Your dress clung too tight to your body, sweat dripping down your skin. The people around you continued to blabber about their lives, and you were clinging on tight of the stem of your glass. Eyes darting around the area, you excused yourself to the bathroom and rushed towards the area.
With a shove of doors, you locked yourself in the stall and sat down.
“Oh- My!”
You bunched your dress up on your hips, pulling your panties down to reveal the mess of sticky cum. The vibrating toy inside of you made you so overwhelmed that when you pulled it out your body was shaking.
The bathroom door opened and you heard footsteps, praying that whoever came in didn’t hear your vibrator.
“Open the door honey, please?..”
It was him, remote control in hand and knocking on your stall.
He pushed the button multiple times causing the vibrator to shake uncontrollably and you whined, begging him to stop.
“Put it back in baby.”
He stopped the vibrating and waited outside your door, waiting for you to slip it back in..
And when the toy was snug inside of your pussy again, panties pulled up to contain the stickiness, you stepped out with embarrassment on your face.
You walked infront of him and buckled when he turned it on, his large palm slapping your ass cheek as you walked out..
edit: if ur gonna say my writing is straight buns then why did this post get more than 2k likes…. might as well leave a user while ur at it😬
ೀ ⋆.˚ WHY HAVE ONE WHEN THERES TWO ? t. fushiguro + k. shiu
pairings — Grimy Stepdad! Toji x Bratty Fem! Reader x Stepdad’s Bestfriend! Shiu
synopsis — toji is your stepdad and your mother is cheating on him heavily, so you made it your mission to show him what real attention felt like, even if that meant fucking shiu along the way.
wc: 2.8k
warnings/tags: MDNI, NSFW 18+. stepcest, daddy kink, taboo, age gap (toji and shiu late 40’s, reader 22). exhibitionism, voyeurism, brat taming, power imbalance, threesomes, manipulation, teasing, objectification, jealousy, praise & heavy degradation, cuckolding elements (but reverse), infidelity, panty stealing/sniffing, pet names (kid, daddy, slut, good girl, etc.), hidden cameras, choking, p in v, size kink, m!masturabation, sharing, shame play, humiliation, possessiveness, spit roasting, dubcon themes, psychological ownership, spit, creampie, cum eating, throat fucking, aftercare with twisted tenderness. toji is the outwardly gruff but reluctant “moral” stepdad who’s secretly vile and depraved, shiu is casually complicit and just as fucked up.
you loved coming home from break.
winter break, summer break, easter—didn’t matter. the second your mother’s house came into view, that familiar heat pooled low in your belly. not because of her. never because of her. it was because of him. toji fushiguro. your stepdad.
the house always smelled the same—faint cigarette smoke, expensive cologne, and the stale resentment your mother left behind like perfume. she was gone again, like always. another “girls trip.” another week of radio silence while she fucked whoever could pay for her drinks and pretend she wasn’t a married woman while toji sat in the living room of their shared home nursing a beer.
you met him two years ago when you were twenty right after your sophomore year of college. your mother had dragged him home like a trophy after two months of whirlwind dating, flashing the ring like it meant something. toji fushiguro. tall, broad, scarred, thick arms with a lazy smirk and eyes that looked like they’ve seen every sin the world had to offer. he’d shaken your hand that first night, called you “kid” in that low, rough voice, calloused palm swallowing yours, and something shifted in his gaze when you smiled up at him—soft, curious, already a little too interested.
you thought it was politeness. surprise. maybe even a hint of moral hesitation.
you had no idea it was that exact moment he’d make a terrible mistake marrying her… and the exact moment his mind started rotting with thoughts of you.
he married her for the quiet life, he claimed once. a stable home after years of underground work. he was the grimy enforcer type who cleaned up nicely in public but still carried the smell of cigarettes and motor oil. she had money from previous husbands, the house, the lifestyle, and a pretty face. but the way she spoke to him, the constant arguments, the cheating, the way she treated him like he was disposable… it made your stomach twist. it reminded you of the reason you fled to college hours away the second you turned eighteen. to you, she was just the woman who gave birth and checked out.
you never understood how she could treat him the way she did. he was too good for her shit. the more she treated him like an afterthought with a pulse—the more you decided that he deserved better. deserved you.
toji played the moral stepdad part perfectly at first. you ate it up. the tired, reluctant, decent man trapped in a bad marriage who frowned when you flirted too obviously. at first it was little things. lingering hugs when you came home. sitting on his lap during movie nights while she was upstairs on her phone because “there was no more space on the couch.” he was the kind of man who cleared his throat and looked away when you “accidentally” brushed against him wearing nothing but lace panties and an oversized tee that barely covered your ass.
“kid,” he’d grunt, voice rough like gravel, eyes fixed on the fridge instead of your body. “go put some clothes on. it’s three in the morning.”
you’d just smile sweetly, stepping closer until your tits brushed his arm while reaching for water. “oops. sorry, daddy. didn’t see you there!”
or other times you’d whisper to him, lips brushing his ear. “i don’t understand why you stick around. she treats you like shit anyways.” toji stared at you for a long moment, jaw tight, looking ever bit of the man wrestling with morality. “watch your mouth, kid. she’s still your mother.”
he never reacted the way you wanted. never grabbed you. never pinned you to the counter and fucked the brat out of you like you fantasized. he’d just deadpan, sip his beer, and mutter something about not calling him that and “respecting boundaries.” it drove you insane and it only made you push harder. made you bolder.
you loved the game. tight little outfits around the house. “accidental” lap sits while shiu—his bestfriend—was over for cards. whispering filthy things in his ear when no one was looking: “bet she doesn’t even suck your cock, does she? i would. i’d swallow every drop like a good girl.” toji would just stare at you with those flat unreadable eyes. muttering “behave. brat,” under his breath, pushing you off his lap with a rough hand on your hip.
it made you bratty. frustrated.
god, you wanted him to break.
so you fucked shiu.
his best friend—equally older, sharp eyed, cigarette perpetually between his lips. he was always around, watching you with that quiet, calm, knowing smirk. you knew he was hot. you thought seducing him would finally make toji snap with jealousy. you “dated” him in secret for a few weeks. or at least, that’s what you told yourself—stolen kisses in the hallways while toji was supposedly out. quick fucks in his apartment, letting him bend you over the hood of his car when he picked you up for “coffee”, in your childhood bedroom, fucking you raw as you bit your lip to stay quiet when toji had gone to “bed”. sometimes you’d corner him in the guest room, drop to your knees like the little brat you were. he smirked down at you, fingers threading through your hair.
“does your stepdad know his pretty girl is such a slut?” you moaned around his cock, thinking of toji the whole time.
you didn’t know toji orchestrated the entire thing, in fact, he encouraged it. every bit of it. had practically handed you over so his best friend could break you. he got off on that kind of thing. listening to you getting fucked like some desperate slut in your bedroom. he’d stroke himself slowly in the other room, from tip to base, listening to the sound of your gargled moans and sputtering, eyes dark with satisfaction as his best friend used your throat. “that’s it” he’d mutter under his breath. “break her in for me.”
toji had already broken since the day he laid eyes on you. he stayed for one reason only: access. easy, constant, deniable access to you. the sweet little thing who looked at him like he hung the fucking moon while her mother treated him like dirt. he played the part flawlessly. the gruff but decent stepdad who fixed things around the house, who asked about your classes, who told you “no boyfriend this time?” when you came home for break without your usual fling, pretending to be relieved for your sake. he stayed because every time she bitched at him, every time she ignored him in bed, he had fresh material waiting for him in the laundry room.
he was careful at first. moral on the surface. the first time he truly slipped was months after the wedding. you had come home for summer break and left your worn panties out in the laundry hamper near the washer. toji found them. the grimy, disgusting part of him he buried under layers of “i shouldn’t” took over. he pressed the damp fabric to his nose in the dim laundry room, inhaling your scent like a man starved while your mother slept two rooms away. licking the slick from the fabric like a depraved animal before stroking himself quiet and fast. “fuckin’ tease,” he’d growl under his breath, thick cock pulsing in his fist as he imagined ruining you.
he came hard in the seat of your panties, then carefully placed them back like nothing happened.
he was disgusting. and he loved it.
while you were away at university, he’d install a small pinhole camera in your bedroom—disguised as a smoke detector. every break—winter, summer, easter—he’d watch you at night. after a long day you’d peel of your clothes, fingers buried deep in your soaked cunt, moaning his name while you played with your tits. “toji—daddy—please…” he sat in his office, watching the feed on his phone, saving every clip. he’d stroke himself in time with your frantic little thrusts, cumming hard when you whispered how much better he would feel than your pathetic flings.
shiu had been in on it almost since the start. toji showed him the footage one night over whiskey. “look at her go,” he’d said casually, like he was showing sports highlights, phone screen glowing with you fingering your pussy, legs spread wide, whimpering “daddy, want your cock…” shiu exhaled smoke slow, eyes gleaming “lucky bastard,” voice low and dark, not a trace of humor. “look at how she spreads her legs thinking about you. pathetic little thing. you gonna break her soon or keep letting her play her games?” toji grunted, palming himself through his pants. “keep breaking her. i want her desperate when i finally take what’s mine.”
toji let you think you had the power. let you flirt, tease, “accidentally” grind on him. he acted the conflicted moral man—furrowed brow, heavy sighs, the occasional “we can’t, kid. i’m married to your mother.” all while his cock throbbed and filed away every whimper, every flash of skin, every bratty “daddy” you tossed at home when shiu was around.
because he wanted shiu to see. wanted to show off his pretty, desperate stepdaughter like a trophy.
it all came to a head one cold night. your mother was gone again. you had spent the evening teasing toji mercilessly—tiny shorts, bending over in front of him, whispering filthy promises. when he still wouldn’t react, you’d “stormed off” and found shiu in the living room. you dragged him upstairs, loud enough for toji to hear, determined to force a reaction.
shiu fucked you right on your childhood bed, rough and efficient, slapping your ass and calling you toji’s pretty little stepdaughter. you came hard, moaning “daddy” the whole time, thinking it would finally make toji jealous enough to claim you.
you didn’t know they planned this.
toji walked in while shiu was still buried deep inside you, face pressed into the mattress, ass up.
you startled, eyes wide with shock as your stepdad leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, the same unimpressed expression on his face. except this time, his eyes were burning.
“keep going. don’t stop on my account. should’ve known you’d go running to my best friend when you didn’t get what you wanted, kid.” toji said calmly, stepping inside and closing the door. “been teasing me for two years, flirting like some shameless whore. thought fucking shiu should make me jealous?”
shiu chuckled darkly, still thrusting slow and deep, making you whimper. “she’s been a brat about it too. kept moaning your name while i fucked her.”
your mind reeled. “w-what… toji—?”
he moved closer, towering over you. one big hand gripped chin, forcing you to look up at him while shiu continued to use your cunt. “you really thought you had the upper hand, huh? all those little outfits, sitting on my lap, calling me daddy in front of him?” toji’s thumb brushed your lower lip. “i let you think that. made it more fun.”
he leaned down, voice dropping an octave. “i’ve been watching you. every night you spread these legs and finger this sloppy pussy thinking about me. got the camera feed right here.” he tapped his phone. “showed shiu how pretty you look creaming to your stepdad’s name. he agrees—you’re the best entertainment we’ve had in years.” shiu grunted in agreement, hips snapping harder. “lucky man. she’s so fucking tight. been dreaming of sharing this hole with you.”
the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. all this time… he’d been in control. the moral stepdad act, the deadpan reactions, letting you fuck his friend—it had all been apart of his game. you were never the predator. you were the prey they had been toying with.
tears pricked your eyes even as pleasure built again. brows furrowed, lips pulling into a bratty sneer even as you cunt clenched traitorously. “you… you’re sick—“
“yeah,” toji said simply, unzipping his pants. his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, veined, already leaking. far bigger than you had imagined. “but you’re still gonna take both of us, aren’t you? because you’ve been begging for it.”
you hated how much he was right. the humiliation made you ache.
they used you together.
shiu stayed in your pussy while toji fed you his cock, stretching your throat until your nose pressed against his pelvis. they talked over you like you weren’t even there, voices casual and dark.
“pass her over when you’re done,” toji said, voice steady even as he fucked your face. “i want to feel how sloppy you left her.”
shiu chuckled breathlessly. “she’s been sloppy since the moment she started flashing her panties at you. little exhibitionist whore showing off for you every time i came over.”
“i let her because i knew you’d want a taste,” toji grunted. hips snapping, balls slapping your chin as spit started to soak the bedding beneath you. “been dreaming of breeding this tight cunt since the day i met her. fill you up until you’re swollen with my kid. bet her mother would love that.” he held your head there still for a moment as you began to gag around his length. “you’d look so good ruined, kid. tits leaking, belly round, still calling me daddy while i fuck another load into you.”
shiu laughed low, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded you from behind. “she’s clenching so hard hearing that. pathetic. all that teasing and she’s just a needy little slut for her stepdad and his best friend.”
your mind fractured under the overwhelming pressure. pleasure, shame, betrayal, and overwhelming need mixed until you were sobbing sobbing around toji’s cock, cumming hard on shiu’s dick.
they switched positions—toji finally claiming your pussy while shiu used your mouth. toji fucked you like he owned you, which he did. deep, punishing strokes that hit every spot, pressing down on your lower belly so you could feel him rearranging your insides, pushing shiu’s cum from earlier back inside of you with his cock.
“fuck—been waiting two years to ruin this hole,” he growled, eyes locked on where your pussy was stretched so obscenely around him. “so much tighter than your mother’s. this cunt was made for me.” you sobbed around shiu’s cock, mascara running, body trembling from overstimulation. the powerlessness was overwhelming—humiliatingly and shamefully intoxicating. they had reduced you to nothing but a toy between them, and some broken part of you loved it.
toji’s pace grew brutal. “gonna fill you up, kid. knock you up so everyone knows who this pussy belongs to. say it—tell daddy who you belong to.”
you could only moan brokenly, but they didn’t need words. your body gave them everything. when they finally pulled out, you were a wrecked, cum-filled mess—leaking from both holes, thighs shaking, mind blissed out and empty.
toji gripped your hair, pulling you off the bed and onto your knees on the floor. both men stood over you, cocks still half-hard.
“clean us up, princess.”
you obeyed without thinking, broken, mouth open, tongue lolling out like a good little doll as you licked them clean—first toji’s cock, tasting yourself and his cum, then shiu’s. giving them both small kitten licks, cleaning the mess you made like a good girl. they stroked your hair almost gently, murmuring praises that made you nuzzle into their touch and little degradations that made your leaking hole clench around nothing.
“such a well trained princess,”
“good girl… such a perfect cumdump.”
“swallow every drop. that’s it. look at you, all fucked out and obedient. knew you’d break so pretty, baby.”
when you finished, licking every inch until they were spotless, shiny and spent, toji pulled you into his lap on the bed. shiu lounged beside you, flicking open his zippo, lighting a cigarette in the dim lit room. “she’s even better in person than she is on camera,” he muttered.
toji’s hand rested possessively on you hip, thumb circling the bruise he left. “told you. she’s been mine the whole time. you just got to break her in first.”
“you’re ours now, kid, understood?” he murmured against your temple, voice deceptively soft. “no more games. no more pretending. you come home for break? this is what happens. every single time. but dont worry… daddy’s gonna take real good care of you from now on.”
shiu smirked, exhaling smoke. “both of us will.”
you whimpered as you nodded weakly, too drained and owned to argue. cum still drying on your tongue, mind blissfully blank. deep down, the twisted part of you that started this knew the truth: you never wanted the power anyways. not really.
toji let you play your games because it amused him. because it made claiming you all the sweeter. why have one when there’s two? because two filthy older men could ruin you so much more thoroughly.
and you’d coming home for every single break from now on.
toji had pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple, voice low. “welcome home, kid.”
a/n: i hoped you guys liked enjoyed the filth, it took way longer than expected because i gave up so many times. i always imagine shiu and toji double teaming someone so i thought why not write something nasty. part two of pervy nerdjo is on the way! xoxo, ly loves youuuuu 💋! dividers by @/cursed-carmine
" You’re the office whore. Was I not meant to fuck you as such? "
executive summary :
⤷ In which you refuse to align sex with anything more than an act committed for the benefit of status gain. You’re a whore by choice and it works… until it doesn’t?
key intelligence :
⤷ This fic takes place in the same au as TFL but you do not have to read that fic before this one, or even at all. This fic can be read separately as it has an entirely different plot, takes place during a different time, & includes a different reader.
associated parties (pairings) :
⤷ jjk (office) men x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, nanami x f!reader, higuruma x f!reader, shiu x f!reader, kusakabe x f!reader, & ino x f!reader.
disclosures (content) :
⤷ fem!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, non-curse office au, manipulation, possessiveness, fluff, lots of tension everywhere, dramatics, inaccurate depictions of office life (reminder; this is fiction), drama, toxicity, pining, angst, tfl references, porn with plot, whore activities, 18+ themes, implications of obsession, etc.
Synopsis: in which you decide to cut things off with your best friend's father and things don't go exactly to plan...
Warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs do not interact, p in v, cunnilingus, hidden sex, age gap (reader is in college, Shiu is at least like 35), brief DADDY kink (one mention of it sorry I know I know), thigh job, brief mention of bondage, some exhibitionism, dirty talk — praise, big díck Shiu propaganda, dilf!shiu who's too smooth for his own good, lots of swearing, not proofread
Word Count: 2.9k
It’d be no surprise to anyone to find you lounging on the Kongs’ sofa, cooking in the kitchen or sleeping in the guestroom. In fact, you’re so often at their house that the mailman’s begun handing you your mail there.
So, when you come by again, your friend dragging you by the arm as she speaks animatedly about how the season to rewatch Twilight has begun, you already know there’s no malice or resentment in her father’s words, only an underlying amusement, when he muses:
“Mmm, one more visit from you and I might have to start charging rent, doll.” He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, suit jacket thrown over a chair and sleeves rolled up his beefy forearms.
His daughter groans. “Ugh, dad, go away. We’re gonna watch Twilight.”
Raising his limbs in surrender, he says, “Oh, how you keep me young, sweetheart.”
And then you part ways.
You don’t tell your friend he sent you a wink over her head and you certainly don’t tell her you bit your lip afterwards.
Truthfully, there’s a lot of things you haven’t told her: you did see her pick out her wedgie that humid Wednesday afternoon last summer; it was you who broke the zip of her new bodycon dress last month, not her; and, you can’t forget, you’ve been fucking her dad for months now.
Every time she excuses herself to the bathroom, whether to shower or pluck her unibrow, you seek out Shiu, manicured nails running down his shirt and the taste of his cigarette melting on your tongue. You’ve fucked in pretty much every room in the house — his bedroom, the guest room, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the garage, even in the basement, and maybe, just maybe, also in her room, on her bed, after a sip too much of his whiskey.
Naturally, it isn’t just about all the different rooms (because you’ve also got it on in places beyond the house e.g. the backseat of his car, and the front seat; a park, in the slides, on the swing, on a bench; the toilet stalls of a bar, mall, restaurant, among others; and in other people’s houses, yours included), you’ve experimented with many different positions.
To list them all would take you hours. And in any case, you hardly think she’d want the nasty little details.
Understandably, you’re also hesitant to share that he’s touched you under the dinner table right in front of her, his calloused fingers working their way in your pussy and rubbing you to an orgasm, or two, before dessert. And if you did confess that particular story, you’d definitely have to leave out the fact that when he licked his fingers, it wasn’t the gravy he’d spilled he was complimenting the flavours of.
Though, to be frank, you are pretty ready to reveal that you don’t have stomach problems, at least, not that frequently; you, more often than not, simply hide out in the bathroom so he can fuck you against the cold tiles, his belt fastened around your wrists and his tie gagging you into silence.
And how does one even begin the conversation about how huge their friend’s dad’s cock is?
Seriously, it’s massive.
Long, easy to get hard despite his age, with two pretty veins running up his cock, neatly trimmed all the time, and adorable balls that swing and smack your clit when he takes you from behind. Honestly, you could suck on it like a lollipop all night long — which you’ve done before.
But today, today, you swear, you’re breaking it off.
No more hiding, no more skulking around, sneaking in gropes and kisses when she’s turned around and obviously no more slapping your ass and pretending there was a fly.
You hate keeping this secret from your friend. She deserves better. You deserve better too; sneaky sex often means no time for cuddling or dates. Not that Shiu pumps and dumbs, so to speak, but you both have to be careful, never lingering nor pushing it too far, lest you permanently scar his unsuspecting daughter.
With that newfound resolve, you steel your spine and wander into the kitchen while she showers.
“Hey there, sweets,” he drawls as he dries some plates, “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
You stay on the other side of the island; distance is good. If he can get his hands on you then he can fuck the idea out of you. And, well, that doesn’t sound so bad — he’s got an amazing dick, a whole lot of experience to pair with it, and a love of giving oral sex, which most guys your age would rather die than do— No, no, it is bad.
It’s worse than bad.
It’s downright immoral.
You need change, you need to be a good person, to be having guiltfree sex, one that doesn’t hurt your friend in the long run, to be with a man who doesn’t ask if it’s a safe day and throw caution to the wind with raw sex, and unquestioningly, you should be with someone who doesn’t then pull up your panties, give a kiss on the bow at the front and tell you to be a good girl by keeping his cum nice and warm for later.
“Shiu, I think we need to stop.”
He cocks a brow, drying his hands on a teatowel before he throws it over his shoulder. “Stop what, gorgeous?”
With just that one word, like you’ve been Pavloved, you feel your thong dampening. And the bastard must notice you squirming because he shakes his head with a chuckle. Stammering and embarrassed, you reply, “T-this. Us. We can’t have sex anymore.”
Nodding, he leans against the counter, “Ah, I see. Well, that’s fine by me, sweets. I can live off eating you out. That’s still on the table, right?”
“No!” You stomp your feet. “Nothing is on the table.”
“You were last night, and the morning before that, if I recall correctly.”
In a hurry, you round the island, smacking your palm over his mouth and hissing, “Stop talking. Are you even listening to me?”
He’s enjoying this. Even if you can’t see his smile, you sure can feel it. His stubble tickles your skin and the reminder of how it felt grazing the curve of your neck, rubbing against your inner thighs, has your fight dwindling. Especially when his arms creep around your body, firm hands landing on your hips and tugging you harshly towards him.
Something heavy and hot pokes your stomach.
You gasp.
“Found something, doll?”
The rasp of his voice is velvet on your skin. The heat of his body, the security, his firmness, his cologne, everything about him is intoxicating. You slump your head on his chest, sighing deeply.
You.
Are.
Weak.
And a terrible friend.
Pinching your chin, he coos, “I know, I know. It’s hard having such a needy pussy, isn’t it? Want me to talk to her, hmm? I’ll straighten her out for you.”
“Ugh, that’s terrible,” you whisper. “Stupid dad jokes. God, it’s so hot.”
Lips descending, they skim yours, not pushing or forcing, just waiting for you to bridge the gap. He mutters, “Good girl,” when you reach up, standing on your tiptoes.
He tastes like wine and nicotine, like a dangerous thrill no one else has ever given you. It’s no wonder you’re wantonly moaning into his mouth, friend long forgotten, and grinding against the leg he slots between your thighs. Shiu kneads your ass, fingers digging under your skirt and aiding your slide up and down his clothed leg. “Mmm, love this perfect ass. Can feel how wet and warm you already are, sweets. How scandalous.”
SMACK!
“Shiu!”
“Shh, baby. It’s alright. I’ve got you.” He traces the line of your thong and huffs. “You’re wearing a skirt for easy access and a sexy little thong to break up with me? Cruel thing.” The backs of your thighs meet the chill of the marble counter. Shiu wastes no second falling to his knees and burying his head under your skirt. “Gorgeous. So gorgeous.”
Checking behind you, you try to push him away. “Shiu, no, w-what if she walks in?”
“You know she takes hour-long showers. That’s more than enough time for me to win my girl back. Just –mmm you’re drenched already, naughty girl— sit back and relax, beautiful.”
Expertly, he pushes your panties to the side, tongue parting your pussy lips so he can dip to where you’re gushing, spreading the wetness to your clit. He rubs tight circles around the sensitive bud. “Oh, god, S-shiu. So good. So fucking good.”
“You taste just as sweet as I remember,” he groans. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby. Therrrree you go. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Thighs hiked up and thrown over his shoulders, he can reach deeper inside with his tongue, nose bumping against your bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, daddy, suck my clit harder. Oh yeah! Fuckkk.” You’re grinding your cunt on his face, searching for your high without care for the mess you’re making. His approving squeezes urges you on.
“Hey, babes,” a voice behind breaches the thickening air.
You jolt.
Nervously, you turn your head around, neck creaking.
Just as you expected, your friend is standing by the door, playing with her phone, too busy with whatever’s on her screen to look up. You smack Shiu as silently and subtly as you can. “Oh, heyyyy. How was your shower?”
She shrugs. “Good. There’s nothing like being clean. Where’s my dad?”
“No idea,” you reply. “I’m sure he’s busy doing dad -ngh!- s-stuff.”
Frowning, she steps closer. “You alright?”
You can’t tell her you’re not. You can’t share the fact that her dad just gave you a particular hard suck at your clit, like you asked, or the fact that he’s inching two fingers inside you right now, feeling the pleats of your pussy and curling the thick digits against that gummy spot of your walls. Instead, you settle for, “Y-yeah. Just cramps. You know how it is.”
“Oh, yeah. Don’t gotta say any more, babes. Alright, I’m just gonna pop by the store and get some popcorn, then we can get started on Breaking Moon.”
Vibrations tickle your puffy lips; he’s groaning into your drenched pussy, drunk on the taste of you, the thrill of being caught, and the sharp pain that’s spreading on his scalp from where you’re yanking on his hair. She can’t see his face pressed tightly between your legs or the fact that you’re dripping all over the counter, and thank god.
With a tense smile, you wave her away. “Yeah, yeah. Do your thang.”
She cocks her head to the side the same time Shiu snorts. “‘Thang?’ Since when do you say ‘thang?’”
Fuck.
“It’s the -hah- cramps. C-changes a person, y’know?”
“No kidding.” Her laugh reaches your ears. “Alrighty. Be back soon.”
As soon as the front door clicks shut, you find yourself spun around, bent over the counter, ass hanging out and thong ripped off with a SNAP!
“W-wait, Shiu! We don’t have time.”
The burning length of his cock slots between your legs, in and out, in and out, getting all slicked up with your pussy juice. Catching on your pulsing clit, his cockhead kisses it over and over again. Your hips stutter back, incapable of resisting the pleasure bursting wherever he touches. He mouths kisses all over the length of your neck, stubble scraping and tickling. “Tighten your legs for me, doll. Mmm, good girl. Stay just like that for me.”
Shiu’s thrusting like he really is fucking your pussy and the squelches he’s pulling out make it seem like so. His fingers threaten to bruise your hips with how hard he’s gripping you but you don’t care, the soreness you’ll find later will be a sweet memory you’ll no doubt touch yourself to at night, after all.
“Fuck, ngh! We have to hurry. Fuck me already.”
He laughs right into your ear, inhaling the scent of your shampoo with a low groan. “Whatever the princess wants. Put it on me, baby.”
Shaky fingers rip open the condom wrapper he throws in the air. With expert skill, you slide the condom down his throbbing length. A wet, messy kiss on your lips is the only warning you get before he stretches your pussy out with his cock, unable to hold out any longer.
You whine at the sting, but you can’t bring yourself to run away from it.
Inch by inch he fills you up, robbing you of breath and driving you downright crazy. “S-slow down, Shiu. It hurts.”
“I’m sorry, doll. I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. How does two orgasms before she comes back sound to you?” Shiu gropes your tits through your shirt, massaging the fat like a stressball, half in apology and half for his own dastardly pleasure. You shiver when he flicks your hardened nipples through the material.
Gasping for air, dizzy with bliss as he forces his cock deeper and deeper until he bottoms out, you sass, “T-try three.”
Shiu’s chuckle is breathy. “My funny girl.”
The air turns humid, filling up with the grunts and moans and squeals that you two release. Hips slapping and smacking, clothes rustling and cum splattering from where you’re joined together so closely it’s hard to tell where he begins and you end, everything overwhelms and overstimulates you, too spoiled to bother looking at the door.
How could you when his fingers are rubbing your clit again and again, seemingly magnetised? When he’s twisting your face back toward him with his spare hand so he can swallow the garbled moan of his name straight from your lips?
“Your dirty pussy’s so fucking wet, so -shit baby- so tight. My favourite -fuck!- f-favourite place in the world. Jesus,” he exhales. “And you were going to take this away from me? Oh, dollface, I ought to bend you over my -hngh- lap and spank you till you’re -loosen up, fuck!- till you’re c-crying out for f-forgiveness.”
And you’d let him. God knows you’d fucking let him.
“I’m back,” someone sings.
You both still.
The kitchen is right in the eyeline of the front door. She’s walking over now with a plastic bag and a smile. There’s no place to hide, no time to even try. You’re fucked. “What are you guys up to?”
Her knowing eyes meet yours, scanning your body from your wrinkled top, the hand that’s under it, cupping your breast, to the bunched up skirt leaving nothing to the imagination, and definitely to the puddle of wetness you left on the kitchen island.
Shiu mutters a curse under his breath. “Sweetheart,” he begins, unable to find the right words, “I -uh- fuck, we were just–”
Cringing, you try to salvage this. “Um, we were just hugging?”
“Ohhhh,” she says, dropping the bag off on the table to clap her hands together, “so my dad’s not fucking you right now. I see. And here I thought my two favourite people are actually shameless whores.”
The world tilts on its axis.
Static rings in your head, deafening and blinding you at the same time somehow. This is it. She’s going to fight you. She’s going to beat you black and blue, render you stupid for the rest of your life. She’ll tell everyone you really did piss your pants from laughing too hard in the bar during Freshers and didn’t actually spill your drink, admit on socials that she’s the one who worked your first tampon in, and or burn all your clothes whilst she laughs manically. And you wouldn’t blame her; you’ve done something unforgivable. Something so so so good, but definitely so so so wrong. This is the end of your friendship forever. And all because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, or rather, couldn’t keep it in her father’s pants.
You shove Shiu away, who was standing in shock, to rearrange your clothes back in place and stuttering, “I’m super sorry. Oh my god, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Wiping your wetness from his face unashamedly with a tea towel, tucking himself back in and blinking furiously as he takes in the sudden turn of events, he sighs. “Honey, it’s my fault. Fuck. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Please, give us a chance to explain.”
She laughs again.
“Guys, stop. Like, seriously. I do not want to have this talk. I’m messing with you. We’re all adults here, aren’t we? Honestly, I’m just glad my dad’s getting some. Like, t b h, I thought he was some loser and I’d inherit his loser, pulling-no-bitches genes. Could you imagine?” When he scoffs and opens his mouth to refute the accusations, probably ready to list all the women he’s bed since the divorce, his daughter simply raises her hand. “Spare me, dad. I don’t want to know more. Just remember how kind and forgiving I am, alright? Remember that you owe me one. And that neither of you can get mad at me now.”
You blink. “Why would we get mad at you?”
Like her dad, she shoots you a wink. “‘Cause I’m fucking your dad. Duh.”
Behind you, you sense, rather than feel per se, Shiu’s dick deflate.
“Have been for about a year now. Just did actually when I said ‘I’d go to the shop.’ He’s still outside, in his car, so maybe I can catch him. Y’know, since you guys are busy.” Giggling, she grabs her keys and skips away in haste, leaving you and her father to process the information. “Wrap it before you tap it! I don’t want a sibling.”
When you finally do absorb all that had just happened, eons later, the world tilts on its axis again. No, it completely collapses from under you.
they did something and they had to face your silent treatment .ᐟ
ft. nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna, higuruma, shiu
non curse au everyones getting along all that good stuff
tags. lighearted, just them apologizing sweetly
Toji Fushiguro is your neighbor, and you're the sweet girl next door, you help tutor his son Megumi for him after school until he gets home and help out for extra cash. What you don't know, is Toji has become obsessed with you - the pretty babysitter - so much so he is in your place when you're not, and things start to come up missing. When you try to hook up, he's is knocking on your door for sugar, when you shower, the hot water somehow shuts off. But can Toji have you all to himself when you have a stupid crush on his best friend Shiu across the street!
pairings - yandere! toji x babysitter! reader x dilf! shiu
warnings - age gap - reader is 22, Toji is 39, Shiu is 40 - Toji and reader are the main but Shiu has fun w/us - this chap - threesome, p in v sex, anal, creampie, DP, oral (f receiving) Shiu being a brat tbh, Toji being obsessed, freaky, filthy ass chap
this already has nine chaps on Patreon (ten coming tomorrow) but they will be released weekly on here (ignore the 2 wks i forgot lol) <3
beautiful art creds here!
<<<chapter six - chapter eight>>>
chapter seven
"Toji," you say softly, your voice barely registering as blood rushes in his ears, scowling at his enemy that used to be his best friend, contemplating how deep he could bury his ass in his back yard. "Let me help. It's polite to do that!"
"Polite is letting your host do the work," he damn near pouts at you when you put a hand on his chest, Shiu just leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a look of amusement on his features.
"She's right, you know," Shiu says, pushing off the door and inclining his head towards the kitchen, acting all oblivious like he doesn’t know Toji is utterly obsessed with your ass and that he doesn’t love to just fuel the fire. "I'd love the help actually, you’re always a hell of a cook.”
“Aw, thank you,” Toji doesn't move from holding you against him, however, you look at him and giggle, as if he’s teasing and now about to throw you over his shoulder and lock you in his bedroom.
If you only knew his damn thoughts driving him insane. Toji looks then and sees your innocent eyes, the way you just think somehow Toji is normal is just adorable. He lets out a heavy, frustrated sigh, releasing you reluctantly, but not before his hand slides down to give your ass a squeeze that makes you gasp, smirking over at Shiu.
“Toji!”
“What, can’t grab it?” You blush for him so damn pretty.
“You’re all territorial,” you playfully smack at his hand. “Come help us cook, hmm? Don’t you bake cookies for Gumi?”
Shiu snorts in laughter, you look back at him. “I do bake, oh… and I cook too, remember Shiu? The dinner?”
“I only remember eating her pretty pussy out,” you giggle again, when Toji finally lets you go.
"Fine.” You kiss his cheek, as Toji plots new ways to get you to be all his.
Maybe tonight when he fucks your ass first, stretching it out on his cock, when he cums inside of it, and fucks it back into you, then maybe he’ll get all your attention.
He sips on the red wine Shiu poured – at least the fucker has a good selection, he’ll give him that, even as he has to watch the two of you chopping veggies and Shiu sizzling meat in the wok.
His kitchen is sleek and modern, all dark wood and chrome, a stark contrast to Toji's more homey, lived-in kitchen, everything is still there from about twenty years ago when he got the place. But you have to say, you love Toji’s old kitchen, the new appliances in it seem to almost not fit, like it’s from a long time ago.
It’s easy to fall into a side by side with Shiu, with the scent of garlic and herbs already lingering in the air, smoke rising from the skillet. Toji is sort of huffing and puffing, so you look over your shoulder at the big man.
“Come here and help cook.”
“Me!? I can’t-” shit, you don’t know Toji can’t cook. “I um… nah, you two got it I guess.”
Shiu smirks, and Toji almost kills him then and there. “But you really are so talented, Toji.”
He shoots a death glare at him.
“Really, dinner was so good,” you say all pretty, Shiu touches the small of your back as he moves just a bit, Toji’s fingers twitch when he gives you a little kiss, and you kiss him back.
How dare you!?
He tries to hold it together, maybe he was a ‘caveman’ because he would just love to beat the shit out of his friend and drag you to his place. He can only imagine you snug asleep in his bed again, like that morning when he’d woken up with you dragged on top of him on his lap.
His cock twitches just thinking of it, he could still feel that heat on him. Tonight he knows you’ll have Shiu inside you and it makes him furious, but he also just fucking wants you happy – and it’s his own decisions that somehow landed him in this ‘throuple’ situation, he’s sure that once he wrecks your other hole you’ll fall for him.
How could you not already see how desperate and hopelessly in love with you Toji really is?
You’re so goddamn pretty in the kitchen it takes everything not to bend you over a counter and fuck a baby or three into you right then and there. Not cumming inside you last time was a crime, truly, even if your mouth felt so good sucking him down, he can’t help but want to fill you up until you’re dripping him down your inner thighs.
Possessive thoughts cloud his mind to where he hardly hears the small talk, hardly notices where he is and with who – Shiu fades to a background noise as he watches you eat. Sees your pulse racing underneath the thin skin on your inner wrist as you cut into your steak, sees you lick the juices from your lips and giggle all fucking cute like you weren’t ruining him.
Just existing was enough to destroy Toji’s psyche – but especially existing in such close proximity to Shiu, when you’re all his.
How can he tell you, show you what he really wants?
“So,” you look at both men now, sipping your wine as the three of you finish dinner – Toji’s been oddly quiet tonight, you brush a hand on his thigh over his slacks, fingers pressing in just a bit.
“So?” Shiu prompts, sipping his drink, his hand brushing up across your soft inner thigh, you bite down on your lip at the sensation, Toji’s isn’t far behind, sitting right above your knee.
“I started birth control,” they blink, and you giggle a bit. “So that means… if you both wanted…”
“Say less,” Shiu has things shoved out of the way you hardly blink, Toji’s standing up and loosening his collar, rolling up his sleeves as you stare at both of them, breathless at their enthusiasm. “You want cum inside you?”
“I do,” they simultaneously groan, each of them kissing you, making you whine out softly, heady with the wine in your system, the way they both work you.
Shiu spreads your thighs right at the dinner table, kneeling down and moaning at the sight of your slick cunt, tugging them down your thighs, goosebumps spreading across your skin. Your hands clutch the dining room table, looking down into warm eyes darkened with need, when Toji tilts your chin up with two fingers, tugging at your hair in this way that makes your cunt drip even more.
"Perfect little cunt," Shiu murmurs, kissing it now, when Toji kisses your lips, hands gripping your waist over your silky little dress. Your eyes roll back in your skull when Toji's kissing across your bare shoulders, teeth slipping the thin strap of your dress down, scraping your skin.
"Mnh!" Shiu's fingers are scooping up all that arousal, spreading it across your cunt before standing, slipping those fingers right in your mouth.
"Suck like a good girl, there you go," your tongue swirls his thick fingers, sucking yourself off them before he kisses your mouth, Toji snatches your chin right back up, moaning.
"Taste so sweet fuck," his voice is gruff, cock throbbing underneath his pants, kneeling right next to Shiu and scowling. "I'm eating her out."
"Wait your turn."
"Wait my turn?" You giggle at the two of them, gruff, angry Toji so damn big, Shiu smirking and having fun riling him up, both of their hands on your thighs, dimpling the flesh underneath their touch. Toji leans down, flattening his tongue against your slit and licking a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, making it twitch under the tip of his tongue.
“Ngh!” You’re gripping his dark locks, feeling his wet muscle slipping inside your quivering hole , when Shiu leans in, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He nips and sucks, sharp teeth making you gasp out, trembling and arching your hips.
“My turn,” Toji backs off, mouth dripping with you, scowling at Shiu in a way that has you almost giggling, already drunk off the two men’s attention.
“Nope.” Shiu's is softer, his tongue more deliberate as it drags up and down, collecting your juices, only for Toji to push him off, his lips closing around your clit and sucking, Shiu chuckles at Toji’s intensity, demanding as he slathers your clit with quick flicks.
“Mnh!” Both men work your cunt like they’ve always known how, tongues flicking on your clit, shoving in your hole, suction and humming as they fight over who gets to make you cum first.
Your hands grip the tablecloth, knuckles whitening as you’re spread wide open for their hungry mouths, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy as each drag of a tongue pushes you higher. Different textures, different pressures, the tips of them lapping up the soaking wetness that’s spilling down your plump lips.
A girl could get used to this.
“Move,” Toji shoves Shiu now, his fingertips swirling in your mess of a hole, pressing in just a bit, you moan, eyes struggling to focus, when Shiu shoves his way right back.
“You move.”
They glare at each other and fuck if it’s not hot. But then a devious idea plants into your mind.
"You could work together," you say then, nibbling on your thumb, giggling more when they both give you a glare, even Shiu. "What! You could."
"I'm not putting my tongue anywhere near Toji," Shiu says. “That’s a hard no for me, sweetheart.”
Toji scoffs. "Well neither am I."
"Aw, scared to accidentally kiss?" They look at each other for just a moment, before standing, and Shiu just picks you up, Toji smacks your ass hard when you're thrown over Shiu's shoulder. "Hey!"
"You're being bratty, sweetheart," Shiu chides, starting to walk you towards his bedroom.
"Gonna have to do something about that," you're tossed on the bed, the two of them undoing their dress shirts then, your dress scrunched up on your hips, the two of them look positively devious with their smirks.
Shit, you really fucked up.
It’s moments after that where they have your dress off you, they’re stripped bare so you see their cocks, Shiu eating it from the back as Toji tugs your hair and has you suck his cock. You thought it may go like it did last time, where one fucked your mouth and the other fucked your cunt, but this time it’s just a little different.
Shiu’s laying flat on his back as he drags you down to straddle him, hands rushing over your skin, your cunt gliding on his length as you move your hips, pussy drooling all down him until he’s glossy. Toji’s hands are gripping your ass, smacking each cheek, making you tremble with need.
“Where’s the lube, Shiu?” Toji asks, making you blink just a bit, the realization making you blush as you bite down on your lip, when your slick folds glide along Shiu’s cock – he’s already leaking so much pre it’s sticking to your clit.
“Mmm, the nightstand,” he murmurs, honey eyes lit up as he studies the way you look on top of him, hands sliding up the curve of your waist, slipping to your breasts and gripping their softness in his palms. “Take what you want, sweetheart.”
A little whine escapes when he lifts you, and you reach down for his cock at the base, face flushed so cute. It was the first time you’d actually be having sex with Shiu, Toji you have twice but you’ve only sucked him, he’s impressive in his size even if Toji is just a little fatter, the two of their cocks are ridiculously hard to take.
But you can’t complain, not when his tip is gliding in your entrance, already quivering around his leaky tip. You’re trembling as he rocks you up and down, easing into you rather than how Toji just dragged you fully down on his cock. Every inch is making you stretch in the sweetest way, hands braced on his chest, feeling the warmth underneath your fingertips, it’s intimate, how he looks at you.
“That’s it, lemme see you work it,” he whispers. “Just like in that car, hmm?”
You pull up and glide back down it as he slowly fills you, more and more until you’re almost bottoming out, a mess of slick pooling on his flat stomach and sticking to his tan hair under his belly button. You hear the click of the cap behind you suddenly, Toji’s hand brushing down your spine, you look back at him and see his eyes are black damn near, squirting that lube on his fingers.
“You sure you can take us both like this, doll?” He taunts a bit, but he’s asking your permission. You nod eagerly, Toji settles between Shiu’s thighs, pressing you so you’re bend over, moaning at the sight of Shiu’s cock stretching you.
Sure, he hates him. But also that’s sexy as fuck, so for the moment he’ll enjoy seeing you like this, arched with your small hole ready for him to finger. He squirts even more on it, letting it get slick, his finger is circling your tightest hole. He works you open slowly, carefully, his fingers stretching you, preparing you, at first you tighten up, and Shiu reaches out, his hand stroking your cheek.
"Relax," Shiu murmurs, arching his hips so his tip presses your cervix. “It’ll feel good if you do, just let go. We've got you."
You take a breath and do just that, and soon Toji’s fingers do feel good, the way those thick digits work you and curve down, you’re even wetter on Shiu’s cock, as Toji leans over you, pulling you up to slide in down to the knuckles. His free hand wraps your throat, kissing up the curve of your jaw, your lashes flutter shut at the pressure.
“Can’t wait for her to know my shape too,” he murmurs in your ear, possessive and intense, you bite down on your lip, moaning softly. “Feel good?”
“Y-yes,” Shiu arches again, drawing your attention to him, when he runs little circles on your clit, making you further relax into it.
How did you end up with two older boyfriends about to stuff you full from both holes?
When Toji gets you looser, you’re taking two fingers, rocking your hips back and forth with your hole stuffed, Toji positions himself behind you, stroking his cock and spitting right on it, adding even more slick, exhaling when the head of his cock is pressing against you, the tight entrance choking his cock until he can hardly handle it.
“F-fuck…” He has to pause, feeling you tighten up again, kissing across the side of your neck, breath tickling your skin. You look back at him, head falling back as he pushes in slowly, a thick, burning stretch that steals your breath from your lungs. “Your cunt was already so tight, now this? Can hardly get any inside.”
“So much…” You whisper, tears pricking your eyes at the intense, overwhelming feeling of him sliding just his tip, the ridge popping inside and gliding into your hole, so deeply intimate.
You feel so close with Toji suddenly, his hand gripping your throat even tighter, his soft groans as he sinks deeper into your unused hole, his other arm wraps you tightly around the waist, dragging your ass down even further. You suck in a breath, looking into his eyes as he eases even deeper, just barely moving and having you stuffed so full you can’t think.
"You all right, doll?" You swallow down emotions suddenly, you never thought something so filthy could be so intimate, him taking you for the first time when you’ve never had anything in there before.
“Good, good,” you whisper, his teeth sink into your neck as you sink further down on Shiu, your thighs pressing on either side of narrow hips. “So full… so much pressure…”
“You can take us,” Shiu murmurs, earning your attention, you take a shaky breath and look down, leaning a bit so he can grip your tits in his hand, sucking on one and leaned up just a bit on an elbow. “You’re doing so good, feel so perfect.”
Toji would get mad Shiu is talking to you better, praising you more, but how can he when he can’t stop moaning, when he’s drunk off how your ass is gripping his cock. He bites your neck again, teeth sinking into your skin.
He enters you slowly, filling your pussy while Toji fills your ass. The sensation of being completely full, of being claimed by both of them at once, is mind-shattering. You moan, your head dropping forward, your body trembling with the sheer intensity of it, relishing in how you clamp down, your cute little whines and moans, letting go of your throat to grip your hips almost bruisingly.
He begins to move more steady, the more you’re able to take – the two men slowly finding a rhythm together. Toji's thrusts are deep and powerful from behind, his grip on your hips tightening even more, burning so good you can’t stand it, tummy so full of them both now, their cocks rubbing together between your walls. Shiu's movements from below are slower, more deliberate, his hips rolling against yours and thrusting, dragging his tip on your spot.
“Mnh! M’gonna… gonna…” You can’t finish, when Toji shoves his entire cock deep in your hole, and Shiu is snug and flush on your cervix. You scream out until you’re hoarse as Shiu runs his finger over your clit in quick little patterns, Toji’s cock buried deep inside your ass, pressing forward, squeezing your hips.
You cum so hard your vision whites out, body clenching down on them both, thighs shaking violently as you try to breathe, your orgasm ripping through you, and the two men are quiet for just a bit as they watch you. Your eyes rolling back, body shaking, nails digging into Shiu's shoulders when they shove in fully. You're a trembling mess as the two men fuck your holes deep, each lifting you up to drag you back down.
Your lips melt with Shiu when Toji presses you down by the small of your back, his hand entangled in your hair as you kiss him. He stays buried as toji moves, fucking your ass so deep and hard you're barely able to stand it, the way Shiu's cock leaks on your puffy cervix as he just barely rolls his hips is too much. You're gasping for breath as the men moan, feeling you tighten.
“That's it, fuck you're taking us so good,” Toji praises, easing back so Shiu can lean up and take over.
“You're so wet, you love it hmm? Both of us inside?” Shiu asks you softly, your answer is a cute little nod as he works his cock deep inside you.
Toji is thrusting a little more shallow now, his cock rubbing against Shiu’s inside you, both men groaning when your walls tighten around them again, the sensation overwhelming. They seem to both find a maddening rhythm and you're almost jealous of whoever got to feel this. You know damn well they've done this before.
They work too well together.
Toji's hands on your tits, Shiu's on your hips, both sharing kisses with you, sweet encouraging pecks as they ruin you. Toji is splitting you open in the most intimate manner, Shiu bruising your cervix as you kiss both of them, constantly tugged in either direction.
"Look at her," Shiu breathes against your lips, his voice a soft, lilting hum that washes over you. "So fucking beautiful when she's taking it like this."
His words earn your desperate kiss, all the praise mixed with Toji’s degrading words from the back. “Perfect slut, loves her holes filled, huh?”
“Mmm, she is perfect,” you gasp out and feel yourself getting close to falling off the edge, the feeling of their tips pushing together with just the thin barrier of your skin is too much, your clit pressed on Shiu’s smattering of hair over his cock.
“Shiu… Toji…”
They both moan, Toji’s hand smacks your ass cheeks softly, pulling them apart even further to look at your hole, he spits a glob of bubbly saliva on his cock, making it even easier to shove inside. “Love us stretching you out, doll, hmm?”
“Mhm!"
“Such a good girl," Shiu murmurs, and the praise sends a fresh wave of heat through your core, as you clench down on him, he sucks in a breath at the tight vise grip you have. "Taking all of it for us.”
“She is,” Toji is somehow softer, feeling what you need as your body responds to Shiu, he leans over, his breath hot and ragged in your ear as he catches a breath, his fingers bruising your hips. “Good girl, just for daddy, hmm?”
You cum right there, something about the way Toji says it pushes you over the narrow little ledge you had, as he slams his cock flush inside your hole, you’re shaking, trying to take them both. Toji eases back and lets Shiu take over, picking you up just a bit to slam his cock inside, dragging on your walls, fucking you right through a messy orgasm.
You’re squirting down Shiu’s cock then, he moans at the sight, gathering some of the juices up and slipping his cum soaked fingers into your mouth. “Makin’ such a mess, hmm?”
Your answer is a nod, a blush on your cheeks. For a moment Shiu sort of forgets Toji’s caveman claim on you, your pussy feels really goddamn good around him, and you’re too cute. He’s pussy drunk when he’s kissing up your neck, almost wanting to shove Toji’s ass out of the room so he can pump as many loads inside of you as he wants.
You obviously love Toji’s words, but you love Shiu’s too, and he knows if he actually gave it a shot – maybe he could have you. But his annoying, psychotic best friend would literally kill and bury him. What a shame, he thinks, as your soppy cunt makes a bigger mess down his stomach, so much it drips down his hips and onto his blankets.
“Made too m-much of a mess,” you whine out, both men chuckle then.
“Shiu should be so fuckin’ honored,” Toji wraps his hand around your throat again, bottoming out in your hole, you clench him so hard he almost busts, moaning as he kisses you. “Right Shiu?”
“Of course I’m fuckin’ honored,” you laugh breathless as Shiu slams up into your cunt again, fucking into your squelching wetness. The sounds of it echo in his room, his huge hands holding your hips up. “Ready for us to fill you up?”
“Please,” your soft whisper is their undoing, both men pump faster, fucking you harder, every stroke just wrecking you until you’re so full you can’t think. “Inside.”
You don’t have to tell them twice.
Both men pump you full of cum then, slamming their cocks so deep inside you, Shiu’s flooding your pussy with warmth, spurting all against your cervix – Toji’s cock shooting white ropes in your other hole. You’ve never felt something like that, warmth from both of them making you ache, trembling as it fills you, you’re so warm, so full it’s hard to do anything but cry out.
Their moans mingle with the wet, filthy sounds of your cunt and ass taking their loads, their lips and hands all over you, your thighs trembling just a bit as you try to hold yourself up. Toji’s hand loosens from your neck, gentle kisses even for such a big, gruff man like him, his huge hand soft as it cradles your neck, his cock pushing in and spurting more cum.
“Fuck…” You barely are able to form that word, giggling breathless and fucked out then as you look back at Toji, kissing him softly, then laying right on Shiu’s chest, nuzzling his neck as he rubs the back of your hair.
"You okay, doll? For real?" Toji’s words are soft as he eases out of you, you’re wincing just a bit, suddenly the stretch and soreness hits.
You nod, a genuine smile spreading across your face when you look back at him, and he runs a hand down the curve of your spine. It's sweet, the way he checks on you every time you all do things, as gruff as he asks. It’s also sweet the way Shiu's arm tightens around you in a gentle hug, bringing you to his chest, still intimately joined inside you.
"Better than okay," you whisper back. "I'm great in fact.”
They laugh softly, Toji leans back to spread your hole, watching the way the milky cum just spurts out of it in a trickle, moaning as he toys with it. Shiu eases you off him gently, and both of your holes are just pouring cum, most of it trickling down Shiu’s slick cock, the sight is obscene and one Toji thinks he’ll jerk it to forever, honestly, he mixes both of them now, shoving two fingers in your cunt.
“Ah!” You’re clenching down as he pumps both of their release inside you, Shiu eases you up, kissing you as his cock brushes against your inner thigh.
“Want to wash up, sweetheart?” Shiu asks softly, you nod, blushing some more, and soon the two of them have you under the hot spray of the shower.
Shiu washes your hair, Toji conditions it.
Shiu washes your body and Toji rinses it.
A girl cannot complain, even if your holes are aching, so stretched out in unfamiliar places, but you feel special as the two of them dote on you, kissing you so sweetly. Even gruff Toji is soft with you after, carefully running soothing circles on your back, the two men pressing you between their bodies again, you almost fall asleep you’re so spent, just standing there in Shiu’s glass shower.
“I’ll go get towels,” he says then, tilting your chin up and kissing your lips, leaving you and Toji to finish up just a bit.
Toji’s quiet when you look at him curiously. “You sure that wasn’t too much?”
“No, no, you’re just… really big,” you’re blushing even under the hot, pounding water reddening Toji’s rugged skin, he’s brushing a hand down your soaking wet hair, silky from conditioner. “Did you like it?”
“Did I like it,” he laughs softly, shaking his head. “Like isn’t the word.”
“What is the word?” Your hands slip over his chest, fingers pressing into his broad shoulders, slick from the water.
“I don’t think there is a good word for what I feel,” you pause at that, eyes locking with his, when his eyes get dark underneath the bathroom lights, casting shadows on his face, enhancing the faint lines on the sides of his mouth. “Do I love being inside you? Yeah, but I think that also doesn’t explain it.”
“You love it, hmm?” You’re on your tiptoes, kissing him softly now, he moans and presses you against the wall, when he pulls back just a bit.
“I’d love to be the only one to fuck them,” you pause at that, brows drawing together in confusion. “Just my cum, just my bulge in your stomach, only my lips all over yours.”
“Oh um… Toji is…”
“Just fucked out from you I guess,” he smiles softly. “I’m a little… possessive sometimes.”
“Just sometimes?” You tease, but his words fuck you up, they keep ringing in your ears even when Shiu and him walk you to your door, they play over and over when you lay in your bed, replaying every moment.
Shiu’s cock flooding your pussy with his release, Toji’s thick length wrecking your ass, both men licking your pussy up like it was the most divine drink.
Toji, was it just talk, or did he mean that? The way he’d cupped your face tonight and kissed you so desperate once Shiu went home has you reeling, touching your lips curiously. Yet Shiu had just looked at you this way when he came inside you, cupping your face like you’re so precious.
Were you imagining it with both men?
Were you just fun to them? It’s hard to think that, when they take care of you the way they do, not just aftercare but feeding you, making sure you’re good the entire time. Surely it could be a little more.
You’re about to crash out, exhausted from the two boyfriends you have, and your conflicting feelings when you get a text, and your tummy tenses.
You took everything after your parents died – what a joke.
I’ll be seeing you soon, there’s much we have to talk about.
It’s not like you really cared they died, right?
Each message makes you feel more sick, wide awake suddenly and staring at them in horror, as terrible memories leak their way into what was a blissed out mind. Memories of your parents being gone and the fall out that happened when everything got left to you.
It’s not like it was some fortune – you still had property taxes and bills to pay, and you were young to be utterly alone, but it was enough they gave you that the family tried some shit after. When you really needed them, they literally went against you.
The thoughts rush in as you delete the messages, but more come, until you’re crying in your bed, forgetting quickly that you have two men who care, because your insecurities start to hit. All the feelings of being not good enough, of failing them, of being too deeply involved with drama.
Could you even have them both?
*****
No call, no text aside from an excuse that you’re sick for two entire days.
Toji is sick with worry, he’s been over there but you’ve ignored him – instead texting him an apology and that you’re sorry you couldn’t tutor Megumi. Something was clearly wrong.
When you finally answer Toji that you’re ‘very sick’ he doesn’t buy it. Shiu has even knocked on your door several times, trying to bring you soup, ginger ale, to at least make sure you’re alive – only for you to text him to leave it at the door and thank you. The two men are smoking on Toji’s porch when they look over at your house, you haven’t left it for two days now.
“Something’s wrong,” Shiu says then. “She took the drinks I brought and rushed back in.”
“Can’t just be she’s sick,” Toji agrees, running a hand through his hair and sighing, inhaling the cigarette into his lungs.
“Is she okay?” Megumi comes out and asks then. “You two scared my tutor off, didn’t you?”
“Tch, kid, no,” Toji smirks. “She enjoyed her night.”
“Disgusting,” he shivers now, crossing his arms and leaning on the brick wall of their home. “Seriously though, she texted me and seemed upset.”
“She texted you?” They both ask, he shrugs.
“Yeah of course, she said some family stuff, but even so I figured you two had her scared in her house avoiding you both.”
“Not at all,” Shiu frowns now, pulling up his phone and texting you. “She hasn’t read any of mine.”
“Me either,” Toji would be mad only Megumi got your texts, but he’s too panicked then that something’s wrong. “What’d she say, kid?”
“Just that it was about her family, not too detailed,” he frowns now, looking at his phone. “Did you check on her?”
“I’ve been there constantly but she won’t let me in,” Toji misses you already – god, when had he gotten so used to you?
“Just give her a little time maybe?” Megumi heads back in, and Shiu looks at Toji, a hand on his shoulder in a firm pat.
“I’m headed home, let me know if you hear anything.”
“Yeah,” he scowls then, alone on the porch, when he decides to pull up the video feed, you’ve been holed in your room so he hasn’t seen much of you – but now you’re on the couch, curled in a ball and sobbing.
That sure the fuck won’t do.
Toji bangs on your door that evening, even when you tell him to go, until you finally answer, eyes all puffy from crying, lips trembling, breaking his heart.
“Toji I’m not any fun right now, okay?” He frowns now, jaw clenched together.
“Fun?”
“Yes, I’m the opposite of that, I’ll be okay soon.” You go to shut the door and he stops it with his shoulder, waltzing right into your house. “Toji!”
“Nah,” he shuts the door, picking you up then in his arms, wrapped up in your little fuzzy blanket, hugging you. “Stop pushing me away.”
“I… you…” You’re a mess then, hugging him tightly, feeling the tears well back up in your eyes. “Toji…”
“Tell me who I need to kill.”
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shiu had suspicions something was off. he’d notice the way you would twirl your hair or bite your lip when toji was around. always flashing him a smile that was too wide or laughing at the stupidest jokes. he tried to ignore it, he even tried convincing himself that he was wrong—but one day, when you walked out in the shortest shorts, wearing a top that hugged your breasts perfectly, his suspicions were confirmed. shiu watched as toji repeatedly glanced at your ass when you bent over to pick something up. shiu wasn’t mad, he wasn’t jealous, it made him realize something deep inside—it would really turn him on to see you get fucked by another guy. especially his best friend.
during the beginning stages of your marriage, he’d be totally opposed to the idea, he couldn’t believe he even considered it—but the fantasy of his wife being pounded in front of him had his cock throbbing. eventually, he informed you about his kink. both you and toji immediately agreed to it.
“fuck, baby—you’re taking him so well.” shiu sat in the corner, fist slowly pumping his cock—his eyes were latched onto the sight of toji fucking you doggy style on the hotel bed. he was painfully hard, throbbing and balls so tight—beads of pre-cum leaked down his shaft.
“ah—fuck! mmf’ feels so good!” you slurred out, your hands gripped the sheets beneath you, and your damp hair covered parts of your forehead. toji’s thrusts were rough to say the least. one of his hands rubbed your clit while the other wrapped tightly around your throat. his body weight slightly crushed you and that had you panting for air, adding to the pleasure. it felt as if his cock was made for you, the curve of it hit your sweet spot each minute. with each thrust your juices flowed out of you. squirt dribbled down your trembling thighs.
“look at him, look at your husband while i fuck you” toji grunted out, he removed his hands from your clit and throat—now tightly gripping your hair, forcing you to look at shiu. your face was covered with runny mascara, tears, and saliva. shiu groaned at the sight, speeding his strokes. “shit—should’ve done this sooner” shiu jerked his hips forward, tightening his grip on his throbbing member.
“toji—m’ gonna cum—shit!” throwing your head back, you tightly closed your eyes and dropped your jaw—if possible, even more squirt gushed out of you. toji grunted loudly feeling you squeeze around him. “damn, shiu. she’s fucking wonderful, not gonna last long.” toji’s thrusts felt more sloppy, showing he was close. shiu stood from the chair and hovered over you—his cock brushed against your lips and you greedily licked the salty pre-cum on his tip.
wrapping your lips around his member, you hollowed your cheeks, your teary eyes looked up at him. “fuck—gonna come in that filthy mouth, baby.” shiu held your head down and you felt his seed shoot down your throat. gagging and coughing around him, he slipped his cock out your mouth—you quickly swallowed. toji’s grip on your hips became tight and you felt as hot seed shoot into you. “fuck” toji rasped out, he stilled for a moment before pulling himself out.
“good job, baby. maybe we should do this more often.” shiu would lean down and softly peck your lips. toji helped you stand up, your legs wobbled slightly. “fuck—i’m sorry if i was too rough.” toji would say as he examined the bruises and red marks on your body. you shrugged, “i have no issues with it, in fact, maybe we should all go for round two?”
an: quickly wrote this today with a gnarly fucking concussion so i apologize. im still editing the sukuna porn star fic, pls be patient with me lmfao.
warnings. 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, threesomes, oral [m&f rec], spit roasting, double penetration, some degradation, choking, rough sex, squirting, sharing a cigarette, spit, clit slaps. | 4.5K words of FILTH
xoxo, juno. comment & rb if you enjoyed <3 !
GOJO & GETO.
perhaps letting your two roommates take care of you after a messy breakup wasn’t a good idea—or is it? less than an hour ago, you’d come home sobbing, cheeks wet with tears and eyes puffy.
satoru and suguru had pulled you into a tight hug, internally thankful you’d broken things off with that asshole (they’d hated when he would come around) but also sympathetic towards you. it was a tough choice, which was then promptly celebrated over margaritas and shots on the couch. one thing led to another, and before you knew it, you were pressed flush against suguru’s strong chest, body sweltering with need hotter than a fire.
“s-sugu, i don’t think you can both fit inside.”
“not with that attitude, sweetheart,” suguru murmurs, hands settling on your hips as he places a small kiss to your cheek. “come now, anything’s possible if you believe in it.”
“bleh, you sound like confucius,” satoru fake gags dramatically, lining his cock up with his best friend’s. their sticky tips prod at your folds, and your heart races faster, rattling around in your ribcage so loudly you can hear it in your ears. although you’re a little nervous, the alcohol you’ve had helps to take the edge away; you impatiently wiggle your hips forward.
“i’m sorry . . ? do you even know who confucius is?” suguru asks incredulously, flicking his bangs to the side with a jerk of his head.
“i’ve seen you read enough of—”
“don’t do this right now,” you plead, voice whiny. “just fuck me already.”
“now, honey. you’ll have plenty of time to slut yourself out for us, don’t you worry.”
“nah, she’s right,” satoru quips, wrapping his hand around their cocks. suguru inhales sharply, unintentionally jerking his hips forward for more. “you ready for us, babe?”
you nod weakly, and the three of you moan in unison as satoru pushes their cocks inside you. it’s slow at first, but the stretch is one that you’ll remember for a lifetime—the burn of being split open on two cocks melts into something euphoric as each inch passes your entrance. satoru groans hungrily, his head falling back. snowy tufts of hair obscure his diamond blue eyes that he tightly squeezes shut, and a huff of breath leaves his lips.
suguru kisses your jaw, fingers trailing along the slopes of your body before finally sweeping over the delicate skin of your throat. you breath hitches when he whispers into your ear: “we’d always hear you begging to be choked harder. don’t you remember that, satoru?”
“hngh, yeah,” he swallows hard at the memory—he and his best friend always heard everything through those paper thin walls. they’d heard your dissatisfaction and vowed to satiate you someday. “and you’d always be going deeper, deeper!”
your cheeks burn with embarrassment. had your roommates really heard everything? how did they face you so easily in the morning after being kept awake each night?
“we’ll give you everything, sweetheart.”
suguru squeezes your throat experimentally, and the corners of his lips lift when you release a moan you’d been holding back for far too long. he and his best friend slowly start to move, rocking their hips into you and developing a smooth tempo.
“both of you are so fucking big,” you mewl, back bowing off of suguru’s chest. they’re filling you up and stretching you out and just as you think it can’t get any better, satoru’s nimble fingers wander to your clit. he curiously toys with it, eyes darkening lustfully once you react how he’d been hoping you would.
“perfect size just for you,” suguru coos, yanking you down by the throat. “satoru, spank her a little.”
he obliges, reading his best friend’s mind easily—a stinging slap lands on your clit, sending prickling shocks of pleasure through your body. the tips of their cocks kiss your cervix, pushing so deep you can’t seem to breathe. satoru gifts your swollen, sensitive clit with slap after slap; the force behind each one only increases until you’re crying freely.
but you’re not begging him to stop, you’re begging him for more.
“god, i always knew you were a fucking slut,” satoru chokes out, pausing to lick some of your slick off his palm. your stomach flips around at the simple action, something hot flashing through you when he closes his eyes momentarily and savors the taste. “finally . . got you to myself.”
then he looks at suguru, who rolls his eyes. “well, for the most part.”
“no need to sound so excited,” he deadpans, huffing beneath you. “as if you’d fuck any better than that damn ex boyfriend.”
satoru scoffs in disbelief, slapping your clit with renewed strength. his hips are still moving, still burying his cock and suguru’s inside you deeper. they’ve got you entirely stuffed—maybe this would be better than some turkey on thanksgiving. your clit throbs with each punishing slap, but your eyes still roll back each time. while they bicker, your oxygen deprived brain spins with arousal and tipsiness. you shudder, going still and barely even managing to warn them of what’s about to happen.
“fuck, i’m gonna—‘m cumming,” you sob, sounding fragile just before you’re about to break. flashes of heat chase their way through you, until they finally explode out of you, in the form of a soaking orgasm. out of patterned habit, satoru’s palm smacks your puffy clit, which only prolongs your intoxicating high further. the intense contractions inadvertently push their cocks a few inches out of you, and your cum splashes on their skin, eliciting pleased groans from them both.
“baby, did you just—”
“she did, satoru,” suguru confirms, biting back a moan.
“i don’t even—i don’t know what happened,” you pant, hissing when someone’s tip bumps against your twitching clit.
“‘s called squirting,” satoru supplies, entranced as he stares at your messy cunt. a mixture of slick and cum coats your inner thighs, and he can’t help but swipe a finger across your skin and then stick it into his mouth. he releases it with a pop, and eyes suguru knowingly.
his voice is now raspy, thick with desire. “let’s make it happen again, sweetheart. we can take turns, of course. but my face comes before satoru’s.”
NANAMI & HIGURUMA.
the smooth oak wood surface of higuruma’s desk is littered with papers hastily swept to the side, and the fabric of your skirt fans out over a few of them. pens and other stationary supplies are forgotten on the floor, along with your now wrinkled blouse.
“h-holy shit—‘romi, right there! just like that.”
“one can only hope that this’ll be enough luck to carry us through the trial,” higuruma grunts, nails digging crescent shaped indents into the fat of your ass. he’s gripping you tightly, chest heaving rapidly as he vigorously fucks his cock deeper.
“ah, hiromi,” nanami huffs, pushing a few stray hairs away from his forehead. they’d escaped their neatly gelled place on his head when the three of you had rushed into higuruma’s office to discuss the final procedures before your trial. “don’t be a downer . . . this is more than lucky. we’ll win, of course.”
you sob, clawing at higuruma’s shoulders. he’d discarded his suit jacket long ago, carefully folded it on one of his bookshelves so as not to ruin the cuffs and smoothness of the fabric. now, he’s rolled the sleeves of his white shirt all the way up to his elbows, and his loosened black tie swings in your face with each of his thrusts.
“wait, hiromi,” your clammy hand pushes against his stomach insistently, “s-slow down, it’s too much, i—”
higuruma looks toward nanami for instruction, and the latter simply pauses stroking his cock. he stands, pushing back the spinning chair he’d been sitting on, and steps toward the edge of the desk. a sheen of sweat covers your forehead and disrupts the smoothness of your makeup, but nanami doesn’t take much pity on you—instead, he lightly slaps your cheek.
“need me to show you too much, angel?” his voice is low and dark, words laced with a throaty rasp that has your pussy squeezing higuruma’s cock. nanami’s eyebrow raises as he pushes your thighs apart to take a look at the mess between them.
“seems to me like she wants you to,” higuruma nods toward your pussy, then loosens his tie and collar further. “after my turn, of course.”
nanami grunts in agreement, settling on the edge of the desk beside your head instead of the chair. the desk creaks weakly from the newly added weight, and for a moment the idea of it collapsing beneath the three of you crosses your mind. higuruma snaps his hips forward, unconsciously licking the sweat away from his upper lip when he starts up.
your hand lamely pushes against his stomach again, but he shakes his head and nanami reacts immediately, intertwining his fingers with yours and slamming your hand down on the wood. whimpers leave your lips and the air is punched out of your lungs with each of higuruma’s strong thrusts; he’s so deep you can practically feel him in your chest.
“ken, i need—my clit,” you gasp, back bowing off the desk fruitlessly. your hips twist and jerk away from higuruma’s cock, for fear of being split open. “touch my clit, i need to cum—”
nanami slaps your cheek again, and your eyes roll back at the penalizing sting. “hiromi, you hear that? she wants to cum.” he mocks your words, then turns back to you, hazel eyes burning holes into your own. “and how do good girls ask to cum, baby? certainly not the way you just did.”
“‘m sorry,” you mewl, and higuruma slaps your clit and makes you shudder. “p-please, i wanna cum for you—i’ve been a good girl!”
“hm, hiromi? you think she’s been a good girl?”
you look up at higuruma pleadingly, tears gathered in your lashes and sparkling in the light. you’ve got that blissed out and dumb look on your face, completely at peace with being thrown around and shared between them.
“sluts take it,” he groans, teeth sinking into his lower lip hard. he yanks your body closer, further bullying his cock inside you. “‘nd you’ve been running from me—isn’t that right, babygirl?”
nanami clicks his tongue, and pinches one of your hardened nipples between his fingers. he looks down at you nicely, cheeks pink and hair mussed.
“maybe i’ll let you cum when it’s my turn,” he huffs, a small smile playing on his lips when you weakly moan his name as if he’ll give you permission. “for now, you’ll have to beg. now, go on and open wide, baby.”
the moment your lips part, nanami spits onto your tongue; he watches you expectantly and nodding in acceptance when you swallow, drunk on the taste of his peppermint gum.
“that’s right,” higuruma backs him up, looking down his nose at you expectantly. “speak now or forever hold your orgasm, sweetheart.”
TOJI & SHIU.
“so, princess, still up for lunch later?” shiu grunts around a chuckle, passing the lit cigarette to toji. the latter accepts it with a scoff, rolling his jade green eyes as he sticks it between his lips.
“yes,” you and toji answer at the same time, but your voice is muffled on shiu’s cock.
toji gifts your ass with a slap and exhales the smoke, handing the cigarette back to shiu with a glare. his once stagnant hips begin to move again, almost as if he’s rejuvenated from his little smoke break. shiu only laughs, cupping the crown of your head in order to ease his cock further down your throat.
“i’m surprised you’ve got the money for that, toji,” shiu teases, exhaling sharply when the tip of his cock bumps into your uvula and makes you gag. your throat constricts around his length and you let out a muffled whine in reaction to the stretch.
“you crazy or sum’n?” toji snaps, choosing to argue with his best friend while he’s balls deep inside you. his harsh thrusts make your pussy squelch, and shiu’s cum from earlier spills out onto the bedsheets below. “of course i’ve got the fuckin’ money for lunch, but you’re gonna be the one paying, dumbass.”
his fingers find your swollen clit and he pinches it, making you gasp around shiu’s cock. you choke, gagging so hard tears pool in your eyes—shiu strokes your head comfortingly as you pull off his cock, coughing hard.
“you okay, babygirl?” and he looks at toji disapprovingly, but he only continues to fuck you. the blunt head of his cock kisses your cervix lightly with each thrust, and when he feels like he’s not going deep enough, he lifts your hips to pull you back. “toji, that was mean.”
“mean . . ? shiu, my girl can fuckin’ handle it. ain’t that right, baby?” he looks to you for confirmation, quirking a brow while the scarred corner of his lip curves into a smirk.
this whole mess had started when you’d spent a night in with toji, watching movies and taking shots every now and then. you’d gotten drunk, swaying on your feet and giggling as you’d pointed to the tv screen dazedly.
“oh, toji, look! that guy looks like shiu!”
he could see the resemblance, and grunted, “damn, he does. ugly just like him too.”
“shiu isn’t ugly!” you jumped up drunkenly to defend his best friend’s appearance, waving your arms around dramatically. “he’s very good looking, actually.”
“oh, really? he doesn’t have any muscle, though.”
“toji, don’t be silly,” you laughed at your boyfriend, “‘course he does, it’s just under all those clothes of his. if he took ‘em off, you’d know what i mean!”
“so you got a crush on shiu?” toji asked in disbelief, his cheeks flaring a deeper pink as he took another vodka shot. “aw, i should let him know.”
one thing led to another, and shiu had come over for breakfast. then your little crush had gotten out, and a bet was placed—who could fuck you better? the condition for the loser was then set in place: whoever lost would buy lunch for the three of you without question.
“y-yeah, toji,” you mumble, forehead pressing into shiu’s pelvis weakly. he’d been the first to fuck you, and now it’s toji’s turn with your pussy—you’re sure you won’t walk smoothly ever again.
“can’t hear you,” toji taunts, lifting your hips and yanking you back onto his cock. the new angle forces him deeper, stretching your cunt out even further. “wanna repeat that for me, doll?”
“ngh, f-fuck,” you moan, eyes rolling back. his cock slams into that sweet, sensitive spot that’s deep inside you, and the tears that had been building in your eyes finally pour down your cheeks. the mascara and eye makeup you’d worn for the breakfast smears against shiu’s skin and makes messy tracks down your face. he curiously slips a finger beneath your chin to make you look up at him.
“aw, baby. i really can’t wait to hear who fucked you better . . . my back certainly wasn’t cracking as much as his is.”
“shut it, shiu,” toji groans, savoring the broken moans that freely leave your lips—gasping ah’s and whines that you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. “hand me the fuckin’ cig.”
shiu obliges, chuckling softly when he notices you pawing around his thighs in search of his cock. you whimper when you finally get his tip back in your mouth (with his guidance), slowly taking him in inch by inch. he groans, tossing his head back when he finally bumps into the back of your throat.
“m-mind if i fuck your mouth, doll face?” he asks, thighs twitching expectantly. a vein in toji’s forehead bulges at the way he steals his pet name for you.
you shake your head shyly, blinking slowly while toji fucks every single thought out of your head. he’s deliberately holding himself back so you’ll go dumb on his cock, unable to scream anything but his name. yes, this is how he’ll show shiu who can fuck—show him that you’re his girl, his doll face.
tendrils of smoke waft over your break before dissipating in the air as if they were never there. you shudder as toji’s fingers reach your clit, rubbing sloppy circles on the sensitive nub even though your hips rear away. you still haven’t recovered from the overstimulation shiu caused with both his tongue and fingers, but that’s okay. he’ll have you cumming on his cock regardless.
with a deep groan, shiu cups the back of your head to keep you steady, and he shoves his hips forward, his cock slamming far down your throat. you gag, but he’s merciless—doesn’t give you more than a second to breathe before he’s at it again, setting a brutal pace that matches toji’s.
“ugh, fuck—want ya to cum on this cock for me, doll,” he groans, starting to slap his fingers against your clit. your legs kick out in reaction, and you hump your hips back against his hand. toji’s fucked you so hard you can’t even feel shiu’s cum dripping out of you anymore; he’s seconds away from replacing it with his own thick load and having you hold it inside you during lunch.
you nod dumbly on shiu’s cock, starting to sob louder as your own orgasm hurtles toward you. the high is absolutely inescapable, and your watery eyes meet shiu’s when you tip your head up. to the best of his abilities, he’s sweetly talking you through it, his words jumbled although you manage to hear a few clearly.
“how ‘bout we all cum together?” he suggests, wiping a stray tear from your face with the pad of his thumb as if he wasn’t the one that caused it.
“whatever, just as long she does first,” toji warns, his husky voice carrying a tenderness that only you can hear. “got that, shiu?”
like a cheshire cat, he smiles in response, sticking the worn down cigarette between his lips. he takes a drag and thrusts as deeply as he can go before holding your head down at his pelvis. you can hear his quiet moan beneath the clapping of skin against skin and all the other noise; his cock shoots ribbons of white down your throat and he shudders when you swallow it all eagerly, looking up at him for more.
toji throbs against your cervix, and he grabs your asscheek in one of his hands to tug and slap at. “‘m gonna cum, shit . . . wouldn’t ever wanna cum outside of this pretty pussy.”
his fingers work your clit until you’re arching your back and crying out, gushing on toji’s cock with no end in sight. wetness sprays against his pelvis and abs, and he groans, fucking you through it.
“such a mess, doll,” he groans, slipping a hand around your throat and pulling you off shiu’s cock. he instead pins you against his muscular chest, looking over your shoulder through hooded eyes at shiu, who hasn’t gone soft yet. “fuckin’ love it, though.”
toji places a few wet kisses to your neck, moving close to your ear. “so, doll face? where’s lunch gonna be? shiu’s treat, of course.”
YUKI & CHOSO.
“c’mon, you don’t really plan to just sit and watch us, do you?” yuki pushes her blonde bangs away from her forehead with an enchanting smile playing on her lips. she playfully tilts her head to the side, eyeing choso and his seated form.
“well, i . . . you said you’d teach me,” he offers lamely, his reddened cheeks only darkening. he catches your eyes on him too and awkwardly crosses his legs, trying to hide the tent in his pants.
when you’d finally had enough of your boyfriend’s ineducable inexperience, you’d decided to bite the bullet and ask your best friend. yuki had been receptive from the start, her eyes gleaming while you’d explained the situation to a willing choso.
“oh, you won’t learn anything from over there,” she laughs, waving him over to the empty space beside her on the bed. “y’know, sex is pretty hands on.”
choso settles beside her, and the bedframe creaks as it accommodates the new weight. his fingers are trembling as they brush over the tender skin of your inner thighs, and his eyes widen when they come close to your dripping pussy. slick is smeared all over your skin and shining in the low light, utterly enticing to the both of them.
yuki spreads your legs further, and you draw in a sharp breath, lower lip slipping between your teeth.
“come closer,” she coos, pointing at your clit with a smirk. “that’s her clit . . . ‘s the secret to the female orgasm, choso. go on, give her a lick.”
without question, choso adjusts himself so he’s on his stomach, and he experimentally licks your clit. his silky tongue is flexed and nervous, dipping down further to taste the wetness trickling from your slit.
“f-fuck, choso,” you cry, insides lurching deliciously at the feeling. one look at yuki—her cheeks are colored pink, tongue unconsciously darting out occasionally to sweep over her lower lip—and another at choso, whose movements are gradually becoming more insistent, has a sweltering heat coiling deep in your stomach.
your hips jerk forward, pelvic bone nearly nailing him in the bridge of his nose, and choso’s head rears back in concern. “‘m sorry, are you—”
“our girl’s loving it,” yuki hisses, not even missing a beat as she cups the crown of his head, manicured nails digging into your boyfriend’s scalp as she forces his head back down. he doesn’t resist, letting out a muffled moan when his face lands directly in your pussy. slick smears across the lower half of his face and he feels the saliva pool on his tongue from how hungry he is.
choso’s nose bumps into your swollen clit, and a pitched whine tears from your throat. “need—i need more, please,” yuki settles onto her stomach beside choso, palm leaving his head. her fingers impatiently push past his chin, stroking lightly against your dripping pussy, and she quietly moans in delight.
you watch slack jawed as yuki pushes her fingers into her mouth, and her eyes squeeze shut. her hips grind against the bed, sheets rustling softly beneath her body. choso’s too caught up to notice, dark strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.
“cho—ah, shit—use your fingers, baby.”
your boyfriend obliges obediently, carefully pushing his fingers inside you and tugging back to let yuki take over with her mouth.
that heat inside you ignites into an inferno the second her mouth finds your clit. her lips lightly wrap around it and her tongue sweeps over the swollen bud; to tease you a little further, she lets her teeth occasionally nibble at it.
“this what you wanted?” choso pants, voice lilting curiously as his eyes rake over your body. he’s always been rather shameless when it comes to looking you over, but after this, he’ll finally be able to back it up with a hundred percent. the heave of your chest and parting of your bitten lips is enough of an answer, but he wants to hear it from you. his fingers curl inside you, pressing into a spot that scratches the unbearable itch in your brain perfectly.
“y-yes, cho!” and you’ve got stars in your eyes, feeling an unfamiliar pressure straining in your lower abdomen. “wanna—wanna cum on your face, please.”
“you heard her,” yuki quirks a brow, thumb working your clit in place of her tongue. she’s got a wildness in her eyes, with the lower half of her face sticky like choso’s. “let’s make our pretty girl cum together, hm?”
choso flushes all the way to his neck but nods, his two fingers pushing deeply over and over. a small sting accommodates the stretch, but is quickly forgotten when their faces push against one another’s in their rush for a taste. your slick is sweet like ambrosia, and they’re far too greedy to take turns with your cunt.
your clammy fingers push into yuki’s flowing tresses, while your other hand cups the crown of choso’s head and pushes him impossibly closer. her moans are softer than his as she finds your clit again, licking desperately, almost as if she’s begging you to cum.
meanwhile, choso places a hand above your pelvic bone, palm pressing into the soft skin—you’d mentioned that fingering wasn’t fingering without that small detail and he hasn’t forgotten it since—and it’s becoming difficult to breathe without panting. whiny moans fill the spaces in between your babbled words of bliss, and yuki knows that she won’t be able to get enough of you once this is over.
“ooh, fuck,” you sob, nearly choking on your words when your back uncontrollably arches off the bed. your fingers tighten in her hair and your nails scratch against choso’s scalp, making a mess of his once neatly tied buns. “yuki, ‘m so close, can’t hold it—”
she’d known what had been coming the moment you’d asked for choso’s fingers. she’s unable to stop herself from smiling against your clit, and choso’s tongue bumps into her own as he fights for a piece of you too. he’d initially been all for this so he could learn how to make you tick, what you really meant when you’d beg for his mouth.
his skin is hot as it pushes against hers, their cheeks puffing up a little as they fight for dominance over your clit. they’re shaking their heads all too much, and choso’s grunting while yuki does too, sending vibrations through your already sensitive clit. that pressure burns through your body, and your legs begin to tremble on either side of them as it grows more intense.
“hmph—cum for us, pretty girl.”
similarly, choso tugs away for a moment and lets out a huff, pressing down hard while his fingertips push into your sweet spot, “let us taste it, baby.”
their simple words do the trick, and with a gasp, your pussy begins to gush waterfalls right onto their faces. yuki eagerly slurps up the slick and cum from your cunt, with no regard for the way it’s still fluttering sensitively. choso barely gets a taste, only getting the tip of his tongue wet, and he pulls back with an annoyed scoff.
“yuki, that’s—”
“y-yuki!” you interrupt, voice breaking as you pathetically try to writhe away from her. with choso sitting back, she’s able to grab you by the hips and drag you close, insistently licking you through the dizzying high. “‘s too much, wait—choso!”
“yuki,” he scolds with a shake of his head, but makes no move to pull her away. honestly, if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to. “that’s no fair, i didn’t even get a taste. and she’s my girl.” choso’s words are pointed and a little whiny, and yuki just rolls her eyes.
“then come here ‘n try again. just look at her, she’s dying for more . . aren’t ya, pretty?”
