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𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 — 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), in bloom!reader, au is about sex work, mentioned somnophilia, neck grip, rough sex, creampie, mindbreak, womb flooding, size kink, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ the inspiration behind hana!reader herself, miss guro is the one to thank for this fic. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“What’s the matter, little girl? Getting sleepy? Am I wearing you out?”

Jinkuro was crooning in your ear as he ruts into you, pinning your much smaller frame against the bedding underneath you. the soft sheets were already drenched in the sweat mixture you shared with your benefactor, doing little to muffle your flustered whimpers when his large hands wrapped around your waist. he interlocked his fingers at your belly, feeling that familiar bulge in the shape of his cock as he rammed himself home, and used his strong grip on you to jerk you backwards to meet his fervent thrusting. it was all too overwhelming, so you’d slumped your upper half forward, burying your heated cheeks in the pillows as you squealed and gushed.

a pathetic, shy half a nod is what you can muster, along with a string of needy pleas. it was difficult to focus on an answer with Jinkuro in your guts, plowing deep and hard.

“Aw, my hana, can’t even hold her cute, little eyes open anymore.” he coos, deviously. you can feel one of his hands snaking upwards, creeping between your breasts in the warm ocean of bedsheets, “But you’re the one that woke me up, remember sweetheart? You’re the one that wanted my cock so badly you couldn’t wait until morning. Isn’t that right?” you manage another nod before you feel his fingers wrap around your throat. he wouldn’t dare squeeze too hard, but he pulls you from your slump on the floor with the leverage provided by his new grip.

“L—Lord Jinkuro..!” you gasp, eyes widening as you’re perched on your knees, but you can’t find the strength to reach up and hold on to his arms, your own hands flopping limp at your side as he pounds his hips into you at this new angle, “t—that—!!”

you wanted to tell him how good it felt to get ruined from this angle, the sensation of one hand digging into your soft belly while the other cradles your neck, trapping you against his bestial fucking, but you couldn’t form the words. you couldn’t do anything but listen to the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours, and the way your cunt squelched as you took him in.

“I’ll be damned, little one, you really are getting all cute and dizzy, aren’t you?” you can feel his lips on your cheek, smearing tender kisses over the heat there, an affectionate juxtaposition to the way he decimates your poor, weak body. your eyes struggle to focus on him, bouncing haplessly against his movements, impaled and stretched by his throbbing cock. “Hmm, I like that cute look, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open as you take every inch of my big cock in your itty bitty tummy. Does it feel so good? Is it putting you to sleep, just like a sweet little lullaby?” Jinkuro grunts, snorting through flared nostrils, feeling you tighten up with each syllable spoken, “Ah, haha, oh god baby, you may be cockdrunk, but you’re still so fucking tight.” he emphasizes the word by giving your throat a gentle squeeze, a growl of pure pleasure rumbling in his throat. “Yes, little girl, you like this a little too much, don’t you? Being impaled on my cock, fucked until you can’t even lift a finger to stop me… good girl, good baby,” Jinkuro pants like a wild animal, the fingers on your belly seeming to shape around the bulging imprint of his cock on your belly and rub it back and forth, using your body to jerk himself off.

“Haaaa!! Lord J— Jinkuro!!” your head falls back against his chest, lolling around the expanse of it, your eyes rolling behind your fluttery lids. you wanted so desperately to look up at him, to see the dusky tint of lust on his cheeks, and the way sweat stuck his unruly bangs to his forehead, dampening his mauve hair to a color rivaling maroon. if you caught a peek of his bedroom eyes, you’d be able to see that they were almost black— pupils blown out with nothing but unbridled ecstasy. but you couldn’t force your eyes to open. even if you could, they were glazing over to the point of your vision blurring, you knew that. it felt too good for you, you were going crazy.

“Keep calling for me, little girl,” Jinkuro moans, kissing your forehead. his tongue drags along the sweat-shiny skin, tracing his name as if branding you as his own, “I love that little sound, so needy and all for me! Tell me, pretty baby, are you going to cum for me?”

yes.

you couldn’t say it in time, because your cunt was already clenching, tightening around his cock. you could swear that you were so tight that he couldn’t pull out, even if he wanted to, but you know he didn’t. as soon as you started to spasm, coming unraveled in his arms, he gripped you even tighter, and pounded into you harder— demanding your orgasm lasts as long as he could draw it out, until you’re screaming for him, tears on your face. the intensity of it overwhelming you all at once.

“That’s it, baby hana!” Jinkuro cries out in a rough bark of euphoria, his thick cock twitching deep in your belly, “Give me all of it, little baby! I’m going to give you all of me, too!”

and he does.

that’s all the warning you’re given before your belly starts to swell, spurt after warm, gooey spurt filling your insides. you gurgle a happy whimper at the familiar sensation of Jinkuro cumming inside you; that deliciously full ache that only he could deliver. he breathes, ragged, against your forehead, before pushing you forward, laying all of his weight against your back, his hips still bucking with erratic, aftershocks, thrusting deep and stuttered, as if trying to inject his release directly into your womb. each time, his swollen tip rubs against your cervix, you mewl and smear your face into the bedsheets, writhing underneath him until he finally breathes heavily and forces himself out of your trembling cunt.

the subtle drooling of his cum leaking out of you always felt so dirty, but you were addicted to it, whining for him even as your hole twitches and throbs, and you try to catch your breath, every muscle in your body on fire.

“There’s my pretty, pretty girl…” Jinkuro purrs, sitting back on his knees. one hand resting on your rump, his long digits spread your slick folds, and he admires the way he’s stretched your little hole, watching how she starts to close back up, your elasticity always aweing him. “Nice and fucked out. Happy now?”

you nod with a sheepish whimper.

Jinkuro chuckles, “Can you still talk, sweetheart?”

you shake your head this time, and he laughs louder— hoarse and pleased as he slides his fingers into your hole, feeling how frantic your walls flutter about him. “I think you’ll make this little mistake of waking me up with your mouth on my cock a lot more often now that you know what consequences await you.”

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𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 — 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!sex worker!reader, obvious warning for sex work, shy!reader, oral sex ( f!receiving ), cuckquean for like a second, loss of virginity, use of the words lord, sir, little girl, age gap ( reader is 18+ but jinkuro is significantly older ), group sex, unnamed fem!characters, praise kink, reader is a pillow princess, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ can i please PLEASE bribe y’all with filth to watch Revenger because i love it so much and nobody’s talking about it. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

“All she does is watch or something?”

your cheeks were on fire. eyes wide, watching every minuscule movement of muscle under his flesh as they contract. there was a rosy tint in his cheeks that seemed to spread over the expanse of his heaving chest, but it had mostly dissipated into his normal tan by the middle of his abdomen. his robes draped lazily down his arms and bunched at the elbows, but your gaze was sutured below that, watching a stripe of glistening hair below his navel as it danced to the rhythm in which he fucked the woman on her hands and knees in front of him.

you could’ve watched him disappear, inch by inch, into her and listen to the way she cried out when he stuffed her full, but you were much too sheepish for that.

she and the other woman, the one that sucked on Jinkuro’s neck, were both your senior by more than a couple of years, and had agreed to the Head Mistress’ request to show the brand new recruit how to please some of their highest profiled customers, including Jinkuro Isarizawa. you only thought you’d been brought along to watch and learn, but it wasn’t until they sat you on your knees on the floor that they presented you as a gift for him. Mistress’ graces, she would give your virginity away for free to the most influential man in the Pleasure House.

“She’s a little shy.” the woman crooned in Jinkuro’s ear, dragging her blood, red nails down his chest. “After all, she’s never seen a big, strong man fuck like you do. Let the professionals wear you down, Lord Jinkuro. We’ll have her finish you off?”

Jinkuro quirked a brow, slamming himself home in the other, and she cried out, grasping the cushion of the couch she was propped against, her knees scraping on the floor. you stared, nervously, hoping that your first time wouldn’t be nearly as rough as he was with her. but, you noticed her eyes crossing, a faint smile on her painted lips.

did it… did it really feel good?

his eyes burned holes in you, and you were tempted to shy away from his stare, both hands clasped together in your lap, pressing hard to keep your thighs from trembling.

“Are you jealous of her? Don’t you want to come over here?” he croons, tilting his head to one side as he takes note of the way you bit your lip. he thrusts again, this time the sound of his skin smacking against hers only barely drowns out her yelp of pleasure. “Don’t you want some attention, too?”

you wanted to nod immediately. the way your sisters had been moaning and dazed, worshiping his cock since the moment they could pounce on him, it made you curious. it made you wistful. you longed to know what magic spell he’d cast on them. but, you don’t answer just yet. your eyes raise to catch one of their gazes from behind his shoulder as if to ask for permission and she looks apprehensive.

you knew it wasn’t out of care for you, but rather, concern that you might not be skilled enough to please him. and would, in turn, sully their compensation.

“I’m the one speaking to you.” Jinkuro interrupts your silent communication, humming. he shifts to press his palm against the back of her head and guide it down the length of his abdomen, coaxing her to lick and suck on his balls while he stilled inside the other, leaving you without a senior to look to for advice on what to say or do. “You should be looking at me.”

“I—“ you couldn’t even think. you wanted to say something, but the moment you looked up into his eyes, you lost your breath. the other two were moaning, one pushing back to fuck herself on him, and the other slurping on the join between them. the room smelled like sweat, and he was waiting on you to answer, but his smile was simply too unarming. so, instead, you sink your teeth into your lower lip and nod, hopelessly flustered.

but his grin only widened to one of cheshire proportions, one eye peeking knowingly and glinting with devious intent from behind his unruly mop of dusky mauve. “Stand up, walk over here to me. Make it real slow and sexy for me, pretty girl.”

you wanted to please him. you didn’t know why, but you scrambled to your feet with a desperate urge to earn his praise, and with all of the self control you could muster, you sauntered over, your hands shaking at your sides so you grip the skirt of your kimono, instead. Jinkuro watched you the whole time, pupils blown out and hungry, his eyeline falling to your feet and back up again until you were within his arm’s reach.

he does, in fact, reach out and grab you. with one, massive paw outstretched, the officer tilts your chin towards him, pressing his thumb against your bottom lip. “That’s a good girl. You must be so desperate for a reward.” his grin was drooping into a lazy, lusty smirk that held its shape when he pried your kimono open, exposing your soft breasts. you gasped when the cold air swept over you, and his palm slipped underneath the material to press against your lower back and careen your frame closer; his parted lips latching on to your supple breast. “Mmm…”

“L—Lord Jinkuro!” it was a stanmer of surprise, that melted into a happy mewl, your back arching against his palm to rub your breasts against his face.

you were already wet; you could feel his teasing with teeth and tongue as he tested the sensitivity of one nipple, and then the other pooling in your lower belly, and you rub your thighs together to attempt to relieve the pressure building there. his hand was warm and big against your back, pushing you as flush with his face as he could, and when he sealed his lips around your bud and suckled hard, you felt your knees try to buckle underneath you. digging them inward to press into one another, you suck in a shaky breath, and one of your hands plants itself against his hot shoulder. you wanted to dig your nails in and hold on, keep yourself standing by gripping his sturdy foundation, but you aren’t sure if he’d permit you to do that.

his free hand, as if spurred by your awkward positioning and flustered panting, slips underneath what remains hidden behind the sagging fabric and worms between your thighs to feel how wet he’s made you. when you leave a slick coating on his fingers, he rumbles, happily, in the back of his throat. tilting his head back, he allows your breast to pop free of his mouth, and his heavily-lidded eyes peek from under his bangs. his cheeks were still red, and they matched the shiny, plush of his mouth as it curls into a devious smile. “I can tell you’re fresh,” he croons rubbing the pads of his fingers between your folds. they were rough, and he was pressing hard, and you loved every moment of it. you practically melt against his hand, whimpering and rocking your hips. “No other man has ever even seen this soft, little pussy, have they?”

your face is on fire. you’re humiliated by the idea that you’re not experienced, but something about the edge in his baritone and the excited twinkle in his eye gives you a rush. clues you in.

he’s happy he gets to be your first.

you shake your head, uttering a shaky, “N—no, Lord Jinkuro…”

but you needn’t answer at all, you realize, because he’s already acting. pulling his hand free, he uses both to strip you bare, before he grabs hold of the flare of your hips and sweeps you off your feet. both in awe and nervous of his strength, you whimper as you’re boosted into the air, bringing your knees up towards your chest when he lays you across the back of the woman on her knees. it was such a calculated move, you realize, because when you lay there, with your back against hers, he’s perfectly positioned to rest his hands on your knees and spread them open. you whimper softly, but comply with his strength, your hands sliding down to hold the backs of your thighs, keeping yourself wide and exposed.

“How do you like her, Lord Jinkuro?” the woman beneath you purred, shoving herself back against his groin. thus, pushing your exposed treasure closer as if offering you to him.

Jinkuro simpers, pressing his thumbs against your sticky lips to tease them apart. you squirm, toes curling, and whisper his name, but he’s already hunched over to get a better look. eye level with your cunt, his lips moving only inches away, you could feel his hot breath on it, and you shivered. “Such a pretty, little pussy.” he murmurs, ticking your lower belly with the ends of his wild tresses as he leans closer to drag his lips over your slick. “Can’t help but want to kiss it.”

“S—sir—“ you were staring, wide eyed, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the jolt of pleasure you felt when his tongue darted out from between the seal of his couplet and flicked at your clit. your hips rocked forward, humping towards his face, and he took the hint, nuzzling his nose into your clit so he could lick several, hungry stripes between your netherlips. the first moan you elicit is unsteady and overflowing with lust. both hands fell from your thighs and, as if on instinct, grabbed hold of his hair.

“It seems I’ve found what you like,” he rumbles against your flesh, peeking up at you from his new dwelling between your hips. you glance down, sheepishly scrunching your nose when you realize just how filthy the visage is, “you want to be pampered. Is that it?”

“Yes sir…”

“You want me to make you feel good?” with one hand resting on your lower belly, the other creeps up underneath his jaw as he asks you, slipping his middle finger into you. he groans out loud when he feels your walls spasm around the girth of his digit and you tug on his hair. “Want me to do all the work?”

even pursing your lips, you can’t help the pitiful sound that escapes them. your brows knit together; the sensation of his finger jabbing into otherwise uncharted territory had you utterly flustered.

“Answer him, sweetie.” the woman supporting your weight crooned, “Tell Lord Jinkuro how you want him to fuck you.”

“I— I want you to make me feel good, sir!”

Jinkuro was already back to it, his mauve mop bobbing as he licks you up and down, giving special attention to your hypersensitive nub when he could, and pumping his finger knuckle-deep into you. your back arches off of hers, squealing with an overwhelming wave of ecstasy, and the soles of your feet rest against his shoulders. he was devouring you like a man starved, slurping on your clit until the pressure had you seeing stars behind your eyelids, but you knew better than to try and push him away with your feet on him. so, you bucked and rocked and whimpered while he ate away, and before long, his middle finger joins the first inside, stretching you around their width.

it’s a gradual, manageable burn, but you whined nonetheless. it felt like ropes in your belly, tying knots and pulling them tight. “Gonna make you cum hard, little girl.” he muttered against your sex, twisting his fingers before they curl to scrape at an internal bundle of nerves. “Gonna give you your very first big one so you’re nice and tender, clenching air and begging when I want to put my cock in.”

“Lord Jin—kuro!” your stomach aches. the muscles in your thighs are tight and cramping. you know something big is churning and bubbling in your depths but the feeling is so new to you that nothing can prepare you for how hard it’ll hit. “I—I think—I’m… I’m going to…!”

you couldn’t say it before he ripped it out of you, and you’re swirling in a whirlpool of fierce pleasure, trapped with his mouth sealed against your folds so he can suck and nibble on your swollen clit. his fingers worked just as diligently inside, too, driving themselves relentlessly into the nerves that had you bucking your hips and yelping for him like a desperate pup.

“There she is.” Jinkuro hums as he finally pries his mouth from you, sitting up straight, he admires the way you hump, helplessly, into the air against his rough pumping. you could see your own juices dripping from his lips, smeared over his chin, sticking flyaway hairs to his cheeks, and you look away, bashful. “That’s a pretty sight. Got you nice and needy, didn’t I?” slowly, Jinkuro pulls his fingers out, and you whine in protest at the stomach-turning sensation of your walls gripping air. you call for him, sheepish, but he’s already wrapping his strong arms around your waist, supporting your lower back, and picking you up again. it was as if you weighed nothing at all to him, as he cradled you close enough to give you a sloppy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself in his mouth, before he lay you on your back on the floor.

the others, now out of his reach, clamored for attention, too. or maybe, he required them to be this needy, but you doubted it. because you felt the same urge to have his eyes on you. if he were to even look at either of them, you might pout. thankfully, he doesn’t. “Play with each other until I’m ready for you again,” he murmured to one that had slinked up at his side and leaned in to kiss him. “I want her to myself.” you were staring, lying on your back, trying not to thrust your hips into the air and beckon him to touch you again. you could tell by the reluctance on her features that she didn’t want to go, either, but she does, crawling over to the other and grabbing her, she plants a deep kiss on her lips. you find yourself watching them, and it wasn’t until you felt that familiar warmth of his thumb on your lip, fingers curling under your chin, that you follow his guidance and stare up at him again. “Look at me, pretty thing.”

his free hand slides over your belly, down to your cunt, and he allows the rough pad of his thumb to scrape over your clit, watching as you jolt upwards again. you were starting to think he was getting off on seeing just how much he could make you writhe underneath him.

“I bet you can feel those clenches,” he whispers, eyes tracing every inch of your sticky sex, “you can’t make them stop, can you?”

you shake your head, watching him hover over you. you were intimidated, but also excited. he was sparkling with sweat and bulging muscles, perched on his knees with his cock hard and pointing up against his bellybutton, dripping from the last woman he’d fucked. it was thick, and the thought of it pushing its way inside of you has your stomach churning. but you want it.

“That’s your sweet, little pussy begging for cock.” he hums with his signature, wicked grin. “My cock.” abandoning his rubbing, he grabs hold of himself at his base and guides the bulbous, red tip to your folds. you wince, preparing for a painful insertion, but he doesn’t push it in just yet. “I made you cum once,” he purred, swiping his head up and down between your netherlips, bumping your throbbing clit. each time, you twitch and gasp, watching wide eyed, “and you’re already so sensitive. It’s adorable. Once I slip it in, I know you’ll quiver on it and scream real sweet for me.”

“It’ll— it’ll feel good?” you whisper, watching as he positions himself at your hole once more. you remembered your sister’s face when he pounded her; that drunken, happy smile. and you wanted to feel that for yourself.

“You’re going to love it, little girl.” Jinkuro assures you, rocking his hips to shove the first couple of inches into you. you cry out, but it’s not in pain. he’s slick enough and you’re already wanton enough that even taking his size for the very first time isn’t uncomfortable. in fact, you’re in awe at just how incredible it feels for your elastic walls to stretch around him. both your hands flee to his abdomen, but you don’t try to push him away. you feel those solid muscles beneath your fingertips. “I can tell,” he coos, grabbing your hips with both hands instead and bucking his own, feeding another inch or so into you, “you’re already addicted to it, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

you nod, mewling with sordid delight, and push yourself closer to him in hopes to convince him to fill you fuller. you can’t help it— maybe you’re just overstimulated, but you hadn’t expected to like it this much. “Y—yes sir!”

“You want me to fill you up and fuck you?”

you were nodding before he even finished asking, your eyelids fluttering.

“How bad?”

“So bad!” you cry, digging your nails into his abs. you know you probably shouldn’t, but you can’t help it. “Please, please fuck me Lord Jinkuro!” your head rolls against the floor, and you arch your back when he falls into a steady, shallow rhythm, “I—I want to take it all—!”

“All of it?” he asks, incredulous but proud, and grunts when your walls spasm around his girth, as if answering him. his thumbs dig into your hips, pulling you flush to his groin so he can pound deep instead, and your legs kick haplessly on either side of him. he reaches a depth that could’ve been painful if you weren’t already blissed out, but the pressure it puts on your insides is astounding. “Doing— good, little girl…” he was moaning, holding you in place with your hips angled up off the floor to meet his to drill himself at that same, incredible depth over and over. each slam of his groin into you sends a ripple through you, jiggling your breasts, and threatening to send you sliding across the floor. but he had you. Jinkuro wasn’t about to let you move even an inch away from his ruthless pounding, and you were begging him for more each and every time he bottoms out. “Taking me like this, as deep and hard as I can fuck you in this tight, little cunt… fuck, you’re a greedy one.” he rasps, adjusting the angle of his jackhammering so he can rubs against your tender, inner walls. his eyes are on the join, where his cock has mostly disappeared, and he smiles wide and open-mouthed as he pants. he watches you grip him at his base, refusing to let him pull out. “I love it.”

your knees were shaking against his ribs, spurring into them until he leaned over, pressing his hot, sweat-soaked torso against yours, effectively pinning your smaller frame to the floor, and then they wrapped around his waist and hooked at your ankles. “Lord Jinkuro!” you cry, but he’s right there to stifle your sounds with a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, forcing his tongue into your cavern. you can still taste your own pussy on his breath, but he pries deeper and you also taste sake and tobacco. gripping his shoulder blades, you cling to him as close as he’ll allow you to, while he fucks you with reckless abandon. “Fuck me, please!”

there’s that damn bubbling. this time, it feels more like molten lava inching up towards the mouth of an active volcano. he’s battering your insides at such a pace that you’re certain to erupt. “Cumming—“ you manage to choke out into his mouth this time before you’re overtaken.

this time, your eyes roll back as wave after wave of furious pleasure knocks into you. Jinkuro is just as brutal as before, controlling the undertow of euphoria that drags you down by never easing up. he bullies you from the inside, driving himself to your limit hard over and over, because he can tell that’s what’s getting you off. “You certainly like being ruined,” he muttered, amusement trickling into his grunting and snorting, “for a shy, little thing, you’re whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat. You love feeling me in your guts that much?”

you nod, but even with your mouth open, only half-coherent babbling falls out between strings of shrieking moans. you were squirming, now that you were starting to come down, now much too sensitive to handle another orgasm. “Y—yes sir, I love it. I… love… it…”

“Keep singing to me,” he groans, closing his eyes. his pace was becoming erratic, needy, and you could only imagine that he was in the brink, too. “Keep going.”

it was impossible to stop, because every inch of him was throbbing inside of you, and your walls were convulsing in protest, desperate for a break. you moan and purr and cry his name until he comes undone atop you. you’d never seen a man cum before, or hear the vulgar sounds he could make, or feel that release’s warmth spread throughout your belly with each spurt. but experiencing it all for the first time has your head spinning when he finally pulls himself off of you.

your entire lower half is sore by the time he plops down on the couch and exhales. you slowly pull yourself up on to your knees beside his feet and wiggle in that position, trying to find a comfortable way to sit, but it feels like he’s knocked your organs all out of place, so you ease up off your calves with a soft whine.

he hears it, and smiles lazily, reaching down to cup your face with one hand. “That pretty pussy a little bit sore?” when you nod, you nuzzle into his palm and he swoons in approval. “I can be gentle next time if you want me to.”

“I— don’t—“ you reply, your cheeks on fire with a humiliated blush. “I… liked it like that…”

Jinkuro stares at you for a moment, before slipping his palm around the back of your head. a gentle tug upwards encourages you to get to your feet before him, and you lean over as far as he guides with the pressure on your nape, until he can plant a kiss on your swollen lips. “Go find your mistress.” he instructs. you shift on your feet, nodding obediently, but you can feel the remnants of him oozing from your abused core, sticking your thighs together. “Tell her how pleased I am with her generous gift,” reaching into the pocket of his robe, he retrieves a handful of gold coins and holds them out. with wide eyes, you hold out both hands and he dumps them into your palms. there’s so many that you struggle to hold them all; much more than he would pay for any of the three of you in the room with him— more than the price of having the three of you together. you stare down at the shimmering in your fists and nod again. “And tell her that I want you under contract.”

“Contract?” you repeat, but your voice is barely above a whisper.

Jinkuro laughs, hearty and loud, at your naïveté and nods, “Go on. Your sister here can explain it.” with a gesture to one of the women who were both staring, agape, he released your neck.

she, on the other hand, jumps to her feet with your kimono in hand, and hurries over to wrap you in it. “Right away, Lord Jinkuro.”

you’re still watching him over your shoulder as she ushers you, and your two fists full of gold, through the screen door. “What sort of contract does he mean?” you ask, boggled by the word itself.

she practically pushes you down the hall. even though she’s smiling, you can hear an edge of envy in her voice. “Silly girl. You can’t even see how lucky you are with how much gold he put into your hands?” she sighs, and wipes the smear of cherry from your lipstick off of your cheek with her thumb. “He wants you under contract, which means he pays for everything. your food, your clothes, your makeup, the perfume you wear. your room in the brothel, every single thing. And because of that, no other customer can touch you.”

you look, wide eyed, back down the hall towards the door. you wanted to thank him for his generosity, but you realized you’d have plenty of time to do that, now that he owned you.

#Revenger #revenger anime #revenger x reader #Revenger x you #jinkuro isarizawa #jinkuro isarizawa x reader #jinkuro isarizawa x you #Revenger smut #jinkuro x reader #jinkuro x you #Jinkuro smut

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babygray · 11 months

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I am in love with the composition of these two shots and the juxtaposition of calm, haloed Usui Yuen with the wild, deceptively chaotic Isarizawa Jinkuro.

Revenger, episode 6, "Adversary Advent"

#revenger #usui yuen #isarizawa jinkuro #making the slow move to the main blog....#seriously this show is really good and these shots!!!!!#that halo shot hit my happy points #and to have that followed by the chaotic foil!?! i had to stop and capture it

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Happy Birthdday

Jinkuro Isarizawa (3rd December)

Revenger

#revenger #revenger anime #revenger jinkuro #jinkuro revenger #revenger isarizawa #isarizawa revenger #jinkuro isarizawa #isarizawa jinkuro #fictional birthday #december #december 3rd

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carnage-scissors · 1 year

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They're played by the same voice actress and they have similar outfits AND they are both vessels for a stronger being AND THEY BOTH HAVE A FOX WIFE-

#raiden shogun #raiden ei #momohime jinkuro #momohime #muramasa the demon blade

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goemon-fan · 6 months

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Throughout Lupin III, Goemon constantly questions whether he's on the right path, with him having left his masters behind to live with Lupin, Jigen, and Fujiko. Part 2, Episode 21: "The Last Mastery" is the only episode to answer Goemon's concern, while defining where true strength lies.

Goemon goes back to his home of Iga, Japan, to receive a map which locates the mastery book of the Iga ninja arts he was promised 10 years ago by his master. However, a jealous fellow student by the name of Jinkuro kills Goemon's master so that he can receive the map. Fortunately, Jinkuro only makes off with half of the map, which Goemon's master sacrificed his life for to ensure it went to Goemon, and Goemon and Jinkuro are forced to duel.

Jinkuro continuously chooses to fight cowardly, while Goemon insists on fighting fair, despite his thirst for vengeance and having nothing to gain in being moral. In the final moment, when the odds are stacked against Goemon due to Jinkuro's cheating, a strike of lightning conducted through Goemon's sword kills Jinkuro.

Goemon finally has both pieces of the map, and locates the book containing his final lesson. Despite what is expected to be contained within the book, whether it be a hidden Iga ninja treasure or some sort of ultimate power, it simply says: "fortune favors cheerful homes."

Despite the untraditional path Goemon has been on, with his friendship with Lupin, Jigen, and Fujiko and leaving his home closed off from the rest of the world, he has still achieved mastery of the art of life. In fact, his friendships are the only way he could have achieved mastery of the Iga arts. Furthermore, Jinkuro could not have possibly achieved or understood this lesson; he sought power which he could use for his own nefarious purposes, and would not be satisfied with the book.

Goemon is the only ninja among his disciples who could, and has, achieved mastery of the art of life. Goemon was shunned for his warm and good-natured qualities in his samurai "home," while he was able to form a cheerful home of his own with Lupin, Jigen, and Fujiko because of these qualities. Goemon was promised the scroll by his master because he was the only ninja in his home of Iga to have these virtuous traits, whereas everyone else believed these were forms of weakness.

Goemon is the best Iga ninja not because of his power, but because of his empathy, kindness, and morality. Even though Goemon second-guesses the path he chose, as he believes he is going against years of tradition and therefore the path to power, he chose right; strength does not lie in might, but rather friendship, love, and cheer.

#goemon is a very special samurai #lupin iii #lupin the third #goemon ishikawa xiii #goemon

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prpfs · 1 year

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🎐🍂 — This one is a complete shot in the dark because it's so niche, but I am desperate for some REVENGER (anime) rps. 21+ preferred | mxm only | literate.

I'm multi-muse and willing to play any character paired with just about anyone else.

Especially interested in

Kurima/Yuen

Kurima/Soji

🫶 Noi/any of the other four (one-sided)

Jinkuro/Yuen

Thank you!

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#revenger roleplay #revenger rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #cc x cc #m/m #nuclear

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#Gamefemerides Hace 13 años, es lanzado Muramasa: The Demon Blade, conocido en Japón como Oboro Muramasa (朧村正, "borroso Muramasa"). Es un juego de acción con elementos RPGs, desarrollado por Vanillaware para Wii de @nintendo . En América fue publicado por Ignition Entertainment , en Japón por Marvelous Games. Usando una perspectiva de lado, el gameplay se basa en un sistema de combate beat'em up, que incorpora elementos RPG como niveles y misiones. Una versión para @PlayStation Vita, con historias adicionales, fue lanzado en 2013 como Muramasa Rebirth por @aksysgames . Muramasa se lleva a cabo en la época del periodo de Edo, en la isla principal de Japón, Honshu. Debido a la sed de poder del Shogun Tokugawa Tsunayoshi, se han iniciado conflictos por las espadas Demonio, espadas samurai que obligan a quienes las usan a matar a otros, antes de causar tragedia y locura a sí mismos. La historia sucede alrededor de dos protagonistas relacionados al conflicto - Momohime, una mujer que posee el espíritu de un ronin vengativo, Jinkuro Izuna; y Kisuke, un ninja amnésico huyendo de un crimen olvidado, que está tado a la tragedia que destruyó a la familia de Momohime. #LegionGamerRD #ElGamingnosune #Videojuegos #Gaming #RetroGaming #RetroGamer #CulturaGaming #CulturaGamer #GamingHistory #HistoriaGaming #GamerDominicano #GamingPodcast #Podcast #Vanillaware #AksysGames #Marvelous #MuramasaTheDemonBlade #MuramasaRebirth #Nintendo #Wii #NintendoWii #PlayStation #PSVita #PSTV #JRPG #RPG #Beatemup #Plataformas https://www.instagram.com/p/CiPz6b6Ny7I/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Having lived a useless 30 years of his life, the main character (Saito Jinkuro) is hit by a truck. When he wakes up, he enters the body of "Dzink Norland", the 14-year-old son of an aristocrat who served as his Highness' escort. But due to the lack of skills with a spear, which were inherent in all members of his family, and terrible behavior, he was kicked out of the guard post, and then completely deported from the country... In addition to these problems, a window pops up before the eyes of the protagonist with information about "Elsa", his nanny. Another world, deportation from the country and windows like in video games? What will the main character do?

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#oboro muramasa #muramasa #muramasa: the demon blade #muramasa rebirth #momohime #kongiku #jinkuro #yuzuruha #torahime #vanillaware #myedit*#edit: video game

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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 — 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), in bloom!reader, basic in bloom au warnings like age gap, petite reader, size kink, corruption kink, sex work, oral sex ( f! receiving ), fondling, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 ∣ @meloguro [ thank you so much for always being such a kind and soft light in my life :3 ]

“Ahh!” a hearty sigh of satisfaction erupts from Jinkuro’s throat, with the soft clink of his empty glass against the surface of the kotatsu following suit. his head thrown back as he thoroughly enjoys the sensation of the sake warming him deep in his belly skin to the smoldering embers of a freshly doused fire. this wasn’t his first drink of the night; in fact, his cheeks were adorned with a subtle rosy hue, but each time his cup tippy tapped on the table in front of you, you would look up with your precious, doe eyes at him, and know what he wanted. setting your steaming cup of tea aside, you promptly refill his drink, and watch his lazy, confident smirk as it pulls his lips upwards.

this time, however, he speaks before you get the chance. “My, my, it’s freezing out there!” he exclaims, with a flippant gesture to his environment, he refers to the sound of the snowy, winter wind beating against the outside of the pleasure house, begging to seep in and send a chill down your spine. resting his face on his palm, his elbow propped on the table, he simpers at you. with his head tilted ever so slightly, you are struck by the visage of his dusky, amethyst eyes, heavily lidded and deep with that same, unyielding desire he always holds for you. it causes your breath to catch at the back of your throat every, single time. “If the whole world freezes after tonight, you and I will be trapped in this room for God knows how many days.” he chuckles, reveling in the way that you seem to fluster when he taunts you. your eyes widen at the thought, attention snapping to the fierce winds outside. it wasn’t that you were afraid to be alone with Jinkuro, in fact, you preferred it, but the idea of being trapped frightened you.

“We’d run out of tea and sake, little hana,” it wasn’t that likely to be snowed in, but if he could, Jinkuro would make it so. just to be able to stay shut in the brothel with you. you hear the faint rustle of the blanket as his feet move inside the kotatsu, and a moment later the warmth of his large foot tickles your much smaller, delicate toes. “I’d have to keep you warm myself. You’re so small and fragile that you get cold so easily~” the lilting of his baritone always became more and more pronounced the drunker he got, brandishing his playful nature. the sole of his foot glides along the side of yours, allowing you to feel the sheer difference in size. both of your feet hardly equaled one of his, and if he wanted to, they could dominate yours easily. pin them down, and they might even hurt.

but Jinkuro never wanted to hurt you.

instead, his foot is gentle, sensual as it caresses yours, back and forth, slow and thorough. you can’t help the cute, sheepish sound that slips from your pout before you can nibble on the lower counterpart of your tiers, feeling warm from more than just your tea, now. there was a heated blush that tickled your face, and only grew when you heard your benefactor croon to you, “What’s wrong, little girl? Squirming in your seat like that, it’s so cute.”

your toes curl up, bashfully trying to hide from his game of footsie that had you so aroused. his own toes traced the shape of your foot, from heel to toe tip, teasing your tightly clenched digits by prodding them open, and you look up at him. your gaze has always been, and he suspects always will be, innocent, however there was no denying the sparkle of desire behind your deep in your eyes, telling him how much you wanted him. how much you needed him.

“D— do you want more sake, Lord Jinkuro?” you ask, trying to distract yourself, reaching for the bottle, but both of his large, powerful hands flee to grasp your wrists, instead. not the least bit painful or tight.

he shakes his head, thumbs running delicate circles over your pulse point. he swoons when he feels how rapid your heartbeat is. “No, I want my woman.” with a gentle tug, more of a suggestion than a demand, he guides you closer to his body. “I want to taste her sweet, soft lips. I want to feel her warm body that is all mine.” you eagerly scoot close to his side, nuzzling up under his kaimaki like a happy kitty that has found her place beside her owner, and breathe in his array of scents. tobacco, sake, musk, spices. it was such a familiar smell, one unique to him that brought you so much comfort that you often nabbed his robing once he left for the night and cocooned yourself inside it, giving you the security you needed to sleep soundly through the night. Jinkuro’s nose weeds through your tendrils, lips caressing the shell of your ear as he whispers, husky and wanton. “I want to make her cry out in pleasure, louder than the storm outside. Do you think I can?”

you could already feel his hands, moving to the knot that held your kimono on, untying it with ease and precision, as his lips travel down to pepper your sensitive neck with adoring pecks. you nod, embarrassed to admit that you could probably be louder than an earthquake and wetter than a tsunami as long as it were Jinkuro that touched you.

he chuckles, both hands enveloping your small, perky breasts once he peels away the pesky fabric and leaves you exposed to him.”We are already well on our way, it seems.” he murmurs in amusement, upon hearing your happy mewling, your back arching in response to his treatment. thumbs and forefingers seek your nipples, rubbing them between each other until they hardened under his touch, teasing them as he groped your chest. his hands were big enough, palms wide and fingers long, to cover from your ribs up to your collarbones, making it easy for him to swaddle you in a thick, firm blanket of warmth.

there’s a tightening in your lower belly, and a tingling, looking between your thighs as you clamp them tightly together, to keep any potential dampness from leaking out onto the floor and embarrassing you further, but Jinkuro notices this and allows one hand to slip down between your legs, urging you to spread them again. “Mm, is my little hanabira already needy and wet?” he teases with a wide grin, his mouth smearing against your pulse point. his teeth graze your flesh, sending you writhing and whimpering for him with a half-nod to his question. “I’ve only kissed your neck and played with your little titties for a few seconds, and you’re already dripping? Is this going to make you cum already, baby girl?”

you didn’t want it to be so, but you knew it was. your body was seemingly hardwired to cum for him, even from something as simple as kissing your neck and pinching your nipples. “Y-yes…” you answer, sheepishly, turning your head to one side. he has your body pretzeled— propped against his chest, your knees bent and spread wide. with one, massive hand on the inside of one thigh and the other still fondling your breast, he tugs at your earlobe with his teeth playfully, and you started to mew his name. “I— I’m—!”

he exhales, pleased with your trembling, excited and stuttering display when you come undone for him, but it’s only the first time. the first time tonight. the first of many, many more. the hand on your thigh tightens, fingers squeezing your silky, warm flesh. “There’s my good girl,” he purrs in delight, shifting to pull his legs up under him. you’re jostled about amidst your sea of pleasure as he gets to his knees, laying you down on the floor in front of him like a buffet table. “Cumming so easy for me, making me want to spoil you, it won’t be hard at all to make you scream tonight.”

on your back on the floor, you can feel the heat radiating off the kotatsu beside you, but the room itself was no longer cold. you were starting to sweat, every joint tingling with electric excitement when Jinkuro pins your thighs back, urging your knees to your chest. “Let me see your adorable pussy, hana. I want to watch her twitch.” you could feel it happening, your core clenching, wishing you could be milking his cock. Jinkuro leans down, so close that his breath was hot and heavy against your slick, and you squirm, reaching up to gently touch his hair. you want to grab on to it, to pull it, and your needy side wanted to try and smush his face into your cunt, eager to feel his tongue drive you crazy, but you would never have the confidence to be that dominant or demanding, so you sweetly pet at his hair and face with your trembling hands, attempting to show some bashful gratitude for the orgasm. “I know what you want, little girl.” Jinkuro chuckles, raspy, upon feeling your pleading caress, and his eyes twinkle with sordid delight as they flicker up to lock on to yours. “And don’t you worry, I’m going to tongue fuck my hanabira until you’re a squealing puddle.”

and he did just that.

starting with slow, long licks, Jinkuro flattened his tongue against your core, slotting between your weeping folds to drag his tastebuds along every inch of your sensitivity. it was a teasing, almost cruel slowness, but he grunted and groaned muffled against your skin with every swipe of his tongue, as if he were enjoying the most delicious meal he’s ever had.

“L— Lord Jinkuro!” you whimper, your small fist clenching on the side of his head, gripping his hair with more urgency. when his tongue would make it to the sweet spot, the tip would flick at your throbbing button, giving you just enough of a prod to have your thighs jump under his hands, and your breath catch in your throat. “P-please…”

“Please?” Jinkuro repeated, pulling his mouth away only for a moment to quirk a brow up at you. “Please what, baby? Let’s hear you use your words for me.”

but there was only one word that fell from your lips. a breathless, hopeful, “More…”

your benefactor smiled in satisfaction at your obedience, and his head dips, now licking and slurping with much more fervency. his tongue swirling around your clit until you’re seeing stars, both of his hands gripping the backs of your thighs to keep you pinned in place so that he may eat to his heart’s content.

it wasn’t long, however, before your hips began to jut forward, desperate for more stimulation, eager to ride to a second release, and you start to grind yourself towards his nose.

“Greedy, greedy girl.” Jinkuro chuckled in a small breath, before rubbing face flush with your cunt. he was willing to give you whatever you wanted, and what you wanted more than anything, he delivered without a care in the world. his nose bumping against your swollen button as he sucked and licked at your netherlips, before prodding your hole with his tongue, gargling happy, husky sounds the whole time.

“T-thank you! I- oh!”

your second orgasm crept up too fast, you didn’t even time to properly warn him before you were grasping at his hair with both hands, wanting something to hold on to, and trembling with excitement as you unravel on the end of his tongue.

“There’s another big one,” Jinkuro chuckles as he gives you a few, good laps with his tongue as a farewell from his mouth to your cunt, and releases your legs to allow them to drop, your feet finding the floor. he’s panting now, just as hard as you are, and when he sits up on his knees between your legs, he grasps your wrist and pulls your hand down the length of his body. “Look at me, little girl. I’m a fucking mess. Just licking your sweet pussy is enough to have me hard as stone.” your fingers loop into the loose knot holding his own clothes together, and as he moves your hand lower, the knot undoes itself and his robing falls away, joining yours like a pile of wilted flowers on the floor.

he wasn’t lying.

his cock was standing hard and proud, the curve in his thick shaft ensuring that the swollen, pink tip was pointed towards the sky. he wraps your hand around it, groaning as he feels the delightful sensation of your soft, gentle fingers trying to wrap around his base. they don’t reach all the way around— another testament to just how big this man is compared to you. “I want you to do it for me, little girl. Slide my cock into that tight, warm cunt of yours.”

your eyes widen, pouting up at him. you had never done this part before, and the last thing you wanted was your clumsy, innocent nature to ruin this wonderfully erotic evening with your favorite man. “B—but—“

Jinkuto reads the apprehension on your face, and chuckles softly, placing his hands on his hips as he grins down at you, cooing as if consoling. “Stop pouting, hana” before he murmurs, “Just scoot into it, hold me steady, and push up into it.”

it took a moment of inching closer, tentatively balancing on the balls of your feet to push your lower half up and towards him. your hand trembles a bit as you hold on to the base of his cock, less so guiding it to you and more so pushing yourself on to him like he instructed. either way, you manage to find the right position after an embarrassing amount of scooting and squirming, and upon feeling the tip worm its way inside, you both elicit a soft hissing noise.

“Good girl…” Jinkuro muttered, his hungry eyes glued on the tip of his cock when it disappears into you. “Now, let your man do the rest.” both of his hands wrap around your waist, nearly joining at your belly button, and he pulls you closer as his hips rock to feed you more of his cock. your body stretched, appreciative to the familiar intruder, eager to caress each and every throbbing vein as he fell into a steady rhythm. “Perfect girl. My hanabira…”

“Do you think you can give me one more, pretty girl?”

you’re already incredibly sensitive, but you can’t say no. not when he feels too good nested inside of you. so, you nod.

“Yes, sir…!”

Jinkuro gazed down at you as he fucked you, steady and eager to find your sweet spots in your tender depths, his mauve eyes full of love and adoration, his lips parted so he can breathe raggedly through his mouth, and his broad chest heaving, diamonds of sweat running down over each, taut muscle pad underneath his flawless skin. “I‘ll never get bored of you, baby. Never get tired of feeling your tight, little cunt take me so hungrily, milk me so eagerly. Oh, I could fuck you like this ten times a day for as long as I live, and I’d still be amazed at how good you feel.” his eyelids droop, a sign that he’s enjoying himself, and he throbs in your belly, each stroke calculated and skillful, his rhythm perfected. “How’s that, little girl? Feel good?”

you nod, your feet struggling to stay planted on the floor, your shoulders rubbing against it as he moves you back and forth. each time his tip pushes in deep, he batters an incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body and coaxing your climax to rear its head even faster than you thought. “F—feels good, Lord Jinkuro!!” you cry out, your voice cracking as your hands, desperate to cling to him, latch on to his forearms. you have to sink your nails into them to stay grounded. “O-oh, it feels good!!”

“I know, baby,” Jinkuro moans and nods, leaning over you, to press his forehead to yours, wanting to stare directly into your eyes as he took you so passionately. “It feels amazing, fucking you like this.” he whispered in a heavy breath, as if telling you a forbidden secret. “Loving you like this. Fuck, hana, I’m so close. Will you cum for me, little girl?”

you were already so close that you couldn’t say no. with a flustered, “Uh— Mhm!!” your back arches and you try to press your body into his, wanting to mold to his chest, melt into one, ecstatic entity, and your legs hook around his waist to ensure he was right there to hold you through this most intense climax.

“Come on, baby, that’s it, cum as I fill you up…” Jinkuro’s jaw works, gritting his teeth as he talks you through your orgasm, because he himself is having one, too. he’s putting all of the focus on you, on your pleasure, because that is the source of his own. “That’s it…!”

as soon as your walls fluttered around him just right, and your eyes crossed under the sheer weight of all of the euphoria you were experiencing, he couldn’t hold back for another moment. he erupted with a strangled moan of your name, and a familiar, seeping warmth filled the deepest section of your tummy. “J—Jinkuro!”

for several moments after you both finished, you lay there underneath him, panting. he was doing the same, his hands rubbing against your belly whilst he was still inside, feeling how full he made you, and how he still throbs against your spasming walls. his sweat drips down on to your body, and mixes with yours, but the amount of hot, heavy breath like steam in the atmosphere around the two of you is enough to deter you from being cold.

“L-Lord Jinkuro?” you ask, timidly squirming when he finally adjusts his body weight, sliding on to the floor and pulling you close to his chest, instead. you worked hard to keep his cock inside you while he did so, clinging to him as he kisses your forehead.

“What is it, hanabira?”

you weren’t sure if it was inappropriate to ask, but the memory of how full of love his eyes were only moments ago kept replaying over and over in your mind. you got butterflies every time you remembered how he stared into your eyes— admiring you as if you were the only thing in the whole world he’s ever wanted. so, you blurt out. “I- I love you!” and hide your face in his sweaty chest immediately after, half expecting a scolding for even daring to say such a thing.

but, he doesn’t scold you.

he doesn’t even tease you.

he lets out a tender sigh and kisses the crown of your head, mumbling into your hair. “I love you too, hana.”

you didn’t know it until now, but hearing those words was all you’ve ever wanted.

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 — 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!sex worker!reader, obvious warning for sex work, shy!reader, cockwarmimg, exhibitionism, age gap ( reader is 18+ but jinkuro and usui are significantly older), mentions / mocking of religious beliefs, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous. written with the same reader in mind as learn the ropes. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

Jinkuro was your benefactor now, and that came with certain privileges you were almost certain had to be against some set of rules, somewhere, that he chose to ignore for the sake of getting to touch you. while the officer generally spent the majority of his time in the Pleasure District, he’d become glued specifically to the house where you worked, and even more specifically, he’d made sure you were always glued to him.

not that you minded. after all, he was paying for you to live as comfortably as one could in a brothel, without any other customers to concern yourself with; just him.

“They are feeding you well, yes? Giving you all the gifts I send?” he croons, tilting your head up as you perch on his lap. you’d been smearing your lipstick over his collarbone, giving him lazy kisses. you’d heard him send for Usui and figured that you shouldn’t start anything you couldn’t finish before he needed to get to work. you smile, and nod, dipping your chin to kiss at his fingers as if praising them for the silver he counts out to give to you.

“Am I wearing them all, as you requested?”

his dusky, amethyst eyes twinkle, peeking from behind most unruly mauve tendrils, as the line of sight dances over the gems around your throat and sparkling on your earlobes. you had also been sure to dab the perfume he’d sent you on your neck, which he leaned in to sniff at before he planted a kiss on your pulse point. your breath caught in your throat and you leaned back on his lap.

“Like a very, good girl.” he purrs, tracing his tongue over your skin. you imagine he’s sketching the characters of his own name, claiming you further. “Now say thank you.”

you were still not used to being doted on so passionately, so sometimes your gratitude was overwhelmed by bashfulness. “Th—thank you for the gifts, Lord Jinkuro!” you yipped when you felt his teeth scrape at your shoulder. both of his hands pressed against your lower back to rub your bare cunt against his crotch. you could feel the weight of his hard on through the thin fabric that keeps it imprisoned.

you weren’t fully nude, yourself. with your kimono knotted loosely, the shoulders slipped down your arms, creating a heart-shaped neckline to expose the tops of your breasts. and, as you straddled his lap, the split exposed your thighs. you didn’t mind, though, because it was just you and him.

until the screen door slid open. “Isarizawa.” it was Usui’s gentle, but very blunt greeting, before he steps inside, and the woman pushed the screen closed again.

peeking around your shoulder after a moment, you see Usui sitting on his knees, his face an unreadable, yet soft visage. as if he were deep in thought about something that only he could understand. it wasn’t your first time meeting Usui; you’d seen him in passing, as Jinkuro called on him often to meet in the private rooms of the Pleasure House, and you didn’t think he looked as scary as most of the men that came in and out of it. however, there was something just behind the politeness, his genteel way of talking. you couldn’t put your finger on it, but he didn’t seem to be as harmless as his soft features made him look. Jinkuro had only solidified this creeping suspicion when you’d asked him one night, wrapped in his arms, what kind of a man Usui was. ‘He only ever comes to the Pleasure District when you call for him,’ you’d observed, snuggling close to your master with your breasts smashed against his chest. ‘What sort of a man avoids the brothels like he does?’

‘A religious one.’

you wanted to contest that. you’d seen too many monks make their way through the doors that caged you, too many priests. but Jinkuro wore an expression that told you that you didn’t understand what he meant.

‘I’m not fond of hearing you talk about other men,’ he’d taunted, mostly to change the subject as he rolled over on top of you, pinning you to the floor. leaning close, he’d allowed his tiers to ghost over yours before he murmured, ‘Let’s find a task to put that pretty mouth to.’

looking back now, you’d realized that he hadn’t truly been all that jealous, he simply knew something about Usui that he didn’t want to share with you. or, perhaps, they were his own suspicions. you supposed it didn’t matter. Usui was never unkind. though he didn’t smile at you, he did make eye contact, which was more than what most of Jinkuro’s visitors did. usually, they licked their lips as their filthy eyes scraped over your frame when you kept close to Jinkuro’s side. they would, without fail, mention how grateful they would be if he were generous enough to share you at least once, but he’d always refused.

but Usui had never once looked at you like that. he’d never once fixed his mouth to ask for your services. his eyes didn’t linger lower than your face.

“Usui, punctual as ever.” Jinkuro joked, before adding, “It seems like you must’ve already been in the neighborhood.”

Usui didn’t even smile at that. instead, he answered simply. “I try not to keep you waiting, I know how busy you can be.” his eyes flicker from you to Jinkuro, and then back, knowingly.

your cheeks warm up with a tender blush, and you look down to Jinkuro’s pipe on the floor. it was empty. you could make yourself useful and fetch his tobacco. sliding off of his lap, you reach for it, only to find his hands around your waist. “I’m not quite finished with you yet, sweetheart.” he murmured.

“I—“ sheepish, you stand up straight. you’re facing Usui now, your hands reaching down to hold on to Jinkuro’s, “I just thought… I should get something for you to smoke.” you offer, “Allow you a moment of privacy— oh!”

you let out a gasp of surprise when Jinkuro plucks you from your feet and sits you back on his lap, pressing your back to his chest. you brace yourself against his knees, trying to keep your own as tight against his thighs as you could so as to keep from exposing yourself to Usui.

“Smoke?” Jinkuro guffaws.

“She’s quite thoughtful.” Usui observes— it seems that he knows what your true intentions were. to slink out of the room and give them a moment to talk in private. it was as if everything they discussed was confidential, and while you admittedly didn’t understand most of it, you also were somewhat certain you shouldn’t be hearing it. “You must be thrilled to have someone so eager to tend to you.”

Jinkuro quirks a brow. a wicked thought must’ve deeper into his mind due to his throbbing erection that you’ve yet to do anything about. “She’s very good at tending to me,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss at your neck. the tickling sensation distracts you from his shifting, one hand sliding underneath your butt to pull his cock free. “Is that right, little one?”

you’re blushing, embarrassed, but you swoon nonetheless, and nod. “Y—yes sir…”

“Would you like a chance to prove it?”

there’s a moment between his question and the answer you’re given, where you want to ask how you possibly can. however, when you feel the thick tip of his cock, underneath your kimono, slapping at your slick, you stifle a humiliated squeal. “S—sir!” you whisper, eyes big when he slips it in, pulling you back to fit you in place on his lap.

if Usui was watching the display, then he was incredible at hiding any reaction he might’ve had. not even a twitch of his eyebrow as you whimpered, sitting on Jinkuro’s lap, full of thick, hard cock.

Jinkuro rumbles deep in his chest, a pleased moan as he nests, throbbing in your guts, one hand reaching around to tug at the knot holding your clothes together. “Did you know you’re twice as tight when you’re being shy?” he teases, and when the fabric falls aside, exposing your body completely to his guest, you whine. he’s there, though, to suck hard on your neck before his tongue lazes out, tracing a line up to your earlobe so he can moan into it, “Twice as wet, too. Do you enjoy squeezing my cock while Usui watches?”

“It’s… embarrassing…” you mewl, reaching up to shield your breasts from Usui. you weren’t sure why— he wasn’t gawking at them. you would just feel better if you had some sort of shield.

Jinkuro hums, playfully thoughtful, but leans back against the back of the couch, grabbing your wrists to pry your arms from your chest and pin them to your sides. you could feel the tip of him prodding at your belly; you imagined there was a faint lump against it, proving that you were as full as you possibly could be. “What do you think, Usui? Should my little pet be embarrassed?”

Usui doesn’t so much as flinch, “Of course not.” he answers, although you suspect he does so because offending Jinkuro wouldn’t be beneficial for him. his eyes lock on to yours, but his voice is soft and reassuring, “She has nothing to be embarrassed about when she serves her master.”

sheepish, you look away. somehow, that made you feel even more humiliated, knowing he probably doesn’t truly feel that way. if he was as religious as Jinkuro led you to believe, perhaps he found this whole display utterly repulsive. it bothered you that you might never know for sure.

“Perhaps you enjoy watching, Usui.” Jinkuro murmurs. he was teasing him, but there was a hint of maliciousness behind his words. you always knew the two of them had a rather delicate coexistence, though you didn’t know why, but Jinkuro always seemed more stressed than relieved after his meetings with Usui. as if he were on the brink of discovering something horrible that would turn the fragile balance of Nagasaki on its head. “I’ve seen the glances you steal. You must fantasize about being in a position just like me.”

“L—Lord Jinkuro—“ you grip his thighs tightly with your restrained hands. every time he jerks while he talks, or lets out a booming laugh, he jabs into your belly, grinds against your sensitive, interior nerves. you were trying not to moan, loud and pathetic, each time.

Usui doesn’t answer. so, Jinkuro continues. “You can’t tell me that church of yours controls even your thoughts. When you look at something so fuckable, like my precious, little toy here—“ with one hand fleeing to your face, Jinkuro angles it towards Usui, and you blush madly, biting down on your lip to stifle a happy moan when his hips jut forward. whether he meant to or not, it felt good, and your eyelids fluttered. “You want to be the one stretching out her soft, warm pussy. Don’t you?”

Usui stares at your expression, and you notice an inkling of something new in his eyes. the tiniest, briefest glimmer of what could’ve been hunger, when your tongue threatens to hang out of your mouth. your eyes want to cross. just being full of Jinkuro is enough to cause your mind to melt into a state of wanting to be completely fuckdumb. it’s humiliating, but you can’t help it.

“I’ll admit you’re a very lucky man,” Usui says, his tone surprisingly even considering the way his eyes had looked just then. even if it was only for a second, you could feel the intensity behind it, and what intentions might’ve crept into his mind. “But you knew that already. Didn’t you?”

Jinkuro beams, leaning forward again. this time, you squirm on his lap, and call for him again. “I’d be a fool if I didn’t know it.” he muttered, and kisses the side of your mouth.

“Sir… please…”

“Shhh, shh,” he hums, allowing his hand to fall to your hip and hold you in place, flush against his groin. you could feel the heat of his balls smashing against your sex and you know he’s as deep as he can go, it only makes you want to allow your head to drop back and expel a loud, long cry of his name. like you always did. “Be a good girl and endure it for me,” he whispers, like a prayer in your ear. you’re already nodding, trying to convince yourself that you can. “And I’ll fuck your greedy, little cunt so good you’ll see stars once the meeting’s over.”

oh, god, you truly went mad for that promise. your nails dug into his thighs and you nodded again. “Y—yes sir! I’ll—I’ll be good!”

“Always so shy, but I can tell you like to show off, just like I do.” Jinkuro chuckles, and glances at Usui, as if challenging him. “Next time, you should bring your little samurai friend along. The one that always wears that sour look on his face. I’ll put her on back and the two of you can watch her scream when I pound her properly.”

Usui glances, briefly, at you, before looking back at him. his expression doesn’t change, but you get the feeling he’s considering it. he’d already gotten a glimpse of what you looked like desperate, and you can’t deny that for a moment ( if only that ), he looked like he was intrigued.

“It’s certainly worth considering.”

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