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Sitting Pretty

Entry #10 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. Link to the fic on AO3.

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Mitsuhide x OC

Word count: 2.2k

Prompts: Somnophilia | Cockwarming

Tohru sketched out the floral pattern of the outfit she was designing, explaining her process aloud for Mitsuhide, who was watching over her shoulder as she sat in his lap. She was showing him the fashion of her time, dresses and rompers and crop tops and skirts-everything she could remember, one by one, in roughly two hour long sessions twice a month.

Right now, they were approaching hour one, which is where Tohru always started to get a bit antsy. Mitsuhide had an arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her pressed against him and unable to fidget, which both helped and hindered her. Tohru’s legs were splayed out around Mitsuhide’s as he sat before the low table, and all she wanted was to be able to close them and give herself some relief.

Mitsuhide noticed her flagging attention, because of course he did. “Is something drawing your attention away?” he chuckled, shifting the slightest bit. Tohru bit her lip around a low noise, legs clenching around his. “I wasn’t aware that you find these sessions less engaging than I do,” Mitsuhide adopted a fake pout to his tone before seamlessly switching to a teasing lilt, “What must I do to encourage you to focus?”

“Don’t you get tired of making the same joke every time?” Tohru complained, unable to keep the whine out of her voice.

“Perhaps if you did not have the same reaction every time, I would be less inclined to point it out,” Mitsuhide traced a nonsensical shape on her bare thigh, trailing tantalizingly close to her core. Tohru took a deep breath to stave off asking for relief. She knew from experience that she wasn’t going to get to come before the full two hours. “Good girl,” Mitsuhide praised, and it was embarrassing, the way she flushed with pride.

“Don’t use my praise kink against me,” she grumbled, resisting the urge to adjust herself. God, she could feel the way she clenched around the cock buried in her at his words. There was no way for her to ever hide anything from him, was there? She shouldn’t have said anything, either, because now Mitsuhide was going to-

“How can I resist when you tighten up so deliciously around me?” Mitsuhide said smugly.

-do that. Grumbling to herself, Tohru bucked down and furiously scribbled out the rest of the design. When did she ever learn? The best course of action was for Tohru to undergo a personality change so she wasn’t an easy target for Mitsuhide, but unfortunately that was impossible. So basically, she had no defense against him, and was in for another hour of torment that she could do nothing about.

Which he started immediately by seemingly absent-mindedly stroking the wrist of her free hand with his thumb. Tohru twitched at the ticklish feeling. Mitsuhide was definitely aiming for her most sensitive spots, trailing his thumb all the way down the length of her forearm before slowly dragging it back up, following the path of her vein. When Mitsuhide asked about her technique for figuring out which pattern worked best with which style, Tohru had to answer on autopilot, too distracted by Mitsuhide’s movements.

And that was pretty much how things went for the next half hour: Mitsuhide would drag his fingers and nails across the areas of her skin that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her center and ask questions that Tohru struggled to answer. It wasn;t until they were in the final half hour stretch that Mitsuhide kicked up his teasing.

Tohru didn’t have the capability to focus on how much time had passed, so she was always caught by surprise when Mitsuhide shifted gears. Today, he had been drawing swirls on her upper chest when he suddenly swept his hand down to palm her breast. Tohru’s drawing hand spasmed, a sharp line cutting through her sketch of a pair of boots.

“Oh dear,” Mitsuhide tutted, “what a shame. It was a wonderful rendition, and I enjoyed imagining you wearing them.” The arm Mitsuhide had around her waist was removed so he could sweep his fingertips up from her thigh to her foot. Tohru held still despite her newfound freedom. Prior knowledge made her aware that it was a test: if Tohru moved in order to seek her own pleasure, Mitsuhide would drag this out even longer. But if she let him do what he wanted and withstood this last stretch, Mitsuhide would reward her by fucking her at the end of the half hour.

Speaking of stretches, enduring this period was always the most difficult part; Mitsuhide’s cock was spearing her perfectly, her walls expanded to accommodate him, her opening forced wide around the base of his shaft. Tohru felt like a rubber band pulled taut, full of tension eager to release.

Mitsuhide kneaded the flesh of her breast, squeezing and releasing her tit like it was a stress ball, his fingernails digging into her skin, while his other hand lightly tickled her heel and arch. Tohru whimpered, her foot twitching in Mitsuhide’s grasp, but she managed not to grind against Mitsuhide’s cock. She had no idea how he managed to remain so calm and unmoving inside her-Tohru herself was in constant, if minimal, movement, tiny little shifts of her hips.

Mitsuhide circled her nipple and whispered right by her ear, “Have I rendered you incapable of speech so soon?”

“Please, touch me,” Tohru begged, knowing as she did so that if he acquiesced, it would just make it harder for her.

Mitsuhide laughed softly, kissing the shell of her ear. “What a bold request from my little mouse. How can I ever deny you.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb across her nipple until it hardened. When the bud had sufficiently stiffened, he took it between two fingers, squeezing and tugging in a maddening rhythm. Tohru moaned and leaned her head back on his shoulder, dropping her writing utensil, unable to force herself to draw.

Mitsuhide brought his other hand up the length of her leg, trailing along her inner thigh until it came to a rest at the edge of her mound, mere centimeters above her clit. “Do you think you can handle more?” he mused, his hand dipping down for just a second to tap at her clit. Tohru jolted, her body tensing at the sudden burst of sensation.

It would be an incredibly bad idea to ask for more. Tohru is so incredibly weak to pleasure, and Mitsuhide knew how to play her like a fiddle. Ten minutes hadn’t even passed. Yes, the smart thing to do would be to decline.

“I can do it,” Tohru said, like an idiot.

“My precious bell flower,” Mitsuhide cooed, “so eager to prove herself.” He obligingly drew his hand down to rub at her clit, matching pace with the fingers on her nipple. Tohru whined, fighting hard not to buck her hips into Mitsuhide’s touch. She arched her back, pressing her chest further into his grip in the hopes that focusing on her breast would get her to stop being so focused on the cock buried to the root inside her, filling her to the brim.

Yeah, fat chance.

Despite most likely being aware of her thought process, Mitsuhide humored her and added the scrape and dig of his nails to his ministrations. Every once in a while, he gave a particularly vicious twist and tug. “I do hope you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew,” he said.

All of that just made it worse. Tohru tightened around Mitsuhide, fighting the urge to squirm. This was a horrible moment to remember the last time he made her come from her nipples alone, especially because that seemed to be his goal this time. Her moans grew more and more high-pitched as she approached her peak until Mitsuhide gave one last harsh tug, pinching her nipple tight between his thumb and index finger as he repeated the motion on her clit and sent her tumbling over.

Stars bursting in her vision, Tohru had just enough presence of mind not to move her hips; instead, her upper torso writhed in Mitsuhide’s hold, hands coming to wrap around his wrist. Tohru panted heavily as she came down from her high, leaning against Mitsuhide for support.

Mitsuhide gently gripped her chin and angled her head so he could lean down and kiss her, soft and sweet, his tongue languidly exploring the cavern of her mouth. Tohru sighed, quickly getting caught up in the slow pace of Mitsuhide’s kiss, the way he lavished attention to every inch of her he could.

Which is why it was such a surprise when he traded the position of his hands: the one that had been playing with her left breast moved down to her clit, and the one slick with her juices went up to her other tit. At the touch of his fingers to her sensitive buds, Tohru whimpered into the kiss, overcome when it turned possessive. Mitsuhide nipped at her bottom lip, pressing his lips firmly against hers, tongue sliding against hers in a passionate fervor.

Despite being a bit sensitive after her orgasm, Tohru easily lost herself in Mitsuhide’s attention. He was gentle with her clit, circling around it and randomly applying light, consistent pressure so as not to overwhelm her. He did not offer the same treatment to her breast. He played with her tit as roughly as he had the other one, though the wetness of his fingertips soothed the way a bit.

Tohru whined, two seconds away from begging Mitsuhide to just fuck her already. She could feel how embarrassingly wet she was, her slick pooling in Mitsuhide’s lap, her wet core soaking Mitsuhide’s cock. She near about sobbed when he collected some of her wetness dripping out the side of her slit, briefly prodding at where his cock stretched her out, to help his fingers slide smoothly across her clit, the slick sounds of him rubbing her just barely audible. The length of him impaled so deep in her felt like a hot brand, radiating scorching heat and hard as iron. Thank god he wasn’t nudging against her g-spot, but it was still agonizing, feeling her flesh constantly parted around him without the friction of movement.

Mitsuhide finally pulled back from kissing her to give her the opportunity to breathe and Tohru wasted no time in crying, “Mitsuhide, please, please, I need you!”

Mitsuhide, in a casual display of cruelty that Tohru had come to expect from him, simply brushed his nose against hers and said, “You’ll give me one more, won’t you? If you continue to be good for me, I might consider it.”

Tohru didn’t want to be good, she wanted to be fucked. One of her hands held onto his left wrist while the other came up to clutch at the back of his neck. She felt like she was fraying apart, and only her connection to Mitsuhide kept her solid and stable. All she could do was babble more pleas and hold on.

To her utter disappointment, Mitsuhide was taking his time this round, winding her up only to back off, slowing down his movements until her next orgasm was in the distance before starting the cycle all over again. Tohru shook with the effort not to roll her hips. She continued to beg and plead for mercy until tears fell from her eyes, but all Mitsuhide did was kiss her cheeks, licking up the salty tracks and offering empty, if sweet sounding platitudes.

Tohru had completely lost track of time, caught in the limbo of her never-ending pleasure. She silently urged time to pass faster, because her only relief would come at the end of the half hour mark. What felt like eons passed before Tohru noticed herself getting close again, only this time Mitsuhide kept stroking her, quickening his pace. “Yes, yes, please!” she shrieked, her limbs tightening in anticipation, stomach muscles contracting as her orgasm drew closer and closer. After a couple more firm, fast passes over her clit, Tohru came, her vision whitening and ears ringing from the intensity.

From far away, Tohru felt Mitsuhide gently work her through it before he moved onto soothing up and down her sides, avoiding driving her past the point of oversensitivity. Tohru rubbed her tear-stained cheeks and eyes as she came down, body twitching with aftershocks, her cunt sporadically squeezing around Mitsuhide’s cock.

“You did well,” Mitsuhide praised, “Even at the height of your orgasm, you managed to remain still.”

Did she really? There was a long moment where Tohru was completely unaware of what was going on, and it wouldn’t have surprised her if she had moved on instinct. It was possible Mitsuhide was lying to appease her. Either way, Torhru would take it-she had no more pride to lose. Two orgasms wasn’t going to stop her from getting what she wanted, not after enduring all that.

“Will you finally fuck me now?” she asked, feeling confident enough to wriggle her hips enticingly. If Mitsuhide changed his mind now, Tohru would just knock him to the ground and ride him.

Mitsuhide laughed and carefully arranged them so that he could lay Tohru down on the blanket spread out behind them, wrapping her legs around his waist as he settled above her. “My darling vixen, I will give you everything you desire,” Mitsuhide promised as he finally, finally moved.

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