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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      刀剣乱舞_|_Touken_Ranbu
  Relationship:
      Higekiri/Saniwa_(Touken_Ranbu), Higekiri/Original_Female_Character(s),
      Higekiri/Female_Saniwa, Higekiri/Reader, Higekiri/You
  Character:
      Higekiri_(Touken_Ranbu), Female_Saniwa_(Touken_Ranbu), Saniwa_(Touken
      Ranbu), Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, Underage_Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Consensual_Sex,
      Consensual, Erotica, Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Light_Angst, Plot_What_Plot/
      Porn_Without_Plot, Porn_With_Plot, Porn_with_Feelings, Sex, Vaginal_Sex,
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Explicit_Consent, Explicit_Language, Adultery,
      Adult_Content, Sexual_Content, Sexual_Tension, Light_Dom/sub, Dom/sub,
      Dom/sub_Undertones
  Series:
      Part 1 of Moon_Phase
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-29 Words: 2230
****** False Sensibilities ******
by Tate_mae
Summary
     "I'm not sure if I wanted you to be gentle with me..."
Notes
     This is a fan-fiction written for latenite.kukki and was inspired
     from her fan-art of Higekiri and her original character.
     Be sure to visit her Instagram page @latenite.kukki for more fan-
     arts. ^^
     I used 'Porn With Plot' tags because I'll probably write more about
     latenite.kukki's OC and her relationships with other sword-boys using
     the plot created through this story.
See the end of the work for more notes
                              FALSE SENSIBILITIES
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Small, lithe fingers dancing on his chest, trimmed nails slightly crumpling his
shirt as her other hand glided across the small of his thigh. Her body warm and
small against his, breasts full and soft on the hard flat of his chest. Their
lips met and his hands reflexively reached up to her thighs to keep her steady
on his lap. Her tongue prodded his lips, causing him to crack a smile before he
parted his mouth and gently biting her bottom lip.
“You’ve planned this I see...”
“No I didn’t...”
Higekiri approvingly hummed, his airy touches ghosting along her naked skin as
he dragged his hand between her inner thighs. The tip of his fingers easily
passing through the hem of her dress, and soon came in contact with trim layer
of meshed lace. She involuntarily opened her mouth, moans sultry and raw when
he slid his thumb up and down, lightly stimulating her swollen nub through the
moist, silken mesh. And before she had enough air to relieve the tension that
bubbled on her throat, he connected their lips once again; lavishing her palate
with salacious kiss, trading his scent with hers. His musky, vanilla undertone
mixed with intoxicating sweetness, with a little hint of flowers and peach;
reminding him of candies and spring.
“Then what...?” he playfully replied, his free hand roamed around her clothed
waist, then to the bottom of her spine, as it slowly disappeared behind her
clothes, slim finger playing with lace lining that framed her hips. Plump lips
ghosting around her jaw, then to her neck, down to one of her clavicles, as he
kept peppering the creamy skin with butterfly kisses.
“I... it was nothing...” she shuddered, small fingers clutching his shoulders
for support once he suddenly retracted his hand away.
“I wonder if we should stop now... since you said it was nothing…”
He casually leaned his body backward, both hands propped on either side of his
body. Sly, amber eyes fixed on her vulnerable figure in undulated interest. Her
lips were slightly ajar, her thighs hot and damp as they clamped on either side
of his leg, warm folds soaked with need, longing eyes clouded with volatile
demand as she willingly indulged in his little tease.
“That’s not what I meant...” she breathily replied, deft fingers fiddled with
the gold buttons of his shirt, as she timidly looked away from him.
“Hmm?” Higekiri tilted his head innocently as he gently trailed his index
finger along the side of her face before he slowly cupped her chin and forced
her to look at him. “What are you trying to say, Aruji?”
“I... I’m just eager to see you...”
Higekiri chuckled, trailing his thumb through the contour of her lips, voice
mellifluous and dangerously sweet, sending delicious shivers straight to her
dripping essence. “You’re eager to see me? Does it mean that you would simply
kiss everyone so long you’re happy to meet them?”
“O-of course not!”
“I’m sure you can give me a better answer...”
He lifted a hand and slowly untying each of her braids, letting the soft,
purplish curls falling gracefully around her face, as if to emphasize the
radiant shades of pink on her cheekbones. Fingers long and slender, hot and
ticklish as they flicked through the buttons of her dress.
“I... I want you to have me…”
“Oh… is that so?” he susurrated, golden eyes wickedly gleamed as they scanned
her feature. She stared back at him, silvery eyes smoldered with lust as she
hesitantly licked her upper lip. Body responsive and open to his ministration,
her dress wrinkled and disheveled, exposing her cleavage and half of her
stomach. “But how much do you want me to have you? You don’t seem that
enthusiastic to me.”
“You’re the one who made me being like this.” Her tone desperate and sultry,
almost pleading, and it earned her a fit of earnest laughter from the man who
seemed far too experienced for her own good.
“I know, but you’re the one who started it, so you should tell me what exactly
do you want?”
She claimed his lips with her own and boldly pushed her tongue in his mouth,
swallowing his staggered breathing and guttural moans as his sharp, little
fangs scraping against her bottom lip, drawing blood from her sensitive flesh.
It was scorching hot and overwhelming, rough and too intense to the point where
it felt impossible to be sated. None of them wanted to stop, as they chased for
dominance, tongues colliding in fervent thirst, untamed desire became more
palpable in each passing second.
“I need you in me…” she broke the kiss, still breathing heavily as she chastely
unbuttoned his shirt, nimble fingers exploring the fine musculature of his
upper body. Her voice heavy and raspy. She was impatient, but he couldn’t help
but to adore her reserve, how she kept following his pace. Like a finely-made
erotic display, she was laid bare before him, his to be explored and savored.
“And then?” he contentedly sighed whilst planting open-mouthed kisses on her
neck. Higekiri gripped her wrists, stopping her from dragging her hands upward
and bringing them to his belt instead. “Come on, Aruji… I’ve made it very easy
for you...”
She gritted her teeth, blood boiling between arousal and irritation, and she
was mentally scolding herself and her tendency to play with the fire. She had
discerned since the beginning that her swords had certain perversions that
would surely arise since they were manifested as human, but being involved with
those perversions never really crossed her mind before. At least not when it
stemmed into so many form of relationships with men who shared similar traits:
domineering, prideful, with sexuality beyond her comprehension.
“I want you to do me hard… and rough…” she swallowed her whimpers, skin melting
into his as soon as he reached down to her hips and forcefully rocked her body
back and forth, inciting a chain of delicious friction down her folds. Her
trembling hands slowly unbuckling his belt, letting the white leather dangled
around his hips as she moved on to the tip of his zipper. “... Fuck me
senseless, until I came undone for you…”
She parted her lips, heavy moans surge through her ajar mouth, her voice was
like music to his ears, trembling and feral with repressed hunger. His hands
travelled further behind the lace lining of her undergarment, causing her to
cling deeper into his embrace. He smiled, leisurely pulling the silken string
down her hips, made certain that his touch lingered in each movement, before
proceeding to each of her thighs, her calves, all the way down to her toes.
“That wasn’t so hard was it?” he chuckled, lips ghosting around her ear, hot
air caressing the side of her neck, as Higekiri’s tone shattered into deep,
guttural moan when she freed his erection from his pants, fingers salaciously
wrapped around him as she guided his girth into her entrance.
“Ah, such a good girl...” red bruises bloomed on where he buried his hands, her
hips stung and her inner walls clenched tighter around him when he suddenly
jerked his hips forward. She bit her lips, feeling her stomach coiled with heat
the moment he began pounding into her, slowly, gently, adjusting himself inside
her warmth that felt so foreign and irresistible. “Now, now, how shall I reward
you?”
The Sage whimpered, simply too bothered to give him an answer. Her platinum
eyes turned darker, conscience and perseverance were long forgotten for all she
could remember was his name, and how excruciatingly slow his movement was. His
golden hues brimming with mischief when he took her hands and brought them to
her back, using one hand to pin her wrists at the bottom of her spine, and the
other to firmly hold her by the hipbone.
“Higekiri, you bastard…?!” she spat out, slightly wincing when he harshly
pulled her wrists down, forcing her to arch her back to him, stripping her off
from all sorts of control. She sharply glared at him, fiery platinum eyes
burned against sly hues of gold, her jaw clenched when he paused with his
ministration.
“That’s not an inappropriate word to say, Aruji… I’m about to please you,
remember?”
He softly pushed his pelvis forward, his taunting smile grew wider when she
shut her eyes all of a sudden. He lightly pushed himself deeper and he couldn’t
help but to chuckle the moment he felt her fingers quivered in his grip
whenever the tip of his arousal brushing past the tender spot around her lower
belly.
“You’re very easy to tell, aren’t you?” he said, littering wet kisses along her
exposed cleavage, carelessly sinking his teeth on her soft mounds  to draw more
of those suggestive whispers from her throat.
Higekiri dug his nails deeper into her waist as her wrists laid limp in his
grip, too weak to even react as he became rougher and faster. She tightened,
stiffened, and contracted around his girth, emitting a muffled, squelching
sound each time he grinded his pelvis against hers. He succumbed into her lair,
chasing his release between her tightening walls, starting to miss his aim due
to aching commotion that swelled between his pubic bones.
“Higekiri, please…” she whispered, so needy and desperate for him. Her whole
body yielded and rippled under his touch, under his manipulation, and she was
so close. So over the edge, as if she could rip and break anytime soon.
“What’s wrong?” he shakily answered, his tone resonated with equal lust and
hunger, albeit it still had its usual slyness and amiability. “Can’t hold it
anymore?”
She weakly nodded, releasing an almost inaudible gasp when he released her
wrists and put his hand on her hip, aligning it with his other hand that had
been marking and clawing her naked skin since minutes ago. He buoyed her on his
lap once she circled her arms around his neck, barely pulling himself out of
her, before bringing her back down and thrusting himself in. She greedily
sucked him deeper, milking every inch of his cock as she convulsed and twitched
around him, consumed by pleasure and overindulgence.
“That was― f-fast―” he stuttered, serrated moans reverberated at the back of
his throat as he kept pummeling his member into her dripping wetness, getting
more and more aroused when he felt her juice dripping between her inner thighs.
His tongue licking, sucking, and tugging at her nipple, before they lazily
proceeded to her open mouth.
It took her less than a minute to release another long, begging sobs as he
stiffened and exploded between her walls, his fluid dripping between her
thighs, damp and warm as it trailed a sticky road past her skin, down to his
lap. Higekiri was breathing heavily, still rolling his hips gently as she kept
milking him till his final tow, his sensuous, sharp gasps vibrated inside her
mouth.
“... And very greedy of you...” he playfully snarled whilst pulling her closer
and laid her head on his shoulder. She sighed, putting her hand flat across his
naked chest and felt his heartbeat drummed across her skin, too exhausted to
respond when his movement receded and he relaxed inside her. Higekiri took one
of her wrists, examined where his hand used to grip, scathing red line marked
her skin like string of fate.
“I wonder what kind of explanations you’ll give when being questioned about
this...” he said, letting his finger ghosting around her neck, her hipline, and
her waist..
“There are plenty of them who are willing to give me a full treatment...” she
crooned, pressing the pads of her finger on the flourishing crimson lines along
the hard plane of his sculpted chest. They will surely leave marks and bruises
as well, she thought, slightly awed by the amount of strength she unconsciously
applied to him during their intercourse.
“Should we have another go at it? I will be gentle this time... that is, if
you’re not asking me to handle you roughly...” he smiled, watching her
snuggling deeper into the crook of his neck, beyond sated and sedated, voice
drifting away into meaningless whispers, her eyelashes tickled his skin.
“I’m not sure if I wanted you to be gentle with me...”
Higekiri’s eyes widened when he peered down to her face. He was expecting it to
be a joke, but when their eyes met, he found her looking at him with expression
he had yet to fathom. He smiled and gently pinched her chin.
“Why?” he shook his head, playfully telling her that it was nothing for her to
worry about. For some times, they remained, as he watched her lids fluttered,
and her breathing turned softer, duller.
“My, my, you really caught me off-guard Aruji...” Higekiri heaved out a sigh,
tone endearing and tender as he ran the tip of his finger on her cheek and
dazedly pondered over her novelty to almost everything.
Good grief.
At times like that, he would like to see her as more than a lady in her
seventeen whose soul was so full of uncertainty. He would let himself think
that her heart wasn’t divided for others. And he would believe that her
responses, her pleas, and her submission were not parts of those false
sensibilities she so easily played and altered.
End Notes
     Once again, special thanks to latenite.kukki for the inspiration.
     Honestly, Higekiri just become one of my ultimate biases and I really
     hope that you feel the same way as me.
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