Tags: Pls Look Away, Inspired By This Art By @/iinoruu, Yakuza!suna/escort!reader

tags: pls look away, inspired by this art by @/iinoruu, yakuza!suna/escort!reader

The first thing you recognize as you stir from the loosening grip of slumber is that your body hurts.

An ache, tender and warm, has rooted itself deep in your muscles. Your back. Your thighs. Your hips. Just rolling over under the soft cotton sheets exacerbates the pain, makes it throb a little hotter underneath your skin.

The second thing you recognize is the familiar smell of smoke.

"You should quit, y'know."

At the window of the hotel room, Suna stands. He's half-dressed now, silhouetted by the breaking day beyond the pane of glass beside him, his trousers on but his button-up still unbuttoned—it leaves just the faintest curl of the ink that spans his arm and his back on display, a sliver of black swirling next to the divot of his collarbone, as well as the design that spans the column of his throat. He looks at you with the burning cigarette still held to his lips, and you watch as the cherry flares brighter on his inhale.

You're not supposed to smoke here. Not in a hotel this nice. But you doubt anyone will be complaining to him, or will even say anything at all, given his particular influence and his reputation in his line of work.

"I should?" he replies in his usual low tone. The corner of his mouth is ever so slightly turned up, and a wisp of smoke rushes out along with his question.

He pauses for a moment, and then stamps the mostly-unfinished cigarette out in the ashtray on the table in front of him—where it came from in a room you're not supposed to smoke in to begin with, you can't be completely sure.

You push yourself up in bed, wincing at the pain such a simple movement causes. You rub at your eyes a little, still bleary from sleep. "It's bad for you."

Suna hums.

"I didn't realize you cared."

You bite your tongue from letting a comment slip out that could get you into trouble. Instead, you flop back down into the embrace of soft cotton and feathers that the plush hotel bed provides.

"Do what you want, then," you say quietly.

He's good at that, after all.

"What I want?" you hear him ask, and let your head loll to the side against the pillows just in time to see him approach the bed. His movements are slow, unhurried—like a predator as it stalks in the night.

You don't offer him any substantial reply, just a breathy, affirmative sound.

You're lucky to have this job. Lucky to be the one that Suna Rintarou calls for so often. Of all the girls that work at the club, you seem to be the only one that's caught his eye as of late. You know that if you do something to mess that up it might cost you more than just the thick stack of crisp bills you leave the hotel with a few times a week.

You've never been the most successful girl at the club, nor the least. Your performance and popularity has always been relatively middling, comparatively unremarkable. You're not bad at the job by any means, you know what to say and do, the line you have to walk, the fantasy you have to satisfy when duty calls.

Lately that line has proven harder to toe with him.

Suna kneels at the edge of the wide mattress, leaning across the bed towards you. His shirt falls open as he angles his body nearer to your own, revealing more of the tattoo that's etched into his skin. It's always a stark, indelible reminder of just who and what he is.

"It's pretty bold of you to assume to know the things I want," he murmurs, holding himself over you on one of his arms. His other reaches down to the top of the sheet that covers you, peeling it gently away to reveal your skin.

On instinct, you grab for it, rushing to cover yourself. You realize quickly it's not your place to hide yourself from him, that it's not what he pays you for, and you let your grip on the sheet slacken, looking away as a shameful heat crawls up your throat.

He doesn't try to pull the blanket away again.

"You woke up too early," he says quietly, still hovering over you. "You should sleep, you're still sore."

You watch as his eyes trace your face in the dim light of the hotel room.

"Are you leaving?" you ask.

That same little smile appears, lifting the edge of his lips ever so slightly. This expression always confuses you, though he makes it often. There's no real joy behind it, it's a drier, almost sardonic twist of his mouth, like he knows something you don't.

"Work," he says, though he owes you of all people no explanation. "I'll leave the cash on the table by the door as usual, I won't short you for any of your time."

You nod slightly. You hadn't been thinking about payment at all.

The corner of Suna's nose twitches. It's a movement so slight that if you weren't so terribly close you might not notice it at all. There's something behind his perpetually heavy-lidded eyes that makes you nervous.

His hand, the one that had just reached for the blanket, comes up to cup your cheek. You can still detect the scent of tobacco that clings to his skin, and you've never liked the smell but for some reason you don't mind it so much anymore. He dips down, your cheek cradled in his palm, and slots his mouth against yours.

His kiss isn't innocent—no one kisses a whore chastely—but there's something about the way he's holding you that feels different. Something in the gesture that's wholly and completely him.

He pulls away, and his warm breath fans across your mouth and catches in the slickness of your lips. Your eyes flutter open to look up at him.

Something aches in your chest, different from the way the rest of your body has been left tender but no less his fault.

Maybe Suna isn't the only one with habits that are bad for him, after all.

ྀི BIRTHDAY SUIT ྀི nanami kento x fem reader ྀ

WARNINGS: unedited. strong language. suggested power dynamic. size kink. suit fetish. reader is wearing a skirt. minimal plot, smut heavy. praise. established relationship. cmnf. WORD COUNT: 1.3k

you were comfortably seated at nanami's desk, eyes playing at his figure. he always dressed nicely, but today you were paying extra attention to his outfit.

"'nami," you called, drawing his attention from the window he was staring outside of contemplatively. he hummed in response, and you patted the desk in front of you. "c'mere. i'm getting bored."

he huffed, but made his way to you. his shoes made calculated taps against the wooden floor and your heart happily synced with the beat of his movements. "you know, your boredom is entirely your own fault. i told you today would be busy for me. i can't spend all day entertaining you."

you looked up at him, eyes glittering from the window-filtered sunlight. "unfortunate." your pen was tracing pre-written letters on already-signed paperwork. "i need a break. been working for a while."

"you signed a few papers," he exhaled with amusement.

"doesn't mean anything. i'm still workin'." you nodded to add punctuality to your claim.

he thought for a second before responding. "okay. get up then."

"why?" you slid the pen you were doodling with behind your ear.

his eyebrow quirked. "because i said so."

"you're bossy," you pouted, standing from the desk and moving aside before glaring at him through long eyelashes.

"and you're obedient." he moved to sit in his desk, and you couldn't help but notice how well he fitted there. formal attire and a pointed attitude had carved him to be the perfect businessman, and in your eyes, the most attractive man alive. he patted his lap, drawing your attention from his appearance. "sit."

you sat on his lips, feeling excitement brewing in your stomach at the way his six-foot frame felt behind you. his chest was hard, and you couldn't help but wiggle into his hips.

you mentally prepared yourself for his verbal reprimands for being a brat; instead, he moved one hand to your waist, grabbing the pen from behind your ear while peppering kisses by the other. you hummed into the feeling, back arching upon instinct.

"i really should be working," he mused into your ear, "you should be, too." despite his words, one of his hands made their way to your hips and the other to your throat.

you nodded against his touch and you stammered out a meek, "i know," while he ground you into his hips. "i know," you echoed.

he groaned and stood, bending you over the desk. he let his hands roam down the sides of your thighs, butterfly touches leading to the hem of your skirt. "who's my good girl?" he asked while pulling your skirt up.

"i am," you meeked out, head dropping as one of his hands preformed practiced touches through your panty-clad labia.

he cooed a, "thats right," before letting his hands slide off of you. "mind if i undress you?"

"please do," you shook your head and he spun you around, electing to unbutton your blouse first. he marveled at your bra before continuing, sliding the fabric from your arms.

"you're pretty." he slid your skirt off now, taking your panties off with it. "c'mon. bend back over f'me."

you closed your eyes hard, heat boiling under your skin as you bent back over. the wooden desk was cold against your skin, balancing out the lava below your skin. you heard his hands unbutton his trousers, undoing the zipper and pulling his cock from the fabric.

"are you ready?" you nodded im response, and he groaned out a, "fuck, thank you."

he slid the tip through your folds, shuttering at how wet you are. he put one hand on the small of your back, pushing it down, while the other guided him into you. you moaned at the feeling, whimpering out a, "'ts too big, 'nami," to which he shook his head, coaxing you with sweet words back.

"no, no, i know it isn't, sweet girl. you've taken it before." he gave you a few seconds before starting to move; your nails scratched the desktop and he moaned in response. watching you struggle under him did something to him-- it reminded him that he was big, and better yet, that you'd do anything for him. a hand overlapped yours, pressing you further into the desk as he fucked you harder.

he grabbed your hair, pulling your head upwards so he could relish in the way your eyes fluttered. "you're so good, oh my god," he buried his head in the crook of your neck, nibbling your skin.

"i'm close," you stressed; nanami snaked his hand under you, rubbing small circles into your clit.

"that's right," he gasped, plowing you into the desk while sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. "cum."

you didn't need to be told twice, and you pressed your face into the arm that was stabilizing you. "oh my god," you pleaded. "fuck!"

he stood straight and grabbed both of your hips, pressing himself as deep into you as he could before orgasming. you groaned at the feeling of his cum shooting inside of you, shuttering as he pulled out.

"fuck. that was good," he cleared his throat, fixing his tie before picking up your clothes and helping you get dressed. he helped you step into the panties, then he helped you clasp your bra on.

you nodded with a giggle. "it was. thank you." you muttered into a kiss. you slid your skirt on and he helped you button up your shirt. "i love you."

he smiled, cleaning off his glasses before sliding them back on. "i love you, too."

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gorgeous! nanami kento x reader

thinking about flustering husband!nanami . . .

by mirror :) happy birthday nanamin~ july 3 '23

CW: dirty talk, domesticity, suggestive material, lingerie, mentions of sex

You sat on the couch of your apartment, idly shuffling through the television channels— and bored out of your mind.

Today was Kento’s birthday. This morning you had tried to spoil him as much as possible before he had to leave for work: making his favorite Danish breakfast, letting him sleep in as much as possible, and slipping a little note in his briefcase as he slipped out of the door.

It sucked that he had to work all day on his birthday and it sucked that you had to sit here alone all day, you thought. You gazed aimlessly over at the clock: 8:47 pm. You had already prepared dinner, frosted the cake, and set out the gift you bought for your boyfriend: a shiny silver Rolex wrapped in a delicate baby blue box.

Lost in your thoughts, you wondered how you could cheer up your husband a little when he got home— and then the idea hit you. You set your plan and laid the groundwork, grinning to yourself as you sat back down on the couch and waited for your beloved to arrive.

(divider)

You had fallen asleep and were awaken by the sound of the front door being opened.

“Hello, darling,” you hear your husband call from the doorway.

“Hey, Kento!” you say as you rush over, urging him to set down the items in his hands so he could wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. “How was your day, baby?”

He sighs, running a hand across his face. “Long and tiring. But much better now that I’m here with you.”

You smiled, resting your head against his chest and taking in this moment with him. 

“I have a surprise for you,” you whispered. A surprise that you had been saving in the back of your closet for months.

He hummed in acknowledgement, considering what this 'surprise' of yours might be. “Can I have it now, or is it for later?”

You didn’t answer his question. Instead, you stepped back from his embrace. Nanami watched as your fingers seductively pulled the tie of your satin robe apart, revealing a set of lacy white lingerie underneath.

Nanami let out a small noise and his face started to flush pink. “I- uh, love-,” he stammered as you continued with your scheme.

You pulled the robe completely off your shoulders so that your whole frame was in his view, letting the forgotten fabric pool around your ankles.

Nanami stepped back slightly and you noticed his cheeks were beet red now. Exactly how I wanted him, you thought smugly to yourself. It wasn’t the first time he had seen you in so little clothing— after all, he’d seen you in nothing— but you had never worn lingerie in front of him before other than in the dressing rooms at the mall.

You glided forward towards him, placing a hand on his bicep as you trailed kisses down his neck. He cleared his throat, reaching up to set a hand on your back.

“Darling, I- ,” he says shakily, “what did I do to deserve all this? I mean, you look gorgeous, but . . . ”

You swayed back, smiling up at him. “It’s your birthday, baby. Don’t you want a little fun?”

He admired you for a few moments before answering, a smile forming on his face. "Can we take this fun to the bedroom, then?"

You laughed, "Eager, are we? You don't want cake and presents first?"

Nanami gave you a long and lustful kiss on the lips before picking you up bridal style and answering, "No, I think I'd like to enjoy the best gift first."

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hi hii!! opinions on dilf nicholas wolfwood? 🤲

DILF! NICHOLAS is a tease. perhaps he gets too much kick out of whispering pure filth in your ear in that low drawl of his voice, or the fact that his touches always linger far too long when you're doing domestic things around the house. he's got some scruff and he's cut back on his smoking but he's still got a cross around his neck that dangles in your face when he fucks you — pure blasphemy. the type to spank your ass whenever you're bent over. sleazy smiles and low chuckles cause "aren't you the cutest lil thing?" he knows he's got you hooked <3

DILF ME UP!

gojo fell prey to the great cooking and fat ass his new neighbor had. he would peak out of his window just at the right time to squeeze the cum out of his cock whenever you walked out of your home.

he knew about the large age gap you two had. hell, he knew about your kid as well, he would watch when the father came to pick them up for his week, wondering if this was the week he would be able to finally get you - feel you

“m-mouhhh i can’t” he whimpered his cock starting to hurt from the excessive amount of cum that he has been producing. to be older your were making him look like such a bitch, and he loved it! his limp dick immediately rose when you hands wrapped around him again the long acrylics, clacking together while you hallowed your cheeks gobbling gojo’s dick down

sucking nosies came out of your mouth along with a lot of saliva. you liked giving messy head, making it nasty.

you licked down all the way to his balls putting each one in your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. the whole time gojo’s tearful face was red, scrunched in the feeling of being close and his ball feeling so heavy.

“m-mommy cummm shitfuck! gonna cum” with a mouth full of balls a giggle erupted from you setting the young college boy off the edge. his cum came out slow, globs sliding down his all the way to where you still sat with his balls in your mouth.

the next day after making gojo pass out on his bed with cum all over himself - just from head. you knocked on the door with a plate of cookies for him and his roommates acting as if nothing happened

Ooh ooh ooh!

What about Dilf! Lucifer (Obey Me)?

DILF! LUCIFER is an angel. He's grown into his role as the eldest of his brothers, responsible but equally as charming. he knows how to swoon you, to keep you wrapped around his pretty little finger. the type to drape you in his coats, lets you steal his clothes or offers you his black card to go spoil yourself. you're the only one that gets to call him pet names and nicknames. attentive to each and every need of yours, a tedious and caring lover tuned to please you however you need. that includes splaying you in his lap, two long an slender gloved digits in your mouth while he bounces you on his cock, dark eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and pride as you take him. "is this what you needed, hm? for me to stuff you full and shut you up? tsk tsk tsk, you're drooling all over my fingers. messy girl"

DILF ME UP!