#jinkuro

lounging and languid on the sofa, with his long legs spread and stretched, his chest heaving with hardly contained hunger as you climbed up on top of him. he tilts his head to one side, the mauve mop of unruly tendrils shifting to expose one critically appraising eye. the weight of his gaze palpable. he didn’t miss how your right foot slipped off his thigh— the sheepish way that you avoided watching him watching you. “Hmm, cutie.” he teased with a wicked grin, just to fluster you all the more. “Not so used to riding, are you, little girl? Does the timid, little thing need her big, strong ojisan to help her?” his voice lilted a little at the title you bestowed upon him, as if he were lightheartedly mocking the years that separate the two of you.

you righted yourself with a soft and determined huff, finding safer footing higher up on his warm thighs. the muscles in them were tense beneath flesh decorated with sparse hairs. “Nuh uh…” you offered softly, before chancing a glance up at his face ( which had been a big mistake ). he was smiling, ear to ear, with one hand tucked behind his head. the other — his dominant hand — gripped the base of his cock. it was resting against his tense abdomen, already swollen and hard. still shiny and spit-slicked from the attention your mouth had laved over it moments before. stressed veins spiderweb across the thick expanse of his shaft, topped with an angry, pink tip that was twitching in anticipation, practically demanding to find itself buried deep in your cunt. he chuckled a bit at your honesty, gaining a soft and bashful, “Don’t laugh, please…” from your lips. “I— I can do it…”

Jinkuro’s grin deepened, flashing teeth behind lips stretched taut, and used the grip on his own cock to spank it against your mound and lower belly as he hummed in amusement. “You’re halfway there, pretty girl.” he crooned, noting how your body jutted forward with an instinctive desire for friction. your sticky netherlips cradled his veined girth, wrapping it in a warm, wet caress that had his breath catching in his throat. he swallowed it down with a happy gurgle, pushing his hips upward more insistently, until the thick, spongy tip notched into you. “There we go,” he swooned, watching the way your eyes widened. it was the same look you always had when he slipped inside— awe at the size or perhaps, the way your sex stretched around him, swallowing the tip with an eagerness that you’d never truly get over, no matter how many times you slept with him. the rhythm in your needy grinding stuttered, and you let out a soft, shuddering gasp. “Sit on it. Come on.”

your hands flew to his chest, nails digging into the muscle pads of his pectorals. you sink down, slowly, just enough for the first couple of inches to worm their way inside, and you hiss through your pursed lips, wiggling your hips a bit. you stirred those couple of inches around in you, acutely aware of the bulge of every vein when they strain against your velvety walls. still, when you glanced down, you could see the remaining length of him still sticking out from the join of your bodies, and your muscles tightened up at the mere thought of being full of him again. a breathless whimper leaves your lips as you will your body lower, popping another inch inside.

“You can take me, little girl.” Jinkuro assured, though his drawl was lazily, husky, as he enjoyed the slow descent. he released his own cock, that hand dancing it’s way up the length of your body, until he cradled your chin with his thumb and forefinger, guiding your gaze back to his face. to his open-mouthed grin, and the way his hot breath left it. he pulled your face closer to his, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper the closer you got. “I’ve seen you take every inch, don’t hold out on me. Fast or slow doesn’t matter to me,” his lips form the words against your mouth, breath that was heavy with the taste of sake and smoke washing over your face intoxicating you in equal measure with his words, “just as long as you ride me good, as long as you take me deep in your little belly, pretty girl.”

you wanted to look away; your face was on fire, but he wouldn’t let you. not when he talked dirty, and definitely not when you sink lower and lower, until you were whining and full, perched against his pubic bone with his cock stuffing you full. he merely purred in approval, nodding with a nonchalance that was almost condescending. “That’s perfect,” he grunted, deep in his throat, his hips shifting beneath you, rolling upwards to push himself more insistently, more eagerly into your guts. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

you could barely speak, but give him a bashful nod and broken whine in response, your nails scraping at his chest. you knew that he wouldn’t mind the scratches, not even if they raised the skin. you’d made similar artwork on his back plenty of times, trying to handle him. trying to take him the way he wanted you to.

both of his hands fell away after several moments of stillness, of marveling in the way your insides molded to the shape of him, becoming a living, breathing sheath for Jinkuro Isarizawa’s cock, and only his cock, to slide into so deliciously. when he palms the flare of your hips, his fingers curling around to press adamantly against your lower back, he starts to move you himself. “Yeah it does,” he affirms, his jaw set, the only visible eye focused on the way your countenance distorted in pleasure and distress in equal measure when he guided you into a slow, grinding rhythm. “Don’t buck,” he warned, “don’t bounce, baby. Don’t want an inch of me slipping out of this tight, little cocksleeve. Just rub your cute pussy on me, like this.”

the friction was maddening, as was his instruction. every muscle in his body was pulled as taut as a bowstring ready to snap, forming a ridged ride for you to slide over, your swollen little button getting snagged on every bone, every muscle, and every rough patch of hair, until you were trembling and mewling on top of him, beating on his chest with weak, open-handed smacks, so close to orgasm that you started to move on your own, driven by base instinct and the need for release. “O-Ojisan!” you cried out, your eyelids fluttering as you scrub your most tender, hyper sensitive sex against him. his cock throbs deep in your guts, pressing against your belly from the inside with each oscillation, reminding you that he’s speared you to the hilt, filled you as deep as you can be filled.

Jinkuro moaned, too. seemingly having more fun watching you getting yourself off. his neck rested back against the sofa, body splayed out. “That’s right, pretty thing,” he encouraged, running his hands around to your back. they trace up and down the shape of your spine, his fingertips leaving goosebumps over your skin that was just starting to gain a sparkling coat of perspiration. “Just feel it for me. Feel me, fuck yourself on my cock until you can’t take it anymore.”

you both knew that moment was coming soon. the moment when you would, inevitably, lose the ability to keep grinding. when the trembling of your legs would become too troublesome, and the muscles in your extremities would refuse to work with you anymore.

and you knew, when that moment came, you would have to beg him to take over.

and he would. because of course he would.

Jinkuro would just grin a sleazy, arrogant grin, pleased that you would’ve worked yourself to the edge on him. and he would, without fail, slip both hands back into place on your hips, and coax you into riding out an orgasm that would undoubtedly leave you collapsed and deflated against his chest, panting and wracked with aftershocks that no other customer had ever, or could ever, give you.

he’d never seen a girl so easy to break. so sensitive that she whined when he so much as rubbed against her panties with two fingers. you were soaked the moment he pulled you into his lap, and he would swear that you came when his tip slid in.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this…” he croons to you. he’s grinning from ear to ear. one arm hooked around you, large palm splayed out against your lower back to keep you from toppling over off of his lap while the other is placed firmly on your breast. groping you. his thumb and forefinger pinching at your nipple as your head lolls to one side. “A dick drunk, little girl. So spoiled on an older man’s cock that she can’t even speak properly.”

he sighs, playful, and shifts his weight. planting his feet more firmly against the floor, he bounces you on his lap a couple of times, as if to remind you that you’re still impaled with several inches of his cock. and, upon getting the reaction he was looking for ( your eyelids fluttering and a helpless babble of pleasure ), he snickers. “Mmm? Is that broken little sex toy for ‘thank you, Isarizawa, for giving me so much cock tonight’?” with a slow and forward push of his hips, he feeds you another inch, and you feel his tip slide deep. “You’re so very welcome. I bet you’ve never had anything feel like this, have you?”

you hiss and mewl, and try to grasp his arms to ground yourself. you wanted to dig your nails into the firm muscles and keep the euphoria of being Jinkuro Isarizawa’s cock sheath from driving you over the brink of insanity and into the abyss of obsession with the way he felt inside you. “

but your body’s sensitivity has been cranked up to one hundred. Jinkuro wanted you nearly incoherent by the time he was ready to slip his cock inside, and so he’d fucked you with his fingers, holding you down by your throat and telling you how pretty you were like that, until you babbled and came all over the floor.

then, the real fun started.

Jinkuro’s head falls back, resting the nape of his neck against the back of the sofa as he relishes how your sensitive cunt trembles and clenches tight around him, eliciting a rumbling moan with his eyelids heavy. “That feels good,” he purrs, allowing one hand to careen around to toy with your swollen clit. it’s already sore from just how passionately he liked to rub and spank it. you mewl, your nails digging into your own skin, and sink your teeth into your lower lip to stifle a plea for mercy. “My tight, sensitive little sweetheart. I could just play with this pussy for hours, keep her this wet and this fucking tight for me.” another loud, half moan half exhale seeps from his permanent grin. with one hand balancing against your ass cheek, he pushes you up and then allows you to slam back down, never once needing to rock his hips to meet the ferocity at which you crashed— he was content letting gravity do most of the work, even though it made for a rougher ride.

“Lord— Jinkuro—“ you yelp, each syllable broken by the sound of your skin slapping as you slam down on his lap, filling your belly with thick, hard cock, “S—slow—slower, please..!”

you hadn’t bothered keeping count of any of your orgasms up to this point, but now that you were on the brink of another, your body begged for a chance to recover from the priors. your thighs were vibrating, your hips trying to jerk upwards to escape the brutal rhythm, but your core grips Jinkuro tight, sealing around every etched vein. and, the faster he strummed your swollen clit, the tighter you squeezed, and the closer to coming completely unraveled you became.

“Not yet,” he murmured. he’d raised his head, and now nuzzled against your neck, panting hot puffs of his breath into your ear. his fingers press against your button and scrape at it. harder. faster. your eyes widen and you call for him, but he soothes you with a peppering of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses over your ear lobe. “You don’t want me to slow down yet, not when that sweet cunt of yours is clenching so tight. I know your body, little girl,” his hand slips from underneath your ass to reach up and grasp your face, turning it towards his so he can kiss your pout, “you want to cum again for me. You want to cum full of me.”

without his hand to help propel you up and down, you found your own hips working, against your own pleas, against your own declaration of having had too many already, your body rocks back and forth on his lap, grinding as you sit flush against his groin, rolling his throbbing cock around inside of you. conjuring yet another orgasm from your churning belly.

Jinkuro moans in approval, pleased that he needn’t even tell you to fuck yourself, and gives your needy clit a serious of encouraging spanks, grinning wider as you yelp into his mouth with each one. “That’s it, there’s my greedy girl,” his words are slurred as he smothers your lips, hot air washing over your already steaming cheeks, “just can’t help but want to grind yourself silly when I tease your little cunt, right? Trying to cum for me?”

you nod. you’re embarrassed and much too cumdrunk to answer him properly, what with your eyes trying to stay focused on his as they peek out from under his mauve tendrils, but yours were threatening to roll back in tandem with the oscillating of your hips. you were falling apart, so sensitive that cumming was too intense to be anything but torturous pleasure this time, and your body reacted by clamping down, milking him until he releases a strangled moan of pure ecstasy.

you lose yourself when he makes that sinful noise, your legs falling free on his lap as you come undone, and shake, your hands reaching for him, grasping handfuls of his hair to keep him close to your face, and you scream his name until your throat burns and every, single person in the Pleasure House must’ve heard you.

you would, without a doubt, be teased by your colleagues after he’s gone.

when your body refuses to take any more, you buck your hips upwards, and his cock slips free, in time for him to splatter his release all over your belly and thighs. he doesn’t seem to mind, however, because he’s kissing you again. hard. smiling. you shrink into his kiss, allowing both of your shaking hands to fall to his chest and you can feel the warmth underneath your fingertips.

Jinkuro loved to taunt you. it was lighthearted, of course, but he was still much too devious, and he took too much pride in the way you sometimes tripped over your words when he did so. you were always easy to fluster and he liked that.

but you weren’t tripping now.

you were whimpering. “Uh…! Uh…! Uh…! Yes sir…” your back arches, your hips oscillate, and you drag your sensitive core over the top of one of his large, veiny feet. your flowery kimono seemed so out of place, hanging open like curtains, exposing you.

“Still so polite.” he chuckles amused, tilting his head as he points his foot. it changes the track of veins that you ride on. you glide over the warmth of the top of his foot, and coat it in your juices. “But, I want to hear more. Come on, baby girl.” leaning forward, he rests an elbow on his knee to lazily prop his tilted head up, close to yours as he puckers his lips. it twists the shape of his devious grin just a bit, “How good does it feel to rub your sensitive, little pussy on my foot, hm?”

eliciting a hopeless babble of pure pleasure didn’t quite seem to satiate his lust to hear you vocalize.

“Use your words.” he encouraged, pressing a soft peck against the tip of your nose.

“I—it feels good—!” you breathe out, your face a warming oven. “It feels so— so good to rub my pussy on your foot, Lord Jinkuro!”

Jinkuro laughs, hearty and excited, one hand gripping your chin to keep your eyes fixed on his countenance. you traced the faint, rosy tint on his nose and cheeks, and watched his teeth sink into his lower lip.

“Tell me more.” he swooned.

whining, both of your hands grip at his strong arms to keep you stable as you bounced atop his foot, your eyelids fluttering. “L—Lord Jinkuro, I— I think I’m going to c—cum!”