ೀ ⋆.˚ 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
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.
toji “i’m not gay” fushiguro letting shiu fuck him (not in a gay way because he’s def not gay)
“fuuuuuck.” toji groans, digging his heels into the sheets where he has his knees bent. shiu’s hand around his cock is so tight, stroking him off steadily while he eats him out.
toji burries his hand in shius hair and grips the strands roughly, making shiu grunt against his ass. “fuck, so rough. this is how you say thank you for eating your ass?” he teases, kissing his thigh before sucking on his balls while teasing toji’s cockhead with his fingers.
toji sucks air in through his teeth, eyes fluttering. “don’t kiss me, and you know you like it.” he yanks on shius hair again, emphasizing his words when he grunts in pleasure, lips popping off of his balls.
“so i can burry my tongue here?” shiu says, sucking and licking against his hole, making toji buck against his face. shiu shakes his head back and forth, letting his tongue sloppily lick him down there, before he pulls back. “but i can’t kiss you?”
“it’s fucking weird, i’m not a woman.” toji grunts, slapping shius hand out of the way to jerk himself off when he goes too slow for his liking.
shiu smirks predatorily and climbs up the bed, taking his own cock in his hand while he slides himself between tojis legs. “no, you definitely aren’t.” he agrees, teasing tojis hole with the tip of his cock by rubbing it up at down.
toji bites his lip, jerking his dripping cock faster. “hurry up, don’t have all day.” he grunts, squeezing shius waist with his knees.
shiu presses the tip of his cock against his hole harder, teasing him to the tip before pulling back out. “what if i want to hear you beg?” shiu teases, nudging toji’s balls with his cock and making him groan.
“i’m not begging for your cock, i’m not gay.” toji grunts, reaching down to grip shuis thigh while undulating his hips up and down.
shiu smiles and drags his cock back to tojis asshole, finally giving him what he wants. toji groans long and low, gripping the base of his cock in an iron hold to prevent himself from cumming prematurely while he presses his lips together, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“my cock is in your ass, zenin.” shiu says, pulling out to give toji a shallow thrust. toji immediately grunts when he finds that sweet spot inside him right away.
“so?” he replies breathily, begining to stroke his cock when shiu starts pumping into him steadily.
shiu wraps his arms around tojis thick thighs, holding them to his chest before he starts to pick up the pace, balls slapping welty against tojis ass as he pounds his hole. “you said you’re not gay, but you let me put my cock in your ass.”
tojis eyes are rolling back in his head, and he grits his teeth, reaching up with one hand to pinch his sensitive nipple while stroking himself off. shiu pounds right against his prostate with each thrust, making his stomach heat. “shut the fuck up. fuck. shit, fuck that feels fucking good.”
shiu bites his lip before poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, leaning back to angle his hips upwards more. he’s rewarded by a loud grunt from toji when he pegs his prostate dead on. the slapping of his balls against tojis ass is so vulgar and aggressive, he loves it.
“feels good when a cock massages your prostate, huh?” shiu teases, watching toji act like a slut on his cock, pinching his nipples and tightening his hole like a pro.
“doesn’t- make me fucking gay, fuck!!” he borderline yells when shiu presses his legs down by his head, lifting his ass off the mattress as he starts pounding him deep.
“god, i’m in ur fucking stomach zenin. you like that doll? huh?”
his only response is tojis hand smacking against his lips to shut him up. shiu darts his tongue out and instantly is met with the taste of his salty cum. toji is still pinching his nipples, but he let his cock go to shut him up. now it’s bouncing freely against his stomach, so red and hard, almost ready to burst. shiu wants so badly to suck it down his throat and relieve his ache.
“give it to me harder, know you can do better than that, cmon.” toji grunts. shius balls throb when toji slaps his ass before digging his nails into the fat of it, still pinching his nipple so hard it looks borderline painful.
“your hole is so tight, zenin. you feelin it? cos im gonna cum.”
toji starts fucking him back harder, cock slapping well against his stomach, leaving a pool of pre on his abdomen. “you’re such a- one minute man, make me cum first. selfish- fucking-“ tojis mouth falls open in a silent moan when shiu stars pounding harder, deeper, faster.
tojis cock erupts, his balls pushing out his cum all over his torso as he orgasms handsfree. his seed shoots all over his chest, some even getting on his chin as he tips his head back and groans like his soul is leaving his body.
“oh yeah baby, fuuuck. milking my fucking cock. god you’re so sexy cumming without touching your dick. fuck!!” shiu isn’t far behind him. he presses his body weight down on toji and stills as he spills his seed inside his tight asshole, grunting when rope after rope fills him.
both men breath heavily come down from their orgasms. shius head is burried in tojis neck, and toji curses at him when shiu kisses his chest. pushing off of his body, still inside him, he teasingly thrusts his softening cock inside his ass. “think it’s gay to have an ass full of cum, zenin?”
perverted psychologist toji! x naive fem!reader x perverted uncle!shiu
cw: dark content, non-con themes, incest, dub-con, male masturbation, medical malpractice, naive reader, they’re both so mean, corruption kink, dollification, manipulation, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, toji and shiu are in their 40s)
note before reading: if you don’t like this type of content gtfo, block me and don’t comment cause yall look stupid as fuck 💋
just imagine toji as your psychologist.
you started having sessions with him because you felt confused about your uncle shiu and thought you may be crazy. he was always at your house, taking care of you since you were a baby and giving you presents every time he came to visit. you had a good relationship with him, but when you grew older and you started going to college things changed.
uncle shiu started buying you more inappropriate clothes and lingerie, telling you to model them for him, and of course you would comply because you love him so much and he seemed so happy when he brought you all this presents. you were very shy at first, wondering if this was normal behavior between uncle and niece, but he always reassured you that good uncles want to see their nieces happy and pretty, so you did nothing but listen. you always listened.
things started to be different when you were showing him the new white lingerie set he bought for you. this time instead of just admiring you he asked you to sit on his lap, doubting for a few seconds before you complied to what he said. his arm slid trough your waist as soon as your weight fell on him, while his hand patted your ass. not roughly, but soft. he said you were being such a good girl for him, that he had another present for you and asked if you would like to see. you of course nodded, nothing weird would happen right? he kissed your temple and with his free hand opened your legs, almost making you close them by instinct if it wasn’t for the fact that his grip was too strong. you shyly asked him to stop, telling him it was wrong for an uncle to touch their niece so intimately.
instead of listening to you, uncle shiu decided spread your legs wider and this time his hand found your panties. tears started rolling down your eyes, confused as to why he was doing that. you knew he was a good man, your lovely uncle, so maybe this wasn’t wrong, right?
as your mind continued to drift, shiu used his index finger to draw circles on your clothed clit, making you moan out of instinct and hide your face on his neck out of embarrassment. you tried pleading him to stop, saying this had to be wrong, but he wouldn’t stop, not even when he already made you cum. he now decided to change positions, ordering you to lay on your back in the bed and to spread your legs for him. you complied, it was uncle shiu after all and he had to know what he was doing.
“you look so pretty like this” he had told you as his hands started undoing his belt and he was now freeing his hard cock from his pants. the view intimidated you, and even if he didn’t insert his dick in you (not that day at least), you were squirming from fear, you have never seen a cock before and you had doubted they could all look that…big.
shiu decided he wouldn’t be having sex with you that day, but he for sure did fist his cock while he saw you all spread for him, covered in your own fluids while he imagined how it would feel to have a taste of your tight virgin cunt. he couldn’t wait to corrupt you, couldn’t wait to have you screaming under him while he rammed you full of his cum as you pleaded him not to do it inside. with all this dirty thoughts in mind and the more he looked at your glistening cunt, he finally came all over your stomach with a grunt.
this type of scenario occurred more times in the next few weeks, and that’s how you decided to attend mr.fushiguro’s office. you had heard he was the best psychologist in the region, and so you thought there was no one better to try and make you understand the situation, because as much as you tried to hide it. you loved the way your uncle shiu touched you, the way his cock felt when he fucked your face and how much you desired his cum to fill you up.
it turned out that psychologist toji wasn’t much better than your uncle. as you narrated all of this to him, his hand would be on his pants, trying to make his big erection go away, but it was impossible. the sound of your voice, how innocent you were, your short skirts…everything made him crazy. but nothing could compare to how horny he got when you told him how your uncle touched you, how much you cried at first but now you were confused because you felt safe on your uncle’s arms. toji was definitely a sick fuck, fisting his cock as you were telling him about the time shiu ordered you to suck him off for the first time, your eyes all teary because he got very rude that day, and oh god the way your voice cracked when you said you almost came when he slapped your face and told you to get your shit together…toji knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn’t be fucking himself as he listened how your uncle took advantage of you but oh he really wished to be on shiu’s place.
“tell me more about it sweetheart” you heard toji said mid session, you fully unaware of the way his hand was now covered in his own cum. “maybe next time your uncle should come with you, i would like to get to know him, his personality” and toji knew that was complete bullshit because he knew who shiu was, and he was definitely going to have an interesting conversation with his old friend…maybe convince him to let toji fuck you.
hope yall enjoyed this two degenerates wanting to corrupt you xoxo 💗
