lounging back against the couch, his thick thighs spread wide, he allows a lazy smirk to tickle his lips and draw them upwards. “Don’t let your eyes get bigger than your stomach, little girl.” he warns in a soft, cooing rumble. his big, powerful hands cup the flare of your hips, rubbing upwards against your waist before careening downward. he applies very little pressure, but it’s enough to push your clothed core flush against the wide trunk of his cock. he allows you to perch right on the base, as if you were riding a pony. of course, it’s no secret that just making out with Sen had drenched your core, and the damp patch of cotton rubs against the solid sex. “You need a little practice before you can take it.”

what’s worse than the embarrassment of having him point out the fact that you weren’t ready to take something that big was that you knew he was right. but god, you wanted to. one of your hands gently caresses the thick, heavily veined muscle, silky strokes of your fingertips against the warmth of his hard-on. you want to know what it feels like to be fucked by him; the sensation of the engorged, pink tip you were enamored with plundering your most delicate regions. you shift your weight, leaning forward, and you press more of your weight down against the base. Sen lets out a soft hum, as if amused by your test of his dexterity, his fingers curled tightly around your waist. they’re nearly interlaced. you were like a toy in his arms, whilst you stared down at the herculean tool between his legs.

“Will you help me?” you ask, unable to tear your stare away from his dick. it has a subtle throb, and seems to twitch when you speak, as if the shyness in your voice was enough to make his loins stir with desire. arousal blooms within you at the thought— did he get hard whenever you so much as spoke to him? it brought up several questions: was it only your voice? or did he get hard whenever he could smell you? whenever you were close enough for him to smell your sweet perfume? “P—practice, I mean…?”

Sen chuckles, sitting up higher, his palms pressing against your skin to hold you firmly in place, and he leans forward, his massive chest pressing against your back. the tips of his long, unruly hair— undone from the usual ponytail, tickles your shoulder as they kiss your bare skin, and he nuzzles his nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling. “Sure I will, baby girl. In good time, I’ll make sure you can take every fucking inch. For right now, though…” his voice is a husky whisper that trails off, one of his hands grabbing your free one, guiding it to the neglected side of his cock, “why don’t you just play with it a little? Get used to handling me, baby.”

your breath is heavy, your hands are shaking and you’re not entirely sure why. at first, you admire the sheer girth, taking a mental picture of your fist looking almost too small as you try to grasp it. the tips of your fingers don’t meet your thumb, and the one you’d been using to tease the head slides down, instead, to hold him with both hands. with both of your hands securing a grip at the base, the length is painfully apparent. in this position, with you sat on Sen’s lap, his cock ( if pressed against the side of one of your legs ) could almost reach your knee. you have to swallow around a hard lump forming in your throat the more you fondled him, growing more and more anxious to see just what kind of decimation he could leave your pussy in. “Y—you’re so… big.” you whisper in bemusement, but Sen is grunting softly when you give a little squeeze. “I— I can’t even wrap my hand around it!”

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” he starts to slip back into his relaxed state. “There’s no rush, don’t overwhelm yourself.” he encourages, tilting his head back. the ghost of his smirk is still present on his lips, but his eyes are closing as your curious fingers begin to trace the throbbing veins. “Feel me out, baby girl.” he exhales heavily through his nose, and you attempt a clumsy, stroking motion. it’s not the most graceful, and difficult from this position looming over him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “Those soft, sweet hands of yours—“ Sen has to stifle a rumbling purr, allowing his hips to buck forward. you sway on his lap, biting down on your lip, but the delicate fingertips on both hands race towards the tip, thumbs massaging the tender underside of the tip in circles, teasing his resolve.

“Fuck.” he hisses behind his teeth, before letting out a breathless laugh. it’s hoarse and almost sounds… desperate? “You like playing with me, baby girl?” his grip on your wrist isn’t tight, but he guides your hand, his fingers pressing yours against his slit, and you let out a soft, happy whimper as pearls of warm, precum bead up between them, leaving a sticky sheen against them. you can’t help but nod, but the words ( even the most simple of affirmations ) escape you in this moment, you’re too dazzled by the display laid out before you. you press the soft pads of your pointer and middle fingers against the slit and stroke it slowly, until Sen is growling with hardly-subdued delight. his free hand creeps up the length of your back, fingers tangling in your tresses to pull your head back towards him.

It’s not often you get to see Sen, but when you do you make sure you spend your time with her like it’ll be your last. 

Sen’s relentless pursuit of death was something you don’t entirely want to entertain, and you certainly don’t want to be the one to give it to her. 

You care about her. Maybe even love her…

You moan drunkenly as she ruts her pussy against your overeager tongue, smearing her creamy essence onto your tastebuds, your nose tickling her clit. 

You lay there uselessly and let her use your mouth for her pleasure, her rhythm going from controlled to fast and desperate, edging herself before growing greedy and chasing her release.

Her hands grope her breasts and her own throat, gripping them tightly. 

Soon, she cums, her eyes rolling back as she strangles herself breathless, amplifying her orgasm.

Sen catches herself on the headboard before she could crash, panting, and your sweetly rub her hips, thumbing some of scars on her skin. 

'I wonder why he was in such a rush... Maybe because he wasn't expecting such a sudden call from Mr. Nogi yesterday... He did mess up pretty badly the last time, he slept in on one of his matches, making him lose by 'Default forfeiting.'... That damn Hatsumi.' You thought as the doors opened, you stepped in, pressing the N button on the panel. You felt the elevator vibrating as your stomach and brain slightly swayed. You sighed as you looked down at the bento box.

It was white with big hearts all over it, and you smiled fondly at it. 'Oh, Hatsumi... You big romantic dork.' You thought as the elevator stopped and you stepped off as soon as the doors opened, you walked down the hall, seeing another receptionist at the end of the hall. He smiled at you as he pressed a button and you smiled back as you pushed open the doors, the bright light made you squint some but it didn't take long for you to adjust, the sound of talking and grunting could be heard and you blinked away the brightness as your eyes focused in on the situation.

At the desk stood Nogi, he didn't look too good as he held his throat, hunched over, to his right there were two peoples one of whom you recognized as Akiyama Kaede, but the frail-looking old man you didn't, they seemed to be staring at something, you looked over and you sighed. Sen seemed to be in some kind of dodge fest as he moved with ease out of the way of a young man's hits. He looked angry... 'No doubt it was something Hatsumi said.' You thought with an eye roll.

You stepped in, letting the door close behind you quietly as you placed your hands on your hips. "Hatsumi Sen, what in the world do you call yourself doing?" You scolded. Akiyama, the man, and Nogi all looked over at you. "What?" The older man said, a confused look on his face. Akiyama gave a small smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Sen, it's been a while." She said. The man looked over at her. "Mrs. Sen... so does that mean?..." He asked as he looked back over at you. "That's right, she's Sen Hatsumi's wife." Nogi said as he rubbed his throat. The older man looked over at you in shock. "A wife?... I would've never guessed that he would even be married." He said.

You ignored them, your glare locked on Sen. He looked over at you as he continued to dodge the young man's hits. "OH!! HEY BABE!! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE!?" He said, his eyes gleaming in excitement. You kept your glare as you held up the bento box, he smiled when he saw it. "Oh!! I forgot my bento again huh? What would I do wi-" He cut off when your glare hardened and he gave a nervous chuckle. He dodged another hit from the young man as he zoomed next to you, a sheepish smile on his face as he stood next to you. You turned towards him, your glare still remaining.

"Ummm... I love you." He said timidly. You reached up, your fingers pinching his ear as you pulled him down to your height. "OWW!! BABE!!" He complained. "Shut it!! I don't know what's going on, or why you're over here picking a fight with this young man, but whatever the case may be, grow up." You scolded. He winced as he grabbed your wrist lightly, a small smile on his face. "I was protecting Mr. Nogi, the kid had him by the throat and I had to save him, ya know?" He explained. You stared down at him a little longer before you shot your glare over at Nogi.

He gave a slight sweat drop as he eyed you nervously. 'Way to go, Sen, you just had to rope me into your mess.' He thought. "It's true... Ohma here wasn't happy with my decision so he took it upon himself to attack me out of spite... Sen was just doing his job was all." He explained. You stared at him for a moment before you looked over at the young man named 'Ohma', seeing his displeased glare and you sighed as you let Sen's ear go. He stood up straight with a relieved sigh. "WHOO!! THANKS BOSS MAN!! YOU'RE A LIFESAVER!!" He shouted happily as he gave Nogi a thumbs up. Nogi gave him an annoyed stare in return.

You shook your head as you placed his bento box down on the table in the center of the room, you looked back up to speak with Sen but he was already gone, you looked around and you seen him standing next to the older man and Akiyama. "I overslept 9 times, skipped out 4 times, and twice it slipped my mind, for a total of 15 loses." He explained as he wrapped his arm around Akiyama giving her a hug. "I'm so happy Kaede, I didn't know you were this interested in me." He said. She struggled against him as she shot her complaints. "Do you know what the Nogi's group has gone through, no thanks to you?" She said. "Are you busy after this?" He asked.

A shoe came flying at them, hitting him square in the face, making everyone near him jump back in shock. "A- a shoe?... But where did that come from?" The older man asked. They all looked at the shoe before they looked over at you. Your glare returned full force as you glared at Sen. He gave a chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head. "Oh right... married." He said. Akiyama rolled her eyes and the older man stared at him in shock. Your nostrils flared as you pulled off your other shoe, and threw it at him, he ducked in time as the shoe flew over his head. "Damn babe, nice throw." He said as he gave you a thumbs up. "HEY!!" Came a loud growl-like yell. You all looked over at Ohma. "Uh oh, was I screwing around a bit too much?" Sen said.

You all stared at Ohma, seeing him turning a pale red, veins building from his arms and face as he body seemed to vibrate. "Did I make you wanna kill me?" Sen said, you looked over at him, your glare dying down to a look of concern. "Hatsumi... You shouldn't be provoking him right now... I don't think he's playing around." You said. He smirk, as he stepped away from Akiyama and the older man, ready for the challenge. "Don't worry about it babe, I got this." He said. Ohma glared up at him, as he snarled. Hatsumi walked forward. "Alright well, you asked for it, don't get mad if you end up dead." He said.

You stepped forward, intercepting him as you stood in front of him. "Hatsumi, I think that's enough..." You said. He didn't look down at you, his eyes focused on Ohma. "You can say that all day, but he's still going to attack... You might wanna move, I think he's about to pounce." He said, before you could look around, the sound of an angry grunt sounded, and your shoulders were grabbed, as you were moved out of the way, you fell back over the back of the small couch and you landed on the cushion. "Oof!!" You grunted. You opened your eyes, seeing Akiyama and the older man standing over you. "Are alright, Mrs. Sen?" He asked as he tried to help you up, you sat up with his help, sitting backward on the couch as you watched the fight take a more serious turn...By the time you had corrected yourself, Sen and Ohma had backed away from each other. "Well, whatever, I'm quite confident in my own speed as well. Shall we go at it then? A speed comparison?" Sen asked as he stood casually, but it went unanswered as Ohma charged in.

"HATSUMI LOOK OUT!!" You shouted in worry as you leaned on the back of the couch. But you went ignored as they blocked each other's hits, circling around the room as they moved like blurs. It came to a stop after Ohma threw a kick and they stepped back from each other. "Hmm, so you're able to control the flow of power... You're using, the Niko style." He said. Your brow twitched at the name, having heard of the name before from Sen. "The Niko style?" Nogi asked, his question went ignored as Sen continued to speak. "Except that's a little strange, I thought they said that the Niko style died off after the first generation." He said, his brain running through the information that he's been told over the years.

Ohma didn't seem to take it lightly that Sen even knew of the name Niko, as he dashed forward toward Sen, his hand grabbing Sen's neck as he pushed him toward the wall. "HATSUMI!!" You screamed as you jumped over the couch, the older man reached for you but he missed as he fell on the couch. You ran towards them, your hands grabbing Ohma's arm as you pulled on it. 'He's so hot, it's like his blood is boiling.' You thought as you yanked on his arm, trying to get him off of Sen. But your efforts went ignored as they spoke.

"DON'T YOU DARE EVER SPEAK OF NIKO AGAIN!!" Ohma shouted as he put more pressure on Sen's throat. "NO!!" You yelled as your squeezed your way in between them, your back against Sen's chest as you pushed on Ohma's. "GET OFF OF HIM!!" You shouted. "Did I strike a nerve by bringing up that subject?" Sen asked in a teasing voice. You were suddenly eased aside by Sen's arm, as he pushed back against Ohma, a glare in his eyes as he stared back at him. "But you know... You're getting ahead of yourself, little brat." He said, his demeanor getting serious. You stepped to the side as you stared on, helpless.

It all came to an end when Nogi suddenly spoke up. "ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!!" He shouted, making everyone jump as they all looked over at him. "Ohma, this matter is already settled, The Nogi's group representative competitor for the tournament will be, Sen Hatsumi." He spoke as he fixed his tie. Everyone stared on, silent as they waited, Ohma's body seemed to relax and his skin went back to normal as he let go of Sen as he looked over at Nogi calmly. "Alright I understand, then why don't I finish things right no-" He was cut off when Nogi spoke once more. "HOWEVER!!" Nogi shouted over Ohma, making him quiet down. Everyone looked over at him while you walked up to Sen, your hands checking his neck as you rubbed his shoulder. He smiled down at you as he gave you a thumbs up and you relaxed.

"I have no problem with you securing your entry into the tournament , through your own efforts." Nogi said. Everyone looked at him in question. "Confused? Well, in all honesty, this plan does require the cooperation of a certain kind of person." He said through a chuckle. He looked over at the older man. "Yamashita, come here." He ordered. You all looked over at the older man in question. "Me?... Sure" He asked as he pointed at himself, his mind seeing like he was still processing everything as he slowly walked over to Nogi. Once in front of him, Nogi chuckled as he placed a hand on his shoulder. "I think you should become an employee for, the Kengan association." He said as he gave him a thumbs up.

Everyone stayed quiet as they all watched Yamashita grow more and more nervous as the reality of it all sat in. Akiyama walked up to voice her complaints. "What? Hold on, what are you talking about chairman? He couldn't possibly be a Kengan employee." She said. Nogi looked over at her, a knowing smile on his face. "Oh Akiyama, you still have so much to learn. If you think about it, in business there are outs everywhere you look. Becoming a Kengan association employee is essentially proof of being a first-class businessman... For that reason, everyone and their sister wants to desperately take a stab at becoming a member. Under the authority of the Kengan association, there are often unofficial matches, held by members with their memberships on the line. Their aim is to collect the required challenge fees." He explained.

Yamashita looked on in fear as he asked nervously. "Unoffical?" Nogi leaned back on his desk as he got comfortable, continuing to explain it all to Yamashita. "They're called 'unoffical', but the referee is provided by the Kengan association. In essence, it's a Kengan association challenge match. Oh, and by the way, the challenge fee is 100,000,000 yen." He said. Yamashita looked on in shock as he couldn't believe the price, hell even you couldn't believe it, but you could careless as you walked over to where you threw your shoes earlier, picking them up as you placed them back on, before you walked over back to Sen, he smiled at you as you leaned on your toes, your hand on his chest to keep you from falling as you placed a kiss on his cheek. He placed a hand on the small of your back as you pulled back. You wagged your finger at him as you glared.

You know she’s not in the bed besides you as soon as you wake. It’s not the temperature that alerts you. After all, her side is always cold as the grave, just like her. No- it’s the weight of the bed that’s different, the mattress pressing around you instead of shifting towards her, and the blankets pushed off to the side when she got out of bed.

You find Sen sitting on the window ledge in the kitchen, tiles cold under your feet. You’re cold too- the air is chilly on your skin now out from under the comfort of your blankets. It’s almost pitch black in the rkkm and you just faintly see her silhouette, a dark void in front of the moonlight outside. She’s nearly motionless but she acknowledges your approach with a slight turn of her head towards you. You breathe together, quietly. Her breath comes out slower, more labored. After a pause, she speaks.

“I don’t think I can stay here much longer.”

“You’ve made up your mind?”

She sighs, a deep, rattling thing. “You know I have. I can’t hold on longer for you. I’ve been trying. It’s not working.”

Her faint outline against the moonlight feels more akin to a ghost than a person sitting in front of you. You guess it’s only fitting.

“Sen, I know it feels hopeless, I know that. But listen, we haven’t been searching for that long. I think there’s a cure out there for you, something that will alleviate your suffering and bring you back to-“

She cuts you off. “Bring me back to you? Back to life? I wish I could be with you. You know that. I’ve been trying and trying. And when I tell you it isn’t possible, it feels like you don’t hear me. Like you’re choosing to not hear me. You need to let me go.”

Your breath catches a little as your throat tightens. "Sen. Sen, I'll give you whatever I can. Whatever you need from me. Stay here. Stay with me. We'll figure it out".

She laughs at that, sharp and jagged. It cuts into you. "What I need from you is your blessing. Your acceptance that the person you know is already gone." She softens a little, and you can hear the rustle of her against the windowsill as she shifts towards you. "You've fallen in love with a ghost. It wasn't meant to be."

You stumble towards her in the dark, kneeling in front of her.

"God, Sen. You told me we shouldn't get to know each other when we met. But aren't you glad we've had this time together? Don't you want more of it? There's so much we haven't done together, so much I don't know... If it's about hope? I'll have enough hope for the both of us." You scoff dryly. "All the sins in the world and the one I got was greed. I want you. I want more time with you, more memories, more opportunities to find out how to fix this". Your hand reaches out to hold her cold hand in yours, fingers running over the delicate line of stitches.

What you don't say is that she's the only one you have. That if she leaves, you'll be alone. Alone again, always betrayed, always left behind, never worthy of being fought for. With her, there's something that you've never felt before. Serenity frozen, isolated from the world. Insulated from each of your problems. A place, deep in the earth where you can hibernate, together. A grave, perhaps. Away from time.

Her hand slips out of yours. "Don't do this to me," she whispers. "I've been brought here against my will. When is it going to be about what I want, for myself? I can't. I can't sacrifice myself for them, for you. I don't want to. Help me find a way to end this. To let me rest in peace like I want to. Don't you know? I've experienced it. Peace, at the end of it all. The stillness and richness of soil, of stone. That's what I want."

You hate yourself for saying it, but you say it anyways. Mutter it, in spite of yourself. "My peace is you, Sen. How can I have that without you?

There's a note of finality to her voice. "I guess you just can't understand. It's not something for you to know. It's my journey to go on, and you can choose to accompany me or not."

You've known that she felt this way. Couldn't stop yourself from trying to convince her one last time. You nod. "Whatever you'll give me. Whatever time we have left together."

You rest at her feet for a moment, leaning against her knee. She places her hand at the nape of your neck, gently carding through the strands of hair. You sit there together, quietly.

Your head nodding sleepily and resting heavily against her leg causes her to pause. "Come back to bed. We'll start looking again in the morning."

You follow her upstairs. You'll follow her until you can't any more. Until she goes to a place you can't reach.

It only meant to be a honest study session.

Class 1-B had decided to host a study session on the weekend, which you had reluctantly agreed to go to. You expected everyone to goof off occasionally but the whole time there wasn’t much studying. It had started with everyone actually focused on studying then somehow the history questions turned into personal questions. You couldn’t say you didn’t have a good time though, you loved to bond with your classmates.

But soon enough it had gotten dark, and when it got dark people got tired. Everyone was trickling out of the home one by one. Kaibara was nice enough to offer to walk you home. You weren’t about to deny being walked home by your boyfriend at night. You weren’t crazy, you knew you were strong but you would prefer the feeling of being safe.

“Did you wanna come in for a bit?” You asked as you opened the door to your home, he nodded and stepped in. You both kicked off your shoes and headed straight upstairs to your room.

As soon as he walked into your room, you shut the door. It was already quiet in the house so you didn’t want your talking to echo through the house and disrupt whoever came home.

“Do you think there is going to be another study session?” You asked him as you sat on the edge of your bed, taking off your sweater and tossing it to the side.

“I doubt it. They may just call it a party next time.” You smiled as he sat next to you, his hand holding onto yours. You both stared into each other's eyes lovingly. You both didn’t get much time alone, so when you did you usually cuddled while watching movies or just talked.

He leaned forward, giving you a small peck on the lips, then another, and another. Soon your lips didn’t part, but they slowly moved together in sync.

As both of your kisses became heated, he slowly pushed you back onto your bed. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he crawled over you. You pulled his chest against yours, both of your lips meeting again to continue the kiss. His tongue swiped at the bottom of your lip, you hummed as he pushed his tongue past your lips. Your tongues danced together in harmony, you noticed he had tasted sweet like oranges.

You had fallen so hard for this boy. His eyes captivating you the moment he had introduced himself personally to you.

You felt like you couldn’t control your body, your thought process was clouded as you rubbed against him, your kissing got sloppy as you both ground your bodies together. Your hands drifted up his shirt, you both parting for the short time it took to take it off before latching onto each other again.

He pulled back, moving his hand to gently brush the hair from your face. You fidgeted underneath him, a small whine passing your lips.

“(L/N), Do you want to go farther?” He asked, a gentle kiss being placed next to your lips.

“I do. Please, Sen. Don’t stop now.” You whispered to him, your fingers stroking down his stomach.

He slowly pulled off your shirt, he blushed at the sight of your boobs entrapped in your bra. You blushed, not expecting him to gaze at them for so long.

“Don’t just stare at them…” You mumbled, his hands moved behind your back and unclasping the bra. He pulled it off you and tossed it lazily to the side.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, his hands resting on your boobs before giving them a light squeeze, he flinched away when you curved your back towards him. He looked at your face only to see you biting your lips. He slowly brought his head down, watching your every move as he experimented by dragging his tongue across your nipple. You tilted your head back, another hum vibrating your throat.

He smirked as he took the nipple into his mouth. He gently suckled on the sensitive nub while rolling the other in between his fingers. He watched as your eyes squeezed shut, your fingers slipped into his hair as you grabbed onto him.

He pulled back, a small strand of saliva trailed between them before it broke. Your chest rose and fell with every pant, you desperately grabbed at him a delicate expression on your features.

“Patience goddess.” He breathed out, you smiled apologetically.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, inhaling a deep breath to calm your heart before it exploded.

He sat up and grabbed the hem of your pants, pulling them down and dropping them at your feet. He quickly pushed out of his own before crawling back on top of you. His hand slid down, his hand slipping into your underwear, his fingers leisurely rubbing your clit.

Your body shivered and you lurched forward. Your moan was music to his ears, he wanted to hear so many more. His free handheld your chest down. He leaned down, his mouth sucking at the side of your neck. He created a hickey as two fingers slipped into you.

“Sen!” You gasped, you’ve never felt this kind of pleasure before.

His fingers pumped inside of you, slowly spreading you tightened walls. You gasped and covered your mouth, biting into your finger to muffle yourself.

“Does that feel good?” He asked. You could only respond by nodding your head frantically.

He pulled his fingers out, he tugged off your panties then kicked his own briefs off. You watched in awe as his dick twitched excitedly. Small dribbles of pre-cum threatened to spill off the tip. He lifted your legs up, pressing his dick against your pussy.

His tip slowly rubbed against your opening. “Sen! Fuck me! Please!” You whined, grinding yourself into him even more. You tried your best to relax as he pushed himself in. He bent down and gave you a soft kiss, he hated seeing the pain in your eyes. He stopped once he felt he was all the way in.

“Is that better?”

“Ah, please move a bit?” You asked as the dull pain died down. He slowly pulled out before pushing back in again. His body shivered in delight.

“(L/N), please just tell me when to move.”  He grunted, trying his hardest to keep his slow pace for you.

“Faster Sen.” You moaned out, He did exactly so watching as your boobs bouncing with every thrust, He couldn’t hold back any longer as he ravished your body.

You gripped onto the covers as he pounded into you. His fingers teased your nipples giving them light pinches. Your body started to tighten up, you wrapped your arms around him, your nails digging into his back as you tried to get a grip on him.

“Fuck! Sen!” You cried out as your climax hit, he didn’t stop pounding into you. Your moans got louder as he continued to drive his dick into you. Your eyes watered with the throbbing pleasure.

He opened his eyes and quickly pulled out, his figure arching over you as his cum spilled onto your stomach, his body trembled as he collapsed onto the bed next to you. You both sucked air into your lungs desperately, trying to regain some energy to move. His hand slipped into yours, his fingers intertwined into yours.

“I love you so much (L/N).”