#katsura plus whatever tag im running out of tag ideas here

[lilac-5ky]

hello mirto, i hope you’re doing well! i’m relatively new to your blog but it’s already one of my favorites. i don’t see many gintama accounts as of now and your writing is on another level. seriously— i binge read though all your works AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH. AND ALL THE TAKASUGI ONES ARE SO GOOD, ALL OF THEM ARE. im literally obsessed with your writing and am so glad i was able to find your account. i’m not good with writing requests but i was wondering if you could write a drabble or story with katsura smut. if you don’t want to, it’s fine! i just mostly wanted to thank you for your writing! please take care of yourself! again, thank you so much for your time and work! stay safe, happy, and healthy! 💗

Greetings, anon! Thank you so much for the support omg, I truly am grateful ;-; I started watching Gintama fairly recently and I was so hooked that I knew I wanted to write about it! This is my first time writing for a character from the show that isn't Takasugi and I really hope I did well. Katsura is the reason why I started watching this show, he is actually my favorite character alongside Takasugi, they are both really precious to me. And so receiving your request made me really excited, yet scared ahaha I hope I got him down well enough! Feel free to ask for more requests in the future and I'll do my best!

Once again, thank you so much for your kind words, they mean a lot to me 💜 Hope you have a wonderful day, please enjoy!

Katsura x Fem!Reader

Plot: While Katsura searches for a runaway Elizabeth, he comes across a hostess who's caught in the middle of a fight. Saving her life, he takes them in as she not-so reluctantly tries to pay him back.

Warnings: Smut up ahead, Minors Do Not Interact! Some mentions of violence too and of coursse, my horrible jokes that deserve warnings.

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Where are you?"

It was your typical Saturday night. People would be out and about, finding entertainment in the various nightclubs and restaurants of Edo, while Katsura Kotarou was roaming the streets, a bag full of croquette sandwiches in his hand. "Elizabeth! It's time to go home now!" He'd call out while examining every back allley he came across.

It had been two days since Elizabeth had ran away from home and while he wasn't particularly worried at first, part of him begun to fear for the wellbeing of his beloved companion. What if she hadn't ran away? What if someone took her to harm him? Last time a similar thing had happened, he had asked of Gintoki and the rest of Yorozuya to assist him. Asking for their aid again, he knew he'd face resistance, considering how last time he thought she was kidnapped, that was far from the truth. And so, Katsura begun to search for her on his own.

"Elizabeth, I even bought you croquette sandwiches! If you are here, let's go home." The man was getting more and more desperate with each time he called out to her. It was his fault, how she left, really. She had continuously expressed her disappointment over never eating anything other than soba noodles to him and yet he never stopped bringing them home to her. The last sign he saw her holding, contained the message "Maybe Gin-san has some leftovers", even including a sad face next to it. That Gintoki, always flexing his unhealthy eating habits, how could he even call himself a samurai when all he ate was parfaits? Still, maybe it wouldn't hurt to indulge once in a while and that was the exact reason why Katsura had bought this delicacy for Elizabeth. Perhaps that would make her forgive him.

Entering yet another dark alleyway, Katsura stood still for a while, considering his options. Maybe she really was taken by criminals after all, he'd think to himself while sulking. Clenching the bag around his fingers, he turned around, when he spotted a familiar figure. Elizabeth! She was standing in the middle of the street, waving her hands up and down towards his direction. Without hesitation, Katsura ran up to her, waving his hands right back at her.

"Elizabeth, I'm so glad to see you too! Look, I got you some-" As he approached her he noticed the frantic expression of her face. Even when he stood right in front of her she was waving at him towards their right. "What is wrong, Elizabee-" Before he could even finish calling her name, Elizabeth took hold of his hand as she dragged him with her.

Having no choice but to follow her, Katsura let her guide him towards the backstreet of a hostess club. Catching his breath, he was about to scold her for her actions, when the sudden scream of a woman caught his attention. Turning to face the direction of the sound, he spotted the silhouettes of five men that surrounded a woman. It was dark and so Katsura couldn't really see their faces but there was no mistaking it, that girl was in danger.

As he got closer, he could hear the men clearly, as they shoved the woman between them, slapping her and even kicking her with each toss.

"You no good whore, you think you can talk back to us? Haven't they taught you that the customer's always right?"

"That's what happens when you use that pretty little mouth of yours on things other than sucking." One of them said as he punched her jaw. The girl was crying, unable to do a thing but suffer in their hands. Clenching his fist around his sword, Katsura knew he had seen enough, he had to do something. Handing the bag to Elizabeth, he saw her holding a sign that said "Thank you, now go save her!", ushering him to help the girl.

"Don't you think that the five of you ganking up against a woman is a cowardly action?" He asked, revealing himself to the men, his fist tight against his sword's hilt.

"Who the fuck are you? Some sort of street vigilante? Piss off." One of the men said, making the others laugh in response.

"I'm not a vigilante, I am Katsura." He said as he drew his sword from its seath. "And I won't let the likes of you harass innocent women like this." Finishing his sentence, Katsura rushed to the man closest to him, slashing his sword forwards in a rapid movement. The man immediately shrieked, covering his now bloody cheek with his hands as he took a few steps back.

"My eye! My eye! What have you done?" He went on frantically while the others seemed to sober up, looking at their friend in shock.

"Next time I see you assault civilians, it won't be just the eye." Katsura said in a commanding voice, taking a step closer to the group of men. As they looked at one another, he heard them briefly discuss their options, before they decided to run away from him and the girl, going on about how it was't worth it.

"You'll pay for this!" The injured man said as he got dragged away by his friends, disappearing into the darkness.

Once they were out of sight, Katsura sheathed his sword, walking towards the girl, who was lying on the ground. Kneeling next to her, he nudged her softly, asking her if she could hear him. The girl remained still, not reacting to neither his voice nor his touch. Reluctantly, Katsura took ahold of her head while inspecting her carefully. Her entire face was bruised up and bloody, scratches covering up her otherwise appealing features.

"Those guys..." He muttered to himself, feeling enranged that such people stained the streets of Edo. There had always been sleazy men, there was no point denying that, but ever since the Amanto took over, it had only gotten worse. If only those Shinsengumi stopped going after a devoted patriot like himself and focused on actually helping the people of this country, Katsura pondered.

There was no point trying to wake the girl up at that point, he thought, looking down at her. She was unconscious and even if she woke up, her injuries would only get in the way. Turning around, his eyes searched for Elizabeth, as he beckoned her to come closer. He just couldn't leave this girl behind, not when others could take advantage of her state. Katsura had no choice but to take her with him.

"Elizabeth, come help." His companion quickly complied, rushing to his side, as he placed the girl's arm around his shoulder. Carefully, he lifted her up while Elizabeth took hold of her other side, balancing her between them. Once she was up and standing, the three of them begun to walk away from the scene, making their way back home.

The next morning, you found yourself waking up in an unfamiliar environment as you opened your eyes. Bright light pierced right through your eyes, forcing you to roll to your side in an attempt to avoid it. Before you could register what was happening, you felt sharp pain penetrate through your entire body, making you whimper out loud. Hesitantly, you turned back the other way, blinding light being the better choice in comparison to excruciating pain. Once you were laying flat against the floor, you noticed something, rather someone looking down at you while holding a sign that spelled "Are you okay?".

Blinking repeatedly, you took a good look at the person in front of you, only to realize that this "person" was rather a gigantic looking bird. Just what had happened to you? Was this a dream? Had you hit your head last night? Or was this an actual living bird staring down at you while inquiring of your wellbeing?

"You are finally awake!" (Bethesda please don't sue me for copyright infringement) You heard the voice of a man as you did your best to turn around. Unable to lift your head, you could only watch as the man approached you, kneeling besides you. Once you were able to take a better look at him, you gasped in awe; the man was exceptionally beautiful. He had silky long black hair that perfectly framed his large olive brown hues. His expression, although serious, was so gentle that for a second you wondered if the man next to you was of royal origin.

"I... where am I? What happened?" You managed to say in a hoarse voice. Even talking was painful.

"You were being assaulted in a back alley. Elizabeth and I found you and brought you home with us. Do you remember anything?" Squinting your eyes, you tried your best to remember what had transpired the previous evening. As if in a slideshow, random images begun to appear before you as you tried to piece them together.

"They were customers." You managed to say, this time in a clearer voice. "I... they forgot to pay and so I..." Shaking your head, you tried to shake the pain away with it. "I followed them but then they started pushing me around. Then it got black, that's all I remember."

"They shouldn't even call themselves men..." You heard the man say as he brought his two fists onto his lap, clenching them together. For a moment, his expression hardened as he looked away, obviously agitated by your response. After a while of him staying like this, the man turned to face you once again, his expression easying into his previous gentle one. "Is there anything you need? You must be hungry right? Are you also thirsty? Probably, and perhaps you'd also need some clean clothes, right?"

You tried your best to say that you were fine, but before you could utter a single word, the man was on his two feet, making his way towards the door.

"You are my savior... thank you." That's all you could manage to tell the strange man, as he turned around to face you one last time.

"Eizabeth will stay with you, ask her if you need anything while I'm gone. And I am not your savior, I am Katsura." The man said, as he walked through the door.

So that was Katsura, you thought to yourself. And this must be...Elizabeth? You wondered as you glanced over at the giant bird who was sitting by your side. Noticing your stare, she waved her wings at you, making you smile in return. They were an interesting lot for sure, you thought right before falling asleep once again.

The next time you opened your eyes, it was already nightfall. The only source of light in the empty room was that of the moonlight, sneaking right past the shutters. Carefully, you propped yourself onto your elbows. The pain was still there but you'd already start recovering. As you begun to get accustomed to the dark, something else caught your attention, a smell. Someone was cooking food. You hadn't even realized how hungry you were until your stomach responded to the delicious aroma.

Slowly, you got up on both feet, managing to drag yourself towards the half closed door of the room. Opening it, you saw Katsura and Elizabeth sitting around a simmering pot, watching it intently as it boiled while ocassionally tossing more ingredients in it. Unable to keep yourself up on both feet, you stumbled, falling against the door frame. Cringing, you tried your best to regain your balance while Katsura ran to your aid. Offering his hand, you shook it off. He had already done more than enough by taking someone like you in.

Making your way towards the table, you took a seat next to Elizabeth, who was holding the same sign she did earlier.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just... I don't think I can walk just yet." You admitted your own defeat while looking at the pot in front of you. The color seemed kinda off and there were lots of unidentified ingredients floating on the surface. Still, it smelled divine to someone who hadn't eaten a thing in two days. " What is, this?" You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted to eat. So I got a bit of everything and put it in there. It has rice and meat and fish, of course it also has soba and as Elizabeth insisted, croquette sandwich." Katsura explained as you looked at him in confusion. Why would anyone put all that stuff in a single hot pot?

"You don't like hot pots?" He asked you as he picked up on your puzzled expression. Quick to deny his claims, you nodded negatively, shaking your hands in a dramatic way.

"No, I love them! Thank you so much, Katsura. You too, Elizabeth."

"Let me add one final ingredient before you start digging in." Watching intently, you saw Katsura manifesting a bunch of Nmaibo packagings out of thin air. Well, at least that's what it looked like, considering the one thing he did was reach inside his sleeves. Leaning over the pot, he crushed the Nmaibo before tossing the powder inside the mix, giving it a good stir. You tried your best to hide your repulsion and confusion, pressing your lips together in a thin line. Even if the man before you was the very man whom you owed your life to, there was no doubt, his culinary skills lacked.

Still, you didn't want to offend him and so you eagerly grabbed onto the bowl he offered you. Dipping your spoon inside the soup, you brought it to your lips. Although the combination of tentacles, beef, nmaibo and whatever spice Katsura had thrown in was definitely weird, it wasn't too unpleasant to taste. Not that you had a particularly refined palate either, but the food turned out to be quite tasty.

"How is it?" Katsura asked you once you had taken more than a few bites.

"It's delicious! Thank you for the food, you really are my savior!" You exclaimed while swallowing a mouthfull.

"No, Elizabeth, it was the Nmaibo that made it tasty, not the croquette sandwich. I can't even believe you made me put such a thing in it. Maybe we should go back to eating soba noodles."

Turning to face them, you noticed Elizabeth holding a sign above her head that spelled "She liked it because of the croquette sandwich". Upon hearing Katsura's words, Elizabeth erased her sign, keeping the words "croquette sandwich" only, but this time a row of exclamation marks followed the word sandwich. Katsura kept opposing her, talking about how simple and refined tastes were the way to go, about how a samurai shouldn't indulge in such modernities and about how Elizabeth should stop interacting with a certain man named Gintoki. You kept eating your food in silence while watching the two of them argue over things, the debate between them getting more and more heated as they even slapped down on the table.

Before you knew it, you begun chuckling at the sight of them, squinting your eyes in amusement. Being able to eat like this, watching these two strangers fight one another over such trivial matters, you got reminded of what it used to be like when you were nothing but a young girl, dining with your own family.

Your sudden burst of laughter made the two of them stop as they turned to face you, confused by your reaction, as they expected an answer.

"N-nothing I'm sorry! It's just that... looking at you reminded me of my home, my own family. My siblings used to fight like that over food as well."

"There's nothing to fight over, as long as Elizabeth fixes her eating habits." Katsura stated before shooting a mean look at Elizabeth. "Speaking of your home and family though, who are you? We don't even know your name."

"My name is Y/N. I work at the Wisteria hostess club near Kabukicho district. My family is in the country side, I came to Edo by myself in order to support them. I... I'm not particularly good at anything, but entertaining customers is an easy job and I can at least provide for them like this."

"So that's what you meant by customers earlier. I see, it must be hard for such a young woman to work in an environment full of sleazy men. And to think that you are only here in order to provide for you family... I am so sorry Y/N." Katsura said with a serious voice. Even the way he called out your name was extremely formal, as if he was addressing a general, rather than a girl of your status. He was too kind and soft spoken, and for sure, a hostess like you didn't deserve such kindness.

"Don't worry about it, it really is fine. Most of our customers are polite enough, such inconveniences are rare. Besides, it's always the customer who's right, we can only bow our heads and treat them with respect." That was the harsh reality of being a hostess. No one would thank you, no one would apologize even if they were wrong. To most people, girls like you were lesser than humans, they were just products they could use and abuse before throwing away. You didn't particularly mind it, besides it was the line of work you had chosen for yourself. However looking at what a truly kind man looked like, you couldn't help but wish there was a chance that one day, you'd be able to wed such a man yourself. Even if the possibility was dim, a girl of humble origin such as yourself, could only dream.

"But this is wrong! Just because you work as a hostess, you shouldn't let people trample you down. You should keep your head up high, not bow down in the face of injustice! If they are wrong, they should apologize, if they are entertained, they should be thankful. Men who look down on women like this don't belong in our Edo, such inequity doesn't belong in our country!" Widening your eyes in awe, you watched as Katsura got up, bringing his fists back down against the table violently. You had never seen someone speak up like this, not about something that you had taken for granted your entire life, at least. His words were ever so passionate, speaking of the country you lived in with such endearment while contempting the acts of these men. You could tell this wasn't the face of an ordinary passerby who came to your rescue, no, this was the face of a man who truly cherrished his country and his ideals.

"Th-thank you. No one has ever considered us as humans, not even once. You are a good man, Katsura, I wish there were more men like you out there." Even if you thanked him a million times, it was still not enough for what he had done for you. This wasn't the first time these men had caused trouble to you and the other girls, however if he hadn't saved you, who knew how far they were willing to go. The scars on your body were still fresh, but hearing Katsura's speech managed to mend the scars in your soul, even by a little bit. He was right, you shouldn't bow your head to the likes of them, however living by this code of life was a luxury you could never afford.

"Don't mention it, Y/N. Although there aren't many of us left, there will always be people to defend Edo with their swords, leading life with honor and integrity. No Bakufu or Amanto can take that away from us." Katsura said as he sat back down. "Now let's eat, hot pot should be enjoyed while it's warm."

The rest of the evening went by in relative quietness. While Katsura and Elizabeth exchanged a few words here and there, you ate in silence, appreciating the calmness while it lasted. It was too late to go back to the bar today -plus even if you wanted to, you couldn't carry yourself around just yet- but come tomorrow, you'd be taking your leave. Being a nuisance to the man who had saved your life was the last thing you wanted to do.

Once you'd finished eating, Katsura gathered the plates up, taking them to the kitchen. You wanted to assist him but once again, your body was too weak for that. He had already done so much for you, yet all you could do was accept his kindness. Sighing, you propped your chin on your elbows. You couldn't help but feel as if you were taking advantage of him. Noticing your sigh, Elizabeth nudged you, waving a sign in front of you that asked you what was wrong.

"It's nothing... I just feel bad about being unable to return yoour kidnness. Perhaps once this is all over, you can come over to the bar and I can treat you two."

Nodding in agreement, Elizabeth changed her sign into one that said: "I'm going to buy something sweet. Tell Katsura I'll be away for a while, but don't tell him where I go."

Smiling at her, you patted her arm softly. "This will be our secret, don't worry about it. Take care!"

A short while after Elizabeth had left, Katsura returned to the room, looking around him in confusion. "She had something to take care of, don't worry about it." You immediately tried to justify her absence but he was having none of it.

"I'm sure she went to the candy store again. Ugh, she is incorrigible! She didn't even ask me if I wanted anything." You expected to hear yet another lecture about why eating sweets was against the samurai code, however listening to the man complain about not getting any himself, made you laugh out loud.

"I'm sure she'll bring you some too. Elizabeth is as considerate as you are, Katsura."

"She'd better... Erm I mean, she shouldn't! I'd never succumb to such temptations." He said with a scoff. Hearing him deny his previous claims made you laugh even more. For a man who wanted to upkeep his own values, he sure was wavering a lot.

"It's getting late, you must be exhausted, right? Let me help you up." Once again, without awaiting your response, Katsura rushed to your aid. Placing his arm around you, he dragged you onto your feet. You wrapped your left arm around his neck, as he helped you walk towards the bedroom. Using him as a crutch, you managed to reach the futon with ease. Although walking wasn't as hard for you anymore, a shameless part within you enoyed the feeling of receiving care from him. His warmth was so inviting and you couldn't help but linger a bit more against him.

As Katsura was about to bring you down with him, you lost your balance, falling hard against his body while he barely managed to keep you steady. Except now his hand was cusping your chest while your face was inches away from his. Looking up at him, you noticed his cheeks flushing red in an instant, as he looked back at you with wide eyes. Before you could register what had happened, Katsura let go of you, causing you to fall on the floor with somewhat of a thump.

Apologetically, he dropped on the floor next to you, chanting repeatedly "I'm sorry" as he helped you sit down on the futon. The sudden fall made your body ache in pain but the one thing you could think of was the way his hand held onto your tits just seconds before. His face was still beetroot red, even when he was apologizing to you. This wasn't the first time a guy had groped you like this, however it was the first time someone was blushing so hard because of it. Katsura was quite the endearing type, you noted to yourself, unable to hide your smile.

"Are you okay? I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you fall. Or touch you in such an improper manner."

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." You said in an attempt to brush his concerns off. The pain was still there, but it wasn't enough to concern Katsura with it.

"Well, if that's the case... I'll be going now-" Stopping his words, you moved your hand onto his lap, patting down on it softly. Katsura, who was about to get up at the time, stopped moving as his stare traveled all the way down to your hand.

"Can't you... stay with me?" You hesitantly asked him while rubbing your hand against his knee softly. Katsura's blush kept getting bigger as his eyes intently watched your every move, too shocked to say a thing. "I'd like to thank you for all that you've done for me. You were right, such foul men shouldn't get to treat us hostesses like that. Why should we even service them if they don't deserve it?" You went on as you kept rubbing him, raising your hand higher onto his thigh. "I don't have anything in my name and I could never pay you back. But if you let me, I could at least try to return your kindness the way I know how. Will you let me do that for you, Katsura?"

The man before you was staring back at you in disbelief. He didn't exactly pull away from your touch, but he was standing still as a statue. Smiling at him softly, you leaned towards him, placing a soft kiss on his lips while you kept on caressing him.

"Y-y-you really don't need to do that! I was just doing my duty, like every other conscientious citizen would have. There's really no need for you to a~AH!" Katsura whined as your hand made its way towards his crotch, palming the clothed area. As you did, you could already feel him tensing up under your fingertips.

"But I insist. Besides, you are reacting to my touch so nicely. It'd be shameless of me to not thank you properly. No one is as kindhearted as you are, Katsura." You went on as you started applying more pressure. Even though he tried to push you away with his words, you could tell that he was enjoying your touches.

"I... I guess that is fine." He admitted in defeat, looking at the floor in an attempt to hide his blushing expression. Flashing a grin, you moved closer to him, bumping your knees against his as you brought one hand to his face. Brushing his cheek with the back of your palm, you could feel the heat underneath your fingers. You couldn't even fathom how cute he was.

Katsura lifted his head slightly in order to face you, his eyes refusing to lock in with yours. "You have such a pretty face. Your eyes are so gentle, just looking at you makes me feel all warm." Bringing your lips to his, you kissed him again, this time more firmly. His lips were as soft as you'd imagine them to be and while they weren't as inviting, you could tell that he begun reciprocating as he kissed you back. Hesitantly, Katsura placed one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Although he was quite careful, you could still feel the pain cutting through you like a knife, making you twitch ever so slightly.

"Are you sure you are okay? What if you get even more hurt?" Katsura broke away from you, his eyes looking at you with evident concern. Shaking your head, you tried your best to feign a smile.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." You said in a reassuring tone.

Looking down at your own body, you noticed for the first time the state of your clothes. They were all muddy and the fabric was quite worn out too, most likely by the fall. Getting kicked around in an alleyway was not the most pleasant experience. Placing your two hands around your kimono's belt, you glanced up at Katsura. Untying it hastily, you let it drop onto the futon, exposing your naked form to him. You could tell there was a handful of bruises covering you up, yet you were unsure of the extend of the damage. Taking ahold of Katsura's hand, you placed it on top of your thigh as you stared deep into his eyes.

"Would you like to touch me?"

"I...uh..." Nervously he tried to give you an answer but all he managed to do was blush even further, averting his gaze from you.

"It's fine if you don't want to, I know the bruises must be quite unappealing for you to see. Instead I can just-" You started to say as you picked up your kimono in an attempt to cover up yourself, when you felt Katsura's hand trailing up to your chest. Placing his hand on top of your breast, you felt him cusping them softly.

"I-I want to touch you. Your bruises aren't something you should be ashamed of." He said firmly as he managed to look into your eyes. He was too kind, you thought to yourself yet again.

While he kept his one hand squeezing you tightly, his other hand roamed your body freely, feeling each and every of your curves up. His touch sent chills up your spine, the sound of your breathing being the only audible sound in the room. The way he touched you was unlike anything you'd previously experienced. While you didn't really sleep with customers too often, the ones you had been with had always been rough and aggressive with you, claiming you with their hands as if you belonged to them. You appreciated the change of pace as for once, you found yourself in the hands of someone who knew how to savor you without treating you as if you were no more than a mere object. Even when you barely knew the man in front of you, being in his hands like this made you feel safe, protected even.

Letting him have his way with you for a bit, you brought your hands onto the belt of his kimono, tugging on it softly. Katsura stopped his movements as he stared at you. "May I?" You asked him, earning his permission in the form of a nod. Swiftly, you managed to undo it, letting it drop around his waist as your hands pushed the fabric of his kimono to the side. Gaining access to his body, you placed your hands flat against his chest, feeling his toned muscles underneath your fingertips.

Katsura's moves had come to a complete halt as he let you touch him, looking at you intently before placing his hand on yours. You looked up into his eyes briefly, as he captured your lips with his, prying your mouth open with his tongue. The way he kissed you was gentle, yet steady and you could feel that he was finally letting himself enjoy the moment. Closing your eyes, you savored the moment, savored him, all the while fooling yourself that this stranger wasn't just a guy who had saved you, that you weren't just a damsel in distress who tried her best to thank her savior. You were fooling yourself that in that moment, this man cherished you as much as you cherished him, that in this moment you weren't simply returning a favor to him, that in this moment, this was real.

Pulling back for air, you smiled softly at Katsura. His eyelids were half shut, face all flustered as he was still enticed by the kiss you had shared. Even his lips were shaped in a faint pout, beckoning you for another kiss. Instead, your hand made its way onto his hair, feeling the softness of it as ebony strands fell in between your fingers. Even in your line of work, you had never come encountered someone whose hair was as silky smooth.

Slowly, you used your other hand to push his kimono off his shoulders. The way his dark strands cascaded upon his bare shoulders, made him look even more mesmerizing than before, you thought to yourself as you kept petting him.

Katsura had surrendered himself to your touching, practically letting you have his way with him. Keeping one of your hands attached to his hair, you used your other hand to reach down below onto his cock. Realizing how aroused he already was by your gentle caresses, you couldn't help but smile.

"You are so responsive to my touch already, Katsura. I wonder if you'll be as compliant even if I do this." Placing your hand around the base of his cock, you started stroking it sensually, making Katsura immediately moan loudly. "Do you like this? Should I keep on going?" You asked as you kept running your hand all over his length.

"Y-yes please, it feels so-sso good." Katsura admitted as he kept on making sounds. You could tell that he had trouble looking at you, considering how he kept shutting his own eyelids, even going as far as to cover his face with both of his palms.

Removing your hand from his hair, you cusped it over his hand gently, making him uncover his face. Even though part of you wanted to tease him for his reactions, looking at his messed up state only made you squeal on the inside. He was so adorable.

"Katsura, don't be embarassed. Don't hide your pretty face from me and please, keep it up with your lovely sounds. I want to know how good I make you feel. Besides, this is my thanks to you, remember?"

Nodding at your words, he let his hands fall onto his sides while you brought your own hand back onto his head once again, patting it lightly. "Thank you. You are such a good boy." You complimented him with a genuine smile.

"Th-thank you." He mumbled, doing his best to keep his eyes on you.

Satisfied with his compliance, you turned your attention back to his cock. Wrapping one hand around the base, you begun pumping him up and down, slowly yet steadily. He was quite average in size yet because of this, he fit just perfectly in your palm. As you kept stroking him, you let your other hand travel onto his balls, squeezing them softly as if to massage them. The second you touched him there, Katsura jerked a bit away from you grasp, whimpering out loud.

"Do you like it that much when I touch you like this?" Unable to answer, Katsura nodded positively, encouraging you to keep going.

As your fingers kept stroking him, you noticed some precum leaking from his tip. Gathering it up with your index, you brought your finger to your lips before smiling at him. Katsura parted his lips slightly in awe as he watched you suck on your own finger. Making an exaggerated 'mmm' sound, you let it pop out of your mouth, showing it off to him.

"You taste so good in my mouth, Katsura." You said as you licked your bottom lip teasingly. "Can I have some more?"

"Please do." He whispered quietly.

The second your lips touched the tip of his cock, you felt him twitch against your tongue. Pushing your head against his length, you took as much of him as you could in your mouth. With your tongue, you savored every last inch of him, curling it around his cock as you felt him throb. Katsura kept making rather obscene sounds, responding to your every move obediently, letting low groans and more high pitched moans evade his lips. You had so effortlessly made a mess out of it and while you were glad that you were able to pay back his kindness, part of you couldn't help but feel pride.

As you kept going, you were surprised to notice that in between his moaning, he was actually calling out your name, ushering you to keep going. Glancing up at him, you locked your eyes with his as you started going faster, bobbing your head up and down on his length, feeling him hit the back of your throat with every movement. Reacting to your pace, Katsura kept calling your name out, louder each time until his words turned into an incoherent slurring. You could tell that if you kept going like this it wouldn't be too long until he'd finish and so, you pulled back away from him softly, keeping only one hand around his cock.

Taking his right hand into yours, you placed it on top of your head as he lowered his gaze. "Katsura, you can cum now if you want. You've been so good for me... please let me taste you, mhm? And... please keep calling out my name."

Not waiting for a response, you lowered your head once again until your lips fell upon his tip. Taking it into your mouth, you started to suck on his skin, playfully grazing your teeth around his head. Reacting to your touch, Katsura shaped his hand into a fist as he pulled onto your hair lightly. Catching you by surprise, Katsura grabbed onto your hair as he pushed your head forcefully, making you choke around his length. Momentarily you glanced up at him in awe; this was so unexpected of him. Katsura kept his grip on you as he guided your head up and down, essentially fucking your mouth. Although you liked how gentle and obedient he had previously been, you'd be lying to yourself if you claimed that the way he handled you now wasn't turning you on.

Following his instructions, you let him set the pace as you kept your eyes glued to his face. His head was sllightly tilted backwards, enjoying every last bit of pleasure you were offering him. Even though you could feel him slowly come undone, you realized that he was still following your order, chanting your name repeatedly in a breathy tone.

"Y/N, you feel so... so good around me. I'm going to...I'm going to..."

Not too long after, you felt his grip tightening as his cock begun twitching and throbbing around your lips. You kept at the same pace, until you finally felt him spilling his cum in your mouth. His taste was slightly salty and metallic, yet not particularly unpleasant. With a few final pumps, he let himself pop out of your mouth as you were left gasping for air, drool and cum leaking out of your lips. Katsura opened his eyes to look at you, his chest going up and down as he panted. Although you were the one doing all the job, you could tell he was also out of breath.

Lifting yourself back onto your knees, you swirled your tongue around your lips, gathering as much of his cum as you could before swallowing it down. Katsura's hand begun stroking your head softly, repeating small thank you's as he rode his high. Even now, he was as polite and courteous as ever. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to indulge in this feeling, it was rare for someone to thank you for your services, even after doing a good job. The way he pet your head like that, made you feel warm on the inside as if he was caressing your heart instead. It felt so nice to receive his affection, it had been such a long time since you'd last felt the genuine affections of a man.

Once Katsura regained his composure, he retracted his hand, quickly tying his kimono back around his body. Following suit, you begun dressing up as well, while Katsura got up. Puzzled, your stare followed him as he briefly exitted the room, coming back with a clean towel. The man sat besides you, taking your face in between his hands as he gently wiped the remaining cum off your lips and jaw. Locking eyes with his, you couldn't help but feel your heart fluttering a bit at his gesture. Such kindness... you were unworthy of it. Even when you tried you pay him back, you were finding yousrelf owing much more to him than before.

Taking a final look at your face, Katsura smiled softly before pulling the towel away from you. Leaning towards you, he placed a soft peck upon your lips, smiling away shyly right afterwards.

"You... you should stay longer if you want. At least until your wounds heal up." He muttered underneath his breath.

Although you knew that by doing so, you'd be unable to ever pay him back, a part of you wanted to accept his offer. You wanted to stay there with him, you wanted to learn more about him, you wanted to allow yourself the luxury of loving someone like him. Even if you weren't worthy, even when it made no sense, a humble girl like you couldn't help herself but selflshly reach out to him. Placing your hand on his right cheek, you brushed a loose strand of hair out of the way, rubbing your thumb against his skin. You could tell that he was blushing underneath your touch, yet this time you were certain that your cheeks were tinted red as well. Smiling at him softly, you nodded positively. Perhaps staying a few more days wouldn't be so bad, you thought to yourself.

Forcing the two of you out of your trance, Katsura and you jumped away from each other as Elizabeth entered the room, two bags on one hand as she held onto a sign with her other one.

"What are you doing?" The sign spelled.

"N-nothing! I was just helping her sleep, I mean... escorting her to her room! We didn't, I didn't!" Katsura frantically tried to explain, waving his hands in a dramatic manner. "And whats with the bags? Elizabeth, don't tell me you brought back sweets again! Let me see, let me see!" He said before jumping onto his feet, making his way towards Elizabeth who started running around the room.

"Elizabeth! Come here!" You heard Katsura yell as he chased her through the room.

Enjoying the sight of their bickering, you allowed yourself to laugh heartily in amusement. Although you knew next to nothing about this strange duo, you got reminded of your family once again. Perhaps one day you could have a family like that of your own, perhaps... Shaking the thought away you scoffed at your own silliness. You could never afford to have such silly and selfish thoughs for yourself, yet maybe, maybe it was fine just this one time. Maybe it was fine to just watch them from up close. Maybe staying longer, wouldn't be that bad of an idea.

Hopefully this turned out good enough! While I love Katsura, I'm not used to writing about characters like him so I tried my best to capture his essence as a serious yet kindhearted yet lovable terrorist samurai. That's about it, once again thank you for the request, hope you liked this!