megumi to put his big dick in side you. You rose up and Megumi held your hand, helping you to get up on the table. You got on top on your hands and knees as Megumi suggested and bent over infront of him. It was so embarrassing for the cool and strong Megumi who you looked up to to see you like this.

Megumi breathed as he rubbed your big ass and flipped your short skirt up. He blushed looking at your little pink bear printed panties and his heart raced in his chest. He was really gonna do it. You looked back at him shyly as he lowered your panties and seen your soft chubby pussy and the cute hole above it. He was in heaven! Your pussy was sopping wet and covered in a cute bush of hair. Lining himself up with you he started to pump his cock nervously. “A-are you ready (y/n)-chan?” You only nodded yes to scared to speak.

“B-be careful Megumi-San…I’m a virgin.” You whimpered. Suddenly he felt guilty. He never thought a pretty and confident girl like you could ever be a virgin just like him. Maybe you were so stupid because you really were innocent. Maybe his plan was a bad idea. But he pushed the thoughts away. Not caring about the circumstances, he wanted you too badly.

His face was red as he stuffed his dick in your tight wet pussy slowly. It felt like a warm sweet hug as he melted inside of you. With only the tip in he wanted to cum. He never imagined to lose his virginity to someone like you. You were moaning so loudly so Megumi leaned forward behind you and put a big pale hand over your lips. You looked back at him as his big dick stretched you out, changing your pussy forever. “Gotta stay quiet (y/n)-Chan we are still at school..” he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous and agitated about her sweet sounds. Even though he was feeling risky he still didn’t wanna be caught. Softly you tried to muffle your moans it hurt so bad. His dick was just so big! You never imagined your first time making love to go this way. You felt a deep pressure in your tummy as your ass pressed against Megumis groin, signifying he had reached the bottom of his thick cock and filled you up completely. Your pussy was completely dripping you felt so full unlike anything you could explain. The pain had disappeared and all you could feel was mind numbing pleasere. Megumi couldn’t even feel the drool pooling in his palm as he started to pull out slowly and stuff you back full.

“Ohh shitt…” he gritted through his teeth. He was fucking you so deep you couldn’t help it as your arms became weak and you feel forward on the table. Whimpering and crying with your fat ass in the air. Megumi was completely drilling your little pussy, not caring one bit how you started to squirt, making an adorable mess on the table. His pale hand held ur waist as he fucked you, watching your ass jiggle from each thrust. The other hand covered your soft lips tightly, not letting you run from his dick. He was just so happy. He wanted to marry you. He wanted a baby. He wanted to run away from this life and take you far away to be his wife. He wanted to feel this for the rest of his life. “Awaaaa~” you cried like a big baby it was so overwhelming. You couldn’t believe you had just peed yourself and he still didn’t stop! You were so embarrassed.

‘I’ll do this over and over if I have too, I’ll keep taking Megumis big hard dick to stop this ghost!’ Through your tears you tried to stay strong. But your body felt so sensitive, getting weaker and weaker by the second. You felt like you were gonna pee again and soon after a few thrust a spurt of your cum spilled out, squirting which each thrust.

“I-I keep peeing~” you cried in embarrassment in his hand.

“G-good girl… so good~ this pussy is so wet.” Megumi praised.

“A-aughh~” he grunted pulling out quickly and nutting on your big ass. Finally free from the pressure in your chubby tummy you collapsed, falling limp on the table. “A-are ya happy ya stupid ghost?” Your voice was tired as you panted, you felt sleep washing over you as you couldn’t help but shut your eyes, beginning to snore. Megumi caught his breath and stared at you, you were a true beauty. Your dumb girl pussy was so good, so much better than anything he could have ever imagined.

Quickly he cleaned you up and then himself. After he cleaned up the club room, wiping up all your cum and fixed everything that had been ruined. He took pumpkin out of your bag and fed the little kitten a treat. After he was fully dressed he started to pull your cute little panties up and flip your skirt back down, letting you get some rest. Every little second has been worth it.

When you woke back up he would be sure to make you his for good.