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'The fuck is that sound?' was the first thought that came to Bunshichi's mind when he arrived at his apartment. Business was slow tonight and he'd gotten the okay to clock out early from his folks, so he had arrived home an hour earlier than usual, adroitly balancing a carton of beer in one hand and a bag full of snacks and cigarettes in the other-- all purchased at the convenience store along the way.
Still, it was almost eleven at night, so he was trying to be as quiet as possible when he stepped in through the front door. The lights were all off, so he couldn't really see much, and he merely assumed that his houseguest, Yuffie, was conked out on the couch in the living room, as per usual.
But there were those weird, faint sounds coming from his bedroom. Sounds that were oddly familiar to someone as perverted as himself...
'Wait-- that's a chick's moans!' he realized, after dumping the "groceries" on the cluttered kitchen counter and stuffing the beers into the fridge. 'I coulda sworn I turned off that tittyfuck porn flick on my computer before I left for work earlier...' He frowned. 'Fuckin' lazy ass Yuffie! She didn't even bother turnin' that shit off.'
Annoyed, he silently made his way over to his bedroom door, which he soon discovered was open a crack-- just enough for him to peer inside and, since the lamp on the nightstand was on, he could clearly see Yuffie laid down on his bed and on her side facing the door, though her eyes were screwed shut in deep focus, with one hand buried between her thighs and the other squeezing at her own tit underneath her top, and moaning wantonly from her own ministrations.
Wide-eyed, Bunshichi was completely shocked at the sight, and though he remained silent and hadn't announced his presence yet, all he could think was, 'WHAT THE FUCK?!'
Still, it was almost eleven at night, so he was trying to be as quiet as possible when he stepped in through the front door. The lights were all off, so he couldn't really see much, and he merely assumed that his houseguest, Yuffie, was conked out on the couch in the living room, as per usual.
But there were those weird, faint sounds coming from his bedroom. Sounds that were oddly familiar to someone as perverted as himself...
'Wait-- that's a chick's moans!' he realized, after dumping the "groceries" on the cluttered kitchen counter and stuffing the beers into the fridge. 'I coulda sworn I turned off that tittyfuck porn flick on my computer before I left for work earlier...' He frowned. 'Fuckin' lazy ass Yuffie! She didn't even bother turnin' that shit off.'
Annoyed, he silently made his way over to his bedroom door, which he soon discovered was open a crack-- just enough for him to peer inside and, since the lamp on the nightstand was on, he could clearly see Yuffie laid down on his bed and on her side facing the door, though her eyes were screwed shut in deep focus, with one hand buried between her thighs and the other squeezing at her own tit underneath her top, and moaning wantonly from her own ministrations.
Wide-eyed, Bunshichi was completely shocked at the sight, and though he remained silent and hadn't announced his presence yet, all he could think was, 'WHAT THE FUCK?!'
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Being in his space and fingering herself felt scandalous in a way that made her more excited than she had been in a long time. With her eyes closed tight, she imagined it was his cock deep within her instead of her thin fingers curling into her insides. She imagined it was his larger and rougher thumb rubbing circles against her clit instead of her smaller one. The faster she rubbed, the easier it was to imagine it was him doing it. And as she groped at her breast, sliding up her tank top enough to reveal the nipple to the open air, she gasped loudly as she felt her nipple harden.
Bunshichi could have this, have her like this, she thought. All he had to do was stop being so fucking stupid. He took care of her, yeah, but that didn't mean that they couldn't have this. He wasn't there with her though, she thought. She was all alone, recklessly fucking herself toward cumming on his sheets.
"Bunsh-" His name got caught up in her throat as she moaned, toes curling against the blankets. She wanted him more than anything else, and thinking of him made her whine his name in need as she worked herself over hard enough that she took herself by surprise when she made herself cum.
Her chest rose and fell as she panted, and a blissful smile came over her face. Her hand reached down to touch at the wetness on his bed, and she felt pride in knowing that it would be there when he came home. He'd likely sleep on it and wonder, but probably wouldn't be brave enough to confront her about it. The thought of it aroused and excited her all over again, and with another desperate call of his name she began rubbing at her clit and harshly grabbing at her tit once again.
"Oh," she gasped, hips bucking. "Fuck me, Bunshichi!"
She was so caught up in herself and her fantasy that she had no idea that she was being watched.
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No, it wasn't stupidity, but conflicting emotions towards someone he'd viewed as a little sister for so long. Yuffie might have blossomed into a breathtaking young beauty, but Bunshichi could still remember the scrawny loud tomboy who liked to play ninja vs. oppressive feudal lord (naturally he always played the role of the latter, and would always be the one overthrown by the Great Ninja Yuffie).
But damn. He had never heard her make such erotic sounds before, and it was seriously turning him on. Those breathy moans and whines and desirous whimpers were almost jarring when compared to the sounds she usually made, like her goofy 'nyuk, nyuk, nyuk' laughter...
His heart skipped a beat, though, when he heard her call out his name. She was fantasizing about him! Him, perverted 'old man' Tawara, whose shitty luck with women was almost as well-known as his strength. And the longer he listened to Yuffie finger-fuck herself, all the while knowing that he was the object of her lust, the stronger his desire for her grew, until he could no longer bear it. He had made up his mind. He resolved to give Yuffie exactly what she wanted and fuck the shit out of her... maybe.
Bunshichi realized he was trapped in a thoroughly awkward situation, and since he was terrible at showing his true feelings, being a real man and staunchly refusing to act like what he deemed to be a pussy, he decided the best course of action was to throw caution to the wind and enter the bedroom while she was in the throes of passion, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his well-worn jeans.
"Looks like you could use an extra hand," he said just as casually, in a misguided attempt to seem suave and cool.
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"I guess you'll do," she teased him, being a brat about this because she didn't know how to be anything else with him.
She waited a total of two seconds before rolling her eyes, head lulling back as she touched herself in a way that made her have chills. "Get in bed already, would you? Stop making me wait!"
She had waited long enough for him to catch on to what she wanted and to act on it, and was impatient to see what he was willing to do. A part of her wondered if he had been watching for long, if he had heard her use his name. He must have, to be so calm and confident about this. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she thought about it, and it only made her hand move faster, her hips bucking roughly as she imagined things escalating so quickly that he fucked her until they were both exhausted.
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It was fortunate for Yuffie that Bunshichi was just as shameless as she was, since he didn't hesitate to sit right beside her, reaching over to seize the hand between her legs -- stopping her masturbation in the process -- and then bringing it close to his face, close enough that he could see that her fingers were literally glistening with her pussy juices.
"You're too fuckin' impatient," he scolded her, bringing his mouth to her dainty wrist and kissing it tenderly in an uncharacteristically affectionate gesture. His lips brushed against her knuckles, then moved up to her fingertips, parting and closing around her index finger. Being a heavy smoker, he naturally had a strong oral fixation, and so it was unsurprising how he indulged in it as he sucked and licked at the digit, savoring the sweet wetness that coated it.
With the taste of Yuffie's underage cunt on his lips, he wanted to share it with her, and so he pulled her forefinger out of his mouth, only to dip his head towards her and press his lips against her own, kissing her for the very first time.
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So when he kissed her, she eagerly returned the gesture, her hand coming up to cup his cheek in order to keep him in place. She parted her lips for him, moaning at the feel of their tongues meeting. She could get lost in this, she thought, and she nearly did, up until she had to break the kiss in order to catch a breath of air.
His name was murmured as she guided him to move atop her. One of her hands rubbed at his arm, encouraging him, while her other went to try and undo his jeans.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted you to fuck me."