satorucci

[satorucci]

I'm Addicted, I Admit It!

Synopsis. They’re not drunk on alcohol - no, they’re drunk on you and your pretty lil’ pússy.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Choso x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Geto x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, pússydrunk boys, strength differences, bréeding, màting press, desperate boys, manhandling, marking, jealousy (Nanami’s side), praise, degradation, smacking, cúmplay, dirty talk, some HEINOUS things, lowkey fluffy Sukuna, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.5k

A/N. Was originally gonna be something else but I couldn’t get it out of my head so-

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Won’t stop, can’t stop

A pussydrunk Toji Fushiguro promises to break you - and is fully intent on fulfilling these promises. There’s no way he wasn’t with the way he had you folded into a mating press for the third time tonight. 

“Oh hngh- please.” you mewl, begging for- you don’t even know at this point. 

“Fuck.” he hisses into your mouth, and you flinch as his heavy balls smack your ass harder, throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls over and over-

You weren’t going to make it out alive. 

Vision blurry, drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth, his cum gushing out of your overfilled pussy and spreading in a lewd little pool beneath you. You’re beyond the point of cockdrunk at this point - all you can do is sit there and take it while he keeps squeezing himself into you with reckless abandon. 

That little scar on the corner of his mouth rubs against your lips so deliciously as he grimaces in both pain and pleasure. Overstimulating you both to insanity. And fuck, Toji wasn’t even sure if he could cum against but damn if he wasn’t going to try. Just wanting to fill you up one more time- “One more, doll. Not fucking enough.”

And before you know it, your pussy is clenching around nothing. 

“Ngh- T-Toji.” Face sinking into the plush pillow as Toji flips you like a ragdoll. Not even giving you the time to register what’s happening before he’s bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt from behind. Relishing in that delirious little squeal of surprise that leaves you as he stuffs you full again.

“Shit, fucking squeezing around me so fucking deliciously, sweetheart. Look at ya.” he slurs hoarsely, voice shot. Drinking in your sobbed little, “Ah- jus’ like that. Fuck hngh- keep going-”

Both of you are barely lucid at this point, but it’s all that tiny rational part of himself can do to not fuck into your sloppy pussy like an animal while you clench and flutter around him. Kissing hotly down your spine as you desperately adjust to his massive cock.

But ah you should’ve known - should’ve gotten an inkling of realization at the way his achingly hard cock was throbbing inside your walls at a maddening little bump! bump! bump!

With an impatient little grunt, Toji wraps an arm around your waist to give your quivering cunt a soft little swat! He drinks in your cute lil’ gasp of surprise, reeling back all the way till his angry, red tip was just kissing your sloppy entrance, pushing in quick, short jabs of his hips - more to fit himself deeper inside your snug cunt than anything. 

With each harsh thrust, Toji’s pulling you back onto himself with bruising strength. Forcing you to feel every ridge and vein against all the right places as he stretches you on his cock. “Fuck, you’re incredible.” he murmurs. “Arch more f’me- yeah, that’s it. Tha’s my girl.” 

And oh how you love being thrown around by him this way. Because no more was Toji self-conscious about hurting you like he usually was. 

No, he’s pushing your back down to arch into his dick, still using and bending you however he pleases. And as he flattens his feet on the mattress, putting his body weight onto yours, it’s only a matter of time before you wonder when bones will start breaking.

But it still wasn’t enough. And he’s restless. 

Because Toji’s looping two strong arms around your legs, letting himself fall backwards onto the mattress, hips burning as he keeps fucking you like an animal. Not pausing even as you clench around him in shock. 

“Feels s’fucking heavenly.” he groans, voice raw. “Wan’ one more, sweetheart. Give me one more.” Lacing his fingers above your head to push. Down down down. So fucking filthily. 

And it burns the way he had you so shamefully spread open. At this point you can hardly believe you’re conscious let alone being able to sob out a strangled little, “Yes! Yes yes yes make me cum, Toji. Make me cum all over your cock again.” 

And he does - thumb pressing down on your poor, ravaged clit. Hard. unmoving even as you whine and buck into his touch. Torn between running away and pushing back for more more more- you cum with nothing more than pathetic little tingles that make you milk Toji’s cock desperately. Batting your lashes tearily up at him with a low, “Wan’ you to hah- c-cum insi-.”

You don’t even have to finish the sentence, before Toji’s pumping his seed into you with a strangled groan of what sounds like your name. Nothing more than hot, sticky wisps of cum that trickle down the side, too much for your poor overfilled pussy. Shooting delicate rope after rope until his cock is angry and twitching inside with nothing but blanks.

But in the haze of your high, you hear the way your boyfriend still finds it in himself to chuckle.  A dark little, “One more, sweetheart.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - His, his, his

When Nanami Kento is pussydrunk, everyone will know the day after. 

And by everyone, it’s everyone - from the apartment security guard that blushes and looks away, to your coworkers who titter when you walk in. 

Because Nanami can’t stop himself from claiming each and every inch of your pretty self. Lips searing on your skin, leaking tip dragging along your swollen folds. His precum smearing so filthily across your cunt.

“K-Kento-” you mewl, grinding your hips into his so that he would just fucking ruin you like you wanted him to. 

“Mhm?” he murmurs, nipping along the delicate skin of your neck. Tongue flattening, licking long, languid stripes down like a sort of reverence. “Tell me what you want, my love.”

And if he put an emphasis on the pet name, well, then let it be known that Nanami Kento was a composed man - but that wouldn’t mean he won’t let everyone know you’re his. Even those scrubs that can’t take a hint. 

Which is why his neat fingernails were digging deep into your hips, leaving pretty crescents in their wake. Dragging down ever-so-slightly to leave you all marked up and his. His grip on you only tightens at the pretty lil’ whines that spill from your kiss-bitten lips, “Wan’ you- hah- inside me s’bad.”

“Oh? And who does my girl want inside her pretty lil’ cunt?”

“You! You Kento- ngh-”

Well, whatever his girl wants - she will get. Because Nanami’s immediately pressing his angry, leaking tip into your sloppy pussy, groaning at the way you’re already clamping down on him so deliciously. Not stopping till you were flush against the neat tufts of blond at his base. Barely even giving you time to adjust because you’ve wanted this for so long and you’re sucking him up so well. 

“Ah! Hngh- Fuck. Yeah fuck me just like that- Kento.” you’re tightening your legs around him, letting Nanami all but use you as he thrusts in small, mindless little motions of his hips. Mouth still marking and biting your skin relentlessly. 

His lips leave your neck to whisper against yours, eyes half-lidded and boring into yours. “Love when y’say my name.”

Gasping breathlessly at the bruising grip all on your hips - your sensitive clit - your throat - just everywhere because Nanami can’t get enough of you. And you can do nothing but buck up deliriously as he speeds up his pace. Ramming his thick cock into your sloppy pussy deeper and deeper. “You’re mine, y’know that? All mine. And anyone with eyes can see that.”

Several things happen at once, you let out a strangled moan as Nanami changes his angle to hit that one spot he knew so well. Flushed tip hitting it over and over until you were sure it was bruising. As bruising at the hand kneading your ass, swiftly coming down. Hard. 

Smack!

Nanami’s large handprint sears into your skin. And through the haze, he soothes his hand over the sting. Starting to draw slow, languid circles on your swollen clit like a little apology - but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be any nicer. Not at all - in fact, before you can react, he’s touching any and every inch of skin once more, making sure to leave pretty lil’ marks for days.

And he has to fight that loud, carnal part of himself that just wants to ruin you under his hands here forever, but no - Nanami needs everyone else to see as well. See how you’re so beautifully his.

Smack! 

“So pretty f’me, my girl. All f’me.”

“Yes! Ah- yes yes yes. S’all for you, Kento oh-” you moan brokenly like a mantra. A raw little ah! ah! ah! Leaving your swollen lips each time his twitching balls smack your ass, so wet and sloppy with your slick. You’re sure they leave a mark every time his achingly hard cock bullies into your snug cunt, dipping in and out in and out in and-

“Yeah? Then you’re gonna cum f’me, too, pretty girl?”

“Yes- ah-” Hand on your clit frenzied now, hips out of control. Breath hot against your ear while he holds you down in a bruising grip. So very filthy and all his-

And then you’re cumming. Jolts of electricity sparking down your spine as you cum so hard that you grab at Nanami’s sculpted back for some - any - semblance of sanity. 

The only things on your mind being how hot and heavy he was fucking you through your high, and the sharp sting on the crook of your neck, his canines digging into your delicate skin.

“F-fuck.” he whispers, muffled in your neck. “Squeezin’ me so tight. Ngh-” hips stuttering and so sloppily still meeting yours. Still fucking rock-hard.

And through your glassy vision you manage to make out the pure pride shining in his eyes as he reads the silent question on your face. 

“Not yet, my girl. I still see some blank spots.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Quiet bully

“Mm, not hngh- stopping until you cum again f’me, pretty girl.”

When Geto is pussydrunk you barely even notice at first.

Because he’s the ever-graceful and suave Geto Suguru, even when he’s ramming into your pretty pussy with reckless abandon. Head thrown back, strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead, hands bruising on your hips and pulling you to deeper into his hips as he fucks you from behind. 

The only way you do get an inkling of the fact is because he’s so mean. Geto always is in bed - but right now he’s just bullying you. Long index toying with your swollen clit, quick, maddening little motions to get you off for the nth time tonight. 

“But, Suguru!” you mewl, clawing at the sheets, “C-can’t cum again-”

“You will.” he leans down, breath hot against your ear as he whispers, low and gravelly. His abs are rubbing against your back as he keeps his unforgiving pace, “I’ll make sure of it.”

Because Geto doesn’t get drunk on just your pussy - no, he gets drunk off of all of you and how pretty you are when you’re cumming all for him. 

“C’mon, you do it f’me.” he hums, so mockingly innocent that would’ve almost believed him - if it wasn’t for the way he speeds up on your clit. Throbbing cock twitching inside you at the delicate tears streaking down your face. 

Fingers merciless on your clit, balls smacking against your skin, holding you still as he rams into you over and over-

“S-Suguru!” you let out a strangled gasp, white-hot pleasure flashing behind your eyes as you cum. And oh he loves that cute lil’ expression on your face, the tears clinging on to your lashes and the way your slutty cunt flutters so filthily around him.

You’re lucky you’re turned away from him, because you don’t see the cruel little smile that curls his lips or the excitement flashing in his darkened eyes. Though, maybe it would’ve better prepared you for when he huffs out a fucked-out, “Tha’s my girl. One more- Hngh- one more.”

Your eyes snap open, a broken little sob leaving you because fuck you weren’t going to make it out alive, Geto was going to absolutely ravage you till you’re ruined-

“O-one more.” Geto groans like a mantra. Flattening his feet on the bed to ram into you at a different angle - one he knew would hit you at that one spot that had you gasping and grinding deeper into his throbbing cock. “One more f-fuck, give me one more-”

If you were in a better state of mind maybe you’d have noticed how fucking sloppy and mean Geto was slamming his cock into your snug pussy. And how his sadistic little hums were becoming more and more strained, turning into broken grunts like he was begging you. Begging himself. Still fucking you like an animal, bodyweight pushing yours down, you crushed underneath him. Trying to milk that last, sweet little orgasm out of you.

“Cum f’me once more, my girl.”

And nothing more has to be said before you’re cumming. Again. Eyes scrunching shut in pain and pleasure as you grab at the headboard for some semblance of stability. 

Honestly, you don’t even have to, because Geto’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his heated body. Grunting as your cunt desperately tries to milk him for all he’s worth. Brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten in concentration as he holds off cumming. But Geto can’t - won’t right now. Not yet. 

Instead he’s reeling his hips back again, until his angry, red tip was just kissing your sloppy hole. Running on just your cute lil’ whines and the way you were clamping down so deliciously around him. Thrusting in frantic, shallow grinds for now because he was feeling so generous as to ease you into it.

“Suguru! Ah- not again-” you squeal, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. But whatever plea that comes next gets stuck in your throat as your loving boyfriend utters words that have your cunt clenching exhaustively in anticipation. 

“Now the real fun starts.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Please, baby. Please.”

For Choso, it’s hard to not get drunk off of your pretty lil’ cunt. And he gets so whiny and needy when he does. Barely even squeezing his throbbing cock through the first ring of muscle before he thinks he might just see the pearly gates of heaven - and you were an angel. 

You’re just so warm and sloppy on top of him, slick dripping down to his twitching balls, swallowing him up so deliciously. 

“Ah! Ngh- s-slow down-” you whine, head spinning at the pure stretch of him stuffing you full. His twitching balls were pressed against your ass, veins grazing against your plushy walls, pulsing in a maddening thump! thump! thump! that you can feel in your throat. “S’too big, Cho. I don’t think I can-” 

“No!” he gasps into your skin, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed so deceivingly innocently. “Need it s’bad. Need you so bad- Fuck, I can’t stop-” 

Hips moving mindlessly, fucking up in tiny, shallow little thrusts to bully himself inside you. Not even fully inside you, but he was already so out of control. 

The mattress is creaking deafeningly, a lewd little staccato with the squelches from down below. “Choso-” you whimper, torn between clamping down on his swollen cock to suck him up more desperately and running away. 

“Oh- oh baby, f-fuck. Squeezing m’so tight.” he’s groaning into the crook of your neck, strong arms wrapped so tight around your waist that it almost hurt. “Hngh- Don’t think you can run away from me.” And Choso couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to - barely even giving you time to adjust before he’s milking himself on your dripping cunt. 

Cute lil’ whines leaving your swollen lips each time he rams himself inside deeper and deeper, you were just gushing around him. Pretty pussy taking him so readily despite your protests. “Need this so hngh- fucking badly. Need this need this need this-”

“F-fuck, Cho- Yes, give it t’me.”

Ah, his head was spinning. The only thoughts running through his mind being how sloppy you were, so wet and squeezing him so perfectly - his pretty girl was taking him so well. 

Blindly, Choso shifts onto his forearms, head craning to graze his lips along the seam of your mouth . Mind too hazy to kiss you properly like he wanted to - but it’s fine, he’ll kiss you silly after this. Fuck, he muses, balls squeezing painfully, just as soon as he cums. 

And you can do nothing more than take it as he chokes out low little moans of your name. Head spinning because his cock was so big and he wasn’t stopping - just wanting to fuck your tight pussy until he-

“Ngh- c-can’t fucking take it anymore, baby. Need to fucking cum.” he grunts, tearing springing to his eyes, sounding like he’s losing a bit of his sanity every time his heavy balls smack your ass. And he needed you to, too - ringed fingers snaking down to draw harsh, frenzied little patterns on your swollen clit. Not even circles because shit Choso doesn’t have the time for that - just wanting to have you gasping and seeing stars as soon as possible. 

“Cho, m’c-close. Ah! Ngh, m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum-” you keen, hips bucking up wildly for more more more- And oh it’s like Choso’s favorite song, because his throbbing cock is twitching inside you so deliciously, thrusts sloppy and unfocused, thumb aching with how fast it was on your clit. 

“Me too, baby. Hngh- m-me too.” he gasps into your open mouth, movements only getting faster and faster and-

And then you’re cumming. Stars behind your eyes, and Choso’s hips stuttering - so desperate, so filthy as he shoots thick, hot spurts of cum into your snug cunt. Fucking his seed deeper and deeper into you mindlessly. 

And he can’t stop - he won’t. But you absolutely love it. Because you’ve barely blinked the haze from your eyes before he’s pulling away ever-so-slightly, a hand pushing away the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Breaths ragged, voice hoarse. 

“Not enough, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Sober thoughts

They say drunk minds speak sober thoughts, and oh how Sukuna wishes that wasn’t the case when he’s fucking you dumb. How he wishes he could stop the strained little grunts that escape him each time his heavy balls smack your ass. 

“Kuna- Ngh- s’too much, c-can’t anymore-”

How he wishes he wasn’t drunk off your cute lil’ whines, and that fucked-out expression on your face as he rams his cock into your pretty pussy. Plunging into your heavenly cunt again and again and- It was too fucking much for him. 

Because it makes him wish he didn’t lean down, whispering softly in your ear, “You can do it, angel. Hah- I I know you will. Hngh- That pretty cunt is made f’me, always taking me so good-”

Ah, you clench so obscenely around his thick cock, shivers running down your spine. Milking him so obscenely as his weeping tip hits your poor cervix over and over. 

“W-wha-?” you blink tearily at him, voice shot. Trying to grasp reality because usually, Sukuna would usually tell you to shut up and fucking take it like the good lil’ slut you are. And if you were in a better state of mind you’d almost be embarrassed at the way he holds such power over you, just a few words of praise and you’re already turning into his personal plaything. 

He huffs out in frustration, leaning down to lick a long, lazy stripe up your cheek, gathering the big fat tears rolling down it on his tongue. And you can’t even think of bringing yourself to be disgusted, because this is Sukuna and he’s always so filthy and mean. 

Except right now, being mean is the last thing on his mind. Murmuring out a strained little “Don’t act so surprised. You know you always milk my cock so well.” drinking in your cute little whimpers. “Shit- like yer trynna suck the s-soul out of me. Never met someone so fucking perfect f’me-”

He thinks he could almost cum right here right now when he sees you snaking down a hand to play with your swollen clit. “But Kuna~” Such an adorable pout appearing on your face when he gently smacks that hand away. Sukuna just wants to kiss it off your swollen lips.

And he does - licking hotly at the seam of your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip while you keen into his. It’s messy - all teeth and spit and adoration. 

Because you might not see it with your eyes half-lidded from the ecstasy, but Sukuna is looking at you with such nauseating heart-eyes. Ones he’d vehemently deny later, of course. But for now he settles for groping a hand down your pretty body, one, long finger rubbing unhurried little circles on your throbbing, achy clit. 

“Don’t worry your pretty lil’ head.”

So different from his unforgiving cock. All push and pull as he fucks you like his sextoy, but kisses you like his God. 

“Ah! Jus’ like that, feels so f-fucking good-” you’re a teary, whimpering mess underneath him. 

“Mhm? Feels s’good, huh?” he groans gutturally. Letting you buck wildly underneath him because shit you look so pretty being all desperate and needy for him. “Squeezin’ me s’tight. Fucking heavenly you are, you’re gonna pay for it if I cum early, angel.”

Your eyes snap open at his delirious confession and the way he seems well and fully intent on breaking you - and talking you nicely through it. It was making your head spin, especially at the way Sukuna get more and more out of control, all sloppy movements and even sloppier words. Slurring out little praises while he stuffed your ravaged cunt faster. Deeper. Pure, carnal need where he usually toyed with you so cruelly. Closer and-

“Cum for me, angel.”

You think you cum at the first word out of his mouth, because you’re seeing stars behind your eyes before Sukuna even finishes the sentence. And he’s not far behind - giving you one, final harsh thrust before filling you up in thick ropes of cum. It gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy as he keeps fucking into you like some animal. Letting out little mutters of how fucking beautiful you were and how heavenly your cunt is and-

And, well, by the time he’s collapsing into your ready arms, Sukuna might not be so pussydrunk anymore. But by God it doesn’t stop the way he nuzzles your hair softly. 

Pulling your sweaty body close to his, so fucked-out and exhausted. So fucking debauched with the way his cum gushes out of you. Hot and sticky, seeping into the sheets and pooling in the nonexistent space between you two. 

So very, very his. 

♡ GOJO SATORU - Shut up!

Gojo Satoru doesn’t shut up - not even when he’s stuffing his cock into your pretty pussy, and especially not when he’s drunk off of the heavenly feeling. Off the sight of you - all swollen lips fallen into a soft oh!, eyes glassy and miles away, so debauched and pretty underneath him - he just has to let you know.

“Look at you. Fucking perfect. Gonna fuck you till I can’t anymore.” he murmurs wetly. “Gonna make it feel so good f’you. Gonna have y’milk my cock until there’s nothing to milk.”

And Gojo swears he isn’t pussydrunk - but the way he’s babbling into your tits says otherwise. Looking up at you through his long lashes with dazed, hooded eyes, words muffled around your tit but still he keeps running his mouth. 

“Hngh- S’fucking tight and hot around me.” he murmurs, hips snapping to meet yours, milking himself mindlessly on your snug cunt. So hard that it almost hurt at the sting of skin-on-skin. “God, could stay like this f-forever.”

He was getting so loud now. Mixing with the sloppy squelches from below.

“You could, too, huh? Drunk on my cock enough to? Y’look like it-”

That makes your cheeks heat up. “Satoru-” You scramble to hastily cover Gojo’s mouth, stopping that sweet sweet voice from saying the most filthy things. You can feel his smug little grin underneath your fingertips, and you almost know what’s coming- before he licks a long, amused stripe up your palm.

Snatching your hand back, you sigh - as best you could when your boyfriend was ramming his thick cock inside you - “Satoru! What did I say about-”

“But you make it so easy, sweetheart.” he whines, hands roaming all over your body. Gripping and kneading every inch of skin he could reach before resting at your swollen clit. Pooling your sweet juices on his fingertips, drawing featherlight circles around the nub like he was trying to convince you. “Don’t lie. Y’like this big mouth. Love it even.”

Unlike Gojo - it’s hard to get your words out when he’s bullying his cock into your dripping cunt. Ramming into you over and over-

“Admit it. Don’t you love it? Love hearing me talk fucking filthy to you like this?” His words were coming out fast now, mixing with your cute whines and the heady air of the room. Each one punctuated by a brutal, harsh into your dripping cunt. 

Fingers working magic on your sensitive clit while his cock ravages you below. And the great Gojo Satoru does not give a fuck about your hushed whispers about how your neighbours are home or how “this is the fifth time they’ve complained.”

Because his girl’s pretty lil’ cunt is fucking perfect and he needs you to know.

Gojo presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. Thrusts growing more and more careless. Losing his sanity with each stroke - with each word that comes out of his mouth. “I know you like it.” he groans, “I can see it in your eyes, n’ the way this slutty lil’ pussy squeezes me so fucking tight.”

Dragging - not pushing - you both closer to the edge. Frantic now, syllables slurring together and Gojo’s hips stuttering into yours. Drunk off of you and your cunt and the way he can’t stop talking and talking and-

“Yes,” your words were a barely audible whisper - but Gojo hears. Of course, he does. “I love it. Fucking love it, Toru.”

And then he’s cumming - and cumming so hard that Gojo thinks he’ll never be able to stop. Not, that he’d ever want to.

Because Gojo keeps pumping the thick, hot spurts of cum oozing out of him into your sloppy pussy. And shit you look so pretty underneath him, his seed dribbling down your thighs, eyes fluttering shut as you cream around his cock. And, of course, he has to let you know - babbling about how cute you were milking his cock and how warm and wet.

And Gojo’s still running his mouth as he pulls out, over your disappointed little mewl. All the way down till he’s swiftly centered between your open legs. Breath fanning your cunt, a devilish grin curling his lips.

“Time to help you remember exactly how much you love this big mouth.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

[satorucci]

𐔌 、toji　ﾉ　desperate for money, he takes a job from the dark web: break into a girl’s house for a twisted roleplay she’s willing to pay thousands for 𓈒　◟

cw: dubconノCNC roleplay ノ home invasion ノ explicit content ノdark themes ϑϱ

୨ৎ dead dove: do not eat！minors, blank & ageless blogs will be blocked ୨୧

You’re home alone.

That fact alone isn’t strange—it’s your night off, you’ve got leftovers in the fridge and no plans besides a bath, wine, and maybe one of those trashy novels you pretend you’re too good for. Your apartment is silent except for the quiet hum of the AC and the occasional creak of an old wall settling. Just the usual. Familiar.

And then you hear the front door open.

Not a knock.

Not a jingle of keys.

A click. A turn. A push.

You freeze on the couch, phone mid-scroll, your whole body tensing like a rabbit catching the shadow of wings overhead. There shouldn’t be anyone. You live alone. You don’t have roommates. You didn’t order food. No one should be here.

Your heart stutters.

You think about calling the cops—but something holds you back.

Something primal and wrong and crawling, like instinct knows before your brain does: it’s too late.

Heavy footfalls echo on the hardwood. Measured. Slow. Predatory.

You shoot up off the couch, but he’s already there.

Tall. Broad. Dressed in black. Combat boots. Tactical pants. A long-sleeved shirt tight enough to stretch across brutal muscle. A ski mask over his face. And in one gloved hand, a gun.

Pointed right at your chest.

“Don’t move.”

You do. Of course you do. You stumble back like a fucking idiot, lips parting to scream—but he’s already on you. That gun presses right against your sternum, and his other hand is fisted in your hair, yanking your head back.

“Scream and I shoot.”

Your breath hitches.

You believe him. God help you, you believe every syllable.

“What do you want?” you gasp, your voice breaking under the pressure of a fear that smells like sweat and adrenaline and the faintest twinge of arousal. “I don’t have anything, please—”

“I’m not here for your things.” The voice is low. Rough. Feral. “I’m here for you.”

You shake your head, confused, terror-stricken—but he’s already shoving you, guiding you backward, pushing you toward the hallway that leads to your bedroom. The cold steel of the gun never leaves your chest.

“I have money—” you offer, voice high, trying to stay calm. “I—I can get you cash, or my phone, or—”

“I told you. I’m not here for money.”

Then you’re in your room.

He kicks the door shut behind him with a dull thud that feels like a coffin sealing. Then he steps closer—looming over you, eyes unreadable behind the mask—and shoves you down onto the bed.

You struggle. You can’t help it. You twist and thrash and claw, but his body dwarfs yours. He’s pure muscle and violence, kneeling between your thighs and grabbing your wrists in one massive hand. The gun is pressed to your neck now, cold and unyielding.

“Move again,” he growls, “and I’ll paint your fucking walls with your brains.”

You whimper. Nod.

Then he rips your shirt open.

The sound of fabric tearing is violent, obscene, louder than your ragged breath or the frantic thump of your pulse. Your bra is next—cut in half by a blade you didn’t even see him draw—and your tits bounce free, nipples already hard from fear or the rush of blood, you don’t know.

His hand is at his belt next. Pants dropped. His cock is thick, long, heavy, the kind of weapon your body has no business trying to take.

He doesn’t even undress you fully. Just yanks your shorts and panties down around your ankles, leaving you bare and vulnerable, your cunt wet and twitching in spite of your fear.

“You sick little thing,” he murmurs, dragging the head of his cock along your slit, smearing your wetness. “You’re fucking soaked. Is this turning you on?”

“No,” you breathe, but your body says otherwise.

The next sound you make is a scream—muffled by the gloved hand he shoves into your mouth—when he thrusts into you hard and fast, splitting you open without warning.

It’s brutal. Deep. The air punched from your lungs.

You try to thrash but the weight of him pins you down. The gun’s pressed against your cheek now, kissing your skin like a lover, cold metal dragging through the tears on your face.

“You feel that?” he hisses, voice close to your ear. “You feel that cock splitting your little cunt open? You fucking like this?”

You hate how it feels. You hate how it hurts.

You hate how your cunt grips him like it needs him.

His hips slam forward again, hard, each thrust forcing a whimper from your throat. The way he fucks you is punishing, relentless. He doesn’t care if you cum. He doesn’t care if you bleed. He’s using you like a thing.

And god, it’s disgusting how much of you wants it.

“You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” he grunts, slamming into you. “Just lying here in this pretty little house, hoping someone like me would come ruin you.”

He pulls out suddenly—makes you cry out with the emptiness—and flips you onto your stomach. Then he yanks your hips up, grabs your hair like reins, and fucks back into you even harder, the gun now nestled against the base of your skull.

Your pussy is raw, soaked, stretched around him so tightly you can barely breathe. And still you take it. Still your body sings for it.

“Please,” you sob, not even sure what you’re begging for.

“Please what?”

“Don’t stop.”

A low, dangerous laugh.

Then his pace increases. Your ass is slapping against his hips now, the sound sick and wet and loud, echoing through the room like music from hell. You’re crying and gasping and clawing at the sheets as he ruins you from behind, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other presses the gun harder against your skull.

“I should blow your brains out,” he growls, fucking deeper. “But then I couldn’t keep this sweet little hole for myself.”

You feel the orgasm build before you even realize what it is. It sneaks up on you—hot and mean and wicked—curling your toes and making your legs shake. And when it hits, it wrecks you. Your pussy clamps down around his cock, milking him, screaming his name like you fucking own him.

But you don’t.

He finishes a heartbeat later, deep inside you, cock twitching as he fills you with hot, thick cum. He holds there—still buried in you, panting against your neck—before slowly pulling out.

Your cunt is wrecked, leaking, red and trembling, abused in the most obscene way.

He stands.

Tucks himself back into his pants.

Leaves you there on the bed, ruined and soaked and twitching.

Then, casually, he pulls out a phone. Checks a message. And blinks.

“Oh.”

You watch him from where you’re curled on the bed, barely able to breathe, still shaking.

He glances at you again.

Shrugs.

Wrong house.

[satorucci]

hihi just wanted to say that your writing is really good ! i like 💗

hello dear <3

thank you so much love!! life has been hectic but i’m hoping to get back to writing more soon!! keep yourself safe and healthy nonnie <3

[satorucci]

camboy!gojo drabble

♡ cw: explicit content, cum eating, mutual masturbation, gojoxgeto, gojoxreader, gojo simply being the it boy in the cam world

♡ currently listening to: madeintyo - hunniddolla

♡ author's note: remember kids, this is fiction!!! <3 was just layin in bed thinking of camboy!gojo and what an absolute treat that would be to watch

MDNI

♡ thinking of camboy!gojo and his massive following. he streams every night between 11PM and 3AM for peak viewership (because who isn't horny right around bedtime??).

♡ camboy!gojo, who, despite looking like a greek god every time he shows his body on camera, keeps a blindfold on most of the time because if his viewers were to see his face in all its glory, they just might pass the fuck out.

♡ camboy!gojo, who absolutely gets off on thousands of people watching him fist his cock while speaking into the camera. the ding! sound constantly going off on his stream lets him know he's gained yet another hundred followers as sweat beads on his forehead, his abs flexing as the tension in his stomach coils into a tight ball ready to snap at any moment.

♡ camboy!gojo, who always talks to nice to his lovely viewers.

"wanna ride it?"

"want it on your face or in your cunt? huh, pretty girl?"

"hmm, wanna cum in you so fuckin' bad"

"you gonna cum? look so pretty when you're bouta' cum"

♡ camboy!gojo, who, after cumming all over his abs, keeps rubbing his cock to get the last remnants of cum out of his still-leaky tip, cum running down his hand, hot and messy. when he's decidedly finished, he wipes the cum from his abs and licks it with a devilishly pink tongue, inciting another frenzy of dings as his viewers surely get off to him eating his own cum.

♡ camboy!gojo, who, sometimes, only sometimes, introduces a guest star to his show and lowers his mask. sometimes it's his best friend, equally as beautiful, but the perfect antithesis for gojo's white hair and light eyes. the crowd loves to watch them jack each other off with what seems to be a little more than just professional lust in their eyes. the way gojo and geto play with each other's cocks is the way you'd imagine lovers would, teasing tips and getting on their knees to lick the cum off of one another after they've finished. other times, gojo brings girls onto his streams, maintaining their anonymity by wrapping his blindfold around their eyes, but fucking them into absolute oblivion.

♡ camboy!gojo, who, startling blue eyes in an absolute haze, holds the girls arms behind her back with one hand, the other hand finding purchase in her hair, tugging on it as he fucks her hard from behind. he loves it when he gets the chance to show off just how well he can break someone down, and he's oh-so-good at it.

♡ camboy!gojo, who always leaves his beautiful guest stars in tears as they beg for him to keep fucking them, or beg him to stop because they "can't cum again", but gojo never stops, not unless they use the magic words! and no one ever wants to use the magic words because when would they ever get fucked like this again?

♡ camboy!gojo, who loves that you watch him, loves that you think of him when you fuck your loser real-life partner.

♡ camboy!gojo, who puts on private shows where he hosts his most loyal fans, not knowing that they're possible contenders for being his next guest star. gojo, who gets hard just reading comments about how much of a god he is, and how badly the entire server wants to fuck him.

[satorucci]

hi sweetheart! i was wondering if you would ever write for other animes other than jjk? if not it’s fine too, you write really good 🤍🥺

hello there, my dear nonny!!

YES!!! i do/will write for other anime!! if you take a peek at my about me section linked in my pinned post, i have a few anime listed on there that i will write for (some are not listed because i feel like i don’t know all characters well enough, but would still write for certain characters)! some newer, some older, such as: aot, apothecary diaries, tokyo ghoul, code geass, bleach, etc. if the anime you’re wanting me to write for isn’t explicitly listed just send me an ask and i will let you know if i would write for that anime!!

along with this, i also write for some kpop groups and certain video games (mainly genshin)!!

i hope you’re doing well! looking forward to seeing what you’re interested in requesting!! <3

[satorucci]

new follower , u r so sweet<33 ;(

hello, lovely <333

thank you for following !!! i am always so excited to get to know my followers, and i love when y’all reach out!! how are you? how is life? how is… everything?!?!?

thank you for your encouragement and support!! i hope you’re having a terrific day/night <33 so excited for you to be part of the community !

[satorucci]

Ur dad!toji n stripper!reader fics made me feral im so serious holy MOLEY

hello nonny!!! <3

thank youuuuuu, i was really invested in that series :O i'm hoping to do a different series with toji x reader here soon, but i'm working out the deets, hm...

thank you for your support n' encouragement!!! ily <3

[satorucci]

HIIIWWEEEE!!!!!! I HOPE UR DOING WELL!!! STILL IN LOVE WITH UR WORK BTW!!!!! I LOBE EYUUUU!!!!

-🦢

HIIIIIII!!! MY HONORABLE NONNY, MY LOVE!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH, I GIVE YOU MANY SMOOCHES!!! <3 I LOVE YOU, I HOPE YOU'RE TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF!!!!!!!!

<3333

[satorucci]

ⓘ this user has a severe breeding kink

[satorucci]

stoner!geto drabble

♡ cw: uninformed consent of videoing, drug use, explicit content

♡ currently listening to: doja cat - so high

♡ author's note: remember kids, this is fiction!!! always practice informed consent. just a lil' drabble i had been wanting to write! ily all <3

MDNI

♡ stoner!geto who loves rolling up first thing in the morning as you lie asleep next to him. he loves making sure he has something other than his cock to stuff into your mouth as soon as you wake up <3

♡ stoner!geto who rolls the most perfect joints. he knows you prefer joints in the morning and blunts in the evening, so he always rolls you the prettiest joint, complete with pink rolling papers decorated with cute little hearts around the cone. oh, how you love a man who listens to you.

♡ stoner!geto who lightly shakes you awake, knowing you don't like to sleep too late into the afternoon. you say it gives you a headache, so of course, your sweet, sweet boyfriend takes it upon himself to wake you up before that can happen. all he wants in the world is for you to be happy by his side.

♡ stoner!geto who shotguns the first drag of the joint into your mouth as you blink the sleep out of your bleary eyes. you're unsteady, still waking up, so geto holds your cheeks with his free hand, steadying your face as he blows the smoke into your mouth. you inhale it, the harsh smoke hitting your legs that have hardly had time to adjust to the morning (afternoon) air. the first hit is always the best, as you begin to feel the tingles of euphoria creeping into your body, making its way to your morning-brain and negating any of the negativity of the real world. no anxiety, no pressure, no rampant thoughts. your already-screaming mind is being calmed by the selfless acts of your boyfriend. oh, how you love him.

♡ stoner!geto who, after getting you thoroughly high, already knows what's going to happen. it's his favorite part of the day, aside from your routine night sex that happens post-sesh. geto is already between your legs, lapping at the wetness of your cunt. one of his hands finds purchase on your lower belly, his thumb lazily circling your clit as he eats you out like a man starved. his other hand holds your thigh, keeping your legs open. you think that it's in an effort to prevent you from crushing him between your thighs, but for geto, it's only to touch more of you. he always wants more when it comes to you. even when he's on his knees between your thighs, it's not close enough for him, especially when his high is peaking.

♡ stoner!geto who, on his knees at the edge of the bed, lets go of your thigh only to stroke his cock as he licks stripes up your cunt. you writhe on the bed, your hips bucking up, the feeling of his tongue on your cunt and his nose and thumb against your clit only furthering the feeling of euphoria blossoming in your body. your nerves are on fire, your body is hot but light as air, the ache in your cunt is so pressing you don't know what to do with yourself. as geto continues his ministrations, you whine on the bed, arching your back off the mattress, begging geto to give you more. you need him inside of you so badly.

♡ stoner!geto who is more than eager to oblige your request for more. geto, makes his way to the bed, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you down in one swift motion. he flips you over so that you're on all fours, back arched, and face buried in the mattress. geto presses soft kisses down your spine as he lines his cock up with your entrance, and you anticipate the burn that you guilty admit to yourself that you love. geto asks if you're ready and you nod in response, and your boyfriend wastes no time plunging his cockhead into you before stretching you as his cock sinks into you inch by inch. you have to take a second to catch your breath when he bottoms out inside of you, the feeling of pain replaced by the absolute bliss of being stretched so wide. you take his cock nearly every night, but you don't know if you'll ever get used to it. the weed doesn't help either, it simply addicts you to the feeling of his cock inside of you.

♡ stoner!geto who fucks you, doggy-style, as you reach the peak of your high. the light coming in through the windows is brighter, the sound of geto's moans coming from behind you run straight through to your core, causing your cunt to squeeze around him involuntarily. his hips slap against the fat of your ass, over and over, as one of his hands comes around to the front of your cunt so that he can play with your clit as he fucks up into you. tears prick your eyes as you mumble and ramble about how good he feels. your mind is completely empty, void of anything and everything that isn't suguru's cock fucking the sense out of you. his hand on your thigh holds you in a vice grip, only leaving your skin to slap your ass. praise, affirmation, it all spills from his mouth.

"my good girl."

"you're doing so good."

"i wish you could see how you're sucking me in, babygirl."

"never stop fucking me. i don't know what i'd do without you, love."

it all sounds so good to your ears as he fucks you so hard that your face drags across the mattress, wet from tears of pleasure. you couldn't think even if you wanted to.

♡ stoner!geto who, as he's fucking you, lights up another joint, puffing on it casually as he rams his cock into you over and over. you're fucking spent, fucked out of your mind, just how he likes it. he loves it when you get to this point.

"wanna film?" he asks casually. and you don't have the wherewithal to say anything other than yes. how could you deny a man who fucks you like a god? who places light slaps on your clit, and fucks you to tears. geto's hips slow just a bit as he pulls out his phone, the sound of the camera's recording function loud and resounding through the room. geto's body closes in on you, a hand finds its way to your hair, pulling your head up to face the camera as he continues fucking you, lazier than earlier. "smile for the camera, babygirl." and when you look in the camera, you can see just how fucked-out you are. tears track down your cheeks, your hair is a mess from the way you've been drug across the mattress, your cheeks flushed, and the whites of your eyes red. "open up." geto blows smoke into your mouth and you take it in like his good girl. you don't cough, but your body responds. your cunt clenches around geto, your whines growing louder as your high is reinvigorated. geto's hair falls around you like a waterfall, as his hand moves from your hair, showing your face to the camera, to your throat. the pressure on your neck is light, but cuts your airflow off just enough to send your body into some sort of overdrive, an adrenaline rush.

♡ stoner!geto who films you as you cum around his cock. you can't count how many times he makes you cum. the phone camera continues to record you as you beg for him to keep fucking you, beg him to give you his babies, beg him to brand you as his and only his. geto finally cums, hard and heavy, as he watches your tears stream down your face, overstimulated and desperate for another release. he hangs onto you, his head resting on your spine as he shoots his load inside of you and your cunt spams around him. what a cumslut.

♡ stoner!geto who is always so good at aftercare. he gets you water and snacks. he wipes you off with a towel, asking you if there's anything else you might need. he talks to you about your morning, if there's anything you didn't like (and of course, there wasn't). he rolls you another joint so you stop hitting that fucking pen you bought from the shady vape shop in town. why do you even have it when you have the real deal right next to you? you always tell him it's just for a quick high, and he doesn't argue with you.

♡ stoner!geto who cuddles with you after smoking yet again, but his attention is on his phone. his friends keep texting him.

satoru: no fuckin' fair man. wish my girl was that chill. can't even get her to smoke.

choso: woah. these videos are always my favorite part of the day. hey, suguru, gives us a detailed text on how she feels.

toji: whew, you got a real cumslut, suguru. better hang on to that one.

satoru: yeah, you can't break up with her. my girl's so boring, i have to jack off to videos of yours.

satoru: damn, she's fucked-out. if you were a real friend you'd share her, suguru...

toji: sharing her sounds like a lotta fun, actually...

geto smiles at his phone. he did ask you if you wanted to film. surely, you knew he shared everything with his friends. everything.

[satorucci]

haven't posted in a lil' while but wanted to come on here and scream happy fucking pride month!!! you are deserving (of love, of happiness of kindness, of experiences, of life, of everything good in this world)!!!! <3

[satorucci]

Hey pookie!!! I absolutely ADORE your fics! Thank you for your heroic service to the literary world🫡. Your writing shall command armies m’lady🙇.

I was hoping to request a fxmxf fic. Possibly between Choso, Yuki, and reader where reader is Choso’s younger sister and Yuki is both of their fwb without the pair knowing of the other’s involvement with her until one day Yuki schedules them at the same time and they all fuck.

Thank you for your service Astrid🫡. -anonymynony🫶

hello, nonnie!!!

thank you so much for your support and encouragement, it's actually been so needed lately, so ily pooks <3 how are you??

ADDED TO QUEUE. NO QUESTIONS. I LIKE THIS IDEA- NO, I LOVE THIS IDEA!

i thank thee for thou most wonderful idea, ser pooks. please keep a look out for this post <3

[satorucci]

[satorucci]

dad!toji x stripper!daughter pt.2

♡ cw: incest, manipulation!, corruption, dubcon if you squint, daddy kink, mirror sex, light choking, soft-dom, kinda desperate!toji, dad!toji x stripper!daughter pt.2

♡ currently listening to: fill the void - the weeknd & lily rose depp

whore - in this moment

♡ author’s note: remember kids, this is fictional! as always, do not go into adult establishments or interact with sex workers in this way!! respect sex workers and their places of establishment! link to pt. 1 here!

MDNI

♡ you kept dancing for months after your chance meeting with toji. after the... incident, you spent months working your way up the ladder, some sort of vigor renewed within you. sometimes, if you thought about it too deeply, you thought that you were trying to prove to your father that you could be more than just "some stripper", maybe that you could be worthy of someone he'd want to come by and visit, someone who he could be proud of. you couldn't be that when you were twirling around a dance pole, taking your top off for random men, and giving lap dances to gentlemen with wives. at least, that's what you thought.

♡ toji kept thinking about you. while he refrained from visiting the club for a few months, it wasn't because he was embarrassed to see you, or because he was ashamed of you or himself, for that matter. he decided not to visit because, with the way you'd reacted after your little tryst, he was sure you'd need time to think without seeing his face again. in all honesty, he knew the familial relationship was there, but toji thought of himself as little more than a sperm donor. he'd had his reasons for not taking you in, he'd wanted to keep you safe from the danger he might bring around you, but in all actuality, he had no bond with you. all those times people around him had said, "but it's different when it's your child" had been dead wrong. toji didn't think or feel any differently. he was just an adult trying to keep a child out of harm's way, and it just so happened that the child was his. still, he couldn't help the pang of guilt he felt (that was very quickly washed away) when he thought of you now- splayed out on the bed, his hand around your throat, the whines that barely escaped from your mouth. oh, you were so good. he couldn't help but miss you.

♡ you'd always known the club you worked at was shady. you'd also always known that it was incredibly popular along the Vegas Strip. it wasn't until you began climbing your way up the ladder that you realized why. it was more a brothel than a club for the girls who had achieved a high status. the more in-demand you were, the more "services" you performed. the director of the club wasn't some overtly menacing figure who'd force you into situations you found uncomfortable, but denying certain customers was professional suicide. you learned from your coworkers as they brought you into completely private rooms in the back of the club on the second floor. they often watched the shows with the customers they entertained, cheering on the girls they'd come to love from the second-floor banisters that overlooked the dance floor. these rooms were unlike the ones where you'd performed many lap dances - they were entire rooms, with lavish, ornate doors, included with nice furniture and free bottle service, everything dipped in scarlet and gold accents. smoke billowed throughout the rooms, no matter which one you went to for training. the customers were atypical, often men with some sort of fetish you didn't want to engage with, seeking out a specific girl they'd come to enjoy the company of. you weren't sure this was what you wanted when you'd set your sights on moving up, but the pay you were getting for simply training was already more than what you'd been paid on the dance floor, so you couldn't find it within yourself to argue.

♡ toji kept to himself for months. he didn't bother you, didn't show up to club where you worked. he wondered how you'd react upon seeing him again. he wondered if you were slowly coming to realize what kind of club you were working at. for someone with toji's job, keeping a consistent romantic partner was never the safe option- never the smart option, so he'd often opted to sit and drink with the pretty girls at his favorite club. he wondered, jealously, if you had become some other man's favorite girl. his pretty girl in the lap of some other man, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, giving in to whatever oddities and perversions these men had. ugh, the thought of it made him sick to his stomach. the whole daughter thing, sure, it rested in the back of his mind. sometimes it made it's way to the forefront when toji was feeling especially chivalrous, but in the end, it never swayed his opinion much. the memory of how you felt wrapped around him, cumming on his cock over and over and over again was far too pleasant a memory for him to simply forget and let go of. maybe, just maybe, if he wanted to prove himself as a father figure to you, he could swoop in and save you. save you from the nasty men who were set out to destroy you, to ruin you. toji wouldn't do such a thing, no. no, he'd keep you safe.

♡ by the time you'd finished your training, you were well-versed in what it meant to take in a customer. they were no longer customers, they were guests, as if a part of some exclusive establishment. you had gotten to know a few of them as you were training, some looked at you longingly, just biding their time until they could claim you as one of their own, others looked at you with contempt- totally not their type. no matter what, you'd always put your best foot forward during your training. always wore your best clothes, always spritzed your nicest perfumes, always dolled up your makeup. the first guest you entertained was one you'd met during your training. he was an older gentleman with the aura of a cozy father. you refused to admit that that aura was what had drawn you to him. the idea was too much for you to reconcile in your head at that very moment. true to his initial demeanor, he was docile and kind. he treated you well in the private room he'd bought out for just the two of you. though he wasn't your type visually, you still leaned into his soft caresses, loved the way he brushed your hair from your eyes with a soft thumb. he was kind, and warm, and inviting. you imagined he was everything a father should be, and looking at the band nestled on his ring finger, you found yourself confirming your suspicions. despite your lack of physical attraction, when you found yourself on your knees with his cock in your mouth, you didn't mind it. he praised you, he held your hair back. he was gentle.

♡ toji decides to visit the club nearly a year after his initial encounter with you. he doesn't care about convincing himself that it's not to see you. in fact, he decidedly remarks to himself that it is to visit you. a little brat he's spent yet another year away from. when he reaches the club, it's, per usual, filled with bodies grinding against one another, sick men sitting in the front row, throwing dollar bills at the women dancing in scanty clothing and throwing their tops into the crowd. this time, the woman on the stage isn't you, and toji is immediately annoyed. he pushes through the crowd of sweaty bodies, meandering through the curves and valleys of the club to find the director. he wouldn't say he's close with the man, but they had a history that leaned in toji's favor. when toji finds the man, he's clad in a suit that fits him well, his hair pulled back into a bun with a cigarette in his hand. the grimace that plasters his face is immediate when he sees toji.

"suguru, long time, no see." toji says, a casual grin playing on his face. suguru groans, his cigarette nearly falling to the floor.

"what do you want, fushiguro?" hmph, and here toji thought they were on a first-name basis.

"nothin' much. jus' wanna book a room with a pretty girl." suguru frowns, deep and so unhappy.

"we gotta lot of pretty girls. you got a name?" toji offers up your name, and suguru's eyes go wide before he bursts into laughter. it can barely be heard over the bass of the music in the club. "think you can afford her? she's a good one." toji sucks his teeth, his playful grin gone.

"'course i can afford her." toji's offense at the question is an easy let-on. suguru knows exactly how to push his buttons. "i don't even know why i'm doing business with you. bring me shiu kong. now that's a man who knows how to talk customer service-"

"fushiguro, she's private now. guests only. and she drives a steep price. besides, i don't think she'd like your type. i hear she goes more for the daddy types. ya know, the ones who hold her hair back and tell her how good she is. don't think you fit that bill." and something churns in toji's stomach, making him feel so incredibly sick. suguru notices the change in toji's demeanor and decides to dig even deeper before taking a long drag of his cigarette. "heard she's real good with those guests. she's always getting insane ratings. off-the-charts, actually-"

"jus' get me a fuckin' room with her, geto." suguru is caught off-guard by the way toji seems to be... sulking? he won't meet the eyes of the man in front of him. "got cash, card, check, whatever the fuck you want." and suguru grins.

♡ director geto had shiu kong inform you that there was a change of plans. you'd be receiving a different guest tonight in lieu of your regular - which also meant a bigger paycheck for you. you hoped it wasn't someone with a fetish you weren't into. or that it wasn't some creep whose only hope of getting laid was to pay for it - they were the worst. you sat on the scarlet couch, hands placed gracefully in your lap as you waited for your guest to enter the room. you'd already poured drinks and they sat waiting on the table in front of you on a golden tray. the crystal decanter sat halfway filled with whiskey on the tray. it wasn't your favorite, but you'd come to develop a tolerance for it since it was a favorite of many of your guests. you were adjusting your robe nervously when there was a knock at the door. shiu kong opened the door, the first to enter the room. "your guest has arrived." he made way for the man with broad shoulders, a scar on his lip, raven... raven hair. and you felt a piece of yourself fracture. no, no. i don't have to take him as a guest. i can deny him entrance. director geto wouldn't make me take this man. i can deny him. i can deny him. i can-

"surprised to see me?" toji's words cut through the ramble going on in your head. shiu kong had already left the room and shut the door. no. you wouldn't do this. not again. you had no words to respond to him with besides,

"why are you here?" as coldly as you wanted your words to come out, they came out as little more than a squeak. your gaze zipped around the room, looking for any sort of escape. you knew he wouldn't just let you leave. you knew he'd put up some sort of fight and you'd be sucked right in. you didn't want to admit it, but he held a sort of power over you that had lingered in your mind for the entire year since you'd first encountered him. there was nowhere to go. toji's figure loomed broad and large over you as he made his way to the couch. you scrambled to the other end of it, fixing your gaze on the half-empty decanter.

"wanted to see how my pretty girl was doin', s'all." toji relaxed on the couch, not a single worry showing on his face. he grabbed the glass of whiskey that had been filled for him, before stretching an arm out across the back of the couch. "what? ya scared of me now?" and there was a visceral rage inside of you at the question. scared? why the fuck would you be scared of him? you were angry with him. with the way things were left the last time he saw you. with the way things were left when he left you as a child.

"i'm not touching you. you're disgusting." was your only response. you couldn't muster up the courage for anything else. maybe you were scared of him. maybe you were scared of the way you felt when you looked at him. the feeling wasn't familial at all. your mind blanked when you thought of toji, remembering only the way he filled you up, the way he held your cheeks in place as fucked into you over and over. toji huffed out a laugh.

"who said anythin' about touchin'? i told ya i jus' wanted to come check on ya." he sipped the whiskey while you sat in silence. "you can pay for that service, can't ya? jus' talkin', gettin' to know someone. i feel like you're someone i should know." and you couldn't contain the rage any longer.

"you would've known me had you stuck around when i was a kid." toji rolled his eyes in annoyance, his free hand coming to rest on his temples.

"there it is." was all he said.

"you left. you left mom, you left me. i heard you left your other family, too. you let me become a ward of the state. you let the state take me instead of taking me in. i have been rejected by you for my entire life, toji. my entire life. and now- and now, you're- you're just-" waltzing in and out of my life as you please. you stood from your spot on the couch, tears pricking your eyes. "look at me. look at what i have to do for a living. you did this to me. you and mom! this- this is all i'll ever-" you had to stop yourself, had to shield yourself from his eyes as your tears began to stream down your cheeks. this was all his fault. you'd dreamed of weddings, and finding the perfect person, and being walked down the aisle as a child. now, you were defective. your only claim to fame was that you were an A-tier brothel worker. who'd want you?

♡ toji sets the glass down with a clink against the golden tray, and in seconds he's on you, pulling you into a warm hug. he rests his head atop yours, gentle arms wrapped around you, and warm hands running up and down your back. "i know, pretty girl. i know." you stiffened only for a moment, and then toji's hands were cupping your face, ohsogently. the pads of his thumbs brushed away the tears from your cheeks as he peered into your eyes, and they looked so inviting and warm. the sobs resumed. they wracked your whole body and toji continued to wipe your tears. he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, and pulled you closer. one of his hands found your hair, playing with it, as you shook against him. "'m a shitty dad, always have been." his voice was soft, unlike you'd ever heard it before - unlike you'd ever remembered it being. it was a matter of seconds before your arms were wrapped around him, face buried in his chest as you let out years of anguish over being thrown away. toji shushed you tenderly, stroked your hair, and rubbed your back. "'m here to pick up the pieces, pretty girl." two hands found their way to your cheeks, crooning your neck back so that you were forced to meet his eyes. "wan' me to make it better?" your eyes looked away only for a second. then you nodded. oh, so this is what my pretty girl likes.

♡ toji's mouth was on yours so quickly you didn't have time to process it. it wasn't like the first time, no. no, this time it was gentle and kind, and when his tongue brushed against your lips he was asking for entrance rather than demanding it. and you obliged. his hands were still on your cheeks and he commanded your head in a way that only deepened the kiss. soft bites to your lip, the dancing of your tongues. he only broke away to kiss the tears that remained on your cheeks. "my pretty girl." he whispered. the fear you'd felt when he first walked in the room had completely melted away. you didn't know that toji had the capacity to be like... this. to be so clement and benevolent. he wrapped an arm around your midsection, pulling you close to him, his lips moved to your neck, gently licking and sucking at the skin. you let out a gasp, your hands still wrapped around him, unsure of what to do to this version of toji. it was as if he could sense your hesitation, his free hand finding one of yours and hooking it around his neck. "ya can touch, ya know." so you did. you pressed yourself as close as you could against his broad, solid chest. you could feel the outline of his abs against your body. you pulled him in closer with the arm hooked around his neck, your hand finding its way into his hair. so soft. he leaned deeper into your neck, sucking at the skin in a way that was sure to level hickeys the next day, but you couldn't help throwing your head back in pleasure.

"ah! right there!" you moaned, his mouth finding every sensitive spot it could on your neck. still it wasn't enough. you reached down, pulling at the sheer robe wrapped around your body. you wanted him on you. you felt toji grin on your skin.

"my girl's eager tonight, huh?" his ministrations on your necks ceased as he helped to free you from the robe. he unwrapped the tie delicately, slowly, as you stood in place and watched, face flushed. once it was undone, the robe fell from your shoulders, leaving your breasts exposed to the cold air in the room and your lacy panties on full display. toji stared at you, and it reminded you of the first time you'd encountered him in the club - like a hunter staring down his prey. your arms reached up to cover your chest, but he caught them in the process. "nu-uh, don' hide from me." and then he was on his knees. on his knees in front of you. his hands held your hips, bringing you to him, his mouth pressing soft kisses down the center of your chest, your stomach, stopping at your already-soaked cunt. "whad'ya want from me, pretty girl?" he gazed up at you, waiting for your response. his eyes were glimmering, something dark hidden behind their beauty. you couldn't tell him. you couldn't tell him just how badly you wanted him to go down on you. you couldn't tell him how you'd fucked yourself to the memory of his mouth on you. when you said nothing, toji gave a light slap to the fat of your ass. "tell me or i can't help you." help me. he wants to help me.

"i-i wan'... wan' you to go down on me." he grins up at you, the hand that had slapped your ass, now kneading the stinging fat gently.

"that's my girl."

♡ toji, still kneeling on the floor, still with your panties on, hooks a your leg over his shoulder and begins licking at your wetness. you yelp, the sensation sudden and warm, but not overly intense as your underwear create a barrier between his tongue and your clit. still, it's enough to have you wobbling. you reach down, placing a hand on his free shoulder for stability as he continues to lap at you. his tongue drags across your panties, licking stripes up your cunt, his mouth sucking at your clit with desperation. you gasp, "fuck, toji!" one of his hands holds onto the thigh hooked over his shoulder and the other rests on your other thigh, helping to further stabilize you.

"god, you taste so good." he continues to lap at you, your hips bucking into his face as he continues eating you out through your panties. the hand resting on your standing leg finds its way to your clit, thumbing at it, causing you to hunch over his head, both your hands reaching up to grasp at his hair. he hums his approval at the sensation of you grabbing desperately at his hair. his grip on you only tightens as you continue moaning, whining at the sensation of his tongue fucking you through your underwear. you can't help but hump his face, wanting him deeper, wanting more contact with him. you can feel his fingers digging into your skin as your hands tighten in his hair.

and then you're in the air. toji, standing from his spot on the floor, scoops you into his arms, your legs thrown over either of his arms, before he sets you gently on the couch, spreading your legs wide open for him as he does so. he lifts your hips, pulling the thin fabric of your panties down your legs, and shifting you so that you're on the edge of the couch. "now that those are out of the way." and the sensation of his tongue making direct contact with your clit has your toes curling. he gives you no time to recuperate from the position change, he's eating you out like a man possessed. both of your legs are thrown over his broad shoulders, holding you wide open for him as he continues his assault on your cunt. you can feel the orgasm building, quickly. your hands find purchase in his hair, guiding him to the spots you want his mouth, and he sucks on your clit mercilessly as two of his fingers find their way inside of you. you buck your hips into him at the pleasant sensation.

"ah-ah, toji, please, please!" you're begging him for release. you're begging him as he's the one on his knees for you. and he looks so good on his knees. his fingers scissor you, fuck into you, curve inside of you, finding your g-spot.

"please what? use your words. be a good girl." you gasp as his fingers continue to fuck in and out of you as his tongue finds your clit.

"p-please, please let me cum!" toji's mouth leaves your clit, leaving your release fading away with a groan.

"gotta do better than that. i know my girl can do better." he litters you inner thighs with kisses, awaiting your response.

"toji, please let me cum! please make me cum! wanna cum all over your face, please!"

"that's my pretty girl." when toji's mouth finds you clit again, you're cumming in seconds. his fingers and tongue work together meticulously and masterfully as they bring you to an intense orgasm. your thighs shake and press together as much as they can around toji's head. your cunt is spasming so much you don't know if it'll ever stop. you don't want it to ever stop.

♡ toji's mouth finds yours as you ride out your orgasm, kissing you into oblivion as you taste yourself on his tongue. your mouth can barely function as the waves of euphoria overtake you. he just loves seeing you like this. loves seeing his pretty, pretty girl looking like a fucked-out slut. he presses kisses to your jaw, your cheeks, your breasts. "don' give out on me now, baby girl." you watch through half-lidded eyes as toji takes his shirt off and throws it haphazardly on the floor. next are his pants, which he quickly strips off. you can't help but stare at his form, so perfect and muscular. you bet he's deadly in a fight. he leans down, face-to-face with you, hands running up and down your thighs. his mouth is at your ear. "d'ya trust me?" in this moment, you do. in this moment, you trust him to fuck you like you need to be fucked, so you gasp out a small "yes", as one of his hands roams from your thigh to your overstimulated clit. you're shivering, as he plays with your clit for a moment. "okay, flip over for me, hold onto the back of the couch." and you do, lazily, as you try to work up the energy, but toji helps you in the wake of your orgasm. he grips your hips, helping flip you over. and you're met with a mirror. how could you forget about the mirror here? maybe because you always tried to avoid it when you brought guests into your private room. you never wanted to see yourself enjoying the pleasure you were receiving, or the pain.

"t-toji, i don't-" toji is behind you, his hard cock pressed against your asscheeks. he leans down, his chest looming over your back as he presses kisses to the back of your neck, down your spine.

"wan' me to take care of you?" he asks, still pressing kisses to your spine. you shiver, moan. yes. he brushes your hair out of the way, littering your shoulder with tender kisses. "wan' you to watch how daddy takes care of you." he sucks on your neck, and you melt away.

"yes, daddy. take care of me, please." you can feel him grin on your skin right before he slips his cock inside of you. you're pushed further into the back of the couch, letting out a yelp as he presses into you. it's not harsh, his cock is just massive. just like you remember it. you hang your head as you try to mentally fortify yourself to take the girth of him, but one of his hands finds the front of your neck, craning it to look into the mirror. there's toji, one hand on your hip, the other on your neck, as he leans back, steadily bottoming out inside of you. you can't think of anything other than the image in front of you as toji bottoms out completely. he leans down, once again, pressing kisses to your cheek.

"look at how pretty you are, baby girl." and you can't deny how pretty you look. flushed skin, hands gripping the back of the couch as toji's hand cradles your neck. "you ready?" he asks.

"yes, please." you whimper. toji wastes no time in pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into you. the force of it throws you into the couch, and you try your best to steady yourself. he thrusts in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping and your whines filling the room as his grip on your neck only tightens. you watch in the mirror as toji fucks into you. his head dips down, right next to your cheek as he continues fucking you, pressing kisses to your cheek. his breath is harsh, raspy, as his other hand reaches down to play with your clit, your hips bucking back against him in response. his thrusts only grow faster in response.

"that's my girl. that's my good fucking girl." one of your hands reaches up to grip his own hand on your neck. his grip isn't tight, you just want to feel as much of him as you can.

"yes! god, yes, please! please don't stop fucking me!" you chant it over and over as if toji is some sort of god. the way his thumb circles your clit paired with his violent thrusts brings you over the edge once again, and he doesn't stop. doesn't give you a moment to catch your breath. the hand that was on your neck finds your hair, gently pulling on it so that you have the best view possible of him fucking into you as your cunt spasms around him. he bites down on your shoulder, his hand never leaving your clit and you're breathless. "p-please, i-i can't-"

"ya can. you're my girl, after all." toji's voice is breathless, as well. you look at him in the mirror, his face flushed as he looks down at your hole, swallowing all of him. "my-my pretty girl. worth so much more than-than this place." he grunts out between thrusts. his hand, your clit, the way your hole is still spasming, it's too much. you're cumming on his cock again, this time, squirting and shaking as toji slams into you over and over. "and she's a fuckin' squirter! you're a fuckin' goddess, baby girl. never wan' any man near you, ever again." with every glimpse you get of yourself in the mirror, you're becoming more and more fucked-out. mascara running down your cheeks, lipstick spread all across your mouth. "lemme take care of you, yeah?" you can barely process what he's saying at this point. "let daddy take care of you, yeah? m' sorry for everything. i'll treat you so, so good."

"y-yes, please, daddy. wan' you to take care of me. o-only you!" you can't see toji's grin in the mirror, but you can feel the way his cock twitches, he's close.

"mhm, that's my good girl. you're doing so good. jus' a little l-longer." toji's cock rams into you over and over, your cunt spent and aching at the stimulation he's giving you. god, he's so good. it truly doesn't take much longer for him to reach his climax. the hand holding your hip wraps around your midsection and toji cradles you, his cheat thrown over your back, as he finishes inside of you. he groans, raspy and desperate for release. you know that sound, you've heard it plenty of times from your own voice during the year absence away from him. toji holds you, breathlessly as he rides out his orgasm, hot cum running down your leg as you can barely stabilize yourself on the back of the couch.

♡ toji becomes a regular. no one knows of your relationship with him. even the two of you don't discuss it. but, each time he shows up, he brings you something sweet. flowers, chocolates, anything to show you that he cares for you. you have no idea that geto and shiu kong feed him information. tell him what you like and what you hate. you have no idea that toji, when tired of playing the role of "doting guest", fucks your coworker into oblivion, and she doesn't tell you because she'd never want to lose dick that good. you don't know that toji has become friends with one of your regulars, asks him what you like to hear when you're being fucked like a slut. toji becomes a regular, but in his eyes, you remain a stranger. you don't pick up on the fact that he never asks about you directly. doesn't care about your interests or hobbies. he thinks you might be the best fuck of his life, and beyond that, he shows little interest. to you, he cares. to you, you're special to him. to him, you're simply a stranger, and he wonders how long it'll take you to realize that.

[satorucci]

Toji with his daughter? And a huge breeding kink

dad toji <3

♡ cw: incest, stripper reader x dad toji, breeding, possessiveness, manipulation, slight dumbification, slight hunter x prey dynamics/references, not proofread bc it's 1am :(((

currently listening to: your girl - lana del rey

nonnie note: thank you for this ask, nonnie! sorry it's so long! i love toji, so i went overboard :') i hope this satisfies your needs, i know it is a bit more on the ambiguous side for reader, but i wanted to do something a little playful <3 either way, i hope you enjoy mwah

author's note: remember kids, this is fiction! do not treat real-life adult entertainers like this, n' abide by what makes them comfortable!

MDNI

♡ dad toji, who you've never had the best relationship with - well, actually, who you've never had much of a relationship with. after he walked out on your mom, her downward spiral happened rather quickly. your childhood memories were filled with images of a woman in constant mourning, kneeling on the floor, head smashed into the duvet of her bed as she cried. spilled and empty liquor bottles littering your home. you wondered what could have possibly been so good about that man, your father. he'd walked out on her for another woman - one he claimed had changed him. you were so young when it happened, you didn't know what any of it meant. all you knew was that suddenly, you had been left alone with your mother who quickly turned into a drunken mess.

♡ dad toji, who hasd no contact with you after the age of five. sometimes you thought of him - tried to remember the face of the tall, muscular man who'd abandoned you and left you with a sorry excuse for a mother. sometimes your mother would mention that you resembled him, usually during her drunkest moments, when she wanted nothing more than for you to disappear from her sight. and in these moments, you hurriedly made yourself scarce, scrambling to your room or the basement where you would avoid each and every mirror you passed. if you resembled that man in the slightest, you didn't want to know. you found yourself trying to actively forget even the most minor of details about him - his raven hair and that scar on his lip.

♡ dad toji, who has little to no idea about who you are when you become a ward of the state at age 16. social services had tried reaching out to him multiple times, exhaustingly telling him over and over "mr. fushiguro, you do have a daughter. we're trying to find housing for her. wouldn't it be better that she be raised in a home with one of her biological parents?" to which he always responded, "nope, don't got a kid that age. at least, not one i remember. if she's really my kid, then i'm sure she'll make herself a way in life."

♡ dad toji, who, in reality, wanted nothing more than to move you into his house. but he was nowhere near being a fit parent. whatever your mother had done to get you removed from the home was sure to be less traumatic than living in toji's one-bedroom flat which was devoid of life. he had two children, neither of which he'd seen in a decade. contrary to popular belief, it wasn't because he didn't want to see them - it was to keep them away from him. from his lifestyle, his job, his lack of parental devotion. toji, who was scarred, physically and mentally, from years of earning less-than-clean money, didn't want to be hindered by a kid, nor did he want to bear the burden of fucking one of his kids up, though it seemed the girl's mother had done of fine job of that, anyways.

♡ dad toji, who sometimes wonders what you're up to two years after social services kept blowing his fucking phone up. no one ever called him about his son, so he figured he was doing just fine in the adoptive home he'd grown up in. the guy who'd adopted him, though despised by toji, seemed like a decent parental figure. the girl on the other hand, toji wondered about. you would be 18 by now, and he'd received no phone calls about you being in a prison or some shit, so he figured you had made your own way. he didn't remember your exact birthday, but he thought it'd passed some months ago, if the timeline he remembered was to be trusted. "ah, fuck it. why the fuck do i care?"

♡ dad toji, who had no clue that you'd aged out of the system when you turned 18, never finding a family that wanted such a "damaged" teen. by 18, you'd tried all there was to try. alcohol, drugs, sex, money. you'd clawed a path for yourself in this world without the help of your mother or your father, and you'd continue to do so. as soon as you hit 18, you found yourself dressed skimpily, twirling around a pole in a dirty club at a stripping audition. so long as you had a body, you had access to money, and you'd drain the pockets of anyone dry so long as it got you what you needed in life. you didn't have the luxury of affording wants, but maybe this could be a new beginning for you.

♡ dad toji, who doesn't know that his sweet little girl has become one of the most requested dancers at one of the hottest strip clubs in Vegas. the nightlife is dangerous, and you tiptoe a fine line with every customer you grant an audience. the customers you serve range far and wide - most are bald or graying old men, hoping for a secret reprieve from their wives, some are incredibly attractive men, too young to hold the wealth they do - and they throw it at you in droves as you take your top off, revealing perky tits, and gyrating your hips on their laps, "accidentally" grinding your cunt against their hard cocks. "anything for the money" is what you tell yourself.

♡ dad toji, who finds himself on a rare night out in the Vegas strip. for once, he's not here on official business, just hoping for a casual drink and maybe some action from one of those pretty, pretty girls who work at his favorite strip club. he hasn't been in two years and he's oh-so-curious to see what new stock they have. when he enters the club, it's packed from wall-to-wall with (mostly) men, eyes glued on the stage in front of them. even those in the very back are doing all they can to get a close-up of the beauty on the stage. from where toji is in the crowd, he can already tell she's not one of the usuals from a couple years ago, oh no, this one is new, and she's lively. she looks like fun. twirling around the pole, skimpy pink and white lace on display as her tits are nearly popping out of her tiny top. everytime she squats, the crowd gets a view of the tightness of her cunt against pink lace. toji can almost make out her clit in the getup, and he can think of no one else he'd rather drag back to his flat and fuck the sense out of. he imagines this one looks really good when she's fucked dumb.

♡ dad toji, who doesn't realize his daughter is the one gyrating on the stage when he walks in. toji, who doesn't realize that when he walks up to the owner of the club and requests "the new one in pink", that he's referring to his own daughter. toji, who, for the first time in a long time is thrumming with excitement as he waits in the private room for his woman of the night to come in and grind against his already-hard cock. when you walk in, he can't help but tilt his head back and smirk. yeah, you're just as pretty up close as you were from the back of the club.

♡ dad toji, who stops you before you get right to business. "woah, woah, pretty girl. slow down a bit. i like to get to know someone first. i'm a bit of an old man, so i can't keep up with a quick pace right off the bat." you let out a customary giggle, but he's attuned to notice the bit of annoyance that flashes behind your eyes. oh, you'll be fun. this time, when you start, you start slowly, circling the table in the center of the private room with intentionality, locking eyes with the man splayed across the curved loveseat. his stare causes a bit of intimidation to bloom in your gut. he's so intense, watching your every movement, examining you as if you were something of value and he was determining exactly what that value was - almost as if you were something to hunt. you'd seen those eyes only a few times before in the club, but these kinds of men weren't the type to request private dances, they were the type to hide behind the dumpsters outside of the dressing rooms, waiting to ambush dancers and ask them for their number or something more. this one - this one was bold. and undeniably attractive.

♡ dad toji, who notices the slight flush of your face as you struggle to maintain eye contact with him. he can't help the grin that spreads across his face as he readjust on the loveseat, making his hard-on more noticeable. for your entertainment, of course. you move in slow circles, using the table as a prop that you dance around, eventually stepping up on it, and dancing on it. there's a small pole that protrudes from the table, and you use it to do small spins and swings, nothing too elaborate, as they're not as sturdy as the ones on the stages. his eyes never leave you, they never wander listlessly from one part of your body to the next, they always wander with purpose. surveying each and every part of you. the sparkle in his dark eyes isn't lost on you every time you lift your leg in the air, giving him a peek of your cunt straining against the fabric of your panties. you hope he can't see the wetness.

♡ dad toji, who is thrilled when you finally step down from the table and the real show begins. your hands lightly creep up his thighs, touch as light as a feather, before you turn your back to him, giving him a first-class view of your hips and ass as you grind into him. you're delicate, unlike how you were on the stage. there, you were electric, but in this small room, one-on-one with a dangerously attractive man twice your age, you move with caution. toji wants more. he wants what he saw on the stage. as you grind into his lap carefully, cutely, his hands come up to roughly grip your thighs. you let out a gasp and quickly turn around. "there's a not touch policy-" toji cuts you off with a firm squeeze, and his thumbs rubs gentle circles into the fat of your thighs as you look down at him. his eyes meet yours, dark and sinister, but gazing up at you as if pleading with you. "you can't tell me you don't like it, darlin'. tell me you don't and i won't touch you again, but i promise i can make this worth your time, too." his hands travel up your thighs, finding their place on your lovehandles, kneading them lovingly. "n' i'm a really good tipper." you gulp down a protest and simply nod your head.

♡ dad toji, who, as you face him, and lower yourself onto his clothed cock, finds his hands roaming across your body. you're oh so delicate. so easy to maneuver, to sway. he wonders what in your life has led to you being so malleable. maybe a shitty boyfriend or an absent father. he chuckles to himself at the irony. what if his own daughter is out doing this shit because she had no daddy growing up? oh well, not his problem. not at this very moment. toji's hands guide your hips as you grind down on him, forcing a harder grind, more pressure on his aching cock. he can feel the outline of your cunt's lips against him and he wants so much more from you. his hand reaches for the flimsy string in the back that holds your top together, pulling it and watching as your tits come into view right in front of him. the music in the background is causing the room to vibrate slightly, the dim lighting in the room adding to the ambiance of sinister pleasure that's about to take place.

♡ dad toji, who forgets that he's in a professional establishment as he takes one of your perky nipples into his mouth and you gasp, a small hand finding its way into his hair and gripping harshly. "ah! t-too much-" he releases your nipple with a "pop!" and stares up at you. "wan' me to stop? i was just about to show you what a good patron i can be", and again, you give in. you let him do as you please, because you can't deny the throbbing in your own cunt. you don't know what all he's about to do to you, but you know that you've only ever slept with one customer, telling yourself you wouldn't make it a habit, but you think you might be about to break that rule.

♡ dad toji, who sucks on your nipples harshly while you grind against him. the dance has ceased and left only desperation in its wake. you're desperate to get off, and you can feel his hard cock beneath you. his hands guide your hips back and forth, back and forth, at a fast pace, your clit catching on his cock with each swipe and you feel as though you can barely catch your breath. toji, who reaches a hand up into your hair, tugging it harshly causing you to let out a breathy whine, and buck his hips up into your cunt repeatedly. his mouth only leaves your tits to leave small kisses along your chest, your neck, you jaw. you want more. you have to have more, but it can't be here. before you can pop the question, toji is, once again, staring at you with those onyx eyes. "wanna get outta here? my place is only a few minutes away." you know it isn't smart to say yes, but you want the raven-haired man in your lap to fuck you into another plane. so you nod.

♡ dad toji, who handles you with no mercy the moment the two of you cross the threshold of his door. his hands are all over you, your face, your neck, your back, pressing your body firmly against his own. he quickly discards the jacket around your shoulders - you'd been so turned on when leaving the club early that you didn't even change. you simply threw on a jacket that would cover your skimpy clothes as you left, struggling to keep up with toji in your high heels. your back hits the wall harshly as he's forcing his tongue into your mouth. you lean into the messy kiss, nipples hardening from the kiss and the cold air of his flat. he hikes your leg up, pressing his cock against your cunt, grinding lewdly. "so wet, you're soaking my clothes, too, darlin'" he whispers into your ear. you try to shy away from him, as if the comment had embarrassed you, but toji uses his free hand to grasp your cheeks, making you face him. "keep your eyes on me". his voice is a low, dangerous growl, and you comply.

♡ dad toji, who nearly drags you to his bedroom. you take note of how empty his living space is. there are no pictures, no decorations. it looks as if someone has just moved in, but you don't have time to make any deductions about this before you're being thrown on the bed. toji is on top of you in seconds, handing tracing up your arms, spreading them flat against the bed, and locking hands with you as he continues to kiss you into oblivion. you unconsciously rub your legs together, begging for some sort of relief, and toji laughs breathlessly when he notices. "my pretty girl wants more, hm?" and you nod. "use your words, then. tell me what you want." you look at him in disbelief. you'd been with dominant men before, but they didn't play with their food before devouring it. "tell me, or you'll get nothin'", and you can tell he's dead serious. you muster up your courage to tell him, "i want you..." he cocks his head and grins before leaning close to your ear. "want me to what? finger you? eat you? fuck you? what'd ya want from me? wanna hear you tell me." all of the above. you want him to do all of the above, but you don't think that's the response he wants. "i want you to use me". and that's all it takes for toji's self-control to snap.

♡ dad toji, who's making you hold your knees up as he lap at your soaking cunt, pink panties long gone. his tongue dips in and out of you at a rapid pace as the sound of squelching and your whines fill the room. the whines turn into loan, exasperated moans when two thick fingers find their place knuckle-deep inside of you as his mouth never leaves your clit. you don't know how long you can keep holding up your legs as they're already beginning to shake. toji cocks his head, angling his fingers even deeper and brushing against that sweet, sweet spot inside of you as he continues to lick your clit. pressing a flat tongue against it, using the tip of his tongue to tease you, sucking your clit into his mouth, as his fingers absolutely abuse your insides. you've never met a man like this. when he brings you to your first orgasm, it's so intense, you're not sure you'll be able to continue, but before you can even catch your breath, toji is rising from the spot on the bed where he was kneeling, wiping mouth and licking his fingers, before reaching for the waistband of his pants.

♡ dad toji, whose cock is the biggest you've ever seen. veins protrude, full of blood and arousal as his cock twitches in his hand. "what? ya scared?" you take a deep breath and shake your head, trying to convey some sort of confidence in your response. toji just laughs. "well, then, if you're not scared, then you're gonna be a good girl and take daddy's cock like a champ, right?" daddy? yes. yes, you'll be a good girl for daddy, so long as it's toji. "yes, daddy. i'll be so good". and toji thinks he might be enamoured by you. his hands find purchase on either side of your head, caging you in with no escape. he's so big, looming over you as he leans down to kiss your forehead. it's the kindest thing he's done all night, the only gentleness he's shown you.

♡ dad toji, who guides his cock inside you with little mercy. you find yourself holding your breath as the stretch burns your insides. "breathe" he commands, and you do, in small spurts. his hands find your knees, spreading them further apart for easier entrance. toji grunts. "damn darlin', you're tight. thought i'd worked you open." you try your best to focus on breathing as his cock splits you wide open, and by the time he bottoms out, you're sweating. your hands find his arms, holding onto them for some sort of support as you catch a big breath. he begins to pull out, and then slams his cock back in. in an instant the breath you'd collected is gone. toji begins at a breakneck pace, his cock bullying your cervix with each thrust. you can't help the near-screams that fall from your lips, and toji devours each one, grinning down at you as your grip on his arms get ever-tighter. your cunt grips him like a vice as his pumps in and out of you, over and over, listening to your coos and cries with so much pleasure.

♡ dad toji, who frees one of his arms from your grasp, to find your clit. he rubs small circles around it as he continues thrusting into you like he'll never get the chance to fuck a cunt like this again. your cries turn slowly turn into mindless whines, "please, please, keep going, keep going!" and toji obliges. he leans down, biting down on your neck, imagining what you'd look like pregnant and full with another one of his kids. if it were you, he thinks he just might stick around. you're so perfect. "good, huh, pretty baby? wan' me to keep fuckin' you good?" you nod furiously, nails digging into his arm. he leans down, biting down on your ear and you let out a cry. "wanna stay with me, have my kids?" for a moment, you're caught off guard, but the rhythm of his cock and the way he's stimulating your clit proves to be too much for you to think straight. "yes!" you scream. "yes, give me your kids, please! fill me up, make me yours!", and again, toji obliges you.

♡ dad toji, who was wrung three orgasms from you before he has his first. "wan' me to cum inside you, darlin'? wanna be daddy's girl forever? wanna be a mommy? raise all my kids, hm?" you nod over and over, begging him, "please make me a mommy!" toji's pace quickens as he begins to near his high. he can imagine you now, stuck in his house, round and pregnant with his kids, the whole world knowing that you're his and his alone. the thought alone is enough to make him cum, but the way your cunt is gripping him like a prayer has him going over the edge. "okay, baby, i hear you loud and clear. don't let a single drop go to waste." and you respond with a series of "yes daddy's" as toji cums harshly, fucking his seed even deeper into you. he keeps his cock in you, as your cunt pulses and spasms around him, cumming again. his pretty little stripper. hopefully, his pretty little wife, one day. who says you can't turn a whore into a housewife? toji's sure he can. if it's you, he can. toji, who slowly drags his cock out of you, only to replace it with his fingers. pushing his cum deeper yet into you, and placing a kiss on your lips.

♡ dad toji, who, surprisingly takes good care of you after fucking your brains out. he brings you water, snacks, a towel, but he doesn't let you wipe the cum from yourself, not yet. "we're guaranteed a baby if you keep it in a little longer", and you roll your eyes as he chuckles. "didn't know they had girls like you at that club." he says. you mumble back to him, "didn't know they had patrons like you, either. speaking of, where's my tip?" toji stares blankly at you before laughing. "was the tip you got not good enough, darlin'?" oh, it definitely was, but you still want your money. as he laughs, you notice a scar on his lips. one you haven't noticed all night long. it reminds you shockingly of your father. the one who walked out on you, the one you haven't seen in over a decade. "grab my wallet. it's on the nightstand beside you. just take what you want." you lift your eyebrows in surprise at him, and he shrugs. "you earned it." you don't argue with him, taking the wallet and opening it up.

♡ dad toji, who stares at you confused as you look at the wallet in horror and disbelief. "the hells wrong with you-" he begins, but before he can finish, he's cut off by you holding up the wallet, showing him the sole picture he'd ever had of his daughter. the one he kept with him always, the sole reminder that she was real and somewhere out there. "why do you have a picture of me?"

[satorucci]

dad!toji x stripper!daughter pt.2

♡ cw: incest, manipulation!, corruption, dubcon if you squint, daddy kink, mirror sex, light choking, soft-dom, kinda desperate!toji, dad!toji x stripper!daughter pt.2

♡ currently listening to: fill the void - the weeknd & lily rose depp

whore - in this moment

♡ author’s note: remember kids, this is fictional! as always, do not go into adult establishments or interact with sex workers in this way!! respect sex workers and their places of establishment! link to pt. 1 here!

MDNI

♡ you kept dancing for months after your chance meeting with toji. after the... incident, you spent months working your way up the ladder, some sort of vigor renewed within you. sometimes, if you thought about it too deeply, you thought that you were trying to prove to your father that you could be more than just "some stripper", maybe that you could be worthy of someone he'd want to come by and visit, someone who he could be proud of. you couldn't be that when you were twirling around a dance pole, taking your top off for random men, and giving lap dances to gentlemen with wives. at least, that's what you thought.

♡ toji kept thinking about you. while he refrained from visiting the club for a few months, it wasn't because he was embarrassed to see you, or because he was ashamed of you or himself, for that matter. he decided not to visit because, with the way you'd reacted after your little tryst, he was sure you'd need time to think without seeing his face again. in all honesty, he knew the familial relationship was there, but toji thought of himself as little more than a sperm donor. he'd had his reasons for not taking you in, he'd wanted to keep you safe from the danger he might bring around you, but in all actuality, he had no bond with you. all those times people around him had said, "but it's different when it's your child" had been dead wrong. toji didn't think or feel any differently. he was just an adult trying to keep a child out of harm's way, and it just so happened that the child was his. still, he couldn't help the pang of guilt he felt (that was very quickly washed away) when he thought of you now- splayed out on the bed, his hand around your throat, the whines that barely escaped from your mouth. oh, you were so good. he couldn't help but miss you.

♡ you'd always known the club you worked at was shady. you'd also always known that it was incredibly popular along the Vegas Strip. it wasn't until you began climbing your way up the ladder that you realized why. it was more a brothel than a club for the girls who had achieved a high status. the more in-demand you were, the more "services" you performed. the director of the club wasn't some overtly menacing figure who'd force you into situations you found uncomfortable, but denying certain customers was professional suicide. you learned from your coworkers as they brought you into completely private rooms in the back of the club on the second floor. they often watched the shows with the customers they entertained, cheering on the girls they'd come to love from the second-floor banisters that overlooked the dance floor. these rooms were unlike the ones where you'd performed many lap dances - they were entire rooms, with lavish, ornate doors, included with nice furniture and free bottle service, everything dipped in scarlet and gold accents. smoke billowed throughout the rooms, no matter which one you went to for training. the customers were atypical, often men with some sort of fetish you didn't want to engage with, seeking out a specific girl they'd come to enjoy the company of. you weren't sure this was what you wanted when you'd set your sights on moving up, but the pay you were getting for simply training was already more than what you'd been paid on the dance floor, so you couldn't find it within yourself to argue.

♡ toji kept to himself for months. he didn't bother you, didn't show up to club where you worked. he wondered how you'd react upon seeing him again. he wondered if you were slowly coming to realize what kind of club you were working at. for someone with toji's job, keeping a consistent romantic partner was never the safe option- never the smart option, so he'd often opted to sit and drink with the pretty girls at his favorite club. he wondered, jealously, if you had become some other man's favorite girl. his pretty girl in the lap of some other man, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, giving in to whatever oddities and perversions these men had. ugh, the thought of it made him sick to his stomach. the whole daughter thing, sure, it rested in the back of his mind. sometimes it made it's way to the forefront when toji was feeling especially chivalrous, but in the end, it never swayed his opinion much. the memory of how you felt wrapped around him, cumming on his cock over and over and over again was far too pleasant a memory for him to simply forget and let go of. maybe, just maybe, if he wanted to prove himself as a father figure to you, he could swoop in and save you. save you from the nasty men who were set out to destroy you, to ruin you. toji wouldn't do such a thing, no. no, he'd keep you safe.

♡ by the time you'd finished your training, you were well-versed in what it meant to take in a customer. they were no longer customers, they were guests, as if a part of some exclusive establishment. you had gotten to know a few of them as you were training, some looked at you longingly, just biding their time until they could claim you as one of their own, others looked at you with contempt- totally not their type. no matter what, you'd always put your best foot forward during your training. always wore your best clothes, always spritzed your nicest perfumes, always dolled up your makeup. the first guest you entertained was one you'd met during your training. he was an older gentleman with the aura of a cozy father. you refused to admit that that aura was what had drawn you to him. the idea was too much for you to reconcile in your head at that very moment. true to his initial demeanor, he was docile and kind. he treated you well in the private room he'd bought out for just the two of you. though he wasn't your type visually, you still leaned into his soft caresses, loved the way he brushed your hair from your eyes with a soft thumb. he was kind, and warm, and inviting. you imagined he was everything a father should be, and looking at the band nestled on his ring finger, you found yourself confirming your suspicions. despite your lack of physical attraction, when you found yourself on your knees with his cock in your mouth, you didn't mind it. he praised you, he held your hair back. he was gentle.

♡ toji decides to visit the club nearly a year after his initial encounter with you. he doesn't care about convincing himself that it's not to see you. in fact, he decidedly remarks to himself that it is to visit you. a little brat he's spent yet another year away from. when he reaches the club, it's, per usual, filled with bodies grinding against one another, sick men sitting in the front row, throwing dollar bills at the women dancing in scanty clothing and throwing their tops into the crowd. this time, the woman on the stage isn't you, and toji is immediately annoyed. he pushes through the crowd of sweaty bodies, meandering through the curves and valleys of the club to find the director. he wouldn't say he's close with the man, but they had a history that leaned in toji's favor. when toji finds the man, he's clad in a suit that fits him well, his hair pulled back into a bun with a cigarette in his hand. the grimace that plasters his face is immediate when he sees toji.

"suguru, long time, no see." toji says, a casual grin playing on his face. suguru groans, his cigarette nearly falling to the floor.

"what do you want, fushiguro?" hmph, and here toji thought they were on a first-name basis.

"nothin' much. jus' wanna book a room with a pretty girl." suguru frowns, deep and so unhappy.

"we gotta lot of pretty girls. you got a name?" toji offers up your name, and suguru's eyes go wide before he bursts into laughter. it can barely be heard over the bass of the music in the club. "think you can afford her? she's a good one." toji sucks his teeth, his playful grin gone.

"'course i can afford her." toji's offense at the question is an easy let-on. suguru knows exactly how to push his buttons. "i don't even know why i'm doing business with you. bring me shiu kong. now that's a man who knows how to talk customer service-"

"fushiguro, she's private now. guests only. and she drives a steep price. besides, i don't think she'd like your type. i hear she goes more for the daddy types. ya know, the ones who hold her hair back and tell her how good she is. don't think you fit that bill." and something churns in toji's stomach, making him feel so incredibly sick. suguru notices the change in toji's demeanor and decides to dig even deeper before taking a long drag of his cigarette. "heard she's real good with those guests. she's always getting insane ratings. off-the-charts, actually-"

"jus' get me a fuckin' room with her, geto." suguru is caught off-guard by the way toji seems to be... sulking? he won't meet the eyes of the man in front of him. "got cash, card, check, whatever the fuck you want." and suguru grins.

♡ director geto had shiu kong inform you that there was a change of plans. you'd be receiving a different guest tonight in lieu of your regular - which also meant a bigger paycheck for you. you hoped it wasn't someone with a fetish you weren't into. or that it wasn't some creep whose only hope of getting laid was to pay for it - they were the worst. you sat on the scarlet couch, hands placed gracefully in your lap as you waited for your guest to enter the room. you'd already poured drinks and they sat waiting on the table in front of you on a golden tray. the crystal decanter sat halfway filled with whiskey on the tray. it wasn't your favorite, but you'd come to develop a tolerance for it since it was a favorite of many of your guests. you were adjusting your robe nervously when there was a knock at the door. shiu kong opened the door, the first to enter the room. "your guest has arrived." he made way for the man with broad shoulders, a scar on his lip, raven... raven hair. and you felt a piece of yourself fracture. no, no. i don't have to take him as a guest. i can deny him entrance. director geto wouldn't make me take this man. i can deny him. i can deny him. i can-

"surprised to see me?" toji's words cut through the ramble going on in your head. shiu kong had already left the room and shut the door. no. you wouldn't do this. not again. you had no words to respond to him with besides,

"why are you here?" as coldly as you wanted your words to come out, they came out as little more than a squeak. your gaze zipped around the room, looking for any sort of escape. you knew he wouldn't just let you leave. you knew he'd put up some sort of fight and you'd be sucked right in. you didn't want to admit it, but he held a sort of power over you that had lingered in your mind for the entire year since you'd first encountered him. there was nowhere to go. toji's figure loomed broad and large over you as he made his way to the couch. you scrambled to the other end of it, fixing your gaze on the half-empty decanter.

"wanted to see how my pretty girl was doin', s'all." toji relaxed on the couch, not a single worry showing on his face. he grabbed the glass of whiskey that had been filled for him, before stretching an arm out across the back of the couch. "what? ya scared of me now?" and there was a visceral rage inside of you at the question. scared? why the fuck would you be scared of him? you were angry with him. with the way things were left the last time he saw you. with the way things were left when he left you as a child.

"i'm not touching you. you're disgusting." was your only response. you couldn't muster up the courage for anything else. maybe you were scared of him. maybe you were scared of the way you felt when you looked at him. the feeling wasn't familial at all. your mind blanked when you thought of toji, remembering only the way he filled you up, the way he held your cheeks in place as fucked into you over and over. toji huffed out a laugh.

"who said anythin' about touchin'? i told ya i jus' wanted to come check on ya." he sipped the whiskey while you sat in silence. "you can pay for that service, can't ya? jus' talkin', gettin' to know someone. i feel like you're someone i should know." and you couldn't contain the rage any longer.

"you would've known me had you stuck around when i was a kid." toji rolled his eyes in annoyance, his free hand coming to rest on his temples.

"there it is." was all he said.

"you left. you left mom, you left me. i heard you left your other family, too. you let me become a ward of the state. you let the state take me instead of taking me in. i have been rejected by you for my entire life, toji. my entire life. and now- and now, you're- you're just-" waltzing in and out of my life as you please. you stood from your spot on the couch, tears pricking your eyes. "look at me. look at what i have to do for a living. you did this to me. you and mom! this- this is all i'll ever-" you had to stop yourself, had to shield yourself from his eyes as your tears began to stream down your cheeks. this was all his fault. you'd dreamed of weddings, and finding the perfect person, and being walked down the aisle as a child. now, you were defective. your only claim to fame was that you were an A-tier brothel worker. who'd want you?

♡ toji sets the glass down with a clink against the golden tray, and in seconds he's on you, pulling you into a warm hug. he rests his head atop yours, gentle arms wrapped around you, and warm hands running up and down your back. "i know, pretty girl. i know." you stiffened only for a moment, and then toji's hands were cupping your face, ohsogently. the pads of his thumbs brushed away the tears from your cheeks as he peered into your eyes, and they looked so inviting and warm. the sobs resumed. they wracked your whole body and toji continued to wipe your tears. he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, and pulled you closer. one of his hands found your hair, playing with it, as you shook against him. "'m a shitty dad, always have been." his voice was soft, unlike you'd ever heard it before - unlike you'd ever remembered it being. it was a matter of seconds before your arms were wrapped around him, face buried in his chest as you let out years of anguish over being thrown away. toji shushed you tenderly, stroked your hair, and rubbed your back. "'m here to pick up the pieces, pretty girl." two hands found their way to your cheeks, crooning your neck back so that you were forced to meet his eyes. "wan' me to make it better?" your eyes looked away only for a second. then you nodded. oh, so this is what my pretty girl likes.

♡ toji's mouth was on yours so quickly you didn't have time to process it. it wasn't like the first time, no. no, this time it was gentle and kind, and when his tongue brushed against your lips he was asking for entrance rather than demanding it. and you obliged. his hands were still on your cheeks and he commanded your head in a way that only deepened the kiss. soft bites to your lip, the dancing of your tongues. he only broke away to kiss the tears that remained on your cheeks. "my pretty girl." he whispered. the fear you'd felt when he first walked in the room had completely melted away. you didn't know that toji had the capacity to be like... this. to be so clement and benevolent. he wrapped an arm around your midsection, pulling you close to him, his lips moved to your neck, gently licking and sucking at the skin. you let out a gasp, your hands still wrapped around him, unsure of what to do to this version of toji. it was as if he could sense your hesitation, his free hand finding one of yours and hooking it around his neck. "ya can touch, ya know." so you did. you pressed yourself as close as you could against his broad, solid chest. you could feel the outline of his abs against your body. you pulled him in closer with the arm hooked around his neck, your hand finding its way into his hair. so soft. he leaned deeper into your neck, sucking at the skin in a way that was sure to level hickeys the next day, but you couldn't help throwing your head back in pleasure.

"ah! right there!" you moaned, his mouth finding every sensitive spot it could on your neck. still it wasn't enough. you reached down, pulling at the sheer robe wrapped around your body. you wanted him on you. you felt toji grin on your skin.

"my girl's eager tonight, huh?" his ministrations on your necks ceased as he helped to free you from the robe. he unwrapped the tie delicately, slowly, as you stood in place and watched, face flushed. once it was undone, the robe fell from your shoulders, leaving your breasts exposed to the cold air in the room and your lacy panties on full display. toji stared at you, and it reminded you of the first time you'd encountered him in the club - like a hunter staring down his prey. your arms reached up to cover your chest, but he caught them in the process. "nu-uh, don' hide from me." and then he was on his knees. on his knees in front of you. his hands held your hips, bringing you to him, his mouth pressing soft kisses down the center of your chest, your stomach, stopping at your already-soaked cunt. "whad'ya want from me, pretty girl?" he gazed up at you, waiting for your response. his eyes were glimmering, something dark hidden behind their beauty. you couldn't tell him. you couldn't tell him just how badly you wanted him to go down on you. you couldn't tell him how you'd fucked yourself to the memory of his mouth on you. when you said nothing, toji gave a light slap to the fat of your ass. "tell me or i can't help you." help me. he wants to help me.

"i-i wan'... wan' you to go down on me." he grins up at you, the hand that had slapped your ass, now kneading the stinging fat gently.

"that's my girl."

♡ toji, still kneeling on the floor, still with your panties on, hooks a your leg over his shoulder and begins licking at your wetness. you yelp, the sensation sudden and warm, but not overly intense as your underwear create a barrier between his tongue and your clit. still, it's enough to have you wobbling. you reach down, placing a hand on his free shoulder for stability as he continues to lap at you. his tongue drags across your panties, licking stripes up your cunt, his mouth sucking at your clit with desperation. you gasp, "fuck, toji!" one of his hands holds onto the thigh hooked over his shoulder and the other rests on your other thigh, helping to further stabilize you.

"god, you taste so good." he continues to lap at you, your hips bucking into his face as he continues eating you out through your panties. the hand resting on your standing leg finds its way to your clit, thumbing at it, causing you to hunch over his head, both your hands reaching up to grasp at his hair. he hums his approval at the sensation of you grabbing desperately at his hair. his grip on you only tightens as you continue moaning, whining at the sensation of his tongue fucking you through your underwear. you can't help but hump his face, wanting him deeper, wanting more contact with him. you can feel his fingers digging into your skin as your hands tighten in his hair.

and then you're in the air. toji, standing from his spot on the floor, scoops you into his arms, your legs thrown over either of his arms, before he sets you gently on the couch, spreading your legs wide open for him as he does so. he lifts your hips, pulling the thin fabric of your panties down your legs, and shifting you so that you're on the edge of the couch. "now that those are out of the way." and the sensation of his tongue making direct contact with your clit has your toes curling. he gives you no time to recuperate from the position change, he's eating you out like a man possessed. both of your legs are thrown over his broad shoulders, holding you wide open for him as he continues his assault on your cunt. you can feel the orgasm building, quickly. your hands find purchase in his hair, guiding him to the spots you want his mouth, and he sucks on your clit mercilessly as two of his fingers find their way inside of you. you buck your hips into him at the pleasant sensation.

"ah-ah, toji, please, please!" you're begging him for release. you're begging him as he's the one on his knees for you. and he looks so good on his knees. his fingers scissor you, fuck into you, curve inside of you, finding your g-spot.

"please what? use your words. be a good girl." you gasp as his fingers continue to fuck in and out of you as his tongue finds your clit.

"p-please, please let me cum!" toji's mouth leaves your clit, leaving your release fading away with a groan.

"gotta do better than that. i know my girl can do better." he litters you inner thighs with kisses, awaiting your response.

"toji, please let me cum! please make me cum! wanna cum all over your face, please!"

"that's my pretty girl." when toji's mouth finds you clit again, you're cumming in seconds. his fingers and tongue work together meticulously and masterfully as they bring you to an intense orgasm. your thighs shake and press together as much as they can around toji's head. your cunt is spasming so much you don't know if it'll ever stop. you don't want it to ever stop.

♡ toji's mouth finds yours as you ride out your orgasm, kissing you into oblivion as you taste yourself on his tongue. your mouth can barely function as the waves of euphoria overtake you. he just loves seeing you like this. loves seeing his pretty, pretty girl looking like a fucked-out slut. he presses kisses to your jaw, your cheeks, your breasts. "don' give out on me now, baby girl." you watch through half-lidded eyes as toji takes his shirt off and throws it haphazardly on the floor. next are his pants, which he quickly strips off. you can't help but stare at his form, so perfect and muscular. you bet he's deadly in a fight. he leans down, face-to-face with you, hands running up and down your thighs. his mouth is at your ear. "d'ya trust me?" in this moment, you do. in this moment, you trust him to fuck you like you need to be fucked, so you gasp out a small "yes", as one of his hands roams from your thigh to your overstimulated clit. you're shivering, as he plays with your clit for a moment. "okay, flip over for me, hold onto the back of the couch." and you do, lazily, as you try to work up the energy, but toji helps you in the wake of your orgasm. he grips your hips, helping flip you over. and you're met with a mirror. how could you forget about the mirror here? maybe because you always tried to avoid it when you brought guests into your private room. you never wanted to see yourself enjoying the pleasure you were receiving, or the pain.

"t-toji, i don't-" toji is behind you, his hard cock pressed against your asscheeks. he leans down, his chest looming over your back as he presses kisses to the back of your neck, down your spine.

"wan' me to take care of you?" he asks, still pressing kisses to your spine. you shiver, moan. yes. he brushes your hair out of the way, littering your shoulder with tender kisses. "wan' you to watch how daddy takes care of you." he sucks on your neck, and you melt away.

"yes, daddy. take care of me, please." you can feel him grin on your skin right before he slips his cock inside of you. you're pushed further into the back of the couch, letting out a yelp as he presses into you. it's not harsh, his cock is just massive. just like you remember it. you hang your head as you try to mentally fortify yourself to take the girth of him, but one of his hands finds the front of your neck, craning it to look into the mirror. there's toji, one hand on your hip, the other on your neck, as he leans back, steadily bottoming out inside of you. you can't think of anything other than the image in front of you as toji bottoms out completely. he leans down, once again, pressing kisses to your cheek.

"look at how pretty you are, baby girl." and you can't deny how pretty you look. flushed skin, hands gripping the back of the couch as toji's hand cradles your neck. "you ready?" he asks.

"yes, please." you whimper. toji wastes no time in pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into you. the force of it throws you into the couch, and you try your best to steady yourself. he thrusts in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping and your whines filling the room as his grip on your neck only tightens. you watch in the mirror as toji fucks into you. his head dips down, right next to your cheek as he continues fucking you, pressing kisses to your cheek. his breath is harsh, raspy, as his other hand reaches down to play with your clit, your hips bucking back against him in response. his thrusts only grow faster in response.

"that's my girl. that's my good fucking girl." one of your hands reaches up to grip his own hand on your neck. his grip isn't tight, you just want to feel as much of him as you can.

"yes! god, yes, please! please don't stop fucking me!" you chant it over and over as if toji is some sort of god. the way his thumb circles your clit paired with his violent thrusts brings you over the edge once again, and he doesn't stop. doesn't give you a moment to catch your breath. the hand that was on your neck finds your hair, gently pulling on it so that you have the best view possible of him fucking into you as your cunt spasms around him. he bites down on your shoulder, his hand never leaving your clit and you're breathless. "p-please, i-i can't-"

"ya can. you're my girl, after all." toji's voice is breathless, as well. you look at him in the mirror, his face flushed as he looks down at your hole, swallowing all of him. "my-my pretty girl. worth so much more than-than this place." he grunts out between thrusts. his hand, your clit, the way your hole is still spasming, it's too much. you're cumming on his cock again, this time, squirting and shaking as toji slams into you over and over. "and she's a fuckin' squirter! you're a fuckin' goddess, baby girl. never wan' any man near you, ever again." with every glimpse you get of yourself in the mirror, you're becoming more and more fucked-out. mascara running down your cheeks, lipstick spread all across your mouth. "lemme take care of you, yeah?" you can barely process what he's saying at this point. "let daddy take care of you, yeah? m' sorry for everything. i'll treat you so, so good."

"y-yes, please, daddy. wan' you to take care of me. o-only you!" you can't see toji's grin in the mirror, but you can feel the way his cock twitches, he's close.

"mhm, that's my good girl. you're doing so good. jus' a little l-longer." toji's cock rams into you over and over, your cunt spent and aching at the stimulation he's giving you. god, he's so good. it truly doesn't take much longer for him to reach his climax. the hand holding your hip wraps around your midsection and toji cradles you, his cheat thrown over your back, as he finishes inside of you. he groans, raspy and desperate for release. you know that sound, you've heard it plenty of times from your own voice during the year absence away from him. toji holds you, breathlessly as he rides out his orgasm, hot cum running down your leg as you can barely stabilize yourself on the back of the couch.

♡ toji becomes a regular. no one knows of your relationship with him. even the two of you don't discuss it. but, each time he shows up, he brings you something sweet. flowers, chocolates, anything to show you that he cares for you. you have no idea that geto and shiu kong feed him information. tell him what you like and what you hate. you have no idea that toji, when tired of playing the role of "doting guest", fucks your coworker into oblivion, and she doesn't tell you because she'd never want to lose dick that good. you don't know that toji has become friends with one of your regulars, asks him what you like to hear when you're being fucked like a slut. toji becomes a regular, but in his eyes, you remain a stranger. you don't pick up on the fact that he never asks about you directly. doesn't care about your interests or hobbies. he thinks you might be the best fuck of his life, and beyond that, he shows little interest. to you, he cares. to you, you're special to him. to him, you're simply a stranger, and he wonders how long it'll take you to realize that.

[satorucci]

sugar daddy! satoru

♡ cw: dubcon, drug use, manipulation, light choking, rough sex, breeding, corruption, sugar daddy! satoru is actually a manipulative pos with reader who thought she had the upperhand :(

♡ currently listening to: she looks like fun - arctic monkeys

♡ author’s note: remember kids, this is fictional! don't do drugs, and don't be with scummy men like satoru! special shout to to the nonnie who suggested a variation of substances!! you are tagged bunny nonnie, mwah!! also, i've been dealing with some life stuff that has left me with less time to write, but it is getting resolved, so i will be getting back to work on wips soon!!

MDNI

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who treats you so, so well. he buys you fancy clothes, shoes, jewelry. he takes you out to nice dinners and flies you around in his private jet. you don't love him, but you love the way he throws his money at you. sometimes, you think he might be in love with you.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who, when he first messaged you on the private site, said that he really only wanted someone to talk to. you didn't believe that a man of his stature wanted nothing more than to talk, so you came prepared anyway. true to his word, the first time you met him, he only talked to you on your date through the city. satoru, you found, was such a New York kind of guy. the city that never sleeps, the city of money and opulence. you knew that the city had a dark underbelly, but satoru never let you get near it. he kept you, his little treasure, safe from anything he thought might taint you. instead, he kept you happy in designer stores, at exclusive clubs, and high-class restaurants.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who, you noticed, went to the bathroom often. he always said it was to touch up his hair, but you'd been around enough powerful men to know that it was much more than that. satoru, who always came back with more energy, with blown pupils, with jittery feet and restless hands. your satoru was a real cokehead. but you didn't mind. not so long as he kept paying you what he thought you were worth.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who takes you to insane parties on the weekends. his best friend, suguru, is often the one who tells him about such parties. satoru talks to you about how he wishes that suguru would find someone like you. someone he can talk to, someone he can tell his secrets to, someone he can rely on. you like being those things for satoru, you like being his little muse - the one he spends everything on.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who after the first month of knowing you, finally makes a move on you. you can't believe he hasn't been with anyone in the meantime. satoru is beautiful. he's so singular, you don't know how he could resist all the men and women who throw themselves at his feet. instead, he focuses all his attention on you. sending you texts, sending you money, shipping presents to your house when he's away on business. by the time satoru fucks you into the mattress for the first time, you're sure you've got him wrapped around your finger.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who, as time goes on, you find is not so straight-laced. satoru, who once tried to hide his little habits from you, no longer cares if you see him doing it. he often snorts the white powder up his nose when he's at parties with suguru. suguru, who is just as attractive as satoru, is an absolute lady-killer. you watch as he mixes and mingles with the men and women at the parties you attend with satoru, navigating the crowd like a trained salesman, the perfect insider. sometimes, you think suguru would've made a killing as a journalist or a member of the paparazzi. he's so magnetic, everyone clings to this side. satoru is a bit more exclusive, mingling only with the people he deems worthy of his time. he'd rather spend it with you, anyway.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who after about three months of being with him, asks you a question that carries a heavy price - you just don't know it yet. you're at another one of the parties suguru has told satoru about, sitting in the corner as you usually do while the white-haired man mingles with some of the partygoers. the music is loud enough that you think your eardrums might just burst, but you don't mind it. you like what they're playing. still, you wished satoru would turn his attention back to you. you've gotten so used to being doted on by the muse of the city that you can't deny the bubble of irritation that forms in the pit of your stomach in the rare moments when his attention isn't on you.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who makes his way back to you after he finishes talking to a group of men. there's a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, and something a bit more sinister. something you've never seen from him before. "hey, pretty girl. i'm sorry i wasn't here for a few minutes, did anyone bother you?" you shake your head no, and tell him that you were relatively unbothered during his absence. the most annoying part being that his attention wasn't on you. he laughs at the hint of brattiness you show. "well, some of my colleagues booked a private room near the back of the club. wanna come with me?" your eyes are wide with surprise when he asks. you know what a private room means. "a-are you sure?" satoru looks at you with a cheeky grin. "are you sure?"

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who keeps you flush against his side on the way to the private room. suguru flanks his other side, of course. the room isn't concealed that well, but knowing what goes on in these rooms, you're sure no one would pop in if they weren't welcomed and didn't want to partake. before entering, satoru takes great care in spinning you to face him, fixing the necklace he bought you so that the clasp sits at the back of your neck, straightening out the dress you'd barely had to beg him to buy for you, making sure your hair is in place. he wants to impress his friends with the pretty little thing he's bought, but you don't need to know that. all you need to know is that he cares for you, and he wants to show you he cares for you.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who helps you into the red room, decorated with gold accents all around the room. the doors are simply beaded curtains that can be pulled back with ease, but they're layered thickly so that outsiders can't see inside the room. when you walk in, you realize the door of choice is likely due to the thick fog of smoke that coats the entire room. you're happy for the curtain-door because of its ventilation properties. you nearly choke on the smoke when entering the room. when satoru walks in with you, still pressed closely to his side, his colleagues cheer. you stare at him in amazement. satoru really is loved. the entire room is in uproar with his arrival as people get out of their seats to greet him. you follow him closely as he's guided to a scarlet loveseat sitting in front of a low, circular table. people sit around the table, cutting white powders, forming neat lines, and puffing on their cigars and cigarettes. some people are smoking joints, some are throwing back shots like it's five o'clock on a friday.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who guides you to the loveseat, motioning for you to sit beside him. people are coming up to you, asking who you are to satoru. before you can respond, satoru responds for you, "my muse". the men in the room look at him with jealousy or pride, the women in the room glare at you. you look around, hoping to find just a bit more stability, to find suguru. and there he is, once again, mingling with people in the room. you subconsciously find yourself clinging to satoru, as all the people he allows around him do. he wraps an arm around yours, his hand finding yours and giving it a squeeze. he leans in close, blue eyes shining brilliantly against the crimson of the room. "you still sure, pretty girl?" and you don't want to disappoint him, so you nod silently. "that's my girl." he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. you've serviced many powerful men before, but satoru is the first in which you have no idea of the capacity for power he holds. he commands entire rooms when he steps into them. people talk about him on the streets, the stores he enters automatically give him a designated private room for changing. you can't disappoint him. not him. not when he adores you so much - not when you have him wrapped around your finger like this.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who tells you that the white powder in front of you is cocaine, and that it's totally fine because "he does it all the time". satoru, who guides his finger to your nose so that you can take your first bump before you snort your first line. you trust him, you trust that he knows what he's doing and that he'll keep you safe. the fist bump already has you feeling good. not just good, bordering on euphoric. there's a numbness in your nose and along your gumline that you've never felt before. you reflexively back away from satoru's finger when the feeling hits you. it wasn't a pleasant sensation when you had snorted it, but the feeling afterward made it worth it. you turn to satoru, who is grinning at you. "like it?"

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who helps you as you snort your first full line of coke. and you feel amazing. the euphoria you bordered on with the experimental bump is totally enveloping you now. you feel light, energetic. you want people to talk to. you understand how satoru is able to keep up the many relationships he has. satoru, who stares at you, your beautiful pupils blown as you reach a high you've never imagined before. yes, his muse. a gentle hand comes up to cup your face before he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. you watch as satoru snorts two lines, one after the other, with no kickback. oh yeah, he's been doing this for a long time. you scour the room for satoru's best friend, but he's already beside you. "princess snorted her first line, hm?" suguru asks. you nod, so excited to be speaking with him. suguru doesn't often speak to you, usually only in passing. "you did a good job, i watched you." you smile, no shyness to it. "looks like you like it." and you do, in fact, you think you might love it.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who feeds you lines of coke as the night goes on. satoru, who introduces you to his colleagues and friends. satoru, who watches happily as you introduce yourself to people, talk to them in an excited manner. satoru, who think he might've just found the perfect girl. satoru, who, just as you're about to crash, cuts you another neat little line to reinvigorate you. satoru, who meets suguru's eyes and simply grins. as you make your way around the room, satoru watches as some men get handsy with you. it annoys him, but this has always been how he operated, unbeknownst to you. satoru always brings the best toys to the party. "think you got a good one?" suguru asks him. satoru turns to his friend, a wide grin on his face, "oh yeah, suguru. she's a good one."

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who, once he sees you've reached your limit, and can no longer safely feed you lines of coke, wraps his arms around your waist, helping to keep you stable as he makes his exit from the party. you're still wired. you look fun. satoru, who calls for a driver for the two of you, his high still too peaked to drive either one of you home. satoru tells the driver to take you back to his place. he's oh-so tempted to test your worth while you're like this. he can't wait for it.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who doesn't even need to coax you out of your clothes when the two of you reach his highrise apartment. you've barely made it through the threshold of the door before your lips are on his, tugging haphazardly at his clothes. satoru obliges you without objection. one of his hands finds purchase in your hair, the other tugging at the zipper that holds your dress together. "my girl likes to have fun on the weekends, then, hm?" he's breathless as he dips his head to bite and suck at your neck. everything he does, every little sensation is amplified by the euphoric feeling of the coke, and you want more, more, more. nothing he's doing is enough for you, so you let him know. "'toru, need more." your dress falls to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties, the ones satoru picked out for you.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who leads you to the bedroom, bumping into tables and lamps the entire way. you're latched onto him like a sloth, and oh, how he loves how needy you are. satoru throws you down on the bed, already rock solid simply from making out with you in the foyer. you feel so good. you always feel so good, but tonight it's different. satoru recalls you being timid in bed, but tonight, you have no qualms about telling him what you want and how you want it. satoru gets on his knees, planting himself at the edge of the bed, your legs already spread wide for him. he wastes no time in tearing at the pretty lace panties he picked out for you. he'll just buy you another pair. your back arches off the bed as his mouth finds your soaking wet cunt. in the moonlight that shimmers through the bedroom windows, satoru can see your slick has coated your inner thighs. he wonders how long you've been like this. doesn't matter. satoru sucks and licks at your clit, causing electricity to shoot through your body. one of your hands finds his hair, gripping it with as much strength as you can muster, bucking your hips up into his mouth as he eats you out with masterful skill.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who usually fucks you slowly, with grace and gentleness, shows you no mercy tonight. his face is buried so deep in your cunt, his nose constantly brushing against your clit as his tongue dips in and out of you at a rapid pace. he's found a rhythm that's sending you over the edge again and again and again. he licks at your clit, buries his face in your pussy, dipping in and out of you before flattening his tongue and licking a fat stripe right up the center of your cunt. you're screaming at the intense pleasure, every nerve in your body feels like it's on fire, and you've never been this horny in your life. your grip on his hair never ceases as you essentially ride his tongue, bucking your hips and arching your back off the bed. despite him bringing you to orgasm multiple times, it's never enough. never enough from the beautiful blue-eyed man that leans back on his knees just for you. "'toru, s' good, b-but - ah!" he's turning his head, his tongue reaching for places it couldn't previously touch you. "need more!" you scream out, the coil in your belly so close to snapping once again.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, whose cock is already in his hand as he eats you out, stroking it to get any sort of relief. he can feel his high wearing off, and he really, really wants just one more bump before he fucks you senseless. when you tell him you "need more", he takes it as his cue to dip into the pocket of his pants, searching for that little baggie of joy. his mouth leaves your cunt, your slick and juices covering the lower half of his face as he crawls towards you on the bed. his hand reaches for your neck, bringing you close enough for him to kiss you, his tongue running across your lower lip, and you grant him entrance without him having to battle for it. you can taste yourself on his mouth, and satoru thinks he might be addicted to you. "baby, wanna do another bump? jus' one more?" just one more? one more couldn't hurt, could it? satoru already has the baggie in his hand. how could you say no? so, you nod. you're crashing, too, so a little re-up wouldn't hurt. satoru prepares the bumps quickly, letting you snort it off his finger as he did with the first one. then another for himself. he closes the baggie and tosses it to the side.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who grants you no mercy as he bottoms out inside of you. he's so deep inside of you that his pelvis meets yours, his balls slapping against your ass. his arms are on either side of you, caging you in, so you can't run away from him, but you'd never do that. not when he makes you feel like this. his cock inside of you feels like heaven on earth. satoru leans on his forearms, dipping his head to bite at your neck and chest as he slams into you over and over and over. the sensation is so intense that your legs reflexively try to close, but satoru is instantly leaning back on his thighs, using both hands to pry your legs open. "nu-uh, pretty girl," he breathes out. "please don't shut me out." and he says it so pathetically you think you might just die. such a powerful man, begging for entrance to your cunt. maybe this is what a powetrip was. his hands move from your legs to your hips, raising you up just a bit so that your hips aren't touching the bed, and he slams into you repeatedly. you can't contain your screams as satoru uses you like a fucking ragdoll. he uses you. there's on other way about it. his pupils are blown wide, a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he fucks you into oblivion. you can barely string together words as continues fucking into you, as the euphoric feeling of that last bump overtakes your entire body. everything is electricity, everything feels so good that you don't know how to speak anymore. your senses are betraying you, as you can almost feel satoru in your stomach. you know it's not physically possible, but with a cock his size and the way the coke is contaminating your brain, you swear he's fucking up into your womb.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who grips your cheeks roughly. "open your mouth." it's a command, not a question. you do as he says, your hips bucking to meet his thrusts, and he dips his head down, spitting into your mouth. you can't help but smile, the saliva bubbling up and dripping from the corners of your mouth as satoru continues fucking you. "my pretty girl. my good fucking girl." his thumb swipes at the saliva as it drips from your lips and he leans down to kiss you. it's messy. saliva continues you drip down your chin as satoru reaches a hand down to your cunt, fingers playing with clit as he fucks into you. you let out a gasp, detaching your lips from his as he continues to rub your clit. "ah-ah! 'toru-'toru, don't! m' gonna cum!" satoru continues without a care in the world. "that's the point, isn't it?" he continues his ministrations on you, one hand rubbing at your clit, the other is wrapped around your neck as he sucks at your chest, your perky nipples, all as he's fucking you at a breakneck pace. "be my good, pretty girl, cum all over me. know you wanna cum on my cock." and you do. satoru fucks into you, your head swimming with the pleasure of the umpteenth orgasms on the horizon. it takes only a moment of satoru continuing to play with your clit before your cunt is tightening and spasming around him. he lets out a gasp, "ah, fuck!" as he cums, your cunt too tight for him to hold out any longer. his hands falter, his thrusts erratic as he shoots a full load into you. he grips the bedsheets beside your head, riding out his orgasm as your cunt continues to spasm around him.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who is sure he's going to have a heart attack after all the coke and the intensity of his orgasm. when he finally catches his breath, he fetches you a towel and some water, helping you sit up on the bed, and helping clean you up. he litters kisses on your inner thigh as he does so. "did so good for me, pretty girl. you were fantastic tonight." and satoru's praise has never affected you as much as it does tonight. there's something dangerous behind his eyes. tonight was unlike any other night. he's never been so open with you, never fucked you so hard, never guided you in the way he has tonight. you wonder if he's ever been like this with anyone else.

♡ sugar daddy! satoru, who continues taking you to parties. satoru, who continues introducing you to his various colleagues. satoru, who sometimes finds himself thinking of the other women he's been with. the ones who've found themselves a wreck on the streets after their extensive encounters with him. the ones who've found themselves blacklisted from entertainment or other industries because they just couldn't cut it. satoru wonder how long you'll stick around. he watches at each party as you ingest more and more coke, more substances. he watches as you start to unravel, and when you do, he'll be there for you. he laughs when suguru asks him how his "pet" is. satoru insists that this one is his muse. he insists that you're gonna be the one. suguru laughs to himself. how many times have i heard that? satoru thinks you just might be in love with him.