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It’s a gut feeling that wakes Toji up in the middle of the night. A random, gut feeling that something is wrong. A quick glance around the room provides no answers. Nothing seems to be immediately wrong. Nothing’s on fire and there’s nothing out of place. He's about to wave it off and go back to sleep, but something urges him to check Megumi's room. If he could just get a quick peek at the kid then he can sleep peacefully for the rest of the night.
He climbs out of bed and cracks open his kid's room only to find it empty. Megumi isn't in his bed. He's not in the bathroom or kitchen. He doesn't seem to be in the apartment at all.
Toji calms himself before he can panic. It wouldn't be the first time Megumi's stayed over at a friend's place without telling him, and it wouldn't be the last. The kid’s a flight risk at the best of times, but he always comes home. He’s a bit like an outdoor cat in that way. Toji wanders back into his bedroom and glances at his alarm clock. It’s almost 2:30 AM. Megumi has never left the apartment so late before, even with his friends.
His first thought is to call Maki. Usually, when Megumi doesn't come home from school it's because she took him out for a drive and neither kid ever thinks to call Toji first. Not this time, though. She apologizes and promises to call if Megumi shows up, but he isn't with her.
His next call is to the Itadori’s. There's no answer to any of the numbers listed in the phone book. Which figures. It's the middle of the night, and the family is all early birds, not night owls. He leaves a message anyway, just on the off chance Megumi shows up at their place or if he’s already there.
The Kugisaki girl actually picks up. But after she gets over the shock of hearing Toji on the line instead of her friend, she just tells him the same thing as Maki. She'll call if he turns up, but she doesn't know where Toji's kid is.
Toji hangs up and pages through the short list of contacts scribbled in the notebook by the phone. That’s everyone whose number Megumi has, and no one knows anything. Toji briefly wishes Megumi had a phone so he could just call the kid directly. Or track his location. That’s a thing phones can do nowadays, isn’t it?
It would also be nice if they had a car, Toji laments as he pulls his shoes on. Then again, if they had a car, he wouldn't put it past Megumi to steal it on his way out the door. Toji curses to himself as he runs out of their place with a flashlight, looking for any sign of Megumi.
He checks the school, Megumi's friends' neighborhoods, and nearby shopping plazas. He peers down alleyways with a sick feeling in his stomach, silently praying each time that he won’t find his boy’s crumpled body in one of them. He's running around town for over an hour, spooking some night shift workers on their way home. He probably looks like a crazy person, jogging in pajamas in the middle of the night.
Toji finally finds Megumi at nearly 4:00 in the morning in a park on the other side of town. The kid is dressed in pajamas as well, like he just rolled out of bed and decided to walk all the way across town. He’s sitting in the grass by the playground of the park, fiddling with the plants at his feet. He barely spares Toji a glance before going back to peeling apart blades of grass like nothing happened.
Toji's relief at finding him quickly bleeds into fury that he was running himself ragged looking for this kid, and Megumi was just sitting in a park fucking around.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Toji demands, yanking the boy to his feet. "Do you have any idea what time it is? What were you thinking?"
Megumi doesn't answer him, just stares at the ground. Toji shakes him by the shoulders.
"I don't know," Megumi finally says. It takes more self-control than Toji's willing to admit not to smack the kid. Toji waits for him to elaborate, to provide some sort of explanation for why he thought wandering around in the dark was a good idea. He doesn’t.
"Do you know what could happen to a pretty kid like you at this hour?" Toji asks, shaking him again. "You're lucky I found you before a fucking serial killer could."
That finally seems to snap Megumi out of it. He tries to shrug his father off, face morphing from blank disinterest to an irritated frown.
"What do you even care?" Megumi mutters. "I've been out here for hours, and nothing happened. I was about to go home anyway."
Toji doesn't believe that for a second. In fact, he's pretty confident that Megumi would have stayed in that park all night if Toji hadn't found him. But it's late, and it's a long walk back home, so he doesn't call Megumi on it.
Instead, he grabs Megumi by the wrist and pulls him back towards the apartment. The boy doesn’t fight him on it either, just trails a step behind him. Toji keeps his hold the entire way back, just in case Megumi tries to run. He wouldn't make it very far, of course, but he also seems intent on making stupid decisions tonight, so better safe than sorry.
Megumi tries to make a beeline for his room as soon as they're through the door, but Toji pulls him back to his side.
"Real funny, kid," he snaps, shutting the door behind them and pulling Megumi along to his bedroom. "You're with me tonight."
No way in hell is he letting the kid out of his sight after the stunt he pulled.
Toji didn't bother to change out of his pajamas before leaving, and he doesn't bother to change out of them now. He just turns off the light, gently pushes Megumi into bed, and crawls in after him. He doesn’t ask if Megumi wants to change either. It's late, and they're both tired. Megumi doesn't complain.
Toji expects him to scoot as far away as possible as soon as they’re lying down. Instead, he curls against Toji, slotting into the space like a puzzle piece. Worry that had been brewing since he woke up returns. What was Megumi doing out so late? Is something wrong, or is he just being difficult? Toji’s not the best with this whole parenting thing, and it doesn’t help that Megumi is, well, Megumi.
Toji opts to wait to talk about it in the morning when they’ve both got clearer heads. For now, he just slings an arm around his son and closes his eyes.
He's about to doze off when a hand ghosts over his clothed dick before landing on his hip. He cracks open an eye, expecting to find Megumi sleepily shifting around. Open, green eyes meet his own.
Megumi is very much awake.
"What are you doing?" Toji asks tiredly.
"I don't know," Megumi whispers, quickly looking away again.
"You don't know anything tonight, huh?" Toji huffs, turning on his side to face his kid. Megumi doesn't answer, but he keeps his hand where it is.
Megumi apparently finds the wall extremely interesting. He keeps his eyes locked on it, though he shifts closer to Toji. Megumi presses himself against Toji's knee. He can feel that the boy is half hard through the thin fabric of his pants.
"What're you doing?" Toji asks again. "And don't tell me that you don't know."
Megumi doesn't answer this time either, but at least he's looking at Toji again. Toji sighs, propping himself up on one arm. His knee drags against Megumi's growing erection, resulting in a sharp gasp.
"Come on, baby," Toji prompts. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me."
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Megumi asks after a moment. Toji blinks in surprise. Of all the possible responses, he wasn't expecting this one. For a multitude of reasons.
"Of course I do," Toji answers, confused. He tells Megumi as much fairly often. And, sure, his kid isn’t the most secure teenager ever, but he’s never mentioned being unsure about his appearance before. Is that really what this is about?
"Prettier than that new girl at your job?" Megumi asks, his gaze sharper than it's been all night.
"You're jealous," Toji says flatly. It's not a question and Megumi doesn't answer it.
Any concern Toji felt before is quickly overtaken by anger. Is that seriously it? Toji mentions some chick from his job no more than three times and Megumi throws a fit? This fucking kid will be the death of him. He rolls over on the bed, caging Megumi between his arms and legs. The boy doesn't even have the good sense to look nervous or ashamed. He just glares up at Toji like he's the problem here.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Megumi?" Toji spits. "You had me running around like a headless fucking chicken because you're jealous."
"You didn't answer," Megumi shoots back, frowning.
"Yes, I think you're prettier than her. In fact, you're lucky you are or else I'd–" Toji cuts himself off with a groan. That won't get him anywhere. Megumi figured out a long time ago that Toji never actually follows through on his threats to pop him in the mouth. Not like it would fix anything, anyway. Megumi doesn’t seem to respond to anything the right way. Maybe that’s on Toji, too.
Maybe if he had kept his hands to himself and been a responsible adult his kid wouldn’t be so damn difficult. But what’s done is done.
"What am I going to do with you?" he sighs, looking his boy up and down. He can guess what Megumi wants him to do by the tent in his pants. He also remembers enough about parenting to know that he shouldn't be rewarding bad behavior.
"Are you mad at me?" Megumi asks, not sounding the least bit remorseful.
"What do you think?" Toji mutters. Again, Megumi doesn't answer. At least he still has enough sense to know a rhetorical question when he hears one. Toji sits back on his heels, putting a bit of his weight on Megumi's waist. Megumi twitches beneath him, breathing shakily. His hips try to buck upwards, but Toji is quick to shut that down with a firm hand pressing on his stomach.
"Stay put," he warns, fingers trailing to the waistband of his kid’s pants.
He settles further back onto Megumi's legs, tugging his boy's pants down just enough to free his cock. It looks achingly hard and already starting to leak pre cum, eager as ever. Toji grips it firmly, running a thumb over the head. Megumi keens beneath him, arching into his touch.
"Stay put, I said," Toji growls, giving Megumi's cock a rough squeeze that has the boy crying out. In pain or pleasure, Toji can't be sure. He also doesn't find it in himself to care much at the moment. He thumbs over the head again, watches the way his boy shudders and struggles to hold still. He keeps massaging the tip until he sees Megumi's body twitching in aborted jerks, tell-tale signs that he's close.
Toji removes his hand and climbs off of Megumi.
"Where-" Megumi starts to ask, his own hand moving to take Toji's place. Toji catches his wrist before he makes it there. He pulls Megumi's pants the rest of the way off with his other hand and tosses them aside.
"I'll be the only one touching that tonight," Toji orders firmly. "Play with your tits if you want to touch yourself so badly."
Megumi whines, but doesn't complain about it. His hands snake up his shirt to knead at his flat chest. Toji catches a glimpse of the rosy stiff peaks of his nipples before Megumi's fingers cover them as he toys with the buds. Always so sensitive. If Toji were in a better mood he would lick and suck at his baby’s tits until Megumi is writhing and crying on the bed. But he’s not in a better mood and this isn’t about making Megumi feel good.
Toji's cock strains against his own pants and now's as good a time as any to take them off. He shimmies out of them without much fanfare, tossing them off the edge of the bed. Megumi supplies him with a chorus of breathy moans as he settles himself in front of his boy. He drinks in the sight of Megumi’s half-naked body. Long limbs and smooth, pale skin contrast nicely with the dark fabric of the sheets. Toji runs an appreciative hand along the soft plane of his stomach, enjoying the way the muscles tense and breath hitches beneath his touch.
He pulls Megumi's legs up towards him, dragging Megumi further down the bed. He keeps an arm wrapped around his boy's legs just below the knee, keeping his thighs pressed together while his feet come to rest on either side of Toji's waist. His baby’s eyes are closed, breaths coming in shallow pants. He always gets like this when Toji’s about to stick anything inside him, always nervous no matter how many times his father proves to him that his hole was made for taking anything he’s given.
Toji fumbles for the bottle of lube he keeps on his nightstand, flicking open the cap and squeezing out a generous amount onto his hands once he has it. He lets some of it drip onto Megumi's exposed hole before working the rest in between his thighs. Megumi shivers as Toji's slick hands stroke them up and down. Cool liquid runs down his legs, glistening in the moonlight filtering in from the blinds.
"Something to say, baby?" Toji asks mockingly. Megumi mewls again as Toji lets his hand drift down to his boy's entrance. "What do you want?"
"Want you inside," Megumi pleads, hands clenching around his chest. He doesn't try to move them lower, as instructed. Good boy.
"Yeah?" Toji hums, barely dipping the tip of his finger into his baby’s hole before pulling away. "I wanted to get a full night of sleep."
Toji wraps his hand around his own cock, giving it a few pumps.
"But we don't always get what we want," Toji hisses, sliding his cock between the slick smoothness of Megumi's thighs. It's not as good as sinking into his son's tight hole, but it's damn close. He can feel the way Megumi tenses and trembles with effort not to move.
He slowly drags his cock back and forth, relishing in the warmth of his son's soft flesh and the desperate sounds spilling from Megumi's lips. Megumi is being so good, holding his legs still and playing with his cute nipples. It’s quite the show, watching thin fingers pull at the buds. Toji picks up the pace, fucking into Megumi's thighs with even thrusts that brush past his balls, drawing stuttering gasps from the boy. Megumi squeezes his thighs tighter together, enveloping Toji's cock in wet heat.
"Fuck," Toji breathes, eyes shut in bliss. He reaches down to give Megumi's cock a pump as a reward only to be met with his son's hand sneaking it's way down. His eyes snap open, glaring down at Megumi.
"I thought I said no touching," Toji snaps, pinning his son’s hand to the sheets.
"Please, daddy, please, please," his baby whines, looking up at him with those wide green eyes and that damn pretty face that looks so much like- fuck. Toji almost caves, almost allows his pretty boy to jerk himself to completion.
It's been so long since Megumi's called him that, since Megumi’s called him much of anything truly, and it would be a lie to say that Toji isn't willing to let the kid get away with anything when he does. But not this time. He’s been too lenient with Megumi lately and now the boy thinks he can do whatever he pleases. That ends tonight.
He keeps Megumi's hand where it is and quickens his rhythm, angling his strokes higher up and away from Megumi's aching dick. Megumi sobs at the loss of sensation, but wisely doesn't try to move his other hand to make up for it.
"Please, daddy," he tries again, looking up at Toji through teary lashes. The spitting image of his mother. So damn pretty .
Toji's resolve doesn't crack, but that expression on his baby's face has his hips stuttering in their movement and his cock spurting ropes of white cum onto Megumi's chest and stomach. He curses as he uses Megumi's legs to work himself through his orgasm.
"Fuck, baby," he exhales as he comes down. He admires the sight of his semen splattered across his son’s skin. If he had a camera he would take a picture and hang it up on the fridge.
"Can you touch me now, daddy?" Megumi asks softly, eyes trailing from his own body up to Toji’s face. Toji lets go of his legs to swipe a finger through the cum on Megumi's stomach. He's really laying it on thick, Toji thinks. He must be getting desperate.
He's about to tell Megumi as much when the phone rings.
They both freeze, surprised by the sudden sound. Toji glances at his alarm clock. The glowing letters read 5:15 AM. It's probably one of the Itadori’s calling him back, then. He can’t think of anyone else who would be calling their home at this hour. He looks down to where Megumi is staring up at him with a nervous expression. Finally, reacting the way he should.
Toji grins and reaches for the phone.
"Hello?" Toji answers the call, clearing his throat and hopefully landing close to a normal tone.
"Hey, Mr. Fushiguro," Yuuji, Megumi's little friend, responds. "Sorry, I just got your message now. I haven’t heard from Megumi, though."
"Don't worry about it," Toji dismisses, running a finger along the length of Megumi's dick, leaving a trail of cum as he does. "I found him a while back. Didn't mean to worry you, pass my apology on to your folks, yeah?"
"Oh, ok," Yuuji says. The line is quiet for a beat. "Is he alright?"
"He's just fine," Toji says, smirking down at his boy who seems to be holding his breath to keep from making any sound. Poor thing is probably mortified. "He's right here actually, want to talk to him?"
Megumi's eyes grow impossibly wider as he shakes his head.
"Oh sure! If he's up for talking, I mean," Yuuji chirps, considerate as ever. Toji hums and squints to find the speaker button in the dim light. He presses it and holds the phone towards Megumi.
"It's Yuuji," he says, as if it isn't obvious.
"Hey, Meg," Yuuji greets brightly. "Are you doing okay?"
Megumi swallows, glancing between Toji and the phone like he's hoping Toji will bail him out of this. Toji just quirks a brow and nods toward the phone.
"Hey," he manages, voice thick but otherwise normal. "Um, I'm fine."
"Are you sick?" Yuuji asks, concerned.
"I don't know," Megumi says, his catchphrase for the night apparently. Toji rolls his eyes. He runs his fingers along the underside of Megumi's cock, feeling it twitch as the boy bites back a needy moan. He mostly succeeds, a small squeak escaping him before he could stop it. The odds that Yuuji didn't hear him are pretty low, given that Toji is holding the phone right by Megumi's head.
Neither teen speaks for a moment.
"Are you still going to school today?" Yuuji is the one to break the silence.
"I don't know yet," Megumi answers, looking questioningly up at Toji. His baby looks so lost for words. Toji uses two fingers to wipe some more cum from Megumi's chest. He easily slips them past his boy's soft lips.
There. Now he doesn't have to worry about talking.
"Probably not, Yuuji," Toji says for him, feeling Megumi's tongue lap the spend from his fingertips. "We had a pretty long night over here."
"Yeah, that makes sense," Yuuji accepts easily. "I'll let you guys rest, then. I can drop off any homework later if you want."
"That would be great. Thanks, Yuuji," Toji says, lightly pinching Megumi's tongue. "Tell your folks I say thanks to them too, okay?"
"Sure! Bye, Mr. Fushiguro! Bye, Megumi!" Yuuji says cheerfully.
"Bye, kid."
Toji pulls his fingers from Megumi's mouth and nods towards the phone again.
"Bye," Megumi mumbles obediently. Toji is quick to hang up after, tossing the phone onto the nightstand. Having his son suckling at his fingers only reminds him of how good that mouth would feel on something else.
But first, he should finish cleaning up his mess.
Toji wipes the rest of the fluid from Megumi's skin and holds out his hand in a silent order. His boy eagerly takes in his digits, tongue working over them, and licking them clean. He opens his mouth to show that he swallowed it all.
"Good boy," Toji praises, pulling Megumi into a sitting position by his arm.
He grabs a fistful of feathery, black hair and pulls his baby in for a deep kiss. He tastes the remnants of himself on Megumi's tongue as he explores every last inch of his boy's mouth. Megumi's hips jerk, trying to use their new proximity to chase friction. Sneaky little thing.
Toji breaks the kiss and pushes Megumi onto his back. He lightly pinches his boy's cheek in warning. He positions himself over Megumi's face, fist wrapping around his cock to jerk it back to full hardness. It doesn’t take much. Seeing his blessing beneath him always gets him going.
"You stay right there," Toji murmurs. "Gonna fuck your pretty mouth."
"Then I can cum? Please, daddy?" Megumi asks, hands coming to rest on Toji's thighs.
"We'll see, baby," Toji hums, rubbing the head of his cock against soft, pale lips. Pre cum smears across them like lip gloss. He really does look like his mother like this.
"Please, daddy, it hurts," Megumi whimpers. The ghost of his breath makes Toji's cock twitch, his legs tensing around Megumi's body.
"But this is what you wanted, isn't it?" Toji taunts, easing his cock into his son's willing mouth. "You wanted to be daddy's pretty little doll?"
Megumi whines as Toji slides his cock deep into his throat, the vibrations running delightfully up his length. He groans, thrusting shallowly into the wet heat of his son's throat. Megumi gags around him, tears welling up in his dark green eyes. Toji's hand tangles in Megumi's soft hair, petting him as he continues to rut into his face. Megumi's grip on his thighs tightens, but he doesn't tap out. He's the perfect cocksleeve for Toji, he always has been. If only his attitude matched, Toji muses to himself.
Megumi slides his tongue against the cock in his mouth as he adjusts to the feeling. His soft moans send jolts down Toji's spine, making his toes curl.
"Fuck, Megumi," Toji groans, tossing his head back in bliss as his son hollows his cheeks. "Just like that, pretty boy."
Megumi keens at the praise, swallowing around his father's cock. He knows just how Toji likes it and he’s eager to please tonight. His son’s throat constricts around his cock, squeezing it deliciously. Toji wonders if he died and went to heaven as he bottoms out in the tightness of his baby's mouth. His hold on Megumi’s head tightens as he cums hard, spilling straight down his son’s throat. He has no choice but to swallow, not that he would have anyway.
"So good, baby, so good for me," Toji breathes, lightly tugging at the hair clenched in his fist.
He stays buried in Megumi's mouth for a while, letting the boy's throat flutter around him as he comes down from his high. He eventually pulls out and rubs his cock on Megumi's cheek, adding to the mess of spit and tears on his pretty boy's face.
"C-can I- now, can I?" Megumi croaks hopefully, giving Toji his best puppy dog eyes. Toji has half a mind to let him, to reach down and palm his son's cock until he's shaking and begging and spilling onto the sheets. But then, that would defeat the purpose of this particular parenting moment.
"How about you sleep that off," Toji hums, climbing off of his boy and kicking the ruined sheets off the bed. "It's been a long night, yeah? Get some sleep."
"But-" Megumi protests, hand shooting down to his dick as soon as he's able. Toji is quick to catch him again. He levels the boy with a stern expression. Megumi balls his hands into fists, but he doesn’t try to touch his cock again.
"Get some sleep," Toji repeats himself, pulling Megumi to lay down beside him on the cleaner side of the bed. He'll clean them both up later, but not now. He keeps his baby pressed firmly to his side with no wiggle room to try to sneak his hands to where they don’t belong. Megumi’s still-hard cock brushes lightly against Toji’s bare thigh. It’s wet with pre cum. Megumi sobs at the feeling, but doesn't try to argue with him. Smart kid, finally learning his lesson.
As he's drifting off, he feels Megumi rutting shallowly against his leg, frantically chasing the relief of friction as much as he can with his limited movement. Toji allows it, burying his face in his son’s soft hair and breathing deeply. Eucalyptus, just like hers. Toji smiles to himself. If humping his leg like a dog is to be his kid's last ditch effort to cum tonight then so be it. He'll scold him about the whole ordeal properly in a few hours. For now, he needs to make up for lost sleep.