Shiu's #1 Whore/Wife

Idly, you leaned in to press a kiss of your own on his Adam's apple, smiling against his skin as you took in the musk of his cologne. The contact of your cheek against his jaw itches upon grazing on his familiar stubble.

Smirking down at you, he pulled away and retracted his hand from your hip and calf, walking over to sit on the cushion chair across from you. He grabbed the glass of wine you poured for him and took a sip.

You finally sat up with a mischievous smile while ignoring the flush of your cheeks, placing your crossed arms on the table to lean towards him. “Done?”

Shiu simply gave you a single nod, giving you that lazy smirk. “Do you like it here, doll?”

“Mm,” you hummed. “It’s a nice view out here.”

“Are you talking about the actual scenery or me?” he teased.

“You of course,” you flirted back at him sweetly, already slightly tipsy from the wine that you have indulged yourself in generously.

His smirk widened as he reached his hand across the table to brush a strand of your hair away from your eyes, to which you leaned against the touch with a wide smile. You were so cute like this. “Gonna tell me why you were late?”

“Sorry about that,” you murmured, a grin slowly forming, showing absolutely no remorse.

He rolled his eyes and replied sarcastically, “Yeah, I’m sure you’re sorry.”

“I had my reasons!”

“Care to explain?”

“Well,” you started, leaning back with a charming smile that always gravitated the room towards you, “this morning, I went to this bar—”

“Drinking from the morning?”

“Hush,” you giggled, pressing your finger on his plush lips to shut him up, while he simply smiled lazily at that, pressing a soft kiss against your finger.

“Go on.”

“Well,” you repeated with a grin, pressing your thumb against his bottom lip to gently tug it down, “when I went to this bar, a lady came up to me. Rich looking, maybe with a recent facelift, in her fifties. Had this humongous diamond wedding ring and she approached me…”

“To compliment how gorgeous you are?” he quipped with a smirk, to which you giggled and messily played with his lips to shush him more.

“Yes, that as well, but also she came in asking to murder her husband.”

“…”

Your smile simply widened as you laughed, shaking your head casually. “I know! She somehow knew who I was and promised that she’ll give me a very pricey sum and the diamond ring if I get the deed done.”

“And you agreed?”

“Of course!”

Shiu just stared at you with a deadpan before blinking a couple of times to snap himself out. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Apparently her husband was sleeping with someone—”

“Cheating?”

“No, open relationship. Usual rich people activity.”

“Ah.”

“But the problem was that he was sleeping with a girl without prior discussion… warning? I don’t exactly know how it worked for them. And then he got an STI, and she also got it. Thus the need for murder.”

“…”

“It was horrible though,” you sighed, ignoring his mild shock. “The husband was at it when I went to the hotel his wife sent me—”

He scrunched his nose. “I don’t need to know some man’s sex life in his fifties."

You laughed bubblingly. “Fair. Anyways, I killed the husband and the girl, she was in her late twenties—”

“You killed the girl as well?”

“Well that bitch was trying to fucking use me as a vouyering kink stimulator!” you grumbled in annoyance. “Also I realised she was that curse user that tried to sabotage me at Kyoto. Remember that? So I thought ‘oh wow killing two birds with one stone!’ And then she died and her blood sprayed everywhere. So annoying.”

Shiu wasn’t too surprised nor perturbed at that, running his thumb across your knuckles absentmindedly, but his eyes still screamed with confusion, desperately trying to process everything through your drunk, choppy ramblings. “…I see.”

You huffed in annoyance, but calmed down at his touch a little as you settled back on the chair. “Anyways, both of them are gone, and I got this ring.”

You brought out the wedding ring of the client and placed it in front of him. Shiu took it and inspected it closely, humming in intrigue—an overly large diamond that reeked of unnecessary wealth with its tacky size and design.

“Can you give it to a dealer and get me the money? I’ll give you twenty five percent of the money.”

He raised a brow. “Are you?”

You grinned. “Yes. I don’t want to go through that trouble. And, afterall, you’re paying for this hotel room and all this food and wine, aren’t you?”

“Deal.”

Watching him safely tuck the ring inside his inner pocket of his blazer, he smirked at you, admiring your flushed cheeks and droopy, tipsy eyes. You looked gorgeous like this.

The next few hours were spent with more drinking, eating and gossiping. If you weren’t already drunk, you were beyond gone at this point, with the tip of your tongue slurred and eyes hazy and giggles tumbling out of you uncontrollably.

“You haven’t complimented me yet,” you suddenly said, the edge of your lips pouting slightly.

Shiu raised a brow. “Am I supposed to?”

“Obviously.”

“Why?”

“Why?” you drawled, slurring, “Because you should be a gentleman!”

Shiu rolled his eyes. “Brat.”

“Asshole!”

“Oh wow, now you’re resorting to swearing?”

“Is it a crime for a girl to want a compliment?” you whined, pouting.

“Fishing for compliments?” he lazily quipped back, raising a brow. “So unclassy.”

“It’s for a necessary cause though.”

“And what is that?”

“A compliment from my favourite handler would make my day.”

Shiu smiled amusedly as you sulked and rolled your eyes in annoyance. Placing your chin on your palm, you looked out at the scenery, ignoring him with a huff.

“Fine, fine. I guess you find me ugly,” you grumbled.

Shiu rolled his eyes. You were a handful when you were drunk.

Suddenly he leaned in across the table to graze his lips across the column of your throat. Your eyes slightly widened. The skin tickled slightly, with the slight uncomfortable press against your airway. Pleasure surged through your body and your heart fluttered violently. A wide, satisfied smile tugged on your mouth as you closed your eyes blissfully.

 “You look gorgeous, doll. Makes my heart stop working when I look at you.”

“Good,” you hummed, meeting his eyes with a grin.

Shiu simply smiled back at you, fondly exasperated as he pressed another soft kiss on your throat before he pulled away. He stood up slowly and walked over to your side, watching amusedly as the alcohol finally took its toll and made your eyes droopy, drowsy. Picking you up effortlessly, he pressed you against his chest as he started to walk towards the bedroom.

“Come on, doll, let’s get you to bed.”

You smiled happily as you were carried over to be settled onto the soft bed, the cold mattress enveloping you in a pleasant hug that cooled your warm skin. 

Shiu tossed his blazer away to join beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight, and he tugged you closer so that your head rested on his chest, and his hand drifted to your back to rub gentle, soothing circles.

Gently, he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Night, doll.”

“Night,” you murmured back softly, letting out a soft yawn.

His body radiated with heat, and his warmth carefully sunk you into a blissful, deep slumber.

___

The two of you left the hotel to step foot outside, the slight drizzle in the night ceasing to let the sweet smell of rain linger on your tongue in the dawn, alongside the fumes of Tokyo gasoline cloying to your nose.

Shiu’s hand was gently placed on your hip, thumb gently caressing the curve. Just like last night. Gentlemanly, polite, and almost reverent.

“You leaving?”

You hummed in reply, leaning into him as he pressed a kiss on your temple.

The touches, kisses, flirting—it was comforting, and repulsively heart-fluttering. Like a romantic vintage movie scene, with quiet love and affection.

Smiling up at him, you tenderly ran your finger tips across his arm, watching amusedly as you felt him gently shiver at the touch, before clasping something cool and heavy on his wrist. Before he could glance at it curiously, you grabbed his chin, pressing your thumb and the curve of your index finger’s joint against his stubble. Leaning in, you pressed another feather-light kiss on his jaw before murmuring against his ear.

“Happy early birthday, Shiu.”

His eyes fluttered close as a soft sigh escaped him. Shoulders sagging, hand on the small of your back softening yet pulling you closer, wrinkles on his face loosening, a small smile tugged on his lips. He gingerly pressed his forehead against yours, leaning into you before opening his eyes to smile down at you.

“What did you do?” he asked, full of fondness.

Giggling mischievously, you tapped his cheek teasingly. “Nothing illegal this time.”

Shiu raised a brow quizzically at that, though an affectionate grin engraved across his mouth.

Returning the grin, you pulled away and wordlessly left—heels clicking against the pavement in measured, rhythmic steps.

He watched you cross the vacant road, not bothering to walk over to the lights, and chuckled as you looked back at him briefly to blow him an impromptu kiss before you disappeared down the road.

Letting out a sigh, Shiu finally lowered his gaze onto his wrist, breath softly hitching as a disbelieved laugh bubbled out of him. A fucking Rolex watch was slapped on his wrist. Silver. Black interior. Simple. Later he would notice the engraving on the back reading, With love, my favourite handler, which would bring another violent flutter in his stomach and heart that almost made him want to crumble to the ground.

No one in this world knows of his birthday anymore, not really. His parents gone, no proper friends (especially not that fuckass Toji), no colleagues that shares the same headache as him… just you. Sweet you with your pretty head remembering every detail about him effortlessly, even though you most definitely didn’t have to…

Fuck, he loves you.

It was as easy as that. So easy to admit his feelings like that because it was you. You with your obsession with jewelries and accessories, teasing eyes and pretty lips. You with your gentle laughter that could turn sharply cruel during your jobs yet endearing and beautiful nonetheless. You with your bleeding heart that can quickly turn merciless as you receive a job he introduced you to. You with your adorable pout and glare as you lightly scolded him for smoking inside a room while you discussed some details about a job with you. 

He has watched and worked with you for a couple of years now. Plenty of late night dinners that could range from three star restaurants to convenience store foods, celebrating with alcohol as you counted the cash together with giggles and laughter. 

This admission was nothing new. An admission he already knew every time either of your lips touched against each other’s skin gingerly and whispered sweet nothings to each other, full of flirtatious lilts and affection.

Huffing out one last time, he ran his fingers along the ridges of his new watch and left the place. 

The ache in his shoulders feels lighter, and his chest filled with warmth.

No nicotine could ever replicate the feeling of buzzing dizziness of pleasure and fulfillment pumping through his veins.

Shiu gives your hip a squeeze with a scoff of frustration, your matching silk pajama top is pulled up over your swelling belly, needle poised at the ready in his hand before he gives up again.

"Babe. Goddamn, I'm trying..."

"The longer you wait the worse it gets!"

"Yes, baby. Because you won't even let me get close enough to do the damn thing." Shiu retorts curtly.

The end of his patience is crystal clear despite his level headedness he was doing his best to keep with you in your vulnerable state.

"You think I actually want to stick a needle in you like this every damn day?"

You grumble. Your first baby and you're already met with the unwelcome news from your doctor that you needed to be on an anti-coagulant for blood clots that came with the miserable prescription of a daily injection that you'd be stuck with the entire duration of your pregnancy.

You opened up the box that morning and sat down on the toilet and just stared at the little needle for what felt like an eternity until you called for Shiu.

Now, it led to this predicament with your face buried in the pillow, nearly an hour later as you both shifted positions numerous times (and not in the fun, sexy way you two were used to doing) from the bathroom, to the counter, to standing up, to your bedroom, both of you scared shitless to just get it over with.

You groaned and let out a mini scream of frustration into the pillow while Shiu set the needle down once again, combing a hand through his dark hair with a sigh of his own, frown lines blooming on his forehead. It didn't help that he was on nearly month three of no cigarettes for your sake, either.

"Gonna make me start smoking again, woman, I swear..." He mutters, but just loud enough for you to hear.

A beat of silence.

"I'm sorry, Shiu darling..." You say softly, turning to look up at him with those starry eyes of yours.

Your little apology and those damned sweet words cut right though his icy front he had the nerve to direct at you, his beloved pregnant wife. Shiu sighs again, pulling you into his chest.

"No, I'm sorry, dollface." His eyes soften as his chin meets your head, cradling you closer to hear your heartbeat, his reminder that it was his lifeline away from the shadows.

"I was frustrated but that's no excuse for being a dick to you, sweetheart. It's not your fault."

After another lengthy moment, you pull away and both of you look at each other, defeated, exhausted, but your love for one another kept you determined.

"What are you thinkin about, Mrs. Kong?" He asks, those deep, dark orbs of his swimming through yours as he studies you, as though he was trying to learn your mind despite him all but making a home there ever since the moment you drifted into his orbit.

"Hmm?" He hums, performing a little massage on the pillow of your thighs.

You shrug with a weary sniffle through your nose, voice shaky from the exhaustion of the whole debacle. "I dunno, honey... I just hate needles."

"What, this tiny thing?" He smiles as he holds up the syringe. "Piece of cake, angel. After all those tattoos we've gotten, this is nothing."

"It's different, Shiu!"

"Not really." He shakes his head, blowing air through his lips as he does his best to downplay the scariness of the needle to set your mind at ease.

"Some of those tattoo guns take up to 25 at a time. This is just one." He winks at you. "If you can take all those at once you can take this little one, no problem."

You groan. His words should make you feel better but they're not. You're still paralyzed by the fear of doing this thing you've never done before. Giving up the responsibility to Shiu made you spiral because you weren't in control, yet you couldn't bring yourself to do it on your own.

"Tell you what, dollface." Shiu changes the topic, patting your bum as you flop back into your pillow sanctuary.

"What are you craving, right now?"

You don't have to think long and hard before you tell him.

"That tuxedo cheesecake we got last night at dinner."

"Uh huh..." Shiu smiles as he leans in, thumb swiping your cheeks as he lowers his voice.

"What if I told you I got an extra slice to go and it's all yours waiting for you in the fridge? Right now. If you let me do this." He wiggles the syringe in his other hand.

"I know...I ate it last night."

Shiu's face falls as he sits back, almost in disbelief, almost in complete exasperation, and also in endearment for your greedily adorable indulgence that apparently just couldn't wait.

"What? I'm pregnant, Shiu. I can eat whatever I want!"

"What? No, I never said you couldn't, angel. Of course you can! I just....Jesus, man."

He just laughs as he sets the needle down on the nightstand once again, pinching the bridge of his nose, the flecks of grey in his hair surely becoming more prominent by now.

"Alright, look. Pasta. Brunch. Coffee. Shopping. I don't give a damn what it is. It's all yours. And you can kick me, punch me, scream at me. But we're doing this. Right now."

He uncaps the syringe, hovering over your belly.

"Shiu, Shiu, Shiu!!!" You sit up like a hairpin, laughing out of utter nervousness as you plea for mercy.

"Shiu, baby, honey, wait, hold on..."

"I'm gonna count to three..."

"OKAY, but Jesus, Shiu...look at me!! Do exactly: one, two, three, then poke."

"I hear you, love."

You whimper loudly, almost screaming again as you stow your face back in your pillow in anticipation for the painful pinch you knew was coming.

"But ask me first. Say: 'ready?' And then when I say 'yes', go: one, two, three, poke, okay? Got it? Babe?"

You wait, face still pulled into a grimace in your pillow as you turn your face to the side, calling for him. "Is it in yet? Shiu??"

There's no answer from Shiu, but you feel the tiniest little sting in your belly that almost makes you jump.

"SHIUUUU!!!"

"Yes?" Shiu looks over at you, completely non chalant, fighting a smirk as he reaches for a bandaid.

"I....what??" You sit there, dumbfounded as you try to piece together what just happened. "That was it?"

"That was it." He smooths the SpongeBob bandage over your bump, gently pulling your top down with a loving pat before he leans over you, kissing the corner of your mouth. "Not so bad, was it?"

"I..."

"Yes?" He asks, voice dripping more huskily as his kisses wander lazily to your neck, until he nuzzles his face against your throat to catch the lingering scent of fig and manuka honey that you wore the night before, sighing as his body weight is gently lowered onto you before he collapses next to you on the bed.

"What do you need, Mrs. Kong?"

"I'm..." You wrap your arms around him, welcoming his closeness even though your confusion still hasn't quite worn off. "It's done?"

"It's done, angel." He kisses your cheek, hand splaying across your tummy in smooth circles as he closes his eyes for a moment.

You exhale, the apples of your cheeks growing a bit warm. "I'm...honestly just embarrassed now at how fast that was."

"Yeah you should be." Shiu teases, lips pressing against your pulse just once before he charts a new path of little kisses up your throat, landing just shy of your lips.

"But now that's out of the way, the others should be pretty simple from here on out, hmm?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Good."

You pause.

"So... is the cheesecake still off the table?"

Shiu pauses as well then chuckles. He exhales another weary sigh, as you never fail to run him ragged.

But God, if it's for the unpayable deed he owed you for carrying his unborn child, the cornerstone of a home with a white picket fence he never imagined could be his, how you'd readily agree to grow old with him like a promise, then, he'll do it every time.

"Nah. It's not, dollface. You want more cheesecake?"

He checks his watch before blessing a kiss to your temple. "I think the restaurant should be open by now. I'll just get changed and run out."

"Wait, really?" You smile at him. "You're so sweet. But actually..."

You fiddle with one of his buttons in that sickeningly adorable way you always did like you didn't know he was irrevocably wrapped around your finger.

"I was thinking your world famous pancakes could be an acceptable substitute, my love."

He chuckles, cradling your face in his hands and bestowing a kiss to your lips before he gets up.

"You got it, Mrs. Kong."

He stands and stretches before he strides to your master bathroom in those black silk pajamas, tired, but utterly pleased with himself as he washes his hands, then comes out.

His shirt is half unbuttoned with that sea of salt and pepper hair plastered on his chest you adored so much, tousle in his hair from how your fingers had left it as you watch your entire sky disappear downstairs to cook you breakfast, but of course, not before making sure the reruns of your favorite show were turned on in the meantime, sealed with another passionate kiss to hold you off until later.

Anything for his pregnant wife.

“what’s wrong, bunny?” his voice dripped syrupy sweet. “too hard? too deep? or is it that this mirror’s showing you what i see every fuckin’ night? dumb, needy baby who begs for it and then cries when she gets it.”

you whined. not even a real word—just some helpless sound stuck in your throat, the air punched from your lungs every time his hips slammed against your ass, every time the base of his cock dragged hard through your soaked, swollen folds. the whole vanity shook with it, perfume bottles rattling, your makeup scattered from earlier when you’d been trying to look cute for him, fresh gloss and curled lashes. he’d smudged it all off.

“look at that tongue,” he sneered, eyes gleaming cruel through the mirror. “can’t even keep your fuckin’ mouth shut. s’just hangin’ out like a bitch in heat. you droolin’ for me or you too dumb to remember how to swallow, sweetheart?”

“d-daddy—” it slipped out hoarse and helpless, and his whole body stilled for a beat, cock twitching inside you.

“oh, baby,” he said, and it came out thick, rough, almost fond, before his grip bruised tighter on your hips and he pulled out only to slam back in full force, making your stomach knock into the vanity edge, your cry turning into a breathless wail.

“there she is. my dumb little bunny,” he purred. “can’t speak. can’t think. just bend over and take it like i taught you. like the pretty little thing you are.” he gave your ass a stinging slap, then kneaded it like it was his. “fucked you so stupid you forgot how mirrors work. they’re for watchin’. c’mon—eyes up. wanna see you fall apart.”

you sobbed, eyes flicking to your reflection. you were wrecked. cheeks streaked with tears and drool, mouth swollen, lipstick long gone. your tits bounced with every thrust, pushed up against the vanity edge. your cunt was visibly puffy, stretched wide around him, glistening in the soft warm light he insisted on putting over the mirror because “his baby needed the perfect glow.”

“see that?” he leaned down, chest flush against your back now, voice whispering right at your ear, filthy and slow. “see how your pussy’s suckin’ me in? i don’t even gotta try. she loves me. she’s fuckin’ obsessed. just like you.” his lips brushed your temple, mock-sweet, and then he bit down, making you yelp and jolt under him.

“that’s right. you love this. love gettin’ fucked like some little thing i bought along with the vanity. all pretty and dumb and made to sit still and take cock.”

“ah—h-hhngh—”

“can’t even make words anymore,” he cooed, and grabbed your throat, pulled your head back till your mouth hung open uselessly. “just noises. my perfect, brainless little toy.”

you nodded, or tried to. your knees were barely holding. slick coated your thighs, dripped onto the parquet floor, smeared against the pristine edge of the vanity he bought, the expensive one you weren’t allowed to touch unless he said so. now you were bent over it like you belonged there, like you were part of the furniture.

he pulled out just to slap the head of his cock against your folds, watching how you flinched and whined at the loss, how your hole clenched on nothing.

“that’s pathetic,” he said softly. “can’t even take a second without it. look how empty you are. how desperate.”

“please—” you sobbed. “wan’ it—please, daddy, please—”

“fuck,” he muttered, and the sound of it was nearly reverent before he pushed back in, slow and deep and mean, making sure you felt every inch, grinding into you so deep your breath hitched into a broken cry.

“that’s it. good girl. my perfect little cumdump. you want daddy to fill you up, huh? fuck this dumb cunt full so you leak all night?”

“yes—yes, yes please—wan’ it, need it—”

he chuckled, and the sound was cruel and soft at once. “you’ll get it. of course you will. you think i bought this vanity for makeup? nah. this is where i ruin you. again and again. every time you act up, every time you get clingy—right here. fuck you stupid till you forget your name and remember who you belong to.”

your legs gave. he caught you, held you bent, weightless against the slab of marble, one hand bruising your hip and the other tangled in your hair, jerking your head back to make sure you never looked away from the mirror.

“that’s it,” he grunted. “take it. like a good fuckin’ girl.”

and you did, you took it, took every snap of his hips, every mean word, every breathless praise he slipped in when he thought you couldn’t hear. his pace turned brutal, unforgiving, slamming into you again and again until the only sound in the room was your wrecked moans and the filthy slap of skin on skin. your nails scraped down the mirror but you didn’t fall. not with him holding you. not with him still talking, still owning you—

“you’re mine. mine, baby. every inch of this dumb little body. you get that? you understand who fuckin’ owns you?”

you nodded hard, blubbering through the sobs and drool. “y-you, you do—daddy—”

“good girl,” he hissed, and came deep inside you with a growl, jerking forward and grinding as his cum spilled hot and thick into your twitching cunt. he didn’t pull out. just stayed there, pressed to the hilt, panting against your spine, hands still gripping you like he couldn’t let go.

“fuck. love you so much, baby,” he murmured, soft again, and kissed the back of your neck like he hadn’t just destroyed you. “gonna clean you up, ‘kay? then we’ll do it again. want you nice and full for bed.”

GETO SUGURU

your legs were already trembling before he bent you over the vanity, before his fingers pushed down between your shoulder blades and forced your back into a perfect arch—like you were presenting, like you knew what he’d spent on this thing and were eager to show gratitude with every inch of your body. he didn’t say a word at first. he just stared. ran one hand down your spine slow, possessive, and hummed like you were some sculpture he was debating whether to ruin or worship.

“you’re such a fuckin’ brat,” geto muttered, finally, voice thick with that contemptuous affection that made your stomach flutter and your cunt clench. “this what you wanted? new mirror, new vanity, so you can watch yourself get used like the dumb baby you are?”

you nodded, flushed and already whining, grinding back against his cock through your panties because you knew better than to beg outright—he liked you messy but obedient, whimpering but pliant. still, he didn’t move. just kept his hand heavy between your shoulders, making you hold the pose, making you see yourself in the mirror: spread, panting, wide-eyed, lips parted and glossy from how you'd been sucking on them trying not to cry.

“so spoiled,” he sneered. “you think i spend ten grand on this bullshit furniture so you can play princess? nah. i bought it so i can bend you over it and fuck the brat outta you. so i can remind you what you are.”

his hand slipped between your legs then, two fingers pushing aside your panties to find your pussy dripping, hot and sticky and already clenching around nothing. he clicked his tongue.

“pathetic,” he muttered, and shoved the soaked fabric aside completely. “you’re soaked and i haven’t even touched you right. what is it, baby? you that needy?”

you nodded again, gasping when he slapped your cunt, just hard enough to make the ache spike and your knees buckle. his palm caught your hip, steadying you.

“so needy you’ll cream on my fingers just from talkin’ mean?” he slid two thick fingers in without warning and you moaned, high and wrecked, face pressing against the cool marble top of the vanity. your hips twitched, tried to chase the thrusts, tried to roll back onto him like your body had a mind of its own.

he grinned, leaned down until his lips brushed your ear, his voice a dark, amused rasp. “you hear that? that squelch?” he pumped them in deep again, slow and rough. “that’s what you are, princess. wet little hole. dumb and greedy and easy.”

“nnnhh—g-geto—”

“try again.”

“d-daddy—”

“there she is,” he chuckled, kissing your temple like you were sweet and innocent while his fingers curled and dragged through your soaking cunt. “my dumb little doll. you ready now?”

“please,” you sobbed, face hot and eyes glassy.

he pulled his fingers out, dragged them up between your cheeks to smear your own slick along your ass, then grabbed your hips with both hands and lined up his cock, fat and heavy, and pushed in slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you.

you cried out, body jolting with the stretch, but he just held you there, cock halfway in and grinding slow so the pressure didn’t ease for a second. “c’mon, baby. you wanted this. don’t act shy now.”

he shoved the rest of the way in with one deep thrust and you screamed, your hands scrabbling uselessly at the vanity’s edge, knuckles going white.

“look at that,” he said, staring at your reflection. “look at my good little cumrag. taking every inch like she was made for it.” he started moving then, slow but punishing, each thrust rocking you against the marble, your tits bouncing, your mouth open and drooling against the cool surface.

“you’re gorgeous like this,” he growled. “all fucked out. all mine.” he slapped your ass, made the meat jiggle, and grinned when you yelped. “this vanity’s not even paid off and you’ve already made it yours. every time i see it now, i’m gonna remember this sloppy little hole creaming all over my cock.”

you whimpered. you were sobbing. the sound of your cunt clenching and sucking around him filled the room along with the sharp smack of his hips and your choked moans.

“fuckin’ drooling,” he muttered. “look at you. mouth open. tongue out. brainless. you get this cock in you and there’s nothin’ left up there, is there?” he reached under, found your clit, and started rubbing hard, fast, mean.

“nnhhnn—daddy—i—it’s—”

“say it. you’re gonna come? gonna cream all over daddy’s cock like a good little fucktoy?”

you nodded so fast your hair whipped into your face, and he groaned, hand tightening on your hip. “then fuckin’ come,” he growled, and slammed into you harder, deeper, rougher.

you broke.

your legs gave, your pussy clenched tight and wet and milking him, your whole body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. you sobbed, loud and broken, a string of daddy’s and yes’s and thank you’s pouring from your mouth like prayer.

and he didn’t stop. didn’t slow. just kept fucking you through it, watching your face in the mirror with open pride.

“that’s it,” he muttered, voice dark and hoarse. “that’s my girl. my stupid, beautiful, perfect fuckdoll. gonna fill you up. pump this pussy full and watch it leak down your thighs.”

you whined, still twitching, still clenching like your body refused to let go of him.

he fucked you three more strokes and came with a grunt, cock buried deep, hot and thick inside you. you felt it fill you, felt it spill as he pulled out, as he watched it leak and drip down your thighs with a satisfied hum.

he kissed your shoulder, soft and lingering. “that’s what the vanity’s for,” he murmured, gentle now. “now sit pretty for daddy. let me see that mess.”

NANAMI KENTO

the vanity was quiet luxury, old-world curves and champagne lacquer with dark bronze handles, the kind of understated wealth nanami preferred—custom-built, heavy as sin, carved legs and solid marble top. he’d ordered it for you because you'd spent weeks sitting on the floor doing your makeup like some poor little thing, and that had annoyed him more than he’d admitted. now it was exactly where he wanted it: under you, behind you, holding you steady while he dragged his cock deeper inside you with every ruthless stroke, not once letting you look away from your own reflection.

“you look ridiculous,” he said, low and steady, like it was a fact. “drooling on the marble. face all pink. eyes gone glassy.”

your cheek stuck to the cool stone surface, mouth open, tongue just visible. your lashes fluttered, tears threatening to slip out. you moaned—high and thin and broken—and he didn’t ease up. didn’t pause. nanami never rushed, never got sloppy, even when you were sobbing underneath him. his hand pressed between your shoulder blades, guiding you down, forcing your back to arch deeper, the angle leaving you open and trembling.

“no,” he said when your eyes flicked down. “up. you look at what you are when i fuck you like this. every time you act bratty, every time you whine, i want you to remember what you look like bent over the furniture i bought, crying for cock.”

you hiccuped, sobbing as he fucked into you again, slow and so deep you felt it drag against every soft, oversensitive inch. “d-daddy—”

he grunted, fingers bruising into your hips. “again.”

“daddy,” you gasped, shuddering. “please—too—”

“it’s not too anything. this is what you begged for, isn’t it? got all dolled up, sprayed perfume on your thighs, posted some idiotic pouty selfie, and then waited for me to come home and handle you.”

he thrust in deep, sharp, made you squeal. “you’re lucky i have patience. lucky i love you enough to keep you.” his voice dipped then, rougher now, more breath than word. “you act like a needy little whore, and still, i take care of you.”

you nodded frantically. couldn’t even speak, couldn’t form a thought around the way his cock filled you, thick and perfect, dragging slick out of you with every stroke. the room smelled like sex and perfume and something richer, deeper. your thighs were shaking, sweat running down the backs of your knees, your fingers slipping against the vanity edge, trying to find purchase. he didn’t help you balance. didn’t let you fall, either. just kept you right there, back arched, ass high, cunt stretched and wet and fluttering around every inch he gave you.

“you think anyone else would do this?” he muttered, voice a rasp against the nape of your neck. “spoil you, break you in, fuck you dumb just to keep you calm?”

you whimpered, unable to speak.

“you know better. say it.”

“y-you, only you—”

he groaned low, satisfied, and let his hand slide up from your back to your throat, fingers pressing there, not choking—never choking—but reminding. reminding you who kept you, who taught your body to respond like this, who owned every cry, every drip of slick. he didn’t even need to squeeze; your breath hitched the moment he touched you.

“this vanity,” he said, thrusting in slow and cruel. “is not for makeup. not for pouting. it’s where you learn what you’re for. what you belong to.”

his other hand slipped between your legs, found your clit swollen and soaked. he rubbed it in steady, mean circles, the kind that made you tremble and squeal and jerk against him. “you’re leaking,” he muttered. “your cunt’s drooling. look at the mess you’re making.”

you cried out, shaking all over.

“you wanted this,” he said, faster now, breath ragged. “you dress up, you beg, you cling like a brat all day, and now you get to see what it means.”

you couldn’t answer, not with the orgasm cresting through your legs, crashing up your spine like lightning, white-hot and humiliating, your body going stiff then limp all at once. your mouth opened on a silent scream and your walls clenched down around his cock, slick gushing down your thighs. he didn’t stop.

“that’s right,” he gritted out. “make a mess. ruin the marble. i’ll replace it. i’ll fuck you over a new one tomorrow.”

he slammed into you, hard, once, twice, then again, groaning when he spilled deep inside, cock twitching, body curling over yours. the moment dragged—hot, pulsing, soaked in breath and sweat and the thick stretch of him staying inside while your cunt tried to milk every drop.

then, softer, as his hand slid to cup your cheek: “there’s my girl. beautiful. messy. mine.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO

the mirror was a wide pane of clean glass rimmed in sleek matte black, fixed above the vanity you couldn’t even pretend you’d paid for—dark-stained oak, thick marble slab, drawers deeper than necessary, every detail something toji had picked out with a sharp look and a hand around your waist while you trailed behind him all doe-eyed and breathless in some overpriced showroom.

now it groaned faintly beneath you with every slam of his hips.

“goddamn,” he muttered, voice low and amused behind you, one big palm spread across your lower back, pinning you down flat while the other squeezed your ass hard enough to leave imprints. “all that whining, all that fuckin’ baby talk, and now you’re silent?”

you weren’t silent. not really. you were gasping, sobbing, drooling, lips parted against the marble while your reflection stared back at you—wrecked, flushed, hair clinging to sweat-slick skin. your tits squished against the stone, one leg twitching helplessly as his cock pounded deep into your cunt, obscene and wet and endless.

“what happened, huh?” he huffed a dry laugh, voice going darker as he leaned forward, weight settling heavy over your back, cock pushing deeper with the change in angle until your fingers scrambled for purchase against the slab. “thought you wanted it. you were fuckin’ beggin’—daddy, please—”

“ahhh—!”

“yeah, that.” he ground in, cock thick and hot, dragging against your insides so slow and so mean it made you twitch. “that noise. like you’re surprised. like your pussy didn’t soak through your fuckin’ panties the second i looked at you.”

you sobbed, words catching behind your teeth. you’d been teasing him earlier, fresh lipstick and the tiniest skirt you could find, sitting on his lap like you weren’t going to make it a problem. he’d let you play—watched with that usual smirk, calloused hands gripping your thighs while he told you to go wait at the vanity like a good girl.

and now you were bent over it, shaking, empty-brained, moaning for him like it was your job.

“y’know what’s sad?” he grunted, giving your ass another slap, loud and hard enough to echo. “this thing—” he tapped the marble with his knuckles. “cost more than your car. and you’re gettin’ it dirty. all that slick drippin’ down your thighs, leaking on it like you forgot what furniture is for.”

you cried, hiccupped, tried to squirm, but his hand landed hard between your shoulders again.

“nah. stay.” his voice was a growl, low and lazy. “you wanted the mirror, right? wanted to see yourself get ruined. take a fuckin’ look.”

you didn’t want to—but you did. your head turned on instinct, eyes dragging up to the reflection, where your cheeks were red and wet and your thighs were spread wide, toji’s cock slamming into your messy, twitching cunt from behind.

you whimpered again.

“that’s it,” he muttered, lips brushing your ear now. “watch. watch daddy use you like you’re nothin’ but a hole. that’s all you are when you’re like this, yeah?”

you nodded, and he chuckled low, the sound all smug satisfaction.

“knew you’d agree. you love this shit. love getting folded over pretty things and fucked dumb. you’d let me fuck you on the kitchen counter, the couch, hell—on the fuckin’ hood of my car if i told you to.”

“y-yes,” you sobbed, eyes blurring again.

“mmhm,” he grunted, picking up speed now, hips snapping into you with that hard, brutal rhythm that left your knees buckling, your body melting under him. “look at that. this pretty little cunt clenching around me like she owns me. like she doesn’t know i’m just lettin’ her have it.”

he wasn’t. you both knew it. you were only ever like this for him—so wet it dripped down your legs, so cockdrunk your eyes glazed over, so empty your thoughts curled up and disappeared the second he laid his hand on your back.

“say it,” he ordered. “say what you are.”

“d-dumb,” you gasped. “dumb baby—daddy’s baby—need it—need your cock—”

“fuck yeah you do,” he growled, and slammed in harder, groaning as your walls fluttered around him. “so fuckin’ needy all the time. gotta ruin you every night or you get bitchy. can’t even function without it.”

you nodded again, tongue sliding out, breath catching on a broken cry. the sounds between your thighs were filthy, every thrust pushing slick out around the base of his cock, the marble catching the worst of it.

“gonna come,” he rasped, voice all grit and heat, hand sliding from your back to your throat, just enough pressure to hold your head up, force your eyes to stay on the mirror. “gonna fill this fuckin’ pussy. make it drip. you want that, baby? want me to breed this cunt?”

you couldn’t even speak. you wailed.

he took that as a yes.

“good girl,” he grunted, and came deep, hips jerking against your ass, cock pulsing hot inside your cunt as he spilled into you, groaning low and deep through clenched teeth.

you collapsed against the vanity, still twitching.

he stayed buried in you for a minute, breathing hard, hand soft now on your hip.

then, voice softer—low, warm, filthy and fond: “mirror’s not goin’ anywhere, baby. next time i wanna see you touchin’ yourself in it. moanin’ for me.”

he kissed your shoulder like you were the only thing that mattered. like he hadn’t just fucked you raw over five grand of designer furniture.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

the vanity was blood-red lacquer with gold inlay, too decadent for the room it sat in, carved with sharp angles and claw-foot legs, decadent and obscene just like the man who’d ordered it delivered without asking—without giving you a choice. “looked like you,” sukuna had said with that lazy, cruel smirk, one hand fisted in your hair while the other scrolled through his phone. “shiny. dramatic. too much.”

and now you were bent over it, wrists pinned at the small of your back in one massive hand, thighs spread, cheek mashed to the polished surface that was fogged from your panting. your reflection stared back at you, ruined and wide-eyed, spit slick on your chin, tears catching in your lashes, breasts flattened against the cold marble, while sukuna rammed his cock into your cunt with vicious, steady precision.

“there we fuckin’ go,” he drawled, voice thick and amused, the other hand resting heavy on your spine to keep you down, holding you where he wanted you. “now this is what it’s for. not your fuckin’ makeup. not your jewelry. this whole thing? it’s a fuckin’ altar for my cock.”

you sobbed, high and ragged, trying to move, to meet his thrusts or escape them, you didn’t even know—but he held you still, ground in deep with every snap of his hips until your moans turned into broken, wet little cries.

“too much?” he mocked, voice dropping darker, crueler. “you were beggin’ for it. climbed into my lap all pretty, rubbed your thighs together like you couldn’t breathe without me.” he dragged his cock out slow, teasing, just the tip still stretching your hole, making you mewl from the emptiness. “you looked so fucking pathetic, baby. what, thought i’d be gentle just ‘cause you’re cute?”

“d-daddy—!”

he laughed, loud and mean, slammed back in hard enough to shove your whole body up the vanity, the impact shaking the mirror.

“don’t ‘daddy’ me when you’re drippin’ like this,” he growled, cock buried to the hilt, not moving. “you’re clenching so tight it’s like your pussy’s scared i’ll leave.” he leaned down then, mouth right at your ear, hot breath spilling over your skin. “like you don’t love gettin’ ruined.”

you whimpered, tears spilling over.

“aw, poor baby. crying already?” he kissed your jaw, then nipped your earlobe hard enough to make you jerk. “you wanted the whole thing. wanted daddy’s cock till your brain melted. wanted to see yourself cry. so here—” he forced your chin up with two fingers until your eyes met your reflection. “look at what you are.”

you stared. you couldn’t look away. your mouth was open, face blotchy, your body trembling as he started to fuck into you again, deeper now, slower and crueler, like he wanted you to feel every thick inch slide through your swollen cunt.

“this what you get for bein’ needy,” he murmured, watching your face in the mirror while he kept pounding into you. “get fucked stupid and sob on the vanity like a little toy. you even know what you’re sayin’ anymore?”

you didn’t. you couldn’t. the words were gone. you were drooling, sniffling, eyes half-rolled, your thighs twitching as he hit that spot inside you that made the whole world go white.

“nnhhn—fuck—d-daddy, please—”

“please what?” he snapped, hips snapping forward. “you want it harder? want me to break this pretty little cunt open so you can brag to your fuckin’ mirror tomorrow?”

you squealed, legs trembling, slick pouring down to your knees. he chuckled again, low and delighted, and gripped your throat from behind, tilting your head back.

“say it,” he said, breathless and filthy. “say what you are.”

“d-dumb—dumb baby—daddy’s—”

“fuck yes you are.” he fucked you harder then, every thrust brutal, relentless, dragging another helpless moan from your throat. “stupid, wet little thing. made to take cock. made to cry and come and beg.” his free hand slid around to your clit, rough fingers rubbing tight, fast circles that made your legs give out entirely. he held you up with brute strength alone, slammed into you with a growl, cock thick and hot, filling every part of you like it was his.

and it was.

“gonna come in this cunt,” he rasped, panting against your ear. “gonna stuff you so full it leaks for hours. want you waddling to the bathroom with my cum dripping out. want you smelling like me. lookin’ like this.”

you moaned, high and thin and lost.

“yeah. yeah, there it is. come for me,” he ordered, and your body obeyed. you shattered around him, cunt spasming and milking, moans choking into sobs as he fucked you through it, kept pounding until you went limp.

he came with a sharp grunt, cock twitching deep inside you, hips jerking as he emptied himself in hot, deep pulses. you could feel it, dripping already.

he stayed pressed against you, breathing rough, one hand rubbing circles into your back now, like he hadn’t just reduced you to nothing.

“that’s my baby,” he said, and kissed your shoulder like a brand. “mirror’s gonna remember this more than you do.”

SHIU KONG

the light hit you hard in the mirror, that golden kind of glow he liked to leave on even when it was past midnight, when you were already trembling and pliant and flushed all over, bent over the matte black vanity with your mouth open, tongue wet against your lip. it was sleek, heavy, modern—the kind of piece shiu never explained the price tag on, just had delivered. “aesthetic purposes,” he’d muttered with a shrug, but you knew the real reason the second he pushed your knees apart in front of it the first time.

and now you were back there again, legs shaking, elbows slipping against the polished surface, and him behind you—shirt rolled up to his elbows, tie discarded, belt still looped through his slacks and jingling softly every time his hips snapped forward into your soaked cunt.

“you look like a fuckin’ mess,” he said flat, calm, cruel. “and you love it.”

you whined, soft and high-pitched, and the sound made his hand snap up to grip your hair, yanking your head back until your reflection snapped into view again—glassy eyes, face smeared with tears and spit, lips parted around some gasping broken plea you hadn’t meant to make.

“there she is,” he sneered. “daddy’s baby. already drooling. already dumb. and we’re not even halfway done.”

you moaned, your knees dipping, and he slapped your ass, firm and quick and perfectly placed to make your back arch again, your pussy fluttering around the thick stretch of him. you could feel how deep he was, every stroke rubbing through the sore, swollen heat he’d been teasing for an hour before this—fingers, tongue, everything slow and cruel while he made you cry about how badly you wanted it. he’d made you lay out your makeup before that, made you get ready like it was a photoshoot.

“you think i bought this for you to look at yourself?” he grunted, grabbing your hips and slamming in again, sharp, brutal. “this is my mirror. my view. my dumb little girl getting wrecked on furniture she didn’t pay for.”

“nnh—f-fuck—shiu—”

“wrong,” he barked. “say it right.”

“d-daddy—!”

his groan was rough, aroused, fingers digging in harder, rhythm picking up until your thighs were quivering, the wet slap of your cunt against his hips loud and constant.

“you don’t even know what to do without me, do you?” he spat, fucking into you mean, relentless. “spend all day texting me about how bored you are, sittin’ around like a spoiled brat, waitin’ for me to come home and use you.”

you sobbed out something like yes, eyes rolling in the mirror.

“yeah, that’s what i thought. dumb bunny. too fuckin’ soft to handle real life, but this?” he slammed deep. “this you can do. get stuffed full and cry on my cock. it’s the only thing you’re good at.”

your cunt squeezed around him and he laughed, breathless. “fuckin’ knew it. you love when i talk to you like this. love when i make you watch yourself fall apart.”

your hands scrabbled on the vanity, nails slipping over glass and lacquer, your forehead pressed to the mirror now as your moans got higher, pitchier, slurred through drool and sobs. your legs were shaking, knees trying to collapse, and he didn’t let you—not once. just grabbed you tighter, moved rougher, until you were babbling, until the only word you could get out was daddy and even that sounded wrecked.

“tell me what you are,” he snapped, breath against your ear. “say it.”

“your—your little baby—so dumb—just need cock—need yours—”

he grunted, deep and primal, and slammed in harder. “fuck. knew you were a mess but this? this is another level. i oughta record this shit. frame it right next to the mirror.”

you squealed, and your orgasm hit you like a train, pussy spasming around him, gush soaking his thighs, your body jerking and curling over the vanity in a wave of heat and overstimulated sobbing.

he didn’t stop. he never stopped when you came. just used it, fucked you harder through it, held your hips still while you twitched and wailed, the marble cold under your tits, your reflection glazed and mindless in front of you.

“gonna fill you up,” he growled, nearly there. “make you feel it all night. let it drip down those thighs you’re always showin’ off like a fuckin’ tease.”

you nodded, shaking, wrecked.

he groaned, deep and low, and came hard, cock buried to the hilt, warmth flooding you and spilling down immediately, his hand rubbing your ass while he caught his breath.

then, like it wasn’t filthy, like it wasn’t obscene, his voice went soft: “you did good, baby. perfect even when you’re dumb.” he kissed your shoulder, slow. “next time you sit here to do your makeup, i want you to remember this. remember how you look when you’re mine.”

HIGURUMA HIROMI

he always started with your hair—fingers threading slow through the strands at first, tender, careful, like the gentleman you clung to so pathetically. but tonight, it had turned into a fist, tight at your scalp, dragging your head back so your breath hitched against the marble-top vanity he'd bought you months ago. “for your mornings,” he’d said, voice smooth and polished, a rare smile touching his lips as he watched you gasp at the gift. you hadn’t known then he meant every morning.

“open your eyes,” higuruma muttered now, voice rougher, darker, tight with restraint as his hips pressed flush against your ass, cock buried so deep in your cunt it throbbed. “i said—open.”

you did. barely. they fluttered at first, hazy with tears and arousal, then lifted heavy to stare at your reflection—your cheek smushed to the cool marble, makeup smeared from the first time he’d made you cry tonight, mouth parted, drool slipping from your lips in a wet string down the gleaming surface. your thighs trembled where he held you spread wide, and your eyes, god, your eyes looked so empty.

he smiled at that. not cruel—just pleased. content, in that terrifyingly calm way only higuruma could pull off. “look at you,” he murmured, dragging out slow. you moaned, eyes rolling up for a moment before snapping back when he tugged your hair harder. “messy already. how long’s it been? three minutes?”

“p-please—”

he grunted, cutting off your breath with another sharp thrust, hips meeting your ass with a clap that echoed off the bathroom tile. “i don’t think you understand the position you’re in, sweetheart.” he leaned down then, breath warm against your ear, hand sliding from your hair to your neck, holding—not choking, just enough to pin, to own. “this vanity? my money. that necklace you’ve got on? my taste. the cock in you? mine. so if you’re gonna beg, you better sound a hell of a lot more grateful.”

you sobbed, and it only made him hum, pleased.

“you love being like this, don’t you? fucked stupid on marble, mouth open, brain turned off.”

you nodded frantically.

“of course you do.” he kissed the back of your shoulder then, slow and affectionate, almost sweet—and shoved in deep again, making your legs twitch. “because this is the only time you shut up. when i’ve got your cunt stretched around me and your face dripping on furniture that cost more than your tuition.”

your hands scrambled for something to hold onto, slipping over gloss compacts and brush handles and one of the little velvet boxes he'd filled with jewelry. he knocked one aside when it got in his way, sent gold spilling over the marble, and didn’t even look down.

he only watched you in the mirror. watched your thighs shake. watched your body fold perfectly beneath him, his cock pumping into you slow and punishing while your cunt clenched and fluttered helplessly around the stretch.

“i ought to make you watch a playback,” he murmured. “this pathetic little face you make every time i call you dumb. how your mouth falls open like it’s the only thing keeping you upright.”

“nnhh—”

“shh. you’ll speak when you’ve earned it.” his hand slid lower then, thumb brushing between your folds, slick and pulsing. “not when you’re crying like a brat.”

you came hard. no warning—just a sudden high-pitched sob, a tremble so sharp your whole body jerked forward against the marble as you clenched around him, spasming, leaking. your orgasm splashed down your thighs in hot, messy pulses, and he hissed, low and dangerous.

“goddamn,” he muttered. “listen to that. like a faucet.”

your legs gave. he caught you, steadied you again without so much as a grunt, and didn’t pull out.

“you done?” he asked softly. his voice, unlike everything else, stayed calm. polite. full of terrifying patience.

you whimpered. shook your head.

“good girl.”

his thrusts picked up—faster now, meaner. the slap of skin echoed louder than your cries, his grip unforgiving as he fucked you harder against the edge, chasing something deeper than just his own release. your moans were high, breathless, vowels stripped of language. drool spilled freely. your body bounced helplessly between the vanity and the hard muscle behind you, your reflection going hazier with every wet smack of his hips.

“this is how it should be,” he muttered, not to you, but to himself. “you, like this. pliant. silent. wrecked.”

“d-daddy—”

“mm. finally.” he slapped your ass, let the sound linger. “you always remember eventually. sweet little thing.”

he came deep, silent, jaw clenched as he emptied inside you with slow, grinding thrusts, holding your hips tight to feel every spasm of your cunt around him. his cum spilled hot and heavy down your thighs as he pulled out, letting it drip, watching you slump against the vanity in a whimpering heap.

then, quiet again: “clean yourself up. use the mirror. i want you to see exactly what you look like when you’re being good.”

CHOSO KAMO

you couldn’t even remember how he got you bent over like this—one moment you’d been perched on the velvet stool, brushing your lip gloss on slow, thighs squeezed tight in your little sleep shorts, and the next you were splayed across the vanity he’d bought you just last month. a gift “because you’re always sitting on the floor like some stray,” he’d grumbled, red-faced, as he set the delivery down himself with those big, calloused hands that now held your hips like you were something breakable only he was allowed to bruise.

“you’re always actin’ like you need somethin’,” choso muttered behind you, voice gone low and lazy with heat. “touchin’ my arm, whinin’ about attention. then i give it to you, and you forget how to fuckin’ act.”

you were trying to answer, really—but your jaw just worked open on a breathless moan, drool smearing against the cool marble as your cunt clenched hard around the thick stretch of him inside you. he was all heat and weight, cock pulsing as he bottomed out again, the thick curve dragging against every nerve inside you until your thighs shook.

his grip on your waist tightened. “you hear me?”

you nodded, eyes fluttering up to your reflection like you’d been trained—like you knew he’d check. the mirror didn’t lie: your face was already ruined, lips red and swollen, lashes stuck together from tears. you looked like you’d been crying for hours, but it had been barely ten minutes since he’d shoved your shorts down and bent you over the pristine marble.

“look at that,” he said, breath catching in his throat as his hips rolled, thick cock grinding deep into your soaked, fluttering pussy. “already got you dumb. haven’t even done nothin’ yet.”

you whimpered. drooled a little more.

“such a needy baby,” he muttered, sliding his hand up your back, then curling into your hair to yank your head back, slow and careful, just enough to keep your eyes locked on the reflection. “you wait for me all day just to get fucked like this, don’t you?”

“y-yes—” you gasped.

“'course you do. little thing like you can’t help it. always runnin’ around in those stupid little outfits, askin’ for it.” he snapped his hips into you then, sharp and sudden, and your voice broke on a cry. “always starin’ at me with that look. all glassy-eyed and stupid, like you want me to bend you over any surface i pass.”

you nodded frantically. the wet slap of his thrusts echoed through the apartment, each one forcing you tighter against the vanity, tits squished to the marble, breath fogging the glass. the room smelled like sweat and sex and that sugar lotion he always teased you for. his cock filled you to the brim, heavy and so fucking deep, dragging out slow just to shove back in and leave you sobbing.

“you know what this mirror’s for?” he whispered then, breath brushing your cheek. “it’s not for gettin’ ready. it’s so you can see what you look like when i’m inside you.”

your whole body shuddered. your eyes locked on the reflection again, dazed and ruined.

“you wanna see it, baby?” he murmured, voice quieter now, filthier. “watch this pussy take it like it was made for me?”

you whined, your hands scrabbling at the marble edge, nails scraping grooves into the surface.

“good girl,” he said, like you’d answered. “fuckin’ perfect. you always are when you’re like this.”

he reached down, fingers brushing over your clit, and you choked on your breath, hips jerking as your cunt spasmed around him.

“tight fuckin’ grip,” he hissed. “like she doesn’t wanna let go. like she knows she’s mine.”

you couldn’t stop it—you came hard, all at once, cunt fluttering around him, your knees giving, body twitching helplessly as a wet gush spilled down your thighs. your reflection went hazy through the tears and fogged breath, mouth hanging open like you couldn’t even remember how to close it.

choso groaned, deep and rough, slamming in once, twice more before he held you flush, cock throbbing as he came inside you, hot and slow and heavy.

“fuck,” he breathed. “look at that. made for me. made to be filled.”

Tony had reaaaally high stamina. Despite how exhausted your muscles were and how much your cunt screamed from overstimulation, Tony made sure to hold you up, a strong arm around your stomach or massive hands gripping your hips and delivering a smack at your ass once every few thrusts.

You clutched a pillow to yourself, biting into the corner of the fabric as you struggled to keep yourself quiet. Tony was relentless with how he drilled himself into the warm, tight walls of your sopping cunt. He had already came once, deep inside of you. Tony bit his lip as he watched cum squirt and drip out of you.

"Look at that.. couldn't even keep it all in, eh?" He chuckled, leaning forward and cupping your jaw with his hand. You whined, a strangled mewl leaving your throat as he spanked your ass once more. He cooed an "aww" into your ear at your noises, to which he replied. "I know, I know, pretty girl.. you're doing such a good job.. just sit there and keep those pretty lips open so I can hear you."

He was such an ass sometimes.. You remembered how you got here. An argument. It was over something so stupid. You guys never argued over something serious, it was always stupid shit. You had gotten angry, Tony kept being a little shit and pushing your buttons, and now here you were. Letting him fuck the attitude out of you.

His fingers reached down, his finger and thumb lightly pinching and rubbing your clit, which made you grip the sheets of the bed even tighter. Tony will never forget that beautiful sound you made when he did that. The pleasure of his cock throbbing deep in your gummy walls plus him touching you there.. you were certain you were going to cum again any second now.. which time was it? You had no clue. You don't even remember your name or where you were.

"You're so beautiful like this, hon." He whispered into your ear through small grunts and strangled groans as he struggled to maintain his own composure. "You like when I fuck you like this? Touching you, loving on this pretty little cunt?"

He was too good at this.

You nod pathetically, an incoherent babble leaving your lips. Tony kisses your swollen lips in answer, and he sighs. "Such a sweet girl." He then drops his head onto your shoulder, his moans growing louder as you felt his cock twitch. At the same time, your walls were pulsating tightly around him, and your abdomen felt like a rope was being tightened more and more.. "Fuck- Fuck, I'm gonna cum-" He muttered, his grip on you tightening his and fingers on your clit working faster. "Lemme hear you- Lemme hear you baby-"

You toss your head back, your vision growing white and your body growing red hot. You squealed, your legs growing numb as you collapse on the bed. Your breathing was out of control, labored, and you were spent. Tony wasted no time in shushing you, wrapping strong arms around you and pulling you to him. He pressed kisses to your cheek and neck, murmuring soothing and loving things to you as he rode out his own orgasm. He was soft again, in both ways. (Just kidding.)

Tony sighs, a satisfied smile on his face. ".. I love you so much, sweet girl."

But Toji doesn’t care enough to confirm it.

Shiu Kong is selfish.

Toji just doesn’t have time to deal with it.

Toji is too busy being the alpha male of the tribe. He has a mate, someone who may or may not have tried to fatten him up and eat him once because the hunger was gnawing at her bones.

But Shiu Kong?

He sees Toji’s mate and goes, “I bet I could take her.”

But Toji knows.

Toji knows that Shiu Kong is selfish. He’s been that way since they were kids. Toji’s mate might have been a cannibal, but she’s loyal. And she knows how to keep her distance from a man like Shiu Kong or bully him constantly.

So while Toji, his mate, and their complex relationship unfold, Shiu Kong is left to his own devices.

Which is fine, because Shiu Kong doesn’t need anyone.

Because there is one woman in the tribe who does not care about him.

---

The First Encounter

Shiu is hunting.

Not because he likes it.

Not because he enjoys providing for the tribe.

But because if he does not hunt, someone will make him do something worse.

Shiu Kong is wandering the forest, bored out of his mind.

He’s had a fight, he’s eaten, and now he’s hungry for something else.

He’s just not sure what.

So he is minding his own business, stalking an animal, when—

CRACK.

A loud snap behind him.

Shiu freezes.

Turns slowly.

And sees you.

Standing there.

Watching him.

With blood on your mouth.

And human bones in your hand.

The Immediate Problem

Shiu stares.

You stare back.

You tilt your head.

Then—

You smile.

And Shiu decides he wants to leave.

(…What you doing?) he grunts.

You grin wider. (Eating.)

Shiu frowns. (Eating… what?)

You hold up a bone.

(Eating stupid hunter.)

Shiu processes.

Shiu decides to pretend he did not hear that.

(You hunt… people????)

You’re just there, eating people, minding your own business, and Shiu Kong, in his unapologetically selfish manner, decides you are his next conquest.

You are the perfect challenge.

You will irritate Toji because you are also a people-eater like his mate.

Then Toji will become his friend again because the same happened with Suguru and Gojo; now they are the best Neanderthal boys back together, but Shiu forgets that Suguru’s mate turned out worse.

But you’re not interested in him, and that’s what makes him want you more.

And that, of course, only irritates him.

So, naturally, he steps out from behind a tree and grabs you by the arm.

You blink up at him, confused.

He grins. (MINE.)

You narrow your eyes. (NO.)

He grins harder. (MATE.)

You yank your arm away. (No. I am not your mate. I am not like the others. You don’t get to decide.)

Shiu Kong laughs. (I do decide.)

You freeze.

This man…

This arrogant, self-absorbed brute thinks he can just claim you like a pile of meat.

But you won’t let him.

You are stronger than that.

So you punch him.

Right in the gut.

Shiu Kong stumbles back.

For the first time, he is surprised.

But instead of backing down, he laughs harder. (You are funny.)

You grit your teeth. (I’m not your joke.)

That’s the moment he realizes—he’s not dealing with a woman he can just bend to his will.

---

For days, he tries to win you over.

At first, he tries the obvious method: bringing you food.

You ignore it.

Then, he tries offering a shiny rock.

You stare at it and then throw it in the fire.

Then, he tries the sneaky approach: watching you from the bushes, just waiting for you to notice him.

But you don’t.

And that drives him crazy.

You do not fear him.

You do not care for him.

You do not even acknowledge him.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to work.

Shiu Kong does not chase women. He takes them.

But you are different. You are the prize he cannot win.

This eats him alive.

---

One day, he finally finds you in the forest, and this time, he tries something new.

Instead of grabbing you—

He just sits.

And you—curious, but still wary—sit next to him.

For the first time, he does not try to claim you.

He just watches the trees with you.

You feel it.

Shiu Kong isn’t hunting you anymore.

He’s waiting.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s what breaks the ice.

You sigh. (You don’t like me, do you?)

Shiu Kong doesn’t answer.

But the next time you see him, you’ll notice that he’s no longer watching you like prey.

And for some strange reason, that feels… better.

In the end, Shiu Kong knows he will never be truly good.

But at least now, when he looks at you, he no longer feels like he needs to conquer you.

He just needs to be there.

And maybe that’s what it means to be a mate—at least in a world where selfishness no longer works.

And for once, that feels like the most honest thing he’s ever done.

---

Shiu Kong does not lose.

Not to other hunters.

Not to other men.

Not to stupid feelings.

No.

Shiu Kong takes what he wants.

And you?

You are not taken.

You are not impressed.

You are not falling at his feet like the others.

And this is a problem.

Because now, Shiu Kong must work.

And Shiu Kong does not like to work.

---

Shiu Kong decides.

He will court you.

You will be his.

And he will do it the proper way.

So, naturally, he does the worst job possible.

---

Shiu Kong thinks he is a beast.

So he acts like one.

He finds you gathering berries.

He steps in front of you.

He puffs his chest.

He growls. (MATE.)

You stare. (Shiu Kong, why are you growling?)

Shiu Kong grins. (MATE LIKE STRONG MAN.)

You tilt your head. (Strong man? Where?)

Shiu Kong short-circuits.

---

Toji is having the time of his life.

Toji is watching from a rock, witnessing Shiu-the failure and feeling better than when Shiu abandoned him and Nanami nearly drowned him for his mate.

Toji laughs. (Shiu Kong weak? Shiu Kong no get mate?)

Shiu Kong growls again.

Toji grins harder. (You sound like baby wolf who lost mother.)

Shiu Kong wants to kill him.

But he cannot.

Because you are still watching.

And he needs to prove something.

So instead of fighting Toji, he turns back to you. (You. Mate.)

You shake your head. (You. Embarrassing.)

Toji actually falls off the rock laughing.

---

Shiu Kong recalibrates.

Clearly, growling does not work.

So he tries the hunter’s approach.

He hunts a boar.

A big one.

And drags it to you.

You look at the dead animal.

Then at him.

Then at the boar again.

(…You kill for me?)

Shiu Kong grins. (Yes. Now mate?)

You squat in front of the boar. (Shiu Kong. This boar was already half-dead when you found it.)

Shiu Kong freezes. (…No.)

You tilt your head. (Yes. I see bite marks. Wolf almost kill it first. You just steal.)

Toji, who has been watching the entire time, actually chokes on his own laughter. (Shiu Kong no hunt? Shiu Kong steal? Shiu KONG LITTLE THIEF?)

Shiu Kong wants to commit war crimes.

But instead, he kicks the boar aside and storms off.

He needs a new plan.

---

Shiu Kong is not a respectful man.

But for some godforsaken reason, you like being treated well.

You do not want to be taken like prey.

You do not want to be stolen.

You want a man who listens.

Shiu Kong does not listen.

But maybe, just maybe, he can pretend.

So, the next day, when you are sitting alone, watching the river, he sits beside you.

No growling.

No demanding.

No stolen, half-dead gifts.

Just sitting.

You glance at him. (No mate talk today?)

Shiu Kong grits his teeth. (No. Just sit.)

You tilt your head. (Why?)

Shiu Kong grumbles. (You want respect. I do respect.)

You smile.

And Shiu Kong—who has never done anything unselfish in his life—feels something shift.

Maybe…

Maybe he can win this way.

Maybe you are worth the effort.

Maybe, just maybe, he wants this to work.

And that is the scariest thing of all.

---

Shiu Kong has almost won.

Almost.

He has stopped growling.

He has stopped stealing half-dead animals.

He has started acting like a normal caveman.

And now you are finally looking at him differently.

But there is one problem.

You are stronger than him.

Not slightly.

Not just a little.

A lot.

Shiu Kong is a hunter, but you?

You are a killer.

But Shiu Kong thinks he is almost there.

So he does what any normal man would do:

He challenges you to a fight.

To prove his worth.

To prove he is a real man.

To prove he deserves you.

This is a mistake.

The fight begins, and Shiu Kong grins. (If I win, mate me.)

You grin back. (If I win, you carry my things for one moon.)

Shiu Kong laughs. (Fine.)

The tribe gathers.

Toji sits on a rock, already smirking.

Gojo, sniffing his own mate’s hair, snickers.

Nanami sips from his coconut. (Shiu Kong make mistake.)

Sukuna grunts. (Shiu Kong die today.)

Suguru prays for him.

Choso shakes his head. (I have seen this before.)

Suguru’s feral mate crawls onto a ledge to watch. (MAYBE SHE KILL HIM. FUNNY.)

Ijichi is being bullied by Shoko and Yuki to gather berries for all the tribe’s pregant women along with Ijichi, Nanami and their wives.

Shiu Kong rolls his shoulders, confident.

You crack your knuckles.

The fight begins.

Shiu Kong charges.

You sidestep.

Shiu Kong swings.

You duck.

Shiu Kong tries again.

You catch his wrist mid-air.

And then—

You flip him over your shoulder.

He slams into the dirt.

The tribe screams.

Toji actually falls off his rock laughing.

Gojo is being given small Neanderthal-mouthed (and breath) face kisses by his mate while he giggles.

Suguru’s mate is rolling on the floor, laughing at Shiu.

Nanami sighs. (Expected.)

Toji is too scared to ask Yuki for his bet winnings.

Pregnant Shoko is busy flirting with Nanami’s pregnant mate, who is flirting back.

Toji and Sukuna’s mates are braiding Sukuna’s hair.

Ino points to Suguru, who nudges Nanami to stop his mate before she runs off with Shoko.

Nanami gets up, picks his cave wife, swings her over his shoulder, and walks back home.

Higuruma and his mate are suspiciously missing. (Hiromi is chasing her in the forest, trying to create the world’s first roleplay. Everyone knows. No one wants to say anything then get forced by Yaga to go check on them and be traumatized.)

Shiu Kong wheezes.

You crouch over him, grinning. (You weak.)

Shiu Kong groans. (No.)

(Yes.)

(No.)

(Yes.)

Shiu Kong growls. (REMATCH.)

You grin wider. (OKAY.)

Then you pick him up and slam him back down again.

Shiu Kong lies in the dirt.

He is in pain.

He is humiliated.

He is reconsidering all of his life choices.

You squat next to him. Grinning. (Shiu Kong strong?)

Shiu Kong grits his teeth. (…Yes.)

You pat his face. (Strong in brain. Not strong in body.)

Shiu Kong wants to cry.

You tilt your head. (Mate give up?)

Shiu Kong stares up at you.

At your smug face.

At your perfect form.

At your ridiculous, terrifying strength.

And for the first time in his selfish, arrogant life, he gives in. (…Fine. You win.)

You grin. (Good. Mate mine now.)

His eyes widen.

You chuckle.

And that is how Shiu Kong lost a fight and won a wife.

---

Shiu Kong has won.

Kind of.

You have accepted him.

You have claimed him.

You have dragged him into your cave.

But now there is a new problem.

Neither of you knows how to mate.

Shiu Kong assumed it would be easy.

He assumed you would just know.

But now, as you both sit on the furs, staring at each other like two confused wolves, he realizes—

You are as lost as he is.

You grunt. (…Now what?)

Shiu Kong blinks. (…Dunno.)

Silence.

Then—

You tilt your head. (Maybe we fight again?)

Shiu Kong groans. (NO. NOT MORE WORK.)

You squint. (Then how?)

Shiu Kong grits his teeth. (…Must learn.)

You nod solemnly.

Then you both realize the same thing.

Who in the tribe actually knows how to do this?

The Worst Idea Ever comes.

There is only one option.

Only one man who has successfully mated and survived not getting their mate pregnant while also not being eaten simultaneously.

Toji.

Well, Toji’s not the only option, but Shiu needs an excuse to talk to him.

---

Toji’s Worst Day Begins.

Toji is minding his business.

He has just returned from a hunt.

He is preparing meat for his mate, who may or may not be considering cannibalism again on Gojo.

Life is good.

Then—

Shiu Kong and you appear at his cave entrance.

Toji squints. (Why here?)

Shiu Kong grunts awkwardly. (Need… help.)

Toji crosses his arms. (With what?)

You grin. (MATING.)

Silence.

A long, painful silence.

Toji blinks.

Slowly.

Then—

(…What!)

This is the Most Awkward Conversation in History.

Shiu Kong rubs his face. (We no know how to mate.)

Toji stares. (…You two? You two freaks don’t know how to mate?)

You nod enthusiastically at his mate who’s offering you a freshly cooked chicken leg with a grin of her own. (NO CLUE.)

Toji groans. (Run into trees all day but don’t know how to rub sticks together. Figures.)

Shiu Kong grits his teeth. (JUST TEACH US.)

Toji laughs. (Oh. Oh, you want me to teach?)

Then his grin drops.

His face darkens. (You want me to teach. You want me to SHOW.)

Shiu Kong nods, then looks at you to nod with him, but you are already halfway on the floor gnawing on a chicken leg with Toji’s mate who’s booping your nose for some reason.

Toji looks at the sky.

He considers just dying right there.

Then he glares at Shiu. (You want to watch me? YOU WANT TO WATCH ME AND MY MATE??)

Shiu Kong grins shamelessly. (Yes.)

Toji actually grabs his spear. (I WILL KILL YOU BOTH.)

Shiu Kong and you run for your lives.

Toji chases.

Gojo, watching from the trees, is crying from laughter. He’s in a tree because he broke his wife’s favorite shell, and now she wants revenge by breaking his family tennis balls.

Nanami, sipping his drink, shakes his head. Then goes back to plowing his woman.

Sukuna, carving his spear, snorts. Does not help.

Suguru’s feral mate, watching from a tree, yells, (SHOULD HAVE JUST FIGURED IT OUT LIKE ANIMALS.) Suguru is dragging her back inside before she gets canceled.

Toji, still running after them, growls. (YOU THINK I’M A TEACHER? YOU THINK I’M A DEMONSTRATION???)

He only halts when his mate aims a club at his head, and he is knocked out cold without her having to leave the cave.

Sukuna sighs and gets up to drag Toji’s ass back to his cave.

Choso, Ino and Ijichi are betting with Yaga, Yuki and Shoko.

Shiu Kong and you do not stop running.

Because today?

Today is not the day they learn.

Today is the day they survive.

---

Shiu Kong is desperate.

Not in a normal way.

Not in a "I need food" way.

Not even in a "Toji is still trying to kill me" way.

No.

He is desperate in a "I have won my mate but I still do not know how to mate" way.

And that?

That is humiliating.

Because you?

You are waiting.

And Shiu Kong?

Shiu Kong is stalling.

Since Toji refused to help and chased them out of his cave with a spear, there is only one option left.

Shiu Kong must figure it out himself.

You grunt. (What now?)

Shiu Kong grunts back. (We… study.)

You tilt your head. (Study what?)

Shiu Kong looks around.

Then he grins. (Animals.)

The Nature Documentary Gone Wrong.

Shiu Kong and you hide behind a rock.

A pair of wolves are nearby.

Mating.

You squint. (That look… uncomfortable.)

Shiu Kong frowns. (Too much biting. Maybe no bite so much.)

You nod. (Yes. Not fun.)

Then—

The wolves suddenly stop.

Turn their heads.

And stare directly at them.

Shiu Kong and you freeze.

The wolves do not blink.

Then—

They start chasing them.

---

After barely surviving the wolf chase, Shiu Kong reconsiders.

You squat next to him. (No animals?)

Shiu Kong grunts. (No. Need better way.)

You think.

Then—

You point. (Old people.)

Shiu Kong blinks. (What?)

(Old people know. Old people mate before.)

Shiu Kong stares at you.

Then at the oldest couple in the tribe.

Two wrinkly, ancient elders sitting by the fire. (They are 38.)

Shiu Kong squints. (…You want to ask?)

You grin. (Yes.)

Shiu Kong shudders. (…Fine. You ask.)

You grunt. (NO. YOU MATE. YOU ASK.)

Shiu Kong groans.

Then, with the strength of a man who has already suffered too much, he approaches the elders.

The tribe watches.

Gojo leans forward. (Oh. This gonna be good.)

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. (What now.)

Toji squints. (He not—)

Shiu Kong kneels in front of the elders.

Clears his throat.

And then—

(HOW TO MATE?)

Silence.

The fire crackles.

The elders stare.

Then—

The old man leans forward.

(…Why you ask?)

Shiu grunts. (No know how.)

The old man nods solemnly. (Ah. Weak.)

Shiu Kong twitches.

Toji snorts.

The old woman speaks. (You mate no know?)

You grumble from behind Shiu Kong. (NO. WE BOTH STUPID.)

The elders consider this.

Then the old woman sighs. (Times different now. Back then, people know things. Now? Young people dumb.)

Shiu Kong grits his teeth. (Yes. Dumb. HELP.)

The old man leans back. (You pay price.)

Shiu Kong frowns. (What price?)

The elders grin.

And that?

That is how Shiu Kong and you ended up carrying their things for three whole moons in exchange for mating knowledge.

Higuruma and his mate have gotten lost in the forest. Suguru, his mate, along with Sukuna and his mate have been sent to drag them because the rest are either too pregnant, too unserious, or too “woke” to go.

---

Three moons later, Shiu Kong and you finally figure it out.

The tribe sleeps peacefully.

No more spying on wolves.

No more awkward asking.

No more Toji trying to kill them.

Just one satisfied couple who had to suffer for the knowledge.

---

Shiu Kong is clean.

This is a problem.

Because Shiu Kong does not remember when he agreed to this.

And yet—

Here he is.

Sitting in the river.

Being scrubbed like a dirty rock.

And worst of all?

He is not alone.

The River of Suffering has—

Toji gritting his teeth.

Gojo whining.

Yuki growling.

Sukuna hissing like a wet cat.

Shoko giggling.

Suguru’s mate trying to bite his arm off.

All of them sitting in the river, being aggressively scrubbed down by their mates.

Nanami and Higuruma?

They are standing on the riverbank.

They are watching.

They are laughing.

Higuruma grins. (Look at them. Strongest men in the tribe. Reduced to… this.)

Nanami nods. (Truly, this is justice.)

Toji growls. (THIS IS HUMILIATING.)

Yuki groans. (I’M TOO STONG FOR BATHS.)

Shoko laughs harder. (I’M SO HIGH.)

Gojo flails. (MY SKIN TOO SOFT FOR THIS.)

Sukuna snarls at his happy warrior but hygienic mate. (IF YOU SCRUB HARDER, I WILL EAT YOU.) She boops his nose. He shuts up.

Suguru yells at his mate to sit still. She promptly starts crying, and then when he bends, she jumps on his back, pushing him in the water, and runs away.

Ijichi’s mate is making bubbles underwater with her farts. (They have been made to sit far away from the rest of the group otherwise Gojo might evolve into a worse clown.)

Meanwhile—

Shiu Kong is silent.

He blinks at the water.

At his own reflection.

He does not remember how he got here.

Not in a "where am I?" way.

But in a "when did I stop being the selfish bastard of the tribe and become… this?" way.

His mate is scrubbing his arms.

She is focused. Gentle.

She is happy.

And Shiu Kong, against all logic, against all his past instincts—

Is not angry about it.

In fact—

He is happy.

Shiu Kong is not suffering.

Shiu Kong is not losing.

Shiu Kong is at peace.

He sees Toji, Sukuna, and Gojo complaining.

He sees Nanami and Higuruma laughing.

He sees his own mate, smiling as she washes his hair.

And suddenly—

He gets it.

He understands.

He has won.

Not by conquering.

Not by taking.

But by having something real.

By earning something.

By having a mate who actually cares.

So—

Instead of growling.

Instead of fighting.

Shiu Kong leans back into the water.

He lets his mate wash him.

And for the first time in his life—

He knows he is exactly where he is supposed to be. :)

---

A/N: Shiu Kong thought he was the alpha. But turns out, love is just letting someone pin you to the dirt in front of your enemies and still asking for seconds. Anyway, rate his courtship attempts: Growled “MATE” at the reader like a busted microwave Stole a dying boar and called it romantic Asked Toji to demonstrate mating and almost died Got washed in a river like a shameful dog and liked it Should we give him a redemption arc or have him try to unionize the tribe’s beta males? or Should Shiu Kong get mating advice from: A) Gojo B) Suguru’s feral wife C) Wolf pack D) Nanami’s disappointed gaze? Drop in a fake caveman meme in the comments, e.g., 🗿: me strong 💀: me wrong 🐗: me bring boar 😔: she ignore Screaming encouraged. Braincells not required. 🔥💀🦴 A fake tribal proverb: “Give a caveman a fish, he’ll grunt for a day. Teach a caveman to mate, and he’ll never ask Toji again.”

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He's renovated every inch of the house, turning it into the perfect home. You wanted stained glass windows? Done.

A bay window so you can cuddle up and read your books whilst you watch him work in the garden? Easy.

The doorways need to be arched? Agreed.

You wish the pantry was bigger? Well, of course, your family's going to grow bigger and you'll need to be able to feed them so he better get on that quick.

Every single inconvenience, every whim, every dream board is handled as soon as it even registers on his mind that you're itching for change. He never complains. He just works diligently in the garage, sanding the wood down in fear that you might get a splinter, adjusting the height of shelves according to what you can reach, and inviting you over to paint however you please, wanting to have your essence in every project, in every room, and in all the the inches of the home you're building together.

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami is ready when you are. Just one sniff of the air, even all the way outside of the house, from his car, and he knows exactly what his wife needs. The door will fly open and you’ll find your body pressed against the wall, panties to your ankles, and a face buried between your cheeks. His tongue is long and wide, covering the whole area of your pussy and not missing a single drop as he quenches his thirst with your nectar. And when he worms it inside? 

Oh, you’re shaking and whimpering, nails clawing down the wall. Wriggling it with expert skill, he reaches deep inside you, teasing your pleats and that soft, gooey spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

"W-welcome home, Kenny! Missed you."

His cheek nuzzles against your ass, tongue licking the errant dribbles of your sweet juices, and mutters, "Hmm, I can tell. I missed you too, sweetheart. Now, why don't you help your husband and spread your legs just a little wider, hmm? Good girl."

Honestly, he could stay there for hours, bruises on his knees and crick in his neck be damned. And he has.

Many times. 

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami is territorial. He marks you before he leaves for work every day and even when you're just going out to meet friends. You don't mind; it's in his nature, after all. But, he does drive himself mad over making sure you smell only of him.

Like, this one time your friend's boyfriend had shown up last minute to brunch and had given you a hug. He was touchy, not in a bad way, but you did cringe when he'd brush up against you, knowing your husband was gonna throw a fit.

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami sensed something was wrong immediately when you returned home.

"Whose scent is that?" He asked, voice low and monotone.

Trying to do damage control, you cuddled up on him, making a face when he didn't wrap his arms around you automatically. "My friend's new man. He's nice."

Oh no.

You complimented another man.

Fuck, you thought. You just wanted to reassure him no one had hurt you.

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami walked away, unbridled tension oozing from his muscular frame, shaking the house. He hid himself away in the garden. With a sigh, you got out of your outside clothes and showered, scrubbing your body as best as you could. You didn't take the sudden distance to heart — he wanted to calm down before he said or did something he'd regret, you knew that.

After a while, when he returned, you thought maybe he'd got it out of his system by running or tearing down a tree or two. But the dark shadows in his eyes, as he stepped into your bedroom, said otherwise. So did the thick piece of wood he held in his hands. It was long with three holes. The smell of new wood lingered in the air; it was freshly made.

You sat up. "Is that a stock?"

"On your knees."

That was how you found yourself, ass spanked raw, wrists trapped, head stuck, on the bed. He was behind you, not filling you up just yet. Grunting, he jerked himself off for the third time in the hours you'd been there in that position, accepting that he needed it and making a show of the puffiness of your drenched cunt. All for him.

Intent on marking you with his cum, you could feel his spend drying on your back and on your thighs, and when you squeezed your legs together, you moaned at the dull friction, hungry for the scalding brand of his possessiveness on your skin.

"Who's your husband?"

"You, Ken!" The tip of his cock, hot and soaked, met your clit, rubbing through the slick there. Jostling with your squirming, the, somehow, expertly made stock protested your attempts to free yourself — you so badly wanted to touch him, to feel and soothe him. "Put it in! Please. I want to cum too!"

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami's sardonic laugh was foreign. You felt your nipples tingle at the sound. "Bad girls don't get to have what they want. Good wives are supposed to behave, to not drive their husbands wild with the stench of another man all over their whorish bodies. Now, look, our house reeks with his scent. What will our cubs think?"

"I'm sorry, Kento! I didn't mean to. I promise. I'm so sorry."

The head of his cock breached the entrance of your pussy, teasing and reminding you of just how amazing it felt to have him inside, reaching every inch, rubbing and filling you up. A thumb pressed against your clit. Your back arched.

"I know you are, sweetheart." He gathered some of your juices onto his fingers. You couldn't see him bring it to his lips but you heard the dirty sluuurrp! "It's why I'll eventually let you out of your restraints and let you ride me. You can make yourself cum on my cock. I think that's more than you deserve right now, but Kennypooh just can't help himself; he needs to make his wife happy. But you'll put up with me, with Kento, for a little longer, won't you?"

"Yes! Yes, Ken! Cum all over me. Mark me. Drown me in your cum. I want to feel you on my skin. Fuck, take what you need, baby!"

He groans. "Thank you, sweetheart. So good to me. So good to your stupid husband, w-who can't get a fucking grip! Who can't stand the -fuck!- thought of some man stealing you from him. Who'd kill anyone who tried."

And drown you in his cum he did. You were leaking from all holes, aching and sore. The mattress had to be replaced. So did the broken bed frame and the stock which he tore off you with his bare hands, when the desperate need to feel you around him overwhelmed his spirit.

It'd be nice to say you learnt a lesson but truthfully, when he becomes too nice, too worshippy, you misbehave just a little so you can watch him unravel all over again.

He loves it deep down.

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami loves outdoor sex. You live in a very foresty area, with a huge garden for your cubs to roam around. But even then, your family goes camping very frequently; your husband firmly believes in disconnecting from technology and the quiet thrum of suburbia. So, whilst the children explore the river and compete to catch the most fish, you two busy yourselves with your own competition – who can make the other cum the fastest.

Dirty sounds of wet squelches, the slapping of skin, and low groans and growls are masked by the rushing of the water in the background, the chirping of the birds overhead, and the slow whooshing of the wind, which, with his broad, hulking body, he covers you from. There’s no one around for miles and the kids are close enough for their father to hear if they need help but far enough for their developing senses to not know a thing. Still, the threat of being discovered by unsuspecting hikers or fellow campers urge you two tighter together.

Usually, with his thick, curving cock, he can wrangle a couple orgasms out of you within ten minutes so he has an upper hand. As a breed known for their ferocity, he’s learnt to keep his cool in any and all situations, thus, no matter how tight your pussy is or how saccharine sweet your barely muted moans sound to his sensitive ears, he holds out to win.

"Come on, sweetheart. The poor things will be h-hungry. Why don't you just give in, hmm? Show me -hah- how much you love your husband."

Delirious and dizzy, you hiss, through your moans, "No way. Why don't you give in, Kento? Show your -ah, fuck! harder, yessss- y-your wife how much you love her."

He plunges his cock in. Hard. Ramming through that tight ring of muscle at your entrance and pulling squelches after squelches out of your greedy pussy.

"I."

Thrust.

"Am."

Thrust.

Most of the time, he does win, and you have no cause for complaint, but, when you’re feeling particularly bratty, you cling onto him, fighting for purchase through the sweat and crumpling of clothes you haven’t even bothered to take off before mauled you like a beast, and whisper your trump card:

“Fuck another -ngh!- baby in me, Kenny. I want a-another cub!”

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami growls.

“You -hah- said, t-two was enough.”

“I changed my mind.” He’s pummelling his cock harder inside you, pelvis grinding against your clit. The friction is delicious. “Didn’t you –yes, right there! Oh fuck– you said, whatever I want, I get, didn’t you?”

Hair a mess, glasses strewn off, he throws his head back, eyes glossy with the image of you full and round with his seed, your breasts heavy and leaking, and all reliant on him and only him. “Y-yes, honey. Kento will give you whatever you -fuck!- want.”

With his hot cum flooding your pussy pushing you over the edge too, you grin into his lips when he mouths baby names.

You win. 

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami makes for a really nice heater. Body soft from hyperphagia, anticipating hibernation, you love to lay on him, feeling the pudge on his pecs or stomach and groping everywhere you can reach like a stress ball. Years later, he still gets embarrassed. Sometimes he shuffles away, trying to cover himself up, but then you’re climbing back on him again and chomping on his neck in threat, much like he does to you when he overstimulates your poor clit too much and you attempt to squirm away. Oh, how he hates when you do that. 

“Sweetheart, please don’t squeeze my pec like that,” he pleads. "I know I've gained more weight than last year. I'll work it off soon."

You pinch his nipple, laughing when he gasps. “Shush, Kennypooh. I know you’re feeling a little insecure ‘cause you’re not all ripped or whatever, but I love this phase. It's my favourite time of the year. Your body turns so perfect for cuddling. God, I never want to get off you.”

Sighing, the tension fades away from his body and he melts into the bed, one arm cradling your waist to keep you on him and the other creeping up to your ass so he can grope you too. “If you say so, sweetheart. But perhaps, you should move your hips so we can finish in time for pick-up?”

Ah, right. His cock is wedged inside your weeping pussy, keeping each other warm in the best way. How funny. You’d almost forgotten that your juices are leaking down his balls, which have grown bigger somehow too, and pooling on the sheets. Once and twice, your walls clamp down on him. You're so full you feel him in your lungs.

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami’s growl sounds pained. His grip on you tightens. “C-careful, honey. I -hah- almost came before you.”

“Would that be so terrible?” You tease, sucking a mark on his collarbone where the hair is more sparse.

“Not usually, but we won’t -hmm, you’re so warm, my love- won’t h-have time to make you cum on my face at least three times. You know how I get.”

You sigh and he takes that as a sign to flip you over and rut into you, huge, hot body pinning you down and unfurling that growing bundle of pleasure inside. In your little cave like this, it’s easy to forget that autumn is waning into winter and, out there, it’s beginning to snow, leaving a thin sheet of frost all around. With him holding you to his body like you could disappear at any second, you don’t feel the shift in the seasons, not the whistling of the wind, or the call of nature.

It’s just him and you. 

As it should be.

Full of his cum, sweaty, and deeply satisfied, you lie on his chest, playing with the hairs on his chest. Your eyes threaten to shut. He pats your ass. "It's time to get our little troublemakers, honey. I wonder what they got up to in school."

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami is terrific with the cubs. Truly. Well, you always knew he would be, but to see all those traits and virtues you fell in love with in practice with the product of your love is mesmerising. He’s so patient – he doesn’t raise his voice when they make a mess or they can’t follow his instructions on their homework. Instead, when they don’t quite understand a thing or another, he changes his approach, recognising that children learn in ways different to yourselves.

When they were respectively newborns, he had carried the brunt of the nightly cries and the tantrums. He has a way of navigating through their big feelings and calming them down, using firm, but gentle parenting to encourage them to use their words. All the mothers at their nursery are practically in love with him every time he shows up the other fathers with his hands-on approach.

You just know those bitches are plotting your divorce. And, well, you don't blame them.

Every persistent, nonsensical question they have are met with seriousness, giving power to their inquisitive, growing minds.

“Why does that man rub himself on that woman, Papa?” Little Kenji asks. 

Sat on a picnic blanket and making full use of the warm weather, you all enjoy a nice lunch under the sun. The youngest, Mio, is in your lap, twirling your hair as if it’s the most amazing thing she’s ever seen, whilst the eldest is using his father’s back like a rock climbing exercise. 

Musing for a second, he eventually answers, “He’s of a breed similar to us. And just like bears, he’s leaving his scent on her.”

“Oh, yeah! It’s called, ‘marking,’ isn’t it?”

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami smiles. “That’s right, son. We mark to make sure everyone knows our loved ones are ours and they shouldn’t even think about taking them away from us.”

Kenji glances at you and frowns. “Do you do that to Mama?”

“Yes. Very often.” 

You roll your eyes playfully when he shoots you a wink. 

The little boy stomps over to your corner of the blanket and squishes your cheeks in his grubby hands from behind, sending a fierce glare to his father. “Good. Because I don’t want anyone taking Mama away!”

Mio makes a sound in agreement. 

“No one’s taking me away,” you say, tickling your cubs and laughing along with their giggles. “Your Papa wouldn’t let them, would he?”

You look up at him.

Brown bear hybrid!Nanami’s eyes shine with something you know you mirror. He roves over all of your features, trying to commit the view to memory, and when those beautiful eyes finally land on yours, his smile channels a message only you know. His thumb brushes against the gold band on your finger. He raises it to his soft lips and whispers yet another vow you know he’ll forever uphold.

“Never.”

Wanting to tease his sweet lil' Bunny, Toji would have made you wait even longer (so he could do a bit of actual work) but you always kept him on his toes. You were so much of a brat you pushed limits with him constantly.

This time your achieve your naughty goal by flashing him your pantyless pussy.

"Whoops, must have forgot to put some on this morning! I'm so silly huh, Daddy?"

You bat your lashes and sway your jiggling hips so innocently. Like the hot sun wasn't glistening off the gooey slick drenching your puffy pussy lips —it was fucking obscene.

Obviously, Toji is hard instantly but you still needed to be taught a lesson and he'd yet to keep his promise of 'fucking some manners into your haughty cunt.'

You clearly still didn't know how to act.

What with his lil' Bunny skipping around the farm all morning bare assed and so nonchalantly too?

How many times does he have to remind you he'd kill someone over you?

No one else was allowed to see what belonged to him alone...

Jealous as hell, Toji angerily snatches you up as you squee in excitement finally getting what you'd been craving. Easily flipping you over, Toji's large muscular arms drapes you over the old wooden fence like you were a mere feather.

The fact that Toji was supposed to be patching up said fence, not causing further structural damage from how hard he was about to tear your ass up is not lost on him. He simply just can't bring himself to give a fuck at the moment, not when you get him so riled up like this. Pushing your thin white sundress up your back, Toji doesn't even need to prepare you before he ruts into your heated core. Honestly, it didn't take Toji long at all to mold your pretty lil' pussy to the shape of his stocky girth. Your wet warm hole welcomes him back eagerly like it was his home. The pull of that creamy cunny of yours sucking him deeper to the hilt—even before his own hips could shealth himself fully inside—shit.

"That's a good girl bunny, that pussy opens up so good f'er me now, n'—HELL... She's just as fuckin' tight too."

Pistoning forward, Toji doesn't waste time with warming you up with slow strokes.

Not when you act out like this.

He knows once you get this way you are practically begging for him to pound you rough, deep and fast.

True to the nickname he bestowed you Bunny, you wanted him to fuck you stupid like one daily. Demanding Toji's hefty cock be plunged into your cunt during all hours of the day—especially at night.

Your slutty pussy was so hungry for his dick stretching her, you even foolishly volunteered the farm's security codes to Toji. Meaning he could slip not only in and out of your room at night —but the farm entirely. This was excellent for the illegal business he was forming under the cover of the farm.

Little risk of getting caught now too.

That old farmer slept like the dead and he'd been able to bribe the less than scrupulous night security workers.

Heh. Smuggling contraband in now was a breeze.

But in order for his plan to be put fully in motion he needed to knock you up quickly. Cumming in your quivering pussy 3-4 times a day was a necessity and Toji was more than up for the task.

He needed a baby in you yesterday.

And yet the way your greedy pussy hungered for him, strangling his length every time you came on his cock for the nth time made him think she secretly wanted to be a mommy too —you were the only one who didn't know that yet. You milked him so well like you were made for Toji to breed you —just waiting all this time for his nefarious ex-con cock to destroy you.

Toji grunts escalate as the old fence creaks and shakes from him brutishly bullying himself further into your guts. You moan deeply with every maddening thrust of his pelvis forcing his thick meaty cockhead to kiss your womb.

"Shiiit..Mmmm—OOOH!" The rebound of your plump ass ripples against his pelvis and Toji thinks its his favorite sight in the world. Both hands on your hips, Toji digs crescents into your flesh as he drives him into you over and over, deeper and deeper. The vulgar noises of moist skin slapping echo from your bodies —bodies which only get hotter and wetter under the oppressive heat of the sun and it's all so intoxicating. Your chest heaves as you take desperate breathes, your lungs struggle to even expand with how roughly Toji plowing into you.

There's nothing you can do but dangle there and let Daddy Toji use you like he wanted—not that you would have it any other way, loving when his cock purees your mind into just as much of the sloppy mess as your pussy. Toji could tell by your cries too just how your ass liked to be ferally manhandled like you were one of these barn animals.

"Yeah that's right my slutty brat 'moo' louder f'er Daddy while ya squirt on his cock. Ya wanna let this whole farm know who's making you feel this good, huh ma?"

You whine at Toji likening your pleasure filled sobs to that of cow noises but you're needy 'lil cunny only squeezes him tighter —just as he knew she would. Toji knows how much you like him talking crazy to you when he's fucking you six ways to Sunday, balls smacking your clit.

Thankfully no one could actually hear you from way out here. Meaning he was free to spew all kinds of nasty shit into your ear drawing even more slobber from your swollen pussy lips. It only made you hotter on the inside your mind only focusing on his debased dirty talk and the drag of his cock against your g-spot —Toji was hitting it perfectly from this angle. "Ya know ya fuckin' suck at milking cows but this juicy pussy? She sure knows how t'milk a cock like its 'er job." And it would be your job too if Toji had any say. Fuck going back to school at the end of summer and fuck getting a career. You didn't need to do anything but lay on your back and let Toji do the rest. Heh, you wouldn't be able to do much else but be on your back once you started growing his kids inside you anyway. He'd keep you nice n fucked out to the point you'd almost stay pregnant.

Spanking your ass harshly, the sting fills fresh tears on your already bleary eyes. You squeak between your pitchy moans as your pussy weeps so much of your arousal around your sex and down your thighs the squelchy gurgles of your creamy cunt are heard throughout the field.

"S'gudddd Daddy! HAH—HARDER!!"

You really are the perfect slut for him. Wanting him to go harder?

Could you even handle that?

As your reward Toji gifts you another spank, shaking the fence entirely now as it sways on its exposed hinges. It's a miracle it's still standing.

But Toji was determined to have you all for himself, to have everything —you, the farm, a wife —to bring Megumi here away from his twisted ass family so you could be the mother he never had. Thoughts of domesticating you makes him want to bust in you even more as he chases his release.

Wrapping an arm around your middle Toji lifts you so he can thumb at your clit. The rough pad of his thickest digit scrapes over your bud sending rapid tingles through your body that has drool pouring out of your mouth and cunt. "Daddy's gonna put his milk in y'er tummy, yeah Bunny? Tell me ya want it slutty mama —beg me f'er it."

But you can't beg, you can't do anything but ride the rapturous wave of pleasure radiating from your core as you squirt on his cock like a good Bunny. Your orgasm following soon after with enough force from erratic rhythm of spasms in your walls to make Toji spurt is scorching seed inside you. Filling your womb as you purr from the sensation.

Toji bites harshly down on your shoulder —another mark you'd have to hide from your uncle —who thought you were just a rather clumsy girl getting so many marks on you from your farm chores.

Slicked in sweat and your gushy pussy's fluids Toji slumps forward still inside you, his entire weight bearing down on you.

"T-Tojiiiii!" You whine in that pretty, utterly angelic way Toji usually can't resist but he had to keep his cock plugged in you a bit longer if he wanted a baby in you by the end of the month. He eases up a bit though, rubbing your sore ass cheeks and murmuring something about 'when he finally gets to use your ass' as his thumb ghosts aimlessly over your puckered hole.

When Toji finally pulls out of you, you're barely standing. Slumping your elbows on the fence, your hips went a bit numb from being folded like a pancake over the rough wood fence with a big man like Toji putting his weight on you.

Truthfully, Toji didn't even want to pull out. He could go a few more but you need to get back to the farm soon before your uncle came around looking. He'd question you if you kept missing lunch everything.

As if you could read Toji's thoughts you pipe up, voice a bit hoarse already from all your moaning. "I told my uncle I'd probably walk to the lake again today. So he won't be expecting me back until the evening, you know..." After enough feeling returns to your lower body you push off the fence and prance over to a nearby tree at the edge of the clearing. Pulling off your dress fully you lay it down on the lush green grass in the shade. Fully nude, the sun peeks through the shade's leaves, decorating your skin in its shadowed rays.

You stretch like a cat on your makeshift dress-blanket. Spreading your legs wide and arching, you gaze over to Toji from under your babydoll lashes. He's already on his way over to you. "Looks like I'm your lunch today Daddy... c'mon n' eat me up before I get cold."

Oh you didn't know what you fucking did to him... or maybe you did?

You were clever sure but all reason flew out the window when it came to Toji from the minute he first jammed his cock into your lewd sappy cunt.

Heh, you wanted FarmHand!Toji to ruin you? Well little did you know that's exactly what he planned to do anyway— trap you, and ruin your life and that pussy of yours at the same time.

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Back on farm an old dusty white bus stops at the gate.

A lone prisoner exits, a man accused of being a serial killer— 27 victims all skinned and gutted mercilessly like fish in under two years.

However, the man has always protested his innocence.

The evidence at best was circumstantial, with a conviction based solely off of a lone witness who was later proven to be unreliable. As a result the appeal of his life sentence is currently in process, much to the excitement and anger, respectfully, of both his many supporters and detractors.

Yet the way his P.O. comically cowers is a stark contrast to the vibe of the prisoner. The tall, well built convict appears calm, somber even.

This was really the man that killed 27 people?

His eyes survey his surroundings with the hesitant curiosity of a puppy—nothing like the dangerous threat the courts or his P.O. make him out to be. Handed over into your uncle's care, the flighty P.O. quickly gets back on the bus, signalling the driver to get ghost quickly as if your uncle would change his mind at the last minute.

Your uncle on the other hand isn't intimidated at all by the notorious, supposedly innocent, pigtailed cold blooded killer. "Welcome to the farm, son. Like I tell everyone, just do as your told and stay outta trouble —you'll do fine I reckon. Don't fuck this up now, boy. In your case especially, this is the chance to prove yourself worthy of an appeal or its back to solitary for life Choso Kamo."

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narrowing leafy eyes straight back at him, toji lets out a snarling grouse. “anywaaays,” and he turns toward you, a near pout on his lips. “sugar, you can like to delete him now . . or whatever.”

you giggle. “i can’t do that, i wished for him, silly.” and you could already tell toji was getting jealous.

he practically reeked of it, but that’s probably what happens when you get too attached to fictional characters…. oops!

toji huffs at your answer and within a blink of an eye, your attention is already wholly fixated on shiu.

just …. like …… thaaat.

you’re still nude with the fluffed covers shielding your bare chest before your eyes start to rove and wander yet again. shiu hunches over the side of the bed with the same cigarette sticking between his teeth.

in a way, now that you think about it.. he actually resembles toji.

they both had dark black hair — growing, ruff facial hair with strong, citrusy cologne scents.

shiu’s was far much louder though, even louder than toji’s whose you’d always be able to smell from a mile away.

however - you’re so kept up in your thoughts that you don’t even realize he is now cupping your chin.

“my my, girl. look ‘atcha,” shiu’s low voice pitches naturally, taking a subtle glance at a very annoyed toji before tittering. “mhm, mhm. gorgeous face with an even more gorgeous body, my kinda woman,” and as he continued to speak, brushing a thumb over your pursed spit-glossed lips, shiu tilted his head. “toji couldn’t handle a fine girl like you, pretty doll.”

“like you could.” toji cockily crosses his arms, bulgy veins in his arms protruding within each confident flex.

“oh i can, sweetheart,” shiu looks at toji while he’s still caressing your chin.

you held back a giggle, hearing toji’s ‘weirdo…’ of a mumble slip past his lips at the little petname shiu gave him.

the air felt substantially thick, and you had to repeatedly blink again, and again and again..

this still didn’t even feel real.

the more the soft pad of shiu’s thumb smears alluring circles over your lips, the more you can already feel butterflies bubbling up inside of your tummy. looking down back at you, shiu hums hoarsely. “tell me, dove. what do you want, hm?”

“i…” you timidly croak, nearly gasping once you can feel yourself throbbing underneath the thick covers.

fuck- you just couldn’t think straight. but if you were being completely honest though, you stopped thinking with your brain a long time ago..

you were now thinking between your legs, because as the throbbing above your thighs started to quickly accelerate, you whined out a pretty, “i want you both.”

“oh, please.” toji scoffs, the mental image of having to share you nearly making him gag.

not that long ago, he had one night with you after you wished for him - just one night, and he wanted you all to himself.

he still couldn’t get over how good you rode him, milking him until he was whining for more.

“you heard her, toji,” shiu pried his finger back away from your wet lips, giving his best friend a teasing pat on the shoulder. “the pretty girl wants us both.”

“technically, she wants me. you weren’t even here in the last fic-”

“the… what?”

they started to bicker right before your eyes and you couldn’t help but eye roll.

they were practically arguing like an old married couple.

arguing over . . well, you.

you laid back against the plump pillow as you watched the two broad beefy men before you talked each others ears off. toji was still shirtless, and your eyes landed on his back sometimes expose his entire ripped physique every time he turned to his side.

countless, lightning-shaped scratches ran down his back like stripes, and you felt a bit sheepish knowing you did that.

toji rubs a hand over his neck before hearing a slight ‘crack!’ and groans from the release of tight muscles. you didn’t know why, but the simple action alone made the throbbing from earlier pick up again.

“finee,” toji ends the argument, a pout still displayed on his lips. “whoever makes her cum the most wins.”

shiu smiles to himself—sexily positioning his tie with a single hand before they’re both now turning their gazes toward you.

this was your cue to dramatically gulp, and you did before feeling a cool heat of air starting to wash between your thighs.

as the two men stood before you, you already knew one thing for sure. .

you were about to absolutely crushed - literally.

it didn’t take long at all before you found yourself bent over - arched on all fours with your tongue already rolling its way out your wide open mouth.

your hands, as wobbly as they were, pierced deeply into the rickety mattress. the second shiu lays his tongue flat against your wet cunt, you couldn’t help but mewl out a cute ‘ooooooh!’

he’s positioned behind you, his rosé-colored cigarette tossed in your nearby trash can as he holds your hips in place. meanwhile, toji’s in front of you with a hand placed on top of your raised chin.

“sugaaar, eyes up here,” he grunts, feeling your hands quickly claw their way at his freely nude cock.

toji was still tender from earlier and oh - you knew that entirely.

it’s probably only been about a few hours and he was already missing your pretty tight throat wrapped around his dick. he also couldn’t help but miss how warm you felt from the inside, how good you always clamped on his achingly needy shaft.

“ ‘m gonna need ‘ta see you work that mouth again for me, can you do that?”

“mhm-” you moan, caught off guard once you hear a wind of spit loudly preparing itself in shiu’s mouth.

thick, stubby fingers vertically swipe down your clit before with a messy ‘spat!’ - shiu ends up creating a sticky mess right against your entrance. you’re shivering, starting to lose your train of thought the second his crooked lips invade your folds with a barrage of open-mouthed kisses.

shiu’s messy - and he knew right away how to put his tongue to good use.

two, large hands cup your rocky hips before his pointed nose starts to zigzag its way down the sopping slot of your pussy. “yeaaah, girl, arch more against… mmph- my fuckin’ face,” he grunts, and you’re whimpering before wrapping a hand around toji’s veiny length.

like always, it stands tall before you—his tip a pearly flashing pink with remnants of dried cum dribbling from each stout side.

shiu could feel your hips frantically raising and spotting that cute, adorable arch of yours grow higher from each twisting curl of his tongue inside of you.

as his parched tongue reaches even deeper angles, he flicks his tip against toji’s cum that still lived inside of you. remnants of it still plugged into you, and he didn’t bat a single lash at all once he started to ‘clean’ you up.

“hah- such a sweet taste.” he purrs, using a thumb to spread the right cheek of your ass wider.

shiu lays his tongue fully flat, starting his way from the very top of your hole before slurping down. each loud squelch echoed through your ears, bouncing through each of your thinly made walls.

you honestly felt bad for your neighbors . . then again—this entire time, you sort of forgot about their sheer existence.

oh well! fuck them!

girl, not actually..

but toji and shiu were the exception though!

with shiu still devouring your cunt, you feel toji shuddering once you start to glue a few sloppy kisses against the tender head of his cock.

it’s poorly swollen still, with a blushing pink as a few veins decorate the sides. your hand that wraps around his shaft starts to give it a few pumps, feeling him already melting like wax near the wick of a candle.

“mhm-” his hand grips onto your hair, tightening by the very second. you couldn’t think straight with shiu repeatedly fucking his tongue in and out of your dripping cunt though.

every time his stubbled mustache would brush against your entrance, you’d holler out countless pretty moans. “sooo . . fuckin’ pretty,” toji rasps, cupping a big hand underneath your relaxed jaw.

you’re still stroking him, hearing the wet sloshes of your palm against his skin pitch louder before he groans. with ravened bangs running through his halfway-open eyes, toji brings his angry red tip towards your glossy puckered lips. “ ‘y gonna open for me? f- fuck, that cute throat of yours looks a bit empty.”

instantaneously, your tongue sticks itself out and you moan once toji starts to play with you again.

smack! after smack! - and he’s just softly hitting the teary cream-coated tip of his dick against your needy, sobbing tastebuds continuously..

a curving smirk starts to run across his lips as he watches that pout slowly marinating against your saddened features. “aww, look at that ‘lil frown, so cute,” he teases, your tongue still perfectly rolled out of your lips. shiu’s still eating you from behind, nibbling every few seconds against your nub just to earn a whine out of you. “manners, princess. y’know this.”

“please,” you’d spat, mentally cringing each time his hardened cock slapped itself against the tip of your tongue. you wanted more than just a cheap millisecond of a taste. so so bad..

whiteish strings of pre-cum and your saliva mixed from every time he’d pull his length away from your poor twitching lips. toji hears the wretched whine cutely gargle its way out of your voicebox, and he hums in amusement. letting off an irritated grunt, you poutingly correct yourself. “pretty.. please.”

“atta fuckin’ girl,” toji praises with a slight grumble, greeting your spit-glossed lips with yet another kiss.

he was feral, the sounds of teeth clashing only grew louder by the second as you started to pulse again.

shiu grunts, feeling you sneak a hand near the hem of his slacks. as your wet lips were still being tackled by toji’s, your thumb ghosted against his cottony boxers. the waistband folds from your touch and shiu breathes sharply, inching closer toward your face.

“aw, don’t hog her, toji,” shiu whispers, bringing his pursed lips to yours.

now - they were both kissing you, fighting over who could make your lips swollen first.

you moaned, tasting treacly slings of saliva depart from all sets of lips. toji tsks silently, poking his tongue inside your mouth while shiu playfully nibbles against the bottom of your lip.

you felt so hot - both of them started to put their hands on you, feeling all over your body and you couldn’t help but arch from all the burning touches.

“f- fuuuck.” you’d whimper, your tummy tucking inward in excitement at the feeling of shiu’s fingers skipping down your tummy.

they both had one thing in common for sure. they were fuckin’ handsy..

shiu’s feeling down your chest and toji’s got one hand holding the back of your head, another caressing down your thigh.

“hah- still a messy girl.” toji utters, squeezing your cum-glossed lips together before leaning up close, bringing you into a very hot kiss. you’re moaning, feeling toji’s callused open palms explore their way down your body - pulling your hips up oh-so eagerly.

his knee finds its way between your legs and you pout again. instinctively, that’s when your body starts to hump against his meaty limb.

“heh- she’s so excited,” shiu observes in a smoky whisper, getting up and pressing himself behind you. his lips were still slickly coated with your juices and he licked it clean - his tongue flirtatiously sliding around every damp spot.

with him being the one that was only fully clothed, you whined, feeling shiu’s hardened bulge of a tent press up against your bare ass.

he’s brick-hard, and shiu lets off a guttural groan once you playfully buck your ass back against him before rubbing against toji’s thigh once more. toji’s fat thumbs create a sensual path down your body, locating each pretty curve before grabbing your hips.

cocking his head slightly, his tongue dips inside your mouth before he starts to suck against your slippery wet tongue.

it’s a slow…..intimate action and with peeking flapping eyelids gradually opening, you could see his hooded green eyes already eyeing you.

he’s basically eye fucking you - intently locking eyes with you whilst his tongue battles yours in such a wet yet competitive way.

whenever toji kisses you - he’s just so greedy.

barely even giving you any time to breathe, he sloppily maneuvers his tongue against yours, groaning at each wet share of slaps! that resounds from both smacking lips.

his tongue even slithers its way out of your mouth for a split second, licking down your chin just to get it a bit wet.

shiu rolls his eyes, feeling the bulging tent in his slacks grow the more he stares at you and toji hungrily make out with each other.

“my turn,” shiu grumbles, softly pulling you away. gasping for breaths of fresh air, your lashes flap open for a second and you face shiu.

darkened brown eyes meet yours before he leans in, giving the left side of your neck a nice quick whiff. “mhmm, dove’s already startin’ ‘ta smell like me too, toji..” he whispers lowly, starting to suckle his lips against numerous tender spots of your skin.

you moaned, feeling toji nibble at your other shoulder with his hands meeting your rickety hips.

shiu’s touch was a bit softer, and more gentle while toji was more firm and hungry..

shiu’s painfully slow kisses (that almost felt like the entire world was pausing in the process) made you tingle the deeper he sucks against your tilted neck.

once he finally gets up to your face, shiu cunningly grins once he sees you cutely closing your eyes.

“ah, what’s this? were you expectin’ another kiss?” and your pout was your answer. a sweet, pouty frown tugs at each corner of your lips before shiu kisses the side of your mouth. “aw, poor thing. don’t pout, ‘m just messin’ with ya,” and within milliseconds, shiu’s lips finally slam against yours.

you felt a cool rush jolt down your body, moaning at the grasping, rough hands of both men touching each part of your body.

you’re still grinding against toji’s bulky thigh while whimpering against shiu’s lips - relishing in the faint fresh leavings of smoke on his tongue.

shiu’s got a bittersweet taste to him, and he brings a hand toward the back of your head, softly tilting it to a certain degree. “so needy for more.”

toji starts to breathe heavily, and he’s holding your hips in place, making you stay still. with airy pants leaving out of your wheezing lungs, you couldn’t help but circle your cunt around the center part of his thigh with your hips by shimmying yourself just a bit.

a candied whimper cuts out from your larynx at the sudden tenderness between your legs and you can feel shiu slowly smiling against your lips. “mhm? gonna make a mess on my thigh, girl? ‘s that why you can’t stop humpin’ on me?”

“mmph-” you’d moan as an inaudible response, your noises muffled due to how shiu’s tongue was still shoved down your throat.

you felt so tender. your entire body, it felt like you were on fire - between your legs, specifically.

you couldn’t help but wind your hips back against toji’s thick thigh, your hands finding their way toward your breasts to touch yourself while grinding against his leg.

“mhm, tryna give us a show, too?” toji grunts, verdant squinting eyes roving down your pretty chest.

your grinding doesn’t stop - in fact, you were only starting to get quicker.

shiu’s taking your breath away, literally, and he now starts to lap up the drool that drips down the crevices and corners of your chin. “such a diiiirty girl, didn’t know you get off ‘ta humpin’ my damn thigh, baby.”

“f- fuck, ‘m gonna hah- ohmygoddd!” you’d break away from shiu’s lips abruptly, your back arching as your hips finally come to an overwhelming halt.

you’re cumming - hard, and your cute battle cry of an orgasm was always music to their ears.

you’re feeling hot all over, and you’re steadily whimpering as you shamefully bury your face into the crook of shiu’s neck.

toji’s thigh was still propped up underneath you, slowly soaking with your slick wet mess as your ass continued to pathetically rock back ‘n forth against his veiny leg. “u- ugh, fuuuuck fuck!”

shiu reaches between your legs, giving your overstimulated cunt a niiiice squeeze before raising a brow. “y’er actin’ like this ‘n we haven’t even been inside ‘cha, yet.” you shivered, gasping once you felt the silvery band of shiu’s watch rub against your cunt.

slow - deep, thorough circles..

he’s smearing the front-protected part of the jewelry against your folds, feeling you cutely pulse against the protected glass.

it steams up right away from your wetness, and shiu could even hear just how wet you were.

your pussy was quite vocal—it was loud, sobbing and crying out little wet squelches of its own and you were still so so sensitive..

it’s cold the more he rubs it against the entrance of your pussy and he snickers at your reaction. shiu then starts nipping kisses near your neck once your body starts to shudder from the touch alone.

again, so sensitive..

the watch band instantly gets wet due to the syrupy stickiness that ran between your thighs, rubbing against the leathery strip. “she’s a wet girl today,” toji grunts, sliding his thigh from underneath you.

for some reason though . . you still couldn’t fathom that this was actually real.

toji fushiguro and shiu kong.

both sandwiched between you, sharing you- treating you like a mere rag doll.

then again, maybe this was a sign for you to stop reading so much fanfiction in your spare time and maybe…not get your back blown by literal fictional fuckin’ characters!

but fuck that.

why even bother to care when you can just be delusional right here…right now?

you’re interrupted from your thoughts once more once shiu pulls you into him. “dove- just a bit ago, you did say you wanted us both, yeah?” and you gulped, meeting toji’s eyes as he was on the bottom.

he’s laid out, beefy legs spread with his arms tucked behind his head. cocky cocky cocky.

you held back a moan once your eyes trailed down his overly hairy chest. so much of it too…

dark black bushes decorate down parts of his chest with his tummy a bit round ‘n plump at all angles. you’d probably melt if toji sank all of his weight on you. just putting you in a perfect mating pres-

“hey, focus, pretty,” shiu cups your face. you look at him, leaning into his gingerly soft touch and his body heat practically radiates against your exposed chest. “didya hear what i said?”

“y- yeah,” you sheepishly clear your throat, feeling his hands help you straddle over toji. “i can.. i can take you both.”

humming, shiu easily unbuckles his pants and his pants fall to the floor with a loud thuuud!

toji holds onto your hips tight, groaning before starting to give his cock a few solid beginning strokes.

the anticipation merely killed you - you couldn’t help but turn around, eyes nearly the size of table saucers once you see a glimpse of shiu’s cock.

he’s thick, and to top it all off, of course, he had that pretty ‘lil piercing through his dark pinkish frenulum.

prince fuckin’ albert..

you’d almost forgotten- that was yet another detail you decided to customize while toying with him on the game.

you requested for shiu kong to specifically have a dick piercing along with some of the other … vulgar things you arranged on his character.

you’ve heard about dick piercings but it’s hotter and different once you’re up close.

it’s somewhat pretty in a way - perfectly highlighting his tip as the steel piercing hooks over his frenulum.

it’s tucked right in, all the way in… and yet, for some reason… the more you stared, the more you started to feel yourself salivating.

you gulped so loud that you were almost positive one of them heard you.

shiu’s got a plethora of prominent veins running down each side of his shaft and it proudly stands tall, creamily tearing from each pinkish-tan corner with tears of milky precum.

“heh- i told toji ‘ta get a piercing like this but of course, he chickened out. me personally, man-”

“oh, fuck you,” toji grumbles, narrowing his eyes straight at shiu.

you hover over toji’s length which was also sheeny from the very top. it’s almost cute how his entire tip was so mushroomy and angrily flashing with various blushing colors of reddish pink.

they were both super super thick, and the mere thought of feeling them both stretching you out from the inside had your metaphoric panties in a twist. “i gotcha, sugar. look at me.” toji continues.

“oh, f- fuuuck,” you’d inhale deeply, your cunt immediately opening up at the welcoming gradual stretch of toji’s swollen cockhead.

you’re so tender, slowly sinking your way while your teeth bite down onto your bottom lip.

you’ve already felt toji - but shiu…

your heart’s pulse dramatically quickened by the second as you sank sank sank on toji’s fat cock.

“mhm,” shiu presses his chest against you, helping you secure yourself over toji’s lap.

with toji laid back comfortably, shiu’s right behind you with an arm snaking around your torso. a big hand meets its way between your legs, dragging a stubby thumb down your cunt that’s being stuffed with only about a good half of toji’s length so far. “let us hear that extra stretch, girl,” shiu hoarsely coos against your ear, aligning his leaking tip against your hole.

as a soft ‘mmngh!’ comes out from your lips, you land flat on toji’s hairy chest and he catches you with a smug grin, kissing your forehead.

but god - shiu’s stretch was simply out of this world. your eyes widened even larger than they already were as your lips pathetically spread apart, shaping into a surprised ‘o’ shape.

shiu’s stretching you out in every way possible. he’s groaning once he hears the pretty harmony of squelches leaving from both slick orifices.

his hand remains between your trembling thighs before his fingers start to rub against your pussy.

“there it is. that pretty stretch. ugh- there she fuckin’ iiiiis,” shiu reaches for the wooden headboard, nearly in awe at how perfect you were taking them both. your cunt squawks wetly, and your jaw just couldn’t stop itself from hanging.

the metal ring that glues on top of his tip immediately introduces itself against your puckering hole, giving it a sloppy frigid kiss of its own. with both stout shafts leisurely making their way into you, you were already panting like a dog.

“f.. fuck, so fuckin’ nghhh- big.” you’d moan, a sweaty palm of yours instinctively gripping a part of your ass.

with a tiny ‘lil shake of your hips, you started to grasp your bearings—attempting to start up a pace but cutely failing. saying that they were both big though was purely an understatement.

toji and shiu both had girth for days.

every inch drove its way into your gummy walls deeply, easily locating every possible opening they could rummage through.

you probably looked a mess already as your mouth remained open, dribbling from the corners of your parted sheeny lips with globs of drool..

you honestly couldn’t even compare them though.

inch after fuckin’ inch.. they were each huge in their respective ways - rightfully so!

slowly yet surely, they’re both making their way through your clenching insides as you finally start to rock your pathetic hips forward.

riiiight as toji’s cock sloppily plops! its way against your cunt, he’s fatally bottoming out. while he’s made his way past the tight ring of your barrier, you’re shaking against his chest with your mouth cutely agape the entire time.

“good…hah- girl. clampin’ down on us so good,” toji wheezes, already starting to break a sweat. he’s got your hips glued to his clammy palms, lowly grunting each time he feels your body’s grinding against them trying to quicken. “f.. fuck, shiu. she’s…hah- perfect, ain’t she shiu.”

“mngh- yeah, she is,” shiu groans, slowly starting to thrust forward.

you looked so pretty. from this view, he’s seeing all of your pornographically twisting, facial expressions at once.

you’re whimpering, nearly drooling yet again the more both of them fill each hole like it was nothing. you were sooo slick too - too slick, sloshes and squelches singing out of your pussy every time you rockily slide up ‘n down..

you’re damn near full - and your eyes rolled way back at the delicious stretch that curves through every end inside of you.

shiu’s piercing was the very cherry on top—the icing on the cake.

he’s tickling you in your most sensitive spots on purpose, making you whine out continuous wails of his name until your voice grows raw.

“s.. shiu, f- fuck, uugh-” and toji playfully flicks your forehead, hungry for more attention. “ow!”

“i’m inside you too, y’know.”

you rolled your eyes, nearly forgetting you were being double stuffed for a moment before you leaned in to kiss toji.

he grumbles against your lips, a hand creeping toward your ass before leaning into your sweetly-tasting embrace.

toji’s swallowing every individual moan that trickles away from your wet lips - savoring the saliva that lingers on the flat of your parched tongue.

“mmngh,” he’d then grunt, swatting a hand against your ass. shiu’s groaning while still behind you. his hips strenuously started to buck at a much more bumpy pace.

right then though, his waist snaps! right into your throbbing core, causing a single vigorous thrust to make you squeal.

right there-

your pussy clenches…then clamps…then clenches again and you’re feeling them both reach deep deep deep!

each targeted hit was sloppy - wet, sobbing out squelches every time your ass softly bounces back against toji’s warm lap.

your skin flawlessly ricochets against both bodies that were glued against you. “f- fuuuck, harder.” you’d pant, breathlessly whispering between kisses.

toji grunts, watching as you friskily swipe your tongue across the scar that slashes down his lip.

“mm- arch a bit more f’ me, pretty doll,” shiu roughly murmurs, his abs underneath his dress shirt tightening from each pivotal thrust forward.

oh, his hips were just nasty though. shiu’s literally drilling into you now - acting as if his hips had the occupation of a construction worker.

your sweet, sweet whines that were never-ending, filled the room with the addition of your bed’s creaking cries of mercy. lifting your hips, shiu presses a wet kiss against the inside of your neck. “hah- atta girl, stay like that. juuuust like- that.”

right at the end of his gravelly sentence, shiu’s cock punctuates your core so good that you’re just speechless..

dumbfounded.

entirely stupid.

your lips leave toji’s as you’re whimpering, weakly rocking against his chiseled frame that reclined underneath you. “o- oooh my god, ‘m gonna c.. cum… gonna.. -ngh!” you’d gasp, your left leg already starting to shake.

you’re salivating immensely from both corners of your mouth, taking a second to swallow once you feel toji’s scarred palm slide its way underneath your tummy.

there!

as his hand rubs around the spot, he’s pressing his palm over. a bulge starts to form before disappearing . . then forming again.

“mhm, look at thaaat,” he rasps, sliding a finger around the outline that faintly molds a shape.

they’re in so deep - so fuckin’ deep that you’re barely able to formulate words, let alone coherent sentences as you’re just whimpering out the same three syllables of their names combined.

it’s the same wiiiide stretch occurring after each sloppy thrust and you never get over it. you’re still moaning despite your voice already turning a bit raw..

as you’re still rotating your ass around each cocks that stuffed you full, you’re feeling shiu’s hands spread your ass apart juuuust to see your full puckering hole.

he can’t help but pull out every few seconds, poking a thumb inside just to feel you cutely slump back. every surprised ‘ooooh!’ you’d make always made shiu’s dick twitch - and fuck, did you feel it every time.

occasionally, you felt the bushy hair of toji’s base tickle against your skin. you’re steadily arching, feeling every nerve in your body shiver.

“ ‘m gonna..f- fuckin’ cum too,” toji falls back against your sage velveteen cushioned pillows. you almost forgot how he was still sensitive from before. all because of you.

you’re laid right up against his chest, studying how every few seconds, his expressions would twist.

his hazed, green eyes nearly resembled a color of an emerald—toji’s gruffly groaning, maintaining a solid grip on your hips before huffing out an abrupt. “s.. sugar, ‘y gonna milk me again, f- fuck.”

“always such a baby,” shiu murmurs, snickering once he sees toji’s glare from a blurred side glance. your cunt was so slick, covering them both from the veiny shafts down as you rock rock rocked against them each.

sweet yelping ‘ah’ ‘s would yelp out of you as the pressure continues to build.

their mashing tips were competitive—harshly smearing gluey kisses all around your cervix.

you’re moaning, leaning back against shiu’s chest as he gives your pussy a soft spank. “mhm- pretty doll, cum with toji,” he leans into your ear, his voice a hushed dirty whisper. “make him whine for us, can you do that f’ me, pretty girl?”

“y- yeaaah, shiu,” you’d reply, grabbing his wrist and making him cup onto your jiggling breasts. they were just so pretty - loosely springing free as you bounced, grinding your entire weight against toji’s lap. “fuck, f- fuck.”

meanwhile, shiu’s hands continue to explore your body with them both still puncturing each of your wet orifices.

that same cruel stretch that would occur every few wet split seconds had your back arching, toes submissively curling, jaw idly dangling.

you swore that these types of scenarios only happened in the fanfictions you read, sort of like like this one—i mean, the ones you’d randomly stumble upon in your spare time.

now that it was actually happening though, you never wanted this moment to end.

“fuck, ‘m cummin, - hah,” toji groans, his breath catching in his throat once your hand wraps around his neck. exactly as your fingers snaked around his thick throat, you felt toji’s dick twitch inside of you.

you were both reaching delirious peaks at the same time, moaning together at the sprinkles of elation that spiked through each vein and axon of your body and his. “u- uuugh, take it all, girl. better take it..”

“s.. shit,” you’d whine, your release forcing you to subtly slow down the speed of your hips as the two of you end up finishing.

it’s a slow rush.. and shiu’s still behind you. his hand that was gripping your breast slowly trails its way down your sweaty chest.

as you’re riding him again - toji’s life flashes before his eyes… at least in a video game sense.

it’s almost as if you could see the little pixelated hearts floating above his head, and one suddenly disappears the moment he comes inside of you.

two lives remaining left ! ! !

“g.. god,” he whimpers huskily, clammy sticky black bangs gluing to his forehead. toji’s washboard abs clench as he’s shooting blanks, shooting said blanks deep into your womb. it’s hot, bubbling into your cunt as you writhe around each dick that is stuffed inside of you. “ ‘m gonna marry y’er pussy one day, baby. sooo . . fuckin’ good.”

“hah-” shiu pants, a hand resting on your back, tracing a few imaginary lines down your skin. “like he can even afford a marriage license anyway. i’d have to be the sugar daddy for you both.. heh. not that i’d mind.”

“shut … up.” toji grumbles, wrapping his arms around your torso. you’re still moaning, feeling the gooey masses of cum creaming all down your slit, creating a pearly sheet of slick that eventually coats shiu’s cock also.

it’s a mess-

that much was apparent, but toji could tell by the feral little look in your eyes that you wanted more..

greedy girl.

and more did you get - because once it’s your turn to ride shiu, you felt a feeling of butterflies you’ve never felt with toji.

shiu’s got a different kind of aura to him, an aura that is a liiiitle bit different than toji.

like it was mentioned earlier… just a single glance at shiu kong and you just know that he’s the type of guy who demands respect.

“tch. guess i’ll just go fuck myself,” toji rolls his eyes dramatically, a pout fully displayed on his grim face.

he was obviously kidding and, it was cute to see toji so jealous. he’s had a sweet taste of you for one time and he already wanted more - more of you, and all for himself.

but you did summon shiu from the game also, so double the fun . . right?

you couldn’t help but giggle, watching how toji’s eyes would darken a bit at seeing shiu starting to align you on his wet tip. “shiu- make sure she’s nice ‘n we-”

“toji sweetheart, thank you- but i know how to please a lady,” shiu sassily replies with a tone of suggestive jest, one hand already gripping your waist. “up up, pretty doll. raise those hips f’ me real quick, yeah.. good girl-” he instructs in a raspy voice, feeling your slick cunt gush a bit.

it’s a loud ‘pssssh!’ that squeaks right between your legs, and you’ve seen gnawing on your lip as his pierced cock’s starting to rub circles around your drooling entrance.

“mmh- fuck, shiu,” you’d moan, trying to position yourself right. he’s slouched back with his tie all ruffled, messily about to pull itself out of his suit before he grunts. the coldness of the dick ring makes you shiver, gasping once his hand sharply smacks your ass. “spank me h- harder.”

“mhm- i planned on it, gorgeous,” shiu gravelly whispers against your ear, bringing the center of his palm against your backside once more.

swat! swat! swat!

and your skin jiggles upon impact, pitchy whines leaving from your dried-out throat each second. “ooh, good girl. y’er spoilin’ me with allllll this perfect ass, ‘m afraid, dove.”

toji gets behind you, and you feel his callused fingertips run down your spine once shiu starts to finally lower you down.

it all happens in agonizing slow motion, and your lashes flutter at his wet lips painting even wetter kisses down your spine. you were always a sucker for his touch—frowning at each wet peck that glues against your skin like paste.

“how’s it feel, sugar?” toji murmurs, rough textured hands dragging further down your skin.

your entire body rocks back against his chest, whining loudly once the crude stretch starts to commence again.

shiu grunts, feeling you start to move - seductively swerving your whole ass around in all kinds of circles and shapes.

gasping for each languid breath you possibly could, you whine out a sweet little, “good- mmh, fuck so good,” and you could feel your mouth watering at each millisecond that passes.

his thickness… oh- you’d probably never ever get used to it.

shiu’s fat tip doesn’t take long to disappear inside of you, inviting itself inside of your walls before you give him a loving tight grip.

the pierced crown of his cock massages its way around your cunt, moving its way around before its shimmies into your slobbering core. “s- sooo good, shiu. don’t stop.”

“hah- can see why ya like her, toji.” shiu grits through his teeth, combing a hand through his dampened black tresses.

with his right hand damn near glued to the left jittering cheek of your ass, shiu gives you another hard swat. you’re fully riding him now, the bed’s sudden creaking supporting that very apparent fact before he groans.

“she fits reeeeal nice, mmh- her pussy’s fuckin’ dangerous,” and as he starts to fan himself, slumping back, shiu starts to lie slouch, letting you take over. “…phewww.”

“told you.” toji grouses, a hand finding its way around his cock that’s pulsing with exciting veins. he watched how you were just perfect - effortlessly working your hips on shiu.

you’ve got a grip like shiu’s never felt before.

each time your ass violently slaps back against his meaty thighs, he’s getting whiplash.

shiu’s entirely taken aback too. his grip on your ass lessens as he stares at you with bleary, hooded eyes struggling to open. “mmhhh, work it, girl. fuck me.. f- fuck me,” he’s lowly grunting, feeling his cock already tightening from the inside.

toji’s next to you, flicking his tongue against your neck before sucking on it deeply.

he’s making sure to savor your taste - and oh did you taste sweet.

sweet like candy, and toji fushiguro’s always been one for an occasional sweet tooth; a sugar rush.

the real rush though, was the way your scent drove him crazy.

toji couldn’t help but briefly break his lips away from your skin, trailing his nose down your neck before groaning.

you tasted sweet but fuck was your scent far far sweeter. it was a mixture of your scent along with the manly concoction of them both. both colognes that were so loud in the air, rubbing off across every single part of your body as you moved.

“atta girl, use those hips,” toji huffs, a hand returning on his cock. while giving his cock a few strokes, he’s pressing himself against your back. “f.. fuck, doin’ so good for us. make shiu cum, baby.”

“ugh- damn, she knows how ‘ta fuckin’ ride.. s.. shiiit-” shiu swallows thickly, taking occasional glances at your ass that merrily bounces right back against his cock.

his pierced cockhead plummets its way deep inside of your pussy, tickling against every sensitive spot it could. “yeah, y- yeah.. yeah… look at me, pretty doll. look at me while you ride this dick like a fuckin’ hah- champ.”

“f- fuck,” you’d moan, leaning forward into shiu. that causes your arch to make an arch and it’s a sexy arch that makes toji groan just spotting it. you’re inwardly dipping your hips whilst his sticky fingertips probe all against the near heart shape of your rotating ass. “ ‘m gonna cum again, shiu.”

with a hand softly going around your neck, shiu pulls you in close for a filthy, hot kiss that makes your cunt pulse almost right away.

toji’s rubbing a hand against your stuffed full entrance and you’re whimpering against shiu’s lips. your body’s still rocking at such a speed that even shiu could barely keep up. as your dripping tongue swirls its way around him, he opens his mouth to give you better access.

teeth fiercely clash into each other as both lips smack continuously. shiu’s starting to thrust into you now, slightly raising his hips just so he could pound into you and it makes you gasp.

“mmph-” you’d moan, taking toji’s hand and making him squeeze against your cunt. a thumb of his swipes down your soddened nub and you shudder, still tongue-tied with shiu.

“f- fuck, ‘m cummin’.” he groans, breaking away from the kiss with your damp lips landing on his stubble.

shiu’s sloppily raising his honed-structured hips into you and he’s hitting you good from the inside. his tip’s greeting your cervix like it’s no tomorrow, and you’re whining once your release smoothly follows.

blanks - the two of you shoot blanks, each cumming hard with both jaws dangling like an earring.

you’re holding onto shiu as sweet little yelps shriek out of your throat. “fuck, f.. fuck!” you’d whimper, toji’s hand still maneuvering circles around your convulsing cunt.

shiu’s eyelids were drooped all the way low - he was exhausted, and yet he’s still got that sleazy grin on his face as he’s pouring pasty stripes into your overflowed pussy.

it’s sticky ‘n slimy, two perfect words to describe the mess that was a reoccurring thing for the two of them when it came to you. he pops a feverish miry knot inside of you before it bubbles its way out, sloppily dribbling down the twinned valley of your cracked open thighs.

“g.. goddaaaamn, girl,” shiu spanks your ass one last time, tears and tears of sweat racing all sides of his forehead.

he’s overly glossed in sweat - fanning himself yet again before falling back against your pillow. “hah.. toji,” he looks up at his friend who’s still pouty, stroking his cock and desperately wishing he was inside of you once more.

you looked so hot though - your arms wrapped around shiu as your ass slightly raised.

your neck slightly cranes to see the mess cascading down your sopping clit and you finally see it. creamy fresh clumps and it’s all flowing down your opening live a river - a more lewd version though. its in such a carnal way at how slickly it drizzles down the slot of your sopping pussy that’s overly coated with such amounts that it makes them both grunt.

“mmh.. such a nasty girl,” shiu continued, gently pulling you off of him before playfully rolling you over. “with hips like those, i… hah- might have to keep her,” snickering once he sees toji’s scowl, he corrects himself. “geez, i mean we..”

♡ ♡ ♡

as you’re still trying to get after release after release, you're seeing nothing but a galaxy full of stars.

it’s probably been many many, various…hell- a plethora of positions and you could barely think straight.

toji and shiu each took turns ‘sharing’ you, which mainly consisted of them constantly fighting over you.

you honestly lost count of how many orgasms they snatched out of your left and right. you were almost entirely sure they’d both forgotten about their little bet - seeing just who’d be able to make you cum more.

“f.. fuck,” you’d moan, flopping back against the bed. you’re out of breath, struggling to catch your breath as they both depart. toji’s flustered and shiu’s reaching for a lighter in his wrinkled pants that laid flat across your bed.

“tooooji,” shiu murmurs, pushing the the second pink cigarette between his teeth. “mmph- be a doll ‘n light this for me.”

“die,” toji glares - but despite his insult, he does it anyway.

you’re just laying flat on your pillow, watching the oddly brief intimate moment between the two as your chest heaves in and out.

with green eyes glaring straight at shiu, he leans in close, flicking a thumb over the lighter’s rusty turning wheel.

with a sudden click! the incandescent glowing flame flashes for a split second, burning into the dry butt of the cigarette.

shiu hoarsely hums, inhaling before lowly purring. “thank you, sweetheart,” and before he could even care what toji’s next response was, shiu gets between your legs.

shiu’s hands were so warm… they spread your slick-dripping thighs apart perfectly, getting a nice view of the mess they both created.

with the cigarette still tucked firmly between his teeth, he swipes a thumb down your buttery-coated clit that’s glittering from the entrance with wads ‘n wads of freshly hot cum. “such a…messy girl,” and he’s so close that his balmy breath wafts against the opening of your pussy.

you moaned, seeing toji licking his lips through your peripherals. tilting his head, shiu pulls out the stick for a moment, breathing out a cloudy puff of air. “toji, c’mere. our girl needs a proper cleanin’.”

“tsk. shiu, don’t tell me what to do,” toji grouses under his breath, already inching his face closer between the sprawled-out arc of your thighs.

so, so pretty -

they each filled you to the very brim. every single orifice was stuffed, oozing with such syrupy amounts. lanky strips of velvety cum plugged deep into your full womb, making you feel warmer than you’ve ever felt.

your toes curled as you sweetly whimpered, feeling both of their tongues create tender strokes against your pussy.

they ‘ahhh’ lowly, sloppily slurping their messes as you’re writhing on each twitching muscle that laps against your runny folds.

“mmnh- don’t stop,” you’d whine, pawing both hands at the crowns of their jerking heads.

instantly, your fingers get tangled with every ravened hair that silky runs through your fingertips.

gawking down with blurred irises, they’re both lewdly eating you out at the same time. shiu’s eyes were closed and he was all calm, a small tiny smile creasing against his lips . .

meanwhile, toji, he’s just glaring at shiu. a vein nearly bulges out of the side of his forehead as he cups his lips around your cunt. he’s eating you out like his life depended on it.

of course- everything with him just had to be a competition.

not that you were one to complain though.

two of the men that you wished for on this stupid dating app… game… whatever it was had you living every girl’s dream.

eventually though, as they’re lapping hot tongues up ‘n down your sticky cunt that’s painting each of their chiseled chins with a glittery wet stream of slick, you lean back moaning.

with your back submissively arching, your toes shrivel into a cute curl once more. they roll their tongues all the way flat, dragging and fucking its entire length inside of you just to hear you squeal.

toji’s dipping his tongue in and out while shiu’s thoroughly licking around every area - and eventually, their tongues end up touching.

but as you’re moaning, you suddenly feel them stop.

panting, you look down, muttering out a quiet, “w- what happene.. oh.”

and much to your surprise (not really), you glance down and see the two of them making out.

making out and eating you out at the same time. shiu snickers, cupping toji’s face with one hand, his cigarette gripped with his extra remaining fingers.

your pussy the third wheel- literally, and their lips mash against each other and your folds as they compete even still at devouring your twitching heat.

toji’s kisses back, grunting once he feels shiu reach between his legs—wrapping a hand around his friend’s length.

you grow meek, watching the two as you started to pulse—they were tongue deep, and toji’s veiny shaft was tender from shiu’s touch alone.

shiu grabbed his dick, rubbing his pierced tip against toji’s and they both groaned upon contact.

the plush textures of both swollen cockheads were so tender - as they rubbed against each other, you heard them both quietly groaning.

toji whined though, it was faint but you definitely heard it.

“i’m…literally….still here guys,” you force a grin, your lashes flickering within each blink.

“yes, girl. we know,” shiu murmurs with slight sass in his tone, reluctantly prying away from toji.

they’re both panting like untamed animals—tasting remnants of you on each of their sticky tongues before finally departing. shiu then turns toward you, leaning in, and gives you a head pat. “i think we’ll take it from here.”

with confusion aching near the left lobe of your brain - your brows furrow, staring at the pair and how toji suddenly bends over.

what in the...

“hm, toji. let’s see if your arch is as good as i remember.” shiu cocks his head, rubbing a finger underneath his chin.

toji grumbles before cockily snickering. “it’s better than hers, that’s for damn sure.”

“excuse m-”

“quiet, pretty doll,” shiu interrupts you with a warm smile. he gives you a kiss on the forehead, seeing the invisible question marks pop all around your head before turning back to toji.