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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
6,139
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Don't own SAMURAI CHAMPLOO OR ITS CHARACTERS; don't make money from WRITING FANFIC ABOUT IT.
When the Control Freak Breaks, He Breaks Hard
Author's Note: Dark/PWP take on what might happen post-anime/manga if Fuu married someone else.
When the Control Freak Breaks, He Breaks Hard
"Heh, when the control freak breaks," I say with a malicious grin, finger pointing in your face, "he breaks hard." The moment is a fucking triumph—and a triumph of fucking—and I'm gonna enjoy it. While you struggle to catch your breath, I wipe off my dick on your hakama then take another swig of sake. But I don't take my eyes off you. You're drenched with sweat. Your long hair's a stringy mess and your chest, face, and throat are splattered with cum. Blood wells in scratches and bite marks. And I bet your throat hurts like hell from all the yelling. You've called me every foul thing you can think of and then some while I've laughed, cock balls-deep in your tight bony ass. You've been well and truly fucked. It looks good on you.
As you lick your lips, I enjoy not offering you a drink. Then I think better of it. I fill my mouth with the cool, clear liquid that makes men more than they knew they could be, and lean into you. Your lips part. It's both sexy and disgusting, but you're mine. Just for this moment 'cause I made you finally drop your defenses. I grab you by the jaw and force your mouth open with mine, then spit the sake down your throat like my cock spit down it only a few minutes ago. You swallow now as you did then, and I don't stop kissing you until I get another tiny, strangled moan out of you. Jin, you bitch.
I've sucked you, fucked you, clawed you, bitten you, kicked you, kissed you, and fucked you some more. I've had every inch of you, every way I've wanted it. And you've taken it and cried out for more. I knew this was who you were, down deep. Always knew.
Suddenly, I feel like puking, so I drop off you and we both lay back in the grass, just breathing. We stay like that for what feels like a long time. Neither of us moving. Just looking up at the stars.
"Been six weeks since Fuu married that merchant kid," you murmur hoarsely, breaking the silence like the son of a self-pitying bitch you are.
"Shut the fuck up," I snarl, rising onto my knees again, fighting back nausea. I grab your balls and yank 'em up hard. You gasp and your head drops back. "Spread your fucking legs, samurai," I growl. "I'm gonna fuck you 'til neither of us remembers her fucking name."
You choke out a laugh then. But you spread.
"Heh, when the control freak breaks," I say with a malicious grin, finger pointing in your face, "he breaks hard." The moment is a fucking triumph—and a triumph of fucking—and I'm gonna enjoy it. While you struggle to catch your breath, I wipe off my dick on your hakama then take another swig of sake. But I don't take my eyes off you. You're drenched with sweat. Your long hair's a stringy mess and your chest, face, and throat are splattered with cum. Blood wells in scratches and bite marks. And I bet your throat hurts like hell from all the yelling. You've called me every foul thing you can think of and then some while I've laughed, cock balls-deep in your tight bony ass. You've been well and truly fucked. It looks good on you.
As you lick your lips, I enjoy not offering you a drink. Then I think better of it. I fill my mouth with the cool, clear liquid that makes men more than they knew they could be, and lean into you. Your lips part. It's both sexy and disgusting, but you're mine. Just for this moment 'cause I made you finally drop your defenses. I grab you by the jaw and force your mouth open with mine, then spit the sake down your throat like my cock spit down it only a few minutes ago. You swallow now as you did then, and I don't stop kissing you until I get another tiny, strangled moan out of you. Jin, you bitch.
I've sucked you, fucked you, clawed you, bitten you, kicked you, kissed you, and fucked you some more. I've had every inch of you, every way I've wanted it. And you've taken it and cried out for more. I knew this was who you were, down deep. Always knew.
Suddenly, I feel like puking, so I drop off you and we both lay back in the grass, just breathing. We stay like that for what feels like a long time. Neither of us moving. Just looking up at the stars.
"Been six weeks since Fuu married that merchant kid," you murmur hoarsely, breaking the silence like the son of a self-pitying bitch you are.
"Shut the fuck up," I snarl, rising onto my knees again, fighting back nausea. I grab your balls and yank 'em up hard. You gasp and your head drops back. "Spread your fucking legs, samurai," I growl. "I'm gonna fuck you 'til neither of us remembers her fucking name."
You choke out a laugh then. But you spread.