#tkdb sho

Guttural moans escape Sho’s throat. “Shit, if I’d known you’d let me do this, I’d have fucked you earlier. Dreamt of this pussy from the first moment I saw you, pretty girl.”

You whine, face burning, clinging desperately onto the counter like a lifeline. If Sho weren’t holding you, you would slip to the ground completely boneless.

You never thought he could be like this. Yes, he was in Vagastrom, but from the first day you visited Highway To Home, he was always polite. Friendly even. Offered you free meals, smiles and winks. So you didn’t think any of it and started frequenting his food truck more often until it became a daily routine. You thought you two were friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Until the day he promised to show you how to cook Massaman curry after classes. While stirring the sauce, clumsy as you were, you got your skirt dirty, which led to Sho helping you clean it with a cloth. A little accident. A few seconds until the problem would have been solved, and you would continue cooking like nothing happened. Except—something did happen.

Practically kneeling before you and wiping the cloth over your skirt, Sho suddenly paused. Mid-motion, he became aware of your long legs, the way the hem of your skirt highlighted your thighs. The faint, sweet scent of your perfume enveloped him, his pulse quickening. An all-too-familiar warmth spread through his groin, the bulge straining against his pants. Shit.

He looked up at you, a glint in those deep blue eyes that made you gulp and let heat pool between your legs. “Huh? What’s up?” Your voice trembled as the shift of mood in the cramped space sank in. He was so close.

Sho straightened up, clearing his throat. A faint blush crept on his cheeks, his gaze darting away. “I know I sound fucking stupid right now, but …” He hesitated and scratched the back of his head, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. You couldn’t remember seeing the usual teasing man so insecure before.

The second he looked at you again, your breath hitched. A sliver of desire lingered in his eyes, causing them to darken. Another beat. “I need to … I need you.”

“What?” Before your brain had been able to catch up, he already pressed his lips on yours, hurried and demanding. His hands flew to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your heart skipped a beat, mind spinning at his obvious need, your senses dulled by his scent—an alluring mix of fresh soap and tangy spices.

When he parted your lips with his tongue, a small sigh escaped you. You cradled his face and opened your mouth for him, hot tongues dancing with each other.

“‘m sorry …” He panted between kisses, chest heaving. “I should have … asked you beforehand.”

“N-no, it’s alright … I want it.” With a racing heart and flushed cheeks, your hands raked over his chest and pulled off his apron.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about him like that—in secret, fleeting half-asleep thoughts at night. Of course you had. Sho was handsome, probably even more than he realized.

“Yeah?” He pulled back slightly, studying your face like even in this heated moment, he wanted to make sure he didn’t misunderstand you. When you nodded, his beautiful face split into a cocky grin. “Fuck. Must be my lucky day, huh?” In one swift move, he brushed the kitchen utensils to the side and flipped you around, his hard length pressing into your ass.

And that’s how you got here now, eyes watering, shameful moans escaping you, while the oh-so-friendly cook stuffs you like he’s afraid he won’t get a second chance.

“Shiiit … ‘m not gonna last long, babe.” He spreads your ass cheeks embarrassingly wide, watching his fat cock plunge effortlessly into your tight hole. “Didn’t expect you to be so—haaah—fucking wet. Feels even better than I imagined.”

You can only whimper in response, the knot in your stomach tightening. He grips your waist harder now, pistoning into you, drawing out whine after whine. You rock your hips back against him, eyelids fluttering every time his heavy balls slap against your clit.

“Want me to—mhmmm—fill you up, pretty girl?” Sho’s broken grunts sound like sandpaper over wood, setting your body alight.

“Yes, please!”

He chuckles and groans at the same time. “God … gonna fill you up so good, babe.”

And then, with one last deliberate thrust, his cock twitches inside you, coating your needy cunt in hot stripes.

Your eyes roll back in your head when you finally clench around him, gripping him like a vice. “Hnngh … ah …! Sho …” You cum so hard your vision blurs, tongue lolling out without thinking.

Sho hisses, overstimulated by you squeezing him after he’d already found release. But he doesn’t pull out, determined to feel you, to prolong the blissful satisfaction. You’re both panting and sweating, hearts racing in unison.

After you calm down, he kisses your neck and slips out, dragging along your sensitive walls and eliciting a small cry from you. With a heavy gulp, you try to steady yourself on your feet. While you straighten your crumpled skirt, Sho pulls up his pants and adjusts his headband.

Red-faced, you both take in the mess you left behind: your drool and slick on the counter, kitchen utensils littered across the floor, the burnt sauce in the pot. Looks like you have more than just your skirt to clean now ...

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Sho Haizono

It was a wonder how Sho managed to contort himself in a way that gave you space without there being too much contact between you. One arm was by his side, hand in his pocket while the other was propped against the wall over his head, partially caging you in. He wore a scowl, hating having to rely on someone on the outside to take down the anomaly. He was capable of knocking it out, but he was on what Leo deemed “inspector duty” which prioritized tactical retreats to keep you safe. 

Sho didn’t usually mind it. He only jumped into fights when he had to, but he knew when, not if, Leo found out about the position you two were in, he would never let either of you hear the end of it. 

Might as well make the most of it, right? He glanced at you to gauge your reaction to being stuck in close quarters with him. You didn’t seem too afraid, but you were vigilant, watching the door as if it would turn into an anomaly and swallow you into a locker sized dimension. Sho quirked his lips, thinking of the ways he could entertain himself if your escape relied on outside help. He took his hand out of his pocket and angled your chin to look at him. There was just enough light in the space for you to catch the wink and glance at your lips. When he found no objection from you, he pulled you in to a kiss. 

He’d wanted to kiss you for longer than he would ever admit. At first, he attributed his constant thoughts about you to the guilt of tricking you about your stigma enhancing ability “failing” on him. But those thoughts turned to all your cute features and habits before he realized, his imagined hang outs with you turned more intimate. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and kissed you deeply, with practiced skill. When he broke the kiss, he trailed his nose along your jaw, smiling to himself about finally having you so close. 

Leo Kurosagi

Leo’s fingers flew across his phone screen, texting a plan to Sho, and your location. With a sigh, he pocketed his phone, acting like he had all the space in the world. He didn’t care how you touched, since you were considerate enough to accommodate him however he moved. He leaned against he wall and looked bored, rapidly tapping his foot as if it his thigh wasn’t between yours. 

You were embarrassed at the way you felt his movement run through you. You pressed a hand to his leg to get him to sit still, and his eyes widened and met yours. 

“The fuck you reaching for?” His smirk let you know exactly what he was implying. Something about his expression made you wonder if he even disapproved at all, despite his sharp words. 

“Stand still!” You hissed. You could only hope it was dark enough to hide your blush. You hadn’t meant to touch him so close to his hips, but there was only so much room for you to move, and you were trying to avoid speaking. So much for that. 

“You planned this, didn’t you?” Leo barely masked his voice, but with his stigma, he could probably tell the anomaly wasn’t close enough to hear. 

“Please.” You were clearly being sarcastic, but that didn’t stop him from stooping to lean over you and say, “Please what?” As if you were begging. As if you would ever beg him for anything.  You glared at him, and Leo smiled. His tongue darted out to wet his lip, purposely drawing your attention to them. “Fine, I’ll throw you a bone, little doggy.” 

Without any more warning, he captured your lips with his. The kiss was surprisingly slow and sensual, as if he was really putting effort into making you swoon. 

It was working. His hands trailed up your arms and he chuckled deep in his throat when your arms wrapped around him to cling to him. His expression was nothing short of victorious when he pulled back. 

“What?” Sho’s voice was full of skepticism, and so were his eyes, narrowed at Leo with suspicion. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

“Of course!” Leo’s voice was as cheery as ever, but not lacking the usual mischief in his tone. “I’m sure she’d tell us if it were a problem.”

With your nose pressed up against Leo’s stomach—his cock lodged down your throat and cutting off both your oxygen and your ability to speak—it was evident that he didn’t mean a word he said. Everyone in the room was aware of that fact.

“Don’t you think it’s too much?” Sho still seemed reluctant, his hips coming to a still as he contemplated Leo’s suggestion. Though his movements had paused, he stayed hard and pulsing against your inner walls, the entirety of his length coated slick in your fluids.

Just as your hands twitched, about to push against Leo’s thighs and attempt to regain your breathing privileges, he lazily tugged you off, his fingers tangled within the strands of hair near your scalp. A series of coughs left your throat while you gasped, taking in much-needed air for your oxygen-deprived lungs.

“Nah,” Leo smirked, confident as ever. “She’ll handle it.”

You could speak, but couldn’t find it in yourself to protest. You had an idea of what you were signing up for when you agreed to engage in a threesome with them.

You also knew that despite initially disagreeing with Leo, the vast majority of the time, Sho would be swayed eventually. You had to credit Leo for how convincing a person he was; you’d have never agreed to this had anyone else suggested it.

“Whatever you say,” Sho shrugged. He pulled himself out of you, the absence of his cock leaving you feeling aggravatingly empty. You whined, causing him to chuckle.

“Don’t worry,” Sho smiled, reaching over and affectionately ruffling your hair. “I’ll be back inside that pretty pussy of yours soon. Just need to figure out where to put you.”

You nodded, relaxing your body ever so slightly against the soft cotton covers of the duvet you partially laid upon; your chest and stomach pressed against the sheets while your back was arched and hips up in the air. You inhaled softly—despite the fresh scent of sex heavy in the air, you could still smell the fresh, aquatic aroma of Sho’s bedspread.

“What?” An exaggerated whine left Leo’s lips. “You’re already calling dibs on her pussy? Fine, I’ll take the back.”

“You act like you mind that.” Sho’s scoff was accentuated by a roll of his eyes. Leo’s responding laugh was light and airy, dissipating in the air before he spoke.

“Sho, how about you lie down and let her get on top of you?” he suggested, tilting his head, a smile dangerously dancing on his lips.

“All right,” Sho nodded. He stood up from where he had been kneeling on the bed, walked over to the headboard and made himself comfortable. You lingered in your spot, still positioned at the edge of the mattress, awaiting further instructions when he gestured towards you, index and middle fingers curling towards himself.

“What’re you waiting for?” Sho asked, lazily grinning at you. “C’mere.”

You nodded, scrambling to get up and crawl over to him. Sho placed both hands around your waist, lifting you up and onto his lap, where you were situated with your entrance hovering just above the tip of his cock. You reached down, fingers wrapping around his shaft to steady him as he eased you onto his cock, sheathing himself inside of you. You felt your insides—fully lubricated with your juices—stretch deliciously around his girth, a loud moan leaving your lips.

You felt the weight shift on the bed, indicating Leo’s presence. You turned to look at him just in time to see him pour lubricant over his fingers, seconds before his other hand pushed against the small of your back, sending your upper body plummeting against Sho’s sturdy chest. You felt his fingertips against your asshole, the coldness of the lube causing you to shudder.

“Don’t cry too much.” The sadistic edge in Leo’s voice crept back as he started pushing his fingers in. “Okay, Honour Roll?”

A sharp gasp ripped itself from your vocal cords as you felt both his index and middle fingers slide inside you, the stretch noticeably uncomfortable. Another mewl left your lips as he scissored both digits inside of you, further stretching your hole out.

Just as you were starting to adjust to the intrusion, Leo retracted his hand, haphazardly reaching for the bottle of lubricant that had been set on the minimalistic white nightstand nearby. He squeezed the tube, letting more of the transparent, slippery liquid spill onto his cock before he stroked himself a couple of times, evenly distributing the lubricant.

You couldn’t help but hold your breath, gulping nervously as you anticipated what would follow. You felt a hand on the back of your hair, gently smoothing over your locks. You turned your attention back to Sho, whose face was just mere centimetres below yours.

“Try to relax,” Sho said. “Okay?”

You nodded, doing your best to relieve the tension from your body as you felt Leo line himself up against your back entrance, but instinctively clutched at Sho’s shoulders as you felt the head enter.

“Shh,” Sho murmured, his hand still rhythmically stroking your hair. “It’ll be alright.”

Though his words were reassuring, you still yelped in pain as Leo thrust inside, the entirety of his length mercilessly invading your hole. Your grip on Sho tightened, your eyes squeezing shut as you gasped in pain. You felt his hand leave your head, instead reaching between your bodies to rub your clit.

As his thumb deftly stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves, you could feel yourself relax a bit, doing your best to focus on the embers of pleasure sparked at your core rather than the painful intrusion from behind you.

To your relief—and with Sho’s help—your body adjusted quickly, the discomfort disintegrating away faster than you initially expected. Soon, you could feel an experimental bounce as Sho’s hands returned to your hips, lifting you along the length of his cock, which rubbed inside you at just the right spots and elicited waves of pleasure.

For a few minutes, you were permitted to gradually build up a rhythm with Sho, much like your previous state where you were sandwiched between the two of them, your lips wrapped around Leo’s cock and Sho’s hips slamming against your ass cheeks. Except for now, it was with Sho underneath you, and Leo’s erection resting in your ass, still as he waited for you to adjust.

Only then did you realize that this wouldn’t last forever, seconds before Leo’s hands took hold of your ass, spreading the cheeks wide before saying,

“Excited for the real fun?”

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