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 22
"He's just met her and he's already spouting this cliché bullshit?" Kagura sounded the incredulous cry in a high-pitched octave that was terribly conspicuous in a place that required no conversations like the movie theatre they were in at the moment.
The other movie watchers sent icy glares in her direction, quite obviously displeased by her lack of tact and manners as she once again emitted a loud, infuriated scream at the screen. But of course, Kagura was either too oblivious to notice or too uncaring to actually give a damn.
After hours of Kagura practically ordering dozens of food servings and Okita becoming more and more frustrated with the fact that his money was slipping through his fingers like a water fountain, the couple eventually decided on going to the cinema to feast their eyes on whatever was on premiere. Of course, Okita being the rotten sadist and pervert that he was, coerced the reluctant Kagura into accompanying him in his guilty pleasure of indulging in a film that was called Fifty Shades of Grey. Nevertheless, the prince of sadists had to repress his disappointment when, three minutes in, there was still no signs of BDSM elements occurring in the movie.
"Stop yelling, China. You'll get us kicked out," Okita snarled at her, wrenching her harshly by the wrist in order to once again force her to take her seat when she got to her feet and started furiously flinging their precious popcorn at the screen.
"Can you blame me?" she snapped back at him, but let him tug her down as she pointed her index finger in an accusing fashion at Christian Grey's face that was reflected on the other side of the screen. "I mean, did you hear what he just said? Ass-na or Ana or whats-her-name was like, 'I don't think I'd fit in here. Look at me' or whatever, and he was like, 'I am'," she went on a complaining spree as she contorted her feminine features into ugly expressions in her mimicking the actors' lines, the exaggerated impersonations she was pulling accompanied with equally excessive hand gestures.
"What does that even mean? Like, he sees her for who she really is? Dumbass. They haven't even known each other for five minutes and they're already giving one another bedroom eyes. Disgusting how easy some women are." With that final repulsed sentence leaving her lips, Kagura then projectiled some spit on the carpeted floor as if in a display of her revulsion. Okita had to suppress the small chuckle that threatened to slither up his throat as her saliva landed on a bald guy's head. The unlucky bastard, however, was too into the film to even register what had happened.
"I'm more dismayed at the fact there hasn't even been a spanking scene," Okita chimed in with a long and crestfallen sigh, his handsome visage sporting an equally disheartened bearing as his full lips tugged down into a single thin line. "For a movie that advertises itself as a BDSM film, it suffers from a lack of action. At this point, I'm considering a refund for our tickets."
"Do they even allow refunds when the movie's already airing?" Kagura asked him as she seized a fistful of popcorn before unceremoniously flopping them into her mouth. "I mean, I'd like to go and watch something else. Or maybe we can go to the arcade instead."
Slivers of caramel remained on her lips until Okita reached forward to wipe it off of the plump flesh of the bottom half of her mouth. A faded pink hue imbued itself on her cheeks when he lapped the burnt sugar off his tongue, all the while pinning a seductive gaze on her and keeping their eyes locked together.
"No arcades. If I even humor you on that one, you'll start wasting more of my cash. I ain't Mr. Richie Rich like Sakamoto-san, mind you. Besides, you'll get obsessed with the claw machine again, like you usually do," he firmly responded, voice stern but tender as he discreetly snaked his left hand to cup her left one in his palm.
"Do you wanna die early, sadist? Wanna fall into a permanent sleep right here and now?" she retorted with the bitter remark, though her fiery disposition lacked any venom or bite as her voice wavered in her embarrassment.
Kagura's heart began to race rapidly in her chest, beating in a loud thumping tempo in her ears as he promptly maneuvered their joined hands until their palms were touching each other before interlocking their fingers together. In the dimly lit space around them, save for the remnants of different colored lights illuminating the darkness that came from the scenes playing on the gigantic movie screen, Kagura briefly noted how big his hand had gotten over the years. Back when they were younger, his fingers were about as short and lithe as her digits were, but now that they were grown adults, they were longer, larger and warmer – and they provided her a comforting effect all the same. She wasn't entirely confident as to the reason she was just focusing on his hands now, but now that she took heed of how safe they felt, she couldn't help the brewing urge of not wanting to let go.
And so she didn't release his hand. Not even when he wanted to loosen his hold in order to grab a fistful of their shared popcorn.
"Oi, China," he started, baritone as aloof as ever despite the undertones of amusement as she reinforced the grip around his hand with each endeavor he pulled to let go. "I know you're a pig and all, but do you really need to do this to stop me from eating our popcorn? Which I paid for, to boot?"
"Bite it, Himura Kenshin," came her sharp interpose, though once again it lost its intended effect as a certain timidity lingered underneath the spunky surface of her voice. "That's not what I'm holding your hand for. I just…" she trailed off, her face heating up as blood rushed to her head and the levels of embarrassment spurring inside of her heightened to higher peaks. She squirmed in her seat, her free hand idly tracing her forefinger along the hemline of her dress as her downcasted gaze focused a meek stare on her sandals-adorned feet.
"You just?" he prodded, his mouth curving upwards into a teasing smirk as male pride swelled in his heart when her crimson-tinctured cheeks gained a renewed range and started spreading to the shell of her ears in return. The sight served as encouragement for him as he proceeded, his sly voice condensed with mischief as he brought their joined hands to his lips, "What? Do you want to keep holding my hand? Want to be a clingy girlfriend, eh? How pathetically adorable." He uttered the syllables against the smooth skin of the back of her hand before he then bestowed her chaste, featherlight kisses all over the bony structures of her knuckles and wrist.
Pathetically adorable.
It was almost insane how much effect his words had on her as Kagura perceived the familiar knot beginning to build in the pits of her stomach and the immense pure bliss budding in the middle of her chest, the sensation followed with the feeling of butterflies flapping in her gut as she rubbed her thighs together for the umpteenth time that day in order to offer herself some friction. She felt riled up, ashamed, angry at herself for reacting so strongly and at him for teasing her, and giddy all at once.
"So what? Do you hate it? If you don't like it, then just say so," was the only thing she could supply him with as the letters escaped her in an indignant huff. Her mouth pursed forward into an endearing pout as she shot a half-glare and half-humiliated gape in his direction. Her cheeks impossibly darkened into a deeper tone of cherry red when the playful smirk on his complexion took on a seductive approach.
She wasn't sure if the heat escalating all over her insides was the result of shame or a byproduct of his own body warmth seeping into her petite form as he leaned closer to her, his right shoulder now flushed against her back as he levitated his grinning lips over the tip of her scarlet-tinted ear. He purposefully let out a column of hot breath over her ear, the action tickling her as he relished in the sight of her quaking torso before darting his tongue out to give the flappy skin of her earlobe a long and experimental lick.
A tiny squeak rippled out of her, the popcorn situated comfortably on her lap almost collapsing to the floor as a delicious shudder travelled to the base of her spine at the warm and wet sensation permeating her. His teeth dug into her earlobe, tugging it back before letting go as he then husked the hushed whisper in an enticing fashion into her ear, "I never said I wasn't enjoying how needy you're acting right now, kitten. If I have to be honest, I'm liking this new cutesy side of yours. It makes me want to bully you and see how long you can last before your head bursts from all the embarrassment."
"Lecher," her voice trembled along with her lips as he began peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses all over the left side of her slender neck. "Scum of earth, poophead, dummy, dipshit," she continued to shower him with the downpour of uninspired insults. But her baritone lacked any bite, her voice rising and lowering in a wavering manner as his teeth teasingly scraped along the smooth flesh of her scruff, nipping as his tongue gave her tantalizing licks here and there.
Her heart ached, threatening to jump out of her chest as the warmth puddling in her belly grew into a rapid fire when his mouth trailed lower still to the junction between her neck and shoulder. "Idiot, asshole, douchebag, bastard." Soft, shaky sighs bubbled out of her as her breathing became even more labored, the sounds of her pants accompanied with the tiny mewls she was emitting as he proceeded to attack the sensitive skin of her shoulder with teasing bites, passionate kisses, beguiling licks and steady suctions.
Okita had intended to seduce her only a little, to see how far he could tease her before she would start throwing a fit. But the more he went with his ministrations, the louder the noises she was making and the warmer her flesh became. Before long, her small whines had invited his own arousal as his now hardened cock constricted against the rough fabric of his jeans. He wanted more. More of her gasping voice and more of the sight of her struggling to keep her ecstatic moans at bay. Shuffling noises echoed from the front row, and he decided it was time to take desperate measures. That, and to grant himself something to alleviate the fermenting fire building in his loins.
"Look here, China," he breathed against the bony structure of her collarbone, his voice a dangerously lower octave as the hoarse request rippled out of him.
Kagura blinked her dazed ceruleans at him, before complying and tilting her head slightly to the side. He lifted his head just in time to purse her lips in an inviting fashion before he crushed her hot mouth with his, silencing her heavy breathing and pleasured sighs as he flicked his tongue out to skim along the entrance of her mouth before forcing the wet appendage inside. Their teeths bumped against each other as they motioned their lips in a fervent dance with one another, his tongue drifting along the roof of her mouth and skirting along her pearl white teeth and exploring each and every crevice it could before it eventually stroked ferociously against hers.
"Someone's gonna see-" she tried to remind him when he pulled apart only briefly to inhale greedy intakes of air, but he quickly muffled any protest she could with his lips as he swooped in for another messy lip-lock, his teeth chewing and biting on the supple flesh of the bottom half of her mouth. His free hand had found solace on her thigh, nails digging and fingers kneading the ample appendage as his digits lingered dangerously close to the hem of her mini gown.
"Yeah?" A loud 'pop' echoed as he sucked viciously on her lower lip before letting go, more than pleased with himself as he eyed it swell and turn red from the assault. A low and throaty chuckle vibrated through his chest as he trailed his lips along her jawline and mouthed the syllables against her skin, "It's not my fault. Blame yourself for being so cute, piggie. Got me all hot and bothered with how precious you were being."
Perhaps it was due to her having had enough of his incessant teasing and the growing sexual tension in the air between them throughout the entire day. Perhaps it was because his ministrations weren't exactly satiating her thirst for more, and in fact, simply intensified her cravings to let him have his way with her. Perhaps it was because he had been so sweet, so romantic, so hot and so annoying throughout the course of their date, and it turned her on, made her happy and weak in the knees, and irritated her all at once. Perhaps it was all of those contributing factors. But by the time his fingers were lazily twiddling around with the hem of her dress, she was already clutching a tight grasp around his wrist and forcing his hand inside her gown.
His mouth froze against her chin as his digits met with warmth, wetness and want through the rough fabric of her cotton panties, and his desire-clouded scarlet irises broadened into the size of saucers in muted shock at the bold gesture. At that moment, she realized he hadn't released her hand the entire time, and the fingers that were intertwined with hers were layering with beads of sweat and shivering from the hunger for more. She heard his breath hitch in his throat, caught the sound of him choking on his own spit before he stammered, "O-oi, China. What do you think you're…?"
"Shut up and touch me," she growled, the sound angry and animalistic as it echoed out of her in the midst of her heavy panting, "You made me this soaked. Take responsibility and touch me," she went on with the demanding command, her voice faltering as it flittered between asserted dominance and desperate neediness.
A husky bouts of laughter rippled out of him. "Okay, I know I keep pushing you, but if someone sees, then…"
"Just touch me," she pleaded with him again, the dictatorship from before subsiding from her system as her baritone broke into that of a quiet prayer. "Please, Sougo. Touch me. I can't-"
The sounds of her begging caused his hard-on to twitch in his pants, the sadist biting on his lip to stifle a growl of approval as he settled with digging his teeth into her earlobe, chewing hard enough to hurt in a good way but nowhere near ample to actually break through her skin.
"If that's what the little brat wants, it's what the little brat gets I guess," he chuckled against her, the guffaws leaving him in a mixture of a slight purr as lust heavily laced his deep tone. "Bite into my shoulder or something. I don't care if it bleeds. You'd better try to be as quiet as possible, I don't want anyone else to hear those cute sounds coming out of your lips. Those are all mine. You're all mine," he asserted the rough command, the syllables escaping him in a gravelly growl as he waited for her to obey. She did, instantly burying her head into the crook of his neck and delving her teeth into the broadness of his shoulder in a desperate endeavor to somehow silence her moans.
He massaged her drenched core through the material of her underwear, his fingers nimble against her before he eventually grew impatient, momentarily halting to push her undergarment aside so that he could feel how slippery her walls were. He brushed against her once, repressing a pleased groan when he registered the sensation of her juices coating his long fingers. He heaved a small sigh as he briskly rubbed up and down her nether lips, savoring the feel of her becoming wetter and warmer against him as he gave her a couple more strokes before abruptly ramming two fingers inside her, going knuckle-deep through the lips of her tight hole as he curled his digits a good 90 degrees to thrust against her g-spot. Kagura gave out a sharp jolt of her hips, her teeth digging deeper into his flesh and breaking through skin as she bit hard enough to draw out blood. A spasm of pain travelled from his shoulder and up to the junction between it and his neck, but the throbbing ache did nothing to deter him and he kept his pace brutal and agile as he thrust his fingers in and out of her over and over again.
Still, he didn't let go of her hand and instead tightened their digits that were twisted together, the sadist painfully aware of their convulsing fingers and the films of sweat beading their palms as he buried his head into the crook of her neck and peppered hot and messy kisses all over her nape. Yeah, just like that. He inwardly hummed in approval to himself as she began bucking her hips against his pounding digits, his wrist already ready to give out from the muscle ache prompted by how fast and rough he was fingering her. Some squelching sounds – a byproduct of how soaked she was – resonated in their ears, but it was apparent that no one took notice as Okita perceived the lack of attention they were garnering from the other movie watchers there, all of which who were more or less preoccupied with feasting their eyes on the sex scene going on in the movie.
For a brief moment, he thanked the gods for making him choose Fifty Shades of Grey for their first date.
Somewhere in the midst of their dangerous tryst, Kagura had pulled apart from his shoulder and he was patently conscious of the feel of ichor dribbling down the perforated wounds she had given him as she exhaled desperate, drawn out but soft whimpers of his name, "Sougo, Sougo, Sougo, Sougo."
Fuck. He licked his lips, restraining the urge to bend her over her seat and take her right there and then as he creased his brows into a deep concentrated frown in order to summon an ounce of self-control. The perfect roll of her tongue was paradise-like in his ears as she whispered his name again and again like a broken mantra, her sounds rising in tandem as he quickened the rate of his ramming fingers as a result.
However, as much as he was enjoying listening to her sobbing out his name, Okita couldn't risk having anyone else overhearing the delicious noises she was eliciting. He proffered her a warning bite on the side of her neck as he growled out the words, "I think I told you to shut up, pet. Now quit whining or else I'll stop."
Her thighs were quivering, he noted, as she let out a trembling gasp at the dominance evident in his husky voice. Almost immediately, she relented, concealing her face into his shirt once again as she caught a mouthful of the cotton fabric in between her gritting teeth in what could only be passable as an effort to smother her sounds of euphoria.
Damn it, she listens too well, he purred in his musings, before deciding to reward her with her obedience by adding another finger inside her, stretching out her insides even further as he furiously propelled his fingers in and out of her. His thrusts reinforcing in both speed and force as he went as swift and hard as he could, his wrist flicking ceaselessly the entire time. The movements of her bucking hips intensified as well, her actions succeeding to heighten the ecstasy tenfold as she thrust against his fingers in reckless abandon.
He felt her clamp down on him and expelled a breathy laughter in response. His voice was a cruel blend of sadistic pleasure and forceful demand as the chuckling syllables fizzled out of him in a rough whisper, "You're a fucking wanton slut, aren't you?" Her walls gave him another squeeze, causing him to emit a low groan before his words soon left him in lightning speed syllables, his baritone a gravelly touch as he asserted the harsh command, "You're close. I can tell. Hurry up and come. C'mon, go over the edge like a good little whore for me and come all over my fingers."
Her body gave out violent convulsions over his choice of words, her knees shuddering a few times and the arch of her spine pressing her supple mounds against the hard contours of his chest as the knot in her belly finally unravelled, pure white pleasure blinding her as she came undone all over his digits and sprayed her release all over the seat. At the same time, the fingers of her hand that was clinging onto his the entire time dug her nails into the skin of the back of his hand, burying themselves into his flesh deep and hard enough to draw out blood as ichor trickled down his knuckles.
Both were glad for the plethora of sex scenes taking place in the film as they had managed to keep everyone else in the theatre distracted and in the dark over what was occuring in the furthest row of the cinema. Kagura hadn't the slightest clue what Ana and Christian Grey were on about on the screen, but she couldn't care less as Okita sent her spiralling into a pit of ecstasy over and over again with his skillful hands.
Their tickets were wasted, but the time spent was not.
"Are you sure we should have left it that way?" Kagura's inquiry sounded almost breathless as it rippled out of her. Her and Okita were sauntered out of the large cinema doors, the rolling credit scene echoing from behind them as the other movie watchers followed suit.
Okita had to blink twice to clear residues of desire still misting in his scarlet gaze before he eventually pinned a baffled stare on her. "What?" he reiterated in confusion before his eyelids offered another blink. A second passed before a look of recognition crossed his features and he went on with a taunting edge in his voice, "You mean your seat? It's fine, I think. People will simply think that some weirdo peed there or something. Relax, no one will know it's you," he reassured her when she tried to land a kick at his rear in response to his mocking jeer, his hand seizing a clutch around her ankle just in time to halt her mid-assault.
"That's not the point, you little shit! Did you just call me a weirdo?!" she roared in an affronted manner, her infuriated voice rising a couple of notches as she fixed a menacing glower at the sadist who merely ogled back at her with an aloof bearing on his complexion.
If Shinpachi were here, he probably would have offered a witty retort by questioning her if that was the issue she had with what Okita had just uttered – though then again, if either Shinpachi or Gin had been present throughout their little tryst back in the theatre, they in all likelihood would have punctured gigantic holes through Okita's body a long time.
"Well, considering that you just had an orgasm in the cinema…" he trailed off when she levelled him with another icy glare, but telltale signs of a self-satisfied smirk lingered at the corners of his lips regardless as she cutely fumed at him in return.
"That's because-!" Kagura went to holler at him, only to cut herself short when she discerned the weird looks the other shoppers around them proffered her. Clearing her throat, the glutton then leaned closer and stood her toes before forcefully grabbing on Okita's collar to yank him down to her level as she whispered the bitter grouse into his ear, "That's because you kept being a creep and wouldn't stop teasing me the entire day, stupid sadist."
But it was pretty obvious that Okita had no intention of taking her seriously as he then endorsed an expression of mock pleasure, before feigning an long and contented sigh, "Oh, yes. It feels good when your breath tickles my ear, mistress. Please give your pathetic slave some more."
Her rosy-hued lips tugged down into a thin line of muted chagrin as her scowl darkened ever so slightly. "Since when were you a masochist, idiot? Feeling like a change of pace or something?"
"Of course not. I'm just mimicking how you always react when we have sex, dumbass," he scoffed at her before grasping his fingers around her wrist and forcing her to release the tight grip she had around his collar when his back began to scream out in pain after some time of having his torso bent in a weird angle as she wrenched him down to her height.
A second later, she clenched her palms around either side of his neck before pulling him towards her knee as she proceeded to propel the bony structure of her knee to his gut. Okita started to violently cough out blood, but it didn't take him long to provide her his own counter attack in the form of stabbing two of his fingers into her eyes, smirking to himself when the girl let out a blood-curdling scream of pure torment at the sudden jabbing pain.
"Mommy, what's wrong with them?"
"Shh, don't look, Kensuke-chan. They're obviously not right in the head."
The conspicuous whispers around them managed to discourage them from indulging in another petty brawl – if only for a little bit. It didn't, however, do anything to hinder Okita's murderous intents as he rammed his digits up her nose this time around, Kagura responding with a powerful punch to his throat as the brute force of her hit caused him to slump to the ground in a kneeling position as another fit of intense retching escaped him.
"Ha! Serves you right, stupid dog! And you'd better stay down!" came his girlfriend's triumphant declaration as she watched him convulse on the floor with a hint of sadistic glee evident in her cerulean orbs. Kagura tried to pay no heed to the lingering scent of her previous release permeating her nostrils as she fixed a cold, black glare on Okita's coughing stature before he then regained composure, looking about ready to roundhouse kick her.
However, he settled with sending a heated glower in her direction as he shouted out his exasperation from the top of his lungs, "What do you think you're doing, you airhead?! You trying to destroy my vocal chords or what?!"
"Well, if it stops you from spouting out dumb shit all the time, maybe I should," she snorted at him, only to expel admittedly endearing protests as he lurched back to his feet, his hand quickly finding solace in gripping on her jawline as his fingers pressed hard against her cheeks. "Ow, ow, ow! That hurts! You're making my cheeks hurt, you doofus!"
"Quiet, piggie. This is nothing to the pain of you throat-punching me earlier," he growled at her as he began to shake her head ferociously from side to side as he continued squeezing her plump cheeks together. A couple more minutes passed with them throwing savage curses at each other and Okita threatening to prompt a migraine from the ruthless rocking of her head before Kagura, finally growing tired of it, eventually bit down on the space between his thumb and index finger. Although, she didn't chew hard at all and this caused Okita to halt dead in his motions as he levelled a surprised gawp on her.
His widened eyes took in the sight of the light pink tinge coloring her cheeks as she formed a lovable response whilst still not letting go of his hand, her voice muffled as the words vibrated through the entirety of his fingers as she sounded the cute pouting remark, "I told you that it hurts. Why won't you listen to me, idiot?"
There was a long pause that seemed to drag on forever as Okita's eyes drank in the adorable display before he let out a loud and defeated sigh. "Who the hell gave you permission to be this cutesy, China? I swear this amount of charms is illegal in some parts of Japan, you know?"
The sudden change to an affectionate demeanor from the sadist gave rise to both her embarrassment and shock as she drew apart her teeth from his hand in her startled state of mind. Blood surged to her head, her heart abruptly accelerating in both speed and volume and her jaws falling slack as she stammered, "W-what are you talking about, you dumbass? Do you think that kind of smooth talk is gonna work on me? I'll have you know that I'm not one to be easily wooed, okay-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I ain't falling for that tsundere act again, Kagura," came his quick retort before he silenced her denying sentences with his mouth, his lips colliding with hers in a pliant and chaste kiss before he instantly pulled apart as briskly as he had initiated the lip-lock. Although, she immediately fell into a meek disquietude as stared back at him in a shy fashion, her teeth chewing on the bottom half of her mouth as coy need danced in her ocean blues. Noticing the craving from more he could feel from her, Okita decided against indulging in her want and instead granted her a featherlight peck on her forehead as he went on, "Well, not that I mind. I find that to be cute too. I guess I have Kugimiya Rie-san to thank for that."
"I can still smell myself on you. You should have properly licked everything off, chihuahua," she told him in a hushed murmur as he finally stopped squeezing her cheeks and let go of the tight clutch he had around her chin. He blinked once at her before curving his lips into what seemed to be another cheeky grin.
"I did. In case you forgot, you also really liked the show. Not my fault you got a strong scent to begin with." His rich baritone was imbued heavily with a mixture of arousal and mischief as his eyes flashed a dangerous glint at her. "I don't hate it though."
She heaved a soft sigh, but a warm smile loitered at the edges of her lips and fondness perturbed her bright sapphire blue irises. "You depraved little prick. I wonder what I even see in you."
"I'm only a perv around you, China," he paused to bestow her another kiss, this time on both of her cheeks. "I think I've made myself clear, no? I'm yours, and you're mine. This time, not just physically. I mean emotionally as well. I'm serious." His voice harbored a powerful frisson of love and devotion as a glimmer of affection entered his normally detached pools of red.
"I know, you ninny," she laughed as she touched their foreheads together, her girlish giggles gaining a higher octave as he shut his eyes closed and released a contented sigh at the soothing effect the gesture had over him.
She bit on the insides of her cheeks as she considered something a moment, the revelation settling in on her that he was the only one who had directly confessed his feelings towards her this entire time. Although she was pretty certain that he was already aware of how she felt about him, she was also kind of positive that he would enjoy having her word everything out loud.
She drew apart only slightly to look him straight in the eyes, cheeks warming as she parted her lips to articulate the letters, "Sadist, I-I have something to tell you. I know you've been waiting to hear this, and all I've been giving you are hints here and there, but-"
But he swiftly cut her short with another kiss, this time the lip-lock lasting a little longer as he deepened the lip-lock, motioning his head forward and pushing hers back as he sucked on her lower lip before breaking off the kiss. The inklings of tenderness lying underneath the compelling adoration in his crimson gaze caused butterfly wings to flutter in her belly and warmth and joy to swell in her heart as he slanted his lips into a toothy but understanding grin.
"I know, you dunce. You don't have to force yourself into saying it." He nuzzled his nose against hers before pulling apart from her completely to study her with a fervent ogle. His voice was an equally devoted and patient tone, gentle but firm as the words echoed out of him, "I get it. You need to get over your tsundere pride first to actually utter those three words." He then flicked her on the forehead and ignored her cursing at him as he reminded her with the grin on his features broadening an inch, "I told you, didn't I? I'm willing to wait, so take as much time as you need. Even if it takes forever, I'll make you say them out loud anyway. And I ain't gonna be satisfied with it being a one time thing. I'll make you list all the things you love about me every day, and I'll make you tell me how much you love me every single second."
She pursed her lips to stifle the gleeful smile threatening to cross her face. However, her efforts proved to be futile as her mouth convulsed to form a gratified smile regardless, her eyes beaming and sparkling at him as she laughed, "You're needy, sadist. Who would have thought?"
"I've said this before in episode 35 of the anime," he started, kissing the top of her head once before drawing apart with a playful smirk playing on his lips, "I may be a sadist, but that's only because I'm insecure on the inside, you know? So you've gotta make sure to reassure me how important I am to you every day."
"You're second only to sukonbu," she quipped in with the humor-filled reply, causing Okita to react with a feigned laughter that dripped heavily with sarcastic undertones.
"I wasn't looking to one-up your obsession with sukonbu anyway. God knows that you have an unhealthy fixation with it," he asserted the dry remark, side-stepping just in time to elude her attacks as she lunged forward to kick him right in the balls.
"Then again, it's probably better than Hijikata-san's obsession with mayonnaise. Or Yamazaki's with anpan, badminton and Tama-san for that matter. Wait, now that I think about it, Yamazaki gets weirdly and easily obsessed with a lot of things, huh?" he broke into an off-course tangent as he pondered this for a brief second, elegantly swerving his body to the side to effortlessly avoid her second attempt at kneeding him in the stomach.
"Speaking of, Danna has a damning habit of devouring too much sugar too, doesn't he? And God forbid we find out how many times a day Shinpachi busts a nut over Otsuu-chan," he went on, paying no heed to her defaming insults as she angrily bellowed at him whilst trying to land at least one punch across his face. Unfortunately, her endeavors proved to be fruitless as he succeeded to evade each attempted assault.
"I think Kondo-san's way too into boss lady as well. Sacchan's a little bit of a stalker for Danna, and don't even get me started with her sexual innuendos with natto. Hmm…" he paused to tilt his head to one side before levelling an indifferent but taunting stare on her as he sounded the ill-conceived barb, "How about it, China? Why don't we plot some scheme to put those loonies in a mental hospital? Who knows, maybe the doctors there can help cure their craziness or something. Oh, you're included too of course."
"Says the most fucked up guy in the bunch!" she roared at him as she finally managed to deliver a sharp kick at his ribcage, but its forceful impact toned down considerably as he protected himself with a hand just in time to prevent her from breaking any bones. Frustrated tears peeked at the corners of her eyes before she jerked her leg away and pinned a dark glower on his grinning expression.
She soon began a vengeful tangent as outraged veins dangerously popped on her left cheek and forehead, "So what, you think you're the sanest person in our group? That's Pachi-boy, alright? And even he keeps losing his brain cells every day by hanging around me and Gin-chan too much. What, do you not have an obsession or two at all, sadist? Think it makes you a better person, huh? Do you think you can bring world peace, huh?"
"I never said anything about world peace. This corrupted society can burn in hell for all I care. In fact, it should," came his scoffing riposte as he sent a straight-faced peer in her direction.
Her ire dissipated as her gaze took a turn for the clinical approach. "Oi. Now you're sounding like Shinsuke."
He ignored her and went on nonetheless. "But if you really insist on knowing, then I guess I'll be generous enough for once and tell you. Yes, I do have an unhealthy fixation of my own, for your information."
"Ha! Dumbass!" An evil and shrill bout of laughter erupted from her chest as she doubled over in tears at how foolish he had been to actually divulge the personal detail about himself, the gears in her mind already beginning to whirl for devilish schemes as she pointed a judgemental finger at him. "Alright, tell me what it is so I can mess around with what you love and make fun of it! Then you'll understand how it feels to be an avid fan of something and stop being such a douche!"
He paused, his expression blank for a moment before an impish grin slowly but surely tilted at the edges of his lips. "Well, go ahead and make fun of yourself then. I ain't gonna stop you, that's for sure."
A long silence fell on them, hanging painfully in the air as the meaning behind his words eventually took a while to actually register themselves in her brain. The gears in her head clicked in full recognition, and her face immediately adopted a bright red shade that resembled a tomato as steam poured out of her ears from the blood rushing to her cheeks. The blush, however, was the most deepest and violent she had thus far as it spread to her entire body before she broke into an embarrassed fit of tantrums.
"Aaaaaah!! Dieeeeeeee! Die, die, die! Just dieeeee in a ditch, stupid sadist!!" came her loud screech as she began punching tight fists at his chest. Okita simply laughed at the adorable display before leaning down to give her another kiss to silence the death threats bubbling out her throat.
"Hey, China. Let's go and try that thing out."
Kagura seemed as if she was light-headed from all the constant blushing she had been suffering throughout the entire day, but still she looked fixedly at the direction Okita had pointed at, blinking the embarrassment out of her eyes as her gaze veered to a photo booth.
"I didn't take you for one who would appreciate that kind of thing, Sofa-kun. Women are usually the ones who would flock to take pictures, not men," she muttered under her breath, involuntarily letting out a pained shriek when he reacted to her intentionally pronouncing his name wrong by conferring her a sharp kick on the butt. She grumbled some unintelligible gibberish under her breath that sounded suspiciously like a long string of curses directed at a certain brown-haired sadist, but followed suit regardless as he calmly trudged towards the photo booth.
"Don't go picking up Danna's habit of referring me as a piece of furniture, piggie, or I'll really summon a ghost to haunt you tonight," he tartly enunciated the empty threat. Well, then again, coming from him, it was half-empty at best and actually serious at worst. Kagura didn't really feel inclined to try to find out. "Besides," he started once they were eventually inside the rather cramped square space of the photo booth, "I wanted to try and get a memento out of our first date, you know? Selfies are pretty useful, but I wanted something more…meaningful and physically existing. Something I can actually hang on my wall so that I can look at it every time I wake."
This goddamn son of a bitch, Kagura inwardly gushed in her mind despite the crude choice of words as she observed his aloof expression. In spite of the seemingly standoffish bearing he endorsed, however, she could detect the flickers of uncurbed excitement perturbing his detached pools of crimson as a pink shade colored his cheeks.
She had regularly appreciated his blunt side, and had habitually respected how he was able to verbalize any and all opinions and thoughts without much restraint – an ability that he quite feasibly garnered due to the fact that he lacked any ounce of shame to begin with. But with him casually sliding in these romantic proclamations here and there in their banters, Kagura wasn't sure how long she could last before her head would eventually explode from the incessant rush of blood. Nonetheless, she didn't resent it at all, and instead, actually relished in how cute and hopelessly devoted he was to her.
Okita hadn't been pulling her leg. He really was obsessed with her. Such was the cross she had to bear for making a sadist like him fall for her. But it was a cross that she was willing to live with.
Not that she was ready to vocalize it out loud of course. He wouldn't let her live that down if she did.
"What are you, a dumbass?" she huffed, but a distinguishable flush remained on her cheeks. "You should have gotten an instant camera in that case. Polaroids are easy fixes to this kind of thing. Fujifilm cameras are pretty cute. Besides, you can always print out selfies anywho."
"What are you, a bigger dumbass?" he responded in kind, though his indifferent baritone differed from her timid one. "I know that. But those instant cameras aren't cheap, alright? They cost an arm and a leg, and I ain't willing to lose my limbs for dumb shit like that."
She wasn't sure if he meant that figuratively or literally, but listened anyway as he continued, "And I never said anything about not wanting to take selfies with you. I just needed something else for our first date- just for the memories, you know. I can keep photos of us together as much as I want in my phone – hell, I'm pretty sure I have a good number of them already, what with you constantly stealing the spotlight in almost of all my selfies back when we were in high school."
His unabashed admittance caused her to stumble over her words before the startled gasp eventually fizzled out of her, "You still keep our photos from high school, chihuahua?"
The sadist pursed his lips forward into a small pout. "Yeah, I do. Even when I didn't realize that I have feelings for you, I…couldn't bring myself to delete them, no matter how much I convinced myself that I hated you. Why? Is that weird? Don't tell me you don't keep them anymore?" The final sentence rippled out of him in an almost terrified voice, the insinuations of insecurity and hurt patent beneath as the syllables crawled from the back of his throat.
There was a short-lasting pause before she finally, and timidly, mumbled, "…I never said that I don't have anymore. I still have them saved in my phone's gallery, mind you. I couldn't make myself delete them either."
"Oh." He let out what sounded like a relieved sigh. "That's good. I was about to find a rock and make a living as a Patrick copycat and start making that rock my home if you told me otherwise. I would have died from the humiliation if I was the only one still saving those pictures."
She blinked, before a girlish giggle vibrated through her chest. "What, do you get embarrassed too, sadist? I didn't think that's a word that exists in your personality."
Somewhat offended, he sulked a little. "I'm not that detached, okay?" he retorted with a snort, before releasing another sigh, his voice taking a more gentle and loving approach as he resonated the letters, "But that's not the point, what I'm saying is I want something different for the first date. You know, because it's our first date."
First date this, first date that! Stop acting like a pure cherry boy in love or else I'll die from having fast, irregular heartbeats, you knucklehead! She sounded the inward cry of embarrassment in her head as her cheeks gained a renewed heat, her light flush now intensifying into a bright wine red as her heart once again somersaulted before thumping wildly and loudly in her chest. Nevertheless, she swallowed a lump in her throat before reaching to take his hand in hers.
Okita blinked at the feel of her fingers intertwining with his, his eyes widening at the crimson blush adorning her face as the endearing sight prompted his own blood to surge to his head. He watched her as she darted her gaze everywhere but at him, fidgeting and squirming in her spot as she asserted her response in a meek and quiet voice,
"W-well, the belief that the first date is one of the important dates is overrated anyway. I'll make every date of ours more and more special each time, and I'm willing to take pictures in photo booths as many times as you want. I'm even okay if this started being our routine. But I…" she paused, acutely aware of her trembling lips as she lifted her eyes to finally meet his with a shy stare, "…think anything that lets me see your face, whether it's a photo booth, a phone, or an instant camera – just anything that lets me see your face…is fine. It's enough. I just…want to keep all of your pictures to myself."
Was China trying to kill him? Because Okita felt as if he was on the verge of fainting from all the blood pooling in his head. Either that, or his heart could jump out of his chest first. The butterfly wings thrashing in his gut, the feel of his cheeks warming to an unbearable pitch, and the sensation of his deafening heart battering fast in his chest – everything felt as if they had intensified a hundredfold just from hearing her say those words.
This woman really was going to be the death of him someday. But he probably wouldn't mind meeting his doom if it meant that he would be in her capable hands. Or he could kill her first with more exaggerated romantic gestures. He was always one to compete in everything when it came to her after all.
"Stop eyeballing me like some kind of creep and help me choose what kind of effect we would want for our pictures, sadist. And you'd better not make an ugly pose or I'll shove my fingers up your ass this time," her timid but feisty voice broke him out of his reverie as she cleared her throat once to regain his attention.
He blinked at her again, before a warm smile eventually slanted at the corners of his full lips. Reinforcing the hold of their joined hands, Okita leaned ever so closer towards her until their shoulders were brushing against one another as he pointed to a certain lovable effect among plenty more that were available.
"Then, I want the cat ears. And probably this and that too. Oh, it doesn't have a collar effect? A shame."
"Why would a photo booth have anything that would suit your BDSM tendencies, idiot? Hurry up or else the people outside are gonna start complaining," she slightly rushed him as she gestured her head at the impatient whispers reverberating in low but discernible murmurs outside the compact booth.
"Well," His mouth curled into his ever-present sadistic grin, "if worse comes to worst, we can always shoot them down."
Okita peered down at the set of images staring back at him in his hands, a warm and satiated smile evident on his lips as he took in each and every photo. The first one was of them tugging at each other's bangs, the second was of them jamming their fingers up one another's noses, the third was of them arguing over him wrapping the collar back around her neck as the cat ears effect finally emerged, the fourth was of them making ugly and silly faces at the camera, and the fifth was of her laughing at him as he doubled over in pain when she kicked him once again in the stomach.
But the sixth picture was of him kissing the back of her hand as he brought their interlocked fingers to his lips. The seventh was of her leaning in to give him a light, featherlight peck on his right cheek, and the eighth was of him grinning and grabbing at her face before a swift blur indicated him half-way in swooping down to steal her lips. The ninth was of his mouth finally descending on hers as he kissed the living breath out of her, and the tenth was of them happily laughing together when they finally drew apart from each other, their foreheads touching as the tip of their noses brushed together.
At that moment, not for the first time and surely not for the last time, did he thank the gods for bringing in the fiery woman named Kagura into his life.
"What are you doing?" he asked her when she suddenly snatched the images out of his grasp and briskly whipped out her phone.
"Posting the pictures on social media, duh. I gotta show off my new boyfriend to the entire world- and hey! Are you trying to suffocate me here, Himura Kenshin?!" she yelped when he abruptly encased one arm around her waist, and briskly tugged her into a tight embrace. However, whatever protests that she was spouting out was promptly cut short as she felt him smile against her mouth before he soon claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.
A/N: I know that 50 Shades of Grey came out a long time ago, but I couldn't resist the urge to include it because it has BDSM (even if it's one of the biggest misinterpretations of BDSM relationships I've ever watched. I ended up making fun of it lol. Please don't come after me if any of you guys enjoyed it.) I tried not to make the movie scene too perverted, I really did, but I couldn't help myself like usual lololol (I feel like a shameless pervert saying this sentence aloud). But anywho, I hope you guys enjoyed this not-so-short update lmao. Rest assured, the movie scene wasn't the last smut I was referring the previous updates (personally, I consider anything that doesn't include full on penetration to be a half-smut instead of a complete smut. A teaser if you will). The last smut is gonna happen in the next chapter, so look forward to that!
JuneyOkikagu, CheeryLola, Heatherishere- Aw, I'm honored to be called legendary. Tbh I couldn't believe myself either with that 11k word count. Although these days I've been popping out 8k updates. And I'm happy to see that we're all proud perverts! XD I enjoy writing smut or/and sexual tension as much as you guys enjoy reading it. And naw, I was actually thinking of an amusement park at first but I got the idea of a shopping mall instead because I have some scenes where it would only make sense in a mall setting. But thank you for calling the idea brilliant! You guys give me too much praise. And, well, Mr. Horse Butt Face is going to be stuck to the bench for a few years so no worries about him showing up again XD And yes, when I imagine Okikagu on a date, I imagine them being kind of shy but also still retaining their respective shenanigans lol. They're still a couple of crackheads after all. And well, that guy deserves to get his head shaved lmao. I love that we're all loving possessive and protective Sougo (though in the anime there were some scenes that made it obvious he's rather protective over the ppl he cares about. Especially his sister and Kondo.) I'm happy to see that my readers are getting addicted to the fluff I write, I'm addicted to writing them lmao. (and smut too). Also, props to Heather for noticing the famous streamer line. lolol, you always point out the references I make and that makes me happy. Anyways I hope you guys have been well as well, good luck with your respective endeavors! As usual thanks for all the support and much love to all of you!
