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ummmm the blurb prompt "i dont think you'll last much longer, dont you?" with yuen pls fhshdhshdsh idk if that's taken or not yet but at least me say it thru the asks ><)

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), villain!fem!reader, fuck or die, coercion, dub con ( for usui ) and consensual turned noncon ( for reader ), rough sex, overstimulation to blackout mention, murder threats, all characters featured are aged 18+

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

“I truly hope all of that cock isn’t just for show,” you’d examined the man that stood before you, stripped of his garb, admired every ridge in his abdomen, every rolling hill of muscle in his arms and legs. and, you’d nearly swooned at the sight of his cock— it lay limp at the moment, kissing his right thigh, thick and long, with a sparse bed of silver hair at the sturdy base. but the real question wasn’t if his cock was big and beautiful— it was it the devout hostage could use it. “I’ve fucked enough religious men to know they flounder,” you waved your manicured nails in the air, flippantly smacking your crimson pout, “they cum much too soon. You are quite the specimen, but is that all you are?” he doesn’t answer you, his face neither hard nor gentle, but as flat and emotionless as a painting. you sigh, and stand, heels clicking as you saunter over to him, the visage of a lioness stalking a gazelle. you believed him to be weak, helpless ( a severe underestimation that you would pay for dearly ). you grab hold of his face, enjoying the feeling of the softness of his warm, fleshy cheek giving way to your sharpened claws, and he doesn’t so much as make a sound. however, his sharp eyes glowered at you. your voice drops to a sultry whisper. “If you can’t satiate me… your poor Revengers will all die. And I’ll start with the brat.”

you never expected how much you would come to regret provoking him.

“F—fuck!”

it was all you could muster— a broken word, never meant to cross such pure lips as the ones you were meant to possess, but you couldn’t bite your tongue. your nails bit and scrounged at the sheets, tearing at the fabric as your eyes roll back.

you couldn’t have expected his hips to be so powerful, so mechanic and precise in their thrusting. aside from his breathing getting ragged above you, he made little noise. a faint sigh of pleasure as your walls gripped him particularly tight, if the swollen head of his cock battered a nerve bundle, but that was it.

“S—slow down!”

but he wasn’t.

Usui had both of his hands on the mattress, his forearms scraping against your hips as he keeps himself firmly leveled behind you, the force of his rutting jostling you about underneath you. you could only hear your own screams, and the sound of your slick slapping against his taut, lower abdomen each time your body ricocheted back to smash your ass against him.

“I’ve already cum three times!” you reach underneath your own body, to slip your hand between your thighs and push your fingertips against his legs as he plowed into you, “You’re going to r-ruin my c—cunt!” you could feel your pussy drooling cum on to your wrist, and you mewled, eyelids fluttering. you couldn’t tell if all of the essence belonged to you.

if it didn’t, then Usui had already cum, too, but showed no signs of even slowing his brutal pace.

“Was I not meant to satisfy you, High Priestess?” Usui’s voice is surprisingly level, despite the ferocity at which he fucked you. his head drops, lips coasting along the shell of your ear as he whispers in a raspy breath, “You don’t seem satiated just yet. Your cunt still milks me, your back still arches to accept my pounding down on you.” your eyes roll back as he speak, head rolling against your shoulders, and jaw slack. helpless, little whimpers for mercy escape your swollen lips, in tandem with small, spit bubbles. “Your body still begs to be conquered like this, even if your mind says you can’t take another inch. Until you can no longer lift your ass up to meet the weight of my thrust, I don’t think you’re truly satisfied.” the sheer skill of Usui’s love was enough to send you over the edge, but now the relentless nature in which he keeps you there is too much for you to handle. the never ending plowing of his body into yours, and the way the thick tip of his cock seems to barrel through to assault your most sensitive clusters of raw nerves, has you swirling in an abyss of unbridled euphoria.

“Y—you— going to… r—ruin—“

each time your body sucks his cock in to the hilt, you spasm beneath him, fucked to your limit and beyond.

Usui seems neither overjoyed nor annoyed by your protests, but his pace doesn’t change, his body hunkering closer to your back, rubbing firm muscle against it. “I don’t think you’ll last much longer, will you? ” he asks; if he were trying to taunt you, you couldn’t tell. “Your pleasure has already overridden your mind, but it’s about to break your body, as well. You’re going to black out.” his voice was like a swaddle of warm, engulfing your cloudy mind, and you shake your head— losing your words completely. for the first time, you could hear the hint of amusement in his tone, as if there were a ghost of a smile on his lips as they formed the syllables he whispers in your ear, “There will come a time, my dear Priestess, that someone you’ve wronged will bite the gold for you. And I will force you to repent for all of your wicked acts. Remember that when your body goes limp beneath mine, and your vision darkens. I will kill you for this one day.”

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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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