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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?!'

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She didn't realize he would be home early. He usually late, and Yuffie was sick of waiting for him to pick up on all her hints. It wasn't like they weren't both aware of the fact they were majorly attracted to one another. The longer the tension between them went on, the more she needed to get off. She started quietly at night on the couch, then worked her way up to doing it in the shower with him in the next room. Now she had given in and was touching herself in his bed, so she could at least have the scent of him and pretend he was there with her. Figuring he only saw her as a kid he had to take care of and she didn't stand a chance, despite the attraction, she thought this was the best way to get close to him.

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.