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A solid month has passed since their first meeting and Satoru was living the dream. He has a big, sexy, hot daddy who CONSISTENTLY gave him the best dicking and the best aftercare of his life. The sex is hot and steamy, a bit rough but thats how he liked it. The aftercare — immaculate. The softest cuddling he ever experienced — at times he would even cook him a meal or two and chilled in the jacuzzi tub with him. That was probably to make up to his massive dick, but that definitely was not an issue for THE biggest ho on the planet named Gojo Satoru. Satoru was thriving.

A loud sound of metal hitting metal and the sound of skin slapping skin reverberating through the large master bedroom. 

“Huh? Do you like that you’re such a good boy.” Toji coos thrusting his hips into Satoru’s sopping cunt, making sure his cock is deep in Satoru while grabbing onto a leash and pulling on it. The vibration of his thrusts sends shivers up his legs and makes the white tail butt plug vibrate too. 

Satoru couldn’t breathe, the constriction from the collar around his neck preventing the air from flowing through his airways. 

“What was that?” Toji pounds Satoru’s hole angling his cock at his sweet spot while using his two rough fingers to tease his cock. 

Satoru whimpers and nods, he couldn’t say a word. His body bounces from how hard Toji’s thrusting in him and when the leash pulls him back down immediately, his ass and thighs clap from how rough he is. 

“That’s a good boy. Taking your master’s cock like that~” Toji pets Satoru’s white locks and grazes his fingers down his sensitive back that was colored a bright pink from his workout with Toji. He could feel himself leaking down to his legs which were shaking from the orgasm he had not to long ago. Toji’s ability to last as long as he did was practically inhuman. 

Toji stops his pounding and leans on Satoru’s back, his face dangerously close to his bright red neck. Toji grabs his hair and pulls it back, his head tilts back Toji’s face near his ear. “I know you like to bark and yip all the time, but when I’m spoiling you, you’re so quiet. It’s cute.” Toji whispers before nibbling his tongue, dragging his tongue and then probing his ear. 

The sensation causes Satoru to moan loudly, Toji’s husky laugh reverberates Satoru’s ear and the breath from it makes him tighten around his cock. “It seems you like that. Satoru, tell me with your words, not barking, do you like that?” 

He’s finally letting him talk besides the barking. “I do daddy… Please… finish… in me...” Satoru mumbles and Toji chuckles some more. 

“How can I deny my beautiful boy what he wants. Hold on.” Toji backs away, he grips the leash and thrusts into Satoru with abandon, their thighs slapping against each other, Satoru’s small butt claps against Toji — the butt plug going in deeper, the white tail brushing against his legs and tickling him. 

He could feel Toji’s getting close, his pounding no longer has a pattern and his hands are on his leaking cunt which are rubbing his clit to match his jagged thrusts. Satoru could feel himself about to cum again, this time on the sheets. He suddenly hears his phone ring which is placed on the side next to his trembling arms. The caller ID was his bestie, Suguru Geto. Satoru had to pick it up, they had a modeling photoshoot tomorrow — perks of being hot, famous and tall modeling gigs always came up and it always gets trending which gives more publicity. 

“T-Toji can you stop for a bit?” Satoru pleads through the choking, he could hear Toji groan in disappointment and he stills his hips and loosens the grip on the leash.

Satoru fumbles for his phone and picks it up, putting it on speaker. “Hey Satoru, don’t forget about the photoshoot tomorrow. You have to wake up early tomorrow.” Suguru says on the phone, Satoru checks the phone and it’s about 9pm at night. 

“O-oh yea... for sure... I won’t… Mmm... be late.” Satoru struggles to say as Toji hums a bit.

“What’re you doing right now? You busy? You need to check Twitter. Let me FaceTime you.” Suguru insists while Toji slowly pulls out and Satoru knows what he’s going to do. 

Toji pounds his hips back, a loud slap resonating in the room. Satoru’s unable to stop himself from moaning, the pleasure of his cunt getting wrecked is too much. Toji begins to chuckle while he grips onto the collar, moves his hand to the tail butt plug and begins to tug on it. 

“Nnn-ahh! S-stop!” Satoru moans on call.

“What are you doing?” Suguru incredulously questions. He knows the answer, but he has his suspicions.

Toji pulls out the butt plug with a pop, Satoru’s ass gapes from the emptiness — his cunt clenches just like his rim. Toji throws the butt plug on the bed and reaches over to Satoru’s clit and starts to rub it between his two fingers with his punishing thrusts. 

“I-I’m… b-busy!” Satoru responds, his words emphasized with each thrust Toji does. 

“Why are you being shy, Satoru~” Toji says loudly making sure Suguru could hear. He slams his cock into Satoru, he wants Suguru to hear their rough fucking through the phone. “You… know what… to say, To-ru.” Toji breathes with every thrust inside Satoru, the poor man couldn’t take it anymore.

“D-daddy p-please! C-cum in me! B-breed me!” Satoru screams and the phone call ends. Toji laughs, pinching Satoru’s clit making him cum. Satoru screams and his arms give out, his body trembling on the bed — his leaking cunt clenching onto Toji’s dick trying to make him cum. 

Toji does one final push and he finishes inside of Satoru, his thick cum making a mess inside of Satoru, his body shakes from the intensity. “That’s a good boy, you’re so good for daddy.” He murmurs sweetly, petting Satoru’s flushed face. Satoru's mouth is ajar and drooling, his eyes are hazy and spaced out.

Satoru sits between Toji’s legs while wrapped in his blankets on his large bed. Toji kissing his slightly bruised neck from the collar, the aftercare absolutely immaculate. “Will you be ok with your photoshoot? Won’t this show?” Toji kisses the bruise on his neck, it tickles him and he giggles.

“You know I don’t care. Makeup is a thing.” Satoru’s voice is a bit coarse from the choking as well. 

“Your voice too. It’s kinda fucked.” Toji wraps his arms around Satoru’s lithe waist and he chuckles.

“I’ll be fine by tomorrow. If it’s a little messed up I'll just say I slept with my mouth open.” He looks back at the older man, his defined jaw looking like a masterpiece to him. Satoru sees the time and it’s pretty late. “You should be getting back too. It’s pretty late, you don’t want to keep Megumi waiting.” Satoru gives him a peck on the cheek.

Toji looks at the clock on the wall and he sighs. “Yea, you’re right.” Toji lets go of Satoru and gets off the bed. Satoru already misses his broad, toned body around him. He begins to put on his clothes and stretches his body. “Hey, you take care I’ll see you soon.” Toji smiles and Satoru smiles back.

“For sure. Come back soon, Toji~”  He singsongs and the older man laughs. 

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.” He waves and leaves Satoru’s room. 

“Don’t forget your keys, it’s on the table by the door!” Satoru shoots and he could visualize Toji waving his hand up and hearing the door open and he leaves. 

Satoru lays down on his large bed and his grandiose penthouse all alone. He misses Toji. He is a simp for the man. Toji to him was more than sex, but an amazing person who he can talk to and understand his humor. A man who didn’t use him for money like other one time flings — Satoru even tried to spoil him with Gucci, Prada, Rolexes, but Toji turned them all down. The only time he accepted anything from him was simple gifts or food — also that one suit for Megumi’s award ceremony. Satoru didn’t want to say he was in love, but he was crushing HARD. He gets out from his bed, his legs a bit wobbly and makes it to his shower wishing that Toji could carry him there like usual.

After his shower and blow drying his hair, he sees Toji’s wallet and phone on the nightstand, he must’ve forgotten it. ‘ Oh shit. How the fuck is he going to survive. ’ Satoru thinks. He takes his phone and the screen lights up showing a picture of him and Megumi smiling together. He looks at it and sees how happy he looks with his son who was equally as handsome as him. Satoru knows how much Toji adores his son — his blessing from his first wife he met in university when he dropped out to elope with her. She passed away when Megumi was only 5. That was probably the only thing he knew about Toji’s past. 

Satoru’s a sleuth extraordinaire and it was blatantly obvious. Any loving parent would have their child’s birthday as their pin and he remembers that Megumi’s birthday was December 22nd — 9 days before Toji’s — the only reason he remembers everything Toji has told him is a secret (he’s a simp). He opens the phone and barely sees any apps, the typical YouTube, boomer apps and Twitter (his handle being the typical 12Toji31 and with nothing on it). He’s curious and looks through his text messages — nothing except for Megumi, work, his only friend and him. He clicks on the photos app and looks through. Mainly pictures of his son. ‘ Damn he really adores his kid .’ Satoru thinks. He doesn’t think it’s a bad thing, in fact he thinks it's adorable but he really cares for him. He also sees the photos they took together. A smile forms on Satoru faces the pictures of them being idiots after the nastiest sex ever. 

Satoru debates whether he should call Megumi to tell him to tell his dad that he forgot his phone at his fuck buddy’s place. No. That’s too awkward. Maybe he’ll tell Kento to do it — no he’s too busy to be an errand boy. Satoru comes up with an idea — he’ll make a personal delivery to Toji’s place bringing back his phone and wallet. He’ll get to see his place, maybe spend time with him and maybe put his pussy on his plate. 

‘ Don’t worry Toji! Your pussy fairy is On The Way! ’ Satoru cheerfully thinks making sure his phone is charged for the next day.

Megumi sits in his room studying for a quiz for his lecture tomorrow. He knows his dad is fucking someone and he thinks it’s Gojo Satoru. The evidence keeps piling up for his hypothesis, “My Dad is Fucking Someone” hypothesis. He can’t forget the day of his award ceremony, his father adorned a suit that was worth more than 3 months of their rent. He remembers because Nobara screamed “Wow he’s dressed in Brioni from head to toe!” He doesn’t know what that even means, but she told him a suit alone can go up to $8,000, but that doesn’t include the shirts, ties and shoes he wore from the same brand. That same day he saw his dad covered in hickies on his neck and extremely well groomed with an overpriced bouquet of flowers for him. When he gave his dad a hug, he smelled… rich. Not a chocolate kind of rich, but a walked-out-of-Hermes rich. 

The next day his friends told him that their iconique king, Gojo Satoru, finally got to fuck the man he’s been trying to get for ages. He mentions they met through “coincidental circumstances”. Even before the ceremony his dad took a selfie with the famous influencer and got a signed water bottle from him just to annoy him.   

That was a one day time occurrence. He can hear his dad talking to someone talking to someone on the phone, almost like playfully flirting after the ceremony. His dad comes home late, at times smelling that walked-out-of-Hermes rich masculine scent. Not only that, sometimes when he’s shirtless he sees nail scratches on his back. He’s definitely fucking some rich guy.

He doesn’t know which rich dude, but he thinks it's Gojo Satoru, but no concrete evidence — just speculation.

He hears the front door open and close, the keys jingle and placed on the key rack. “Megumi, I’m home.” Toji greets and Megumi gets up and leaves his room.

“Welcome home dad.” Megumi greets and sees his dad stretch. 

“Did you get anything to eat? I know it’s late, but there are a few places open.” Toji asks while Megumi nods. 

“Yea, we still had leftovers. What about you?” 

“Yup, I ate with a friend.” 

Megumi knows this “friend” is his fuck buddy. 

“Hey dad, my friends are coming over tomorrow night. You don’t mind right? I know you’re working so I wanted to ask.” Megumi asks out of respect, Toji walks over and rubs his head gently. 

“Megumi, you’re 20. You don’t need to ask me, hell you can raid the fridge for my beers and the cabinets for the hard liquor. Don’t just get shit faced and puke.” Toji laughs and Megumi smacks his hand away jokingly. 

“Dad, you know I’m not going to do that.” Megumi stammers and Toji wraps his arm around his neck to give him a noogie. Megumi notices his dad didn’t smell rich, but like his faded cologne, sweat and he doesn’t want to assume it, but sex.

“Let loose and have a little fun. You’re in college. Live it up.” Megumi smiles from his dad’s words and he laughs. 

“Ok… maybe a little shot or two of whiskey.” 

“That’s it. Papa didn’t raise you to be a puke bitch. Anyways, I have some money in my drawer, you know where it is. Feel free to use that for pizza or take out for tomorrow. My treat. I’m tired.” Toji yawns and lets go of Megumi before walking to his room. 

Megumi sighs. He doesn’t want to get involved in his dad’s private life, but he is so curious. 

Suguru and Satoru pose in an empty room with a white background, the cameras flash at them while they stay still and do poses. Suguru dressed in pitch black and Satoru in pure white, they always put them together in photoshoots because of their contrasting colors and personalities. Satoru was vibrant and cheerful, a pleasant person to be around and a bit goofy. Suguru was more composed and calm, but knew when to let loose. Their photoshoots looked amazing together and always trends online. After a long session and a few outfit changes, it was break time and they sat next to each other. 

“Satoru.” 

His friend hums while drinking a strawberry frappe during their break.

“Next time when you’re getting railed can you not pick up the phone.” Suguru says bluntly, making his friend spit out his drink.

“Excuse me, when I call you sometimes you’re railing one of your fuck buddies. Leave me ALONE!” Satoru points his finger at him and Suguru laughs. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Cum in me! Breed me!” Suguru mocks his voice, teasing him. “God, I didn’t need to hear your daddy kink and breeding kink in my fucking ear. I was wearing Airpods too. Straight to the eardrums.” 

“Oh yea you like this you bitch!” Satoru mocks him back while imitating a smacking motion with his hands, sticking out his tongue at him. “For such a good guy, you love that degrading shit.” They both glare at each other and then they both sighed.

There’s a silence between them. Satoru thinks about Toji’s phone and sighs again.

“So how is it going between you and To-” Suguru says before Satoru stands up and covers his mouth. 

“Don’t say his name. We have a codename for him remember?” Satoru glares at him. Suguru rolls his eyes and licks Satoru’s hand making him pull his hands away in disgust.

“You know I hate that codename.” 

“Well we’re in public. That’s his codename.” Satoru is adamant and Suguru groans in emotional pain.

“Ok fine. How are you and daddy ?” Suguru asks, that codename always makes Satoru giggle, especially when it comes from Suguru’s mouth.

“Fine, I guess. Same ol. We’re still pretty wild. He murders this pussy, but without the gunshot. I hop on his dick like a maniac and give him head like a brainiac. It never gets old, in fact I’ve never felt better.” Satoru explains while Suguru looks at him, his eyes try to pry him for more information. Satoru slouches with a bigger sigh. “He’s so fucking soft. You know that bruise on my neck this morning?” 

Suguru nods.

“Well we got real freaky last night, but after that there was amazing aftercare. He is so damn soft and... god. I’m a simp.” Satoru covers face and Suguru laughs. 

“Fucking simp.” Suguru teases while Satoru scowls at him, his eyes shooting arrows at him. “Why not just tell him?” 

Satoru begins to bonk his head with a fist. “Earth to Suguru. He’s a fresh divorcee and before that he was a widower. Cut me some slack. Besides, I’m a sexually free person. I haven’t had the guts to tell him that ‘we should totally have a threesome and I get spitroasted’. I don’t wanna come off as a ho.” Satoru groans, sipping on his frappe.

“Yea, you’re totally not a ho.” Suguru sips on his iced tea and Satoru glares at him. He is a ho, but he doesn’t want to come off as one to Toji — especially to him. Some makeup artists group around them, checking to make sure their makeup stays immaculate for the next round of photos. 

“Anyways, I have to return his phone and wallet. He forgot it last night and everyone’s too busy to help me. Can’t really exactly call his son because it’ll be weird so I’ll just give it to him myself.” Satoru explains while Suguru looks at him.

“Yo, you gotta be careful. The reason I called you last night because people are trying to figure out who T-... I mean Daddy is.” Suguru explains while Satoru looks unamused. Sure he knew about it already about people sleuthing and digging into his relationship with Toji.. 

“I know about it already.” Satoru reassures and Suguru nods a no.

“It’s getting worse dude.” 

One of the makeup artists working on Satoru’s face chimes in. “Fans and paparazzi are insane nowadays. Fans can find your exact location from a selfie from a window reflection. Ya know the exact GPS coordinates. I’ve seen people pinpoint a celebrity’s activism in the middle of nowhere from his livestream. They found his exact location from the sunrise, wind patterns, jets flying in the background and the sound of frogs too. It's crazy man. Paparazzi are just paid stalkers.” The makeup artist explains while Suguru nods. 

“Just saying. Keep your private life on the DL. You don’t want daddy to be unhappy.” Suguru jokes and Satoru sighs again — Suguru was just teasing him now. He’ll keep his life on the downlow. He needs to be inconspicuous tonight when visiting Toji’s place, he needs to not attract any attention.

It’s about 9pm, he wanted to come at this time specifically. He wanted to arrive not too late because he didn’t want to keep Toji up just in case he had work, but also late enough so he could get around without attention. Satoru pulls up in his Rolls-Royce in front of their apartment, his car completely out of place in the neighborhood. He only knew where Toji lived because he hacked into his phone and mapped the directions to ‘home’. 

The neighborhood is small and full of other apartments and small homes, it was in the city but not in the heart of the city. It’s near Megumi’s university — of course it would be, he wants his son’s life to be as easy as it could be — but affordable enough for him to live. Satoru steps out of his car, the lights on the ceiling of his car fading away as he closes the door. He presses the key to lock it and sees the names on the door and spots the name ‘Zenin’. He walks up with his Prada Chelsea Boots on, Hermes coat lintrolled and his Gucci sunglasses on to cover his face — he needs to exude that hot girl shit energy, but also humble enough for the neighborhood. He has a $10,000 priced melon in a box as a home welcoming gift. 

He makes it to the front door and presses on the doorbell and waits, he makes sure the side of his hair he slicked back is still as good as it looked when he left. ‘ Will Toji be mad I came here uninvited? Oh god, did I dress alright? I hope I did. ’ Satoru thinks while he waits for the door to open. He feels himself tense up, those single moments feel like hours — the cold air today feeling extra frigid right now. He sees the door open, but instead of an imposing figure of the man he’s been with multiple times, he sees a thinner and shorter man who looks like him. It was Megumi.

‘ Fuck! I did not include him. Shouldn’t he be hanging out with his friends like a normal college student? Don’t they go out and drink and shit? ’ Satoru thinks while they have a stare down at the door. 

Megumi steps aside and looks at him. “Get inside, you stand out.” He bluntly adds. Satoru notes his blunt attitude is definitely something he got from his father. Satoru ducks his head slightly to make sure his head doesn’t hit the top of the door and Megumi closes it behind him. Satoru looks around, it has a homey feel and the necessities. Couch, TV, dining table, kitchen and two rooms — one is Toji’s and the other must be Megumi’s. He sees some pictures on the wall, cute photos of him and Megumi doing family things like fishing, hiking and maybe the range. The apartment felt so small to him, he was so used to his spacious penthouse.

“Is Toji home?” Satoru asks Megumi and he nods a no.

“He’s working right now, it’s not coming home for another hour. They made him take a late shift today.” Megumi looks at the box in his hand. 

“Oh, it’s a gift. It’s a melon. Ya know… the fancy ones.” Satoru nervously swallows the spit pooling in his throat. Megumi hums, it’s the same one Toji does when he is suspiciously reading him. 

“You’re fucking my dad huh.” Megumi blurts out and makes Satoru do a fake laugh.

“Nonsense! We’re good friends, I came to say hi.” Satoru tries to make an excuse and Megumi glares at him. Satoru notes he definitely looks like his dad. He has the same scowl and probably the same smile. Their eyes were the same color and shape. The only differences were their height, facial structure, voice and hair. If Toji was a hunky daddy type, Megumi definitely was a pretty boy. He has long eyelashes and could pass off as an idol. He definitely works out, but doesn’t have the muscle mass like his dad. If Satoru was in college, he probably would’ve made a pass at him — no he definitely would’ve seduced him and fucked him a lot.

“Then you and him must be really good friends.” Megumi retorts while Satoru chuckles with anxiety.

“Yea totally!” 

“You smell like him when he comes home late.” Megumi adds. Satoru could feel the accusations coming up. “At my award ceremony, he was apparently as my friend said ‘dressed from Brioni head to toe’. It’s apparently a luxury tailor-made suit brand that can pay for our apartment rent for months. He also showed up with hickies on his neck that day too and an overpriced flower bouquet. He also flexed a photo of you and him a week before that. Do I need to say more?”

Satoru could feel an arrow hit him with every word he said, never missing a mark — his aim impeccable. “Alright, you caught me. Yea I’m fucking Toji is that a problem with you.” Satoru acquiesces dropping the nervous act. 

“Not really. It makes my dad happy. Just more worried how the internet is, a big name like you getting associated with a guy like him who wants to remain down low; it might stress him out. Then again, my dad is a hard guy to read. Maybe he doesn’t care, maybe he does who knows.” Megumi elaborates and Satoru nods in agreement. Toji has always been a hard guy to read.

“Oh yea, I agree. If anything happens I’ll handle it.” Satoru smiles and Megumi sighs and crosses his arms. 

“I mean you can chill here until he gets here.” Megumi explains while there’s a loud thud in another room. 

“Gumi! Hurry up! We're bored!” A girl’s voice yells through the walls. 

“Nobara keep it down, you’ll disturb the neighbors!” A man’s voice responds and they stumble out of the room. Satoru makes eye contact with Megumi’s friends and they scream in excitement. 

Megumi runs over and tries to silence them. “Jesus fucking Christ. Keep it down or else the neighbors will complain.” Megumi keeps it down. Satoru remembers how his son’s friends are huge fans of his and he stands up and gives his million dollar smile. 

“Hi, I’m-”

“S-Satoru Gojo.” They whisper while Megumi sighs, getting them to keep it down despite being slightly buzzed. 

“The one and only.” He puts on his public face and he holds out his hand; they both shake it furiously and their eyes sparkle. 

“I’m Nobara Kugisaki, big fan!” She clamors looking at him from head and toe. All designer brands. “Amazing and classy taste as usual.” Satoru appreciates a girl who knows great taste.

“I’m Yuuji Itadori! Big fan too!” He shakes his hand and Satoru looks at him. From his build and appearance alone, he’s definitely a dorky jock type — cute and he would smash if it was his college days. “You’re really fucking cool and funny.” He fanboys, Satoru thinks is super cute.

“What brings you to Megumi’s place?” Nobara inquires and Yuuji looks at her.

“Remember what he told us. He thinks his dad is fucking Gojo.” Yuuji whispers to Nobara and points to Megumi with his thumb, but it’s not really a whisper as Satoru and Megumi can clearly hear them.

“Guys…” Megumi sighs and Satoru laughs.

“Wait are you really fucking his dad?” Yuuji looks at Satoru who slyly puts his index finger on his glossy lips. It’s iconic and only affordable thing he wears — also Toji adores it when they make out.

“Keep it on the down low.” Satoru smiles and Nobara smirks. 

“I mean… not gonna lie Megumi, but if I wasn’t dating your cousin I’d try to seduce your dad. He’s hot.” Nobara deadpans and he sighs. 

“I GET IT.” Megumi groans, they all giggle together and Nobara looks at Satoru.

“You have such nice lips.” She points out admiring them.

“Yes, I’m trying to go for the dick sucking lips you know. MLBB kinda feel. It’s Tower 28 in Coconut, you should try it.” Nobara begins to jot it down in the notes on her phone.

“Alright alright. Can we go back to the movie? The food’s getting cold.” Megumi begins to push all of them into his room. 

“Oooo what movie is it?” Satoru asks while Yuuji looks at him, his head looking up at the taller man.

“Shutter Island, we're watching it for one of our classes. Psychological Thriller. Just started it.” 

“Ooo, amazing movie!” Satoru chimes being pushed into a small room with boxes of take out on the floor, some booze, soda and pillows. It reminds him of the good ol days of college. He smiles and thinks ‘ Well the best way to win a daddy’s heart is through his kid~ ”

Toji opens the door to his apartment and he sees four pairs of shoes (one pair looking a bit too expensive looking) when they’re only supposed to be three and also a goddamn Rolls-Royce outside. He hears a movie playing in his son’s room and he immediately runs for it. He opens the door and sees a familiar white head of hair in there chilling on the floor with Megumi and his friends eating Chinese and drinking a can of soda. 

“Oh hi Toji!” Satoru smiles. “Welcome home!” He greets. He looks at Megumi with a glare who turns his head knowing he’s in trouble. Toji looks at his pretty, precious fuck buddy and he sighs. 

“Talk. Now.” He says. Satoru sighs, he knows he’s in trouble.

Toji grabs Satoru’s wrist and before he closes the door he glares at Megumi. “Turn up the TV and make sure it’s loud. Got it.” Toji demands and Megumi grabs the remote and turns up the movie. He drags Satoru’s out and into the living room. 

“What are you doing here?” Toji places a hand on his face. Satoru brings out his wallet and phone from his pocket.

“You forgot these at my place. No one from my team could bring it and I wanted to bring it as soon as possible.” His pale azure eyes are upturned, his pleading face trying to make sure Toji doesn’t yell at him. 

Toji looks and he sees how pretty and adorable he looks — he does a loud groan he couldn’t yell at him. He takes his phone and wallet, shoving it into his jacket and he soon messes up Satoru’s head with a head rub. 

“Thanks. Next time though, can you not come like that .” Toji looks up and down examining his outfit.

“Whatcha mean?” Satoru tilts his head in confusion. He legitimately thinks he is underdressed for Toji.

“You don’t fit in this neighborhood. Your car too? Don’t pull up in your Rolls-Royce. Rent a middle class car or something.” 

Satoru grins. Toji didn’t say he couldn’t come back to his place, just that if he were to come just don’t show up in his typical clothes and ride which was fine for him. He can spend more time with Toji, that’s better than nothing. He runs and koala hugs Toji who catches him. 

“Thanks Toji!” Satoru kisses Toji’s cheek with his no longer lip glossy lips, but it’s normal color and little residue from the takeout. He then lets go and looks at him, he looks so tired from his shift. Satoru definitely wanted more, but his kid is home, his friends are here and Toji’s tired. He definitely wasn’t going to get dick tonight. 

“I brought a nice melon you can share with Megumi. I should get going...” His sighs and begins to walk to the front door. His dejected tone tells Toji all he needs to know. 

Toji pulls him into a hug, his moves so smooth anybody would simp. “As payment I can give you a little treat .” Toji grins, his hug becoming a bit more lewd and his hand snakes down, grabbing his cute butt and fondling him. Satoru’s visit and returning his phone and wallet may have been the best thing ever. “Come.” Toji slowly guides him backwards while still fondling him and towards his room. He shuts the door, letting one of his hands off of his butt to lock the door. The sound of Megumi’s room still had the TV blasting.

Toji pushes him onto his bed and he begins to pull Satoru’s shirt up to show his toned abs. Toji begins to feather kisses down Satoru’s abs, over his navel piercing and stopping at the button of his pants. Satoru is whimpering from every gentle kiss, his lips so familiar yet foreign every time it touches his smooth skin. Toji looks up at him, their eyes lock. “Make sure you keep it down. Don’t want Megumi and his friends to hear us.” Toji chuckles. He knows Toji doesn’t give a shit, but he does. 

Toji pops the button of his pants and pulls the zipper down with his teeth. The sight was so overwhelming for him, he could just cum right there and then. Toji grabs the waistband of his pants along with his boxers and pulls them down with one pull — his lower half completely bare. Toji kneels at the edge of his bed and caresses his leg, slowly kissing down bit by bit — the sensation makes his legs jump but Toji’s grip keeps it from moving. He stops at his socks and slowly pulls them off, once they’re off and thrown to the side, Toji kisses his foot like he’s worshipping him. He focuses on the other leg and does the same treatment, the gentle treatment is making his pussy wet. 

“Jesus Christ Toji, can you hurry up.” Satoru groans and Toji’s laugh. 

He pulls Satoru to the edge of the bed, his legs resting on Toji’s shoulders. “What don’t like the soft stuff? Imma keep doing it, I wanna savor this pussy on my plate.” Toji coos against his thigh before licking it and giving it a suck. The influencer’s hands reach for Toji’s hair and grip onto it, the foreplay driving him insane. His tongue slowly drags and stops at his moistening cunt. 

“Wow Satoru, you’re already getting wet.” Toji's warm breath tickles his sensitive folds and it makes his legs tremble. 

“You’re so mean…” Satoru mumbles, lifting his head to look at him. Toji laughs at his insult, the sensation going through his body. 

“I was never nice, my precious Sa-to-ru.” He purposely puts emphasis on his name to blow more air at his twitching clit. Satoru has had enough and begins to tug on his hair. “Impatient. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you cum quick. A little present for being such a good boy and bringing my things back despite being so busy.”

Toji grabs his other leg and brings his mouth close to his wet folds and makes one broad swipe with his tongue, Satoru’s legs shake. Toji kisses the trimmed patch of white hair over his cunt before stopping at his pulsating cock and gives it a little peck. He brings out his tongue and teases the nub then flicking it, he drags his tongue down to his hole and then back up. 

“F-fuck…” Satoru moans, his legs squeeze Toji’s head. 

Toji then brings his tongue back down and shoves it into Satoru’s pussy, causing his leg to kick up instinctively. He could feel how wide his tongue and how it moves in his cunt — everything about this man is just big. He begins to fuck his cunt with his tongue and spreading him. He could feel his tongue move inside of him, exploring his walls as far as he can go, his mouth against the lips of his pussy. The feeling of his tongue inside wasn't nearly as deep, but the way it moved and squirmed inside of him, sent shivers up his spine — the sensation foreign yet ecstatic, it's so different and kinky for the influencer. He could feel his tongue barely press up his spot and then explore the walls inside of cunt. The fact his wet and big tongue fucking him is making Satoru leak into Toji's mouth. He soon uses his entire mouth that's over his mound and sucks. His tongue out of his pussy and begins to move up to his clit. He moves his tongue around the nub and flicks it while hollowing his cheeks, the vacuuming so intense Satoru’s legs begin to shake. Toji focuses on his cock and grabs his thighs and moves his head back and forth. 

Satoru’s back arches and his thighs begin to crush his head, Toji begins to tap his leg. “F-Fuck! T-Toji!” He yells and he leaks in Toji’s mouth and he slurps it up, he doesn’t want his precious baby to get himself all dirty as well as himself. Satoru’s chest heaves up and down and his legs tremble from the climax. He soon relaxes his back, the arch no longer there and his thighs are jelly — he zones out from the orgasm. Toji gives one final suck and it makes Satoru groan and he gently bites his sensitive clit making him yelp.

“I’m sensitive... stop...” Satoru pulls his hair away from his cunt and Toji let’s him. Satoru sees his mouth and lips wet from eating him out. His face pink from the lack of oxygen, it was a sight to behold and he wanted to take a picture.

“God, you could’ve crushed me with your thighs.” Toji stands up and wipes his face with his hands, Satoru chuckles through his hyperventilating. 

“I’ve been on the adductor machine when I’m gyming. These beautiful thighs don’t come naturally.” Satoru drags his fingers down his thighs seductively, spreading his legs and lifts them up, he shows off his throbbing and slightly gaping pussy to Toji. Toji begins to licks his lips from the sight, Satoru brings his legs down and brings his foot to the confined tent on Toji’s pants. “You sure you don’t wanna do more? This big boy is saying otherwise~”

He begins to rub his foot against it, using his toes to grip the covered dick and rubbing it a smug face. Toji grabs his ankle and brings his foot to his mouth, gives it a kiss and sucks on his toe with a grin. Satoru is taken aback from the view and the sensation which makes him grip the blanket.

“If I were to use my big boy you wouldn’t keep it down. You could barely keep it down when I was giving you head.” Toji smiles — that smile made him so weak. 

“Ok. You got me there. Next time we see each other, you better screw my brains out.” Satoru points at him while Toji shrugs his shoulders.

“I do that everytime .” 

Toji helps him up and Satoru comes up and gives him a sloppy kiss, not caring that he can taste himself on Toji’s lips. Toji couldn’t help but pull him up and grab his cute little butt. 

After making himself presentable to the best of his ability the both of them leave Toji’s room and sees Megumi leave his room to get some water. Satoru and Megumi lock eyes and Megumi turns his head and blushes. ‘ Yep he knew what we did and he definitely heard us. ’ Satoru sighs and Satoru makes his way to the door. 

“Hey Toji, will I see you soon?” Satoru turns and looks at Toji.

“Of course. I’ve just been busy, sweet pea. Just text me and I’ll try my best to respond.” Toji messes up his hair that he tried to fix in and make it presentable to avoid a situation with Megumi — which didn’t really work in the end. 

Satoru peeks over Toji’s broad body and sees Megumi standing in the kitchen examining the melon he brought over. “It was nice to meet you Megumi! I hope we meet soon and get to know each other!” Satoru chimes and waves. He remains silent. Not the friendly type like his dad.

“Don’t worry about Gumi, he’s shy. A bit starstruck to meet you.” Toji teases and Megumi looks over.

“I’m not starstruck!” 

Toji peeks over his shoulder and chuckles. “Sure thing kiddo. Keep telling yourself that.”

“No, I’m just not talking because…” Megumi wants to say, but he blushes and turns his head back to be melon. He must be talking about when Toji was giving him head. 

That interaction alone Satoru can tell that Toji is close with his son and how he adores him — they were basically friends. It was endearing and he was a bit envious of Megumi to have such a cool dad like Toji, unlike him. Satoru wishes he had a bond with his father like how Megumi does with his father. Toji sees the solemnity in his eyes and he brings his hand to Satoru’s chin and rubs his lower lip.

“Where’s that smile?”

Toji could read him, those damn verdant eyes and that damn lips with that single scar made him so weak. Those three words bring his mood up.

Toji opens the door for Satoru and the cold air comes in. Toji soon waves and Satoru turns around and looks at Toji. They have a short stare down, but he soons walks to him, wraps his arms around Toji’s neck and kisses him in front of Megumi. He pulls away and grins at him.

“I’ll make sure to visit again. Bye Toji.” 

“See ya later, Satoru.” 

Toji watches Satoru go down the stairs and into his car. When Satoru enters the car and the ceiling lights turn on. He notices Toji standing at the doorway, making sure to see him off properly. He pulls out of the small driveway and drives off, he looks at the rearview mirror and sees Toji close the door as he drives off. Satoru is a simp for a man he can’t have. At least he has got Megumi and his friends’ numbers — Megumi obviously wasn’t too happy with it, but his friends convinced him. Maybe he can bond with them and get closer to Toji’s personal life.

A few days pass and Satoru does the same thing — videos, streams, talking with companies who want to do collabs and the whole shebang. The last few days have been absolutely exhausting for him and it was his day off, he definitely wants to sleep all day and maybe hit up Toji for an intense fuck — if he was free that is. 

Satoru sleeps in his bed, it’s comfy and soft with the help of his 500 thread count bed sheets and his feather filled pillows. He feels his phone go off constantly over and over. He checks his phone and it’s over 50 text messages from various people: Kento, Suguru, Shoko and even some from Megumi and Toji. Odd. He sees a shit ton of calls from Kento and Suguru. He sees it’s 10 in the morning and he wants to sleep more, but it must be pretty dire if the two of them are spamming the call button. He debates who should he call — Kento, his manager who will probably lecture him or Suguru who will tease him, he opts for the second option.

He calls him and he immediately picks up. “Why’re you calling me? I’m sleeping.” Satoru mumbles.

“Your daddy’s been exposed. Check your shit, dumbass!” Suguru lectures and Satoru shoots up from his bed, his eyes wide open.

He checks Twitter and the tags are trending. “Satoru Gojo” and under his name. “Daddy” “DILF” “Toji”. He clicks on his name and he sees pictures of him at the night he visited at his place. Paparazzi must’ve been following him, but they censored his face. Fans must’ve found out his identity. 

“Dude, you fucked up.” Suguru sighs.

“I gotta make a few calls.” Satoru ends the call and clicks on Kento’s name. He knows he’s going to get yelled at, but Toji and Megumi’s normal lives were ruined because of him.

‘Don’t worry Toji! Your pussy fairy is On The Way!’ Satoru presses his name and the dial tone rings.

Satoru and Kento pull up to Toji’s place and it’s swarmed with paparazzi trying to get information from him. They remain in the car and Kento sighs.

“What makes you think showing up in this neighborhood dressed in Prada Chelsea Boots, Hermes Coat and Gucci Sunglasses while driving a fucking Rolls-Royce is on the down low?” Kento bangs his head on the steering wheel and Satoru shrugs his shoulders.

“I thought I was underdressed.” 

“God fucking rich people…” Kento takes off his glasses, “You guys think $3,000 is cheap. I hate you all…” 

Kento steps out of the car and so does Satoru, the paparazzi go wild. They ask questions on who this mysterious man is, how they met and if he’s using Satoru for clout. Kento, being an ace asshole, PR and crowd control master, shoves them out of the way and they make it to the front door. 

Satoru feels so guilty. His face is downturned and he feels a hole about to swallow him up. He knocks on the door. “Hey… it’s Satoru can you open up?” 

Megumi is the one who opens it and he looks pissed, royally pissed. He lets Satoru and Kento in, Toji surprisingly relaxed on the couch — Megumi looks more stressed than him and he’s not the one in the spotlight. 

“Your dumbassery caused this shit!  You pulled your ass into this neighborhood with your rich boy attitude and now I can’t even leave the house! I missed class!” Megumi lectures pointing at his chest. Kento snickers, Megumi doing the lecturing for him

“Megumi missing one class isn’t going to kill you. Relax.” Toji reassures and Megumi turns towards his dad who’s reading the morning papers. Megumi walks to him, grabs the paper from his hands and grips onto the collar of his cream sweater. 

“Why are you so damn calm! You got fired because you’re fucking a famous guy who is almost half your age and now we have people banging at our door!” Megumi shakes him and Toji sticks out his tongue. 

“We can hide out in a hotel or something until it dies down.” Toji suggests while Kento steps in.

“Yea… about that. They’re just going to follow you. They’re known as vultures for a reason. You’re going to come with us.” Kento suggests and Megumi looks at them incredulously. 

“What?” Megumi adds. 

Satoru rubs his head and looks at them. He’s going to sound stupid, but it’s the best thing he can offer. 

“You guys are going to stay with me until we can find you a place where they can’t get to you. It’s my fault this shit happened.” Satoru sighs and he looks at Toji and their eyes lock. He feels like shit. “Hey Toji, if you totally wanna end our agreement I totally understand.” 

He’s scared of the answer. He fucked his normal life up with his neediness — it’s not the first time that’s happened to him. The thing with Satoru when he gets enamored is he goes full speed ahead without thinking too much despite being a brainiac — his IQ scores are genius level. He’s just impulsive and spontaneous, it makes him fun but also a disaster in the making.

He sees those eyes and they’re examining him. He’s afraid of rejection, especially from him. “Nah, I enjoy it.” Toji adds and looks down at Satoru’s waist and grins. “Besides, it’ll be such a waste to let you go. You need someone to take care of you.” He wiggles his eyebrows at him and Megumi slaps his forehead from his father’s innuendos. Satoru laughs and looks at Kento. 

“You can get us out of here right?” 

His PR and manager sighs. “You’re paying me extra for this shit.” 

Satoru gets them situated in his place, Megumi immediately slams the door in the guest suite extremely pissed off. 

“Sorry about him. College ya know.” Toji points with his thumb and Satoru grabs him a water bottle and throws it to him which he catches with ease.

“Oh I know. Been there, done that. Well I was a bit more wild and not much of a hardass like him. I owe him a pair of NMDs.” Satoru laughs while Toji drinks his water and it feels weird. Toji is going to be staying with him for a bit until he finds them a new place. “Hey sorry about you losing your job. We’ll get your stuff when it clears up over there.”

Toji looks at him and he shrugs. “Take your time with the junk, most of it belonged to the landlord. About the job, I mean yea I was pissed at first, but the hours sucked. I didn’t get much time to spend with Megumi. Wasn’t worth.” Toji looks at Satoru who is obviously nervous and anxious. He could obviously read him. “Also don’t worry about trying to find us a new place. I don’t mind staying here, I bet it gets lonely here. I’d like to pay for rent for me and Megumi.” Toji glances at him with his green eyes and grins. 

Satoru sighs in relief. The older man reads him like an open book, it must be with age. He thinks with maturity and acts mature, but knows how to have fun and fuck like he’s in his 20s — he’s so perfect for DILF hunter extraordinaire with daddy issues like Satoru.

“You can tell huh?” Satoru opens a bottle for himself with a sigh. 

“You’re kinda clingy, it’s cute though.” 

If Satoru could, he would bang his head against the wall with every word this man says. He wouldn’t mind losing a few brain cells for him — then again when it came to Toji he really only had one brain cell and it was him and his massive dick.

“Well I gotta find a job that can afford to pay rent for this place and can handle the paparazzi bullshit.” Toji looks through his phone and begins to search up job listings. 

An idea comes to him and a devious smile forms. “Toji, look no further. I have a perfect job for you.” Satoru pulls out his phone and shows it to Toji.

Toji looks at it and turns his head in confusion. Satoru rolls his eyes, of course Toji wouldn’t know it he’s such a boomer. “OnlyFans? What’s that?” 

“Yea! Basically hot people sell content online. They make big bucks. Follow me.” He grabs Toji and brings him into his room and they sit on his bed and opens the app. It’s a dream come true for Satoru; just casual time with Toji, something he rarely gets with the man.

 “So what is this content ? Teach me, sensei.” 

Satoru scoffs at the nickname and clicks on the biggest creators with a smile. “So basically it’s porn. You can sell your body to people and they pay a subscription to view your ‘content’. The biggest creators make $11million dollars A MONTH. It’s crazy. You don’t have to sell sex, you can sell lewd photos or pictures of your body.” Satoru explains and he sees Toji actually listening to him and analyzing the app. He’s mentioned it once and now again, Toji always listens to what he has to say and responds naturally —  not out of obligation. At times he does get overwhelmed, but he just stops him with a kiss which was good enough for him.

“It’s basically, if any part of your body is hot. You’ll make it big, but you need to get noticed. That’s where I come in. I can ‘plug’ you in and give you a shout out. You’ll totally get big. We’ll make you an insta and a reddit. Those are the two platforms people find OnlyFans creators on. You’re hot, amazing body, great face and a DAD. People love DILFs. You’ll make it big easy.” Satoru grins at Toji who looks a bit confused at the terminology. Satoru sighs at him. “Dad I’d Like to Fuck. DILF.” 

Toji laughs and grab’s Satoru’s chin seductively. “So people like you?” He smiles and he sighs. He just had to bring that in.

“Yea Toji... people like me.” Satoru just wants to bang his head into a wall in embarrassment. “Anyways, let’s get started, I’ll get a camera. Take your shirt off.” Satoru runs out of his room to grab the goods. 

While grabbing a camera and a few lenses he’s questioning his decisions. Should he let other people see Toji or should he just let Toji be his sugar baby. He wouldn’t mind that, being Toji’s sugar daddy but he gets the benefits of the sugar baby. It wouldn’t work, he knows for a fact Toji would want to use his own money to support Megumi through school. He starts to bang his head against the wall, he really needs to start thinking things through with this man.

He walks in and sees Toji shirtless waiting for him, he could probably sell a picture with a pose like that and probably get a few grand alone. Satoru sighs with the camera in hand. “Alright Toji, sit on the bed.” He commands. 

Toji does and he looks awkward, but a smug grin forms on his. “What do I do next, sensei ?” Toji feigns ignorance with a nickname, Satoru rolls his eyes at the comment. He knows Toji is playing with him and he just wants to pin him down and ride his dick now. 

“Undo your pants and slowly take them off.” Satoru stutters looking through the lens and he does. Slowly and sensually as Satoru clicks the camera making sure to only get his body and not his face — the main focus being his sculpted washboard abs, his inguinal crease and the happy trail that leads to his package. 

Once his pants are off Satoru couldn’t help but lick his lips. His body’s so fine. He’s licked it, left hickies on it, rode on it and squirted on it, but he’s basically giving him a strip tease is making his cunt twitch uncontrollably. 

Toji’s only in his boxers briefs and Satoru’s noticed how massive his dick looks, he knows how big it is but it looks humongous in his boxers. His dick is tucked to the side and his briefs highlight the shape of it, he’d definitely going to get some big bucks. 

“What’s next? Sensei .” Toji chimes and Satoru licks his lips some more, he’s salivating at this point.

“You can slightly pull down the waistband of your boxers to show just a little bit, but be a tease.” Satoru instructs and he does — Satoru takes more pictures to capture the moment. Toji then looks at Satoru, no words this time around — his eyes do the talking. 

“I’m going to take a video now. You should say something involving with the word ‘daddy’. That’s going to be your selling point.” Satoru’s drooling now. 

Toji grins and looks at Satoru as if he’s talking to him. He grabs his clothed cock with one hand and pats his thigh with the other. “Why don’t you come to daddy ~” He coos at Satoru and he could feel his cunt drip through his boxers. He films it all and he turns off the camera — Satoru looks at him with utter frustration. 

He sprints to the door, shuts it and soon runs to Toji and jumps on him, grabbing on his shoulders and slamming him onto his bed. “You totally did that on purpose.” Satoru pouts and Toji chuckles.

“No shit. You were salivating.” He reaches up and grabs his butt, it makes Satoru groan. Toji’s swift and he pulls down his sweats to his ankles — Satoru kicks them off and they’re on the floor. 

Toji continues to grope his cute ass. Satoru leans in and begins to kiss Toji, their innocent little peck turning into a sloppy messy tongue action. Satoru basically probed his tongue into Toji’s mouth, starving from the strip tease before him. Toji’s fingers that were on his ass slowly travel down to the cuffs of his boxers and snake their way up to his moistening cunt. 

He gathers the slick on his fingers by gliding it over his mound, he slowly presses his finger to spread his folds and rubs his cunt. His fingers barely enter his hole and travel to his clit which he pinches between his two fingers. Satoru moans in his mouth pulling away and throwing his head back. 

“You’re such a nympho.” Toji teases while Satoru pouts at him. 

“You know the male version is a satyro-!” Satoru yelps as Toji shoves his fingers into his wet cunt.

“Yea yea yea. Why don’t you teach me more, Gojo-sensei ~” Toji curls his finger in him. He pumps them in and out, his fingers are soaked and his boxers drenched from his slick.

“S-shut up!” Satoru stutters while he grips onto the sheets. He could feel Toji spreading his fingers and curling them, pressing at the nerves inside of his pussy. Toji’s a genius when it came to fucking and pussies, because he could find Satoru’s spot with ease and make him leak like a waterfall with minimal effort. 

“ Gojo-sensei, why don’t you teach me some more?” Toji shoves his fingers into his hole, first knuckle deep. Satoru screams in euphoria and he glares at him. If he wants to joke around and call him sensei, he’ll just have to school him. 

He smacks Toji’s hand that’s fucking his cunt and Toji pulls them out, slowly drags his fingers over that sensitive nub; a whimper coming from Satoru’s lips. Toji cleans his fingers with his mouth and looks at Satoru with bedroom eyes — Satoru revels in the sight. Satoru gets off of him and sees his boxers have a dark spot on them, completely soaked with his juices. He sees a dark spot on Toji’s boxers and his massive dick needing some help. Satoru takes off his boxers and throws them on Toji’s face.

“ Sensei’s rewarding you for being a good student.” Toji doesn’t hesitate to lick the the delicious viscous treat from it and smells them. Satoru pulls down his boxers and his massive cock flings out. Satoru isn’t going to suck him off this time, he just wants a quickie since he’s going to be with him all the time and they can have long kinky sex as many times as they want.

Satoru crawls over him and squats over the 9 inches under him. “Make sure you don’t take your eyes off of sensei .” Satoru grins and slowly lowers himself, teasing his clit on Toji’s fat cock making the older man groan.

Satoru giggles before he lowers himself slowly, inch by inch his massive girth splitting him in two. No matter how many times he’s ridden on this dick and got railed by this dick, he’ll never get used to it. He finally takes his entire dick in him and he could definitely feel him in his stomach. 

“Don’t hurt yourself, sensei .” Toji reaches for Satoru’s hips, the white haired man glares at him through the stretch.

“Ok, can we stop with the sensei stuff. I prefer you calling me your baby boy.” Satoru could feel Toji grab his hips and grinds him against the base of his cock. 

“Alright baby. I’ll let you do the work today. Show daddy what you can do.” Toji grins. Satoru puts his hands on his abs and lifts his hips until the tip of his cock is left in his cunt. He slowly lowers himself down, fucking himself on Toji’s dick like a toy. 

“Use me like a glorified dildo baby.” Toji murmurs erotically and Satoru moans from the talk, his brows furrowed and his legs are weak despite working out. He lifts his legs up and then back down, angling Toji’s cock at that sweet spot in him with every bounce. Satoru could feel his hips giving out and he changes the position of his legs, now he’s on his knees. He’s going faster and faster, pressing Toji’s dick at his spot and at times going nice and deep — he loves feeling nice and full from his cock. He could feel his cunt's juices trickling down his leg. 

“That’s it. Use me. Ride me.” Toji eggs him on while rubbing his thighs. 

Satoru begins to bounce on his dick without restraint, the angle poking at his sweet spot while feeling him deep in his guts. His juices pooling on Toji’s pubes and all over his cock, Toji’s now helping him by gripping his hips and pushing him down. Both their breaths getting heavy, Satoru’s too focused on riding him to be screaming ‘daddy’ ‘harder’ ‘deeper’ and Toji finds it cute. 

Toji then looks at Satoru’s abs and back at him. “Satoru, do you think if you didn’t work out as much as you did and looked more like a twink and not a twunk, I could see my dick in your tummy?” Toji struggles to stay through the euphoria he’s going through. 

Satoru can really feel how deep he is and really doesn’t try to think about it while hopping on his cock. “Mmmm..aahh! M-maybe? W-who knows…” Satoru moans through his words with every bounce. He begins to feel himself close to finishing and can feel Toji lift his hips trying to chase the tightness of Satoru’s cunt. The sound of their slapping and their breathing in the room, small moans and groans which was different from their normal affairs. 

Satoru can feel Toji’s grip on his hips tighten, it was painful enough to cause his cunt to grip his cock tightly. “F-fuck!” Toji yells, he uses his strength and slams the twunk down his cock and he shoots his cum deep in him. Toji’s body convulses from the orgasm and it surprises Satoru, he’s never seen Toji so carnal. He could feel Toji’s cock spurt in him, filling him up. Satoru isn’t exactly done yet and he begins to gyrate his hips rubbing his clit against Toji’s pubes. He lifts his hips and a bit of Toji’s cum dribbles from his hole, he slams his hips down a few more times while he’s still hard. It’s not long before Toji’s cock slams right at his spot and it causes him to squirt and his legs shake. Gravity does what it does best and Satoru’s legs give out, Toji’s cock fully sheathed inside of him. 

They both catch their breath. Satoru slowly lifts himself up and Toji’s cum drips from his cunt and onto his cock. Satoru lays over to the side and lands onto Toji’s arm. They look at each other and grin. “That was…” Toji says.

“Hot?” Satoru answers for him and he nods. 

“My legs are so damn tired.” Satoru groans and Toji rubs his head with a soft smile. 

“You did good. I’ll cook you a meal once we recover.”

Satoru turns over and covers his face against the side of Toji’s face, he could cry from the gentle and soft treatment from him. He is so gentle and soft, yet so kinky. A man who could treat him right, but he knows he isn’t exactly ready for a relationship and Satoru respects that. While he’s rubbing his face against Toji, Toji remembers something.

“Do you think Megumi heard us?” Mood ruined. Number one thing on his mind was Megumi.

Satoru sighs and nods a no. “The walls and doors here are soundproof. When he slammed the door, we can be as loud as we want it to be. When I closed my door, same thing.” Satoru reassures and Toji glides his fingers through his hair, petting him. His touches are so soft. “I’ll edit and help you upload those pictures later. I’ll teach you how to do them later.” Satoru adds and Toji laughs.

Toji turns his head and gives Satoru a peck on his forehead. “Thanks baby.” Those fucking pet names, those words has Satoru romantically leashed up. 

Megumi leaves the room and is about to raid Satoru’s fridge; a rich person definitely has some good food somewhere in their place. He sees his dad cooking in the kitchen. He’s shirtless like he usually is in the morning except it’s late lunch and he sees a pantless and shirtless Satoru resting on his chin on his dad’s shoulder, his arms and legs around his body doing a koala hug. 

“Ah hi Megumi! Here for some food?” Satoru waves a hand while still hugging his dad. Megumi definitely is not ok with the sight mainly because it’s awkward for him.

“Ah yea. Kinda hungry.” Megumi nervously rubs the back of his head and Satoru grins. 

“Don’t worry I didn’t forget about you Gumi.” Toji cooks with ease while a tall man hugs him.

“Oh yea Megumi, for inconveniencing you I’m going to get you some NMDs. Tell me your size later.” Satoru smiles and his eyes kinda sparkle. Satoru feels some form of triumph, at least his DILF’s son has some taste unlike him. 

Toji brings out the meal to the table, the plates and utensil already set (done by Toji). Toji carries Satoru off of him bridal style and places him on the chair. Megumi already knows what they did and sighs. They all begin to eat and Satoru looks at Megumi and smiles. 

“Hey Megumi, you know how your dad’s like really hot right?” Satoru bluntly adds and it makes him choke on the food. He drinks the water to help him swallow.

After coughing he looks at him a bit annoyed. “Everyone tells me that. What about it.” He adds with a stern tone and Satoru smiles. 

“I’m helping your dad make an OnlyFans. You wouldn’t get mad would you?” Satoru takes a bite of his lovely homecooked meal. Megumi looks at his dad and back at Satoru and back at his dad. 

“Did you agree to this?” He asks his father and Toji nods.

“It makes good money and minimal effort. I get to spend time with you. Works for me.” Toji adds eating his food and Satoru smiles. 

Megumi grabs his hair in disbelief, Satoru looks at him and touches his lap in a reassuring way. 

“Don’t be like that, you should be supportive of your dad.” 

“I do NOT want people telling me. ‘Oh yea Zenin, I’ve seen your dad’s massive cock online. I pay for it.’” Megumi groans while Toji’s laughs and looks at Megumi.

“Just say yours is just as big. You’ll definitely scare people.” Toji points with his chopstick and Megumi just wants to slam his head on the table. Satoru and Toji both laugh at his reaction. 

Satoru could get used to the company, the penthouse doesn’t feel so empty anymore it’s so full of life. This pussy fairy is so damn happy.