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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
6,130
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.
Take it, You Tight-assed Jerk
Author's Note: Fuu POV! Based on the prompt "A Little Quickie Behind the Doors" at Citrus-taste.
Take it, You Tight-assed Jerk
I feel absolutely awful doing this. Too young and too wicked at the same time. I can feel the heat travel up my throat and into my face. I'm sure I'm as red as a camellia in full bloom! It's so hot below too, as my fingers clumsily rub and rub over my kimono, trying to find that place despite the layers of cloth. There's neither time nor privacy enough to hike it above my hips as my body is bucked by the door that keeps banging and banging against me although its closed. It's what's going on against it on the other side that has me in this frantic, shameful state, doing this frantic, shameful deed.
I've done this often, actually, and so have they. Because they have, so many times. I stand on the far side of doors and cloth door hangings, walls of mud and paper, any place where they are doing it in presumed secrecy and I can enjoy their harsh pleasure without being seen or known.
This time is amazing, though, because Mugen actually has Jin pressed up against the door and he's bucking into it, pressing Jin forward and "against" me on the other side. I'm turned away, of course, but when I press my behind back, each slam could be into me. Mugen…taking me…the way he takes Jin. "Take it, you tight-assed jerk," Mugen grunts. I want that, I admit to myself and only myself, and I whisper "Yes, Mugen," from the other side of the solid wooden door that keeps thumping against me.
I'm actually more sore than satisfied when I peak, hard and suddenly, with a muffled squeak, just as I hear them, making those low, terrible sounds of their own climaxes. I imagine Mugen has his hand on Jin's erection as he takes him, and it's almost like we reach ecstasy together. Almost.
Perhaps someday I'll have the bravery to beg to join them. If they'd have me. Once I meet the samurai who smells of sunflowers, once I confront my father. Then maybe I'll have the strength. I hope so.
Take it, You Tight-assed Jerk
I feel absolutely awful doing this. Too young and too wicked at the same time. I can feel the heat travel up my throat and into my face. I'm sure I'm as red as a camellia in full bloom! It's so hot below too, as my fingers clumsily rub and rub over my kimono, trying to find that place despite the layers of cloth. There's neither time nor privacy enough to hike it above my hips as my body is bucked by the door that keeps banging and banging against me although its closed. It's what's going on against it on the other side that has me in this frantic, shameful state, doing this frantic, shameful deed.
I've done this often, actually, and so have they. Because they have, so many times. I stand on the far side of doors and cloth door hangings, walls of mud and paper, any place where they are doing it in presumed secrecy and I can enjoy their harsh pleasure without being seen or known.
This time is amazing, though, because Mugen actually has Jin pressed up against the door and he's bucking into it, pressing Jin forward and "against" me on the other side. I'm turned away, of course, but when I press my behind back, each slam could be into me. Mugen…taking me…the way he takes Jin. "Take it, you tight-assed jerk," Mugen grunts. I want that, I admit to myself and only myself, and I whisper "Yes, Mugen," from the other side of the solid wooden door that keeps thumping against me.
I'm actually more sore than satisfied when I peak, hard and suddenly, with a muffled squeak, just as I hear them, making those low, terrible sounds of their own climaxes. I imagine Mugen has his hand on Jin's erection as he takes him, and it's almost like we reach ecstasy together. Almost.
Perhaps someday I'll have the bravery to beg to join them. If they'd have me. Once I meet the samurai who smells of sunflowers, once I confront my father. Then maybe I'll have the strength. I hope so.