~*~Gintama Kink Meme~*~
Just joined in on a Blood+ Kink Meme and I wanted to start one for another series I love. =^_^=
★~GINTAMA KINK MEME NUMBER TWO!~★
1) All requests and replies MUST be anonymous. If you accidentally post logged in, delete that and repost anonymously. If you want to post it elsewhere with your name later, that's fine. But here, anonymous only ( Read more... )
★~GINTAMA KINK MEME NUMBER TWO!~★
1) All requests and replies MUST be anonymous. If you accidentally post logged in, delete that and repost anonymously. If you want to post it elsewhere with your name later, that's fine. But here, anonymous only ( Read more... )
-
"Gin-chaaaaaan, we ran out of sukonbu!" Kagura sighed, falling on top of the sleeping form next to her closet. She looked up at his face, which was hidden partially beneath the blanket. "Gin-chan?" she asked, pulling it back.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she cried as a red sleeping mask with painted eyes stared back at her. She tugged it off, freezing when Okita's unconscious face was revealed to be underneath.
-
In the kitchen, Gintoki bemoaned the lack of sweets in the house, settling for raspberry yogurt which was better than nothing, he reasoned. Closing the refrigerator door, he headed back to his bed.
...Which was currently being occupied. What the hell? he thought to himself quietly, crouching down and trying to get a better view of the intruder. For a brief moment, his heart leapt in his chest, wondering if the giant cockroaches had somehow found a way to re-appear in Edo, since the movements and shapes he saw in the semi-dim light didn't look like anything human. Popping open the lid of his yogurt, he continued to watch quietly, hoping that whatever it was ended up being sanitary enough so that he wouldn't have to end up changing the sheets again so soon.
It was on his third spoonful that he realised he wasn't looking at one figure, but two; and that the top one was poking the other one in the head, possibly in the cheek. He wondered if this was some form of sadistic mating ritual when he heard it - Kagura's giggle: the one that meant something bad was about to happen.
The spoon hung from his mouth loosely as he watched Kagura lean down.
No...N-No way... Is she kissing him?!
-
Okita's breathing was shallow as Kagura leaned close to stare at him, the idea of personal space thrown completely out the window. She continued poking his cheek, annoyed at the lack of reaction from him; chuckling lowly when she decided to grab his hair, intending to pull on it hard. The softness of it surprised her. Sadists aren't supposed to have nice hair, she thought. Slowly, her grip went from tight to loose, fingers running through his hair curiously, wondering if maybe he wasn't really a girl.
Only one way to find out!
-
Oh my god...what is she doing?! A tortured Gintoki sat just out of sight, gripping onto the frame of the hallway entrance for support. Kagura...where did Gin-chan go wrong? Why are you bringing home strange boys to sleep with and molest? Why-
The sound of a zipper being pulled down made Gintoki's blood freeze.
O-Oi! What's that? Why are you pulling down his pants? Can't you check to see if no one is home first? My heart can't take this!
It's going dark...the room is going dark! No, wait...it was dark before. It's just Gin-chan's world that's growing darker.
Help, someone! My darling Kagura-chan has gone astray from the path of morality!
Reply
Hmm. I guess he's a boy after all.
Kagura sighed. For whatever reason, the idea of Okita being a girl had been temporarily appealing: she could have a friend rather than stupid boy Okita as an annoyance. They could do each other's hair...
But no, Okita had to ruin it by going and having a-
What was that?
Kagura stayed silent, waiting for that sound again. The air was tense and still for several moments before she glared. She was sure that noise had come from the body currently lying beneath hers and it had sounded...really un-Okita-ish: sort of like the cross between a cry and that sound Gin-chan made when he went into the bathroom for a long time without any peeing sounds.
Except Gin-chan just sounded like he was taking a really long or painful dump. Okita, on the other hand...
"...mmmm."
There it was. A soft, slow sound that was filled with strain, or maybe a request for something. She leaned back down over him, one hand on the sleeping mat on either side of his shoulders, legs in a similar position.
She wanted to hear it again. There was something about that sound that made her cheeks flush and her heart beat faster. Pressing her ear to his mouth, she waited.
...And waited and waited, for a time that seemed to go on infinitely too long. Sighing again, her body went limp, falling more heavily onto Okita.
The dark eyes widened when she felt his body push up against hers. It wasn't a huge push, and when she looked, it was obvious he was still asleep, a thin trail of drool down the side of his mouth. Hands shaking somewhat, she tried pushing down against him in the same way, body rubbing downward.
"Mmmm..."
It was louder this time - tinged with a silent desperation.
Again, she thought. I want to hear it again.
-
Is...Is she....
Kagura-chaaaaaaaan! Don't have sex with random men!
Wait...is she having sex? No, her pants are still on.
...Good! Good. Way to go, Kagura-chan!
Either you're taking care by not getting pregnant (or infecting yourself with herpes) because you know about dry sex, or...you're just stupid. Either way, you're making Gin-chan very happy right now!
A tearing sound reached his ears and Gintoki looked up as a set of black pants were thrown across the room; leaving Kagura with only her shirt and underwear on.
Were those always velcro?!
Reply
The blankets rustled as Kagura re-situated herself on top of Okita. One hand gently tugged his shirt upward, both of her hands going to his stomach as she began to move against him, the blunt hardness beneath her making her feel awkward; wetness slowly dampening the pink, bunny rabbit underwear she wore.
Okita's brow was furrowed, his head titled back and his neck exposed. Kagura watched, listening to his reactions as her pace sped up.
His neck was a lot whiter than she'd thought; though as her lips attached to the fair skin, sucking in a not fully gentle manner, it turned a dark, claimed shade of red that she found she liked.
-
Eating him? Is she eating him now?!
-
The angle was getting awkward and Okita's hips were starting to move against hers shallowly, almost involuntarily. She could feel the tip pushing between her thighs, seeking out the wetness above.
Raising herself up, Kagura undid the conveniently-placed snaps on the edge of her underwear, throwing them behind her. She pulled down on Okita's boxers and wrapped her hand around his cock, earning her another moan, which turned out to be nothing like the one he emitted when she moved the tip back and forth against where her body wanted it most.
-
...That's it. We're going shopping for new underwear tomorrow.
-
Kagura could barely hear Okita, the sounds of her own moans growing louder and louder. She knew she was doing something perverted, but right now, all she wanted to think about was how good this felt. Is this sex? she wondered. I thought something was supposed to go in something else...
Looking down, Kagura bit into her lower lip. Her body was becoming more and more unsteady. If only she could rest on Okita somehow, or have some way to prop herself up, this wouldn't be as difficult. She thought vaguely of trying to roll him onto his side or even on top of her, but what if he suffocated her? Or worse, woke up?
"...Ah," she gasped. Her eyes went from Okita's face to where her hand grasped at thick flesh, the tip beginning to push its way inside her. Allowing her knees to go slack, she held his cock firmly as it slipped deeper inside: slowly, slowly, the sensation odd and filling. It hurt in a way she wasn't used to, but as she slid all the way down, she felt something else: tears springing quickly to her eyes as she looked at Okita. Stupid, annoying, sadistic Okita with annoying face and stupid voice and...sadism.
What hurt more than the faint stretching of her body acclimating itself to the lock of skin inside skin was the softer feeling in her chest: something more fragile than finding family in the Yorozuya or love from her dad; something more tangible than the companionship of Ane-go. She felt extreme closeness then - to Okita of all people.
Okita, who was still asleep.
-
Gintoki lowered his eyes, one hand to his forehead.
Stupid, he chided gently. That's why you wait for them to be awake.
Reply
Kagura watched Okita's face, one hand sliding up his chest, beneath the white shirt he wore; the other going to the pillow, using it for leverage. The fine brown hair tickled her fingers but she barely felt it.
"...Okita?"
His head moved, the sleepy reaction attuning itself to her voice. She closed the distance between their lips, watching the face beneath her through half-lidded eyes. Okita didn't taste like anything, but he felt nice.
Pushing herself back up, her hands on the space of skin between chest and stomach, she brought herself up and then down, the now-wet cock sliding in and out of her with more ease, each thrust allowing her body to accept him more readily.
Kagura's head was bowed, body moving and silent as she continued to ride Okita, only his moans filling the air.
-
It's Okita?
Gintoki laughed ruefully, turning his gaze away. He should have known from the sleeping mask; though the question of what he was doing there in Gintoki's bed was still a mystery.
A mayonnaise-eating figure flashed through his mind and he sighed, coming to a conclusion he was pretty sure was accurate.
I wish those Shinsengumi bastards would play their sadomasochistic games somewhere else.
-
Warm.
Kagura stilled. Okita was making it wetter inside her in small bursts, his hand fisted into the covers. His face shone with a light film of sweat, teeth clenched before the filling feeling ended.
His hands went loose, mouth opening for a small sigh, his features relaxed and...
Happy, thought Kagura with confusion. Not like that evil look he gets when we fight. Actually happy.
That feeling was back in her chest - the one that made her want to cry. Pushing down on his stomach and ignoring the groan of sleep-ridden surprise, she slid him out, oddly embarrassed when something spilled out of her onto him, dripping in awkward, thin streams down her thighs. She reached one hand to touch the liquid: white and thick and messy. It smelled weird and she wiped it on his boxers before tugging them back up, tossing the blanket haphazardly over him and beginning to look for her clothes before heading to the shower.
-
...Where the hell am I supposed to sleep now?!
Gin eyed the couch, then pushed himself up to lean against the wall.
So much for not changing the sheets, he thought, lumbering over to his sleeping area for the night.
Reply
Okita opened his eyes, dazedly watching the ceiling above him for a few moments. He yawned, sitting up and casting a wary, not-altogether-awake look at his surroundings. This wasn't the Shinsengumi headquarters. So where-
"Sadaharu! Stop eating Shinpachi's head! He needs it! ...Probably."
Oh.
He kicked off the covers, standing up to leave. The sensation of his thighs un-sticking from each other wasn't a new one; pulling his pants away from his body, he looked down at a hazy mess of white.
...
-
"Oi."
Gintoki turned around. Seeing who it was, he waved. "Hey, sleep well?"
"...Fine," said Okita. He glanced around the room: Kagura was leaning against Shinpachi, who seemed to be working on some otaku-esque love sign for his idol. He moved closer to Gintoki. "This might be a weird question, but did we have drunken homo sex last night?"
"What?!"
"Oh, you're awake!" said Kagura, bounding over, umbrella in hand. She stopped before she got too close, her face filled with momentary but noticeable hesitation.
...What's that about? he wondered to himself. Out loud he sighed and asked, "What do you want, China?"
"Nothing," she said. Leaning in, she poked her umbrella at his neck, laughing when he pushed it away. "Hahahahaha! I got you good!"
"What are you talking about, idiot?" he asked, but she had already turned away, signaling for Sadaharu and walking outside.
He turned instead to Gintoki. "Did she draw on my face?"
Gintoki's eyes widened. "...Oh fuck." He brought one hand to his mouth.
"What are you-"
"Huh? It's n-nothing," stammered Gintoki. "You should just go. And be careful of vampires! You know," he continued, leaning in conspiratorially, "they say sometimes that you can't even feel them biting you! And...and that they've started to come out in the middle of the day, even!"
Okita looked at him questioningly, his eyes sharp. "Danaa?" he asked, his voice sweet as the eyes bored into him.
"Just don't go looking in any mirrors for a while," said Gintoki. "Like...maybe a week or two. Or a month, just to be safe!"
Ignoring him, Okita quickly located the bathroom. He looked at his face: all normal. So what was Danaa getting all worked up about? There wasn't anything out of pl-
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Loud, stomping sounds filled the apartment, making Otose swear loudly up at them from the floor beneath to "cut that shit out!"
"What," he asked Gintoki, tugging his jacket away from his neck and pointing at the huge mass of red and blue, "is this."
"Ah...ahaha...hahaha," laughed Gintoki awkwardly. "Remember those vampires I was telling you about? Well, we might have one here in the Yorozuya."
Okita's eyes slid to the table, where inappropriate lyrics were being belted out of a tiny radio. Hand on his sword, his eyes began to glimmer. "It wasn't megane-kun, was it?"
"No! No, no - Shinpachi doesn't swing that way," said Gintoki, adding ...at least, I don't think so, to himself in the privacy of his head.
Okita's face focused back on the silver hair and lifeless eyes. "And you're sure you're not harbouring homo erotic intentions?"
"Yes!" said Gintoki, face going pink. "It was Kagura! Kagura!"
Reply
"...That's not all she did," muttered Gintoki darkly.
Oh. A faint, bitter-tinged smile appeared on his lips briefly before fading away entirely. Well, that explains the stickiness.
Not saying anything more, Okita walked toward to the front, preparing to leave. His mind felt oddly slow, the combination of the shock of what he'd just heard and the still-lingering effects of alcohol from the previous night making it hard to think.
"Danaa," he said, sliding the door open.
"Hmm?"
"Did she 'finish?'" Okita didn't look over his shoulder, missing the uncomfortable shift of eyes behind him.
"What makes you think I know something like that?" he asked, taking a swig from his cup - wishing it were strawberry milk instead of water.
Okita stayed silent.
Gintoki sighed, wondering if he was every going to sneeze or burp or fart - anything to break the consistency of the sighing that seemed to keep happening before he could think about it.
"I don't think so," he answered truthfully. "She seemed so surprised when you did that she left and-"
"Thanks," said Okita, closing the door behind him hard enough to have it bounce a little out of the frame.
"Gin-san, I need some more paint!"
"Okay okay," said Gintoki, placing his glass on the counter and heading for the makeshift art closet Shinpachi had made, burping for the hell of it.
-
Sinking into the warm bath, Okita closed his eyes, placing the familiar red mask onto his face. The water swirled as he situated himself more comfortably, trying to block out all his thoughts.
After half an hour he gave up, rising from the bath and going to towel off, one question still running insistently through his head:
Why didn't she wake me up?
-
"Hey, Okita-kun."
"Danaa," came the cheerful response. "I see you brought the kids with you today."
Kagura "hmph'd!" and Shinpachi rolled his eyes.
"How are...things?" asked Gintoki awkwardly, his gaze shifting obviously between Okita and Kagura a few times.
Okita resisted the urge to shoot him. "Fine," he said. "How are...things with you?" he asked, his gaze shifting from Gintoki to Sadaharu and back a few times.
"Oi, oi-"
"China."
Kagura stopped picking her nose and stepped forward, looking up at Okita. "What do you want, bastard?"
Awkward silence fell between the two.
"Shinpachi," whispered Gintoki from the side of his mouth. "Quick, say something funny to lighten the mood."
"Gin-san," said Shinpachi seriously. "When have I ever said anything funny on purpose?"
"Ah, that's true."
"Don't agree so readily!"
"Come on." Okita reached for her wrist, dragging her along behind him.
Reply
"Let go!" said Kagura, trying to wriggle free, Okita's grip surprisingly firm. "Where are you taking me?"
Okita stopped abruptly, pointing upward at the sign in front of them.
"Love...hotel," Kagura read aloud. "Wait-!"
Okita yanked her in after him, standing at the counter with his request for "a room for two," adding "no, we don't need TV" and "if you wink at me again, I'll slice out one of your eyes."
"Hey! Hey!" said Kagura as the keys jangled in Okita's palm; the hallway dark as they walked through, door creaking open as Okita shoved her inside, locking it behind them.
"Sit," he said, pointing to the bed and letting go of her hand.
"I don't want to," she said, standing.
Knocking the umbrella from her hands, he placed both palms on both her shoulders, forcing her to sit back down on the bed. He looked pissed off and Kagura could feel her defensiveness already kicking in, fist ready in case she found an opening to punch him.
They didn't remain that way long, Okita's hands roughly pushing her down to the bed, telling her to "scoot up" with a cold voice, his knees landing softly on the bed on either side of her.
"You didn't only steal my first kiss," he said, voice emotionless. "You stole my first time doing that away from me."
Kagura stayed silent.
His gaze was watchful. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
Still no answer.
"Did you just do it because I was there? Were you that horny that you had to-"
Okita barely moved as he was slapped; he seemed to be expecting it.
"Would you have done it if it was someone else?" he asked after a few quiet seconds. "If Hijikata was there - would you have done the same thing to him?"
"...No."
"Or is Kondo-san more your type?"
"Ew!"
Okita grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head. "Do you actually like me, China?" he asked, his voice sounding awkward to him; he was pretty sure that wasn't what he had meant to ask or to sound like such a thing actually...mattered.
Kagura's eyes felt hot, her vision beginning to water. For the past week, she'd thought maybe, possibly she could like him. But he hadn't come by at all afterward, and it had hurt more than she wanted to admit.
The tone in his voice, though...was that pain? Kagura couldn't tell. He sounded hurt, but this was Okita. Was he pissed off that it was her that had done that to him? Was he pissed that he wasn't awake to push her away? Jus what the hell was his problem, anyway?
She raised a hand to his cheek, placing it over the faint outline she'd just left.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"I didn't want you to laugh at me," she answered, surprised at her own words. "Bastard," she added as an afterthought.
For the first time in days, Okita smirked. "Why? Were you that bad at it?"
"Shut up!" said Kagura, her expression angry. "If I were bad at it, you wouldn't have left all that white stuff!"
"White stuff?" repeated Okita before his words caught up to him. An earlier conversation with Gintoki played in the back of his mind:
"Did she 'finish?'"
"I don't think so. She seemed so surprised when you did that she left and-"
"That doesn't mean you were any good at it," said Okita aloud.
"I was great at it, asshole!"
Leaning down to whisper against her ear, Okita smiled. "Show me."
Reply
Okita licked at her earlobe, biting down more harshly than necessary, earning a shout of surprise from Kagura. "Show me," he said.
"Now?"
"Yes." Okita rose, climbing over her to lie on his back, his hands behind his head.
"Your hands were to the side," she said, instructing him.
He lowered them, watching as she straddled his hips; frowning when he felt her finger poking his cheek. "...What the fuck are you doing, China."
"This is foreplay! Foreplay!"
Okita sighed. "I have the worst taste in women."
"Shut up!" She leaned down, partly avoiding his gaze as her hands ran through her hair, noting again how soft it was.
"Look at me," said Okita. "Unless you're scared."
Kagura snorted, her features turned into a frown as she tried to remember. Her hands slid down to his trousers, undoing them as she had previously, palming the erection beneath. "...Oh. You weren't like this last time until later," she said.
"Keep going," said Okita, excitement and anticipation mixing in his stomach as he kept his face expressionless.
"Well, but...last time you made a noise," said Kagura, frowning more. "That's why I kept going." She removed her hand. "I'm not doing it without that."
"Noise?"
"Yeah. Like, um... Mmmmm," said Kagura, trying to imitate Okita's moan. "Oh, I know!" she said, leaning back down, pulling his collar away from his neck and sucking on the still-faintly-bruised area of Okita's neck.
He forced his eyes to stay open as his hands strayed to her thighs, squeezing; his hips bucking upwards once, then twice. The sucking, wet force on his neck stopped, Kagura's breathing heavy against his ear. "Yeah...that was the sound," she said.
Her eyes were slightly mischievous as she pushed herself back up, watching him as she tugged her pants off, pulling his shirt upward and rubbing against him; kept blue eyes focused on his when she finally unsnapped her underwear - blue with bullfrogs this time, despite Gintoki's insistent offer to buy new ones - and pulled down his boxers, hand wrapped around as before, tip pointed against her entrance.
Okita couldn't tear his eyes away from her or what she was doing - or the hand on his cock, guiding his tip back and forth against wetness he found himself badly wanting to thrust up inside. Nothing had ever held his attention as much as when she leaned forward, saying his name just once, kissing him; sitting on top of him and sliding herself down - sliding him all the way in and waiting for the pain.
She blinked when she felt none. "It hurt more last time. Did your thing shrink?"
"No, you just got looser," he retorted. His hand gripped the covers beneath him tightly as she began to move, the feeling a hell of a lot better than anything he could remember experiencing.
Reply
"Wh-What are you doing?" she asked, trying to frown up at him and not quite managing it.
He leaned forward, whispering at her to wrap her legs around his waist before kissing her, the palm of his other hand sliding up her stomach to her chest and squeezing. Kagura moaned and Okita bit down on her lip before pulling back. His lower hand continued to rub and slide against the skin just above where their bodies joined, out of time with his thrusts. "I'm making you orgasm."
Kagura made a face. "You mean where they shout things like oh, oh, ohhhhh and yeah baby, right there?"
Rather than answer her, Okita's thumb and index finger rolled and squeezed below, causing Kagura's body to spasm as it moved steadily closer to release.
"I'm almost-" Kagura swore.
Okita licked at her neck, tongue trailing down to her chest, sucking hard on either side until her legs tightened around him, barely allowing him to move; he pulled back to watch her face, contorted with strain as she came, the slickness squeezing around his cock.
That feels good, he thought, forcing himself to wait - watching her closely as her body continued to tremble, finally resting easily against the bed, her pupils dilated when she looked up at him.
He kissed her chest, her collarbone, her neck, her cheeks; beginning to harshen his shallow thrusts inside her when her arms wrapped around his neck. As much as his body wanted to finish inside her, he kept going, kept trying to go deeper, not wanting it to end. Her hands trailed from his neck down his back, touching and tracing. When one hand slid beneath his boxers and squeezed the curve beneath his back, he told her to do it again, and again; until he was close, then closer, thrusting desperately into the squeezing warmth, raising himself up enough to watch her before his eyes closed, body shaking with the pent-up release.
Kagura closed her eyes, feeling the wetness spread inside her and wondering if it made her a bigger pervert than Gin-chan to enjoy something that much.
-
As Kagura stirred from her nap, she blearily gazed up at Okita, who was holding a lighter. A purple candle was just visible on the nightstand next to his head. "How do you feel about wax?" he asked casually.
"I'll shove it up your ass if you try anything," she answered, her voice groggy and unamused. "Fire-end first."
He dropped the lighter onto a nearby table. "Whips?"
"No."
"Handcuffs?"
"...Maybe."
-
Outside the Love Hotel, Okita looked at Kagura, re-adjusting her shirt. "You look messy, China."
"Whose fault is that?!"
"Yours."
She pointed to his neck where the mass of red had turned into a violent and unfortunate shade of navy. "At least I don't look like my head's bursting."
"That's your fault, too."
"The first one wasn't my fault at all!"
"Excuses, excuses."
"Ugh!" said Kagura, exasperated. She opened her umbrella, beginning to walk away. "Why do I even like you?"
Okita, about to follow, stopped. He was glad that she had her back to him - glad that almost no one else was around to see the no-doubt dorky smile on his face. Sure, it was China who was saying this...with her stupid hair and annoying voice and sad lack of masochism.
But...somehow...it made him a little happy.
He reached forward, fingers brushing against hers. "You've got worse taste than I do."
She looked up at him questioningly then faced forward again. One finger slid around his. "That's for sure."
END.
Reply
Reply
Reply
~not so anonymous XD
Reply
First of all, thanks! I'm glad you liked this. It was so much fun to write! And secondly...I don't really want to break the meme's rules but um...do you watch the Gintama comm? If so, I can post it there today with a link. I just don't want to ruin the "mystery" if others don't want to know.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment