ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, sex work, body worship ( f!receiving ), masturbation ( f! ), mentions of religion, all characters featured are aged 18+
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the room was silent.
eerily so.
the ever contemplative man you knew to be named Usui knelt beside the mat of unruly bedding, whilst you swam upon it. you were scandalous spread— your kimono loosened just enough to expose to him the contours of your breasts, the lines and sharp angles that made up your velvety soft thighs, down to your knees and finally reaching your ankles. they rub against themselves as you attempt to beckon him to bed.
that was what Mr. Isarizawa had paid you for, after all.
“Tease him real good,” Isarizawa had said, as he placed a small, jingling pouch of coin into your soft palm. the singular, mauve eye that peeks out from beneath a mop of unruly tendrils glittered with devious intent as it flits from your face, down to your chest, lingering on your cleavage for a long while. his free hand finds the edge of your kimono, a slender digit tracing along the split fabric. there was a hunger in Jinkuro Isarizawa’s eyes that was known throughout the pleasure den, and you could feel his gaze feasting on you, barely restrained. “Hm…” his baritone rumbles deep in the back of his throat as he savors the view, deep in thought. the intensity of his stare made you wonder if, perhaps, he was regretting reserving you for another man, and not taking you himself. after a moment or two, he seems to relay back to the present, a low chuckle bubbling up from between a smirking couplet. “I don’t expect you to leave that room until you’ve ridden the piety out of him.” it was only half teasing.
you knew that Usui was devout; this was just an elaborate opportunity for Isarizawa to annoy him, but you couldn’t help but want to go along with it. not only were you paid handsomely, but it wasn’t very often that your client was as staunch as Usui seemed to be.
“You can make yourself comfortable.” you offered, as innocently as a vixen could conjure, your svelte fingertips running the bare expanse of your chest, tracing the tops of your breasts as you speak. as you lay on your back, they sit, rounded, against your ribs, simply begging to be groped.
“I assure you, this is fine for me.” was the flat response you received. his tone, whilst not rude, brokered little argument. his light eyes, illuminated by the lamp in the corner, stared straight ahead.
“Are you sure? You have barely looked at me at all,” your murmur softly, pushing yourself to sit up, your bare legs stretching out in front of him. they rub against the soft sea of bedding for a moment, your voice betraying a tinge of self-consciousness, but only just. “Do you not find me pretty, Usui-San?”
for a moment, you could swear that you saw a specter of a smile tickling his soft lips, his eyes coruscating sapphires as he looks to you. for a long moment, he merely stares at you, but his gaze isn’t hungry like so many others you’ve ever experience. much unlike that of the man that actually paid you. it’s soft, and kind. “I find you beautiful, but you already know that,” his voice was level, and genuine, adding with a subtle air of an underlying, playful nature. “Your customers must have a hard time controlling themselves around you.”
you allow your voice to lilt with a similar tease. “Most of them,” before you analyze him with a furrow of your brow. “But you are unflappable. Tell me, Usui-San,” scooching yourself closer, you push up on to your knees, your hands reaching out to gently caress his broad shoulders. he didn’t reject your touch, which you’d partially been expecting. the muscle you found tensing just beneath the fabric of his pristine haori surprised you. lean and taut; and it gives you pause. but as soon as you’d allowed a glimpse of surprise to flicker across your features, it disappeared, and you crooned softly. “What is it that makes you lose control of yourself?”
Usui almost seemed as if he didn’t want to answer. his lips parted for a moment, an even breath passing through them. you are close enough to feel that same breath tickle your cheeks, but you couldn’t place the smell alcohol nor tobacco.
then, to your surprise, his gaze dips downwards. it’s a listing drop, one that lingers. first on your lips, which you purse into a simper, then to your jaw, the slender column of your neck. the corner of one of his thin brows twitches.
“Go on,” you urge, your voice a sultry whisper, “touch me…”
though his countenance was an unreadable mask, you could feel the tension of an internal struggle. he wanted to, but he knew that he shouldn’t. there was something so exciting about the fact that you were his forbidden fruit. the bane sent by the devil to coerce him into lusting. “We can take it slow if it’s your first time—“
Usui reacts, whether to your words or it was just his self control giving out, and his arm outstretches, effectively quieting you in an instant as his palm envelops the the side of your neck. his skin is incredibly soft, fingers sylphlike. the delicate pad of his thumb presses against the angle of your jaw, the remaining digits splaying flat against your throat. the sudden contact has your pulse thrumming wildly beneath his fingertips and you were certain that he, too, was hyper aware of your surprise. his thumb swipes back and forth, a slow and sensual massage, against your jaw as he appraises your expression, leaning closer, until your lips instinctively part— as if expecting to be kissed. his tiers don’t meet yours; instead, they etch upwards in a gentle smile. “All too willing…” he murmurs, more to himself than to you.
“Do you want me to touch you, too? To make you feel good?” you ask, blinking once, twice, thrice. your hands, diligently attempting to pry his haori from his shoulders, only halt when he Usui shakes his head.
“No…” he says after a long pause, his hand trailing downwards. his fingertips glide smoothly across your unblemished skin, as easily as one might caress silk, until his hand disappears beneath the fabric of your kimono. he needn’t even untie the garment, the split loose and hanging open to welcome him in. his palm envelops the swell of your breast, testing the weight in his hand, the warmth and slip-side of your flesh, before his thumb brushes against your nipple, pebbling it to hard and aching in a moment. his gentle teasing coaxes a mewl from your lips, and you arch your back, as if to offer him more. more access, more of you.
“T—that feels good,” you can’t believe yourself for stuttering, as if you were some flustered, blushing schoolgirl and not the minxy courtesan you prided yourself on being.
Usui allows his smile to widen, his thumb flicking against your nipple, his eyes locking on to yours. “You’ll have to be more convincing than that, dear heart,” as he paused, his grip on your breast tightened ever-slightly, kneading the sensitive flesh, “show me just how good I’m making you feel.”
your eyelids flutter; your hands move without your consent, fleeing to seek comfort and warmth beneath your kimono, in the sticky heat nestled at the apex of your thighs. your moan seeps out from your parted lips as honey warmed by a spring sun. “Usui-San…” you purr, pressing the delicate pads of your fingertips between your netherlips, scratching tight circles against your swelling clit. “It feels good!”
Usui seemed content with this new development, his smile remaining gentle, his touch a lover’s caress instead of the rough, hurried fucking you were used to. as if he had all of the time in the world to worship your breasts, that sentiment punctuated only further by the way his free hand now cradles your neglected swell, massaging them in slow, generous circles— in tandem with your feverish strumming. “You are so soft,” he mutters, appreciative of your silken warmth. his thumbs nudging your stiff nipples as dials to intensify your own self pleasure. “Do the men that purchase you also think so? Do they see your skin as warm silk? Do they treat you like the living treasure that I believe you to be?”
you shake your head. you knew you shouldn’t speak ill of your clientele, but none had dared to touch you as genteel as Usui. your fingers worked more fervently, pinching your needy clit between them as you work yourself over, your skirt tenting and flapping with the furious movements of your ministrations. “N—no, they don’t…” you could already feel the pooling in your lower belly, a slow warmth spreading through your midsection as you fast approached your climax.
Usui’s eyes softened, but his vice-like grip doesn’t. using both of his hands, he squeezes the supple skin, squishing your breasts together to admire the way the flesh molds to his hands, spilling out from between his clenched fingers. “Then they’re foolish,” he murmurs, matter-of-factly.
you moan his name softly, your eyes ( though heavily lidded ) flicker down to see a subtle bulge forming at his groin. the thought of this holy man getting hard just by groping your tits sends a fluttering of butterfly wings in your stomach, “Let me touch you,” you repeat softly, this time begging for the chance to get your hands, your mouth, your cunt around his cock. “Please…”
Usui chuckled, and it’s a warm and dizzying that echos in your ear, amplified by the thick, tense air between the two of you. “Your hands are too busy,” he insisted, leaning closer to allow the curve of his lip to tickle the shell of your ear. his body was close enough to share warmth with you, and you could sense the hard planes of him, lingering, though not pressed to you. he was right, of course, your hands were working between your legs, one on your mound, using your first two fingers to spread your slick lips, whilst the other plays a needy chord against your button. your eyes yearn to cross, overwhelmed by the way your orgasm creeps up and takes hold of you when he’s so close, almost as if he’s conjured it himself. “This is enough for me,” he whispers. each syllable crisp and wanton in your ear, “to experience pleasure. Your true pleasure, radiating off of you in waves as you build your own euphoria, one brick at a time.”
whether Usui knew it or not ( and you were all but certain he did ), his sensual caresses and little whispers of encouragement acted as the adhesive that cemented those bricks of pleasure in place. you found yourself an eager, trembling mess, breathlessly begging your own self for release by the time you finally find it. you’re wetter than any other man has ever made you before, the evidence clear as your fingers delved downwards, two of them attempting to plug the leaking hole, but you only make a bigger mess of your fingers and the sheets beneath you. your hips rock against your own hand, riding out your orgasm, impaled on your own fingers instead of on Usui’s cock, but it doesn’t matter. not even in your wildest dreams had you imagined that you could feel so alive. so thoroughly possessed by nirvana itself. “F— fuck,” you whimper, flustered, as your hips stutter and twitch, your sex throbbing, but your ministrations had slowed down drastically. your riding melding into a lazy rub, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. you tilt your head back, baring your neck to Usui, but he doesn’t kiss it, not even when presented it with it so trusting. the tip of his nose brushes against your pulse point, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume cocktailing with the musky aroma of your perspiration and arousal. your tongue traces your lips, before you press them together tight enough to encourage a bit of swelling later, muffling another happy moan against your lips as you jut your hips upwards one more time, plunging your fingers deeply before pulling them out. “T-that…”
finally, after several moments of heavy silence, your eyes open, and you blink a couple of times to rid your vision of the blurriness accumulated, to find Usui leaning back on his haunches, his hands having left your clothes. your kimono disheveled, your breasts spill out in an obscene visage, but you make no attempt to cover your indecency. his expression was unnervingly neutral, as if he hadn’t just fondled you into bliss. you can’t help yourself— your eyes seek his groin again, surprised to see a small, damp patch against the fabric, but the fact that your pleasure had also brought him some as well had you smiling. it was a dazed, goofy smile, but a smile nonetheless.
however, only a moment passed before Usui found his footing, swiftly directed towards the sliding door.
“Wait!” you call, sitting up straighter, waving a hand towards him as if to grab at his clothes, though he was already out of arm’s reach. “Mr. Isarizawa said that I’m not allowed to leave this room until I’ve ridden you.” you murmur, slinking closer on your hands and knees.
“The Pajama Police has gotten what he wanted from this little game of his,” Usui replied, thoughtful but seemingly unbothered by his own humility, and he glanced over his shoulder at you with a fond smile, his eyes still as soft as ever. “And so did I, as surprised as I am to admit it.”
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.
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.
