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 15
I wanna die.
Recollections of what had occurred a couple of days ago permeated her head, prompting the blood to rush even faster to her face as her cheeks colored a bright ruby from the embarrassment. Okita's tender push of the soup he had made for her as he almost, dare she say it, lovingly fed her, and his warm fingers running through the damp, lustrous strands of her vermillion hair as he rinsed the shampoo from her mane while bathing her pervaded her memories.
"Gimme more attention pwease."
"You feed me instead, Sadist. Imma bite your fingers offwhen you do. Nom nom."
Reminders of the way she clung to his arm and basically canoodled his hand whilst chewing on his long, callous fingers racked havoc all over her subconscious, the rather clear image of the flush tincturing his cheeks as she said his name causing steam to pour out of her ears as the heat pooling in her head became unbearable.
I wanna die.
A trembling breath left her equally shaky lips as her hand absent-mindedly went about its business of wiping the debris off the windows of the police station. Her mind drifted again, this time to the sensation of his fingers tickling her ear and trailing lazy, teasing circles all over her skin as she showered kisses and nips all over his hand. The gentle manner in which he handled her, the fact that he went through the trouble of running to the store for her favorite sukonbu and even made some meal for her… the perfect roll of his tongue as he formed her name, the word 'Kagura' coming across as extra special and extra wonderful originating from him…
"Kagura. Kagura. Kagura."
The warmth-inducing and joy-eliciting feeling of his fingers tucking her hair behind her ear and brushing away her slickened bangs from her sweat layered forehead entered her mind all too abruptly. Kagura was blissfully unaware of the accelerated motion of her rubbing the glass surface of the windows, nor did she perceive the smoke filling the room and the flickers of flame under her digits as her head raced with other recollections of Okita's treatment towards her during her fever.
"Kagura."
Not once did he even try to land a finger on her despite her intensely frisky nature throughout his visit. Nor did he even pull any endeavor to utilize the fact that she was sick to his advantage and attempt a disgusting prank on her. If anything, he was affectionate, patient, and a gentleman the entire time – and his reactions to her childish and spoiled antics during her cold were nothing short of adorable. The mere notion of her referring him to being cute and lovable was ample to bring forth a renewed wave of embarrassment. She wished she could find roll over and perish right then and there. At the moment, there was not even a hint or a shadow of Okita Sougo, but that was only due to him not arriving to work yet. After a while, Hijikata would surely barge through the door of the office with Okita on the chase behind him, cannon or pistol in hand as he attempted his ever daily routine of trying to kill the older officer. And Kagura wasn't certain if she could greet him with a kick to the shin or a crude insult to his face like she habitually would ever again, now that he had seen her vulnerable side and she had caught a glimpse of a part of him that she never knew existed.
Kagura wasn't sure how everything had ended up in that direction. She had been waiting for his arrival after he had texted her that he was coming over, but she had fallen asleep mid-way and woken up to her fever increasing in intensity. The worsening cold had butchered whatever brain cells she had left, destroyed her pride, and revealed her innermost desires at the worst time when he had finally stepped foot into her room. She had always acted like some kind of drunk when she had a high fever, and it was another instance of those occasions. And she had expected to want to beat him to a pulp, but for some reason she had wanted him to spoil her instead. And she had anticipated his disgust over her neediness, but he had indulged in her needs instead. Bewilderment mingled with embarrassment and warmth as the conflicting emotions flittered around in her belly.
I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna dieeeeee!
"Oi, Kagura, Kagura!" Gin's alarm-stricken roar eventually managed to tear her away from her humiliated thoughts as she blinked, turning just in time to see Gin splashing water over her. She hadn't even managed to dodge in the nick of time as he hovered a water-filled bucket over her – or more like over her arm – and poured the contents in a swift swoop.
Her eyelids fluttered to confer another blink, slow and confused, before her mind finally registered what had taken place. The feel of her Chinese dress clinging to the curves of her body and the sensation of freezing droplets of water settled in on her now cold flesh as her ire puddled inside her gut.
"Hey! The hell was that for, you nose-picker?!" came her furious, high-pitched roar as she flung the drenched rag in her fist at said nose-picker's face. It landed in a direct hit at its target, slapping Gin across the cheek hard enough to cause him to collapse to the floor. The brute force behind her assault managed to puncture through his head hard enough to evoke blood to gush out as he was reduced to a twitching mess on the carpeted ground.
"Kagura-chan," Shinpachi's dry voice echoed, garnering her attention as he pinned a clinical gaze on her, "Gin-san was trying to help. You were about to cause a fire in the office. Who on earth wipes the window rough enough to prompt a fire anyway?"
Kagura blinked twice at that before she averted her eyes towards the spot she had been busy cleansing earlier. True enough, a burnt hole lingered, almost as if she had wiped hard enough for the friction to perforate a gap on the transparent glass. A nervous bout of laughter escaped her lips, "He-he, oops?"
"Oops my ass, you little shit!" Gin's once convulsing form shot up on its feet as he conferred the angry holler at said little shit. His features contorted in pure, unadulterated rage as his hands curled into fists at his sides and his shoulders quivered in uncurbed wrath, the man looking as if he was about to ready to punch her but was repressing the urge. "You were this close to getting us all killed, idiot!" One hand uncurled as he levitated his index finger over his thumb, almost forming an 'o' shape as he tried to emphasize his point. "Another second and this building would have been engulfed in flames! I know your strength is out of this world, but would you try not to reduce our workplace into ruins?"
"How would I know?" she scoffed at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she pushed her nose high up in the air in a protesting posture. "I didn't notice, okay? I was busy thinking! It's not like I did it on purpose. And it's not as if a small flame like that would have burned this entire building to the ground regardless."
"Well, maybe so…" Gin muttered under his breath, though still reluctant to admit defeat as he continued to grouse an inaudible string of curses. When Kagura shot him a menacing, icy glare, he promptly clamped his mouth shut. However, a certain part of her retort managed to pique his interest as he blinked, sending a baffled, curious stare at her direction as he asked, "What were you thinking about anyway? I mean, you seemed pretty out of it since this morning and you've been deep in thought for a while now. Shinpachi and I have been trying to talk to you for the past fifteen minutes but it's like you're in another world. Were you fantasizing over Vegeta?"
"As if I would fantasize over a guy with those ugly-ass pads on his shoulders," she snorted out her riposte, but a faded pink hue imbued itself on her cheeks as her embarrassment loitered under the skin there. Then, as if to prevent any more reminiscences of Okita's visit from perturbing her composed depths, she went on a simping spree, "I was imagining Satoru Gojo, alright? His white hair and his blue eyes are more of my taste. I mean, have you seen how beautiful those eyes are? I'd bet the entirety of the animation budget went to animating them."
"Figures you'd like a pretty boy with long eyelashes like him." Gin rolled his eyes in an exceedingly exaggerated manner as he uttered this, his finger finding its home in his nostril as he began his habitual nose-picking routine for the day. "But you know, Kagura, that kind of guy wouldn't even bat an eye to a girl like you in real life."
"Beat it, Gin-chan," Kagura snarled, teeth grinding against each other as her features contorted into an offended look, "So what? You think Ketsuno Ana even knows you exist? As if. I'd bet she wouldn't want a useless good-for-nothing, lazy-bum like you anyway. Your hair stinks, your feet stink, your personality stinks, and your shit is runny."
"Oi! I'll have you know that my shit today was smooth and healthy, okay?" Gin bellowed as he pointed an accusing finger at Kagura's direction, the girl now preoccupied with picking her own nose. "I've never had constipation or diarrhea for that matter, alright?"
Kagura snorted after using her thumb to flick a gigantic snot off her pinky finger, watching in absolute satisfaction as it leaped all the way towards Gin's forehead. The wavy-haired man immediately started to violently rub his arm over the booger, attempting to peel it off – but the disgusting substance failed to leave his skin despite his desperate efforts, sticking to him like glue instead.
"I'm surrounded by lunatics," Shinpachi grumbled under his breath, a heavy, exasperated sigh bubbling out of him as Gin and Kagura started to engage in their habitual mouth-war. Each insult decreasing in creativity and elucidating pure stupidity instead as Gin then proceeded to make fun of Kagura by saying that Satoru Gojo wouldn't even want her and her repulsive snot.
"Well, Ketsuno Ana wouldn't want your thick ass hair anyway!"
"Ha! My ass hair ain't as thick as the gorilla's, you bitch! And this is exactly why you wouldn't suit Satoru Gojo's preferences anyway! He'd probably enjoy a woman with big, bouncy hips like Jennifer Lawrence!"
"That's wrong, Gin-chan. That's Itadori's type of woman. Gojo would probably like someone who could rival his strength like me," Kagura snobbishly articulated as a cocky smirk was now plastered on her lips, one hand on her chest as she held her chin up high in arrogant posturing.
"Ew, you think you can match how overpowered he is? In your dreams, you freak," Gin retaliated with the disgusted remark, scrunching his nose in pure repulsion at the sheer narcissism radiating off of Kagura.
"What are you talking about? In the anime, I'm one of the strongest characters, okay? Part of the Yato clan, beautiful and independent, and can totally beat your ass. Just because the fanfic author decided to make me a normal human and a cop, doesn't mean I ain't capable of smashing your balls," Kagura interjected with an indignant huff as she jabbed a finger rather forcefully at Gin's chest.
"Hands off the balls, brat. I'd like to keep my capability of having sex intact, thank you very much," Gin's scoff reverberated in the air, accompanied with the loud, echoing smacking sound of his hand slapping Kagura's finger away as he glowered down at her.
Kagura refused to back down. "Says the guy who hasn't gotten laid at all throughout the entire fic."
"What, you think just because the author dedicated a few smut scenes to you, you somehow have a better sex life than me, huh?" Gin snorted, a patronizing sneer tugging at the corners of his mouth as a fitting condescending tone graced his voice. "In the original anime, you're a fourteen year old loli who has no experience whatsoever. You're just a cherry girl like that cherry boy, Shinpachi-wearing glasses over there." As usual, the two dragged the poor Shinpachi in their messy hellfire of an argument.
And as usual, Shinpachi was quick to reach in an offended manner. "Who are you calling a cherry boy, you bastard?!"
"Satoru Gojo, huh?"
An all too familiar voice reverberated through the walls, cutting short their childish bickering as the door creaked open, the recognizable smooth and buttery tone causing heat to shoot through Kagura's cheeks once again. She spun her head around in an almost too brisk pace, the fast and panicked way she craned her neck prompting a spasm of pain to throb in her nape. But she could barely register the ache invading her muscles as she turned just in time to see Hijikata ambling inside the office, and following closely behind him was the devil itself: Okita Sougo.
The moment she caught a glimpse of his sand-tinted hair, and the second she accidentally locked eyes with his scarlet ones, her heart instantly began hammering wildly in her chest.
Its speedy and deafening thumps blared loudly in her ears as his trademark lofty smirk crawled at the edges of his lips, the sound of her battering heart muffling his teasing words as he spoke, "Didn't take you for a Satoru Gojo fan. I can't do Domain Expansion: Infinite Void like he can, but I do have my own Domain Expansion." And with that, he pressed the tips of his index finger and thumb together to form an 'o' before bringing his free hand closer to push his other forefinger through the hole, "Domain Expansion: Ultimate Fuckery." As if for emphasis, he motioned the digit in and out of the hole created by his other hand before Hijikata awarded his perverse antics with a hard swat at the back of his head.
"Keep your debauchery to yourself, Sougo," Hijikata chastised him, avoiding just in time as Okita's leg shot up to deliver a sharp kick at his side.
"Want me to put laxatives in your mayonnaise again, Hijikata-san? You can suck on that disgusting excuse of food as much as you want in the afterlife."
"You shit- How dare you insult mayonnaise?!"
Hijikata and Okita were currently engaged in a brutal, sudden brawl as the former attempted to defend the honor of mayonnaise whilst the latter pulled various endeavors to shoot holes through Hijikata's body, the bullets missing and perforating craters in their office walls instead as Hijikata evaded each attack elegantly. And normally, Kagura would have joined in trying to reduce Okita into a coma along with Hijikata as she regularly would have taken any opportunity to one-up him – that was their habitual routine, after all. But at the moment, her mind was still reeling with the romantic tension between them during his visit, freezing her in place as the blood gathering in her head threatened to make her dizzy.
"Oi, China," Okita's voice called out to her as he was eluding Hijikata's fists and feet, effortlessly steering clear of the older male's assaults in spite of his gaze averting to her. "No retort? You're losing your…bite…" his voice trailed off, his detached bearing suffering a hairline fracture as surprise dawned on him, scarlet irises widening into saucers as he was met with her flushed face. Then, just like that, his own heart did a somersault, stopped and started up again with a fast and loud tempo. In his astonishment, he had involuntarily stopped his movements, permitting Hijikata the chance to pummel a fist to his face – though he halted him in his tracks, grabbing the mayo freak's wrist before he could punch him.
"You're getting on my nerves. Stop avoiding everything and let me hit you once," Hijikata snarled, half-expecting Okita to offer a smart wisecrack in return. But when he justified him with no response, Hijikata discerned the slight pink tinting his cheeks. Okita's mouth was a little ajar in silent shock, his eyes broad as his features reddened a deep ruby. "Sougo? Why the hell are you blushing?"
"In fact, why the hell are the two of you blushing?" Gin chimed in, arms crossed over his chest as he darted his suspicion-condensed scrutiny back and forth between Okita and Kagura. "You guys okay? You're acting pretty weird, looking like a couple who'd just started dating or something."
"Dating," Okita mouthed under his breath, finally perceptible of the warmth pooling in his head. He had been trying to act casual – or as casual as possible after Kagura's fever arc – and had even attempted to poke fun at her fangirling over Satoru Gojo in the process of his endeavors to come across as neutral as possible. But the minute his gaze swept over her meek posture, it brought forth his own embarrassment as he recalled their previous interactions.
"Kagura."
"Sougo."
Holy hell. Does she remember? That was the only way he could explain her unexpected timidity. If she hadn't, she would have acted like normal and conferred him a snappy remark or two the moment he had trudged inside the threshold of the police station. But instead she stood there, face bright red and mouth quivering, appearing as endearing as he had remembered her the day he had taken care of her when she was rendered sick from the cold. He had anticipated her to forget all of the occurrences during his visit, but it was patently conspicuous that the memories remained in her head. The fact that she remembered how loving he had been made him want to crawl under a rock and never resurface ever again. Shit. This is awkward and embarrassing.
"Dating? Uh…" He tried to conjure up a cheeky response, but the longer his ogle stayed on her and the longer she peered up at him with that ounce of shyness dancing in her pretty ceruleans, the more blood rushed to his own head. Well, both of his heads actually.
A long pause dragged on in the air, the silence engulfing the five officers heavily laced with tension and mingling with the confusion building in the other three. Shinpachi, Gin, and Hijikata were all too enlightened with the mixture of sexual and romantic tension lingering around Kagura and Okita as they continued to ponder what on earth was going on.
But the quietude was swiftly broken off by Kagura herself, her hushed voice cutting through the silence like knife through butter as she excused herself, "Er, I gotta clean myself up for a moment." She gestured to the fact that she was still a bit soaked from head to toe, the appearance thanks to a certain wavy-haired nose-picker who had splashed an entire bucket full of water over her. Trying not to acknowledge the way Okita's hungry stare leered at her as she quickly ran out the door.
"Hey." Gin's baritone managed to bring Okita out of his reverie. He looked up just in time to see Gin pointing the muzzle of his gun at the side of his head. "Did you visit Kagura when she was feverish or something?"
Okita calmly smacked away the weapon from his face, despite his insides still fizzling with warmth and his nerves still running amok. "Yeah, I did. So?"
"Did something happen between the two of you? Kagura-chan's been odd since she's come back to work," Shinpachi asked, though his hand was already readying the pistol snuggled comfortably at the right side of his hips.
"Your bloodlust is as clear as day, Danna, Shinpachi," Okita snorted, but a flush retained its position on his cheeks. "I didn't do anything to her, mind you. I'm a sadist, not a rapist. But I guess…" A small residue of raw emotion perfused his normally off-handed demeanor as he reached a hand upwards to scratch the back of his head, "…something did happen. But I'm not gonna tell you guys because you'll hang a noose around my neck anyway."
"Are you busy, Kagura-san?"
That was the text message that appeared on her blinding white screen just as she pulled out her vibrating phone from somewhere inside her cheongsam. She had scurried away into the women's dressing room, painfully aware of her horribly warm and scarlet-painted cheeks and the feeling of her heart threatening to burst out her chest as she tried to recoup her cool. The moment she flicked her phone open, the contact name, "Druggie" greeted her sight. Saitou. She had almost forgotten him. But they had gotten a little bit closer in between their last encounter and up until today. They didn't chat much, but he did enjoy giving her a call every now and then. He was the exact epitome of a gentleman, a husband-material kind of guy and his words dripped honey every time he uttered them. For a while, before Sadist had dropped by sometime ago, she was sure that she liked Saitou instead.
But for some reason, even as she stared at the pitch black letters of his message on her screen and they replied to one another back and forth, all she could think of was Okita Sougo.
"Oi, China. Help me with this…"
"Sorry, gotta take a piss!" And with that she sprinted.
"China, Kondo-san wants to see…"
"Sorry, gotta take a gorilla dump!" And with that she dashed.
"China, about the other day…"
"Sorry, gotta pluck away my ass hair!" And with that she was gone.
With each attempt Okita tried to spark a conversation with her, Kagura managed to flee out of his grasp with one lame excuse after another. Worse still, she didn't even dare to spare him a brief glance, averting her gaze everywhere but him every time he greeted her.
By the time the day was nearing its end and it was 5:00 p.m, Okita was a combination of messy hair and exasperated sighs, looking as if he hadn't slept for hours as his dead eyes appeared more dead than usual. Kagura's incessant efforts at avoiding him like the plague, coupled with Gin's and Shinpachi's never-ending efforts at prompting his doom, had been enough to give rise to the agitation and impatience forming in the pits of his stomach. And so, by the time night had fallen and it was time for all of them to return to their respective homes, Okita was already determined to forgo all of his self-restraint, adamant to make her look at him at least once.
Damn Kondo-san's rubbing off on me. He mused bitterly to himself as he followed closely behind her on her way towards her residence. The moment she rounded the corner, Okita hurried his steps, retrieving the pair of handcuffs he had saved for the instant he finally captured her from the safety of his pockets. He enveloped a strong arm around her slim waist, silencing her startled yelp with the brutal slam of his lips against hers, just as he skillfully confined her wrists together with the handcuffs with only one hand. Thankfully, no one was around so no one was going to see what he was about to do.
His tongue darted out, shoving against hers and stroking fervently, their teeth bumping as he pulled apart, but not before proffering the plump skin of her lower lip an angry nip. A thin trail of saliva connected their mouths before it broke off as he flung her over his shoulder, his hand on her derriere and digging into her rotund ass as he ignored her kicking legs.
"Oi, sadist! You crazy? Were you stalking me?" she roared, baffled as she noticed that he was walking away from the path heading to her house. "Where are you taking me?" Her voice lost its previous venom, replaced with a meek squeak as he merely tightened his hold around her when she tried to squirm out of his clutches. "You've lost your marbles, haven't you? Suddenly kissing me and manhandling me like this!"
"Shut up," he growled, the sound low and feral, guttural as he leaned in to graze his teeth over the supple thigh close to his cheek, sinking them hard enough into her flesh to elicit a startled gasp from the girl dangling over his shoulder. The adorable noise mingled with a touch of arousal when he bestowed her with the addition of a firm squeeze on her hips.
"You're the one who drove me crazy with all those annoying attempts at eluding me, princess." His tongue slipped out between his lips to lap away at the bead of sweat that trickled down her thigh, the appendage leaving a warm, wet and teasing trail on her skin. "Is this the thanks I get for taking care of you, China? And I had been so patient to not touch you the entire time you were throwing yourself at me like some kind of slut." The way her knees started quaking as he snarled out the degrading name fueled the fire in his gut even further. "And this is what I get after all that hard work. You know how incredibly difficult it was to hold myself back? You've got a lot of nerve seducing me when you're sick and running away from me the moment you're better."
"I-" Kagura stammered, shivering as delighted chills ran down her spine at the furious arousal in his gruff voice. "T-that wasn't something I did with a sane mind, okay?"
"So? What, are you gonna say that you didn't want me in the slightest? That this isn't making you soaking wet at all?" He scoffed at her, a sadistic grin teasing at his lips when the crudeness of his response induced a delicious jolt from her. When his response came in the form of silence and her squirming in his hold, Okita knew that he hit it right on the nose. "Pretty whorish of you. For all those sadistic tendencies you keep expressing, you're quite a masochistic kitten, hm?"
"N-no, that's not-" she tried to say, but his words struck a chord within her. A familiar knot began building in her loins, causing her to press her lips tight as no objection came to mind. Especially when she wasn't completely against what he had planned for her. But a splinter of pride remained inside her system, prompting her to give out another display of feigned struggle.
She told herself that if she was going to play along with his desires then she might as well be the one in charge, told herself that the need to be the one dominating was the reason behind her twisting around over his shoulder. But the moment his palm smacked hard against her rear end, the loud slap accompanied with her ecstatic mewl, Kagura knew that it wasn't the case. A part of her was relishing in his rough treatment, even if she wasn't willing to admit it just yet.
"Stay still, China," he breathed, lust heavy in his rich voice. She wondered how his expression looked like at this exact moment. "If you don't, I'm not gonna wait until we get back to my place. I'll take you right here in this alleyway, and I'm not gonna stop even if someone sees."
The prospect of public sex spurred her on, but she stilled regardless. Her house was still pretty close, and she wasn't ready for Kamui and papi to see her get railed senseless. Nor did she want anyone to interrupt.
The sharp wheeze that erupted from Kagura's throat was muffled by Okita's lips as they crushed hers, his mouth punishing and feverish against hers as he kissed her with a fervor that threatened to steal the air out of her. His tongue skirted between her upper and lower lip before plunging into her mouth, the wet appendage streamed along the roof of her mouth before dragging along her pearl white teeth and meeting with hers. The battle of dominance that ensued was quickly won over by the sadist, and he bit on the tip of her tongue and chewed on the bruised bottom half of her mouth before breaking off the messy lip-lock. By the time he finally pulled apart, her lungs were already burning for oxygen and his hands were already urgently undressing her.
The black police jacket wasn't even completely off of him as it hung loosely around his elbows, the white, buttoned-down shirt underneath coupled with his rather crooked tie as he began to undo her pankous (1). An exasperated, drawn out pant fizzled out of his throat as he remarked, annoyance evident in his baritone when it was taking longer than expected, "This goddamn Chinese attire should be banned, I swear. At least at where we work. Who the hell gave you the permission to disregard our uniform in favor of this anyway?"
"You're just mad because you're awful at taking it off," she huffed at him, but expelled a shaky breath when his hands found her heaving chest and gave her a firm warning squeeze, the sadist as if telling her to keep her opinions to herself.
The cold air that greeted her flushed skin made her quiver as he eventually succeeded to slide the article of clothing off her petite figure. It wasn't even thoroughly off her legs as it laid in a discarded heap around her feet when Okita shoved his legs in between hers, intentionally pressing his knee hard against her slickened panties as he pushed her frilly bra upwards. His long fingers massaged her supple mounds in a rough manner for some time until he felt her nipples harden under his palms, one hand letting go to allow his lips to explore her right breast as his other one maneuvered his thumb and forefinger in a circling motion around her sensitive nub. His digits twisted and pinched her nipple as his mouth placed hot, open-mouthed kisses all over the top of her mound, his lips instantly finding solace on her other bud, enveloping around it and suckling fiercely before his tongue jerked harshly around and against it. His eyes drank in her reaction as his teeth scraped around her rose-hued tit before he gave her a particularly sharp nip, the sudden jolt of pain mixed with pleasure shooting across her torso causing her to arch her spine as she let out a low whine.
Okita eventually trudged his warm lips lower, peppering her smooth belly passionate kisses as his tongue darted out to taste the salty flavor of sweat beading her flesh. His ministrations egged her on as his mouth left a hot trail all over her skin, wandering lower and lower – only to stop just as it brushed against the waistband of her pristine underwear. He inhaled the intoxicating scent of her arousal, nudging his nose against her dampening core through the rough fabric of her panties before he then dragged his teeth along the waistband of her undergarment, biting before sliding it off of her. He kissed her knee, but just as she thought he was going to eat her out, he pulled apart.
Exasperated and frustrated that he refused to lavish her with pecks and licks at the place she wanted most, an infuriated growl vibrated through her chest. "Why didn't you-" Kagura tried, but stopped herself as she caught on to the raw neediness in her husked voice. Although, he seemed to perceive how putty she was in his hands as a self-satisfied smirk lingered at the corners of his lips.
"Relax, China. I'll give you more." His throaty voice harbored a touch of suppressed desire, the yearning in his baritone overpowered by a sadistic glee as he eyed the frustrated frown marring her forehead. "In due time," he added finally, driving his fingers fast into her mouth when she went to sound out a complaint. A flash of pleasure perturbed his lust-clouded pools of scarlet as she choked briefly before yielding almost immediately, granting his digits desperate suctions as her tongue trailed along his fingers.
His eyes locked with her teary ones, a gravelly laugh tearing out of him as he observed her frantically sucking his fingers, "That's a nice look on your face. You're good at this. Maybe if I'm generous enough, I'll let you eat up something else."
He decided to grant her what she wanted when she emitted a trembling gasp in the midst of obediently slurping on his digits, crawling closer to her until his knees were at either side of shoulders. He yanked his fingers out of her mouth, humming in approval as he appreciated the sight of saliva coating them before he began to unbuckle his belt with an urgency that was understandable at this point. Not even bothering to wrench his pants and boxers completely off of him as he allowed them to drape loosely around his waist, Okita then proceeded to dive one hand inside his briefs before tugging his length out of its confinements. Another bout of a pleased chuckle rippled out of him as he discerned the excitement in Kagura's blue orbs as his cock sprung free, stiff and proud as his precum dribbled down his reddened tip.
"You want this, doll?" he husked as he motioned the head of his member over her lips, resisting the urge to shove it in just like that as her mouth instinctively parted open to permit the slightest taste of his pre-cum to melt on her tongue. He pulled himself away from her as she attempted to wrap her lips around him. "I'm not giving you anything until you answer me. You kept begging pretty nicely for me to do this and that for you the other day. Why don't you be a good girl and tell me what you want right now?"
The glimmer of sadistic perversion in his murky red irises, coupled with the mocking manner he verbalized his teasing syllables, evoked a newfound surge of irritation to enter her system. But the annoyance blended with a stronger course of craving, the unbearable need to have him deepthroat her repudiating any sense of inflated ego from her senses as she breathed, almost humiliated as she pleaded, "Let me suck you off, sadist. Please."
And she thought that would be enough to satisfy him. But when his hand disappeared into her mane, grabbing a fistful of vermillion tresses before yanking hard, she knew he had anticipated more. Her longing ocean blue eyes looked up tearfully at him, but he only awarded her with a wicked grin, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he echoed, "Oh, no, no. I'm not gonna let you call me that. Not tonight. You were saying my name over and over again when you had that cold, and I'm not letting you have it until you do that again. Go on. Say my name." He pressed the tip of his hard shaft against her lips again, but she knew from the fact that he wasn't releasing his hold around the base of his wood that he was going to pull away if she didn't do as he said. "Or if you're not gonna do that, then at least refer to me as your master. You're not calling me sadist when I have you at my mercy like this, China."
It was too embarrassing even for her to call him Sougo in bed. Her mouth was shuddering in a way she hoped it hadn't been shuddering in as she entreated a second time, "Please let me suck you off, master." She ensured that their eyes were locked as she parted her mouth open, her tongue slithering out to give a long, experimental lick around the engorged head of his manhood as she went on in a raucous voice, "I-I want to make you come…and spurt all of your hot seed in my mouth."
"Well, shit," The savage curse that blared out from his throat was enough to make her rub her thighs together, his rich and smooth baritone heavily condensed with ardour as his words were accompanied with a small pant, "That was way hotter than it should be." And without tormenting her anymore, he snapped his hips forward, surprising Kagura who hadn't expected him to ram it into her mouth without even a single warning. The startled gasp that left her was replaced with an audible retching noise as he pushed as far as he could go, the tip of his length meeting the back of her throat as Kagura overrode her gag reflex to take him in as best as she could.
"I'm gonna use your mouth and you're gonna let me like the good little fucktoy you are. Don't you even dare fucking move," he snarled when she tried to bob her head, the hand that was never gone from her hair tightening its grasp ever so slightly as he tugged once on the disheveled vermilion strands, keeping her still as he gathered her mane in a makeshift ponytail before guiding her up and down his member.
"Yeah, that's it. Your mouth feels so good," he hissed, pleasured groans escaping him in the midst of his sharp pants as a warm, wet and tight sensation assaulted his senses. He didn't bother slowing down, flicking her head just in time with the bucking of his hips as he thrust inside her mouth hard and fast enough to prompt her tears to cascade down her cheeks. The musky scent of his cock, coupled with the sheer roughness in the way his head slammed against the back of her throat over and over again, fueled the fire in her loins to its peak. She yearned for some pleasure herself as her hips jumped upwards for a sort of friction, crying as the urge to be touched became too overbearing for her to take.
Okita noticed this, the sight of her desperate for some loving eliciting a sadistic laughter as he remarked, "You're looking pretty needy down there. Want something?"
He acted as if he knew nothing, and usually, that annoying trait of his would ignite her ire, but at the moment she couldn't care less. She tried to vocalize her desires, but all she could manage was choked blubbers as he continued to plunge in and out of her mouth. The vibrations that he earned as a result of that caused a shiver to run down his spine as the feeling increased the pleasure tenfold.
"Rude to talk with your mouth full," he chuckled despite the raw yearning in his raspy voice, his fingers letting go of her hair in favor of grabbing her head with both hands as he increased the pace of her bobbing head. "Make me come and I'll touch you, puppy," he told her in a manner that asserted authority, gasping when her suctions gained a renewed ferocity, China apparently desperate to drive him over the edge.
He tried to hold out a little longer, but after a while, he caved, unable to resist anymore as his release came free, his semen shooting out of him in long, drawn out spurts into her mouth before he pulled apart. "Swallow," he growled the single word, watching in sadistic glee as she complied, struggling only slightly before she eventually managed to gulp down every drop of his essence.
"Please…" she started, stopping herself when he hushed her.
"I know. Be patient," he lightly chastised her, despite himself looking restlessly eager as he moved downwards to position himself between her legs. "Whoa." Another laugh bubbled out of him, this time sounding both amused and incredibly aroused, as he drank in the sight of her glistening arousal smearing her slick walls. Her juices trickled down the crack of her ass and her thighs as she spread her legs open for his hungry eyes and he relished in the sight of her squirming in aching need for relief. "Were you that turned on? You're a lot more submissive than I thought you'd be," he remarked more to himself than to her as he cupped both of her flushed knees, his digits leaving a warm track on her skin as he traced them teasingly along and massaged her inner thighs.
"Bite it, you goddamn chihuahua," she snarled, her voice a mixture of desire and anger and her breathing labored as she tried to kick at his chin, scowling when he seized a hold around her ankle and wrapped her leg around his shoulder instead. "This is revenge, isn't it? You were pent up, weren't you?"
"Well, I was looking to punish you anyway for being so adorable the entire time I was caring for you the other day," he responded, giving out a light shrug of his free shoulder as his hands found her jewel.
She hated and adored the warmth swelling in her heart as he called her adorable. But she paid no heed to the feeling all the same as she kept her heated glare pinned on his form.
His deep baritone harbored a smidgen of ill-temper, but contained undertones of hunger regardless as he went on, "Even so, I was waiting for the right time to have my way with you. But you kept avoiding me and that pissed me off so I lost my patience." His right hand maneuvered his thumb to immediately attack her swollen, sensitive clit as his left motioned his middle and index fingers to briskly slip inside her dripping core.
Whatever insult she was trying to form was instantly replaced with a drawn out mewl as he curled his digits inside her, effortlessly locating the sensitive spot within her before he started to plunge them in and out of her. He worked his wrist to its limits, not even allowing her a moment to breathe as he went as fast as he could, the ramming of his fingers against her g-spot cross and demanding as he thrust knuckle-deep into her with a brute force that threatened to make her come right then and there and a speed that caused her legs to quiver in intense euphoria.
He loved the uncertain twitching of her body as her ecstatic whimpers mingled with the loud, squelching noise of him finger-fucking her. The obscene sounds that reverberated through the walls encouraged him even more as he rubbed her clit harshly, pressing hard and flicking furiously with a lightning pace as he continued to stir up her insides.
Before long, she came undone on his fingers, coating his digits and his once unsullied sheets soaked with her orgasm as she arched her spine and cried out his name, "Sougo, Sougo, Sougo." And she kept going, her trembling gasps of his name sounding like a broken mantra as she repeated it over and over again.
Incited by the endearing sounds she was making, Okita didn't halt his ministrations, and instead, impossibly increased the intensity of his movements as he pushed in a third finger inside her, his other hand moving away from her clit to allow access to his eager mouth as he greedily sucked and lapped on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"W-wait, don't- I'm too sensitive-!" she tried, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as the tempo of Okita's ramming fingers multiplied tenfold in both force and speed and his tongue and mouth urgently flicked and sucked on her clit, his actions drawing out sharp gasps and dragged out, high-pitched moans from the quavering girl beneath him.
If she hadn't been bound by the handcuffs around her wrists, she would probably be pushing him away – or would she be pulling him closer? She wasn't entirely confident anymore.
"No," he husked against her, sounding an appreciative groan as she reached her climax a second time. He was painfully aware of how worn out the muscles of his arm were as he kept plunging his fingers in and out of her, but he was adamant not to stop until he was satisfied. "Not until you squirt all over my tongue and drown me with your juices, China."
His words spurred her on, and before she knew it, she was coming over and over again, her entire body convulsing violently as she released for the last time around his fingers and on his mouth, spraying gushes of transparent fluids all over his face and his tainted duvet as she bucked her hips against him. Okita sounded a feral growl and gave her a final lick before pulling his digits out of her, taking in the sight of the telltale signs of her orgasm before lapping it off his fingers, knuckles and wrist.
"Damn. Never saw anyone come that hard before," he laughed, his voice husky and gruff as he went up to kiss her on the lips, permitting her to taste herself as he dove his tongue inside her mouth for a brief moment before breaking off the short-lasting lip-lock. "How many times did you come? Four? Five? I lost count," his teasing syllables resonated in a pleased tone, the words accompanied with his heavy breathing and the gratified smirk at the edges of his mouth.
"Shut up, asshole," she scoffed at him, but the sentence lacked the venom and bitterness it was supposed to have as a whimper involuntarily slithered out her throat when she saw him positioning his cock against her entrance. "T-timeout, sadist. Let me rest for a moment. You'll break me."
"That's the point," he snorted at her, gathering her juices around his length as he traced her slippery walls with the tip of his cock. He licked his lips, rubbing his head roughly against her clit and relishing in her sobbing whimper as he rasped, "And I don't need to remind you not to call me by my hobby as I fuck you. Be a good little slave and call me master. Or better yet, cry out my name like you did just now."
I'm gonna kill you, you little shit, she swore, but the thought was immediately vanquished from her mind as a mewl tore out of her when he prodded just the head of his manhood into her dribbling slit. But just as he was about to shove himself all the way inside of her, her phone vibrated from within the confines of her purse which he had thrown rather unceremoniously on the table by his bed when he first carried her into his room. The both of them diverted their gazes at her handbag, Kagura seeming bewildered whilst Okita looking as if he was about to throw a fit over being interrupted.
The vibrations kept going, giving away that it was a call. Kagura pondered who it was before the revelation settled in on her that only one person would be trying to reach her at this time of night. Saitou. All of a sudden, remorse puddled in her gut – yet oddly enough it wasn't there because of Saitou, but rather…
Her eyes darted cautiously at Okita, hoping that he hadn't caught onto the guilty expression she had made for a brief second earlier – only for that hope to wane away, smashed into smithereens as she discerned the dark look on his face. His scarlet irises were empty of any humanity, and despite the heavy lust dancing in them, there was an underlying inkling of jealousy dormant in his ruby depths. It was almost as if he was aware of who it was that was calling her.
"Sadist-" She tried, but with the handcuffs still restraining her, she could only do so much. And before she knew it, Okita was already reaching for her purse, his hand swift as it retrieved her phone from her hand bag. There was a loud, resonating thud as her purse collapsed to the floor as he uncaringly threw it over his shoulder before he swept his attention to the contact name on the screen.
"Druggie, hm? Wonder who?" came his sarcastic scoff, the envy perceptible in his voice. A moment of silence passed between them as Kagura squirmed uncomfortably on the bed and Okita averted his gaze towards her. There was an unreadable expression on his handsome features, but upon closer look, she could perceive the tiniest hints of possessiveness in his stony eyes.
But before she could offer an explanation – "Wait, whydo I need to explain? Why do I feel bad?" – a chilling smile spread on Okita's lips, its sinister implications noticeable as he tilted his head to one side and echoed a thoughtful hum.
"Why don't we play a little game, China?" he started, droning out the words. Even though he hadn't finished talking, Kagura was already aware of the fact that this was heading in a direction that was going to humiliate her.
He situated her phone at the side of her head; it was still buzzing as he wrapped his fingers around her neck, applying pressure and eyeing in sadistic glee as she visibly gagged. Her need for more intensified, but the action of him choking the air out of her lasted for only another moment before he loosened the grip around her nape. His nails left a ghosting shadow over her flesh as his fingers trudged awfully slowly from her chin and up to her right cheek.
"I'm gonna pick up the call for you," he went on, instantly propelling his fingers into her mouth when she made to offer an objection, "and you're gonna try to be as discreet as possible as you talk to him. Try to not let him know that I'm shoving my cock inside of you, okay, pumpkin?" he articulated, and she probably would have melted over the sweet nickname – if it hadn't been for the ominous way he vocalized it.
"Are you insane?" she incredulously shrieked once he pulled his digits out of her mouth. "He'll find out what we're doing."
His indifferent answer came in a heartbeat. "So? What, you scared of him finding out about us? Does he mean that much to you?"
She could have sworn she heard anger and jealousy all at once in his hoarse baritone, but she wasn't completely certain as he immediately shrouded the emotions in his voice with another layer of nonchalance.
"That's- not it," she murmured, diverting her gaze elsewhere as his stare bore into her, steadfast and fixed on her, almost as if demanding to know her response. "I mean, he's nice and all, but I'm not sure if I like him…" Or at least she was pretty sure she liked Saitou's prince-like persona, but after a few days ago, doubt was beginning to creep into her heart.
"Then there's no problem, is there?" His voice was almost hauntingly sweet.
"Well- why are you doing this anyway?" she finally asked as the curiosity and confusion ate away at her.
"Take a wild guess, princess," The cryptic manner in which he asserted the reply made her insides gooey. Raw emotion perturbed his composed tone, just as budding affection scratched at the surface of his ruby orbs. The love in his eyes, however, blended with a surge of possessiveness all too strong for her to comprehend as his mouth tugged down into a thin line of muted chagrin.
She was about to say something, but halted mid-sentence when he abruptly pressed the pick-up button for the incoming call. Oh, god. I'm gonna die. The thought occurred to her as Saitou's voice reverberated from the other line, "Hello, Kagura-san? Are you there?"
Kagura hesitated for a moment, but then parted her lips to acknowledge him, "Oh, uh. Hi. Sorry for picking up so late, I had to-" Her words were cut short, replaced with a high-pitched, pleasured mewl as Okita buried himself inside her from tip to hilt in a single, swift but sudden push of his hips, not even bothering to warn her.
Outraged tears fell from the back of her eyes as she gritted her teeth and glowered darkly at the sadist between her legs. But he didn't waver under her intense glare, and instead, curled his lips upwards into a self-satisfied sneer as he seized a firm grip around her waist. Hoisting her almost nearly off the bed, Okita got on his knees on the mattress, wrapping one leg around his shoulder as he positioned her in a partial bridge position and let her weight rest on her shoulders. The deeper penetration startled a sharp gasp out of her, and he bit his lips to stifle the low groan threatening to climb out his throat as her walls clamped down on him.
Then the stupid sadist started rolling his hips, his pace hot and heavy as he ruthlessly thrust in and out of her, a concentrated frown marring his forehead as the tip of his manhood repeatedly slammed against the sensitive spot inside of her with each brutal flick of his waist. He licked his lips, biting on the bottom half of his mouth to subdue his enraptured groans as he threw his head back, relishing in the tightening pleasure of her insides squeezing around him as he mercilessly drove himself in and out of her.
"Are you okay, Kagura-san? That was a rather loud scream. Are you hurt?" The concern discernible in Saitou's voice brought Kagura out of her partially euphoria-induced state as she caught the plump skin of her lower lip between her teeth, biting on the poor flesh to muffle her sounds as she struggled to keep her moans at bay. Kagura could taste the salty flavor of her tears as they streamed down her cheeks and into her mouth, the sensation blending with the metallic taste of blood as it melted on her tongue she bit hard enough to break through skin. The loud, echoing sounds of skin slapping skin and his cock shoving in and out of her drenched core resonated in the room. It was sinful, almost, what they were doing.
Okita's eyelids, ones he hadn't realized were closed, fluttered open as he felt her insides clenching around him. The warm, wet and tight pressure that assaulted his senses brought forth a hiss to bubble out of him as he peered down at Kagura. He reveled in the warm tears cascading down her flushed cheeks, loving the ichor trickling down her lips and painting her once pink-imbued mouth a bright red as want mixed with wrath and terror in her clouded pools of ceruleans. The feeling of being engulfed in her heavenly cavern was so good, so tight and paradise-like, but he was also so pissed, so jealous and he was letting his control slip by the second.
Fear of getting caught permeated her gut, but in the midst of that anxiety, in came a rush of thrill, along with the heightened fire of her arousal as she fixated her gaze on Okita's controlling posture. His teeth grinded against each other as his jealousy-congested scarlet irises flashed a dangerous glint at her, and his brows furrowed into a deep, angry and frustrated frown as he glared down at her.
"Um- yeah, I'm fine. I just- I'm kinda, er, in the middle of a jog right now." It was a lame excuse, but with the intense pleasure attacking her senses and rendering her brain into a pile of mush, Kagura couldn't conjure up a better lie. She couldn't remember the last time she struggled so hard, but with each endeavor she pulled to repress her ecstatic sounds, Okita intensified his actions, pulling her impossibly closer as he dug his nails into her thighs and adopted a rough and rapid momentum that she nearly feared would break her in half. His pounding was almost erratic, frantic, and frenzied as he went as hard, as deep and as fast as he could – and it was driving her crazy.
Before she could stop herself, the knot in the depths of her stomach unravelled, her walls squeezing around him like a vice as her orgasm overrode everything else and her vision turned a blinding white. She almost screamed out Okita's name, but managed to halt herself in the nick of time by biting on her tongue. Blood filled her tastebuds, but the pain was nothing compared to the downpour of ecstasy rushing through every cell in her body.
"Oh. Um, I see." It didn't sound like Saitou believed her, but it didn't sound like he caught onto what was taking place either. Or maybe he had, but he was playing along. There was a pause from the other line as a shuffling sound ensued before Saitou eventually threw out the question, "I was only calling to ask if you have any upcoming events this Friday. Do you remember the date we were talking about? Well, I was thinking of taking you out sometime."
At the mention of a date, Okita freed one hand from her thigh in favor of flicking his fingers furiously on her swollen clit. The instant he did, she came undone once again, squirting all over his shaft as her eyes shot open in pure euphoria and rolled to the back of her head. Kagura was quite confident that Saitou was a dumbass for not figuring it out already at this point, but Okita, on the other hand, knew better.
His tongue darted out to lick at his lips, the delicious sensation of her juices spraying all over him drawing out his own release as his semen surged out of him in drawn out gushes and painted her insides a depraved white. That bastard. Saitou knew. Okita was well too aware of this, and the realization only further fueled his fury. For all the praises China showered Saitou with, he sure was a sneaky, cunning asshole for catching on pretty quick and choosing to utilize the situation to his advantage instead of letting it discourage him. That invitation for a date was a jab at Okita's pride, and an attempt to rile him up, and the fact prompted him to keep going.
Even as China's petite form trembled in overstimulation, Okita kept plunging in and out of her, sweat beading his forehead and trickling down his chin as he jerked his hips faster into her, relishing in the sounds of her whimpers turning into chopped syllables as he fucked her with all he was worth. His dark gaze fell on her, the look in his eyes almost as if saying: go ahead, say yes. Idare you, as they locked with her tears-filled ones.
The relief that overflooded him was powerful as China eventually sounded an answer, albeit through choked moans and sharp gasps as she basically blabbered, "Um, sorry. I-I can't. I'm gonna have to- er, decline the offer."
She hoped that was the end of it. She couldn't take anymore of this. It felt too good, too painful and the expression Okita wore was terrifying and joy-inducing at once. It wasn't the fact that someone else was listening to them having sex that did it for her, it was the emotion behind his wine red irises and the punishing strokes of him going in and out of her that pushed her over the edge again and again. It was as if he was staking his claim on her, and each thrust was almost as if whispering out the possessive whispers: you're mine, you're mine, you're mine, Kagura.
It felt like forever before Saitou eventually replied, "Oh, well, alright then. That's quite a shame. Another time perhaps." She wanted to tell him that he didn't have to wait for the date anymore, but the call clicked its end before she could even confer a response. Not that she could form a coherent thought, much less a full sentence with Okita pummeling his cock into her battered slit so aggressively like that.
"You're a jerk. A fucking evil jerk," she growled, the snarl blending in with her choked sobs and her drawn out moans as more tears sprung free from the back of her eyes.
"Am I now?" He laughed – the sound gravelly, lustful, satisfied and teasing all at once. "How so?"
"An evil jerk looking to bully a poor, innocent maiden who's done nothing wrong," she cried, her insults lacking any poison in them as the syllables left her in gratified mewls of pure pleasure.
She felt him convulsing in silent laughter, alternating into a missionary position once again as he pushed her on her back against the mattress and enveloped her into a tight embrace. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, taking in the scent of sweat, sex and her vanilla fragrance as he hovered his lips over her ear and uttered the devilish whispers, "Is that what I'm doing here? Defiling a pure maiden with my filth? Corrupting her mind and spirit, manipulating her into coming over and over around my cock?"
She let out a shaky breath for the umpteenth time that day. "I- I didn't feel that good."
"Yeah?" He pulled apart ever so slightly and looked at her as if she was stupid, his condescending ogle almost as if asking her if she really thought he would fall for that. "That so? Then why were you clamping down on me the entire time you were talking to him? Did the thought of him hearing me fuck you get you off? Do you like letting him know what a wanton slut you are?"
Kagura almost broke into a sniffling fit. "It's not- because of him. I just-"
The smirk that travelled to his lips was so wicked and sadistic it could have shamed the devil itself. "Then is it me?" he inquired at her in a way that asserted dominance, in a way that made her knees quiver in impossibly more violent shivers as he drilled his manhood deeper, harder and faster into her tight hole. "What, did you enjoy having me torment you like that? Like watching me get possessive and claim you over and over again?"
She trembled, flushed a dark shade of red, and turned to evade the intense heat of his stare. But that simple reaction was enough of an answer, the cutesy manner in which she granted him her response eliciting a chuckle from his chest. "You're hopeless," he breathed, placing gentle, featherlight pecks all over her forehead and cheeks before tracing them on the supple flesh of her neck. The tender kisses were a direct contrast to the forceful flick of his waist as he pushed in and out of her.
The feel of her around him, coupled with the sensation of their sweat-slickened bodies pressing against each other, and the sounds of her euphoria, were enough to drive him closer to the edge. Overwhelmed by the sensory of it all, Okita began mumbling her name repeatedly under his breath, his voice a hushed whisper as he peppered her with kisses here and there. "Kagura, Kagura, Kagura."
The desperate and affectionate manner in which he uttered her name caused butterfly wings to thrash around in her stomach, her orgasm drawing near as the fire in the pit of her gut reached its fevered pitch. Don'tsay my name, you prick. Her pride implored her to grouse, but her heart savoured the sound of her name escaping him in the midst of his ecstatic groans and heavy pants.
Say my name. He wanted to form out the thought, but found himself unable to speak as the sensation of his impending release became all the more perceptible. But as if she knew what he was thinking, Kagura nudged her nose against his ear, prompting him to whirl his gaze towards her again.
Her lips brushed against his in an almost loving peck as she purred, "Sougo, Sougo, Sougo." He could almost taste the lingering flavor of her blood from earlier but that didn't deter him from immersing himself in the divine sensation of her repeating his name like a broken mantra. Her voice like a prayer as it resonated in his ears.
Before long, she came undone, with him following closely behind her after a couple of thrusts before he quickly pulled out and smeared his seed all over her stomach. The feel of him reinforcing the grasp he had around her was intensely intimate, and dare she say it, romantic, as the hard contours of his chest heaved against the rise and fall of her bosoms in accordance to their labored breathing. It took a while before the two could eventually collect themselves, but Okita refused to release her, his arms still wrapped around her as he gave her doting kisses all over her torso. The gesture made her giddy and baffled at the same time, and she discerned the warmth swirling around in her heart.
"Can we go a few more rounds?" he asked her, and she shot him a withering look.
"You've got too much stamina for someone who lazes around all the time," she snorted, but didn't pull away as he leaned in to graze her lips with his.
"Well, I have to get back at you for the trouble you've given me when you were sick, China," he implored, and Kagura was tempted to grumble that he had taken his sweet revenge on her already.
But she caved. Like she always had ever since they started all of this. "Fine. But get me out of these handcuffs. My wrists are gonna bruise if we keep them on any longer."
A/N: There it is, my first 11k word count lmao. I wanted to split this chapter into two updates, but I promised my readers smut so here it is. The longest installment for this fic so far – or any other stories I've done for that matter lol. Took a lot out of me, but I'm overall happy with the result. I think. Or maybe I'm just pleased with the smut ha-ha.
JuneyOkikagu, CheeryLola, Heatherishere- I told myself I'm not gonna merge my reviews after my last update Serendipity update, but it's 3:00 a.m. where I'm at so I'm rather sluggish and drowsy. That, and this chapter drained my energy a lot. My fingers feel like they'll go numb. In any case, I'm glad that you guys are enjoying the fluff and the smut so far. I usually go to extremes, so yeah, I can be sweeter than a boyfriend when it comes to fluff lololol. And I'm happy to know that you guys got a laugh out of the last update. Cutesy Kagura and Cutesy Sougo are the best lmao. And I see you, Juney, reading fics in the washroom to avoid family members. I remember days where I've done that before I started writing my own fics lolol. I'm honored that you love Nirvana that much. There will be more fluff in future chapters, and another smut scene, so look forward to that :3 And don't worry about leaving long reviews. Know that I appreciate and adore all reviews – and all readers – regardless of length. In fact, the longer the review, the more supported and loved I feel. So don't hold back on the feedback, I won't hold back on the stories. Much love to all of you. Sorry for merging the reviews again, I'll try to make the next update shorter so I can respond individually again.
