Takuma Ino Has A Secret.

takuma ino has a secret.

one he closely guards and never told a soul about it. tight lipped he is whenever he thinks of it and avoiding of conversation getting closer to being related.

his secret he got a crush on nanami's soft and plush girlfriend.

it's bad as it is. liking the his mentor's girlfriend whom he deeply respects but he can't resist and fall for your charms and now he suffers from it.

opposites you are with his mentor and yet, he can see how you love nanami and the latter also. there's no ounce of affections are displayed with eyes watching but he knows how you both truly felt for each other — for the reason it's also the same how he looks at you.

stolen glances with every chance he had. he never dared to look at you when nanami's around knowing how disrespectful it is — to take interest in a person who is completely taken but he's a man too. a man who is also capable of love.

he sees you in his dreams. your round face above him while you plant a kiss in his lips to wake him up. you kissed him everywhere — with his face bare and his most favorite — you kissing him with his mask on. disrespectful and out of his code — he also had dreams. not the innocent kind. one should not utter when there are ears around. listening to his words.

a far and unrealistic chains of expectations on how he would act as a lover to you and he daydreams about it — a lot.

however you made it clear that you will always see him as a little brother and ino hates it. tired of the feeling of being treated as a younger brother by his seniors. he don't want that — not even from you.

forbidden it was — ino accepted the fact that you will never be his. he can only admire you afar with nanami beside you but he's grateful that someone like you graced his life.

at the very moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he was a goner and the very last moment he laid his eyes on you with nanami — the remaining affection he had for you died along with his shattered heart.

nanami treats you like a princess in the streets and a whore in the sheets. ahh. the duality.

— A LESSON TO LEARN

ENTRY #005 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. KISHIBE + EXHIBITIONISM

— exhibitionism is the term most commonly used for the action of being nude and/or engaged in a sexual act for others to witness visually.

• pairing: kishibe x chubby reader

• content warnings: public sex (alleyway), reader is in her twenties, kishibe in his fifties, spanking, calling of whore, kishibe calls reader, kiddo.

you have a lot to learn considering you're new in the public safety division and whose much better to learn from is the man who had years of experience, the strongest devil hunter — kishibe.

kishibe really lives out to his name being called the strongest in the division and to your expectations of him when you first entered the doorways of the public safety commission — you knew you were there for the thrill and the with the astronomical salary paid for people with your line of work.

and of course, to meet kishibe.

despite the adrenaline you were chasing for — death and fun are in the same page of your vocabulary — you need to at least toughen up in this line of work the high you were looking for and you were given the opportunity to be trained by no other than kishibe. thanks to ms. makima for her connections.

it didn't matter how old he was to you. the older someone is, the more experienced they have and he was perfect to you.

“the circumstances isn't what i expected coming from someone like you.” he says gruffly. taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out. his eyes narrowing and yet he remained emotionless.“hunting devils isn't for people like you who seeks it for fun. this ain't a playground for you to play, kiddo.” pulling the silver flask from his coat and taking a swig from it.

you were annoyed by it. you knew you were young and being young and knowing the future that waited for you. it seems right to enjoy it.

seeing you were affected by what he was saying with your brows scrunch, the little mean pout and the glare you were sending to him. kishibe knew you were stubborn. youngsters this days.

“perhaps you could find something that will satisfy you.”

it was a low for someone like him to be fucking someone in a dark alleyway. his coat abandoned in his feet, pants pooling in his waist and the few buttons of his shirt are undone while his large cock is buried deep inside your sopping cunt.

you were the someone he is currently fucking in a dark alleyway with bystanders passing by with, unaware of you two both but with your filthy moans echoing — it wouldn't be too long for someone to notice you both.

“if i've known this also the fun you wanted — i should have fucked you sooner.” he groans behind your ears. his breath ragged while he drills his cock to your fat pussy. the back of your knee hooked in his arm while you moaned out his name.

kishibe didn't expected that at his age and his experiences in women — he would be still disciplining a brat like you. a few decades younger than him.

“told you — 'm not a kid, kishibe — mmph” you moaned out as you taunt him. if he would treat you like a kid then better be a brat for him. you giggled looking above him with his eyes neutral and his face monotonous but it looks like he was cracking from his facade.

his eyebrows raising while he examines you. your skirt bunched up to your waist. your blouse discarded along with his coat. showing the the side of your head pressed to the cold wall while you look to him like you were challenging him and you were getting too cocky for his taste.

“you're not a kid? hm?” he hums, questioning you with a confirmation. his hips snapping to yours and you let out a squeal from the sudden pace of his pounding to you. “then you wouldn't mind being shown like a whore to this people.” he says. spreading you wider and with your chunky leg hook in his arm, he positioned it to the direction where unsuspecting people passing by in the alleyway. if there's a unknown soul who turn his head to the direction. they can your fat cunt on display with his cock sliding in and out of your hole.

the thought of being seen by someone while getting your hole used sends shocks of shiver running down to your spine and to your pussy. the thought of it got you clenching around him and kishibe groans.

“you like that? you like someone watching you while you're getting impaled by an old cock, huh?” you gushed more from his filthy words. your slick dripping out as it runs down to his length.

“yes! i love it very much! please!” you cried out. your nerves tingling from how he was hard from he was fucking you. the sound of skin slapping and your cunt squelching from his length turns you on more and you didn't want it to end. finding the thrill of being fucked in a public place by your senior.

“more — please! fuck me harder!” moving your own hips to match his speed. your hand reaching out for his head and pulling it close for you to kiss him. turning your head to the side to meet his face and then his lips capturing your own. turning it on a more heated kiss. both of your tongues clashing in the insides of your mouth. “mmmm” his fingers coming to rub your swollen clit while his other hand gripping the rolls of your stomach. finding the leverage to continue his barrage of thrusts to your warm hole.

holding his head, you can feel the stitches in his cheek. rubbing into your face and that adds to the appeal of him. the sensation being too much for you and it wouldn't be too long before you can cum. your fingers pinching and pulling your nipple.

you didn't care about the noises coming from you. you weren't afraid of being someone with your body full on display as long you were under his touch.

your plush body quivers when the tip of his cock — hits the soft spot inside you making your juices drip down. “hit me there! hit me there again!” and kishibe complies to your wishes. angling his hips to a different position to hit that special spot inside you. raising your leg a little higher.

his cock throbs more than ever the more he buries himself deep inside you. the moment he took you under his wing — he knew he fucked up. you unknowingly bewitched him and it was his fault. you were deranged from the moment you joined his division. too fucked up and too crazy to ever fear death and he realizes him fucking you in this place will never satisfy your greed.

with a harsh bounce as you lower yourself to him. his balls slapping to your pussy. your warm walls came convulsing around him. making sure you were going to milk him dry and that triggers his own high. groaning and muttering a curse as he bit the crook of your neck while you milked him for all his worth.

his hot, white, sticky cum warming and painting your insides. generous amount of his cum seeping deep inside your walls that it creates a creamy, white ring at the side of his cock while still being inside you.

“you filthy whore.” he rasped out and it made you giggle. “yes. i'm your filthy whore.” looking at him with a daze look and he couldn't deny you still look innocent despite just being fucked by him.

turning around to face him and you hisses from the sensitivity. his cock still buried inside you. “i will be always your whore — kishibe.” kissing the tip of his nose.

“sure you are.” he muttered. pulling his length out from you. his cum running down to your creamy thighs. after fixing himself up. he grabbed his coat along with your blouse. assisting you dressing up and turning around with his back facing you. after making sure you were decent you followed him.

a huge smile etched from your face and kishibe takes a swig of the liquid in his flask. hearing you follow him and kishibe damn sure, he will never take someone as crazy like you under his wing again.

it was a lesson to learn for a man like him.

— A DAY IN A WORK

ENTRY #001 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

[ FT. NANAMI KENTO + VOYEURISM KINK ]

— a person who derives sexual gratification from observing the naked bodies or sexual acts of others, especially from a secret vantage point.

pairing: nanami kento x chubby reader

• content warnings: salaryman! nanami kento, established relationship, wife! reader, dry humping, masturbation (fem), voyeurism.

in which salaryman nanami kento gets home and only to find his darling getting busier than he is.

regret is always in the end and nanami couldn't think of any job that suits him better than being a regular salaryman. it's a tedious job and completely doesn't align with his morals and there goes the saying “it's better than nothing.” it irks him so much at being at this line of the job but still he goes to work in time and goes home in time with the exceptions of overtime which he hated but on the good side, he's compensated with a salary adding up to fatten his wallet.

the job pays well yet it doesn't fill the void in his soul when faced with mountains of paperwork and the screen staring right at him with his reflection showing how utterly tired he is and showing how bullshit this job is. everything's shit and with that nanami always look forward in going home. the best part of his day where he will be in the arms of his life.

ahh. his sweet, chubby wife. the only good thing in his life.

he can already imagine you in the kitchen wearing that dress with the apron, cooking his favorites and you would greet him with a hug and a kiss. a wonderful way to decompress really.

nanami groans looking at clock. it wouldn't be so long before it's time to go home. he looks back at the works he needed to finish. presentations, reports, new recruits to be interviewed and nanami sighs. this would be going longer than he thought.

he holds his coat while he fishes for his keys. opening the door nanami had never been greeted with silence. there's always the sound of your footsteps when you come greeting him in your shared home. you may be napping or keeping yourself busy. he remembers texting you earlier saying he would be late with the regards of the amount of work that is placed in his plate today.

he quietly trudge to your shared bedroom, putting his coat in the coat rack and nanami instantly perks up when he hears the sweetest of voices he ever heard in someone.

“mmm...”

his eyes dark and cloudy with lust. such sinful and forbidden sight for anyone to see. if it was medusa and her hair made of snakes slithering with eyes in slits that with a look could turn someone into stone. he would be one. long gone with the cruel sight of his wife. a temptation he cannot resist and thank the heavens you are his by law and soul. you are his to devour yet he is patient. feasting on the sight of you chasing your own high.

“ken...—please.” you moaned, rolling your hips to feel the soft texture of the stomach of the giant teddy bear you were riding. a waste for a toy made for comfort for such actions. imagining it was him you were riding.

oh! you missed your dear husband. if only he was here to help you. sooth the ache between your legs. to stuff you full of his cock or be tortured by his skillful tongue. instead he was stuck doing paperwork.

you love being a housewife to such wonderful man but you can't bear to be away from him even for a short time. that's what you get for marrying with a busy man leaving you to tend your own carnal needs.

you didn't even notice him. staring at you with hunger in his eyes. gaze burning at such wonderful sight in front of him while you soiled the gift he gave you.

there ain't so much for it. serving its purpose — for comfort and pleasure.

his hand reaches for his tie, pulling it loose. leaning in the door while his fingers tugs the buttons passing it through the holes. the more he tugs at the buttons, the more skin is exposed. his chest rising above and lower. he takes a breath, watching his wife play with herself.

loose tanktop and only in panties wet from your ministrations. you continued to grind yourself in the huge stuffed animal bear. your palm in its chest — imagining it was your husband himself. you place your hand in your chest. cupping the mounds for added pleasure until you slide your hand over the top and going under to expose your breast. pinching and rolling the stiff bud between your finger, eliciting a moan from your sinful mouth.

raising your head instinctively, looking at the ceiling above as surge of arousal and hotness coils in your stomach and your throbbing clit. your eyes closing from the bliss while you continue to rub your soaked folds in the toy.

your gaze went back to look at the innocent cuddly bear beneath you. panting softly while you continued your exploit. your body aching for release.

just when you're nearly close to reaching your high — in the corner of your peripheral vision. you caught sight of your husband leaning in the door. gaze fixated at you.

“ken...” you call him, a little embarrassed of getting caught in a perverse position. humping the unanimated object like a bitch in a heat.

nanami only smiles at you — the same gentle smile he shows you everytime. the kind one with the assurance that it is fine but his eyes contradicts what his lips tell. the need and lust evident in those brown eyes of his.

blond locks tousled — a clear sign of a rough day at work. shirt unbuttoned, his navy blue tie loose around his collar.

your sight darting to the evident bulge in his pants. his cock straining that you can make out the indention of his cock. showing the effect you have in him.

“why did you stop, darling? i'm enjoying the show.” his lips curling upward while he removes his tie. walking towards the room. pulling himself a chair and placing it in front of the bed.

he sat on it. making himself comfortable. spreading his legs as he leans back to get a front view of the goodness of his wife. a luxury he intends to indulge himself in.

“go on , darling. show me how much you please yourself.” it almost sounds like a purr from the way he speaks.

with a shaky breath, “okay.” you muttered. positioning yourself in a comfortable matter. straddling the bear and putting your whole weight on it. legs on the side of the stuffed toy. flashing him a brief view of your damp panties, eyes darkening at the moment before looking to you. a little embarrassed but fuck, you look divine. considering you're in a provocative position but can hold the most bashful of expressions.

you began to roll your hips. creating the most delicious friction in between your folds. adding pressure to your stimulated clit. body burning in desire while your husband watched you.

this is much better if paired with wine. the red liquid sloshing while he twirls the glass between his fingers. taking a sip occasionally to add pleasure for his viewing. a truly delectable sight.

his eyes fixated while you ground your hips. the breathless moans coming from your mouth whilst looking at him — eyes blown with lust.

“i'm c—close,ken...” you warned him. toes curling while you rolled your nipples between your thumb and fore fingers.

“doing good for me, darling.”

your chub jiggling, skin covered with sweat. panting from your ministrations as prssure began to build in the pit of your abdomen, like a rope slowly breaking apart the more you pull it. thoughts muddle, a tingle running down in your spine while you focused on chasing your pleasure.

“ken... i—i—i” you call out too him. grinding the stuffed toy faster, the more you grind into it, your arousal soaks and seeps through the fabric of the toy. biting your lips as you muffle the silent scream that ripped from your throat as your orgasm exploded. soaking your already drenched panties.

he almost came in his pants from watching and hearing you cum. good heavens — you're going to be the cause of his death. if in your arms or in between your thick thighs, he will greet death with open arms.

he stands up, leaving you no room to catch your breath. his large palms grasping your face before pulling you in for a kiss.

a soft mewl resonating within you as you kissed him back. parting your mouth to welcome him and nanami took this as an invitation for his tongue to slide inside your mouth. guiding you towards for much a deeper kiss.

“so perfect and good for me.” he muttered.

foreheads touching while you softly breath in each other's mouth. his hand running through your back. squeezing the supple flesh there.

“can you give me another one, darling?” he asks, his lips ghosting in yours.

“i think so but what about you , kento?” holding the collar of his shirt.

“later, i just need to see you come again for me.”

“make yourself comfortable then.”

nanami smiles pressing his lips to your forehead.

blessed he is. a private show from his wife and it's all a day in a work for a man like him.

— LOOK WHO'S TALKIN’

ENTRY #006 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. MATSUKAWA ISSEI + DUMBIFICATION

— fucking someone so hard they go stupid.

• pairing: matsukawa issei x chubby reader

• content warnings: table sex, name calling (cumdump), degradation, teasing.

you and your smart mouth and the effect it have on him. maybe it's time for issei to put you in your place and he got the perfect idea.

“cat got your tongue, eh?”

issei jeers at you. his face morphing into one of a mocking expression with a huge shit- eating grin in his lips. eyeing your plump body slumped in the table while his cock is buried to the hilt inside your soaking pussy.

the cold table in where you laid is lathered with your sweat. it felt disgusting but at least it provide you some relief to not get your back bruised from how hard issei was fucking you. you felt so small and helpless and you can't voice out your annoyance and frustration at him. the air in your lungs getting knocked out everytime you tried to say something. you're beyond incoherent at this point.

“want to say something? use that smart mouth of yours, baby.” he challenges. his hips busy snapping at an unruly place to your cunt. his arm wrapped around your leg with your ankle hooked in his shoulder.

he can't help but to chuckle at your current position. you were totally powerless against him. what banter and the sarcasm firing from your mouth earlier are nothing but babbles and whines coming from your mouth. too stupid to speak something about him. serves you right.

don't get him wrong. issei loves that smart mouth of yours. it made his days, adding color to his life and he appreciates that. the playful banters, the jabs you throw at each other without getting offended and ending in laughs but today it was different. he was losing or to put it honestly, it was bruising his ego.

and what does it take to win from you? shut you up with his cock.

“too dumb to think of something witty, are we? this is what you get, sweetheart.” you whine at contempt. drool escaping in the corners of your mouth. fuck issei and his huge cock — you were literally doing it.

your body surrendering from unforgiving strength he was doing. you can't help but to lay there and take what issei has to give to you. your mind too mushed to think of anything and your mouth isn't cooperating with you.

he gazes at your plush body. your tits bouncing from his thrusts, stomach jiggling and that pretty face of yours — he could stare at it all day. your moans music to his ears and he treat it as a rest day for your daily squabbles with him.

mesmerized at the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock. his cock glistening with your slick and it made his cock throb more. his breeder balls slapping to your ass.

“just like that...” he groans feeling your walls clench around him. “you think you're so smart but you're just my stupid — stupid — stupid — cumdump. you're only good for taking my cock, — pretty.” the words hurt and it was unlike for issei to talk with you like this but for some reason that made your cunt throb more, your walls spasming around his cock so hard that it's almost impossible for him to push his cock deeper but no, issei wouldn't let that.

“you like being called my cumdump?” he asks, raising his brows and you shake your head. “oh really? your pussy says different, sweetheart.” there's a sneering tone in his voice and you only whine.

“you're getting dumber on me just for having a dick inside you.” placing your legs beside his torso as he hovers above you. his palms finding place besides you to get more leverage and then his hips began to slam against you.

“i'm going to give you a reason to get stupid.” the pad of his thumb began drawing circles in your clit and that made you cry more. your legs locking behind his torso. making it impossible for him to escape and encourage him to slam into you deeper.

“that's right. i'm going to fuck you until you can only think is my cock inside you.” he groans. with every sharp thrust as his cock making indentions inside your warm walls.

“s—shit, shit. you're going to cum aren't you?” sweat beginning to glisten in his skin. “alright — alright. i'm going to give you my cum.” he says rocking his hips and with a last forceful thrust. he emptied himself inside you. his orgasm triggering yours — sending shockwaves to your system that it made your hole convulse around him. your hips arching — body trembling from the orgasm your body had induced to you.

matsukawa gazes at you. too fucked out from the bliss and that made him smirk. just today, he found out on how to effectively shut you up. just fuck you hard until you can't stop creaming around him. a huge grin plastering in his face. shaking his head at your hopeless case of being fucked dumb by his cock. look who's talkin' now?

he wants to taunt at you but you were still reeling from your high and he'll let it slide. just for today. you were still too dumb to understand what he is saying.

issei will wait for a another day to use his way of shutting you up or not? maybe. he knows after this you're still running your smart mouth and it won't be a problem of making you shut up.