AAAAA CLAWING AT MY WALLS THIS IS SO ARGGG

AAAAA CLAWING AT MY WALLS THIS IS SO ARGGG ♡♡

MINORS DNI-FEM!READER, brief smut(p in v, spank) fluff. Words 839

You married Shiu Kong the day before Valentine's Day on a brisk February evening in the quaint yet elegant Italian restaurant he took you to on your first date. The whole restaurant was booked for the special occasion, backdrop dimly illuminated by candelight as you pledged your love to one another in front of a roaring hearth with an intimate guest list of only your closest and dearest loved ones. 

He wore a white tux and your wedding dress was satin with matching gloves and bow that sat below the small of your back atop the silky train that glided over the black and white marbled floors. You wore pearl earrings with gold embossed edges, carrying soft pink roses and baby's breath. 

"Where are you taking me, Shiu, darling?" You asked as your new husband draped his jacket around your shoulders after extinguishing an emerald cigar. 

"Somewhere special, doll face, just you wait."

He guides you to the awaiting car the valet parked in front, the engine purring whitened smoke onto the frozen streets as your breath hung in the air. 

He helps you into the passenger seat, minding your dress and making sure you don't fall, white boxes of wedding presents with black ribbons and handwritten cards overfilling the backseat. 

He drives you just out of the city and into a quiet neighborhood to a charming Victorian house at the end of a private drive. It's white with black shutters and a large wraparound porch, surrounded by cherry blossom trees shrouded in February snow. 

"It's absolutely gorgeous." You smile and take your husband's hand and he sweeps you into a bridal style carry just before you can cross the threshold. 

"What kind of man am I if I don't get Mrs. Kong to her honeymoon properly?" 

"You're so sweet, Shiu." 

"It's only tradition, doll." 

You spend the evening talking, eating the cheese & wine you brought home from the reception, making love after a warm bath and he left lots of love marks on your inner thighs. 

The next day is Valentine's Day & you spent the whole day in bed, slow, loving on each other. Taking back time that escaped you both for so long for when he'd be away at work. 

Your honeymoon is far from spectacular, but the warmth of enjoying one another at last without interruption made it paradise. 

"I never want to leave..." You whisper to him as you laid bare together in the dark. The faint indigo of outside drew a shadow on the windowsill, already dusted with the steadfast beginnings of silent snowfall. 

Shiu studies the window before he looks down at you, a smile tugging at his lips as you trace the tattoo on his shoulder. 

"What if I told you we weren't leaving, doll?" 

You look at him curiously, your chin balanced on his chest and he smirks as he pauses for a moment to lean over and extinguish the cigarette he held between his fingers and breathe out a final puff of smoke, smug with the element of pleasant surprise he was harboring. The best wedding gift of all. 

"Wha...?" 

"This is our home." He smiles. "When I brought you here, I really brought you to where we'd start our life together, doll. Happy Valentine's Day." 

"Shiu..." You kiss him deeply with watery eyes. "Stop....no. No...oh my God, thank you, thank you, thank you, baby...." 

"Are ya happy, Mrs. Kong...?" He asks softly with closed eyes, his warm mouth opens against yours. 

"The happiest..." You groan as his lips find your pulse. "...I  could ever feel." Your fingers lock slowly around his cock and he sucks in air sharply between his teeth. 

"Get up here..." He whispers as he pulls you into his lap. You giggle as he sucks your left tit into his mouth and he gives your ass a playful smack. 

His eyes of simmering walnut seemed to darken even more as he gazed up at you hovering above him, emblematic of how he truly viewed you: his queen, his angel. His hands roam from your ass, to your thighs, and back, guiding you dangerously over his growing cock. 

"Why don't ya prove it, doll?" He taunts as he leans back. He breathes out as you turn around, throwing your head back as you straddle him in reverse cowgirl. 

"I will, Mr. Kong..." And you did as your bodies connected, heat of desire overtaking his entire body as he slid slowly back inside of you. The euphoric, wet friction from his love he buried inside you earlier quickly dissolving the initial stretch and awakening that feeling, so damn warm and addicting. He moans your name and his finger finds your silky clit, forcing you to see heaven as you begin the slow rise and fall of your hips with his cock nestled snugly inside you. 

Gasps and sighs and his name falling out of your mouth over and over again in sinful melody as you slowly made love in the dark in your newly christened home.

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@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe

ok im so so so sappy rn and imagining first looks at your wedding with toji. when just you, your almost husband, and the photographer meet up to see each other for the first time together, in private, before the ceremony. you have your backs to each other, and the second you both turn around, toji is, for once in his life, speechless - save for the loud gasp he can’t help but let out.

his eyes are wide and pupils blown as he takes in your absolutely stunning outfit, whether that be a dress or tux, perfect makeup if you’re wearing it, and expertly styled hair. he of course looks stunning too, and you’re glad you opted for waterproof mascara because tears immediately spring to your eyes. you’ve gone to formal events before which he’s dressed up for, but you’ve never seen him like this. in a perfectly tailored suit with slicked back hair, a foreign but welcome juxtaposition to his usual mop of hair, and a little flower tucked into his suit pocket.

“you- i- i-” he stutters, at a complete loss for words as tears gather at the corners of his eyes.

“you look- wow,” you giggle, unable to stop the tears from streaming down your face.

toji grins, wiping at his eyes before he does the only thing he can think to do, and that’s gather you into a crushing hug before planting a deep kiss to your lips. of course, the photographer captures every second.

it hits you just how truly, madly, deeply you’re in love with this man, and how forever will never be long enough to spend with him.

Toji… blah blah blah blah blah.. SHIU KONG LADIES AND GENTLEMEN SHIU KONG!!!!

HELLO HES SO FINE AND UNBELIEVABLY UNDERRATED??? SLEAZY LOOKING ASS SMIRK

ok thanks for coming to my TED talk 😘😘😘

SUB SHIU MY DARLING ♡♡

Shiu Kong x Reader

cw: sub!Shiu, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, established relationship // wc: 1187 // [ao3] // an: this is the first of my Pathetic!JJKmen series, thank you to all who fed my delusions in this poll 🤭

Shiu clutched his phone in a white-knuckle grip, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “Baby, you’re cruel.” 

Your breathing hitched as your hands dipped lower, curling a finger into yourself as you listened to him whine. “I know, I know,” you sighed. “But you love it, don’t you?”

His groan crackled through your speakers. “Fuck yes, love it when you’re mean to me…” You heard the faint sounds of skin on skin as he fisted himself to the sound of your voice.

You let out a gasp as you stroke yourself, letting him hear it along with the swish of your sheets as you squirm in pleasure. His heartbeat quickened, his mind racing with every variation of mental image he could conjure to fit the faint sounds you were allowing him to hear.

He was away for work so often, and though you did your best to grin and bear it, sometimes you just had to show him how much you missed him. Just had to make him listen to the sound of you coming undone, all by yourself, while he listened helplessly from whatever hotel room he was stuck in. 

“If only you were h-here…” you huff out, grinding down against your fingers, circling your clit ruthlessly as you chase your high. “But you’re so far away, don’t even care about me…”

Shiu closes his eyes, heat rushing to his cheeks. “Baby, you know I wanna be there. You know that, right?” He’s pleading, gravel-voice cracking as his hand speeds up, his cock flushed and aching at the lack of you. “You’re killing me, babydoll. S’not fair…”

You pout alone in your room, hoping he hears it. “What’s not fair is you leaving me here, all alone, forced to get off all by myself…”

He’s rapidly losing what’s left of his self-control, sure you can hear his heartbeat through the phone. “Princess, if I was there right now…” He moans raggedly, working himself furiously, wishing it was your tight heat enveloping him instead of his calloused palm.

“What would you do?” You ask, desperate to know, desperate to make him tell you.

“I’d kiss you senseless. I’d take your breath away, make you forget your name, I’d worship that perfect pussy, make sure you felt how crazy you make me, goddamn…”

“Mmmm, I don’t know if you would. Sounds to me like work is more important, hmm?” You tease yourself, putting the perfect amount of pressure on your swollen clit, imagining it’s his fingers, his tongue.

“N-no, baby, fuck no, you know I had to go on this trip, c’mon, don’t do this to me,” he whimpers out. Such a delicious, needy sound. You can see the flush on his stubbled cheeks, the sweat on his hairline as he arches into his own touch. 

“Spit on it,” you whisper.

“What?” 

“You heard me. Spit on it. Wanna hear how messy you are for me,” you say softly, knowing the words will send him spiraling. You hear him swallow and the sound of him shifting nervously.

“Yeah? That’s what you want, princess?”

“Mhmm.” You wait.

You hear him suck in a breath, then the unmistakable sound of him spitting on his own cock. It’s dirty, it’s degrading, and it makes you throb, from the obedience even more than from the wet plaps of him thrusting hard into his spit-soaked hand. 

“Good boy, Shiu,” you purr, and he moans louder, chest heaving as he gasps. He’s burning up, sweat pooling at the back of his neck and behind his knees.

“Miss you so bad, baby, miss you so bad it hurts, never gonna leave you again, gonna quit my job,” he babbles, head falling back as he chases his high.

“Don’t you dare come until I do,” you warn, adding moans of your own to his chorus as you circle your clit faster, harder, tracing the frantic patterns that never fail to get you off.

“I won’t,” he answers instantly, and you love that he knows his place.

“You’re so naughty, baby,” you coo. “All hot and desperate just from my pretty voice, huh?”

“Yes, yes, you sound incredible, you know what it does to me,” he almost sobs, using all his strength to hold himself back, to wait for you.

You reach for the vibrator on your nightstand and flick it on, holding it against your clit with an overstimulated shudder. “Keep talking,” you pant, closing your eyes as you near your peak. 

“Princess, I’ll do anything you say,” Shiu sighs, the slick glide of his fist slowing as he focuses on you. “I’m yours, is that what you wanna hear? I’m yours, always have been, always will be, you’re everything to me baby,” he murmurs.

“Mmmmngh too…sweet,” you grit out, grinding down hard against the toy in your hand. 

He’s stunned to silence for a moment, a blush creeping up his neck as he continues in a lower voice, “Too sweet, hm? I get it, you want me to say something filthy, something to show you how bad I wish it was me between your legs instead of that stupid little toy. You’re killing me, princess.” Another ragged breath. “I’m your slut, yeah? You’ve got me jerking off like some teenager in this goddamn hotel, getting off to the sound of your breathing as you fuck yourself…” 

Your thighs tense, trembling as you get closer, as you hear Shiu confess to you.

“...and I love it. I love being your slut, love when you torture me over the goddamn phone. If I were there I’d show you, get on my knees and drown in you, wouldn’t waste a drop…” He pumps his fist faster again, desperate to get off, drunk on the image of you and the mewling, gasping sounds that spill from his phone. “Fuck baby, please, I’m so close…”

You imagine the angry flush of his cock, the precome dribbling from the swollen tip, the throb of it, rock-solid in his hand. “Shiuuuu,” you moan, your orgasm rushing over you, brutal and intense. You clench the sheets in your hands, muffling your moans into your pillow, your phone close enough to capture everything and send it to your desperate lover.

Shiu recognizes the sound of your release, and gratefully, mercifully, thrusts up into his fist with your name on his lips. He comes hard, thick ropes of creamy white come that mix with the spit already coating his length. He shudders as he goes limp. “Baby, you kill me,” he groans.

You shed the dominant persona as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm, nothing left but the ache of being by yourself in the too-big bed. “I miss you, Shiu,” you whisper, vulnerable in the aftermath. 

“I miss you too, princess. I’ll be home soon,” he says softly.

“Be careful, okay?”

“I always am.”

“Can you stay on the phone tonight?”

“I always do.” You hear the warm smile in his voice. The crackle of static connects you as you both get comfortable in your separate rooms, drawn to sleep by the slow, steady sigh of each others’ breathing.

SO SUPER DUPER ADORABLE! ♡♡

the aquarium༄˚๑ ˖˚

Synopsis: One quiet afternoon, fate brings you, a mysterious widow, across Shiu Kong's path at the aquarium.

Words:775

CW:xFem!reader, fluff and smoking and an ankle injury, that's it really

A wispy plume of blackened smoke trails upward, hanging in midair before a proceeding exhale from its creator allows it to dissapate completely. 

Shiu stares pensively, thoughtfully at the slow moving school of tropical fish, shimmers of broken refracted light casting an inviting glow marked with teal from the aquarium around his sharp features.

He is alone, seeking temporary solace in his reliable haven of one of Tokyo's miraculously less busier aquariums, perhaps due to the fact that he was here during peak business hours, when most couldn't be ripped away from their desk cubicles. But, for him, an exception needed to be made on this quiet Wednesday afternoon. 

Outward pressure from clients and being the shot messenger one times too many causes him to give into the need to retreat to the simplicity of a cigarette and the slow moving tranquility of sea life. Submerged peacefully in a glass portal. Worries that melted away, subsiding back to the awaiting world outside in unconscious ritual as he inhaled and promptly exhaled the bitter clouds. 

The click of a mystery woman's high heels behind him jerk him out of his bubble, quickly extinguishing the flame but allowing the wrinkled cigarette to fall to the ground completely in a hasty pile of ash when he heard the distressed sound of your yelp, only coming down onto your rolled ankle with a pained cry.

"Easy, miss!" He engages in a brief tussle with the unfortunate victim unaware of the wet floor sign propped in the middle of the exhibit. 

He locks eyes with her, and he is startled to discover the owner is exceedingly striking. 

You're clad in black from head to toe, a black sweater over a black dress that hit you mid thigh with now slightly torn pantyhose from your unlucky spill. Your inviting lips in a pout and eyes that gripped him immediately with an innate desire to intricately know the thoughts that brewed behind them. 

"You okay, dollface?" He asks gently. 

"Fine." You retort, trying to dispell the obvious look of pain on your face. 

"Let's get you patched up."

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And that is how you wound up underneath the blaring florescent lights of the hospital waiting room, engaging in broken small chatter with him as you clutched the ice pack to your battered ankle in a wheelchair. 

The warmth you experienced the last time you looked into a pair of brown eyes was one of such intensity and tenderness, you believed it could not be replicated anywhere. 

Yet here it was so clear as day before you, possessed in the new eyes of your handsome suited savior. 

The only marked difference was the playfulness, an intrigue marked with mischief you could place in his beautiful stare, in contrast to the honeyed gaze of your deceased lover before him. 

"That was quite a spill you took back there, doll. And no thanks to those tiny heels." He smiles with his lips closed, corner of his mouth tugged into a grin with an undeniable air of charm underneath his black mustache. It was almost smug, as though he could sense his effect he had on you. It left you frustrated, but undoubtedly captivated.

"Oh please." You wrinkle your nose. "They look good on me." 

"That they do, doll face. You're absolutely right about that." He leans back with his arms crossed.

"Beauty is pain, I guess." You shrug. 

"What are you doing after this? Can I call someone for you?" He offers. 

"I need to return to work." You wince. 

"Well, let me get you something to eat, for all the trouble you've been through." He prods, face pulled back into that smoulder. "Please? I don't bite." 

"I don't take offers from strange men." 

"Shiu Kong, darling. My name is Shiu." 

You pause at the abrupt retreat to his delayed formalities, but he bestows you another wide smile when your soft palm hesitantly meets his in a modest handshake, his voice lowered to an even more intimate tone. 

"I'm not so strange now, am I doll face?"

You shake him off, and at that moment the nurse comes in, with a murmured apology and polite smile to whisk you away for further examination and X-rays. 

Shiu's smile fades temporarily, but nods warmly at you, eyes not leaving yours as your head turned before the office door shut promptly behind you. 

He sighs at the missed connection, but his attention becomes drawn to a strange scribble on the back of the discarded aquarium ticket that laid on the table between you, his heart hammering in his chest when he realizes it's your phone number written in black ink.

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@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

i agree with the prev anon about shiu 😭 i just can't get bimbo reader x shiu out of my mind after that

OH MY GODD that made me froth :< // prev; alt !! f!reader; daddy kink; shiu's big horny always teehee // divider by @/plutism!!

shiu loves you so much; he loves spoiling you lots.

you're a sight for sore eyes, round and sweet, but that's not what only gets him going—you're kind to a fault, looking up at him all starry-eyed like he's not a bad man. like he's not broken and angry, and all mangled from within until it has him toying with people's moralities.

his empire stands firm from the shadows as proof of that.

you curl in his arms, so giggly and bright, almost like you're unknowing of what he does, of what he's capable of, but you've always known better than anyone else. after all, shiu trusts no one more than he trusts you.

you are so, so lovely; stoking his desires, filling him up with this miasmic need that burns from within. he aches every time, so desperate to feel you. to touch you. to have one more taste because you've turned shiu insatiable, his hunger constant, burrowing deep in the yawning of his stomach.

he wants more from you. he will always want more.

.

"daddy?" you call, pattering out of your room with a little pout. shiu's quick to drop the call, not bothering to say any goodbyes to toji, and turns all of his attention to you.

he gulps, feeling himself chub up underneath his slacks. you've got your neon green tube top on, the fabric taut as it clings to your skin. there's a little slip of cut by the front of it, and all that's keeping the fabric twined together are the little straps that converge in an 'X', framing your pretty tits in a way that has his throat constricting, his thirst palpable as it rolls off him in waves.

you don't notice of course, eyes turned to the baby blue slip of a dress you're carrying.

"hi, sweet'art," he croaks out, pulling your attention back to him, almost pleading.

you look up, blinking like you've forgotten he was there or that you were even asking for him, before a smile dances on your lips, tugging that kissable pout away.

"shiu!" you say, giddy, bouncing in your place and it—

jesus, it makes your tits wobble, your tight tube top not really doing anything to hide the fact that you don't got a bra on.

you tryna kill him or somethin', doll?

"c'mere," he grunts, patting at his lap.

you fall on top of him with a squeal, all your tender parts dimpling as you nuzzle close, humming in delight when shiu brushes his lips on your forehead. he adjusts himself on the seat, arm curling around your waist, tugging you impossibly closer.

"so what's got you into a tizzy?" shiu asks, rubbing his hand atop your belly, his cock chubbing up even more at the softness of your pudge.

"oh," you murmur, breathless, your eyes tracking his caresses. "was jus' wonderin' if i should wear this top or the blue dress, s'all."

"yeah?" shiu begins peppering kisses along the shell of your ear, huffing when you squeak, body jolting at the ticklish feeling that his stubble makes. "and y'wanted daddy's thoughts, s'that it?"

"mhmm." you sound distant. distracted.

shiu trembles, just as dizzy with his need. he wonders if he can coax you out of that outing you were planning with your friends. he wonders if he can ask you to stay because there's something else he'd rather do than pretend he can stand toji.

(maybe he'll have you kiss his cock and have you smear that lipgloss all over the leaking slit; or have you sit on his face since it's been a while since he's got a taste, and shiu is parched.

or maybe he'll have you ride him, give him a view of those pretty tits bouncing, your nipples hard and in need of being sucked on. maybe he'll make a mess out of that top, yeah? lick you through it, watch it go damp and see-through, until the green of your top is muddled with the colour of your areolas.

or maybe he'll breed you, huh darlin'? you'd want that, wouldn't you? have him fulfill his promises—make a mom out of you?)

"well, baby," shiu begins, his voice gruff as he pulls himself out of his imaginations. he kisses the slope of your neck, and breathes in the smell of your body wash. "i do love that green top—shows more of y'r girls, doesn't it?"

you giggle, almost a touch shy, before nodding. shiu's heart swells, the aching need in the pit of his stomach peaking, bloating. he can't help himself—his darling love is warm on top of him, beautiful and soft. a lesser man would've crumbled faster; pawing at your body, hand rough as it fondles your tit—

really, shiu deserves a goddamn award for how saintly he's acting; holding back like he's not leaking in his boxers.

but he remembers how excited you've been about this night out and shiu would rather fuck his fist than ever be the cause of your disappointment, so he takes a ragged breath in, leashing his desires back in the pit of his stomach, weaving it beneath his blood, and taps your hip to send you off.

you climb out of his lap with a huff before you twirl, bending forward and planting a sloppy kiss on his lip. they go away sticky, marked by your lipgloss.

"see you later, daddy," you trill, waving, before you run back to the room. shiu can only grunt, unable to trust his weakened voice.

.

driven by his deprivation, shiu fishes a lingerie out of your hamper and pockets it. he'll need it for later—the night is young.

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john’s version