Fic: "Kaoru's Naughty Little Fantasy"
Title: Kaoru’s Naughty Little Fantasy
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Summary: Kaoru discovers the pleasures of having a vivid imagination.
Pairing: Kenshin/Kaoru
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki. I own nothing.
Disclaimer 2: I got the idea for this fic after reading two recent HP-fics by violet_quill, which were really short and really hot. I tend to get rather long-winded when I write fanfiction, even with my one-shots. However, this time I really wanted to try and keep things short and simple, so the ‘Kaoru manipulating her own fantasy’-angle seemed like an ample solution. (Of course, my fic is, again, like three times longer than I was planning. *sigh*. I can’t seem to stay away from writing smut in great detail.)
A/N: This fic is not beta-read, simply because this is my first non-HP-fanfic and I have no connections in the RK-fandom.
Kaoru’s Naughty Little Fantasy
I’m at the dojo, practicing my kata, when suddenly I notice Kenshin standing in the doorway, watching me.
No, no, no, that’s no good.
I’m on my way back to the dojo after an afternoon of teaching.
Yes, that’s better.
So, I’m on my way back to the dojo after an afternoon of teaching. About a kilometre away from reaching home, it starts to rain. I don’t quicken my step, for I more than welcome the coolness the rain provides. It had been a terribly hot, humid day. The sweltering heat combined with the vigorous exercise had made me feel like I was about to burst out of my skin. By now, all I want to do is spend the rest of the day in an ice-cold bath until my skin is as wrinkled as an old lady’s.
Ahead, I suddenly notice someone running in my direction. My wet fringe is partially blocking my vision, so I quickly caress it to the sides. I smile as I recognise the all too familiar red-headed swordsman, hasting towards me, carrying an umbrella.
‘Kaoru-dono, this one really thinks you ought not to be out when it rains like this, you’ll catch a cold,’ Kenshin says when he catches up with me and opens the umbrella, sheltering me from the rain.
I beam at the noble gesture. I don’t even consider pointing out to him that I quite welcome the refreshing downpour. The way he’s always fussing over my well-being makes me feel special.
Kenshin has taken to walking in the rain while sheltering me from it, the umbrella not nearly big enough for two people to use. I’d object to the unfair arrangement, but I know he’d refuse any alterations. Also, I can’t help but deem myself privileged that a magnificent, handsome, wonderful man like him would take the time and effort to take care of someone like me, partly at his own expense even. By the time we reach the front porch of the dojo, Kenshin is as drenched as I am. I’m far from complaining though, for I’m learning that a soaking wet Kenshin truly is a sight to behold.
The fabric of Kenshin’s gi is sticking to him like a second skin, outlining every curve and muscle of his lean upper body. His hair is plastered to his face and several shades darker than when it’s dry. Small raindrops are dripping from the strands’ endings, cascading downwards and connecting with his face and body. I watch a lone raindrop trickling down his neck, following a path down his beautifully sculptured chest and the flawless, creamy-white skin of his stomach, disappearing under the bandages covering his lower belly. My mouth feels rather dry all of the sudden. All I really want to do is retrace that raindrop’s trail with my tongue and lick, suck, nibble and bite every inch of Kenshin’s lean ivory-coloured body.
I look up at his face. His violet eyes are lovingly looking into mine. His eyes are beautiful, I’ve always thought so. Their colour changes with each varied emotion, like they’re a window to his soul. I realise he’s talking to me, possibly saying something important, but I can’t bring myself to pay attention. I’m absorbed by the way his lips move with each uttered syllable. His thin lips look oh-so-soft and I wonder how they’d feel against mine.
He’s finished talking. The expectant look on his face tells me he’s waiting for me to say something, possibly reply to a question. I’m not sure what to say, not even aware of what the question was. Instead I just smile. And then he smiles back, making the butterflies in my belly flutter with delight.
In a daring moment I lean in and kiss him on the cheek. It’s a soft, light peck that ends quickly, but - no matter how innocent the caress might have been - it leaves an energy wafting around us. His eyes are as wide as saucers, clearly surprised, but he doesn’t seem appalled by my forwardness. Instead, he looks hesitant, as if he’s trying to figure out what he’s supposed to do or say. I’m not taking a step back after the innocent caress, my mouth remaining an inch away from his skin, as if some unknown force is somehow keeping me there.
Shaking slightly, I move my mouth a few inches sideways, kissing the soft patch of skin on the corner of his mouth. He tastes like rain. I’m so close I can smell his intoxicating, masculine scent and feel his warm breath brushing against my damp skin. The tension between us is almost tangible. Next, Kenshin tilts his head slightly, our noses bumping awkwardly together for a spare moment. I shiver when I feel his lips lightly brushing against mine. And then time stops. Nothing exists anymore, nothing but me and Kenshin, his hand holding mine, his other hand lightly cupping my chin, his thumb caressing my cheek, his sweet lips pressing against mine, a lone tear trickling down my cheek and one fleeting thought crossing my mind … ‘Finally!’ …
We’re tasting and innocently caressing each other with our lips. My stomach is tingling and a warm, heavy feeling is gathering in-between my legs. I take his hand and place it over my breast, indicating that I want more. He’d object, because that’s the way he is, always trying to protect me, even from himself. He’d protest that we shouldn’t, not before we’re wed, refusing to compromise my honour. Kenshin’s always so determined to deem himself unworthy of me, afraid to soil my so-called purity with his dirty past. But I could persuade him. It’d be difficult, but I know I could sway him, eventually.
So, after much talking, I manage to sway him. No, I don’t exactly know how, but this is my fantasy and for now let me just say that I did, full stop, so we can get to the good stuff.
He pulls me close, leans in and presses his lips against mine again. With his tongue, Kenshin gently strokes my upper lip. When I slightly part my lips to grant him access, he starts kissing me, truly kissing me, deeply. It’s a kiss that’s all tongues and lips and feels so good. He’s making love to my mouth, tasting, licking, nipping, stroking the roof of my mouth, sucking on my lower lip, running his tongue gently along mine, flavouring, caressing, devouring. I respond eagerly; our tongues sliding passionately against each other. It’s like he takes all the pent up emotions he’s had locked inside of him for these long years and pours it into the kiss.
My back hits the wall behind me. His fingers reach out and start to untie my gi. I shudder as his fingers graze my stomach. Just the simple touch of Kenshin’s hands against my naked skin makes my body feel like it was on fire. Kenshin’s fumbling with my breast-bindings, trying to get them off, but only manages to slightly loosen the soaked-through, tangled strips of cotton. He reluctantly breaks the kiss, groaning with frustration. I’m about to offer to do it myself when I notice his hand move to his sakabato.
‘Don’t move,’ he says, taking his sword out of its sheath.
His eyes stare into mine, a distinct golden tinge colouring his irises, his gaze predatory. Any other person would probably find his current appearance scary, but I find him simply breathtaking. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, inside and out. He presses the sharp edge of the blade between my breasts. I’m visibly trembling, not out of fright but from arousal. I can feel the cotton ripping under his sword. A second later the bindings fall to the ground, freeing my breasts. The cool air caresses my newly exposed skin and my nipples harden immediately.
I’m unable to keep myself from blushing as I notice an approving, masculine smile form on Kenshin’s lips. He slides his sakabato back in its sheath and steps closer to me. His hand reaches out to caress my breast. I gasp when he touches me and lightly squeezes, caressing me just right. Next he leans in and takes a nipple into his mouth. Oh, gods, yes. I shudder as he rolls his tongue around my nipple, his teeth lightly scraping the tender flesh.
His long fringe caresses my breast, tickling my heated skin. While he starts feasting on my other nipple, one of my hands instinctively reaches for his head and tangles into his hair. I groan with aggravation, wanting his locks unbound and brushing against my oversensitive flesh. I urgently pull the strip of leather out of his hair, releasing it from its bindings, his curious red mane shrouding us both like a silk curtain. I run my hands through his magnificent hair, something I’ve wanted to do for so damn long. It’s so soft, so luxurious. I just want to press my face into it, inhale his scent and drown in the cascade of tresses.
I want to touch him. I want to touch him all over. I try to remove his gi. He releases my breasts so I can slip the garment off his shoulders. His gi drops to the floor and my eyes feast on his beautiful upper body. Unconsciously, my hands are caressing his chest, worshipping their white planes on their own accord. He’s so soft, yet so strong. He snakes his arm around my waist and crushes my body up against his. Our bodies fit so well together, almost as if we were made for each other. My breasts press against his chest and it feels so good I could weep.
‘Kenshin, please,’ I plead, a soft whine against his shoulder. Oh, how much I want him. I want him inside of me, filling me up and fucking me hard and fast against the wall until I’m hoarse from screaming.
With deft fingers he unties my hakama and removes the offending garment. I’m completely naked now, save for my opened gi, hanging aimlessly from my shoulders. His hand moves in-between my legs. I moan as he touches me right there. I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing. He circles the little nub in-between my folds and I purr - yes, I actually purr - when he slides two fingers into me.
‘Oh, gods, Kenshin, please, I need you, I need you so badly,’ I pant as his fingers slide in and out of me.
I whine as he removes his fingers to untie his hakama. I look down to watch him take out his manhood. He’s beautiful, glorious, just like the rest of him.
And then his body is pressing against mine, my back against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hand against the wall for support, my arms around his neck and the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. He starts penetrating me, stretching me. I release a drawn-out moan and arch against him as he smoothly slides into me. It doesn’t hurt, off course not, because it’s Kenshin and Kenshin could never hurt me, not even if he tried.
Our mouths collide in a sloppy kiss; our minds too impassioned to kiss properly. Our bodies, slick from the rain, are sliding against each other heatedly. His chest rubs against my breasts with every thrust, creating delicious friction against my nipples. The rain is still pouring. I hear the raindrops clattering against the surface of the roof above us and the grounds surrounding us. The rain clatter dampens all sound except for our mingled moans and pants, creating the illusion of us being severed from the outside world, that it’s just him and me. I can feel his breath against my neck as he whispers things to me, words of love, affection, ardour. He says he loves me, that he wants to make me his, how fantastic I feel, how badly he’s wanted me for so long … but he also whispers dirty things to me, deliciously naughty things that make me shudder.
My nails dig into his back as his thrusts are speeding up. He fucks me like he craves me so badly he can’t control himself. For once I don’t feel like a clumsy, sweaty, boyish little girl. I’ve never felt more like a woman. His considerate strokes change to him savagely pounding into me. I’m wailing, actually wailing, because it feels so fantastic. Soooo good. My eyes close and my head rolls back against the wall as he fucks me, hard and fast. In and out. In and out...
Yes, Kenshin, oh, godssss. Yes, yes, oh, OH! So good. Yes. OH! OH MY…! I … I … Ooooh! KENSHIN!
…
Wow.
That…
That…
That was …
…
I’m so going to do this again!
*****THE END*****
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Summary: Kaoru discovers the pleasures of having a vivid imagination.
Pairing: Kenshin/Kaoru
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki. I own nothing.
Disclaimer 2: I got the idea for this fic after reading two recent HP-fics by violet_quill, which were really short and really hot. I tend to get rather long-winded when I write fanfiction, even with my one-shots. However, this time I really wanted to try and keep things short and simple, so the ‘Kaoru manipulating her own fantasy’-angle seemed like an ample solution. (Of course, my fic is, again, like three times longer than I was planning. *sigh*. I can’t seem to stay away from writing smut in great detail.)
A/N: This fic is not beta-read, simply because this is my first non-HP-fanfic and I have no connections in the RK-fandom.
Kaoru’s Naughty Little Fantasy
I’m at the dojo, practicing my kata, when suddenly I notice Kenshin standing in the doorway, watching me.
No, no, no, that’s no good.
I’m on my way back to the dojo after an afternoon of teaching.
Yes, that’s better.
So, I’m on my way back to the dojo after an afternoon of teaching. About a kilometre away from reaching home, it starts to rain. I don’t quicken my step, for I more than welcome the coolness the rain provides. It had been a terribly hot, humid day. The sweltering heat combined with the vigorous exercise had made me feel like I was about to burst out of my skin. By now, all I want to do is spend the rest of the day in an ice-cold bath until my skin is as wrinkled as an old lady’s.
Ahead, I suddenly notice someone running in my direction. My wet fringe is partially blocking my vision, so I quickly caress it to the sides. I smile as I recognise the all too familiar red-headed swordsman, hasting towards me, carrying an umbrella.
‘Kaoru-dono, this one really thinks you ought not to be out when it rains like this, you’ll catch a cold,’ Kenshin says when he catches up with me and opens the umbrella, sheltering me from the rain.
I beam at the noble gesture. I don’t even consider pointing out to him that I quite welcome the refreshing downpour. The way he’s always fussing over my well-being makes me feel special.
Kenshin has taken to walking in the rain while sheltering me from it, the umbrella not nearly big enough for two people to use. I’d object to the unfair arrangement, but I know he’d refuse any alterations. Also, I can’t help but deem myself privileged that a magnificent, handsome, wonderful man like him would take the time and effort to take care of someone like me, partly at his own expense even. By the time we reach the front porch of the dojo, Kenshin is as drenched as I am. I’m far from complaining though, for I’m learning that a soaking wet Kenshin truly is a sight to behold.
The fabric of Kenshin’s gi is sticking to him like a second skin, outlining every curve and muscle of his lean upper body. His hair is plastered to his face and several shades darker than when it’s dry. Small raindrops are dripping from the strands’ endings, cascading downwards and connecting with his face and body. I watch a lone raindrop trickling down his neck, following a path down his beautifully sculptured chest and the flawless, creamy-white skin of his stomach, disappearing under the bandages covering his lower belly. My mouth feels rather dry all of the sudden. All I really want to do is retrace that raindrop’s trail with my tongue and lick, suck, nibble and bite every inch of Kenshin’s lean ivory-coloured body.
I look up at his face. His violet eyes are lovingly looking into mine. His eyes are beautiful, I’ve always thought so. Their colour changes with each varied emotion, like they’re a window to his soul. I realise he’s talking to me, possibly saying something important, but I can’t bring myself to pay attention. I’m absorbed by the way his lips move with each uttered syllable. His thin lips look oh-so-soft and I wonder how they’d feel against mine.
He’s finished talking. The expectant look on his face tells me he’s waiting for me to say something, possibly reply to a question. I’m not sure what to say, not even aware of what the question was. Instead I just smile. And then he smiles back, making the butterflies in my belly flutter with delight.
In a daring moment I lean in and kiss him on the cheek. It’s a soft, light peck that ends quickly, but - no matter how innocent the caress might have been - it leaves an energy wafting around us. His eyes are as wide as saucers, clearly surprised, but he doesn’t seem appalled by my forwardness. Instead, he looks hesitant, as if he’s trying to figure out what he’s supposed to do or say. I’m not taking a step back after the innocent caress, my mouth remaining an inch away from his skin, as if some unknown force is somehow keeping me there.
Shaking slightly, I move my mouth a few inches sideways, kissing the soft patch of skin on the corner of his mouth. He tastes like rain. I’m so close I can smell his intoxicating, masculine scent and feel his warm breath brushing against my damp skin. The tension between us is almost tangible. Next, Kenshin tilts his head slightly, our noses bumping awkwardly together for a spare moment. I shiver when I feel his lips lightly brushing against mine. And then time stops. Nothing exists anymore, nothing but me and Kenshin, his hand holding mine, his other hand lightly cupping my chin, his thumb caressing my cheek, his sweet lips pressing against mine, a lone tear trickling down my cheek and one fleeting thought crossing my mind … ‘Finally!’ …
We’re tasting and innocently caressing each other with our lips. My stomach is tingling and a warm, heavy feeling is gathering in-between my legs. I take his hand and place it over my breast, indicating that I want more. He’d object, because that’s the way he is, always trying to protect me, even from himself. He’d protest that we shouldn’t, not before we’re wed, refusing to compromise my honour. Kenshin’s always so determined to deem himself unworthy of me, afraid to soil my so-called purity with his dirty past. But I could persuade him. It’d be difficult, but I know I could sway him, eventually.
So, after much talking, I manage to sway him. No, I don’t exactly know how, but this is my fantasy and for now let me just say that I did, full stop, so we can get to the good stuff.
He pulls me close, leans in and presses his lips against mine again. With his tongue, Kenshin gently strokes my upper lip. When I slightly part my lips to grant him access, he starts kissing me, truly kissing me, deeply. It’s a kiss that’s all tongues and lips and feels so good. He’s making love to my mouth, tasting, licking, nipping, stroking the roof of my mouth, sucking on my lower lip, running his tongue gently along mine, flavouring, caressing, devouring. I respond eagerly; our tongues sliding passionately against each other. It’s like he takes all the pent up emotions he’s had locked inside of him for these long years and pours it into the kiss.
My back hits the wall behind me. His fingers reach out and start to untie my gi. I shudder as his fingers graze my stomach. Just the simple touch of Kenshin’s hands against my naked skin makes my body feel like it was on fire. Kenshin’s fumbling with my breast-bindings, trying to get them off, but only manages to slightly loosen the soaked-through, tangled strips of cotton. He reluctantly breaks the kiss, groaning with frustration. I’m about to offer to do it myself when I notice his hand move to his sakabato.
‘Don’t move,’ he says, taking his sword out of its sheath.
His eyes stare into mine, a distinct golden tinge colouring his irises, his gaze predatory. Any other person would probably find his current appearance scary, but I find him simply breathtaking. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, inside and out. He presses the sharp edge of the blade between my breasts. I’m visibly trembling, not out of fright but from arousal. I can feel the cotton ripping under his sword. A second later the bindings fall to the ground, freeing my breasts. The cool air caresses my newly exposed skin and my nipples harden immediately.
I’m unable to keep myself from blushing as I notice an approving, masculine smile form on Kenshin’s lips. He slides his sakabato back in its sheath and steps closer to me. His hand reaches out to caress my breast. I gasp when he touches me and lightly squeezes, caressing me just right. Next he leans in and takes a nipple into his mouth. Oh, gods, yes. I shudder as he rolls his tongue around my nipple, his teeth lightly scraping the tender flesh.
His long fringe caresses my breast, tickling my heated skin. While he starts feasting on my other nipple, one of my hands instinctively reaches for his head and tangles into his hair. I groan with aggravation, wanting his locks unbound and brushing against my oversensitive flesh. I urgently pull the strip of leather out of his hair, releasing it from its bindings, his curious red mane shrouding us both like a silk curtain. I run my hands through his magnificent hair, something I’ve wanted to do for so damn long. It’s so soft, so luxurious. I just want to press my face into it, inhale his scent and drown in the cascade of tresses.
I want to touch him. I want to touch him all over. I try to remove his gi. He releases my breasts so I can slip the garment off his shoulders. His gi drops to the floor and my eyes feast on his beautiful upper body. Unconsciously, my hands are caressing his chest, worshipping their white planes on their own accord. He’s so soft, yet so strong. He snakes his arm around my waist and crushes my body up against his. Our bodies fit so well together, almost as if we were made for each other. My breasts press against his chest and it feels so good I could weep.
‘Kenshin, please,’ I plead, a soft whine against his shoulder. Oh, how much I want him. I want him inside of me, filling me up and fucking me hard and fast against the wall until I’m hoarse from screaming.
With deft fingers he unties my hakama and removes the offending garment. I’m completely naked now, save for my opened gi, hanging aimlessly from my shoulders. His hand moves in-between my legs. I moan as he touches me right there. I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing. He circles the little nub in-between my folds and I purr - yes, I actually purr - when he slides two fingers into me.
‘Oh, gods, Kenshin, please, I need you, I need you so badly,’ I pant as his fingers slide in and out of me.
I whine as he removes his fingers to untie his hakama. I look down to watch him take out his manhood. He’s beautiful, glorious, just like the rest of him.
And then his body is pressing against mine, my back against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hand against the wall for support, my arms around his neck and the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. He starts penetrating me, stretching me. I release a drawn-out moan and arch against him as he smoothly slides into me. It doesn’t hurt, off course not, because it’s Kenshin and Kenshin could never hurt me, not even if he tried.
Our mouths collide in a sloppy kiss; our minds too impassioned to kiss properly. Our bodies, slick from the rain, are sliding against each other heatedly. His chest rubs against my breasts with every thrust, creating delicious friction against my nipples. The rain is still pouring. I hear the raindrops clattering against the surface of the roof above us and the grounds surrounding us. The rain clatter dampens all sound except for our mingled moans and pants, creating the illusion of us being severed from the outside world, that it’s just him and me. I can feel his breath against my neck as he whispers things to me, words of love, affection, ardour. He says he loves me, that he wants to make me his, how fantastic I feel, how badly he’s wanted me for so long … but he also whispers dirty things to me, deliciously naughty things that make me shudder.
My nails dig into his back as his thrusts are speeding up. He fucks me like he craves me so badly he can’t control himself. For once I don’t feel like a clumsy, sweaty, boyish little girl. I’ve never felt more like a woman. His considerate strokes change to him savagely pounding into me. I’m wailing, actually wailing, because it feels so fantastic. Soooo good. My eyes close and my head rolls back against the wall as he fucks me, hard and fast. In and out. In and out...
Yes, Kenshin, oh, godssss. Yes, yes, oh, OH! So good. Yes. OH! OH MY…! I … I … Ooooh! KENSHIN!
…
Wow.
That…
That…
That was …
…
I’m so going to do this again!
*****THE END*****