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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,003
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2
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Beyond Innocence
Title: Behind Closed Doors (Part One)
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Characters: Mugen & Fuu
Table: Tres
Prompt: #10. Secret
Word Count:806
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sexual content, Self pleasure, Voyeurism.
Summary: Mugens knows Fuu's secret.
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Mugen knows Fuu's secret. Every dirty detail is etched into his mind, resurfacing silently like a ninja of the night and almost knocks the air from his lungs. In the midst of crickets chirping and frogs croaking, once the other two are out like a light, does he dare to act upon his desire to follow up with an attack towards the mental onslaught of images of the sunflower obsessed girl.
However, in the back of his mind he sniggers. The thought of confronting her would certainly have the little virgin feeling the utmost humiliation. Oh how her pale cheeks would flame up with his confession. Though more than anything he wishes to the non-existing heavens to torture her as she's doing to him. He assures that one day he'll eventually snap. And it will happen. Though for the time being; he'll uncharacteristically wait for the perfect moment to strike…
Tonight, they have just enough for a cheap inn. The floor boards are creaking and it's a wonder they haven't fell through the rickety boards yet, but at least they are out of that dense forest. They quickly settle; Fuu is perched in front of the mirror fiddling with her brown tresses, Jin is cross-legged polishing his blade, and Mugen is sprawled on the bare floor digging his pinky into his ear uncaring.
It isn't long at all before Mugen's complaining about the emptiness of his gut and gets up to leave, though Fuu ultimately knows his evening plans most likely consist of chow, tits, and booze in no particular order. She still makes an effort to keep him from leaving by scolding his behavior but sighs in defeat once she can no longer hear the sound of his steel plated geta meeting with the earth.
The night progresses much the way it typically does minus the kidnapping. Her complaining to Jin about their companions ill manners and Jin simply grunting as recognition; his way of not wanting to fuel the fire that will die out on its own.
Once she thinks Jin is asleep, the brunette cracks open her journal and writes about how cloudy the skies were, Mugen tripping over a rock and blaming Jin, How monotone Jin is even at the most dreadful moments, and lastly tonight's events. After-wards she releases her hair from its chopsticks and flings her hair about her shoulders, pretending to be one of the gorgeous dancers at the last street performance she saw, moving as gracefully as they had.
It isn't long after she lays her head down that her mind wonders, her body heats up and the itch becomes almost unbearable. It would seem sleep isn't within her reach tonight.
It doesn't happen regularly, only should they happen to pick up (steal) enough Ryo to accommodate for a night in a cheap hotel. He leaves, only to come back to their female companion ever so slowly easing her graceful hands inside that over-sized pink kimono and do things that has him aching on sight. Though he cant see exactly what it is she's doing, though the slit in the door; he can see her hand rustling around underneath the silk fabric.
Cheek bone to cheek bone is tinged pink and it becomes quite obvious once she unties her obi and her kimono falls open like a curtain for the main entertainment.
He cups himself through his shorts, already feeling the affects from her private show. He's hard, pulsatingly stiff. So he follows the rhythm of her movements which are slow and teasing. She looks like she's testing the waters, looking for the place that gives her the most pleasure. It's a sight once she finds it; her entire body jerks, sweat begins to form as she quickens her pace, and her lip almost bleeds from the forced exerted by keeping in the moans she wants to let out so badly. Mugen unconsciously sighs in relief because the teasing gestures had him wanting to break through the paper thin door and show her what she's really missing out on.
However, he restrains and resorts to pulling out his cock, relieving some of the pressure on his weeping muscle.
Mugen groans low, deep in his throat when her sex glistens in the candle light - his hand begins pumping faster. He fells it, the tightening in his balls and the tingling sensation rising low in his stomach and up his shaft. When she comes, head back and his name on her lips - so does he, with an intensity greater than anything he's ever felt.
It takes a moment for him to catch his breath and he waits for her breathing to even out in slumber before clambering into their one night shack.
For now Fuu's secret is safe, although tomorrow he can't guarantee he'll be so tight lipped.
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Characters: Mugen & Fuu
Table: Tres
Prompt: #10. Secret
Word Count:806
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sexual content, Self pleasure, Voyeurism.
Summary: Mugens knows Fuu's secret.
.
.
.
.
.
Mugen knows Fuu's secret. Every dirty detail is etched into his mind, resurfacing silently like a ninja of the night and almost knocks the air from his lungs. In the midst of crickets chirping and frogs croaking, once the other two are out like a light, does he dare to act upon his desire to follow up with an attack towards the mental onslaught of images of the sunflower obsessed girl.
However, in the back of his mind he sniggers. The thought of confronting her would certainly have the little virgin feeling the utmost humiliation. Oh how her pale cheeks would flame up with his confession. Though more than anything he wishes to the non-existing heavens to torture her as she's doing to him. He assures that one day he'll eventually snap. And it will happen. Though for the time being; he'll uncharacteristically wait for the perfect moment to strike…
Tonight, they have just enough for a cheap inn. The floor boards are creaking and it's a wonder they haven't fell through the rickety boards yet, but at least they are out of that dense forest. They quickly settle; Fuu is perched in front of the mirror fiddling with her brown tresses, Jin is cross-legged polishing his blade, and Mugen is sprawled on the bare floor digging his pinky into his ear uncaring.
It isn't long at all before Mugen's complaining about the emptiness of his gut and gets up to leave, though Fuu ultimately knows his evening plans most likely consist of chow, tits, and booze in no particular order. She still makes an effort to keep him from leaving by scolding his behavior but sighs in defeat once she can no longer hear the sound of his steel plated geta meeting with the earth.
The night progresses much the way it typically does minus the kidnapping. Her complaining to Jin about their companions ill manners and Jin simply grunting as recognition; his way of not wanting to fuel the fire that will die out on its own.
Once she thinks Jin is asleep, the brunette cracks open her journal and writes about how cloudy the skies were, Mugen tripping over a rock and blaming Jin, How monotone Jin is even at the most dreadful moments, and lastly tonight's events. After-wards she releases her hair from its chopsticks and flings her hair about her shoulders, pretending to be one of the gorgeous dancers at the last street performance she saw, moving as gracefully as they had.
It isn't long after she lays her head down that her mind wonders, her body heats up and the itch becomes almost unbearable. It would seem sleep isn't within her reach tonight.
It doesn't happen regularly, only should they happen to pick up (steal) enough Ryo to accommodate for a night in a cheap hotel. He leaves, only to come back to their female companion ever so slowly easing her graceful hands inside that over-sized pink kimono and do things that has him aching on sight. Though he cant see exactly what it is she's doing, though the slit in the door; he can see her hand rustling around underneath the silk fabric.
Cheek bone to cheek bone is tinged pink and it becomes quite obvious once she unties her obi and her kimono falls open like a curtain for the main entertainment.
He cups himself through his shorts, already feeling the affects from her private show. He's hard, pulsatingly stiff. So he follows the rhythm of her movements which are slow and teasing. She looks like she's testing the waters, looking for the place that gives her the most pleasure. It's a sight once she finds it; her entire body jerks, sweat begins to form as she quickens her pace, and her lip almost bleeds from the forced exerted by keeping in the moans she wants to let out so badly. Mugen unconsciously sighs in relief because the teasing gestures had him wanting to break through the paper thin door and show her what she's really missing out on.
However, he restrains and resorts to pulling out his cock, relieving some of the pressure on his weeping muscle.
Mugen groans low, deep in his throat when her sex glistens in the candle light - his hand begins pumping faster. He fells it, the tightening in his balls and the tingling sensation rising low in his stomach and up his shaft. When she comes, head back and his name on her lips - so does he, with an intensity greater than anything he's ever felt.
It takes a moment for him to catch his breath and he waits for her breathing to even out in slumber before clambering into their one night shack.
For now Fuu's secret is safe, although tomorrow he can't guarantee he'll be so tight lipped.