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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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