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Hi, sweetheart. I'd like to ask a request about Gojo x daughter reader.
The reader got jealous of Gojo when she saw him with a woman (they were just talking), and she decided to have a boyfriend to make her dad jealous.
She reached her aim. Gojo became jealous when he saw the reader kissing a boy. When they got home, Gojo reminded her who she belonged to.
(In the end, Gojo learns her aim. When he says to the reader that the woman is only a friend, she starts to cry, hugs him, and confesses that she has a boyfriend because she wants to make him jealous.)
thanks in advancee ♥
hi fumi! of course, thank you for this request 💙 i hope you like it!
pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader
word count: 2.5k
content warning: incest (dad x daughter), dubcon, smut, unprotected sex, cheating (technically)
STROLLING through the busy streets, the city lights cast a warm glow on everything around you. The evening air is cool, and you wrap your coat tighter around you, seeking comfort. Turning a familiar corner, you suddenly pause, your heart skipping a beat. There, across the street, in front of the quaint little café you both love, you see him. Satoru’s there, with another woman.
You watch as they laugh together, her hand casually brushing against his arm. The intimacy between them feels like a dagger to your chest. You take a step back, your mind racing, questions swirling like a storm. Was everything you shared just a lie? Did he mean nothing of what he said to you when you first crossed the line? Were all those nights you spent wrapped around each other just a way for him to get by, until he found himself someone new?
Standing there, hidden in the shadows, you feel a mix of anger, sadness, and betrayal welling up inside you. The woman leans in closer, kissing his cheek, and you feel a sting of jealousy you’ve never known before. You want to confront them, demand answers, but your feet feel rooted to the ground, paralyzed by the sight of them together.
When Satoru’s mad, it’s unmistakable. His playful and relaxed demeanor disappears, replaced by an icy gaze that’s intensified because of his bright blue eyes. The air around him almost seems to tense up, creating an atmosphere that signals he’s not to be trifled with.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) for you, now is one of those times.
“Who the hell was that?” His voice is low and steady as he speaks, each word cutting through the air like a blade. His hand clutches your arm firmly, and a part of him is surprised that he was able to control his fury when he saw someone else kissing you, right outside your (technically his) home. He had the right mind to scare the guy away by introducing himself, before hauling you inside the house.
You give a sly smile once he questions you. “Oh, Megumi? He’s my boyfriend,” you tell him, meeting his gaze head-on. You can see the anger and jealousy in his eyes, and you revel in it. “Sorry, I wasn’t able to introduce him to you properly. We just couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves.”
Satoru’s grip on your arm tightens, a vein pulsing visibly in his temple. “Boyfriend?” he scoffs, the word laced with venom. “You think this is some kind of game? Playing around with other men while we’re together?” His eyes bore into yours, those normally playful blue orbs now storm clouds of barely contained rage. He pulls you closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper against your ear, “Don’t play coy with me.”
Your smile falters for a moment, momentarily rethinking if you’re doing the right thing, but you regain your composure once flashes of him and that woman appear in the back of your mind. "Oh, Daddy, you’re so sweet,” you say, pulling away from his hold and turning away. “But I think I need to explore my options a bit more.”
Satoru’s eyes narrow dangerously at your words. In a flash, he spins you around and pins your back against the wall, caging you in with his arms on either side. His face hovers just a hair’s breadth away from yours, his hot breath ghosting across your lips. “Let’s be clear about something,” he growls, body pressing flush against yours and trapping you in place. “You belong to me.”
Without warning, he crushes his mouth against yours in a bruising, punishing kiss meant to assert his dominance. One hand grips your jaw in an iron hold while the other slides down your body to your thigh, hitching your leg up around his waist. He grinds against you relentlessly, letting you feel every inch of his desire. When he finally pulls back, he’s disheveled and agitated, burning with unrestrained passion and possession. “And I won’t let anyone else touch what’s mine,” he rasps, biting down hard on your lower lips.
You gasp, your breath catching in your throat as Satoru’s touch ignites a fire within you, despite your better judgment. You try to push him away, but his grip is too strong. “S-Stop it,” you stammer, the words escaping your lips like a plea and a challenge all at once. Your initial defiance nearly crumbles under the intensity of his gaze and the raw power of his kiss. The anger that had fueled you earlier fades into something else entirely — a mixture of fear, arousal, and an undeniable sense of submission. You know he won’t let this go easily; he never does when it comes to what he wants.
Satoru pauses, his head tilting slightly as he listens to your fragmented words. A smirk plays on his lips, an almost mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Stop?” he echoes mockingly. “But why would I stop? You’re enjoying this, baby.”
He leans down and kisses you again, more demanding than before. His tongue explores the cavern of your mouth with practiced expertise, tasting the sweetness of surrender on your trembling lips. His hands wander freely over every inch of exposed skin — tracing circles on your hips that send shivers racing down your spine, tugging gently at the hem of your dress to expose more of your skin, and finally finding his way under it altogether as he kneads the sensitive flesh of your thigh. His fingers move further up to touch your center, rubbing against the fabric of your panties to find them damp, much to his amusement. “I can’t believe I raised such a slut… you’re already wet.”
You try to resist, but the fire within him is too intense; it consumes everything around it, including you. “I’m… I’m not a s-slut,” you whine, even as your hips start to grind down against his fingers minutely, hoping he doesn’t notice.
But Satoru does — of course he does. He’s acutely aware of every sound and every movement when it comes to you, and that’s exactly why he knows you want this. "Oh, but you are,” he purrs, using his other hand to free himself from his slacks then his boxers and letting his hard cock hit his stomach as it stands proudly. He sees the subtle shift of your eyes, looking down at his erection with both desire and longing. “Don’t try to deny it, you slut,“ he murmurs against your skin, tracing lines from your clit to your slit, your underwear soaked in record time. “Tell me… can that Megumi make you feel like this?”
Your breath hitches in your throat. His words, laced with such raw desire and possessiveness, seem to unlock something within you. The last vestiges of resistance crumble away, replaced by a hunger that washes over you like a tidal wave. It’s been weeks since he’s last touched you like this, and so you lean into him, arching your back slightly as his hands move across your body. “N-No… I…” you begin breathlessly, though no coherent words form on your lips. All thoughts are consumed by the heat building between you, amplified tenfold by Satoru’s relentless ministrations.
He takes advantage of this moment of vulnerability, pressing forward with renewed fervor he pulls you even closer until your bodies are skin to skin. His lips move down your jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake before finding their way to the sensitive flesh beneath your ear. "Let me give you what you really want,” he whispers, his voice husky with satisfaction as you melt further into him. He pulls aside your panties, just enough so he can press his tip against your waiting entrance. “Ready for me?” he asks quietly, but there’s an undeniable edge to his voice — a promise of something wild and untamed waiting just beyond the surface, akin to the first time he had you.
He doesn’t wait for an answer; instead, he lowers himself further until his lips are hovering just above your breast, teasingly nipping at the sensitive nipple before he sinks inside you slowly.
You moan softly, arching into his touch as a wave of pleasure envelops you. Your hands grip tightly onto his shoulders, digging your nails into the flesh beneath as you try to contain yourself, all while pulling him closer as if you could draw him inside yourself entirely. You don’t even realize that you’re pushing yourself down on his length, hissing at the initial discomfort yet unable to stop yourself from seeking more. “Shit,” you breathe out, the curse expressing both pain and pleasure. “Daddy…”
Satoru groans, a deep rumble in his chest that vibrates through your body. He tightens his grip on your hips, thrusting into you at a steady pace as you gyrate your hips down onto him with an urgency that mirrors his own. “There’s my good girl,” he praises you, savoring the sounds escaping your lips like a prayer. One of his hands slides up to cup your face, tilting it upwards so you can meet his gaze directly while he pounds into you, just the way he knows you like. His eyes are dark and intense, burning into yours with a possessive fire that both terrifies and excites you, though you see a hint of vulnerability there. “You missed me,” he states softly, more than he asks, a stark contrast to his harsh movements.
You can only nod, unable to disregard him or protest. Your mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions that you can’t quite comprehend, but each one of them call out to him. “So much,” you whisper back, the words barely audible above the pounding of your heart.
Satoru doesn’t hesitate. He kisses you deeply again, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as if trying to claim ownership over it entirely. His hands roam freely over your body now — tracing lines along your spine before finding their way down to grab your ass firmly in his grasp. “Me too. I… missed you, baby,” he murmurs against your lips between kisses, his voice rough with desire as he pushes deeper into you. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about.”
It’s the raw honesty of it all that makes you falter for a moment. The jealousy you have been suppressing bubbles up inside of you, hot and suffocating. “But I saw you…” you say suddenly, pulling back slightly so you can look into his eyes — searching for some hint of remorse or understanding but finding only an unyielding intensity instead. “Weeks ago,” you force yourself to continue despite the tremor in your voice. “With someone else… at that café downtown.”
Satoru freezes mid-thrust, his eyebrows furrowing like he’s deep in thought before his eyes widen as a moment of clarity finally hits. He doesn’t speak for a long moment, simply staring at you to take in your eyes that have begun to tear up. Finally, he leans down and kisses you again — this time softer, more tender than before. “Jealous?” he murmurs against your lips when he pulls back enough to look at you once more. “You shouldn’t be.”
“Shouldn’t I? She… didn’t she kiss you?” you argue back, not relenting this time even as he showers you with more affection. A mixture of hurt and confusion swirl within you, similar to what you felt when you first saw the scene before you.
“She made a move on me,” he explains patiently, almost apologetically, tracing shapes onto your skin because he knows that it always calms you down. “I didn’t encourage it. I made it clear I wasn’t interested… and I even… pushed her away, though she wasn’t too pleased about it.”
He turns his head, and that’s when you see a scratch, now scabbed over, right by his cheek.
You bite your lip, a wave of shame (and relief) washing over you. “I didn’t… I didn’t know. I thought you… so I… with Megumi,” you try to explain yourself, but the words just get jumbled up on your tongue. You want to make amends because you hurt him, even using someone else to satisfy your petty pride, yet you’re afraid that it’ll make things worse and that he’ll realize just how awful you are then truly find someone new. “I’m s-sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry…” you sob, shutting your eyes tightly and clinging onto him, as if he’ll disappear at any moment if you didn’t.
“Look at me, my sweet girl,” he says gently, cupping your face in his hands and brushing his thumbs lightly against your cheekbones to clear away the tears that are flowing down them. His gaze is unwavering, neither disappointed nor infuriated. “I’m sorry, too, for not making it more clear to you. You’re the only one that matters to me, the only one I want,” Satoru states resolutely, his lips pecking yours. "Don’t you forget it.” He resumes moving within you slowly at first — testing the waters after your brief exchange — then gradually increasing the pace until you are both lost in a rhythm of passion and need. He wants nothing more than to rid your expression of the lingering hurt and uncertainty in them.
You welcome him back with fervor, the memory of that day slowly fading away like smoke on the wind, replaced only by the raw intensity of your reunion. “Daddy… Daddy, please,” you moan, moving against him to take him deeper. It’s not a plea for mercy; it’s a desperate cry for more — an invitation for him to take you without restraint and to leave no room for doubt, in both your mind and your body.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Satoru deepens his thrusts even further, driving himself into you until there is no space between you but skin and bone and pure, unadulterated desire. He groans against your lips, feeling you respond to him and matching his pace with an eagerness that sets fire to every nerve ending in his body. “Let go, baby,” he urges softly, his gaze locked on yours. “Just let go.”
You whimper in response as every bit of space within you is claimed until you feel like you’re about to burst — and then you cry out for him, clenching around him tightly once the coil inside you quickly unravels.
Satoru follows close behind, grunting into your hair as he spills deep inside you while you hold onto him tightly, even as you ride out the wave of ecstasy that consumes you entirely. He bends forward, to rest his forehead against yours, breathing heavily while savoring the feeling of being so completely connected to you despite the chaos that raged between you prior to this. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
You look into his mesmerizing blue eyes, recognizing how they’re filled with tenderness, but you also see in them something deeper. It’s what you’ve always struggled to decipher when you got older, though you were drawn into it nonetheless, so you return his smile and give him a nod.
He smiles then — a slow, lazy grin that spreads across his face like sunshine breaking through clouds — and it sends another rush of warmth flooding through you.
pairing: fushiguro toji x f!reader
word count: 2.1k
content warning: smut, non-consensual sex, unprotected sex, spanking, dacryphilia, mentions of drugs and blood
THE moonlight casts eerie shadows across your room as you lay in bed, half-asleep. Suddenly, you hear a faint creak of the floorboards, barely noticeable yet impossible to ignore. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you hold your breath, straining to hear any other sound. Just as you think you might have imagined it, the silhouette of a man appears in the mirror in your room, slightly illuminated by the dim glow of your nightlight.
Panic surges through your chest. You stumble out of bed, your hands grasping at anything to help or defend yourself, but the intruder is faster. In an instant, his hand is clamped over your mouth, silencing your scream with a cold press of his palm against your lips.
Your pulse thunders in your ears. You thrash, but he’s strong, pinning you against the wall effortlessly. His voice is low as he whispers close to your ear, “Don’t try any stupid shit, kitten.”
The moment you hear his voice, your blood runs cold. It’s deep and gravelly, with that unmistakable edge of menace that sends shivers down your spine. The calculated calmness in his words, every syllable harsh and derisive, and that sickly sweet pet name make your heart race. You recognize that voice — Fushiguro Toji, your neighbor. The man you would exchange polite nods with, sometimes even trivial small talk, in the elevator is now inside your home.
You could smell the faint scent of something metallic on his clothes. You try to push him off, but his grip tightens, his rough hand now wrapping around your wrist, forcing you to still. The room feels like it’s closing in, your vision narrowing as you struggle for air through the gaps between his fingers. Thoughts race — how did he get in? What did he want? But there’s no time for answers.
With a swift, practiced motion, Toji presses a cloth against your nose. The sweet, chemical scent floods your senses. No, you thought, struggling again, your body growing weaker with each passing second. Everything around you begins to blur, the edges of your vision darkening.
His cold, calculating eyes are focused on you while he holds you upright to keep you from falling. It’s only when the tension in your body loosens that he pushes you back onto your bed. “Finally…” he mutters, looking at you appreciatively. “I got you.”
You try your best to move, anxiety now mixing with fear because of the glint in his eyes while he towers over you. But no matter how much you strain yourself, it’s like you’re paralyzed, only able to whine, hoping he gets the message to take whatever he wants as long as he leaves you alone.
“You’re a pretty little thing,” Toji rasps, his voice rough like sandpaper against silk. He trails a finger down your face, wiping away the tears that fall on your cheeks. “Such a shame to waste all that on some pathetic whimpering.” He leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth.
Your sounds, the only thing you’re able to make and do in your helpless state, are muffled by his kiss. You can feel his weight bearing you down, and even if you could move, you know you would have no room or chance to. Instead, you cry harder, nostrils flaring and eyes shutting with uncontrollable tears.
The sight of you when Toji pulls back has him holding you tighter, a stiffness in his pants that he can hardly ignore. “Ah, so sweet,” he murmurs against your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip. “And so fragile… it makes me want to break you even more, kitten.” His hand slides under your shirt, tugging it off of you before pulling you closer so that you’re practically pressed against him.
Terror grips you. Your instincts scream at you to fight back then run, but your body is frozen in place, rooted by the cold, unsettling dread that washes over you. His voice, so compelling and chilling, echoes through the room, confirming your worst fears. It’s really him. Toji's here… not for money, but for you. And that terrifies you.
His hard body is a furnace against yours, and you can feel your breath catching in your throat. His hand slides down to cup your breast, squeezing gently but firmly, while his other hand dips lower, skimming over your stomach before hooking into the waistband of your panties. Toji tugs sharply — once, twice — so it snaps against your skin with an audible smack, earning a high-pitched whine from you. A low growl rumbles in his chest at the softness of your skin which contrasts sharply with the roughness of his calloused fingertips. He leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he purrs, "You're going to enjoy this."
With that, he flips you around on the bed, your cheeks pressed against the pillows. The sight of your skin and trembling body ignites a hunger inside him. He wants to touch every inch of exposed flesh until you’re writhing beneath his fingertips.
But he holds back. This isn’t about pleasure — not yet anyway. It’s about power.
Finally, he pulls down the last barrier between you down your thighs and legs, throwing your damp underwear aside. Toji can feel the heat radiating off your body in waves, and can almost smell the salt of tears on your skin as you sob. He can’t help but grip you a bit tighter, guiding you towards his erection, and marvel at how you shudder beneath his touch.
“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he murmurs darkly. “And you won’t be able to run.” To punctuate his words, he brings his hand down hard on your ass with a harsh spank. Your flesh jiggles from the impact, and he feels himself grow harder. He lets you go for a moment only to fumble with the button and zipper of his pants and to pull them down along with his boxers, his hard cock already leaking with pre-cum because of you.
Even if you couldn’t crane your neck, you could hear him stroke himself and grunt, gnawing at your anxiety with every passing second. Is there anything you can do to stop him? You could hardly feel your toes and utter no more than two syllables, and no matter how much or how hard you cry, he isn’t fazed — in fact, he seems like he gets off of it. You’re only brought out from your thoughts when he spanks you hard again, the sound almost taunting and insulting as it echoes in your ears.
Toji leans in close from behind, his clothed body flush against your naked one. “You’re going to be a good little slut for me now, aren’t you?” The words are degrading and humiliating, but you aren’t able to muster a reply, as he gets to work, dragging his fingers through your slick folds teasingly before bringing them up to suck between his lips. “Mmm… even better than I imagined,” he groans approvingly at your taste before pushing two thick digits inside without warning. He pumps them rapidly in and out of your velvet heat while using his thumb to rub your clit.
You gasp, the sudden stretch uncomfortable and almost painful, even if it’s meant to prepare you. It hurts, you want to say, but all you can do is wince and gurgle out, “No, To–Toji… no, ple–ease…!”
Pumping faster and harder inside you, he curls his digits to rub against that sensitive spot deep within, eliciting a spark of something… is it pleasure? You’re afraid to find out. “No? But kitten, you’re so wet… I can feel how badly this pussy wants me.” Toji finger-fucks you closer and closer to orgasm, enough for your thighs to shake, but then he suddenly withdraws from between your legs.
You catch yourself nearly protesting (unsure if it's at the loss of stimulation or that he seems to be planning something else), but he immediately grabs your pliant body to readjust you forcefully, ass higher up and back arched — "just like a cat," he mumbles. With his other hand, he uses it to grip his massive cock and to rub it along your slit teasingly.
Coating himself in your slick arousal, he presses the thick tip against your entrance. “You’ll be mine after tonight.” Pushing just barely inside you without fully penetrating yet, he grinds against you slowly while continuing to hold eye contact intensely. “I’m going to fucking ruin this pussy for anyone else.”
You don’t even realize it, but you’re writhing beneath him. You’re pushing yourself further down onto your pillows, mouth hanging open, as he pushes forward, inch by excruciating inch. His fingers were nowhere near this — your mind has gone blank, partly from the pain but mostly from the fullness of it all. It’s like you feel him everywhere, all at once. And just when you think it’s over, he moves again until he’s finally buried to the hilt inside you with a low groan.
“Fuck, kitten,” he grunts, his own breath coming out in heavy pants. “You’ll get me addicted to your tight little cunt.” The thick length of his cock drags along every sensitive nerve ending inside as he pulls out slightly, before he harshly thrusts back in, stretching you wide open once more. He does this over and over again, the force of his powerful hips slamming against yours repeatedly, like a broken record, causing the bed to creak.
You whimper, unable to do much else besides tilt your head as far as you’re able, and you find him almost crazed. His eyes are darker than ever, focused on the way you’re taking him, and his iron grip on your hips leaves you almost certain that your skin is bruised.
When he notices you staring, he chuckles, akin to the first time you saw him. “Almost forgot.” His hand reaches in front of you, finding your hardened nub too easily. “A reward for you, kitten. For taking me… ah, so well.” He begins to rub it in tight circles, drinking in every sound you make — even the no’s and the stop’s coming from your lips — never slowing down, even if your words finally leave you.
You gnash your teeth so hard you think you’ve chipped them, refusing to let the coil inside you unravel from this... because of him, but it’s useless. Even if you use every muscle in your body to hold back, you come. You come so hard you see stars when your eyes shut, you scream his name you think your other neighbors will hear you, and you still completely in Toji’s arms.
But instead of stopping, he slams into you harder now, driving himself deep inside until there's no space left inside you that he hasn't touched or hit. “Gonna… fill you up, kitten,” he huffs out, moving both his hands to hold you steady. Soon enough, hot pulses of release shoot from him, hips bucking into your helpless, oversensitive body.
When you squirm underneath him, you belatedly realize that you can move better now, but you can’t bring yourself to, now that you’ve been used like this. Your eyes are half-open and hollow, swollen from all your crying and threatening to close from fatigue. You feel your head turn, only because of his calloused hand gripping your chin, so he can have you meet his gaze.
For the first time since you’ve met him, Toji smiles. It’s a twisted expression that feels more like a threat than a gesture of warmth. The corners of his mouth curl up, but there’s something sinister in his eyes that makes your skin crawl. He leans in, just enough to peck your lips that you feel the scar on the side of his mouth.
"Mine.”
That’s the last thing you hear before everything fades to black.
When you wake next, the air in the bedroom is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft hum of the city outside the window. You’re alone now, but in your mind, the night’s horrors immediately replay and echo, causing that heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach to resurface. You wishfully think it was all a nightmare, but the dampness and sting between your legs, the bruises on your skin, and the water that starts to run in the bathroom tell you otherwise.
There’s a pain that lingers, not just from your body, but deep inside you — a constant reminder of the darkness... and the man that will haunt you forever.
pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader
word count: 1.6k
content warning: incest (dad x daughter), smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, a mention of blood
ONCE the bathroom door closes and the shower starts running, you let out a heavy sigh as the hot water cascades over your aching muscles. You try to focus on washing yourself, but you can't help but think back to the brief glances between you and Satoru, just before you headed upstairs.
It's been a week since he unknowingly opened the door on you while you were bathing — the two of you were stunned, eyes raking over each other's bodies (it has been years since you've taken a bath together, after all) and somehow, along the way, you were pressed against each other, kissing. The two of you only stopped when your shampoo bottle got knocked over, as if bringing him to his senses, and he hasn't spoken to you about it since.
One hand trails down your stomach, remembering the sweet taste on his tongue — was it one of those desserts that he always liked to bring home from his many business trips, or maybe it was the soda he would usually drink every dinnertime? Whatever it was, it only adds to the fantasies that fill your mind. You dip lower, stroking your clit as images of him pleasuring you flash behind your eyes. "D-Daddy..." A soft moan escapes your lips.
Unbeknownst to you, the sound drifts outside the bathroom door, muffled but unmistakable to Satoru's ears. He was only supposed to pass by and get to his room, praying to the gods that he wouldn't see you, else you would see the bulge in his pants. It's been this way since he's kissed you — since he realized that you aren't the same little girl you used to be anymore. Well, you were still little, still so small compared to him, and you were still his girl, as you would always be, but... you had grown. Grown to the point that he could hardly go a night without a raging hard-on, thinking back to that day one week ago.
Another moan, louder this time, accompanied by your breathy voice calling out for "Daddy."
Satoru's eyes go wide, his hard cock twitching at the erotic sound. "I shouldn't... it's not right." But even as he says it, he makes no move to pull away from the door or block out the sounds of your building pleasure floating to him. He's throbbing in his hand, aching to join you. "Just a peek, to make sure she's okay." He knows it's a thin excuse, but he's too far gone to think clearly anymore.
You rest your back against the shower wall, head thrown back as your fingers rub and thrust inside your wet slit with increasing urgency. "Y-Yes, Daddy!" you pant, your eyes shut tightly while you lose yourself in pleasure. You can almost see him, feel him in your mind, large hands roaming every part of your body and warm mouth claiming every inch of your skin.
Satoru peers through the cracked door and meets with the sight of you, his little girl, pumping your delicate fingers frantically in and out of your dripping cunt. Your head is thrown back in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream. That sight breaks whatever's left of his resolve. Unable to resist any longer, he slips into the steamy bathroom.
Your eyes fly open in surprise at the clatter of something on the ground, and you've yet to process the sight of him stripping his clothes, cock jutting proudly from his body, not until he pushes you further against the wall and sinks to his knees in front of you. "D-Daddy?" While you imagined this a couple of times, you never expected to find him here, catching you in the act and just as riled up as you are. You groan when you're held in place, and you start to gasp when he wastes no time to eat you out. Your fingers were no match for his tongue, the pleasure going straight to your head with just a few licks and sucks. "O-Oh god... ngh, oh my g-god...!"
Satoru works his tongue expertly against your sex, lapping up your arousal with hungry licks. He moans at your sweet taste, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your core. He holds you firmly in place, watching your expression with dark, lust-filled eyes as you come undone from his ministrations. "That's it, baby. Let Daddy hear you." He reaches up to pinch and roll your nipples between his fingers, eliciting a wanton cry from your lips. He redoubles his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Your legs start to tremble as an intense orgasm builds deep in your belly. "Gonna come, baby? Gonna soak Daddy's face?"
The dirty words push you right over the edge. Your pussy flutters rhythmically around nothing as you scream for him, coating his mouth and chin with your juices. He greedily drinks up every drop while you ride out your high.
"Such a good girl..." he murmurs, planting kisses to your trembling thighs. He steadies you with his hands as he stands, spinning you around to press your chest against the wall. "Think you can handle more?"
You're still in your own haze of pleasure, legs shaky after such an intense orgasm, but the hardness pressing insistently against your back brings you back down to Earth. "Mhmm... want it, Daddy. Want you," you speak, voice barely above a whisper, yet the words seem to reverberate off the tiled walls.
"Fuck... you're driving me crazy, sweet girl." Satoru groans deeply behind you as you grind your ass against him, leaving him no doubt of how eager you are for him. He lines himself up at your dripping entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds. You whimper at this, begging him wordlessly to fill you, and it doesn't take long for him to sink inside with a hiss, slowly stretching your pussy perfectly. "So tight."
Your walls are clenching around him like a vice, and crimson colors the water beneath you, yet you can only whimper "Daddy" under your breath. Your body is trembling, and it hurts — but it hurts so good that your tears are brimming in the corners of your eyes and your back is arching into his movements.
He notices your tears and stops, not wanting to hurt you but unable to resist your implicit urging for more. "Color, baby? Want me to keep going?" He kisses your cheek, catching the stray tears that fall with his lips, and strokes your hair soothingly, waiting for your signal.
You lean into his touch, always finding his warmth comforting, and nod your head. "G-Green. Don't... s-stop." You want to tell him, in words and in actions, that you need this — need him, more than anything.
Satoru smiles, reaching around to rub your clit in tight circles, as if to soothe your pain with something else, before he resumes pushing in. "That's it, princess. You're doing so well for Daddy, see?" he praises, soon bottoming out inside you and holding still to allow you to adjust.
If it weren't for his iron grip on your hips, you'd think that he isn't on his last shred of control. Luckily for him, the pain slowly dissipates into pleasure, and you nod at him again to continue. That's when he begins to thrust in measured strokes, pulling out so that only his tip is inside then pushing back in unhurriedly, despite the voice inside him that's screaming at him to take you with wild abandon.
He does this a couple of times, until you're the one who's squirming in his hold and whining, "Daddy... a-ah, Daddy...! Faster... harder, p-please!"
Your words are all the permission Satoru needs to snap his hips in a punishing pace, balls slapping loudly against your soaked cunt. "Fuckin' hell," he grunts, pinching your swollen nub between his fingers, eliciting a needy moan. "Such a responsive little thing. I bet... bet you were thinking this would happen, weren't you, baby? You wanted Daddy to hear you touching yourself, so I'd fuck you... just like this, hm?" Every few words are punctuated by a harsh thrust that has your cheek pressing against the wall.
"N-No, I... I didn't," you protest weakly, struggling to reply the longer and deeper his pounding gets. If you did, you would have done it earlier, you want to say, but you're hovering on the edge in no time, all words leaving you. Your walls are clamping around him, another orgasm coiling inside you.
"You're close, aren't you?" he rasps behind you knowingly, already acquainting himself with your reactions, so he knows exactly what to do next time. "Daddy's gonna... gonna come too, baby. You'll take it, won't you? You'll take all of Daddy's cum in your sweet little pussy?"
A whimper and a nod from you — that's all he needs for him to work harder to give you what you both need, to keep going until you're screaming, pulsing around him as you milk him for all he's worth. He spills himself deep inside you with a guttural groan, hot jets of cum that never seem to end filling your clenching cunt.
You nearly collapse from the intensity, the only thing holding you up are Satoru's arms, which hold you close, while the aftershocks continue to wrack your sated body. "You okay, princess? Did Daddy hurt you?" His caring tone and gentle blue eyes show no trace of the dominant force that just thoroughly pleasured your body.
You shake your head with a sleepy smile, nuzzling contently against his chest and basking in the afterglow in his embrace. "I love you, Daddy."
The hot spray of the shower soothes the tension in your bodies, but it's no match for the warmth spreading in Satoru's chest at your words. "I love you too, my sweet girl." He can't help but press a kiss to your forehead.
