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The Proposition (S. Gojo)

pairing: gojo x stripper!femreader

synopsis: you’re a stripper and satoru gojo has taken a liking to you. whenever he comes to see you, he always gets a private dance but tonight he has something else in mind

tws: 18+ mdni!!!!, smut w/ plot!, cheating (gojo is married), somewhat established relationship (gojo comes to see you quite frequently), pet names (baby, princess, good girl), nippleplay, oral (f + m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, semi public sex (private room at a strip club), mentions of alcohol wc: ~4,600

a/n: i haven’t written smut in so long so pls bare with me. i had a black woman in mind when i wore this but descriptions are ethnicity neutral :) i’m thinking abt maybe making this into a mini series? anyway, i hope you enjoy

It was a typical Tuesday night at the strip club, slow with a few men coming in here and there. Mondays and Tuesdays were typically slow, considering the weekend had come and gone. You had already done a few dances, but since it was slow you had only garnered about $100. It was so little, even for a Tuesday night. The night before you were able to gain just under $300. If this was a sign as to how the week was going, you were certainly screwed. You had bills coming up and you weren’t sure how you were going to pay them. You let out a sigh and push your thoughts away. You had to focus on making the most you could, so you went to freshen yourself up before your next stage set. You’re fixing your makeup when your friend enters the room unexpectidly.

“That guy with the sunglasses is looking for you.” She says approaching the mirror.

You scoff in reply. Satoru Gojo. One of richest men, if not the richest man, in the city had become one of your semi-regulars. He’d come in about once a week to see you and he was always wearing those stupid sunglasses in the club.

“He can wait.” You say as you continue to touch up your makeup in the mirror.

“You really don’t care, do you?” Your friend laughs.

You shrug. Gojo always tipped you better than any customer that came in, but it was never enough to make you fall to your knees. You weren’t one to complain, though. Money was money and you definitely needed it.

“Not in the least bit.” You say moving on from your makeup and fixing your hair.

“The richest man in the city is obsessed with you and you don’t care?”

“I’d hardly say he’s obsessed with me.” You reply. Your friend kisses her teeth.

“I’d beg to differ. The only reason he comes in is to see you.” She says. “He’s obsessed. I bet you could easily be with the richest woman in the city.”

You laugh at her.

“Be serious.” You say doing your last touchups. “Isn’t he married anyway?”

Your question didn’t really mean much, though. Married men came in all the time, it was nothing strange to you. Your friend shrugs.

“I think he’d leave her for you.” She says with a smile. You laugh and turn towards her.

“How do I look?”

“Sexy. I can see why he’s obsessed with you.” She says, after giving you the once over.

“He’s not obsessed with me.” You reply easily. “Okay. Back out I go.”

You make your way to exit the dressing room and your friend calls after you.

“If you don’t want him, I’ll take him!”

You simply shake your head and exit the room.

As you walk out to the floor, the music is loud, the lights dim, and there are a couple of men scattered across the club. Honestly, you had grown used to club life and there were aspects of it that you actually enjoyed. You loved dancing and loved the persona you created when you were performing. Sure it was exhausting, but you got a thrilling rush of adrenaline when you danced. You liked how the men’s eyes swept over your body, wanting something they’d never be able to have. All of them were fawning over the false fantasy you sold.

You approach the stage and swap places with one of the other girls, ready to start your set. The dj announces your stage name and you plaster your face with the most angelic smile. You start your set by walking around the pole a few times and your attention is captured by bright white hair. Gojo’s smiling and despite the sunglasses covering his eyes, you know he’s staring directly at you. You do your best not to roll your eyes and begin dancing.

Suddenly, the music takes over you and the way you dance and swirl around the pole is effortless. You can hear the men watching you get excited as you swing yourself around on the pole and do a few tricks.

A few men hand you bills while you’re dancing, but most of them just watch. There were two types of men that watched, those that watched because they had no money to give and then there were those that watched and tipped you afterwards. You always found the former annoying. You couldn’t stand the ones that only paid the entry fee and then didn’t have anything else to give. Why were they here if they didn’t have money? Satoru, however, was the latter. He watched you and then would book a private dance with you. He did this every time he came to the club, without fail.

You continue dancing, stripping off your lingerie in the process. You found your way to the floor and roll your body sensually, watching the men as their eyes rake over your body. You smirk at them and proceed through your floor routine. You click your heels together, gaining more of their attention. You fan your legs open, putting your pussy on display, before closing your legs and moving to your knees. In that moment, your eyes find Gojo, and you swear you saw him bite his lip for a split second.

As you finish your set, a few more men hand you more bills and you thank them before exiting the stage. When you return to the dressing room you immediately gulp down water. You did your best not to show it when you were performing, but dancing took a toll on your body. As much as you loved it, it was exhausting. Honestly, you were tired and ready to go home. So, you stuff your money into your bag and pull out a change of clothes. You’re pulling your shirt over your head when you’re suddenly interrupted.

“Y/N, that guy wants to see you.” the house mom says coming in. You let out a huff.

“Well, tell him I said fuck off. I’m not in the mood to see him tonight.” You reply. It was a slow night and you were ready to leave. You just wanted to pour yourself a glass of wine and relax for the rest of the night.

“He says he’ll give you double what he gave you last time if you come see him.”

Double?

You consider it for a moment. You had been complaining all night about how it had been slow and now here was an opportunity for you to make up for it. The last time he was here, Gojo had paid for his dance and tipped you $500. If you saw him tonight then he would pay you a grand. You did really need the money. You let out a sigh.

“Tell him, I’ll be there in 5.”

After freshening up and pulling on a new lingerie set, you make your way to the private room Satoru always booked. You shove open the door and find Satoru sitting on the sofa with his legs spead wide open, facing the small stage. You make your way over to Satoru and sit on the stage across from him.

“What do you want Gojo? I’m not really in the mood.“ You say annoyed.

When Gojo booked a private dance with you the first time you kept the angelic persona he originally saw on stage, but that soon faded when Gojo started booking more private dances with you. He kept riling you up and one day you finally snapped at him. You were taken aback at the fact that you had lost your calm and you were sure Gojo wasn’t going to book with you anymore, but in that moment he only chuckled and told you “I like this you better.”. After that, you didn’t use your false persona around him.

“Now, that’s no way you should speak to your best customer.” Gojo replies with a smirk on his face. You roll your eyes.

“Tell me what you want, Gojo.”

Gojo motions for you to come closer to him and you eye him for a moment. You really weren’t in the mood for this, but the thought of money flashes across your mind and you make your way over to him. You stand between Gojo’s legs and his fingers trace lingerie on your body. Customers weren’t allowed to touch dancers, even during a private dance, but on account of Gojo tipping you so much, you allowed him to sneak in a few touches here and there. Though, he had only grown bolder the more he saw you.

“I like this set on you.” He whispers quietly, still tracing the lingerie. Behind his sunglasses, you’re sure his eyes are dragging against your body.

“You’re really starting to piss me off, Gojo.”

Gojo lets his hands fall down to his sides and he smirks at you.

“Dance for me, baby.” He says in a sultry tone.

You oblige, but only because he was paying you double your usual. You begin swirling your hips around and dancing for him. You grind gently into Gojo and throw your head back against his shoulder as you roll your body. This position leaves your neck exposed and you feel Gojo’s lips gently brush against your neck and then your ear. This, however, doesn’t faze you. Gojo always got too close to you.

“I have a proposition for you.” He whispers against your ear.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

You’d become used to the games that Gojo played with you. He’d liked playing games with you and saying outlandish things to see your reaction.

“You sure you want to hear it?” He says brushing your thighs gently.

“Just spit it out, Gojo.” You say as you continue to swirl your hips around him. His breath tickles your neck and even though, Gojo said outlandish things all the time, you’re surprised at what comes out his mouth.

“Let me fuck you.”

You freeze your movements. Gojo had always made suggestive comments to you all the time, but he’d never actually said he wanted to fuck you.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Come on, princess. Let me show you a good time.” Gojo says, slowly drawing a line from your knee to your hip.

“I’m not going to let you fuck me, Gojo.” You say and continue with your dance. This had to be another one of his games.

“Why not? I promise, I’ll take good care of you.” Gojo says, resting his hands on your hips.

“You’re not fucking me, Gojo.” You say, swaying your hips side to side. “Definitely not for free, anyway.”

“Oh?” Your statement had piqued Gojo’s interest. “So how much would it take? A grand? Maybe five?”

You scoff.

“Aren’t you married?” You ask and Gojo laughs humorlessly.

“You think I’d be here with you if I cared about her?”

“Stop toying with me.”

“Oh baby, I can do a lot better than this.”

Your dance has led you back to being face to face with him. Gojo was wearing a boyish smirk. He licks his lips before speaking again.

“So tell me, how much would it take to feel your pretty pussy squeezing my cock?” Gojo asks, tapping his finger against your abdomen.

You consider it for a moment. Five grand was a lot of money and you really did need the money. And it’s not like Gojo was some sleaze, propositioning you. He was actually attractive from what you could tell, would it really be that bad to let him? It would only be one time, right? And it wasn’t like you were the one that suggested it…

“Five grand. In cash.” You say, eyeing him carefully. You still weren’t entirely sure if he was messing with you or not.

“Done.” Gojo replies a little too quickly. You tilt your head to the side.

“Stop playing games with me, Gojo.” You say.

Gojo reaches up to his face and pulls off his sunglasses. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cerulean blue eyes, staring directly into yours. Gojo came in to see you quite frequently, but you’d never seen his eyes. He was always wearing those stupid sunglasses. Now you understood why. You hated to admit it, but his eyes were gorgeous.

“I’m serious.” He says, not looking away from you. You decide to look away instead.

“Five grand.” You say, still not looking at him. “With the double you promised earlier.”

Gojo laughs quietly, but through the corner of your eye, you can see him nod.

“Anything you want princess.”

You return your gaze to him and Satoru is looking at you with desire in his eyes.

“Okay.” You say, agreeing to his proposition.

Gojo’s mouth was on yours in an instant. His lips are soft against yours and you can taste a trace of gin on his tongue. He kisses you with ferocity and it’s almost as if he’s trying to swallow you whole. Gojo pulls away from your lips and kisses your jaw gently, before making his way to your neck. His hands trail down your body while he nips at your neck. The feeling of his hands on you is exhilarating and you let out a soft moan when his lips find your sweet spot. He carefully slips his hand behind your back and unclasps your bra. Gojo cups your newly freed breasts and kneads at them. You can’t control the moan that slips out as he gently circles your nipples with his thumbs.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting to do this for so long.” Gojo whispers, brushing his lips across your jaw.

He continues to toy with your nipples, pinching and pulling at them lightly and then running his thumbs over to soothe the sensation. He trails his lips down your neck and collarbones before peppering kisses along your breast and slipping your nipple into his mouth. Gojo pinches and twists one nipple while swirling his tongue around and sucking the other. You can’t stop the lewd noises from coming out your mouth. The way his tongue flicked against your nipple was sending you into a daze. Gojo lets your nipple fall out of his mouth with a pop before pinching and gently tugging at it.

“You’re making such pretty noises for me, baby.”

You want to say something smart back, but you’re unable to as Gojo picks you up and places you on the stage. Gojo traces a teasing finger around each of your breasts, down your stomach, and drags it agonizingly slow up and down your thighs. You involuntarily shudder at his touch. You rub your thighs together hoping for some sort of relief.

“Gojo if you’re going to do something, do it already.” You say, not appreciating the way he was teasing you.

“It’s Satoru.” He says, giving your nipple a rough pinch. You whine in response. “And for five grand, I think I’ll take my time with you.”

His hands trail lazily down your body once more before pulling your panties off and shoving your legs open roughly. Satoru positions himself between your legs and uses his thumbs to gently spread your lips a part.

“So pretty.” He says before using one of his thumbs to gently massage your clit. You can’t help the whimper that slips out of your mouth.

“You like that, princess?” Satoru asks, looking at you with a smirk. He continued teasing your clit and you didn’t want to admit it, but Satoru’s touch was intoxicating. You wanted more.

“Satoru, please.” You whine.

That awakes something in Satoru and he quickly attaches his mouth to you, causing you to arch your back. Satoru uses an arm to pin you down under him and teasingly swipes his tongue up your folds. You let out a sigh at the feeling of his tongue on you. Satoru swirls his tongue around your clit, licks up your folds, and then dives his tongue into your hole. You whine at the feeling of his tongue lolling against you.

“F-fuck Satoru. D-don’t s-stop.”

Satoru takes this as an invitation to replace his tongue with his finger and moves his tongue to your aching clit. Satoru teases his finger out of your dripping hole and then adds a second. He pumps his fingers in and out of you and sucks gently on your clit.

“Feels so good.” You manage to slur our through your whines.

Satoru begins pumping his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace, and makes a come hither motion with his fingers. You’re a mewling mess under him and you can feel your high approaching.

“‘m g-gonna cum.” You manage to strangle out, completely focused on the pleasure Satoru is giving you.

Not long after you’re tumbling over the edge, spewing profanities. If it wasn’t for the loud music in the club, everyone would’ve heard you. Satoru continues to suck gently on your clit even after your high. You’re still sensitive, but that didn’t stop him from lapping up the mess you had made.

Satoru finally comes up and smiles at you. His smile stirs something deep in your core.

“Such a good girl for me.” He whispers before enveloping you in a kiss.

His tongue dances with yours, making sure you can taste every drop of yourself.

Satoru pulls away from your lips and gently strokes your cheek and then carefully traces your lips with his fingers. He pulls your bottom lip down with his middle finger and then slides his middle finger and ring finger into your mouth with ease.

“Suck.”

You’re taken by surprise at first, but then start sucking gently on his fingers. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and continue sucking. Satoru lets out a groan when you suck a little too roughly.

“Fuck, I wanna feel that pretty mouth wrapped around me.” Satoru says, pulling his fingers from your mouth. When he does a string of saliva follows and falls down your chin.

You watch as Satoru quickly frees himself and your eyes widen. You didn’t want to admit it but his cock was gorgeous. Satoru notices you staring and chuckles.

“Think you can take all of me?” Satoru asks cockily, tilting his head to the side. You quickly regain your composure and roll your eyes at him.

“Easily.” You reply. Satoru let’s out a chuckle and looks down at you.

“That mouth of yours is really going to get you into trouble, you know.” Satoru says as he strokes himself gently. You watch as his hand travels up and down his length. You swallow deeply and thoughts of him in your mouth quickly flood your mind. You lick your lips at the thought of him throatfucking you.

“Get on your knees for me.” Satoru commands and you oblige immediately.

Satoru positions himself in front of you and taps the head of his cock on your lips. You wrap your lips around him and run your tongue along the underside of his cock. Satoru lets out a quiet moan and you feel your core heat at the sound. You lower your head as far as it’ll go and take what you can’t fit in your mouth in your hand. You glance up to Satoru and your eyes meet his as you force your head down his cock. Satoru’s eyes are suddenly clouded with lust and all of a sudden his hands are on your head, shoving your mouth further down on his length. He throws his head back and lets out the most attractive moan you’ve ever heard. Something about seeing him that way only made you want to pleasure him more. Satoru continued to guide your head and thrusted in and out of your mouth. Your mouth was slick with saliva and you could feel drool running down your chin. You were completely focused on the feeling of him in your mouth and the lewd noises coming from his. You hollow your cheeks and Satoru let’s out a deep groan.

“F-fuck, princess.” Satoru says, thrusting into your mouth roughly. You gag as he slightly hits the back of your throat. Satoru continues his assault on your throat for a moment, then pulls out with a hiss.

“As much as I’d like to fill that mouth of yours, I need to feel your pretty pussy wrapped around me.” Satoru says. “Lie on your back for me.”

You do as he instructs and watch as Satoru yanks his shirt off and throws it somewhere in the room. Your eyes immediately rake over his toned body. You hated admitting it but, fuck, he was attractive. You’re taking in every inch of his body and Satoru notices you staring.

“Not having second thoughts are you, princess?”

You shake your head.

“Good.”

Satoru runs his tip against your entrance teasingly, before gently pushing in the head. You gasp at the contact and Satoru let’s out a groan. You can feel your walls clench around his length as he slowly sinks inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re even better than I imagined.” Satoru hisses through clenched teeth.

Satoru pulls back, leaving just the tip in, before pushing back inside you. He continues thrusting in and out of you gently. With each thrust your walls squeeze him, not wanting him to pull out.

You couldn’t control the whimpers coming out of you. Satoru felt so good inside of you. Your thoughts were completely focused on his cock dragging against your walls. He was filling you up just the way you needed. Satoru thrusts into you roughly and leans over you so that your body is flush with his. He continues fucking you as he peppers kisses along your neck and up to your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you, until all you can say is my name.”

Your insides twitch at his words and Satoru quickly picks up his pace, thrusting into you more fervently. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping and the slick sound of his cock diving in and out of your wet cunt. Thank heavens for the loud music at the club, or everyone would’ve heard the way Satoru was fucking you into oblivion.

Your eyes are rolled into the back of your head and Satoru’s loving every second of it. He lifts your leg to angle deeper inside you and slows his pace, fucking your deeper.

“F-fuck baby. You’re squeezing me so good.” Satoru groans.

He continues his agonizingly slow thrusts and takes note of the way you’re whining under him.

“Who’s making you feel this good?” Satoru asks, smirking down at you.

Your hands run against the stage trying to find something to grip onto, but your efforts are fruitless. Satoru continues his slow thrusts and it’s hard for you to focus on forming words with the way Satoru’s fucking you. Suddenly, Satoru pulls back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside you and you whine at the loss of him filling you up. You roll your hips in an effort to get him to fill you once more, but it’s hopeless. Satoru just smiles at your cock drunk state.

“Answer me and I’ll keep fucking you.”

Your cunt throbs at the idea of him fucking you more.

“Y-you are s-Satoru.” You stutter out, wanting to feel his cock inside of you again.

“There’s my good girl.”

And with that Satoru thrusts into you once more and somehow, you feel more full than you did before. He pumps in and out of you with perfect rhythm and with each thrust you feel your high building and building.

“G-gonna cum. F-fuck, ‘toru don’t stop.” You slur out.

Satoru can tell you’re close by the way your walls are tightening around his cock. His fingers quickly find your clit, making figure eights in order to guide you over the edge. The way his cock is slamming in and out of you and the feeling of his fingers on you sensitive spot is dizzying. It’s no wonder you’re a moaning mess when the pleasure comes crashing down on you.

“That’s a good girl.” Satoru praises you.

He curses at the way your walls are clenching around him. He watches as you roll your hips against him, riding out your high. You’re moaning his name and it’s sending him into a frenzy. His thrusts become sloppy and a moment later, he quickly pulls out of you, stroking his cock. Satoru pumps his cock a few times before cursing and shooting his load onto your stomach.

You watch as Satoru breathes heavily, lets out a huff and collapses on the stage next to you. He traces your collarbone with his finger and then strokes your cheek gently. You turn your head to face him and are met with those mesmerizing blue eyes. His white hair falls carefully over his features and you take that moment to admire him. Your eyes run over his features taking every detail of him, appreciating how beautiful he is, but the appreciation completely dies when he opens his mouth.

“Want to go for round two?” Satoru asks, with the same boyish grin he had earlier. You scoff and slap his chest playfully.

“Absolutely not.”

“What? Are you going to pretend that you weren’t moaning my name as I fucked that pretty pussy of yours?” Satoru asks, tracing teasing circles on your hip. You swat his hand away.

“I was totally faking it.” You reply, jokingly.

“Liar.” Satoru fires back, lips still tugged up in a smirk.

It falls quiet for a moment before Satoru speaks again.

“Is there anything around you can use to clean up?” Satoru asks, referring to the mess he made on your stomach.

“Pretty sure, there’s some paper towels in that closet over there.” You say, pointing to the door in the back of the room.

Satoru quickly moves from his place next to you and over to the closet. He rummages around before pulling out a roll of paper towels and making his way back to you. When Satoru passes you the roll you thank him and begin cleaning up his mess on your stomach. As you’re wiping away the mess, you watch as Satoru pulls on his clothes and replaces his sunglasses.

“We should do this again, sometime.” Satoru says, smirking. You can tell his eyes have a playful glint even though his sunglasses cover them. You scoff and roll your eyes.

“This was definitely a one time thing.” You say and move to put your lingerie back on. “I only did it because you were paying me.”

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t enjoy it.” Satoru says, watching as you pull your panties and bra back on.

“Where’s my money, Gojo?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. Satoru frowns at you.

“I told you to call me Satoru.” He says.

“Fine. Where’s my money, Satoru?” You correct yourself. Satoru motions for you to come closer to him and you do.

“I really do like this color on you.” Satoru says, playing with the band of your panties.

“Satoru.” You say firmly.

“It’ll be waiting for you on your car when you leave.” He says, still playing with your panties. His thumb traces circles on your hip.

“How do you know what car I drive? And what if someone takes it off my car before I get to it?”

“No one’ll take it.” Satoru reassures you. He rests his hands on your hips.

“Okay, and how do you know what kind of car I drive?” You ask again. Satoru shrugs.

“I’ve seen you leave the club a few times.” Satoru admits. You eye him carefully.

“Don’t tell me I just fucked my stalker.”

Satoru laughs and shakes his head.

“Not stalking, promise. I’ve thought about stopping by more often, but you were always leaving when I got here.” Satoru explains.

“Yeah, I totally believe that.” You say, moving away from Satoru and making your way towards the door.

“We should do this again.” Satoru calls after you once more. You roll your eyes and turn back around to see him smirking.

“In your dreams Satoru.”

“Most definitely princess.”

[thimiko]

Mari, 23, she/they, hopeless

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Imagining

The things to know: AFAB! Reader, M. Masturbation, F. Masturbation, perverted! kyojuro, creampie (cant rlly call it breeding now can i?) kink

Pairing: Rengoku x Reader

W/C: 1.3k

A/N: I did a poll asking what y'all wanted to see once I finished my Haganezuka fic and my semi-joke option won (I was rooting for shinjuro but a pue). I didn't finish that one yet but I figured it'd be good to get this out regardless. Since this isn't your typical smut fic, I went a little extra with the details to make up for the lack of reader presence. Also for the folks that voted for Shinjuro...do you want head? ANYWAY ENJOY

Words/Phrases to know: Kakebuton - the duvet of a futon

This is submitted for @renhoeku's Rengoku Birthday Collab!

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Knit, unruly and thick dark eyebrows adorned the flushed and sweaty face of the Flame Pillar, incandescent and powerful half-lidded eyes trained on the ceiling, however he wasn’t taking in the appearance of the wooden beams. His kakebuton that was pulled just below his chin acted as almost perfect cover for the private, intimate act he was performing; his hand creating the puffed up lump in the covers that jumped at a steady pace. With a soft inhale, Kyojuro swallowed thickly, rehydrating his throat that was left dry due to his agape mouth. A broken yet barely audible groan escaped into the hot air of the room as Kyojuro felt slight shockwaves traverse through his muscular body; an early sign of the moment that was to come. 

The Flame pillar never really did this, pleasuring himself in the dead of night while his loved ones slept in rooms nearby. But as of late, he couldn’t help it. How could he when all of his morning and night thoughts were filled with nothing but you; his body showcasing it in his underwear every time he rose and every time he crawled under the warm sheets of his futon. Your addicting scent, your captivating smile, your melodious laughter that made even the birds in the sky envious. Your eyes that were never empty; always holding copious amounts of emotion that made his flamed heart burn even brighter. Kyojuro’s hips bucked slightly upwards into his warm palm as a certain cherished memory entered his lust filled mind. 

You came to the seaside with him and his brother one hot summer day; the cold salt water of the sea embracing you both while Senjuro stayed on land. It was merely by accident and Kyojuro didn’t mean anything by it, honest, but as he waded in the relaxing water he had lost his footing due to the strong pull back of the tide and collapsed onto you. The whole ordeal would have been nothing more than a simple mistake if it weren’t for the compromising position you both found yourselves in; his waist wedged perfectly in between your delectable legs, his muscular arms caging your head. Since then, that memory has plagued his mind almost every morning and absolutely every night. 

An airy groan that was a bit louder than he had anticipated slipped from his throat as the image of you gazing down on him with a love filled look entered his mind. 

“Shit..” The low spoken vulgar word slipped out in a sigh as Kyojuro felt himself sink into delusion. The ceiling seemed to disappear from his eyes as the imagery of you raising and lowering your nude body in time with his hand filled his vision. Kyojuro could no longer feel the callouses from his hand rub against his shaft, instead the once hard touch taking on a more warm and soft tone. Fiery eyes nearly blurred at the delusion of your breasts moving with every pump of his hand, his pectorals could practically feel the weight of your delicate hands. An almost mute moan passed through his lips as he imagined the feather soft touch of your lips peppering his neck with kisses. 

As his flame colored hair stuck to his neck and forehead with sweat, another cherished and private memory filled his thoughts. 

You were both on a joint mission, resting at a wisteria house for the night before continuing on your journey. Kyojuro had only passed by your room to reach his, however his silent footsteps stopped in their tracks when his ears picked up on your voice through the shoji. Straining to hear, Kyojuro’s owl-like eyes opened even wider once he heard the sweet little moans escape your mouth; soft squelching noise accompanying them. Kyojuro bit his lip as it fully dawned on him the intimate act you were doing, feeling himself get harder and harder with every whimper.

The sliver of light from your slightly open shoji landed on his face as he repositioned his stance, his eyes trained on the mesmerizing view before him. With your eyes shut and your exposed nipples erect, your body was splayed bare facing his direction however you were too lost in your lust to feel his presence. Your legs were spread wide apart and Kyojuro honed his sight onto your enticing cunt; the body part gaping open as your fingers danced and played with your swollen clit as well as sink into the wet opening. 

He felt so wrong doing this, standing just outside the thin sliding door that separated the two of you, palming himself through his now undone yukata. But, alas, the tingling and warm eroticism of the situation overpowered his sense of common decency. A more primitive, carnal part of him wanted to walk in on you, to offer his help to the sexual predicament you found yourself in, but Kyojuro wasn’t too far gone to actually follow through with such a thought. Instead, he stayed there, exposed to the empty hallway for all to see his inappropriate actions. He couldn’t hold back the immediate release he felt when he heard your moans carry a more airy and higher pitched tone, hawk-like gaze drinking in the contractions your body did while your creamy nectar oozed out. He remembered how scandalous it felt, wiping up the wasted cum that fell onto the floor and quickly leaving before he was caught. He felt strange, thinking back, of the immense disappointment he felt knowing that his cum would’ve been better utilized if dripping from your cunt rather than pool onto the wooden floor.

With his other hand twitching as it rested on his abs, Kyojuro couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards as his orgasm traveled closer and faster. He would give anything to run his hands over the dips and curves of your body, to taste the flavor of your lips. His mouth practically watered at the thought of tasting the divine nectar that would ooze from your pussy as his rough hands found a home wedged in the fold of your hips, your legs resting on his broad shoulders. He wanted to sink into your warm embrace as he pistoned inside of you with fervor. He wanted to feel and see the plumpness of your ass ripple as he gave your gummy walls the rough and abusive treatment it deserved. 

As if a giant bubble popped in boiling water, Kyojuro’s head craned backwards on his pillow as his orgasm finally arrived; restrained grunts rumbling from his throat. “F-fuuck..” Slowly and quietly rolled from his mouth as he relished in the uncontrollable moment. His eyes were screwed shut as he felt the warmth of his seed splatter and decorate his pelvis, drops of it traveling down his exhausted hand. His body twitched as the once restricting pressure that inhabited his body exited with force, his chest heaving with every hard breath that left his nose. Fingers from his idle hand ran through his messy hair before resting under his head as his other hand kept moving, trying his hardest to ride out the powerful orgasm to the fullest. With a labored sigh, Kyojuro’s eyes unshielded themselves and took in the disappointing view of the ceiling.

His thumb languidly traveled over his tip in a repetitive motion, absentmindedly spreading his seed on his sensitive tip as he sank deeply into his thoughts. He had to have you; to taste you, to fill you with his sticky, white cum over and over again. Of course, the lust that he had for you was merely a portion of the intense and passionate emotions he had for you. But when the noise of crickets filled the stagnant night air and sleep didn’t find him just yet, Kyojuro couldn’t help but imagine lustful images of you.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

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[hiagainyou]

I want a shy boy

{ ღ cw: dom reader/sub character, feminization and corruption kink if you squint }

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Maybe it's the nervousness ya know? The innocence that makes my corruption kink go into full throttle.

It's the progression, the buildup, that always gets me.

The flustering from small compliments, that nervous finger fidget or scratch at the nape of his neck and a cute little smile, or how he tries to hide a smile when you hold hands for the first time in public like he isn't nervous to show you off anymore.

Going from linking pinkies to kissing in public? Like it's cute, trying to steal one when no one's looking or nudging me into a little hideaway just so he can kiss me deeper

I'd have to tease him over it, it's the law actually. How he looks at me with those eyes, all soft and lovey and begging for my lips to press up against his but I act none the wiser. Don't give him what he wants until he asks, no matter how many times he tugs at my clothes or pouts.

"Please?"

"Please what? I can't read your mind honey~"

The little huff of frustration when he sees the glint in my eye.

It's adorable, he's adorable.

Even cuter when I start to sink my teeth into him, leave not so innocent touches that make him twitch or kiss up his neck nice and slowly just to whisper all that filth into his ear.

"You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you?"

And

"You're all mine, aren't you princess?"

Feeling his grip on my hips tighten, how he nods dumbly wen I asks if he wants me, if he needs me, whimpers when I kiss him and whines when I pull away.

He's just so cute, the cutest little baby💕

How he gets bolder in public, tugs me into a bathroom all teary and says how badly he needs it and how he can't wait until we get home.

"Please baby? Please please please, just once? Let me cum once?"

Watching him bite his lip and scrunch up his face, eyes closed tight while his hips eagerly meet mine. Grinding down on him just the way he likes to pull a moan from those pretty full lips. Gettin' him so pussy drunk and dumb that he stops trying to be quiet, so caught up on chasing his high he doesn't hear the way his voice bounces off the walls in a lewd symphony. Every "don't stop", "please", and choked "baby" only making me wanna fuck him faster.

How he holds me tight when he finishes, face buried in my neck as he whimpers a thank you, give him a sweet kiss after he's done trembling and take his big hand in mine.

"Look at the mess you made, how are you gonna clean it up huh?"

[sightoru]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓! ☆・*。adult. they/he. queer. 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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[hiagainyou]

{ ღ cw: suggestive fluff, waxing poetic about f/o's and love, being cherished by someone, the word fuck used once, implied sex}

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Most people think that the first time is the only time that they're soft with you, that once the moment's lost they'll fuck you into oblivion and nothing less. That the first time is designated to be soft, loving, gentle, and that they can only be that gentle on special occasions like an anniversary or a birthday. When really every moment is a special moment with you. The simple fact of you being here, of you existing beside them and cherishing them as though they sculpted the very Earth you walk on. Everything about you is cherished, every tender moment overflowing with their love, every soft sigh and pout of your perfect lips etched into their memory and admired in the busy hustle and bustle of your lives. They love you, belittling you to just a vessel to relieve their desires is a disgrace upon your being