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You felt the aftermath of your search attempt for a couple of days for sure and the marks were present for even longer. However, that reminder wasn’t actually the thing that halted your search. Having encountered the mess that was the storage room, you could not help but want to finish what you had started.
So, soon you were spending a whole lot of time making your way through boxes and piles of things that were best summed up by the word ‘stuff’ , figuring out what could be thrown away, what needed to be kept, and most of all simply reorganizing the entire room so you could actually find something in there or work at the bench.
In short, it had become your pet project that you pulled everyone into simply by bombarding them with questions about every little thing you encountered in that room that wasn’t yours. You could almost feel the dread coming off of the men every time you walked into the room with something in your arms. You had never seen them so happy to have a late shift and be gone from your home outside your work hours.
Though, ultimately everything comes to an end, and so did your project. Now, having such a big project and your attention focused elsewhere did not mean you had forgotten or given up on the shark plush. More like, you had hoped Bakugou and Kaminari would have forgotten that you had been searching for it.
Nothing could be less true. Even though you scared them away somewhat with all the questions, it did not mean they weren’t taking advantage of that leverage at any opportunity. Your throat must have taken the shape of dick by now, you were sure of it. And how their phones weren’t full yet from the amount of pictures you’ve sent them? You didn’t have the slightest clue.
Nevertheless, you weren’t quite as afraid of being ratted out as you had been at first. Neither were you as scared of getting caught when you finally got around to searching again. Which, in hindsight, you maybe should have been more cautious of.
There was only one place the shark plush could be and that should probably have been the very first place you looked at. However, you couldn’t change the past and you were finally ready to tackle the attic. You would succeed in the end.
Your first hurdle came with the door to the stairs that led up into the attic. Apparently, someone felt the need to lock the door. Like something like that would ever stop you... You knew where all the general and spare keys were and even without a key, you would pick your way through that lock. Lock-picking wasn’t exactly a talent you were proud of, but hey everyone had been a teen once and teens got into some really iffy shit half the time.
Lucky for you, the keys were all where they were supposed to be and no-one was home to see you grab the key you needed. The door was open in no time, and now you could really get your hands on that plush. For once, it felt like everything was going in your favor.
However, what you did not account for was the fact that searching for the shark was going to take effort and that it would end up being hard to reach on top of that.
At first glance, you couldn’t see the shark anywhere. You cursed softly to yourself; part of you had really hoped Sero would have been lazy enough to just put it in the attic and let that be it. No, he had to hide the damned thing properly. Which was, by all accounts, perfectly within reasonable expectations, yet annoyed you now more than ever.
Soon you were moving around box after box, hoping to find the shark behind every single one of them. You were about to get frustrated when you were taken by surprise, much like the last two times you had been searching. Because, what you also had not accounted for was that Kirishima could come home at any time and would be looking for you.
There was the sound of the front door slamming shut and then a call, “Babe?! Are you home?!”
You panicked for a moment. You could not answer him, making it seem like you weren’t home, and hope he wouldn’t come looking. However, if you did so, you would have to explain later and that would no doubt end up being an uncomfortable conversation. The alternative was either calling out to him and giving away what you were doing in the process, or abandoning your quest and going down to greet the redhead. The latter was probably your safest bet.
You let out a frustrated sigh and cast your eyes up to the ceiling. It was there that you finally found what you had been looking for all this time. Safely put away in a plastic bag and taped to the ceiling was the fluffy red-eyed shark plush you had yet to actually touch for yourself.
Of course the plush was plastered to the highest point of the sloped ceiling. It was simultaneously so incredibly close, yet so far away. There was no way you were going to reach it by yourself without a stepladder of some kind.
“Sweetheart?” Kirishima sounded much closer now. He was probably already upstairs or nearly there.
“Well fuck me,” you mumbled to yourself, before calling out, “Coming!”
You made your way back down, but did not get further than halfway down the stairs. Kirishima was already in the doorway. You froze mid step and sheepishly smiled at your partner.
“I’m guessing you finally found it, didn’t you?” he asked.
Uh-oh … You smiled innocently, a small nervous laugh escaping regardless. “Found what?”
Kirishima set a step or two onto the stairs and you found yourself backing up the stairs in response.
“Don’t play stupid with me, babe.” He had a very no-nonsense kind of tone, and he leveled you with a stare that usually only appeared when you were in trouble. The raise of a single eyebrow was all that was needed for you to cave.
“Ugh, fine. Yeah I found it, but I can’t reach it on my own anyway.”
The redhead hummed and continued up the stairs. Soon you were back in the attic and cornered against the wall. He leaned in close, arms caging you in on both sides. “Poor baby. How about I get it for you, hmm?”
You looked up at him in surprise. “Really?”
He smiled comfortingly and said, “Sure! It will be our little secret.”
The way your face lit up morphed his warmhearted smile into a grin with a far more predatory feel to it, revealing his shark-like teeth. You were adorably gullible sometimes, he thought.
You picked up on the change quite quickly, it would have been hard not to with the way the giant loomed over you. “Wait," your eyes narrowed in suspicion, you did not trust this situation for one bit, "what’s the catch?”
His grin widened. “Smart girl.” He pressed a feather-light kiss to your cheek and nipped at your earlobe, before pulling back enough to look you in the eyes. Then, he proceeded to tell you exactly what was on his mind.
“For weeks now, I have been thinking about your arms wrapped around that shark, holding onto it all desperate and calling out my name while I fuck your pretty little pussy.”
Heat rose up to your cheeks and warmth gathered in your abdomen. You stammered out his name, “E-Eijii…,” not sure how to react to that particular fantasy.
You wanted to look away but couldn’t tear your gaze away from his eyes that bore so intently into your own. Surprisingly, he was the one to break eye contact, nipping at your ear once more.
“So, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
His rumbling voice sent shivers down your spine and you could feel yourself getting wet. A soft moan slipped past your lips unbidden at the idea. “Fuck yes please.”
He let out a deep chuckle and teasingly bit your earlobe one more time. "Good girl."
You were left somewhat slumped against the wall, while he pulled the shark plush down from its spot on the ceiling and took it from the plastic bag.
The moment it was in your hands, you felt like the happiest person alive. It was as soft as it looked, and the glittery eyes were even prettier up close. It was also very squishy, the perfect amount of squishy to be exact. You squeezed the shark tightly and buried your face in its soft surface, relishing in the fact that you finally got your hands on it and it was everything you had wanted it to be.
Kirishima chuckled and pulled you and the shark into his arms. He started mouthing at your neck, followed by a bite which eventually turned into sucking a deep purple hickey into the sensitive skin. You inhaled sharply at the sting, arms tightening a little more around the plush. You were at once reminded of the slight need building between your legs.
He pressed a soft kiss to the abused spot. “I would almost feel jealous at the attention you’re giving that shark.” One of his hands slid towards your front and palmed your crotch, while the other squeezed a butt cheek. He chuckled at the resulting twitch of your hips and continued on, “But I know what a hungry little slut you are for my cock. Even when you’re distracted.”
He wasn’t wrong. In fact, he had managed to catch your attention and now the idea of getting fucked into a mess by his big dick while clinging onto your shark wasn’t going to leave your brain until it actually happened. You let out a whine, mind already scrambled enough to forget how to form words properly.
“So needy.” Another soft kiss and then he let go of you. You weren’t bereft of his touch for long; before you could say or do anything like begging, a hard smack left your ass stinging. “Better get that ass on a bed real fast then.”
You didn’t need longer than the milliseconds it took to understand what he was saying to start moving. Your feet thundered down the stairs, carrying you to the bedroom and you nearly flung yourself onto the bed once there.
Kirishima wasn’t far behind you, although a tad more in control. Whatever restraint he had upstairs seemed to evaporate the moment he was on the bed with you though. You went from where you had landed on your front to lying on your back in only a few seconds. You yelled out in surprise, the sound cut off by his mouth smashing onto yours.
The kiss was like being devoured. He kissed you with the intensity of a starving man who was trying to taste every single part of you. You reciprocated with the same intensity, equally riled up.
Fuck … you needed him so badly, it was maddening. If he did not pound you into the mattress within the next couple of minutes, you were going to die of neediness.
Kirishima wasn’t entirely on the same page though. Sure, he was practically ripping the clothes of your body, but he wasn’t making any moves to put his dick into you. Instead, he mouthed at every piece of skin available to him. He was licking, sucking and biting wherever he could, meanwhile his hands groped and kneaded, nails scratching along sensitive spots.
His sharp teeth sank into the soft skin of a nipple, causing you to cry out and your fingers to bury further into the soft fur of the shark you were clutching tightly above your head.
He must have liked your response, because he smiled around your nipple and soothed the skin with his warm tongue. The sensation sent shivers through your body and your hips bucked up against him.
He released your nipple with a wet sounding pop. “Look at you all needy and wanting. Can’t wait ‘till I fuck you nice and hard.”
“Then fucking do it, Eiji,” you responded more bitingly than you intended. Your impatience was showing itself.
Teeth descended viciously on your poor breast and a hand landed hard on your vulva. Another cry left your lips and your legs closed instinctively upon impact.
Kirishima sucked a bruise into your skin while his hand coaxed your legs apart. You complied, only to receive another stinging slap. This time you were better able to handle the impact and you kept your legs splayed open wide for the man. You were rewarded with fingers sliding through your labia, softly caressing your clit, followed by two fingers dipping into you. You shuddered and moaned, finally getting a hint of what you desired.
Releasing the now darkened skin, Kirishima sat up and grinned down at you. “That’s an awfully rude way to ask for whatcha want, babe. You’re lucky I want that pussy so bad. You’re gonna have to wait a bit longer though.”
You whined a pitiful sounding sorry. He had you, quite literally, in the palm of his hand and was most definitely the one calling the shots. If he decided to stop, you would be left wanting until he decided you deserved it.
Kiri pumped his fingers in and out a few more times and then pressed them to your lips with a single command, “Suck.”
You opened your mouth without hesitation to let them past your lips. You licked and sucked at his fingers, your own flavor coating your tongue. It wasn’t a new taste, but neither was it one you experienced often or as intensely as you did now. You moaned around the digits, your excitement spurred on by the act of cleaning off your own juices from his skin.
“There you go, pretty girl,” he said. His own enjoyment at hearing your moans couldn’t be any clearer.
He looked at you hungrily; he wanted to taste you like you were tasting yourself. He chased his wants, pulling his fingers away and kissing you deeply within the same breath. His tongue chased after the tang your fluids left behind. Once again, you felt like you were being devoured and you reciprocated it greedily. You wanted -no- needed more, you needed this man to devour you whole and give whatever he could give you.
Despite the mutual hunger, the kiss had to come to an end sometime. Both of you were panting heavily after he broke away, foreheads pressed together as you gazed at each other.
“Fuck,” he licked his lips, “makes me wanna have a taste for myself.”
You clawed at Kirishima’s back to pull him back in. He had lost his shirt already somewhere along the way and your nails dug red stripes into his bare shoulders.
Kiri indulged you for a small kiss but didn’t let it go much further, pulling away fully this time, though not before he pressed his still clothed hard-on against your leg.
“I’m gonna have a taste of that pretty pussy and then I’ll fuck you ‘till you cry, promise.” That you could get behind. Sadly other people or rather someone could not…
“I wouldn’t count on it happening very soon, big boy.”
Both you and Kirishima stiffened and turned your heads towards the door.
There he was, standing casually in the doorway, shoulder propped against the wood and thumbs stuck in his pockets. By all accounts, Sero appeared relaxed upon first sight, his stance the epitome of casualness. However, you recognized the steely glint in his eyes all too well and the vibe you were getting from him told you all you needed to know.
Kirishima was the first to get over the ‘shock’ of being interrupted. There was something puzzling about his response to Sero’s presence and it had most certainly to do with the soft plush lying above your head. “How long have you been watching?” he asked cautiously.
The other man crossed his arms, the air of nonchalance fading away . “Long enough to see that blatant lack of respect.”
Sero looked at you while he answered and heat rose to your cheeks. Verbal respect had become more and more of a key aspect of your play and the man knew how to hammer it home when he thought you were out of line. It may or may not be something that you intentionally used to get in trouble sometimes.
The dark haired man stepped into the room, still intently looking at you, and you averted your eyes, instead looking down at your bare torso and the various bite marks and hickeys it sported. You looked like you had been mauled by a beast rather than one of your boyfriends.
He let out a dark chuckle and made his way closer to the bed. You followed his movement through your lashes. His heavy footsteps sounded ominous. You weren’t the only one who thought so; Kirishima sat up properly, shoulders taut in a way you rarely saw in the bedroom.
Sero stopped at the foot of the bed, right behind Kirishima. For a moment, no-one said or did anything. Those few seconds had your gut full of anticipation and you were afraid to breathe and disturb the atmosphere.
Then, Sero’s left hand snaked into Kirishima’s long red hair, grabbing hold at the roots and pulling the large man’s head back and slightly sideways. His other arm snaked around the redhead's chest to pull him back all the way against him. Kirishima followed along, leaning back against the other as if he wasn’t nearly twice as broad.
Sero leaned his head down slightly and talked softly into the redhead’s ear, though loud enough for you to understand. “I would almost say you’ve grown a bit soft lately, spoiling the little brat. Then again, I saw this coming long ago already.”
Kiri didn’t answer, nor did he move a muscle. Silence reigned and tension filled the room. Sero smirked and moved to pinch a nipple and the redhead sucked in a hissy breath.
By now, you weren’t covertly looking at them but openly staring. You were mesmerized by the sight the two made. In a matter of seconds, Kirishima had lost his usual confidence and the tautness of his body had disappeared just as swiftly. Left behind was a docile and pliable man who fully trusted the other to take the lead. Sero, for his part, oozed a heart-stopping yet natural confidence.
“That’s it,” he said softly. You could hear the care in those two words, and Kirishima impossibly relaxed even further from them.
It truly was a special thing to behold. Part of you wondered whether that was what they saw every time you allowed yourself to let go completely for them.
Inevitably, the spell of viewing this intimate moment released its hold on you when Sero continued talking. His eyes bore into yours, although his words were still mostly intended for Kirishima. “You see Kiri, you really shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”
The wicked smile that now threatened to split his face spoke volumes as to what he intended for the two of you.
“The only way you’re tasting that pussy is off a cock and I am not fucking her soon.” You couldn’t quite believe your own ears for a moment. Was he insinuating Kiri would be sucking his dick? When exactly had that boundary been crossed? Your musings were cut short by his next words.
“And neither are you,” he said, while tugging on red strands of hair.
Kirishima let out a soft groan that sounded awfully close to the whine that left your own mouth. Your insides clenched with need. Sometimes you hated how not getting what you wanted would only turn you on more.
“Complaining isn’t going to get either of you out of this situation.”
True to your bratty nature, you started protesting the accusation before you had even given it any proper thought. “I wasn’t—”
“Don’t even try it, sweet cheeks,” came the sharp reply. You hadn’t thought your face could get any hotter today, but another short burst of shame inflamed your cheeks. “Sorry, sir.”
“Good. Now, Kiri here is going to be a good boy and rub his cock along that wet slit of yours and neither of you is allowed to cum.”
A feeling of dread mixed with a healthy dose of longing and anticipation churned in your stomach upon hearing those words. You were fucked and sadly only in the figurative way.
Your thoughts and feelings were plain to see on your face. They were mirrored by the redhead in front of you. A look you hadn’t experienced on his face before. It was as entrancing to witness as the earlier display. Never before had the two of you been in a position like this.
Sero let out a soft chuckle and let go of Kirishima with a slight push in your direction. “Get to work and give me a good show,” he said, while perching against the wall so he would have a full view of the bed.
Despite the newness and unexpectedness of the entire situation, there wasn’t a single amount of hesitance in the redhead’s actions. He discarded the last of his clothing in quick fluid motions.
It was only once he was hovering above you that you could see the sliver of vulnerability in his eyes. It was once again different from all the vulnerable moments he had given you over the years. It was different from the way he usually looked at you but it was no less him. You would treasure seeing this side of him as much as you treasured everything else about him.
You both smiled at each other. Smiles that were soon traded for desperation, want and need.
Kirishima sat back and positioned his dick along your genitals. His first thrusts were extremely slow and careful, as to not accidentally penetrate you. You were wet and relaxed enough for his cock to easily slide inside.
You were doing your best to stay still and not move your hips with every brush of soft skin gliding over the sensitive bud of your clitoris. It felt like one of the hardest things you had ever done.
Sero made an impatient sound and Kiri responded by increasing his speed. Every movement was still as careful though. Self-control at its finest.
It wasn’t the first time you were getting teased with a cock so close to your vagina, the hard shaft slipping and sliding over your clit, which sent sparks to your brain. However, it was the first time it wasn’t intended by the person doing it and the frustration poured from Kiri as it did from you.
You glanced over to the tape hero. He looked pleased with himself as he languidly stroked his own cock and winked at you when he noticed you watching him.
Slightly more frustrated, you looked back at Kirishima. He seemed so focused, but there was a desperate edge to that focus. Like he would absolutely lose control the moment he let it go even the tiniest bit.
This went on for what seemed like forever. By the time Sero pushed off from the wall and stopped Kirishima’s movement by once more grabbing his hair, you were about ready to cry. Your clit throbbed and there was a distinct almost painful pressure in your vagina. If you ever needed a cock to fill you up, now was the moment. It hurt to be constantly stimulated and have that pressure building, but never enough to get you near cumming.
Kirishima seemed as relieved as you were to get a break. His cock was an angry looking red with big bulging veins, and it looked painful as it visibly throbbed. The agonized look in his eyes told you he was close to bursting.
“What a lovely sight the two of you make. I’m starting to feel left out... almost.” There was a certain slyness in the way Sero talked. Like he was not even close to done with torturing the two of you.
Had you been feeling daring you might have said something along the lines of ‘you sure about that?’ or ‘says the one responsible’, but you were cowed enough to keep your mouth shut for once.
With a hint of delight coating his words, he directed you to get on hands and knees. It gave you a false sense of hope when he told Kiri to get his cock into your wet hungry little hole. Still aware of the fact that neither of you could cum, the redhead entered you at snails pace. The stretch of your vagina around his big cock was absolute heaven and your moan warbling through the room conveyed as much.
Sero chuckled and smugly ordered the both of you to not move a single inch from your positions. It dawned on you that he intended for another form of teasing that would require whatever self-control you had.
The spasm of your cunt around Kirishima’s dick at the idea was entirely involuntary. Kiri cursed behind you, his fingers digging into your hips to keep from moving in response.
To make matters more difficult, you were soon faced with Sero’s cock. Whether it was a mercy that he chose to fuck your face instead of having you do all the work remained to be seen.
He started out somewhat gentle, the movement of his hips lazy and drawn out. With your head held in place with a single hand, it seemed easy enough to suck his dick and not move, no matter how much you wanted more of the one filling up your cunt.
Sero liked challenging you though. He pushed deep into your mouth, watching intently how you gagged around him. “There you go. You look good gagging on my cock, slut.”
You clenched down hard around Kiri’s thick shaft as the head of Sero’s cock brushed the back of your throat and his filthy words reached your ears. You and coughed once he retreated and the only thing stopping your backside from moving was the bruising grip of the redhead. A comforting scratching of your scalp was all the reprieve you got. Sero’s grip tightened around your hair again and he fed his cock back into your mouth as soon as you were done coughing.
From that point on, it seemed to be his mission to get you to struggle. The pace picked up quickly, and keeping your jaw slack and throat relaxed was about all you could do. You were quite literally stuck still between two cocks and you couldn’t enjoy it the way you wanted to. You preferred choking on a cock while you were getting fucked and your brain was going haywire with pleasure. Not this… no this felt like torture. Yet, your lust did not abate in the slightest. There was something to this situation that tickled your brain and kept your pussy pulsing.
“Fu–fuck…” Kirishima cursed and groaned and his hands tightened and slackened their grip in an effort not to let either of you move. Your fluttering cunt was so tantalizing around his dick and it took every fiber of his being not to fuck further into the inviting warmth.
Sero didn’t ease up until the both of you were trembling, barely capable of keeping yourselves from moving. He pulled away and signaled for Kirishima to do the same right about the time you were ready to give up and fuck yourself on the redheads cock.
You sagged down onto the bed the moment you were empty. You buried your face into the shark plush and groaned into the soft material to avoid screaming out your frustration. At this point, you would grovel and beg just to be allowed to cum.
Perhaps your prayers were answered, because Sero hoisted your ass back up to the right height so he could sink his spit-soaked dick deep into your willing hole. Your loud moan was barely muffled by the shark plush.
“What… you didn’t think I wasn’t going to make use of your wet little pussy, did ya? What a fucking waste that would be, after all the work Kiri did.”
You hadn’t thought it could get any worse, and yet he knew exactly how to keep you on edge. He set a punishing pace, only to slow it down to almost nothing every now and then.
The feeling of his long cock shoving in and out of you felt so good it hurt. You had been edged so long now, you did not even know whether you would be able to cum on his dick alone and the change in pace was driving you crazy. Whatever orgasm was trying to build was hindered before it could go anywhere.
“P–puh–lease…” you stammered out, begging Sero for mercy one way or another. You held onto the fluffy shark for dear life while he pounded into you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes. Everything was both too much and not enough at all.
Meanwhile, Kirishima was left watching you, his own hand stroking his cock with the knowledge that it most likely would be all he would get the rest of the night. Even though he wasn’t the one fucking you till you cried, he loved seeing the way you were clutching the shark all teary-eyed and moaning brokenly with every punishing thrust from Sero.
You truly did cry when his hips stuttered and pushed as deep as he could get, signaling that he was about to cum. There was no chance in hell you were cumming anymore. After two more lazy pumps he pulled out and you were left open and wanting once more.
The surprises weren’t over yet. “Go on then big boy, see how long you last with my sloppy seconds.”
Kirishima wouldn’t let himself be told twice and settled behind you in a flash. It sounded obscenely wet when entered you in a single stroke, some of Sero’s semen coating his cock and dribbling out around him. It took only a few thrusts and then he too emptied himself within you.
You let out a small broken whine when he slowly pulled out. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, you knew that was the end of it. There was no orgasm for you now. Kirishima may have been complicit, but ultimately you were the one who had to pay for your snooping.
You clutched the shark to you desperately as you rolled onto your side. Your puppy-eyed stare did nothing but make Sero stare at you unimpressed and Kirishima give you an apologetic smile.
Then the most damning words of the day yet were said by the raven haird man. “I hope that shark was worth it, because you’re not coming for the rest of the day... or week if it’s up to me.”
“Can I at least have cuddles?” you asked with a pout.
The hard stare on his face softened, “Of course you can, silly.” You were quickly engulfed in two pairs of arms, the plush squished in between as well. None of you cared that you were all sticky with sweat. In the end, all that mattered was that you could all relax and come back down from your sexual highs in each others arms.
Later that evening when you were in bed far ahead of the others, the guys found you fast asleep all snuggled up with your new shark plush. The sight was so utterly endearing to them, they took a moment to really take it in.
“She really does look adorable like that,” Kaminari said, taking a picture.
Not able to help himself, Kirishima responded, “You should have seen her crying into that thing while getting fucked.”
Bakugou pulled a face, whether it was sincere, no-one knew. “Way to ruin it you dirty fucks.”
Kirishima hissed from where he was taking off his shirt, “Hey!” A similar response came from Sero, “Oi! Like you wouldn’t have enjoyed seeing that. Besides,” he stared at the two blondes an accusingly, “I do believe I’m owed some visuals that you two bastards have been keeping to yourselves.”
Bakugou scoffed, “Tch, as if we would cut our fucking fun short for the likes of you.”
Kaminari piped up from where he was buried in the closet in search of clean sleepwear, “Those video’s were rightfully mine you know.”
“Yeah, they could have been ours and the rest of the fun could’ve been too, if either of you fessed up instead of protecting the brat.”
Finally, having found some sleep pants, Kaminari retorted, “I wouldn’t call blackmailing protection.”
Sero’s eyes narrowed, changing clothes entirely forgotten as he took a step closer to the blonde. “I can take care of you the same way I did with her, Den-ki.” He appeared dangerous and threatening the way he towered over Kaminari.
The latter was not phased by it though, long since used to the taller man’s use of his height. “You’re not the boss of me.”
That was apparently the wrong thing to say, because Sero was about ready to push the blonde up against the wall. “You sure about that?”
“Sshht, stop it you two. You’re gonna wake her up if you keep bickering.”
Both men turned to Kirishima with sheepish expressions. They had, in fact, forgotten you were asleep already.
A soft mumble fell from your lips as you shifted in the bed without waking up. The men remained silent after that. You woke up shortly when they all got into bed with you though, something you would not even remember the next morning. You drifted back off to sleep straight away once you were encased by warm bodies for the second time that day.
If over the course of several weeks other new plushies that happened to remind you of your partners ended up in your bed, no-one made a fuss or said a thing. After all, you looked delightful getting fucked to tears while clutching and clawing at the soft fur.