Nirvana
Summary: AU. "Well, fuck you too," he had said it out of spite, despite his eyes sneaking brief glances over her body. Well, maybe he had another thing in mind when he said it. Okikagu.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama.
A/N: After some thought, I've decided to update this story first before I get busy starting tomorrow. I won't be updating for a couple of weeks due to personal problems in real life, but I'll return by the time February comes around, so don't worry about this fic being abandoned anytime soon. I just need a break to settle some issues, then I'll be back in early Feb. I do apologize for the sudden inconvenience though, and readers' understanding is greatly appreciated.
Chapter 4
Kagura woke to the incessant buzzing of her pink cellphone, situated at the side of her head.
She was vaguely aware of the strong arm draped over her waist as an incoherent grumble passed her lips, the remnants of a nice dream of devouring an all-you-can-eat buffet promptly chased away by the continuous vibrations signalling a call she assumed was from her brother. A small, pink-manicured fist rubbed over her right eye before long, thick eyelashes fluttered open to reveal half-sleepy ocean blues. Seeing her iPhone's brighten up as numerous text messages intruded her deep slumber, Kagura propped herself up on her elbows as she went for the piece of machinery, irritation flitting across her features after having her sleep perturbed. The moment she swiped it open, she could only catch a fleeting glimpse of the 50 text messages and 20 missed calls - all coming from Kamui and papi over the course of 8 hours - before she felt a warm pair of lips descend on her shoulder blade, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses from the curve of her left shoulder and upper still to the side of her slender neck. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
The soft tendrils of his brown fringe brushed against her cheek and sent a ticklish sensation to rack down the base of her spine as he murmured against her skin, "Leaving already?"
She didn't justify his question with a response and instead placed a hand over the top of his head to shove him off of her as she pushed herself off the couch and assumed a standing position. She ignored his savage insult as the force of her assault caused him to bump his head against the couch's armrest as she bent down to retrieve her Chinese attire lying forgotten in a discarded heap of clothing on the carpeted floor.
Okita diverted his gaze from her ample ass just in time for her to spin on her heels as she regarded him with annoyance dancing in her pools of sapphires. Apparently, she had noticed his leering before she had whirled around to face him, but the sadist merely offered her a cheeky grin in return, not at all flinching under her withering stare.
"What time is it?" he proceeded to ask despite her lack of interest in the conversation as he watched her slide on the red dress, his red orbs ogling intently with a hint of suppressed desire as the satin fabric glided down her supple form. He allowed himself only a brief, indulgent glance on the rosy-colored nipples hardening in the cold air before it was promptly obstructed from his hungry eyes. She hadn't bothered to put a bra on, mostly because he had basically ripped it into half during their scorching tryst the prior night.
It was a couple of seconds of observing the deep frown etched on her forehead as her eyes caught her shredded underwear, before she expelled an indignant huff and shot him a heated glare. "A half an hour before 8.00." She crooked her knees as she went on to salvage what was left of her favorite pair of panties, and Okita took that opportunity to deliver a loud smack on the right side of her plump buttocks before she slapped his hand away. "Might want to get your stupid ass moving if you don't wanna get an earful from the mayo addict again."
Okita didn't answer at once and simply hooked an arm around her waist once she was in close proximity as he abruptly brought her down to straddle his lap. "Hijikata-san's too busy staining his toilet bowl to come to work, I would think."
Surprise ruptured the bratty expression on Kagura's features for a fraction of a second before it was swiftly replaced with her scrunching her nose in disgust as she settled both palms on his chest, paying no mind to the muscles flexing underneath the pads of her fingers as she sought to push him away. Her efforts were futile, however, as he only tightened his hold around her and pulled her infuriatingly closer until her well-endowed breasts were pressed firmly against the hard contours of his chest. Her mouth tugged down into a thin line to form a deep scowl of displeasure when his hand disappeared between the slit of her Chinese dress to venture further into what was between her thighs.
"I'm leaving," she reminded him, the stern chastise in her voice melting down into a loud moan before she inhaled a sharp intake of a breath as his fingers ghosted over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
She gritted her teeth to stifle another sound from rolling off her tongue before she eventually managed to wrench herself free from his grip and stood up from the sofa, only to yelp in astonishment when a hand shot up to seize a tight clutch on her arm before she was pulled down yet again, her buxom hips now pinned against his growing hard on. A high-pitched whimper involuntarily erupted from her throat as he rubbed it up and down between the crack of her ass, her mind acutely aware of the feeling of his self-satisfied smirk spreading against her flesh as his mouth found solace on her ear, his teeth catching her earlobe before nipping and tugging then letting it go.
"I said, I'm leaving," she snarled at him, though the sound lost its intended effect when it resonated in between heavy pants as his fingers delved into her slick core once again.
"Too early, China," he husked against the red tips of her ear as he plunged his fingers in and out of her in a rapid motion, relishing in the quaking of her form as one of her hands flew to his wrist, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. "You're pretty soaked already, I bet I can fuck you right here and it wouldn't even hurt."
"I hope your dick gets cut off, you horny scum. Can't you think about anything other than sex for at least five minutes?" she growled, resisting the sudden impulse to buck her hips against his thrusting digits as his free hand skated into her dress as well, his fingers immediately finding her swollen clit and flicking the poor appendage furiously from side to side.
"When I'm around a sexy little thing like you?" Okita's laugh was warm and husky, dripping heavily with uninhibited lust as it echoed in her ears. "No. I want to keep going until you fall apart again, just like last night."
Kagura stifled a trembling whimper that he had almost manage to elicit as the enticing words resounded in the air, further serving as a propellant to the fire building up in her belly. She wouldn't lie - of course she wanted this as well, but hell would freeze over before she would allow him the sadistic pleasure of overpowering her again. She would deny her own growing desires, if only not to let things go his way. Her pride implored her so at the very least, but the stupid sadist was determined to chip away at her inflated ago with each brush of his fingers against her insides.
"No," she tried to come across as firm, only to fail miserably in her little endeavor as a sharp, ecstatic gasp left her lips when his speed increased tenfold, his brute force doubling as well as he spread his fingers inside her before curling and slamming them against the spot that sent her mind spiralling into the gutter in mere seconds. "I need to go home before Kamui starts throwing a fit again," came her weak, lame objection, her words nothing but a mumbled, jumbled mess as they were drowned by a harsh slew of moans, "o-or God forbid, papi's there too and I might as well end up facing hell when I get there." And really, as wonderfully pleasant it felt to have his fingers fucking her until she was a screaming, shivering mess, Kagura knew that they had only about 30 minutes for her to get home, get showered with harsh scoldings from her family, and hopefully survive Kamui trying to break every bone in her body before they would have to go to work.
It took him only a brief second to grasp her line of musings, only for it to take a fraction of that second for his ardour-induced mind to shrug off her concerns as he couldn't care less at the moment. All he wanted was to bend her over like a bitch in heat and fuck her until she came multiple times and was rendered into an overstimulated slut over the coffee table. Now that he'd had a taste of her, Okita wanted more and he was about to get more.
"My condolences for your upcoming demise," came his snide remark, though it lacked the sarcasm that was usually tinted in such a sardonic comment as he rammed his fingers in and out of her again and again, his other hand unrelenting as he stroked her clit hard and fast.
Kagura could barely hear the euphoric noises coming out of her throat as she was more focused on the sensations assaulting her senses all at once. But she had distinctively caught his deprecating response, and tried to form a coherent insult of her own before verbalizing it out loud, albeit her words were absent of the dangerous threat laced in the way she spoke as they sounded between her mewls of pleasure, "I'll live, if only to try and cut your head off. I bet Kamui would love to have your head impaled on the wall of our house as decoration."
"Kamui's just jealous because I'm a better version of him," Okita scoffed.
"You're both as ugly as a horse's rear end," she struggled to riposte, patting herself on the back when she succeeded to force the remark out in a condescending tone. This, however, did not last long as she felt the heat in the pits of her stomach reach a boiling point, the feeling signalling her release. Desperate for more and pushing her pride out of the way, Kagura lost herself in the pleasure, bringing herself up and down against his propelling fingers, moaning and whining when the euphoria heightened a hundredfold as she sought to go over the edge.
"Are you close?" Okita growled against her ear as he felt her insides twitch, the sensation quickly followed with the feeling of her walls clamping down on his digits like a vice. He darted his tongue out to lick at the droplet of sweat trickling down her jaw as he buried his face in her vermillion tresses, sliding his eyes closed as he reveled in the scent of her arousal and the sounds of her pleasure.
"No," she stubbornly denied in spite of her screams rising in tandem with the thrusting of his fingers as his movements gained a briskier tempo.
"You're pretty dumb if you think I'd believe that," he chortled, the sound downright seductive as he grinded his hardening shaft against the fabric of her dress, a groan inadvertently rolling off his tongue as he felt himself slip in and out of the valley between her well-rounded butt cheeks. "Hurry up and come," he ordered in a way that asserted authority, knowing it would drive her insane as he let out the growled command.
Kagura didn't want to admit it but the urgent dominance laced in his words served to spur her on even more, and she intensified the motions of her hips in time with his increased brute force as he rutted the tips of his fingers over and over against her assaulted g-spot. A couple more bucks of her hips then she came undone, white, blinding pleasure clouding her vision as the intensity of her climax overrode everything else around them.
"You goddamn sadist," she hissed, but did not fight back as he pushed her to the coffee table, the girl instinctively propping herself up on the elbows as he positioned her on her knees. Already, she could feel the tip of his length rubbing up and down her damp folds before he gave her sensitive core a delicious slap. Kagura hated herself as her back arched in pleasure and a whimper erupted from between her parted lips as he drove himself from tip to hilt in a single, swift flick of his pelvis.
"You liked it. Don't lie." Okita lapped away at the sweat dripping from his forehead and down to his lips as he cupped her ass in both palms, the hem of her dress hiked up to reveal the flushed skin off her hips as they bounced in time with each shove.
Needless to say, the both of them skipped work that day. They got an earful from their superiors and Kagura pulled through a continuous onslaught of attacks from both Kamui and her papi, whilst Okita went on to poison one of Hijikata's mayonnaise bottles for lecturing him too much and just for the general reason of existing in the first place⦠again.
AnonymousSiren- Aw, you're a cute one hehe. And I love you too! I like to do this because it feels like I'm interacting with my readers, you see. Lol, I take it you loved the smut? Well, expect a lot more coming soon! XD
malo bad- You're welcome. That's exactly why I started writing for this fandom in the first place to be honest - well, that and because I love Okikagu lol. I'm hoping to make this a regular pairing as well, though I probably won't be including more stories unless I finish this one first (note keyword: probably lol). Of course! Expect tons of drama and an abundance of smut lmao, as well as numerous death threats. Thanks as usual for the support. :)
lightbattery- Better keep a tissue nearby at all times if you're going to continue reading this, because you're in for quite the smutty ride XD. Hope this chapter wasn't too hot for you either lmao.
Sukonbu.n.co- Aw, thank you! Nothing pleases more than readers liking my smut. Lol, god knows how hard it is to write those without indulging in more inappropriate thoughts in the process XD. And thanks for the praises! I'm glad that you enjoy my writing style, it's always been one of my concerns that readers might not like reading what I type because it might sound weird or something. I'm happy that some wonderful people like you are here for support, it really does motivate me a lot! :D
beautifly92- Thank you! Hope you liked this chapter as well. Hehe.
