Hey, I just wanted to say i adore your writing so much, it's so descriptive and never fails to get a reaction out of me! If it's okay for me to ask, (headcanons or scenario, i don't mind!) perhaps a dom! mc somehow acquiring modern sex toys to use, maybe on Yukimura, Ieyasu and/or Hideyoshi? Feel free to have fun with it!
You are so sweet to say that! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I’m really happy to hear that my writing has such an effect on you -- after all, that’s something I always hope to achieve in my writing. I hope that you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I absolutely love dom! MC, especially writing a dom! MC with Hideyoshi haha. ≧◡≦ Also I don’t know why I always write Yuki with butt stuff but uhhhhm...! Hope you like it! ♡
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It takes a while for him to relax under your touch, but the soothing feeling of your hands rubbing his shoulders and cascading down his back puts him at ease. Your fingers trail down battle scars and trace the gentle dip of his hips, your palms pressing against the small of his back and eliciting a quiet sound of surprise as they teasingly move downward. His own hands fist at the bedclothes as he prepares himself for what’s to come, that initial searing pain that gives way to inexplicable pleasure. Just the thought is enough to make him blush furiously as he buries his face into the futon and lifts his hips up as if to say ‘Get it over with already.’
“This might be a little cold,” he hears you warn him as you massage his lower back and smooth your hands over his bottom. You squeeze a bottle of lube onto his skin, causing him to shudder in response, his body convulsing momentarily at the cold wetness. He feels you gathering the lube onto your finger, feels the tip just slightly prodding at his hole. He’s flushed, from his cheeks to his neck to the very tips of his ears, still embarrassed of the act itself and the thought of your being the only person to ever touch him somewhere so private.
You tease his hole ever so slightly with your finger, tracing it in small circles, then slowly and carefully ease your finger inside of him. He makes a soft, stifled sound, shuts his eyes and bites down on his own knuckles as you make your way deeper inside of him. With one finger still inside of him, he feels your other hand reach for him, your fingers wrapping around him. He’s hard, just from the thought of you touching him more, and he’s still too shy to open his eyes and look at just how horny you’ve made him from playing with his ass. He positions himself better to let you stroke him at the same time, getting on his hands and knees.
You grab his hips and pull him back against you, gently kissing the hot skin of his neck before whispering in his ear, “I have a surprise for you… but it might hurt a teensy bit. Just… trust me, okay?” He nods and allows you to bend him over the futon. He hears you reach for the bottle of lube again, hears the sound of you squeezing it and the sound of it being rubbed against something, but the cold wetness doesn’t come… That is, until he feels something new, something foreign, pressing against him.
“What is that…?” he stammers out, turning his head slightly to peek at you. You hold it up for him to see the prostate massager that you’d brought back from the modern age to use on him. The very sight of it makes his eyes widen in disbelief, as he shakes his head wordlessly. “That thing’s not gonna fit. There’s no way…” he mumbles to himself, as if trying to convince himself of all people that it wouldn’t really be a good idea. And yet, he felt himself tingling with a feeling of curiosity that he couldn’t shake. “N-not that I can’t take it or anything…” he muttered defensively, a little louder this time, feeling his cheeks burning at the very words he spoke. “What I mean is…”
You giggle softly to yourself. “I think I know what you mean,” you murmur lovingly as you place soft kisses down his spine. “Don’t you worry one bit. I’ll be gentle.”
“I don’t trust that thing…”
Those were the first words that Ieyasu said when you pulled the vibrator out of your bag and presented it to him, disclosing that you had spent the last few nights thinking about using it on him. Inhaling sharply, Ieyasu had rolled his eyes and scoffed at you in skepticism, crossing his arms in a show of blatant refusal. He had done all this, and yet he was still shy of saying an outright “no.” As you sat on your knees at the edge of the futon, holding the vibrator in your hand, he couldn’t help but take a peek at you from the corner of his eyes, his curiosity betraying him. Biting his lip, he sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair before puffing his cheeks out in quiet dismay. A pink blush dusting his cheeks, he closed his eyes to avoid his gaze and muttered under his breath, “How exactly is it supposed to work?”
Those were the events leading up to now. Your fingers trailing along your collarbone, teasing him, he watches you intensely with wide eyes as you languidly slip the kimono down your shoulders. The gentle slope of your shoulders and your soft skin against his rough hands feels just right, but before he could take control, you push him down into the futon and climbed on top of him. He lets out a sound of surprise, his eyes like saucers for a fleeting moment as he realizes that your roles have suddenly been reversed. “Now, now, I’m going to do all the pleasing tonight.” Your breath is hot against his neck as you lean in close to whisper in his ear, your tongue teasingly flicking out to taste his earlobe. He shudders, and though it takes him a while, he slowly relaxes under your touch, allowing himself to sink down into the futon.
Your mouth is on his neck, cascading down his chest. He gasps, his hands moving to the back of your head to grasp a handful of hair. “You’re… awfully excited today…” he breathlessly stammers out, stifling a moan as he feels your teeth graze his skin. You giggle against his chest, fingers moving lower as you work to remove his hakama. Shuffling the hakama down his ankles, you kiss your way up his calves and thighs, your lips praising every inch of exposed skin. As soon as you reach between his legs, where he needs you the most, you switch the vibrator on and press it against his balls.
The feeling is distinct and unexpected, and he flinches slightly at the new sensation. Lovingly, you move your lips against his, caressing his neck. “How does it… feel?” you whisper, trailing the vibrator up and down his length.
“It’s weird,” he mutters, expectly avoiding your gaze as he lets his cheek fall against the pillow. As soon as the words leave his lips, you take the vibrator off of him, slightly disappointed by his apparent displeasure. “Wait--” he stutters out, finally turning his head to meet your gaze. “I… I didn’t say stop, did I?” He’s blushing furiously now, his face flushed with embarrassment as he looks up at you vulnerably, no barrier now to hide the humiliation on his face.
Your lips twitch upward in a grin, and you switch the vibrator back on, returning it to its rightful spot between his legs. He grips the bedsheets, knuckles paling as you up the level. He struggles, biting his lip in an attempt to hold back the moans, but as soon as he feels you taking him into his mouth simultaneously, he can’t help but let out those sweet sounds he’d been holding off for far too long.
His voice is strangled, caught in his throat, a raspy croak when he moans softly against the crook of your neck. Soft lips and teeth graze your neck; his fingers grasp your body and cradle you close like you would with something precious, as you bury your hands into the mess of the golden brown locks of his hair. On his brow, you can feel beads of sweat begin to form, and on his skin, you can feel the heat emanating from within him. His cheeks are flushed with warmth, hot from blood rushing to his face and coursing through his body. As you capture his lips in a kiss, your mouth trailing down his neck and shoulders, your tongue tracing the muscles of his chest, he lets his head fall languidly to the side. “I feel like you’re… really spoiling me tonight…” he manages to say in between breaths, already panting.
Your name rolls off of his tongue so sweetly as he speaks those honeyed words that make your heart flutter and remind you he’s yours. By now, Hideyoshi is already so anxious for your touch, his body squirming slightly as you tease him, his breath becoming shallow as your hands roam over sensitive skin. He moans again, a soft little sound, as your fingers wrap around his length and start to stroke him where he craves your touch the most. As you told him before, tonight would be all about him and making him feel good, no exceptions and no excuses.
He hears you switch on the vibrator, that quiet hum filling his ears and rivaling the sound of his heartbeat still ringing in his ears. He tenses slightly in anticipation, and yet his loyalty and trust in you fails to falter and he lets his legs fall open before you. “Excited, are we?” you tease him as you meet his half-lidded gaze, those golden eyes glowing with lust, his mouth parted just slightly in anticipation as he watches you.
You position yourself behind him and test the waters first by running the vibrator along his legs. The muscles in his legs grow taught as you tease him there; he squirms, ticklish. As the sensation moves along the insides of his thighs, he stills, the vibrator approaching the place in between his legs where he’s aching for more stimulation. “Feel okay?” you ask him gently, partly to actually check on him and partly just to tease him even more. He nods almost shyly, letting his head roll back against your shoulder as he familiarizes himself to the feeling of the vibrations against his skin. “Don’t you worry,” you whisper, running your tongue along the vein in his neck, “I’ll be sure to take good care of you tonight.”
Your fingers move to grasp his balls with one hand as the other gently presses the vibrator to the head. He lets out a surprised, strangled gasp, his hips jerking up in reaction to the sudden intense stimulation. Smoothing one hand against his waist to steady him, you playfully remind him to relax.
The sound of his breath in your ear as he pants, desperately, against your neck is enough to drive you wild. His fingers find the sleeve of your kimono and clutches it fiercely as you up the setting on the vibrator. Drawn-out, wistful moans in your ear become lewd, loud whimpers against your neck. Trembling in your arms, he melts completely under your touch.
Shout out to my friend Foxy for giving me some insight into sex toys & how they feel on guys. <333
