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"𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙀𝘼…?" (18+)| GOLDEN KAMUY

ft. Hijikata Toshizou

∗ ˖࣪ ໒꒱ ˚₊· synopsis: You work in a teahouse, which sometimes markets the attendants. And when that old man walked into the store, you couldn't get him out of your head.

･ﾟﾟ･｡　wc: 2.3k + warnings- mdni, nsfw content, petnames, fingering, cunnilingus, f!reader, 18+ characters, age gap (not mentioned the age, but definitely younger than him), It's not exactly faithful to the manga/anime, but maybe it's halfway through the second season.

— ☆ A/N: I can't get this old man out of my head, so I needed to do something like the good old man appreciator that I am.

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You rarely felt that way... That tingling all over your body, your stomach churning and the heat in the middle of your legs, making you rub your thighs and bite your lower lip hard, trying to control yourself. But when it happened, you knew you didn’t make mistakes.

And that older man made you feel it with just a glance.

The way he walked in, his head held high, gray hair shining, posture upright, the swords gracing his back and the way he side-looked at you, sending a shiver down your body. Even surrounded by others, you knew he was the leader. And even though he was old, you knew he was still alive.

You knew you needed that man. You couldn’t let him go without having him, even if it was for a short time.

Lucky for you, the one chosen to serve tea to their room was you, and that was the only time you would have to play your charm. As you poured tea to the group, you noticed the papers on the table- maps. This stated that soon he would leave town. You needed to play well or you wouldn’t get another chance. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he followed your movements, eyes glued to you and a grin tugging on his face.

You couldn’t contain your smile, still pouring the tea, being courteous and throwing your charm at the old man. You left the room more nervous and desirous than before. That old man was messing with you.

Even if you didn’t have problems with the older citizens, you avoided at all costs the old men who frequented the teahouse, as they were married, they were always drunk, and according to the conversations of the other women, they were bad in bed, but they were still customers, they needed to be treated well.

But this old man now showed that he wasn’t like the other old men, displaying that he was still alive and that feeling burning inside you didn’t lie.

You didn’t know how long it took, but your charm game—the collar of the kimono falling over your shoulders, showing off some of your breasts, the shared looks and smiles, and touching his knee as you poured the tea—worked.

It only took that to have his soft lips on yours, his beard tickling your chin, the firm hands grabbing your neck and thigh, making room for him in the middle of your legs. The heated kiss making you dizzy and sigh against his mouth, hands grabbing the green coat, pulling him closer, locking him with your legs, rubbing against his bulge, making him growl.

“Calm down, sweetie... I’m not running away.” He said, pulling back a little to face you, a smile on his lips, one of his hands caressing your thigh and the other holding your chin, his thumb skirting your plump lips.

You smiled roguishly, resting your head on your shoulder and moving a leg up and down the side of his body. “But we don’t have all the time, old man.” He chuckled, hooded eyes hovering over you. You felt goosebumps at that look.

“Smart girl.” He rolled his shoulders, taking off his green coat and removed his black waistcoat, opening the first few buttons of the white button-up shirt, showing off his neck and collarbones with dark lines. “And what does this smart girl want?”

You kneeled in front of him, your hands moving up his thighs and stopping at his belt, eyes shining at him, you said slyly. “I want you.”

He smiled, bringing a hand to your hair tied in a bun and let go, caressing the strands and your cheekbone, dark eyes shining at you. The sight of you kneeling, eyes shining and plump mouth, the kimono untidy and open, showing half of your upper body and thighs together, made him grin wider and his cock tighten in his trousers.

“Good girl.” He pushed you lying on the futon, kneeling in the middle of your legs, and kissed you again. His soft mouth was rough on yours, hot breath against your face as one hand of his moved up the inside of the kimono, playing with your inner thigh, fingers wandering close to your aching, wet pussy. You felt him smile against your mouth, biting your bottom lip as calloused fingers pulled away the wet piece of clothing.

“This wet…” He laughed, running his fingers through your pussy, spreading the liquid. You spread your legs a little and mewl in his ear, hands squeezing his shoulders. He slides two fingers between your lips and climbs up to the nerve, making circles, having you cling to him, head hanging back.

He played for a little longer, fingers running up and down your lips, circling and squeezing the nerve and slipping a finger inside, lingering in and out, making you moan and shudder in his fingers. You whimpered as he removed his fingers, and seeing through half-open eyes, he took both fingers in his mouth, humming as he looked at you.

You closed your eyes tightly, feeling your chest rise and fall heavily, legs trembling, and your throat dry. That old man was driving you crazy. You felt his hands around your legs, pulling you closer, fingers squeezing into your shin as he rested his face on your knee.

“Maybe the smart girl wants more...” You propped yourself up on your elbows and nodded quickly, stunned by the dark eyes shining, his mouth red, expression so teasing.

He lifted your hips, firm hands grabbing your thighs and leaned in, dusting kisses down your belly, and giving an open-mouth kiss to your pussy, making you shudder. His flat tongue licking stripes from bottom to top, sucking your clit and going over again, gulping in your juice.

Your fingers digging in the long, gray strands, rolling against his face, hanging your head back and moaning loudly, toes curling. His hands clamped tightly on your thighs, white marks on your skin in the place he held you.

“Old man...” You breathed, body shuddering, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening as his tongue slid in and out of you, nose buried in your clit, sending shivers down your body while his beard tickled your legs and ass.

He stuck two fingers along his tongue, your gummy wall squeezing and soaking him as he hit that spot that had you arching your back. You shuddered, grabbing his hair, legs locking his head, a weak moan escaping your lips as you cum in his face.

He let you calm down, letting go of his head and hair to give one last suck, making you squirm for sensitivity, and pulled away from your body, saying, “So sweet, smart girl.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, chest heavy and legs wobbly, staring at him — his foggy dark eyes, down his nose glowing, your liquid stuck in his beard. He took off his shirt, showing his body with defined muscles and the strong dark lines- you shivered to see that the lines covered his entire torso. It was scary.

He smiled sheepishly, his fingers taking a while to undo his trousers, playing with you, watching him while biting your lip. When he slid down his trouser and loincloth, releasing his big, thick cock, a throbbing underside vein, and the tip leaking pre-cum, you were sure this old man would fuck you so well.

“Lying down for me, smart girl.” You obeyed, making room for him as he hovered over you, arms around your head, your legs around his waist and his cock weighing on your belly.

Just seeing his cock resting on your belly, your insides twisted in anticipation. That would be so good.

He grabbed the base and rubbed his cock into your wet folds, lubricating his cock, slowly torturing you. You squeezed him with your legs, receiving a giggle as he aligned his cock with your entrance. You closed your eyes as he pushed the tip, the fat head of his cock splitting you in half.

“Too much?” You agreed, biting your mouth and hands on his shoulders. He chuckled softly and pushed it all in slowly, watching you gasp and wince. “It’s all in, sweetie.”

He started calmly, feeling your walls squeeze his cock with each thrust. The feeling of him moving in and out made you roll your eyes. His girth stretched you up so well that you wanted more and more of that old man.

“M-More, old man.” You shuddered as he went deep, his waist slamming against yours.

“Greedy, I see,” He growled and did as asked. He went deep and fast, his heavy balls slapping against your ass and making you moan loudly, swaying on the futon.

“So tight, sweetie.” His voice was quiet, close to your ear as your moans and the wet slick of him moving in and out of you filled the room.

You clung to his shoulders, pulling him closer, moaning loudly in his ear, wincing with each thrust, making you squint. If you weren’t so dumb fucked by the way his cock stretched you, the tip kissing your cervix and that vein rubbing against your tight wall, you’d be teasing him until you got more, but that was already taking you to the edge.

He engulfed one breast, sucking and biting the nipple and the other squeezing the soft flesh, his cock going in and out fast making you see stars with his mouth open, muttering moans and fingers in between the gray strands.

Oh, that old man was much better than any younger person you’ve been with.

“Shit. If you squeeze me so hard, I’ll cum, sweetie...” He grunted against your breast, mouth wet with saliva and sweat on his forehead.

You gasped as you felt his thumb circling your clit, still pushing into you. You felt that knot in your stomach tightening, your toes curling up as you pulled him down with your thighs.

“Cl-close...” He smiled and sped up the movements on your bud and in seconds, your orgasm washed over you, gushing on his cock inside you. Your head falling into the pillow, hair sticking to your face, chest rising and dropping, and legs wobbly.

“Good girl.” He kissed your sweaty forehead. You opened one eye, seeing him with a furrowed brow, biting his mouth to hold back the moans and his waist shaking. “Damn- I’m close.”

You grumbled as he pulled out, the feeling of emptiness filling you instead of his big, thick cock. He rested one hand on the futon and the other masturbated his cock. You pulled him into a kiss, muffling his moan as the hot liquid poured your belly.

His thick ropes are spilling into you for a time, his load so heavy and hot, forming lines on your sweaty skin. You sucked on his lower lip before he pulled away, the gray hair sticking to his forehead, his face in a relaxed expression and glistening with sweat.

The old man was so good and hot that you felt your pussy aching, even though you had just cum for the second time. You chuckled, remembering that the feeling never misses. And here you were, lying underneath the prettiest old man you’ve ever seen, totally relaxed that he had made you cum twice.

“What’s so funny, smart girl?” He glanced at you, putting his clothes back on. You couldn’t help but feel sad.

You sat on your heels, the kimono still open, showing off your body and the marks he painted on it, and helped him put on his waistcoat and fix his hair. “It’s just that I knew you differed from the other old men when you walked in.”

He laughed. “And with that, you had me wrapped around your finger, playing dirty in the tearoom.” You laughed along with him, your arms around his neck, body glued to his back.

“Sure. I knew you would fuck me really well.” You bit his ear and his hand landed on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze.

“A smart girl, indeed.” He said, untangling from your grip and fixed your kimono and hair before standing up.

“Not a goodbye kiss?” You pouted, staring at him still on the floor.

“If I kiss you again, I won’t be able to leave and I need to, smart girl.” You knew it would happen. Unlike the other customers who stuck after they finished, this old man was leaving.

“I’ll see you, at least?” You asked, pinning your hair in a bun again and squeezing the kimono properly.

“I never settle down, sweetie.” He held your chin as soon as you joined him at the door.

“A name or not, mysterious sir?” You knew that evasion was a bad sign. It wasn’t uncommon to see men with guns walking around, but old swordsmen coming and going were something to worry about, and that old man had big plans.

You went down together, entering the chaos of the teahouse again, finding the other old man and the pretty man with scars on his chin standing in the doorway, waiting for him. You watched him join the two of them, swords gracing his broad back and gray hair swaying as he walked, the upright posture of a leader.

“Hijikata Toshizou, smart girl.”

You smiled, watching him walk away from the store. You knew you’d probably never see that man again, but you couldn’t help but wish a second time would happen.

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