BUSHI One Shot Collection

Spa Day

Pairing: Bushi/FC

Category: Smut

Warnings: explicit sexual content, language

Bushi winced as he sunk into the plush lounge chair in the quiet room of the spa while he waited for his appointment. Thanks to Kanemaru his neck was in knots and his shoulders ached. This new feud with Suzuki Gun was definitely wreaking havoc with his body. They definitely did not pull any punches.

Closing his eyes he let the serene quiet wash over him and lull him into a deep relaxed state. He only reopened his eyes at light touch on his forearm, finding himself looking into the cleavage of a voluptuous masseuse. He took his time sitting up looking her over like a snack. Miku. She was new. Or at least new to him. As he followed her from the room and down the hallways his eyes were focused on her ass that swayed with every step. At that moment a relaxing massage became the last thing on his mind. There were other more pleasurable ways to react. However his neck decided to remind him just then of how badly he did need a massage. He supposed he could let her massage him and then fuck her. Decision made Bushi stepped into the room and dropped his robe before she had a chance to clear out, smirking as she took a look at him that was way too long to be considered professional. His cock hardened under her gaze making her realize she was staring and turning to rush from the room calling out instructions for him to lay on his stomach under the sheets.

Getting into position Bushi stretched out under sheet placed his head in the cradle the position once again reminding him of the stinging pain in his neck. He'd have to remember to pop Kanemaru a good one when he got him back in the ring. Teach him not to be quite so exuberant with his choking.

"Is there any area in particular you would like me to focus on?" She asked as she reentered the room. Her eyes drifted over his backside appreciating his firm buttocks through the thin sheet and imagining what it would feel like under her hands. If he asked her to that was. That area was only massaged upon request and she could only hope he would want her to rub his buttocks. She had only been a licensed masseuse for a month, so she was nervous as she approached him, squirting massage oil onto her hands.

"My neck is fucked." Bushi said. "Do the rest first though and then work on it."

"Of course," She responded stepping up to him and placing her hands on his upper back before clearing her throat. Miku really wasn't supposed to ask but she couldn't stop herself. "And do you want me to do the gluteal area?" she asked softly. An acknowledging grunt was her only response so she took it as a yes.

Miku bit her lip as her hands pressed down into Bushi's warm skin, pressing deeply into the knotted muscles as it slid beneath her oiled fingers. She fought to keep her thoughts purely professional but it was extremely difficult with a man like Bushi under her fingers. A pleasured moan escaped Bushi when she pushed hard on a particularly stubborn not and it went straight to Miku's pussy. Chastising herself she kept working along his back and shoulders before pulling one of his legs out from under the sheets. Her hands worked down his muscular thigh and calf. He was a mass of knots and muscles and Miku had to work hard to get out every kink while steadfastly trying to ignore the grunts and groans from Bushi and to not imagine if those were the same sounds he would make while getting pleasured in other ways.

Rounding the table Miku repeated her actions on Bushi's other leg her eyes repeatedly drifting to his ass. She was so close to touching it she had to stop herself from rushing through the leg area in her haste. Rubbing his inner thigh her fingers brushed against his groin making Miku draw her hands back quickly with a muttered apology receiving what sounded like a dirty chuckle in response. Settling herself Miku slowly lowered her hands to his buttocks and couldn't help but give it a squeeze a small whimper leaving her lips as it was just as firm as she imagined. Miku started massaging it, rubbing at the stressed muscles while imagining what it would feel like to grab it as Bushi thrust into her.

"Take off the sheet." Bushi's gruff voice broke her from her thoughts making Miku pause in her movements.

"I'm not supposed to uncover your private areas." Miku quietly protested.

"Take off the sheet. Don't make me tell you again" Bushi repeated. She wasn't going to continue arguing. After all the spa always told her the client was always right. She slowly pulled down the sheet revealing his butt before putting her hands on the bare flesh. Miku tried to remain professional keeping her gaze averted as she rubbed and kneaded his flesh. After an extended rubbing Miku reluctantly recovered him and moved her attention to his neck as she stood at the head of the table.

Pushing down on his neck Miku winced as she felt Bushi tense under her fingers, obviously in discomfort. Not wanting to hurt him she kept her touch light and soothing trying to smooth the knots out.

"Harder." Bushi spat when he felt her gentle touch.

"I don't want to hurt you," Miku protested.

"Harder. Quit making me repeat myself." Bushi snapped groaning when she pushed down hard sending a shockwave of pain through him. "Atta girl. Just like that." He grunted. After a few passes she lost her tentativeness pushing hard on his flesh and kneading the knots out with prodding fingers.

"Better?" She asked tentatively when it felt like most of the knots were out. Bushi pushed up off the table and moved his neck back and forth before nodding in approval. "Good. Now if you'll flip over I'll work on your front."

She turned her back as Bushi flipped over making sure to school her expression into one of impassiveness before she moved to massage his thighs, pressing her knuckles into the flesh and working out the kinks as she was keenly aware of Bushi watching her every movement. When she was done with his legs she moved back to the head of the table and started rubbing his shoulders and chest trying not to be aware that her breasts were practically rubbing in his face as she leaned over him. Or to notice the quite large tent forming between his legs. Looking away her fingers sunk into his hair for a scalp massage a smile lifting her lips as his eyes closed and a hum of pleasure filled the quiet room. Miku imagined grabbing that hair while he was between her thighs, quickly releasing the locks when she realized she was about to pull it.

"Well, I think we're all done. I hope you're feeling better." Miku said nervously as Bushi opened his eyes and stared at her.

"We're not done yet." He said with a small shake of his head.

"We're not?" Miku squeaked her eyes darting to the bulge between his thighs.

"Get undressed and climb on me." Bushi said eyes narrowing as he saw her hesitate. He hoped she wasn't going to make this difficult. He did hate repeating himself. He relaxed back against the head rest as she began unbuttoning her blouse and was quickly naked before him. Stepping towards the table Miku pulled back the sheet eyeing his cock as it sprang free. With the help of Bushi's steadying hand Miku climbed onto the table and straddled him, lining his cock at her entrance and slowly easing down onto him. She moaned as she was fully seated, rocking her hips as she got used to him filling her.

With Bushi's hands on her hips she glided up and down his cock, rocking back and forth and clenching around his dick while she bounced. The sounds of grunts, moans and flesh slapping filled the silent room as their bodies melded together, Miku's fingers digging into Bushi's chest as his dug into her hips. Already worked up from the massage it didn't take long for Miku to cum all over Bushi's cock, crying out her completion as he pounded up into her before spilling his own seed.

In silence the two redressed Bushi sliding on his spa robe before following her back down the hallways to the quiet room where he would wait for the technician for his facial. Miku hid the hurt on her face as Bushi entered the room and closed his eyes effectively dismissing her without a word. She had held out hope that maybe he would ask for her number, but she quickly realized she had created a fantasy in her mind. Bushi wasn't looking for more than he got from her.