daily thoughts

august 4th 🫩

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Shunsui Kyoraku one-shot. It's smut and pretty short, but who cares? It's Shunsui. Before Toji, there was Shunsui Kyoraku—-and I am a devout worshipper of Shunsui Kyoraku.

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YOUR DRUNKEN FOOL OF A HUSBAND IS AN UNFORGIVING PERVERT. The various times he's been caught gawking at your breast, sniffing your panties, or peering up under your skirts/dresses are astronomical—-and all those times you've caught him, but he only grins and hums warmly in retaliation—-also astronomical. He has no shame in being a pervert, and he has no shame in being caught in the act with you by anyone either.

Mr. Kyoraku simply doesn't believe in stopping his perverted actions. It was true to his nature and character. It's how he attracts the ladies—-well, of course, he never indulges. The only person he's attracted to is you, and he has no troubles of showing it at all... even when intoxicated.

"Are you about to cum again, dearest?" He drunkenly questions, tone full of genuine curiosity and interest, not as if he was crouched between your opened, shaking legs in his office, pummeling his long digits into the deepest, dripping parts of you. Your little fingers clutch tightly onto the kimono he wished for you to wear, hiking it up to his liking for him to enjoy the sight of your cunt creaming thickly around his fingers for the fourth time.

You had not a clue why you were entertaining his madness, as you always did. You keep promising to yourself that you'll stop doing such foul deeds, but the words you speak and endlessly swear to yourself never hold weight with him, your husband.

"Yess..." You weakly squeal out, legs shaking uncontrollably—-collapsing in on themselves, but he reaches between your thighs with his unattended hand and plants his hand on your butt, ensuring for you not to fall backwards. Constant wet squelches pour out of your tight cunt. Liquids non-stop fall out the slippery mess of your puffy cunt, staining his attire and face, but he doesn't care—-he positions himself closer to your cunt, his face directly in between your shaking legs. The perverted man's jaw falls slack, letting some of the free droplets of arousal splatter onto his face and in his mouth.

Helpless moans spill from your babbling lips. Chants that you're about to release mixing in with the loud sounds of his phone annoyingly going off—-more than likely, it was an announcement for the meeting he orchestrated—-but to preface this again, he doesn't give a fuck. The only sounds ringing in his ears are the noisy ones your cunt loudly produces for him. It was as if your wet pussy was serenading him—-flirting with him—-challenging him to a murderous battle, but it was definitely his favorite sake you served him re-wiring his brain.

Reality and logic was lost to him. Reason luckily was present, but it wasn't the reasoning your mind or body could take—-especially, not with his stamina. Not with his stamina or strength at all.

Tears rain down your heated face uncontrollably, hiccups and hitched gasps filling the air. Your light hands frantically move all over your pretty, sobbing face at his thick, veiny cock deeply slamming back inside your constricting warmth, hips brutally snapping forward into your wet pelvis. You were completely bare underneath his clothed, rocking body. His beautifully long, silky brown hair had tumbled out of his loose ponytail and paraded around the silhouette of your small body like a cloak, just like his big, pink kimono he wore.

"You smell so beautiful, so earthly, so poetic—-like petal blossoms swaying to the unpredictable songs of the cold, wintry wind," It was nonsense. This entire situation of him entrapped in his drunken stupor, foolishly attempting at lines of poetry as his fat cock abuses your spasming walls without mercy was peak insanity. "Ever since that day we met for our marriage arrangement, the colors of the petals have... brightened. They seem to never dim or—-hmm—-dull in the presence of you..."