satorucci
satorucci
satorucci
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satorucci · 10 days ago
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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
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satorucci · 10 days ago
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HIIIWWEEEE!!!!!! I HOPE UR DOING WELL!!! STILL IN LOVE WITH UR WORK BTW!!!!! I LOBE EYUUUU!!!!
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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!!!!!!!!
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satorucci · 16 days ago
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ⓘ this user has a severe breeding kink
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satorucci · 22 days ago
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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.
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satorucci · 22 days ago
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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
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satorucci · 22 days ago
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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
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satorucci · 22 days ago
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satorucci · 27 days ago
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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.
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satorucci · 27 days ago
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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?"
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satorucci · 28 days ago
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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.
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satorucci · 1 month ago
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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.
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satorucci · 1 month ago
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HIIIEEEEE BABYYYYYYYY WASSUPPPPP?????? WE SHOULD TALK MORE OFTEN Y'KNOW!!!! ANYWAYS HOW ARE U DOINGGG????
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HELLO MY HONORABLE NONNIE!!!!!
i've been good! i've been super busy with life stuff, so i haven't had as much time as i want to write :( finally getting back in the swing of things as of this weekend, but other than that, i've been great! how are you??? give me all the deets, wanna know what's been going on in your world!!! my inbox is always open if you ever want to speak off anon, but i totally understand if not! keep being my honorable nonnie!!!
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satorucci · 1 month ago
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AHHHHH PLEASE NEVER STOP WITH THE DRUGGING STUFF!!! I fr love a cute guy drugging me until I feel so silly! Ya know what I never see enough of? Cocaine. It’s always weed but INEED some diversity! Cocaine, pills, PLEASE!!
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AHHHHH JSKDNSDNK
HELLO NONNIE! how are you dear?? doing swell? doing not-so-swell? give me all the deets!
ALSO, I AGREE! be looking for a part two hehe i loveeeeee a corruption kink paired with drugs.... oouuu there's just something about it that makes me go crazyyyyy!!
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satorucci · 1 month ago
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agreed, big ups to gege
And a big thank you to Gege Akutami for making half the population realize we’re monster-f*ckers…
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satorucci · 1 month ago
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drug dealer! gojo
♡ cw: dubcon, drug use, manipulation, breeding, rough sex, dacryphilia, dumbification, corruption, gojo is a shady drug dealer with really good shit and just can't stand the idea of not having reader :(
♡ currently listening to: one of the girls - the weeknd
♡ author’s note: remember kids, this is fictional! don’t be like gojo in this fic irl!! next fic will be a request sent in! asks, submissions, and inbox are open - to see the schedule, please go to my wips page linked in my pinned navigation post! mwah <3
MDNI
♡ everyone knows gojo. among the student body of his college campus, he's a god. according to professors and admin, he's a stain on the well-funded, prestigious campus's name and reputation. for the police, he's the most annoying collegiate dealer they've ever tried to nail down. seriously, how can one kid who just turned drinking age be so slippery?
♡ "where can i get that adderall you were talking about?" "do you know anyone i can get good bud from?" "I'm going to the club on saturday! know anyone with some clean molly?" the answer is always gojo. if the answer isn't gojo, then it's geto, his right-hand man. gojo is the ruler on a campus where the use of study and party drugs is absolutely rampant. what else could get these students through their grueling hours of studying for life-path-determining tests and unpaid internship work?
♡ gojo, who, though he's known as the "big man" on campus, rarely makes appearances. it's your third year of college, and you still haven't caught a glimpse of him. granted, you don't really run in the same circles as gojo, nor do you run in the circles that would be anywhere near him. no, not you. you're a model student - a teacher's pet who tutors undergrads in both chemistry and english because you're one of the chosen ones who's good at both the sciences and the arts. you're the students that professors trust to run errands for them, to explain the content of the class when they're not in the room, the one everyone relies on to do their homework so that they can cheat off you. and you do it all without the stupid adderrall or the weed, or whatever else it might be that people take to help them cope with college and life.
♡ you, who doesn't even acknowledge your burnout when it hits. you, who stays up into the wee hours of the morning, textbooks and notebooks and pens and paper and cheatsheets and - ohmygod, sometimes you think your head might combust. but you never let anyone know. not your roommate or your friends back home who either decided that college wasn't for them or that they'd do better at a community college. as you sit at your desk, frustrated, head in hands (for what seems like the millionth time this year), for a split second you wonder what it'd be like to be like your peers. to relax more, to go out sometimes, to throw your cares in the fucking wind. you haven't even slept with anyone since your freshman year of college, and it was so underwhelming you've completely forgotten everything about the experience. the guys face, his name, even what his dick felt like. the only release you've felt the past two years has been from your right hand and the vibrator that sits on your nightstand. you let out a deep sigh. so is life. and then you're back to work.
♡ gojo, who is in his fifth (yes, fifth) and final year of college, decides that a great way to celebrate would be to orchestrate his own send-off. a party for the ages. a party that would eclipse any party to ever grace his college campus, past, present, or future. and so, he and geto get to work on concocting their plan. for a moment, they debate on a theme, sitting quietly as their last few functioning braincells struggle to come up with an idea. their eyes meet and they burst into laughter, instead. "oh please. fuck the theme. everyone'll hear it's my party and they'll show" gojo tells geto nonchalantly, to which geto huffs out a laugh and nods. "you're not wrong. you are the satoru gojo. i mean fuck, they don't even call you by your first name." gojo's face twists into one of confusion as his eyebrow quirks up. "they don't call you by your first name, either." geto stares at gojo, oblivious to the simple fact. "seriously, suguru, lay off the weed."
♡ you, who, for some reason, have actually found yourself palling around in the infamous gojo's circle. well, not for some reason. it's because your roommate, shoko, invited you to come out to a party allegedly being hosted by gojo and geto. at first, you didn't believe it - the invitation, that is. you didn't have many doubts in your head that the party was happening and that it was, in fact, being hosted by the most infamous pair on campus, but you were shocked when shoko invited you of all people. you didn't know much about your rather quiet and intimidating roommate. she was a short girl with a stoic face who didn't even care about stepping outside to chain-smoke her cigarettes. "hey, shoko... d-do you mind maybe smoking outside the dorm room? it's just, the smell settles into my bedding and clothes, and-" shoko had cut you off with a simple, "nah. m' gonna keep smoking in here." when you had brought it up not long after the two of you had been assigned as roommates and moved in together. `"too cold outside." it was in the high 80s, nearing the 90s in the middle of August when you'd asked.
♡ you, who shoko had grown somewhat fond of during her time living with you, told you factually that she had invited you to accompany her to the party because she "doesn't have any friends besides gojo and geto" and that she "couldn't show up with no one because they were probably gonna be stoned out of their minds or looking for a girl dumb enough to spend the night with them". shoko then asserted that she was neither, so she needed company while at the party. sometimes you forgot that tiny, quiet shoko formed a trio with gojo and geto. she just seemed so different from the stories you'd heard about them - so much more mature and level-headed. shoko kept to herself, preferring solitude and silence over the rowdiness of the weekends on a college campus. sometimes, she would go over to gojo and geto's apartment and smoke with them (you never asked what they were smoking), but she never stayed for too long. she always made her way back before you turned the lights out, signaling the end of your nightly study session.
♡ you, who have no idea how to dress for this party because you haven't been to a party in two years. you have no clue what the new fashion trends are, or if you even have something that might look like it fits in with the massive crowd that's sure to be at gojo and geto's send-off party. shoko plays on her phone, sucking leisurely on a lollipop as she tells you, "don' worry about a theme or anything. gojo and geto were too stupid to think of one, so just come as you are." you grimace at her words. it's easy for her to say that. she's friends with them, so of course, they won't care what attire she comes in. as for you, you have another year left at this college and don't want to be known as the girl who was severely underdressed for what was likely to be one of the biggest parties that campus had ever seen. you pace around the room, throwing clothes all over the floor, for nearly an hour before shoko sighs deeply and tosses her phone on her bed. "watch out." you move out of her way as she makes her way to your closet and picks out an outfit. "wear this. they'll like it." as you stare at the skimpy outfit - a tube top you think you might've grown out of a year ago paired with jean shorts that allow the fat of your ass to hang out of the bottom - you wonder who "they" is.
♡ shoko helps you do your hair and makeup in your dorm before setting off. she also picks out your lotion and perfume. it's honestly the closest you've ever felt to her since the two of you have been living together. "what should we do about coming back to the dorm? should i dd?" you ask shoko, and you've never seen her grimace the way she does in that moment. "jesus, fuck no. we'll probably just spend the night at their place. they know who you are, so they'll be cool with it." and suddenly your night has gotten even worse. even though it's a saturday night, you still have stuff to do on sunday, and shoko is already a late sleeper. you imagine she'll only sleep even later after drinking and smoking whatever it is she- wait. "you talk about me to them?!" shoko returns her attention to her phone. "yeah, sometimes. you're the only roommate i've had in college that i kind of like." kind of like? either way, you take the compliment, and it leaves you feeling as though you can't deny her offer to stay at their place for the night, nor light into her for telling those two misfits anything about you.
♡ you walk alongside shoko, taking small sips of the drink she keeps passing to you on the walk to gojo and geto's apartment. thankfully, it isn't a far walk. they live right on the outskirts of campus, but you still decided to wear tennis shoes to save yourself the pain of walking and partying in heels. shoko, who becomes more talkative and bubbly the more she sips on her drink, finds herself telling you more about gojo and geto. about how she's known them since middle school, about how geto is actually a gentle giant but that he gets jealous of the attention gojo gets, sometimes. about gojo, who, by all of shoko's accounts, is a major pain in her ass. she doesn't give many positive reviews of him, but she does say that the attention he gets is warranted. "he's actually really smart when he's not stupid high. and it's hard to beat a smart dude with good looks." you wonder what he looks like. you overheard a group of girls on campus once talking about gojo, about the blue of his eyes and how it was unnaturally beautiful. "hey, shoko? what does gojo look like?" you ask, shyly. shoko sighs. "you'll know when you see him."
♡ you, who finds yourself trying your best to squeeze through the ocean of bodies that is spilling out into the large parking lot of the apartment complex. the cops'll definitely be here in a few hours. the music coming from the house is so loud that it's causing the pavement of the parking lot to thrum with vibrations. how in the hell do people do this kind of shit every weekend? shoko is leading you, her hand in yours, into the crowd, which, to you, resembles the pits of hell. there have to be hundreds of people outside the house, so you don't even want to think of how packed it is on the inside. shoko pushes past the throngs of people, as tiny as she is. she moves them to the side as if she holds authority over them, and you follow with no questions asked, trying your best to keep up as the alcohol she kept giving you has definitely entered your system. you aren't drunk, at least, not yet. but you're definitely feeling something.
♡ shoko, who pushes past the crowd with ease and ignores the people yelling at her as she marches up to the closed front door of gojo and geto's house. a young man with brown hair stands guard outside the door, smiling stupidly even though people are arguing with him about getting in the house. "move, haibara. my roommate and i want in." shoko says. the man, haibara, laughs and scoots to the side. "be careful, shoko. they're getting pretty crazy in there, so if you need me, just holler, 'kay?" shoko rolls her eyes and proceeds to push past haibara to enter the house. as she does, a sea of people attempt to flood into the unit, but haibara swiftly stops them. the door is shut before you can see exactly what it is that he does to prevent their passage, but either way, you're impressed. then, you turn your attention to the inside of the house.
♡ you, who immediately wants to leave the moment you step foot in the front door. the apartment isn't small by any means. in fact, it's a townhome that looks to be about three stories. but all three stories are packed with people who look more akin to sardines. shoko, still holding your hand, turns to say something to you, but you can't hear her over the insanely loud bass and treble of the speaker. you can't even pinpoint where the speaker is. it sounds like the sound is engulfing the entire house. as shoko turns back around and continues to drag you around the house, you notice the smell. nearly everyone around you is smoking, and you're sure it's weed. some are smoking cigarettes, but the majority of the skunky smell is coming from the blunts and joints that hang off of everyone's lips. people gathered together in groups as they smoke, people smoking by themselves in the tiniest corners possible, potential hookups passing their blunts to one another. yeah, this is totally not your scene.
♡ shoko, who finally reaches her intended destination - the kitchen. you watch as she, still pushing people away, begins to rummage through the freezer, pulling out a bottle of some sort of fancy alcohol. "it's the best they got!" she nearly screams over the music. "i-is it okay to take it?" you ask. shoko leans in, motioning for you to repeat your question, but you have a feeling she heard the first time, so you motion to the bottle instead. shoko's mouth splits into a wide grin. "time for shots!"
♡ shoko, who, you had no clue, is a heavyweight. shoko, who wants to go shot-for-shot, is absolutely whooping your ass right now. after the fourth shot paired with the alcohol you drank on your way to the party, the room is starting to spin just a little bit, but you feel good. for once, there's no stress, no guilt over not being pent up in your room studying, no desire to overachieve to prove your worth - and a lot of horniness. before you can stop yourself, you're scanning the room, looking for any potential takers. you've never thought much of your looks, so you aim for someone you think would be realistic to take to bed. none of the jocks and frat guys. but you also don't want one of the burnout stoners in your bed, either. what's it really matter? dick is dick, after all. as you're scanning the room, you watch the girls who are on the kitchen tabletops, dancing with their tits completely out, and for a moment, you wish you had their confidence. they're beautiful, and it's no wonder they were granted entrance to the party along with the honor of putting on a show that's sure to gain them more than just a few admirers tonight. they rolls their hips and flick their hair as they twirl around on the tables, grabbing at their thongs and pulling them down as if they're going to reveal themselves, but they never do. it's all a tease, and they're enjoying it so much.
♡ you, who continues to drink well past your limit. you, who should've stopped about three shots ago, recognize just how hungover you're going to be in the morning, but you're so drunk you don't care at all. surprisingly, shoko sticks by your side, knocking back shots with you, playing a round of beer pong with you (which she wins for your team), attempting to gossip with you over the loud music. everything feels good right now. everything feels so good. "you look like you're having fun!" a voice shouts over the music, loud enough for you to hear clearly, loud enough for you to turn around and come face-to-face with-
♡ "gojo!!" shoko shouts before jumping in the man's arms, totally wasted. you notice how the entire crowd turns their attention to the two men who have just entered the kitchen, likely from the backdoor connected to it. the man with the long hair pulled back into a bun must be geto. you've never seen either of them, but you're starstruck seeing them for the first time. shoko wasn't at all lying about gojo being quite the looker. snow white hair and eyes bluer than the fucking sky. he towers over both you and shoko, in fact, he seems as though he might be the tallest person in the room. but he's muscular, as well. this isn't the guy you'd think was a burnout stoner. both gojo and geto look like they could be straight-A students with incredible post-college job offers, though shoko has told you they have neither. "fuck she's drunk..." geto grimaces. the man with beautifully traditional looks turns towards you. "you must be the roommate? nic to meet you." he doesn't bother shouting over the music, his words are clear and concise and it's like they cut through the soundwaves in the room. "y-you, too!" you yell back, not a bit of grace. he gives you a gentle smile, and you think you might just melt. no. absolutely not. there's no way i'm turning into one of those campus girls who squeal over these two. you turn your attention to gojo, who has wrapped his arms around shoko and is swinging her around happily, as if she were a ragdoll.
♡ you, who find yourself upstairs in a private room with gojo, geto, and shoko, who after being spun around so much by gojo, decided she needed a toilet or trashcan immediately. you can't deny, the way gojo threw shoko over his shoulder and hauled her to (what you're assuming is) his room was attractive. geto motioned for you to follow them as gojo led the path to the bedroom, the crowd's gaze stuck on the two men that were hauling ass up the stairs. as shoko throws up in gojo's bathroom, geto carves out a spot on gojo's king size bed for you to sit comfortably. gojo remains in the bathroom to help shoko throw up all the alcohol she's digested over the past two hours. "can't believe we're finally getting to meet the roommate in person." geto says to you. you shrug and nod. "shoko says you're like... a study addict or something." you watch as the man crawls onto the bed, sitting across from you at the foot of it, and leans down to pick up some kind of tray from the ground. "yeah, i guess you could say that. i definitely don't get out much." geto nods, pulling out more containers and some sort of torch and - ohmygodhesabouttostartsmoking. "you should get out more. you caught satoru's attention when he walked in. it was you he was initially talking to, not shoko. when shoko gets drunk she only wants to be around her friends, so she saw satoru and pretty much locked onto her target." his eyes widen a bit after he's finished talking. "not saying that shoko doesn't consider you a friend, too! she just hasn't seen satoru in a while." you let out a laugh to ease the tension that had settled over the room. "no, i totally get it, no worries. to be honest, i didn't even know shoko considered us friends until tonight." you watch as geto masterfully takes some grinded up weed, opens up a blunt wrap, and empties the tobacco from it. "yeah, usually she hates her roommates, but she's never said anything bad about you. clear indicator that she likes you, 'cause typically she hates everything and everyone."
♡ you, who watches as getou prepares not one, not two, but three blunts before turning to you and saying, "i rolled one for satoru, shoko, and i, but shoko has told us before that you don't smoke, so i didn't roll you one. sure you don't wanna try miss straight-A-student?" you give geto a gentle smile and shake your head. "think i'll be okay. thanks for the offer, though." only a few moments later, gojo emerges from the bathroom with shoko, her arm thrown across his shoulders as he holds her up with one arm. he's so big... you try to physically shake the thoughts from your head as gojo hoists shoko up, once again, throwing her over his shoulder. "suguru, i'm taking her to your bedroom. she can't even hold her damn head up right." geto makes a noise of annoyance and throw his head back, pretty lips pouting as he sets aside his rolling tray (as he called it) and puts one of the freshly wrapped blunts behind his ear. "you so owe me for babysitting duty." geto says as he climbs off the bed. gojo looks at him and smirks before motioning towards you. "i think we're even. i'm stuck with the kid who doesn't even smoke." you physically shy away, embarrassed at the fact that that's all gojo thinks of you as - the kid who doesn't even smoke. you're sure that it's going to be a nuisance for him, but being that shoko insisted on spending the night here, you don't really have anywhere else to turn.
♡ gojo, who joins you in his bedroom once he and geto have gotten shoko settled into geto's bed. you shift awkwardly to give way to gojo's long limbs as he climbs into the bed, reaching for the rolling tray on the floor and grabbing the blunt geto had rolled for him. you don't know much about blunts - or weed in general - but the blunt looks pretty perfect, straight out of the movies. "you don't gotta move around too much, pretty girl. it's a king size, so there's more than enough room for the both of us." gojo flashes you a pretty smile and you feel yourself recoil because of his beauty. his flashy white teeth, his messy white hair, his muscular arms that reach for a lighter. "heard you don't smoke?" you nod your head. "any reason why? or is it just because you're a study addict or something?" a study addict or something. that's exactly what geto said. they must spend a lot of time with each other. "i think i just never really had the opportunity." you can hear a slight slur in your words from the alcohol. though you know that you're probably nothing more than a nuisance for gojo in this moment, you can't help the flush that floods your cheeks. he really is that hot. "never had the opportunity, huh?" your entranced by the way gojo flicks the lighter and brings the blunt to his lips, taking a long, deep drag before looking at you and smiling, a bit of smoke escaping through his lips. "you have an opportunity now, pretty girl."
♡ you, who shakes your head vigorously. no way. absolutely not. no way. you've already drank so much, and you don't think mixing a drug you've never done with a really hot guy you don't know would be the smartest thing you could do at this very moment. gojo gives you a pout that makes it so, so hard to resist his offer. "c'mon, not even for me? it is my graduation party, after all. you don't even have to smoke the whole thing with me. a puff or two'd have you feelin' real good." you bite your lip, contemplating what you should do. the tiny bit of logic left in your brain is telling you this is a terrible idea, but the drunk part of you keeps repeating in gojo's sing-songy voice "a puff or two'd have you feelin' real good." and the way he keeps calling you pretty girl. the way he almost purrs the words out has you feeling as though, maybe, just maybe, gojo is a safe place. maybe gojo knows exactly what's right for you.
♡ you, who reaches your hand out slowly, as if asking permission to take the blunt in your hands. you keep your eyes trained on the blunt in his hand, and nowhere else. if you keep looking him directly in the eyes, you're scared you might just fade into a sea you'll never swim your way out of. gojo chuckles and gives you a "tut tut" as he wags his finger. "the hell? didn't you want me to hit it?" you can't stop the drunken words from falling out of your mouth. "'course i do, but you gotta do it right your first time. lean in close." begrudgingly, you lean in close to the man, feeling yourself wobble as you do. satoru puts the blunt between his lips, inhaling deeply, before bringing his lips to yours.
♡ you, who is wide-eyed and confused as you feel the weed smoke enter your lungs while satoru's lips are pressed firmly against yours. he even fists your hair, keeping you in place as he blows nearly every last bit into your lungs. you try your best to inhale, try your bestnot to cough up the musky smoke because you can't embarrass yourself in front of the satoru gojo. when satoru's lips part from yours, you immediately feel the haze of euphoria glossing over your entire body. your brain, already fucked from the alcohol, becomes absolute mush. and you totally do cough. a lot.
♡ satoru, who chuckles heartily at you as you cough, reaches for a drink that's sitting next to him. "wash it down with this." he hands it to you, and when you sip it, you realize it's more alcohol. your hands feel heavy, your entire body feels heavy, but at the same time, your mind feels as ease. no, your mind feels good. satoru was right, you feel amazing. you can't really think straight, the room is twisting and turning, coming in and out of view as you enjoy the feeling you're getting from the high and the alcohol. satoru can easily tell that you're fucked up. "wow, you really haven't smoked before. and the first time you do, you get cross-faded? that's the kind of girl i need in my life." it's no wonder so many girls fall for him. aside from his looks, he's charming. always calling you "pretty girl", saying you're "the kind of girl he needs in his life". you bet he's had many women fall in love with him in his short life span.
♡ you, who can't hold your tongue with all the substances coursing through your body. "you don' mean that" you slur the sentence out. satoru quirks an eyebrow up at you as he continues to hit the blunt. "n' stop callin' me "pretty girl", i bet you use that on everyone." the grin that splits satoru's face is oh so attractive. "no, i only use it on pretty girls." he responds. his voice, a bit huskier than earlier from the smoke, sounds like heaven to your ears. "i'm boringly average." you respond, and satoru makes a face of disgust. "i don't smoke with boringly average people. ever since shoko told us about you i've been wanting to see you with my own eyes, but she said you pretty much never leave that damn dorm room." before you can respond, satoru's eyes flick towards you. "wan' another hit?"
♡ you, who finds yourself taking yet another hit of this fucking blunt. not because you want to. certainly not because you need it, but because satoru wants you to. satoru... i can call him that, right? satoru, once again, "shotguns" the blunt for you, setting it down to reach up for your hair. this time, his lips, while pressed firmly against yours, move a bit, as if he’s trying to actually kiss you. you feel it as his free hand finds purchase on your bare thigh, and the thought of him possibly moving his hand just a bit higher plays in your mind. you don’t know if it’s from the alcohol or the weed, but your body feels electric. the press of satoru’s firm lips, the way his hand is now gripping your thigh, its all too much. when he pulls away from the “shotgun”, you find yourself embarrassingly leaning forward, practically begging him for more. after your second hit, the world is completely hazy. you can barely make out the contents of the room around you, the mess of blankets on the bed. the only thing that’s clear is satoru sitting in front of you, satisfied grin splitting his mouth. “look at you, pretty girl. fucked up, huh?”
♡ you, who is absolutely entranced as satoru continues to talk to you as he smokes. you can barely make out what he’s saying with all the blood rushing through your head. or maybe it’s rushing out? maybe you’ve landed on a completely different plane of existence and satoru is your only company. it feels as though the two of you are the only people in the world at this very moment. you readjust yourself on the plush mattress, leaning back on the pillows behind you. “and then suguru- oh, you feelin’ tired?” he asks you, cutting off the story he was previously telling you. to be honest, you don’t even really know what he was going on about. you shake your head. “not tired, jus’… i don’ know. jus’ feel different…” you trail off.
♡ you, who doesn’t notice the feral grin that graces satoru’s lips as he sees you drifting in and out of consciousness. you, who doesn’t know that shoko has shown satoru pictures od you, shown him your social media, and satoru has asked about you almost everyday since then. you, who doesn’t know that satoru often talks to suguru about “turning you out” because you’re just “too cute to be that innocent”. satoru, who wants to corrupt you completely. your eyes drift open for a moment, the world spinning around you as you feel the bed moving. satoru climbs into the spot next to you. sweet you, who doesn’t know that satoru loves corrupting girls like you on campus. you, who is so hot, you’re burning up. who is flushed from head to toe, not understanding why you’re on fire, why your pussy is absolutely throbbing as satoru positions himself next to you on the bed.
♡ you, who doesn’t really understand what’s going on when satoru’s hand begins to trace small circles on the flesh of your thigh. you know you like the sensation, but you don’t understand why he’s doing it. it’s not like he’s helping you smoke anymore. it’s not like you could take anymore smoking. “feel good?” he asks, and you don’t know whether he’s referring to the circles he’s drawing on your skin or the euphoric feeling you’re getting from the weed you just smoked. either way, you nod your head, unable to really form sentences. you, who doesn’t know that satoru is a scumbag who reserves his heaviest hitting, highest quality weed for perfect girls like you. girls he wants to fuck into the mattress until you can’t feel anything but his cock deep inside of you.
♡ satoru, who constantly asked shoko for updates on you because he thought you were oh-so-cute. shoko's sweet roommate who never went out and partied, never tried drugs, barely ever drank, and, satoru theorized, hadn't been laid in a loooong time. your perfect curves, your pretty face, and shiny hair - how could he not want to corrupt the very core of your being? you don't protest as satoru rubs circles into your thigh, so then, he insists on squeezing at them, kneading the fat between his fingers, feeling his cock go from half-hard to rock solid. you're so pliant, so malleable, both physically and mentally. it didn't take much at all for him to convince you to smoke with him. for a proclaimed study-addict shut-in, you sure were eager to indulge in drugs when a pretty guy asked you to. satoru wondered what else you'd be willing to go along with.
♡ you, who doesn't protest even when satoru's hands travel from your thighs to the buttons of your jeans. his hands feel so good on you. you're trying to place the landmarks in his room, an ugly poster of... something, a carpet on the floor, but all of it looks so hazy to you. the only thing you know for sure is that satoru gojo is beside you and that his hands are on you. then, the bed shifts again, and satoru is on top of you. despite being muscular, he feels lightweight. maybe it's because you're so fucked up. satoru likes the view he gets from above you - the way your mouth is slightly parted, the way your eyes are slowly traveling the room, and look as though you aren't really sure what's going on. satoru finishes unbuttoning your jeans before leaning down close to your ear, "you want more, pretty girl? wanna feel even better?" it's only then you've noticed that he's unbuttoned your jeans, leaving you with an anxious seed that has blossomed in the pit of your gut. he doesn't intend to... does he?
♡ you, who tries weakly to push satoru away, only for a moment, until you realize that you're far too fucked up to do so. satoru, who actually climbs off of you, giving you the space you're signaling that you want. little do you realize that, without him, this high is going to start feeling very uncomfortable if you can't find release. "if you don' wanna, i won't make you. rape's totally not my style." he says nonchalantly, making his way back to his side of the bed. "maybe it's time for you to head home, ya know, since you're all fucked up." and for some reason, that anxiety you'd felt earlier begins to feel overwhelming. you don't want to be sent back home. no, not by the satoru gojo. you can't be the one to disappoint him. for a moment, you think about the girls on campus, the ones who've cried because their hearts and expectations were shattered by the man in front of you. but you... you have a chance. he calls you "pretty girl", says he "needs a girl like you". you have a chance to be different from the other girls on campus - you have a chance to show satoru that you can be worth his time.
♡ you, who, with all your strength, grips satoru's hand, pulls him back towards you. "n-no... i-i wanna do it." you're voice is a whisper, hardly heard even by your own ears. satoru smirks and leans closer. "what was that pretty girl?" he asks. you bite your lip, embarrassed at having to repeat yourself to him. "i-i'll do it. wanna do it." you can feel satoru debating on whether your plea is enough for him. "please." and then it's enough. satoru is looming over you in an instant, hands on the waistband of your jeans, pulling them carefully down your legs. even the friction of the fabric against your legs as it slides down is enough to make you rub your thighs together. satoru throws your jeans across the bedroom before sliding his hands up your legs, caressing your thighs, pawing at the plush of your love handles and stomach. any other time, a man paying such close attention to your body might've made you feel self-conscious, but with satoru it was different. you could see in his eyes just how much he was enjoying this- enjoying you. "you done this before, pretty?" he asks you, fingering the hem of your tube top. you nod shyly. "...only twice. with one person." and satoru thinks he could cum just from hearing that. almost as priceless as a virgin. and from what shoko had told him, he figured that it was your freshman year of college since the last time you'd done anything besides play with that vibrator shoko says you keep on your nightstand constantly.
♡ satoru, who lifts the tube top from you, carefully removing it from your body, as he tries to get your limbs to comply with his movements. "no bra? naughty girl." he whispers to you. you're laid bare for him, nothing but your panties covering you. "you ready?" you give him a small nod, trying to cover your tits from his vision, but he quickly pulls your arms away. "don't hide from me." his voice is demanding, the most sinister he's sounded since the moment you met him. satoru wastes no time in leaning down, pressing gentle kisses to your neck. ah, at least he's gentle. but his gentle nature doesn't last long. the kisses he places on your neck quickly turn into harsh bites, and you can't conceal the whines that spill from your mouth. your knees try to come together to push him off of you, but you're quickly subdued as satoru parts them with ease. "c'mon, don't push me away, sweetheart." satoru licks, sucks, and bites at your neck as his weight becomes heavier on top of you. one of his hands finds your tit, his thumb roaming over your peaked nipple, playing with it, tweaking it, until his mouth becomes bored of you neck and moves to your free breast. it feel so good. his mouth is warm on your nipple, his teeth harsh when he bites down. not so hard that's it's tortuous, but harsh enough for you to lose your breath momentarily. his bites soothe you by turning into a gentle suck, his tongue playing with the nipple in his mouth. he swirls his tongue around, and god, you wonder what'd it feel like if he was doing it to your clit.
♡ you, who doesn't have to wait long for satoru to move down south. his lips brush against your stomach, his hands lightly tracing your ribs as he finds his way to your cunt, already soaked through your underwear. satoru presses a thumb to your clothed clit, "wow, what a body you have." he sounds amazed. "even virgins don't get this wet." you can barely process what he's saying - you're euphoric as he plays with your throbbing clit through your panties. every time your legs come up to suffocate him as a response to the gentle touches, he pushes them away. one of his hands holds down your knee as he paws at your clit, teases your clothed hole with a finger. and then he places his mouth on your clit. the feeling is like nothing you've ever felt before. a sea of euphoria washes over you as satoru's mouth latches onto your clit, his tongue flicking and licking at it before gently sucking on it. your body is writhing underneath his touch, your hips undulating as one of your hands reaches for his hair. you don't even realize that you're using your grip on his hair to press his mouth into your clit, begging for something harsher. satoru smiles against your clit before pushing your panties to the side. "baby wants more?" and you gasp as his mouth is directly on your clit. "ah! y-yes! oh my god, yes!" your other hand finds his hair, a vice grip on him, directing his head exactly where you want him to go. it's not like satoru wouldn't have done so on his own, but his cock is throbbing at the way you're attempting to take control of him. someone challenging the satoru gojo? he's up for it.
♡ you, who has no control over the coil deep in your core snapping as satoru eats you out like a professional. at some point, he completely discarded your panties. satoru sits on his knees between your thighs, his mouth on your clit and two fingers knuckle-deep inside of you, twisting and turning, scissoring your insides and brushing against your g-spot until you're brought to yet another orgasm. your entire body is shaking with pleasure, the orgasm so much more intense than the ones you have when you sober - the ones you bring upon yourself. satoru is completely entranced by your cunt. it's so perfect, he could spend hours between your legs. practically untouched, you're dripping wet, your clit just perfect, and you're so turned on it's no longer hidden by your cute little hood. all of you is perfect, and satoru loves the fucked-out expressions your typically innocent face is making. he loves hearing you moan and gasp, whine and cry out, begging, "please don't stop! i'm so close!" you obviously don't know what it's like to be fucked right. after bringing you to your second orgasm, satoru doesn't think he can hold it in any longer. his cock is leaking, aching and begging for some sort of release.
♡ satoru, who finds himself unbuttoning his jeans and throwing his shirt off. oh, how you wish you were sober enough to make out his sculpted body. he stands up for only a moment to take his jeans and briefs off, throwing them across the room, as well. he hops back on the bed, lifting your leg and kissing the inside of your thigh, biting and sucking at it as he adjusts himself between your legs. "ready for more, pretty girl? final show." you nod slowly, the room around you spinning. "aw, you don't sound too excited. maybe s' too much for you?" your heart drops, the anxiety returning. "n-no! i wan' it." your response only elicits a sigh from satoru. not good enough. "p-please satoru! please fuck me! wan' you to fuck me and no one else. wanna be one of your girls..." that's it. the look in satoru's eyes is absolutely feral. "oh, you wanna be one of my girls? want me to fuck you like one of my girls?" you nod as furiously as you can. "think you can handle it, pretty girl?" yes. yes, you can handle it.
♡ satoru, who you think will enter you gently, will fuck you softly. instead, he lines his cockhead up with your entrance gently pushing in the tip before violently bottoming out inside of you. all the breath is gone from your lungs in a matter of seconds. satoru gives you no time to recover, his hands finding your hips, fucking into you at a mach three speed. the sound of skin slapping and your uncontrollable screams fill the bedroom. your head knocks against satoru's headboard as he continues to abuse your cervix. you can't catch your breath. one of his hands travels down to your cunt, thumb rubbing at your clit and you're completely overwhelmed with the sensations coming over you, not in waves, but in a tsunami, crashing down on you with full force. your clit is throbbing as satoru pounds into you over and over and over and - and you can't stop thinking about the absolute euphoria you're feeling. you don't know if it's from the weed or the alcohol, but there's no pain in the way satoru fucks into you, only pleasure so intense, it brings tears to your eyes. your hand reaches up, placing your palm flat against the headboard to give your head a bit of relief from the constant smacking of it against the wood.
♡ satoru, who never lets you rest. the moment he pulls his cock out of you, he flips you onto your stomach as if you were light as a feather. he manipulates and contorts your body, lifting up hips up into the air and spreading your thighs, taking a moment to admire the sight of your pretty cunt spread wide open just for him. he can't help but dip his tongue in a few times, causing you to cry out, muffled against the pillows. "sorry, pretty girl. you're just too irresistible. and you're doing so good for me. thought i'd give you a little reward." you moan out as satoru continues to lap at your cunt, your legs threatening to give way as he brings you dangerously close to another orgasm. but just when you think that coil is about to snap once again, he stops. his tongue is instantly replaced by his cock, continuing his assault on your cervix. this time, it's so much deeper, so deep you swear you can feel him in your guts. his arm wraps around your midsection, helping hold you upright as he fucks into you with not a care in the world. his balls, heavy and full of cum, slap against your cunt, but it's not enough for satoru. his free hand finds your clit, rubbing it sideways, rubbing circles on it. it's too much. satoru presses his pelvis into you, pushing your face even further into the mattress. "so, so good for me, pretty girl." satoru says from behind you. he leans down, his body caging yours in as bites at you neck, surely leaving marks. his lips are right next to you ear. "really are one of my girls. if you take cock this good, might jus' make you my only girl." his words leave you trembling. he's not just amazing at sex, he's amazing at telling girls what they want to hear. satoru likes to think it's always been one of his selling points, always able to tell girls what they want to hear so that he can get what he wants from them.
♡ satoru, who fucks you so good you lose your mind. you're babbling and moaning, whining and crying as satoru fucks into you from behind. the arm that held up your midsection is gone, now restraining one of your arms, holding it behind your back as he relentlessly bullies your insides. the tears flowing from your eyes are soaked up by the mattress, and satoru keeps whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he brings you to orgasm over and over again. "this cunt is so perfect, sweet girl. really - hah - really can't believe you kept this from me. fits me just right." he's so deep his pelvis slams into your ass over and over, the noise filling the room along with his grunts and your muffled screams. at this point, you are screaming. the overwhelming feeling of being overstimulated and the constant slamming of his cock into you, it's all too much. the way satoru sometimes lets his free hand grab at the fat of your ass, slapping it, then caressing it to cool the burning left behind.
♡ satoru, who leans down, telling you, "m' so close, baby. where d'ya want it?" satoru, who asks, but has full intention on cumming inside of you. a cunt this perfect? he can't imagine doing anything but attempting to fill you with his babies. he imagines you'd be so cute knocked up. "i-i," you can barely get your words out. "in-inside, satoru, please. please, cum inside me. w-wan' you to f-fill me up, please." satoru, who decides that he must have you. even if it means keeping you high 24/7, he's willing to do it. he's willing to do anything to keep a slut this perfect. one whose a slut only for him. "oh yeah, i can do that, pretty girl. wanna have my babies?" you nod furiously into the pillow. "please! yes, please!" and that's all it takes to bring satoru over the edge. he cums hard, his balls tightening as he spills everything he has into you. he's not sure he's ever blown a load this big. but how could anyone blame him? he's found the perfect cunt for his cock - cinderella's slipper if you will. he leans against your back for a bit of support as his own body begins to shake, your cunt cumming in response to being filled up, spasming and squirting all over him. satoru watches, bleary-eyed, as his cum mixes with your juices and flows out of you like honey. your legs shake, your entire body shakes, as you babble on, thanking him for the orgasm, begging for more. you're so cute. satoru just can't get enough of you.
♡ you, who is just coming down from your high when satoru brings you a towel and tap water from his bathroom. you, who can barely keep your eyes open from the way your body has been abused through the night. you don't know how long it lasted, but you can hear that the music has died down downstairs. satoru wipes you off with the towel, forcing you to drink a little water, as he knows you're going to be so fucked in the morning. you can barely talk, so satoru tells you to sleep instead. it doesn't take you more than a couple of minutes to fall asleep.
♡ satoru, who after you fall asleep, takes a shower and texts geto. he leaves you alone in his room, bundled up in blankets before making his way to geto's room. satoru sits on the floor, sighing and shaking his still-wet hair. "that's some good shit, suguru. keep that in the rotation." geto smiles at his best friend. "told you it was great. what was better, though? the weed or the girl?" satoru laughs and shakes his head. "not sure, think i'm gonna keep both around for now." geto sports a pout. "at least include me next time."
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satorucci · 1 month ago
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HIIIWWEEEE!!!!! I LOVE UR DAD TOJI WORK HAD ME SCREAMING ATP
BTW HOW U DOIN'???? CAN I BE YOUR NONNIE???? Also I've a request what about stepdad!toji and dbf!nanami/dad's bestfriend!nanami catching the naive!reader masturbating in her room after she thought no one was home???? AND THEY ACTUALLY FUCK HER (soft dom type)
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OMGGGGG HIIIIIII !!!! <3333
i am doing quite, well, nonnie! thank you for asking!! and how are you? is life good, any other good fics/authors you've been reading??
YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY BE MY NONNIE!!!!! i dub thee honorable nonnie of the satorucci blog!!!
what an immaculate idea hehe, yes honorable nonnie, this shall be added to the wips! please be on the lookout for this fic and others, but i am quite invested in this one. the nanami/toji dynamic is one i don't see often, so i am villainously plotting this fic mwahahahaha
thank you for your engagement and support, honorable nonnie! i hope you are having an absolutely wonderful day/night! thank you again for your support <33 stay safe, angel!
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