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.
Chapter 7
Okita wasn't sure where he was going.
At some point during his entire dash in escape from his impending doom that came in the form of Kamui, the towel wrapped around his waist had slid down his legs, discarded and forgotten somewhere he had no clue as he was more focused on speeding away for his life to notice. It took him the unpleasant feeling of cold air fluttering at his lower half and the female police officers' screams of utter horror and embarrassment for him to realize that he was exposed in all of his naked glory to the eyes of his unassuming coworkers. Of course, Okita Sougo being the unabashed sadistic prick that he was, simply shrugged it off like it was a trivial issue and even had the audacity to send a flirtatious wink at a blushing female cop before he then for some reason spared just about enough time to deliver a sharp kick at the back of Hijikata's calves when he ran into the older man.
His crimson irises landed on the girls' locker room and being the man who never thought things through that he was, he stupidly decided to swiftly enter the threshold of the women's changing space. He probably won't come in here if he doesn't want to be called a pervert, was his line of musing and the reasoning behind his rather mindless, unorthodox scheme. He didn't take into account the possibility of him being assaulted by an onslaught of attacks by the women who might be in there nor the prospect of being deemed a peeping tom crossed his mind as he was more fixated on finding a hiding spot in case Kamui were to decide to to come in looking for him anyway.
Striding around the locker room, Okita noted with increasing relief that there was no one there. Granted, the moment he stepped in, the sudden fear of being caught and seen as a lecher rushed over him for only a fraction of a second until he caught not even a glimpse of another figure inside the space and the revelation gradually dawned on him that it was empty. Well, it made things a lot easier.
That was, until a familiar idiot ambled out of the washrooms and intruded his field of vision. Kagura didn't discern his presence at first, seemingly more preoccupied with drying her hair with a small-sized towel to notice. It took her the sound of metal clanging to finally turn her gaze to him, bewilderment immediately melting into humiliation before blending with a mixture of humiliation and brewing ire.
Okita didn't perceive the fact that he had accidentally kicked an empty can of soda in his little march, the chiming sound that followed the involuntary action reverberating in a high-pitched octave through the walls. Instead, he appeared to be more attentive to her appearance, his pools of red taking in everything in his sight.
He caught the vermillion locks of hair before he trudged his eyes lower, briefly meeting her startled-laced-outrage cerulean orbs before he spared a brief, indulgent glance at the flushed skin of her cleavage as her well-endowed bosom threatened to fall out of the towel that was cloaking around her voluptuous form. The droplets of water dripping from the tips of her hair and matting the tendrils of orange-scarlet lustrous mane at various parts of her face had the delicious added effect of trickling down her body and causing the piece of towel to cling around her well-proportioned figure. He could almost see the way it hugged her perfectly slim waist, accentuating her supple breasts as it made the curve of her hips more prominent. Already, he could feel blood rushing to his groin and Kagura seemed to notice it as well as she trailed her sapphire pupils lower and caught the sight of his shaft hardening to his stomach.
"Oh, my god!" she gawked, mouth wide open as a horrified gasp rumbled out her throat. Pink tinted her rounded cheeks with shame as she hollered, "You're the most disgusting pig on earth! What the fuck are you doing getting boner at a time like this?"
Contrary to her understandably perplexed and embarrassed reaction, Okita was relatively neutral, features stoic even as he continued to leer down at her with an increasingly lustful touch perturbing his impartial irises. His voice was lower and huskier than he had meant it to be as he offered a witty remark in return, "What are you talking about? How the hell does a guy not get turned on when a hot girl is practically nude in front of him?" Although, there was a hint of incredulity in his timbre as he verbalized his honest thoughts, almost as if he found her question stupid.
"Shut up!" came her snarl, though the cute rosy hue adorning her cheeks seemed to intensify, turning a deep ruby as more blood rushed through her head. "And why are you naked anyway? Ugh, is this your idea of getting me to sleep with you again?" she asked him once she realized that he was completely barred from any sort of coverage.
He proffered her a response in the form of a nonchalant, lopsided shrug of his left shoulder. "Well, I wasn't really planning on it." There was a pause as he shot her a suggestive glance at her rather alluring ass. "But I guess the notion of peeling that towel off of you and fucking you here does sound pretty tempting, China, when you're looking sexy like that," the purr that sounded from the back of his throat as he said this caused shivers to rack down to the base of her spine before her inflated ego compelled her to react by drawing her lips into a tight scowl.
She tried not to let her eyes linger between his thighs as she slithered them upwards, inwardly kicking herself in the gut when she felt a familiar puddle of heat beginning to build in the pits of her stomach. The muscles of his arms seemed to flex in time with his movements as he hoisted one to scratch the back of his neck, his abs noticeable under her hungry stare as she crawled her gape upper still to his well-sculpted chest. Kagura felt like curling into a ball and hiding herself under a rock when Okita apparently discerned the gleam of appreciation in her pair of ocean blues as a self-satisfied, taunting smirk grazed at his lips.
"Like what you see?" The mocking tone of his deep voice resonated in an echo as it entered her ears, the slightly seductive undertones latent beneath causing her cheeks to warm up even more as the redness spread to her whole face.
"Like hell," she growled through gritted teeth, pride rearing its ugly head before she spun around on her heels, intent on heading out and leaving the irritation-inducing cop behind.
Although, her feet halted halfway through as a callous hand seized a tight grip around her forearm, and in a swift motion, whirled her around before crushing her harshly against a body patently bigger and taller than hers. Her sultry mounds were pinned against the hard contours of his chest as Okita steadily pushed her back until she was attached between him and the wall, leaving her no room for escape as he briskly nudged his knees between hers. His thigh swept upwards until it met with warmth and wetness and want as he proceeded to grind it against her core. The sudden pressure that followed his ministrations caused Kagura to inadvertently arch her back in growing pleasure, a startled gasp of ecstasy rippling out her throat before she collected herself and shot him a vehement glare.
"Really? You want it now? After I just showered?" The angry tone that she attempted to adopt as she verbalized the ludicrous inquiry out loud lost its effect as her words left her in a shaky pant when the need for more became unbearable and her hips started moving on their own accord, driving her damp centre along the muscles lining his thigh.
"You don't sound pretty convincing when you're humping my leg like a little slut," he groaned in return as he felt her juices begin to coat a thick layer of arousal on his skin, pressing her closer to him as he wrapped an arm around her waist and clasped a hand around of her butt cheeks.
His blunt nails moderately dug into her skin as his fingers gave her a nice squeeze before he delivered a loud, resounding smack on her derriere. Kagura's shocked, sharp gasp at the abrupt gesture caused him to grin against her warm flesh as his mouth found solace on the junction between her shoulder and neck, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses all over her. The girl was barely aware of the feeling of her towel slowly falling open as he sneakily tugged it off of her until she felt the freezing sensation of a breeze meeting her exposed skin and caught the distinct feel of the fabric landing in a heap around her feet. A hint of annoyance disrupted her ardour-induced state of mind as he expelled an amused fit of chuckles, somewhat pleased to have her putty in his hands as the hand around her ass drifted lower still to the pearl between her legs, teasingly tracing the crease of her hips before delving between her folds. The derogatory insult that she had attempted to let out was reduced into a high-pitched whimper as he proceeded to roughly drill his fingers in and out of her, the tips of his digits brutally slamming against the sensitive spot inside of her as a string of harsh slew of moans instinctively bubbled out her chest from the sudden euphoria that assaulted her senses.
"Oh, shaking already? And I haven't even started," he laughed out loud, though the howl of chortles were heavily laced with barely curbed nympholepsy as his hungry eyes ogled down at her, drinking in her reactions as her raptured mewls rose in tandem with the speedy thrusts of his fingers into her slick core.
The slight condescending tone he assumed brought her partially out of her pleasure-induced state, her eyes shooting daggers at him and threatening to pulverise him into ashes under her heated stare as she supplied an exasperated growl in return, "I'll have you arrested for assaulting an innocent, nice lady like myself, you damn chihuahua."
"Lady?" he echoed the single word with slight ridiculity, another bouts of guffaws leaving his throat even as he trailed his kisses lower down to her collarbone, giving the hard structure a sharp nip before he skirted his lips downwards to her full breasts, his mouth instantly latching on to a pink, taut nipple as he gave it teasing, vigorous sucks, opting for the occasional flick of his tongue here and there before he pulled the sensitive bud out of his mouth in a wet, resounding pop. "There's nothing ladylike in a pig like you, China," he taunted even though he was already making his way to her belly. "And it's your fault for seducing me in the first place, mind you."
He swerved his head slightly to the side just in time for Kagura to hoist one leg up to propel her feet to his chin in a harsh kick, avoiding the sudden attack before he grasped a hold around her thigh and hooked it over his shoulders. The never wavering smirk on his features broadened just an inch as he detected the surge of frustration he could sense radiating off of her, despite the obvious, intoxicating scent of her arousal as her juices drizzled down her thighs.
"I'd rather die before I'd try to get-" Her egotistic denials were cut short when his head dove between her legs, his tongue immediately darting out to brush against her sensitive bundle of nerves as the wet appendage gave a small, tentative lick at her slickened sex, "-into your pants, you fucking asshole." The snippy sentence quickly erupted from her throat, the testy effect wearing off as the syllables rolled off her tongue in the midst of sharp, ecstatic gasps and long, drawn out mewls of euphoric pleasure.
Another chuckle rumbled through his chest, sending delicious vibrations to rush through her core as the muffled sound resonated against her entrance. She hated the tiny jump that her body gave out at the enticing feel, the knot in her stomach further tightening as he licked along between her walls, flicking his tongue swiftly against her swollen clit once it met the sensitive appendage before wrapping his lips around it and bulling it into his mouth. He showered her with harsh, robust sucks, the sensations rapture-inducing enough for her to throw her head back in startled pleasure as he flicked his head cruelly from side-to-side even as her clit was still lodged in his mouth. The violent convulsions of her knees served to spur him on as he continued to shove two fingers hard and deep inside of her, the breakneck momentum of his thrusting matching the speed of his tongue and lips as they worked wonders on her overstimulated clitoris.
A low sound that bordered between a feral growl and a pleased groan drummed from the back of her throat as he felt her squeeze around his fingers, the feeling signifying her upcoming release as he intensified his actions, pushing his digits further into her until only his knuckles were visible as he focused on pushing her over the edge, battering her g-spot as he forcefully jerked his tongue against her clit, the sensations downpouring the poor girl reaching new heights with the occasional ruthless sucks of his mouth as he caught the flap of skin between his lips. He felt a trembling hand snake into his hair, grabbing a fistful of his brown locks as Kagura threatened to yank his strands out of their roots. The rather brutal wrenching at his mane caused him to slide his eyes open. He hadn't noticed they were closed until he felt her fingers tug almost painfully at his hair, the girl seemingly unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer as she felt the budding fire in her loins reaching a boiling point. It took her a few strokes of his tongue and a couple pummels of his fingers into her before she came undone, exploding on his hand and all over his face.
Kagura's quivering form threatened to collapse on the floor before he hooked an arm around her to support her weight, successfully assisting her to regain her balance as she managed to catch herself before the fall. She lifted her half-lidded navy blue orbs to look up at him, raw desire prominent in her eyes as she watched him lick her essence off his fingers before gathering the telltale sign of her release that was dribbling at the corners of his lips into his mouth. He permitted himself a moment to indulge in the taste of the bittersweet flavor of her juices dissolving on his tongue before he grew impatient, his hands flying to the back of her knees as he hoisted her up the air and wrapped her legs around his hips before pushing her further against the wall. The girl enfolded her arms around his neck for support as he glided his hands upwards to cup her hips, giving them a teasing squeeze.
His lips slammed against hers, his kiss hot and bruising as their teeth bumped and tongues fervently caressed against each other before he broke off the lip-lock, his hot breath fanning over her lips as he muttered, voice gruff and breathy, "No time for rest, little piggy. You got little Sou-kun excited and now I'm gonna have my way with you until I'm satisfied."
"Ugh, please don't call it that," Kagura hissed, despite herself already pushing her sex against him as she readied herself to be pounded relentlessly by Okita Sougo of all people. "You're gonna turn me off."
"Don't think that's a cause for concern," came his immediate, demeaning scoff as he released one hand from her right buttock to envelop his fingers around his cock, guiding the tip to her entrance before teasingly tracing it up and down her folds. "Be patient, China," he groaned a low, slightly frustrated yet definitely turned on groan when the girl grew restless and attempted to impale herself on his length, only to be halted in her desperate efforts as he kept her still. "You'll get more. Stop worrying your stupid head about it."
She shot him a withering glare, her brows creased together in moderate chagrin and her voice dripping heavily with uninhibited salacity, mingling with a note of incredulity as she practically barked at him, "You come in with the intent of sticking your little Sou-kun inside of me and tell me to be patient? Are you for real right now?"
"You say not to call it that and then you go ahead and do the same thing," Okita murmured in a barely audible whisper before he expelled a deep sigh. He seemed to consider something before a triumphant, yet beguiling grin began to slant at the edges of his lips. "Never considered you would have been such a whore for me but hey, can't say I'm not enjoying it," he chortled instead, ignoring her savage curse as he continued, "Well, if you want someone to blame, blame your brother. Trust me when I tell you that I wasn't planning on running into you here, I was hiding from him."
The sexual enthusiasm slightly dissipated from Kagura's system at the mention of her brother echoed in the air and caused an expression of sheer astonishment to flit over her visage. "Kamui? Why is he here?" She hadn't known that her big brother would make his appearance, even if she anticipated it. "He came without telling me again," came her grumble as she muttered it under her breath.
His response came in the form of an uncaring shrug of his right shoulder. "I dunno, maybe you told him about us?"
"Do you really think I wanted him to know?" she snorted at him, a scoff building in her throat before it rumbled through her chest. "If I could have kept it a secret, I would have. He kept interrogating me!"
"Well, you might as well let me relish this for a while before your brother comes in and pulls off one of his assassination attempts on me again," Okita quipped in as a riposte, pushing the head of his manhood into her crevice for emphasis.
He reveled in the feeling of her walls drawing him in and the admittedly endearing, booming whimper of strong delight that bubbled out her lips as he plunged himself into her from tip to hilt with a brisk, single snap of his hips. The violent quaking of her figure only served as a propellant for his craving for more as he drew himself apart from her until he was almost completely out of her before driving deep into her again. He did this multiple times until her moans uplifted in notches, sounding more and more desperate and laced heavily with need as the coaxing noises passing her lips chipped away at the remnants of his self-control. He threw his head back as he flung all residues of restraint out of the window - right off the bat, he was fast, ramming into her in rapid, deep thrusts as the tip of his erection mercilessly pummeled against the battered, sensitive spot inside of her as he threatened to break her into half with the speed and vigor of his ministrations.
All thoughts and trepidation of being caught by her brother was shoved down into the deepest depths of her mind as Okita abruptly inserted himself into her soaking slit, filling her to the brim as he roughly impelled his shaft against her cervix. Her mind became a jumbled mess in a matter of seconds, white clouding her vision as her eyes went to the back of her head, the pleasure becoming too much almost instantly as he was relentless in his thrusts, fucking her hard and fast enough to spiral her mind into the gutter. Each jerk of his hips was harsher than the last as he aggressively plunged himself in out of her, the feeling of every inch of his cock driving in and out of her folds too good to be true as already, she could feel herself threading over the edge. The twist of pressure in the pits of her belly became unbearable, the girl unable to hold herself back anymore as she felt herself unravel once more, the overwhelming pleasure of her climax rolling through every nerve of her being in profuse waves as she felt liquid gushing out of her and dripped down the floor.
"Shit, you always come so easily." The growls that erupted from his throat bordered on animalistic as he felt her insides twitch, her walls clamping down around him like a vice before she came all over his length, splattering all over the place and down his balls. Spurred on by the illegally lewd sensation, he impossibly quickened the rate of his shoves, the muscles of his legs screaming in exhaustion almost as instantly as he sought to drive her deeper into insane euphoria. "You're gonna come without me even trying, China? Is that it? Are you starved of some good cock or something? Well? Come on, tell me. Tell me," he supplicated her, the asserted authority in his voice perceptible as the words left him nimbly in time with the speed of his slamming hips.
Kagura's brows knitted together into a deep, frustrated frown as she expelled a harsh string of high-pitched rapture-congested mewls from the intensity of his actions, his mocking, almost degrading timbre, his feral snarls and the dirty words that left his lips fueling the fire in her loins as she felt her release drawing near.
"Shut up, shut up," she repeated, angry at herself for succumbing to him all too easily and angrier at him for being so mean. Kagura was not one to submit, and yet with Okita Sougo, she was frequently forced to yield everytime during their sexual escapades.
"Don't talk like that," she whined when he impossibly picked up his tempo, the sound of skin slapping skin and the squelching noise coming from her drenched mound which followed his ruthless assault reverberating loudly in bewitching echoes as they reached her ears. When she thought he couldn't go any faster, he did, and she almost hated him for it. Resentment poured over her, blending deliciously with overwhelming covet as she dragged her hands lower down his back, her fingers digging into his skin as she scratched deep and hard, her nails colored bright red in blood as she renewed the scratch marks decorating his back. Okita's thrusting hips became punishing as the throbbing spasms travelling from his back down to the base of his spine compelled him to teach her a lesson.
"Why? Your body obviously likes it." His laugh was seductive, evil and warm at the same time, causing her cheeks to burn in shame as his taunts struck her as the truth. "You're coming again, aren't you?" he growled when he felt her clench around him once more, almost as if sucking him in as he grabbed at her hips, fingers clutching as his nails threatened to perforate through her skin. He gave her another sharp smack on one of her ass cheeks, hard enough to no doubt leave an angry, red imprint of his hand once they were finished.
"You gonna come three times even though I haven't come once? For such a brat, you're strangely sluttish," he snarled against her ear as he tilted his head slightly to the side, his warm breath hovering over her heated flesh before his teeth caught the flap of skin that was her earlobe, biting sharply before tugging it back and letting it go and watching it snap. "Come on, be a good little bitch for me and come. Come, come, come. Hurry the fuck up and come," he harshly commanded in a hiss, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he attacked her nape with sucks and nips, observing in sadistic pleasure as her once porcelain white skin turned into bluish lovebites.
Kagure squeezed her eyelids shut, acutely aware of the warm tears threatening to spring free as his words pushed her over the edge. Toes curling and knuckles white, she let go, mouth completely agape and cheeks bright scarlet as she let out a loud scream of his name, the pleasure absolutely obliterating her as she released for the third time. He kept slamming into her; a couple of thrusts following her orgasm before his abs and sack tightened, his mouth repeating the words, 'Fuck, China. How the hell do you feel so damn good?' over and over again like a broken mantra as he shot out his seed in long, drawn out spurts into her cavern, painting her red insides a sinful white.
"Come on my boobs this time," Kagura mewled when he paused for only a fleeting second before propelling his length into her slick core once more, his pelvis bumping harshly against hers as he continued his brutal onslaught. Her pride was stripped away from her, dissolved into a puddle of overstimulation as she was rendered into a trembling, crying mess. "I'll get back at you for this one day. Just you wait," she swore in the midst of her screams of ecstasy, her legs already feeling as if they were ready to give out. But Okita was a sadistic asshole, and sadistic assholes like him didn't care as he once again mercilessly pushed her body beyond its limits.
"I look forward to that, princess," he laughed, the sound breathless and heavy as he planted a soft, featherlight kiss on her forehead. The abruptly affectionate gesture caused her insides to warm up in incomprehensible joy, her heart swelling with giddiness as the tender action made her knees wobble. Damn Okita Sougo making her feel weird again.
They went at it for hours, completely neglecting the fact that Kamui was still lurking in the police department and by all accounts, could possibly hear the shameless sounds they were continuously emitting.
...Well, that was until the door literally flew open and in came Kamui with his metal baseball bat on one shoulder.
He stepped in, a long line of Gintoki, Shinpachi and Umibouzu trailing behind him. All four, overprotective men shot the couple a collection of chilling smiles, and almost instantly, the building seemed to nearly detonate from the immense bloodlust they were giving off. Kamui was barred from any hints of feces on his face, probably after cleaning himself off before going on his murderous search for Okita.
Okita didn't manage to mull over when Kamui had succeeded to tell the others about him and Kagura, directly gaining his own 'backup force' in the process as he was more focused on the fact that they had caught the pair just in time to see Okita's sticky semen all over Kagura's bosom and stomach, decorating her thoroughly fucked state with telltale signs of his essence.
Needless to say, it didn't take long for Operation: Eliminate Okita Sougo in Order to Preserve Kagura's Innocence to commence. They punctured holes through the walls multiple times in their assault on the poor cop, accidentally attacking innocent bystanders in their intent to decapitate his head and wreaking havoc all over the place as they chased a naked Okita all over the city.
Luckily for Okita, he was abnormal and survived through the entire ordeal. Other than being hospitalized with multiple broken bones for about nearly a month, he thought he did a good job protecting his life.
Besides, he landed a lot of good punches on his opponents faces as well and managed to crack their own share of bones in the process. He was Okita Sougo, after all, and he wasn't the type to back down without a fight.
After his rather fatal injuries had healed, he proceeded to sneak into the four men's houses to dump a bunch of turds on their faces while they slept. Fortunately, all of them slumbered like logs and didn't wake up.
A/N: I feel embarrassed over what a dirty pervert I am lol. This chapter was intense, even for me lmao. XD I'm used to writing this for my Kurama/Botan pairing, so I'm comfortable with that but I'm kinda scared to see what kind of feedback I would get from the Gintama fandom instead XD.
AnonymousSiren- Agreed! Reading about how Kamui literally threatens to go on a killing spree if a guy so much as looks at his sister the wrong way is hilarious! What's not to love about Kamui though? He's not only a handsome hunk, but he's also crazy as hell, like many of the Gintama casts XD. I must admit that he and Okita are my favorite characters in the anime lmao. Thank you! I aim to please and I try to update whenever I can. I really appreciate the support and here's an abundance of hearts to you.
Okita Anne- Aw, doki-doki feeling? That's cute. :) Although I don't know how you would feel about the smut in this chapter lmao. Hope you'll like it anyway though!
lightbattery- You betcha that it was foreshadowing! Lmao. In fact, I was planning and foreshadowing the whole thing since chapter 5, where Kamui referred to Okita as poop-colored hair. It was hilarious typing the entire scene between them as I kept giggling to myself throughout the whole time. Well, Okita Sougo is as tough as a cockroach. No matter how many times he falls, he comes back stronger with his own scheme planned for revenge XD. Um, um, well they didn't really use protection now did they? Hahahahaha that totally slipped my mind until you asked. Hope you'll enjoy this update as well! Though it's really smutty on a different level lmao.
