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The thumping of a fist upon the table, rattling the empty glasses collected there, setting the pace of each big chug you take of that pale, bitter brew. You finish it off, your deep sigh of relief and satisfaction cut by a large pelting burp that elicits a cheer from those around the table.
Well, at least those who are still awake- meaning really only Hoshiguma, Nian, and Bagpipe. Ch’en is barely with you all and Swire has been down for the count after the second round.
“Hah! Never thought I’d see the doctor slam one down like that! Almost as good as Blaze!” Hoshiguma thumps the table once more before taking another huge swig of… well you’re not sure what she is drinking now, but it isn’t a beer, that’s for certain. When your nose gets near it, it certainly stings of something stronger.
“One more round?” Hoshiguma looks to everyone else, but the hesitancy is clear. Bagpipe has already started gathering up the puddle of Feline that is Swire and you can tell she’s kicking gently at Ch’en to get her up and moving. Nian has that usual smirk of hers, but you can tell that she’s growing bored just like she always does with such mortal matters.
But this is the most relaxed you’ve seen Hoshiguma in a long time- especially outside of Rhode Island.
“I’ll stick around, lets have one more after you finish that one.” You tell Hoshiguma. Everyone else takes it as their cue to cut and leave while they have a chance.
“I’ll take Chenchen and Swire home, dontcha worry ‘bout me.” Bagpipe winks.
“I’m gonna head to the night market.” Nian shrugs finishing the last of her warm beer before grinning at you, “You two be safe on your way back, eh?”
“Of course we’ll be safe. It’s Hoshi!” You find yourself blurting. Who woulda guessed being six drinks deep now would have loosened your tongue a little bit. You turn to your oni bodyguard, elbowing her slightly, “Right?”
Of course, you’re not sure if it’s the drinks that are making your imagination run wild or if it was the heat of the bar, but you swear you see a small blush on Hoshiguma’s face before she takes a few huge gulps.
“Right!” She grins back, “I’ll carry him back to the ship if I have to.”
The others leave their share of the tab before waving off, leaving you and Hoshiguma to order your last round of the night.
“‘s was fun.” You tell her earnestly. “Haven’t gotten a break from Kal’tsit and operations in ages. Thanks for convincing everyone, you’re probably the only person I know who can get Ch’en and Swire out together.”
“Drinkin’s always more fun with more people.” Hoshiguma smiles warmly before leaning in more to whisper, “Plus watching Ch’en an’ Swire get wasted trying to one-up each other- that’s good times.”
You hold your final mug out to Hoshiguma, who clinks hers merrily against it.
“To Lungmen.”
“To Rhodes Island.” You both toast to each other’s homes before taking that final swig.
A blurry, hazy mess of lights and damp streets. Noise, footsteps, and a song hummed from… from your lips? You must really be fucked up if you’re humming a Lungmen convinnie jingle. A strong arm catches you as you stumble.
You mumble a thanks, Hoshiguma throwing your arm over her shoulder as she half-drags you in the rain. You think you hear her mutter something about the weather not sobering you, but then you remind her that the water needs to be in your body, not on your body for that to work.
Of course she nearly drops you right then and there, but you’d like to think that your lovable grin and incessant compliments to her keep Hoshi around. Still, even in that drunken dizziness, you have a moment of clarity and self-awareness; you were the reason Hoshiguma was out here in the rain, trying to drag your drunken ass back to the Rhodes Island connection station.
If you just waited for the damn rain to pass, or for you to just sober up, she wouldn’t have to drag you.
“Hoshi-” You groan, “Hoshi lets just stop for the night. An overnight, just so I can clean - Uuh- up.” You almost hurl, but manage to hold it in like a champ.
Hoshiguma says something but you forgot it as readily as a goldfish, just nodding dumbly. She hefts you onto her back, careful not to bounce the contents of your stomach free while she carries you piggyback.
Hoshi’s warm, despite the cold rain soaking her. You cling a little bit tighter, squeeze your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck that little bit more to be flush against her, and she stumbles slightly.
Another blur, a bright orange fluorescent light; an interior? Hoshiguma barking...no bartering? The weightlessness of being carried someplace, the quiet thud of being dropped on something soft.
Cold glass being pressed into your hands.
“Drink.” Hoshi prods you, and who are you to question her? She makes you drink three more rounds, gods that puts you at what… ten drinks deep? You belch, but its not Lungmenite beer that taints your taste.
“Water?” You groan, suddenly snapping to some sense of awareness.
“Uh-huh.” Hoshiguma grunts. She’s wrapped you up in towels and thrown you on the bed like some sort of cocoon while she herself sits next to you, plastic sick-bag in hand. A little glance down at you before her attention goes back to the television.
Instead of watching what’s on the TV, you find yourself staring at Hoshiguma. She’s reclining against the backrest, hands behind her head in that relaxed, cool you know her for. And gods, the way that pose lifts those hefty breasts. How you want to be laying in her lap, those weighty mounds on your face.
“Gods I want you to smother me between those amazing pillows.” You mutter, entranced by her. She had even, for some inexplicable reason of fashion, pulled a belt tight beneath them, only accentuating their size more with a nice, defined line.
“Doctor, you’re drunk.”
“I know that.” You mumble. You are drunk, sure, but not dead, blackout, make fucked up poor life decisions drunk.
Just the “make poor decisions with your co-workers” drunk.
“You’re just so damn hot.” You readily admit, “Never get to see you so relaxed, so… you, y’know?”
Hoshiguma pulls back a little bit, her amber eyes wide in surprise. “You think I’m hot? Me ?” She scoffs, forcibly turning her attention to the TV once again, trying to ignore your drunken admissions.
“I meant it Hoshi.” You roll over, feeling the unease in your stomach settle down somewhat. She’s still smirking at you, not taking your words seriously. “Gods damn, you are one hell of a woman. Tall, strong, so damn cool and collected, and fucking hot-”
“That’s enough, Doctor. You look like you’re about to hurl again.” Hoshiguma throws you the sick bag before swinging her legs off the bed, away from you. Was she… hiding her face?
“You blushing?” You drunkenly blurt, and Hoshiguma only stiffens up more.
“I’m… gonna take a shower. Still soaked.” Hoshiguma grumbles, stands, and heads to the bathroom, leaving you laying there sprawled out on the bed, staring upside down at the door. You can hear the shower start up, the rustling of belt buckles and clothes, the creak of the shower door closing.
But Hoshiguma had left the bathroom door open.
You had to be imagining it right? A drunk hallucination; it had to be. You roll off the bed with a none-too-quiet thump.
“You okay, Doctor?” You hear Hoshiguma call out to you over the sound of running water, but she doesn't have that usual note of concern. No… you had to be imagining it. You crawl silently on the floor, closer and closer to the bathroom. The sound of water flowing off the body and quiet, nearly inaudible sighs of content… gods she really is showering with the door open!
“You going to join me or what, Doctor?” Hoshiguma once again calls out to you.
No, definitely not imagining it. You’re not sure where your clothes end up, but soon your naked in the bathroom, closing the door behind you. The shower’s glass is already fogged over, but you can see that tall, shapely frame of Hoshiguma as she basks under the hot water.
“I’m coming in.” You announce, still unsure if you’re about to receive an oni’s fist in the face, but to your surprise, Hoshiguma turns slightly, cracking the steamy door open for you.
She turns back away as the water runs through her emerald hair, craning that slender ivory neck this way and that. You can see scars there, leftovers from her time in the Lungmen slums. As she stretches you can see just how toned her back is, the definition of her muscles beneath that glistening skin. As she pulls the length of her hair to work out the knots, she gives you a full, glorious view of that firm, round ass.
You bumble into the shower, trying to get yourself beneath the hot water, but Hoshiguma hogs it all, cracking a grin as you tentatively edge closer and closer, but still afraid to just close in. It’s a wordless dare as she turns her attention back to basking beneath the water, making a show of sighing and moaning.
Now or never-
You press up against her back, grabbing a handful of that firm butt. She jumps slightly, covering her breasts as she turns towards you with a coy smile.
“Like what you see, Doc?”
“Godsdamn right I do, Hoshi.” Your hands run up the subtle curve of her waist. You never get to see that bit of her beneath all that bagginess she wears, and by the gods you aren’t going to forget it anytime soon. She’s certainly taken notice of you as well, glancing down at your soldier standing guard by her ass.
And your hands continue their ascent, gliding up the subtle definition of her abs as they reach the true prize. Gods, they have weight ! Mass! How can something so soft, so pliable and bouncy be heavy?
“Bold, aintcha?” Hoshiguma chuckles at your fascination.
“You invited me in.” You mumble into Hoshiguma's back, tasting the water sloughing off of her. To further your point, you rub your shaft against her ass. Hoshiguma hums a note of content, twisting to run a hand through the back of your hair.
“Then help me out here.” Hoshiguma places a bar of soap into your awaiting hand, and you are more than eager to lather her up. The first place you go is straight to the oni’s mountains. Your hands sink into softness, only to feel them slip and glide from your over-eager grip.
“I meant my back, Doctor. I already got my front.” Hoshi laughs, but she doesn’t stop you from running soap-lathered hands across her collarbone and down her abs. She shudders slightly when one brushes against the damp, trimmed bush below.
“Well if you’re not gonna get my back,” Hoshiguma sighs, “Guess I gotta get you.”
With effortless strength Hoshiguma spins you around, grabbing hold of you and pulling you in. Those soft mountains of hers press into your back as she shelters you from the shower-water. Soap in hand, Hoshiguma begins to lather you up, letting out a mirthful chortle upon seeing just how excited that gets you. Despite all of her gruff appearance, her hands are gentle and soft, slow in how they massage their way down your neck, your chest, and eventually to the ultimate prize…
“Got a nice piece here, Doctor.” Hoshiguma says as she grabs hold and gives you a firm stroke, “I’m not one for using batons, but I could make an exception-”
“Hope you mean what I think you mean, and not swinging me by the dick at criminals.” You manage to snark before taking a sharp breath in through your teeth at the sudden rush of pleasure from Hoshiguma’s firm grip. She laughs, and it is a two-tone melody to the ears.
You realize that she hasn’t laughed all that often, either.
“Mmm, there you go. Now get my back.” She spins around again, beckoning you closer with an alluring curl of her finger. With the soap still clinging to you, you grab hold of Hoshiguma again, using your chest to scrub her back. Of course, the whole time your guardsman is rubbing against her, sending those little thrills of pleasure through you, and it goes without question that your hands are sinking into the dough that are her breasts once more.
Hoshiguma reaches back, grabbing hold of the nightstick you’re gliding against the crack of her butt and gives it a gentle hand rinsing before slipping it between her legs.
The heat you feel from her lips is immediate and intense, and instinctively you buck your hips, gliding the top of your shaft against them. Hoshiguma hums in approval, and you can feel her fingers dance against your tip, making circular motions.
“Yeah, keep doing that, Doc.” She mumbles, her hand working a little faster, her breath falling that little bit short. She’s playing with herself, and every time your shaft drags through her lips, her fingers dexterously dance lower to stroke you before going back to her clit.
“Hoshi.” You groan, the impatience in your voice clear even to your drunken stupor.
“ -Ah- Oh, fuck. It’s better when you know there's the real thing going between your legs.” Hoshiguma hisses through clenched teeth. She leans heavily against the tiles of the shower-wall as your thrusts pick up speed, slick from the excitement leaking from her.
And all at once you feel the rush of pleasure as something hot and sticky swallows your shaft whole.
“-AH!- D-Doctor!?” Hoshiguma yelps- she never yelps. You pull back and thrust again, expecting something different to happen, but again Hoshiguma yelps, her body shivering despite the heat. You stop to ponder just what’s gotten into her before realizing what has gotten into her.
“S-sorry,” you mumble, “felt so good I-”
“Don’t stop.” Hoshiguma grins back at you from behind the wet curtains of her emerald hair. “If you aren’t making me yell, you ain’t hitting it right.” She urges, giving your ass a playful, if not slightly stinging slap that sends you jumping back into her depths.
“Hah! Yeah, just like that… -Oooh- ” She throws her head back and groans.
Gods, that kind of moan was something you’d never thought you’d hear out of her, but most certainly want to get more of. Long, wound-up thrusts, from tip to base, deep into the oni’s cave. And just like a hungry oni from myth, Hoshiguma eagerly tries to devour you, clinging greedily to you dick even as you pull back to ram home. Every wet clap against her ass strikes a heated grunt of encouragement from her.
“Fuck… fuck! ” Hoshiguma’s curses are heady, full of lust as her hand practically grinds her clit, “Keep it up, Doctor!”
The pressure is oppressive, her walls tightening to make every ram into her a ploughing plunge into her coiling depths and it’s almost too much to bear. You can feel yourself sweating from the heat even under the showerhead.
“Hoshi- I’m gonna-”
Hoshiguma bucks you out of her with a jutting of her ass outward, perfectly timed too; one more thrust and you probably would have blown. It leaves you both standing there, breathing heavily, staring at one another with unquenched lust.
She turns down the water before pressing her back up against the shower wall. A throw of her emerald bangs back exposes that flush on her face, that wide, eager grin as she watches your expression at her full revealing.
The muscle of her belly, defined but subtle, a trimmed triangle of emerald shrouding her lips still eager to gobble you up, and by gods those hefty breasts that are jiggling with every movement she makes. Without another word, Hoshiguma lifts a leg with her arm, spreading herself for you. It’s an invitation that draws you in, makes the throbbing ache of your cock all the more pronounced, and the only thing that will alleviate it is being back in her warmth again.
Your first hungry plunge back into Hoshiguma claps her back against the wall and sends those hills of hers bouncing wildly.
It also pulls a moan from her so sweet that you can’t help but do it again. You press in, helping to hold her as you throw your hips up into her. Before you had been drunk on booze, but now you were drunk on Hoshiguma- you smother your face into the softness of her chest, feeling them jiggle against your cheeks as you give her rough, fucking ploughs. You lick the water from them, your tongue teasing a stiff nipple before you greedily suck from it. Her other hand pulls your hair as she smothers you against her bounty, exactly as you wanted.
“Yeah! Yeah! ” Hoshiguma grunts angrily, “Just like that, Doctor! Gods-” Hoshiguma’s head slam back against the tile as she tries to hold back a rush of pleasure. She squeezes tighter as you impale her, every pleat and crease in her beginning to tremble. It was coming, like a great Higashin earthquake in the distance. You give her nipple a rough bite the exact moment her breasts bounces from you striking her womb like a taiko drum, and you get your first sweet cry of pleasure from Hoshiguma.
A shiver that precedes that eruption, she constricts so tight that you almost have trouble pulling back out again. The way she writhes, the way that she gasps as her fingers flick against her pink button, the way that she looks you dead in the eye as her mouth hangs open, a guttural scream ready in her throat-
“Hoshi- gonna-”
“Outside!” Hoshiguma strains to say, her eyes screwed shut as she furiously rubs her clit. You’re fit to burst just when she violently shudders and spasms as if electrocuted. With a deep echoing scream, Hoshiguma’s leg gives out. She slides against the wall down to the tiled floor, and in that very instant you slip from her hot coiling pussy. That last bit of grasping pleasure makes your world snap, and you fire off with a rumbling groan, sending ropey strands of milky white across Hoshiguma’s heaving chest and face as she slides past.
You collapse too, your legs like jelly as you fall into Hoshiguma’s lap, warm water gently raining over both of you.
“That was… fuck, that was good.” Hoshiguma sighs with a wide grin, even as she wipes your sticky leavings from her face. You have trouble mustering any words, still breathless from the sight of Hoshiguma, your seed on her fingers as she gives it a little taste.
“Hoshi… can I just, lay here a moment?” You meekly ask, “I just want to be on your lap-”
“You don’t have to say it.” She snaps, the faint rose of a blush on her face as she shakes her head and does her best to look away from you. In fact, she sits back more, giving you a better view of those shade-giving wonders. You let out a contented sigh, reaching up to give them both a gentle, affectionate squeeze, your hands sinking into them like dough. You juggle them, bouncing them lightly from below, pawing at them like a cat playing with a toy.
“Alright, you’ve had your fill.” Hoshiguma chuckles as she helps you to your feet, “You’re sober enough.”
Well, not quite sober, but not quite "make poor decisions with your co-workers" drunk anymore. You clean yourself up, your exhausted guardsman in particular, though you feel him stirring once more as you watch Hoshiguma wash the clinging stain you had left across her breasts. You could spend all night here, but Hoshiguma turns the water off and looks at you expectantly, then glances to the towel rack. You have to stifle the sigh of disappointment as you march out like man being escorted from the premise. You hand her a towel, stealing a glance, though she's not hiding her glorious nakedness from you. She doesn't seem ashamed about what happened or even try to make excuses like that little bit in the back of your head said she would. Gods, was this feeling of unease that "post-coital clarity" you had heard about?
“Thanks, Doctor.” Hoshiguma says, glancing back to you has she roughly towels her hair. Her attention on you drags you away from getting your last eye-full of her, in particular the way those breasts just seem to have a state of matter all their own and-
“Felt good to be… you know, wanted like that.” You hear her say. She's blushing slightly, a relaxed smile on her face as she meets your eyes.
“Anytime, Hoshi.” You reflectively answer, and it pulls that teasing wryness onto her face.
“Yeah, I’m sure you’d like that too, huh?” Hoshiguma gives you playful slap on the ass, pushing you back out to the bedroom. You want to make excuses to stay, to see more of her since it could very well be the last, but you best not push your luck. You were drunk before- well you’re still pretty damn tipsy, but the excuse only grows flimsier as the night goes on. You gather up the wet towels off the bed, as well as all of the clothes, placing them by the heater.
Bed’s not as wet as you thought as you throw yourself onto the sheets. You flick the TV back on, paying some mild interest to it that is immediately stolen away by Hoshiguma emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel that could barely cover all of her. She runs a hand through her hair, pushing her bangs past her horn, either not noticing or not giving attention to your leering as she crawls onto the bed next to you.
“Hey Hoshi-”
Before you can say anything else, Hoshiguma pulls you over, your head laying on her lap. You can barely see her face past the jutting peaks, but you swear you can see her grinning.
“Just relax a bit. You’re still drunk, probably.” Hoshiguma mumbles, laying one hand upon your chest, the other on your forehead. It’s… oddly intimate, affectionate- not that you would speak up about it.
Most of all, it’s just… relaxing. You lose track of how long you and Hoshiguma sit there, just staring at the TV, watching some Lungmenite talk-show, but eventually the time you dread comes. Hoshiguma sits you up and heads for her clothes hanging from the back of a chair.
“Clothes are still wet.” Hoshiguma grumbles, throwing her shirt back near the heater, but she doesn’t seem all that concerned. “Well, might as well make the most of it, right?” She grins back at you, her towel dropping to the floor, “Ready for a round two then?”