#Mitsuhide akechi smut

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thinking about Mitsuhide crumbling under my touch, softly whimpering and calling my name as I wrap my hand around his cock, leaving wet kisses all over his length and sucking on the pretty pink tip as I jerk him off. I think for a moment of edging him but since I managed to force him to sit back and let me take care of him for once, I decide to whisper sweet words of encouragement, coaxing him to cum for me.

Mitsuhide looks beautiful in the aftermath of his peak. His pale cheeks have a rosy color and his golden eyes look content and a little hazy, he looks vulnerable in the most delicious way possible <3

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May I please request Clavis, Mitsuhide and Leonardo reacting to reader domming them? 👀🔥

Alright, I finally felt a bit like getting back to working on these requests from my celebration event. And dear Venus this one spoke to me. I hope you like what I came up with!

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Smut/NSFW Headcanon: Suitor reacts to MC/reader domming them Suitors: ikepri Clavis, ikesen Mitsuhide, & ikevamp Leonardo NSFW 18+ content below!

Clavis

“Oh? You want to take the lead tonight, little bunny?” CLavis asks when you push him down onto the bed and climb atop him, straddling him.

“Yes, and you’re going to like it.” You answer, feeling emboldened.

Clavis grins. “I am sure I will. Have your way, little bunny.” His hands are reaching for your thighs and you stop him.

“Ah-ah-uh.” You say wagging your finger before pushing his hands away. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.”

“Oh? You really do want to take the lead.” He says grinning. “Whatever you say.”

You eye him skeptically for a moment. You can tell he’s not going to be able to keep his hands off of you, especially once you start doing all the things you had planned.  You had to do something about those hands.

The next thing Clavis knew, you had his hands tied to the bedposts. His shirt was unbuttoned and you were straddling him, running your hands over his chest and torso, teasing at the waistline of his pants. “I’m going to have you begging me to ride you and let you cum.”

His breath hitches as he looks up at you. You lean forward and kiss him, grinding yourself against the quickly growing bulge in his pants. You spend the evening teasing him to the brink, only to leave him wanting.

Clavis is a whimpering mess under you. He’s always wanting you anyways, but with you taking control like this…not to mention how sexy you look in the purple silk and lace lingerie you’re wearing…and all of this teasing.

When you finally give him what he wants, taking him inside you and riding him, he’s a complete mess. “You can’t cum until I tell you.” You tell him, as you begin to ride him. After finding your release three times, you finally tell him he’s allowed to cum. 

He cries out your name when he finally cums. He’s panting, his eyes filled with desire and his body coated in sweat. You undo the restraints on his wrists and his arms instantly wrap around you, bringing you close. After that intense session, you know he just wants to be held and loved.

You give him sweet kisses and cuddle him. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh…I did, little bunny…once I recover…I’ll return the favor.”

Mitsuhide…

When Mitsuhide came home and you told him, you wanted to take charge and love on him, he was quite pleased. “Having my little mouse take charge? I can’t think of anything better.”

You grin as soon as he agrees. “You’ll submit to me completely?”

“If that is your desire, little one.” Mitsuhide replies. “What do you have in mind?”

The next thing he knows, you have him tied up and blindfolded, his top half bare. You have a few different things laid out, a feather, a cup of cool water, and a few other items, all of which Mitsuhide saw before you blindfolded him. He was eager to see…rather feel…what you had in store for him.

You started with the feather, running it over the skin of his chest and abs. You watched as his muscles tightened from the tickling sensation. He sucked in a breath as you went particularly low with the feather. “I know I agreed to this, little mouse, but if you’re going to touch me, I’d love it to be with you lovely hands.”

“Hmm…not yet.” You reply, grinning, knowing he can hear it in your voice. You tease him with the feather for a bit longer before grabbing the cup of cool water. “You must be thirsty.” You say, taking the cup to his lips and having him drink a little, but making sure that some spills down his chin.

“Oh, look how messy you are. I’ll just have to clean you up.” You lean in, licking off the water from his chin.

His breath hitches. “Little mouse…”

The next thing he knows, you’re pouring some of the water on his chest and leaning in to lick and suck it off. Slowly you move lower and lower with the water, your tongue tracing over each ab. Mitsuhide’s breathing is heavy. He whimpers when he feels you begin to slowly slide his hakama pants off.

“I’m going to take such good care of you, Mitsuhide.” You tell him before kissing your way down to his freed erection. He’s a mess by the time you take him in your mouth, the silken feel of your tongue gliding along his shaft as your mouth descends until he’s hitting the back of your throat and then up again, driving him close to his release.

You keep going getting him close and then stopping before he can cum. You do this a few times before finally letting him cum, swallowing every drop. Mitsuhide is a trembling, whimpering mess by the time he cums. Your name leaving his lips in a cry of ecstasy. 

When you finally untie him and remove the blindfold, his arms are instantly wrapping around you and pulling you close. He kisses you deeply and the next thing you know, you’re the one being tied up and blindfolded. “LIttle mouse, I hope you’re prepared to receive what you just gave.”

Leonardo

Leonardo cocks an eyebrow at you as you push back when he goes to push you towards the bed. You flip around and the next thing he knows, you’re pushing him down on the bed. “What’s this, cara mia? You feeling bold tonight?”

You nod. “We’re going to do what I want tonight.”

Leonardo grins. “I’ve never heard any complaints from you before.”

You grin. “It’s no complaint. I just want to be the one taking care of you.”

Leonardo is intrigued. “Alright, whatever you say, cara.”

You grin as you push him back on the bed and climb atop him. “Hmm…now where to start?” You mutter to yourself before leaning in to kiss his neck, giving a playful nibble as you do. You can feel his pulse quicken beneath your lips.

“Cara…” He speaks,his breath hitches.

You grin already, pleased that you were getting such reactions from him. You slowly slid your hand down the front of his body, tracing over his pecs and each ab. Leonardo let out a groan, his hands moving to your hips.

You pull back and giving him a chiding smile. “Nah, ah, ah.” You tell him wagging your finger. “You’re not allowed to touch me unless I say so.”

“Oh, Cara, we’re playing this game?” He asks, cocking a brow.

“Yes, we are.” You answer, grinning. “Now, lay back and let me take control.”

Leonardo grins. “Alright, cara mia.”

You continue where you left off before. Kissing and nipping at his flesh, leaving red love bites in your wake as your fingers trace teasingly low over his abs. You continue to tease him, touching him everywhere but where he really wanted to be touched and stopping and pulling away as soon as he tries to touch you.

You have him a groaning, whimpering mess, begging for you to touch him where he really wants, begging to touch you. When you finally give him what he wants, he can’t help but to call your name as he comes undone.

Afterwards, he immediately flips your positions. “Now, cara mia, it’s my turn.” He says giving you a devilish grin before capturing your lips in a heated kiss that is meant to tell you, he’s paying you back for everything you just gave him.

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Finding the Light - Chapter 9

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing : Mitsuhide X OC ( Evelyn)

Genre : NSFW

TW : n/a

AN: This is a long chapter, sorry!

Walking carefully to Mitsuhide’s room, Evelyn gently knocked, holding the serving tray tightly in one arm so she wouldn’t drop it. “You may enter.” She slid the door open and walked into the room. As she put the serving tray on a nearby table, Mitsuhide looked up from what he was writing, still holding the brush between his fingers. He watched her as she turned to slide the door closed again.

“What is happening here?” Mitsuhide asked as he watched her turn around from sliding the door shut. “Drink with me? Mitsuhide felt the concern wrap around him as soon as the words left her lips. She definitely shouldn’t be drinking. With how small she had become, her tolerance wouldn’t be what she was used to.

He knew she had enjoyed drinking in the past when Nobunaga would have one of his big feasts, but she was never out of control; she always seemed to know her limit. “Why?” He asked, still holding the brush. “Why not?” She replied. Mitsuhide studied her as she sat at the small round table off to the side of his room. “Did today make you feel anxious?” He asked as she poured the sake in both the cups. “I’m relieved it’s over, is all.” He glided over to the table and sat where she had set his cup down.

“I know it was hard, but the important thing is you got through it. You didn’t panic. You didn’t shut down. You should be proud of yourself. You did well.” Mitsuhide took the cup and put it against his lips, taking a sip, but was surprised when Evelyn downed the drink in one gulp.

He wanted to voice his concern, but he had to slacken the ropes occasionally, and he poured the rest of the sake down his throat, matching her pace. Evelyn poured them another drink. They had drink after drink, both of them getting quite inebriated. Mitsuhide stuck a piece of cheese in his mouth, and Evelyn watched. “I am happy that you ate today.” She grumbled, “It was only one meal.” He finished chewing and swallowed; clearing his throat, he said. “It’s the most you’ve eaten since you’ve been here. It’s a good start.”

Mitsuhide swallowed the cheese. “Evelyn, why is it so hard for you to eat? You used to love food.” She looked down and tilted her cup so that the sake inside swirled. “Truthfully? It keeps me from thinking about what happened. The pain from the hunger helps me focus on something else.” Mitsuhide gently took hold of her hand to show his support. “We just need to find something else for you to focus on.” She looked up from the cup and at him. “I don’t know what that would be.” Mitsuhide squeezed her hand. “It might take some time, but I’ll help you figure it out, but you’re hurting yourself by not eating.” She sighed, “I know, and I feel it too. I’m not as strong; I’m always tired.”

Evelyn hadn’t opened up like this before. He was going to let her talk about whatever she needed to say. She looked away from Mitsuhide and out the window. Far away, further away than he could ever be. She was lost, and he wanted to bring her back.

As he watched her, he saw tears drip off her face and onto her hand. He immediately scooted closer to her and put his hands on her face to force her to look at him. His thumbs wiped her tears away as he held her face. “You don’t have to be brave in front of me, little one. I can see how much pain you are in.” Her eyes connected with his golden irises. He had a look of seriousness and determination in them. Something that told her that he wasn’t lying. He took a breath as her tears kept coming. “I cannot take your pain away, but I am here for you; I will keep you safe, and I will do everything I can to help you move forward so that you can keep on living.”Evelyn lunged herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing into his chest. “They are still out there, Mitsuhide. What if they come looking for me? What if they find me?” Mitsuhide rubbed her back soothingly. “They won’t find you, Evelyn; even if your attackers tried looking for you here, they’d get captured and thrown into the Azuchi dungeons before they could put one foot on the property.” She took some deep breaths, and her tears finally ceased, but Mitsuhide continued his calming efforts.

“Mitsuhide, what does everyone think I’m staying here for?” He pet her head. “They know you are unwell and need to take some time for yourself, and I decided to stay here with you because I don’t trust that you won’t go snooping.” She lifted herself off Mitsuhide and looked at him, “They don’t know any of it?” He combed her hair behind her ear. “No, only myself and Ieyasu, and neither of us has said anything.” She exhaled with relief.

She sighed, and Mitsuhuide raised his eyebrows, questioning her. “What is it?” She swallowed and started fiddling with the sleeve of her kimono. “I want to get better. I want to face my fears. I don’t want to be weak anymore. I have one fear I can never face.” He knitted his eyebrows together. He hated it when she got down on herself, but being attacked had stripped her of everything but her bones. She was bound to get into her head on occasion. “There is nothing you can’t overcome; you are stronger than you think.”

She shook her head, “Not this.” He had an idea of what she was referring to, but he wanted to hear her say it. “And what may that be?” She lifted her head and took another drink. “Romance, intimacy … Sex. “Precisely as he thought. “That is going to take time; you will get there, eventually, when you’re ready.” She shook her head, “Who would want me after I’ve been tainted? Besides, I don’t want to be with anyone like that. I’ve accepted that I won’t have romance in my life.” Mitsuhide hadn’t expected her to be so honest with her feelings. It hurt his heart that she was so afraid of moving forward in that area of her life that she would accept being unhappy. Again, he is reminded that she has changed; the old her would have never accepted this. He has to stop comparing this new her to the old her and take her for what she is now.

“Is that how you truly feel? Everyone deserves love, especially someone like you. Everyone should be able to experience intimacy and sex. It is instinctual, human nature. We need sex as much as we need air to breathe.” She shook her head. “Not me, not anymore.” Mitsuhide took her hand, “Even a woman has sexual needs.” She shook her head in defiance. “I’ll help you face those fears if you’re ever interested.” She looked at Mitsuhide, afraid of what he was offering.

“Mitsuhide?” He gave her a gentle smile. “If you want, I’ll show you there is nothing to fear. If it’s too much, I’ll stop. I would never force or push you to do something you don’t want to do.” He looked at her thoughtfully. He wanted to convey that this was her choice. He combed his fingers through her hair, soothing her and trying to relax her. Then he kissed the top of her head, then her forehead. Then, the top of her hand, as his eyes met hers.

His lips were soft and warm; she had never considered Mitsuhide a gentle lover. She imagined him being rough and fast. Fucking for his own needs, never thinking about his partner. Then again, that’s how she always had sex. Fucking just to fuck and never really feeling that high.

He took her hand in his. “We’re friends, right? You know I won’t hurt you. You know I’ll respect you and your body. It’s a safe option.” He squeezed her hand. “I meant what I said. I will stop, no questions asked. No hard feelings. I’m doing this to help you heal, not to make you fearful. I expect nothing in return; this is for you and you alone.” Her mind was racing, and her heart was beating so fast she thought it might burst out of her chest. “Mitsuhide, I don’t think we should do this. I think we both had too much to drink.” He smiled, “You are probably right, but if the opportunity is there, sometimes we have to take it. What do you say, little mouse?”

She stared at Mitsuhide for a good thirty seconds, mulling over the offer he had given her. He looked sincere, but the one thing keeping her from saying yes was her fear. It was all about the fear. She didn’t want to live in the shadow of her fear anymore. “It’s okay to be afraid. Try with me, and if you can’t, then you can’t; at least you tried. That would be a step forward.” How did he always know what she was thinking? It was aggravating.

“Okay, I’ll try.” Mitsuhide combed her hair behind her ear soothingly. “Okay.” He said as he nodded, confirming her decision. He stood up and held out his hand for her to take. Reluctantly, she placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Still holding onto her hand, Mitushide looked her over and saw the uncertainty written on her face.

Taking initiative, he picked her up, her legs draping over his arms. She yelped, not expecting him to pick her up. She grabbed the lapel of his kimono in an attempt to steady herself. She must have finally lost her mind completely. Was she genuinely going to allow Mitsuhide to drink in her body and make love to her?

He carried her over to the futon and laid her down delicately. After he removed his arms from under her body, he settled in next to her, turning on his side so that he could get a better view of her. He waited patiently, letting her get her bearings together. “It’s going to be alright, I promise.” She had a petrified look in her eyes, and Mitsuhide cautiously took her hand and rubbed her skin with his thumb. She looked at their connected hands, which had become a regular occurrence. “Then why is this so awkward?” Mitsuhide, still rubbing her hand, studied her.

She was nervous and tense, clutching the blankets and holding her breath. “Evelyn, take a breath. Just breath. You’re fine. You’re not in any danger. You are safe.” She nodded apprehensively. He put his hand on her cheek, turning her head to face him. “I’ve got you.” He said as he looked her over, tracing her jaw with his index finger. He smiled gently at her. He was stroking her long hair to ease her anxiety. Even this kind of intimacy was new to her. He was being so careful, so gentle.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked flustered and a bit confused. “I don’t know about this Mutsuhide.” His expression softened, and he put his hand on her cheek. “Look at me, Evelyn.” Her eyes connected with his, showing him her fear. “Let me show you what it feels like to be loved.” She bit her lip, “I-I’m not ready.” He stroked her hair lovingly. “You’ll never be ready if you refuse to try. You must move forward; you can’t live your life refusing to let yourself have intimacy or love. Be kind to yourself.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to be in love.” Mitsuhide continued stroking her hair. “Maybe not right now, but you will.” He moved her hair to the side and gently kissed her neck. “Trust me,” he whispered lowly in her ear.

She was overwhelmed. Why was Mitsuhide doing this? “Relax, mouse. Focus on me. An immediate blush of embarrassment crossed her face. Mitsuhide smiled. “There you are. Mitsuhide kissed her forehead. “I will be here every step of the way. If you get scared, you can hold onto me as tightly as you need. We are going to do this together because that’s what sex is about. Togetherness” How had she never known he was so kind and caring? Still lying on his side beside her, she looked at him, and he gave her a tender smile, “Turn towards me.” He helped her turn on her side so they were facing each other. He reached between their bodies and took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. She watched him do so, and he was silent as she processed what was happening between them. He looked into her eyes and squeezed her hand as he caressed her arm lightly.

He bent his head down and kissed her neck again. He laid kiss after kiss down the side of her neck. Her heart was beating hard and fast. He kept dropping gentle kisses on her soft skin, making the tiny hairs on her skin rise. He pulled away from her neck. “I’m going to untie your obi; don’t be startled.” She squeezed his hand tightly and closed her eyes. “No, look at me. Focus on me. See that I am the one who is doing this. If you close your eyes, the fear might come back.”

She understood his point, so she opened her eyes, watching as he bent over her to maneuver her obi to loosen her kimono. He was so gentle, untying it with ease. He laid back down and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. He opened her kimono to expose her collarbones. He shifted his body, bringing her with him. She laid on her back with him above her, with a sweet smile on his face. He could see the uncertainty flash in her eyes. “You’re doing great,” He reassured her as he bent down to kiss her collarbones. His free hand explored her curves, sliding over her stomach, along her rib cage, just beneath her breasts.

Her chest heaved up and down, and she swallowed thickly. “Evelyn,” He said with his deep voice. “Are you with me?” She blinked as he paused to ensure she was alright. “Y-yeah.” He lifted his head so he was at her level. “It’s okay to be scared. If something becomes too much, you tell me as soon as it happens. Do you understand me? I do not want to be part of your pain.” She nodded. “Say it, so I know you understand.” He had to be sure she understood that she was safe with him and that he would never do anything to scare or hurt her. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

His expression softened. “Good… How are you feeling right now?” She looked straight into his solemn eyes. “Scared and, uh, nervous.” Mitsuhide brushed her bangs back, trying to soothe her. “We’re going to go nice and slow, okay?” As he stroked her head, he looked dead into her eyes. “I’m going to undress you.” She began to understand that he was telling her what he would do to her before he did it, so she was prepared. Her eyes searched his with a conflicted expression on her face. “Talk to me.” He said in a soft tone. “How is this a turn on? I’m pathetic.” Tears filled her eyes, and she turned her head away. He placed his hand on the side of her face, forcing her to look at him. “You are desirable, Evelyn.” She pressed her lips together. “Don’t think about such things; I want to do this. I want you to feel the pleasure I’m going to give you.” She bit her lip, embarrassed by what he said.

He began to open her kimono, revealing her body, as he finally slipped the kimono off her. There were yellowing bruises and cuts that were healing on her body. She reflexively covered her body with her arms. He didn’t try to remove her hands, letting her hide her body.” You’re alright, focus on me.” She kept his face in her vision as she started shaking. “Evelyn, you are safe. I will not hurt you.” She was breathing hard, and panic was rising. He cupped her face, looking deep into her eyes. “Breathe. You’re okay.” She was listening, but the panic was uncontrollable. She started hyperventilating. “Okay, come here.” He sat back on his heels, bringing her with him.

He held her shaking form to his chest as he petted her head. “I’ve got you. He looked down at her, wiping her tears away. “I need you to take some breaths. Do what I do,” Mitsuhide said, taking a deep breath in and exhaling slowly. He kept doing this until she could finally copy him, their breathing in sync. “Good girl.” He connected his eyes to hers. “There you are.” He smiled at her, “You’re okay now.” He smiled that smile he only ever showed for her and leaned forward, lying her gently back down on the futon, her hair splaying around her. He once again tangled his fingers with hers, but he paused. “Would it make you feel less self-conscious if I undressed as well?” He asks, “Your body isn’t bruised and beaten.” She replies, and Mitsuhide shakes his head in disagreement. “Maybe not right now, but I have plenty of war scars. My body isn’t beautiful.” He didn’t wait for her to answer. He let go of her hand, stood up, and undressed slowly, taking each article of clothing off as she watched nervously. He pulled down his fundoshi, exposing his whole self to her.

He was not yet ready to be one with her, but he was letting himself be a little vulnerable, only to help her relax. He climbed on top of her. “Remember to focus on me.” His eyes took in her nude body. “you are most beautiful. Being complimented like that from him felt so good. “You’re drunk.” He chuckled. “So are you.” Then he kissed her neck and put his lips to her ear. “That doesn’t make you any less beautiful.” Her face heated up, her cheeks and ears turning pink. “And cute when she blushes.” Mitsuhide cupped her cheek, taking a long look at her. He never intended to kiss her to keep some semblance of friends and not lovers; instead, his primal desires took over all reasoning.

He leaned his head down and put his forehead against hers, looking into her green eyes. “May I kiss you?” She looked deep into his eyes, making him feel awkward as if she were looking into his soul. “Yes,” and with those words, their noses rubbed together as he positioned his mouth over hers. He pressed his lips against her full lips, feeling their softness.

Their eyes fell shut; his hand went into her hair, and her hands went to the back of his neck. He was gentle, taking his time, giving her peck after peck until he couldn’t contain his needs, and kissed her harder. He broke the kiss, and They opened their eyes silently, gazing at each other. Both realized that this was happening, and there was no going back. He returned to her warm lips, kissing her harder, their mouths moving together in unison. She sighed into the kiss, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth.

Mitsuhide had his fair share of casual flings, but never had he been this intimate with a woman. Mitsuhide wanted this for her, but somehow it had also become for him as well. His tongue tangled with hers as they both breathed heavily through their noses. He could feel his cock hardening as they continued to ravish each other’s mouths. Kissing had never turned him on this much before. He pulled away from the kiss, looked at her, and smiled. “Evelyn,” He said her name in a husky voice laced with desire. “I’m going to touch you.” She nodded in understanding, still feeling high from his kiss. He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and gave her another peck.

His hands went to her sides, feeling the curves of her body. Her hands were still on the back of his neck. Her hands found their way into his hair. He smoothed a hand over her stomach. He leaned down, kissing her chest sweetly and slowly, taking in the scent of her skin. He pulled away, looking at her while his hands explored her soft skin. His fingertips ran between her breasts, and her chest heaved harder. With calloused hands from years of using a gun and sword, he ran his fingers over her skin. With feather-light touches, he caressed the contours of both her breasts. Her pupils started to dilate, telling him that she was aroused. He gave her a mischievous smile as he placed his hand on one breast, kneading and massaging. Then, he began to caress the other side.

As he bent his head down, he licked her nipple with the flat of his tongue. She jerked, and he looked up, questioning her. “Uh, k-keep going.” He squeezed her arm in reassurance. Mitsuhide pinched her other nipple and rolled it between his forefinger and thumb. He circled her areola with the tip of his tongue, making her breath hitch. “mmm.” Pleased with the sound of her pleasure, he smiled. He then latched his mouth onto her nipple, pulling the flexible skin with his teeth. She looked down at him with heavy, lidded eyes as he switched sides to do the same thing.

As he released her nipple from his mouth, he looked at her. “How do you feel?” Her breathing came out hard and ragged. “Good, don’t stop.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He laid another kiss on her lips as his hand drifted down her body to her legs. With his other hand, he intertwined his fingers with hers. “Evelyn, keep your eyes open and focus on me.” He spread her legs further apart, and his fingers went down her leg, and she squeezed his hand tightly. His fingers slid into her labia. He stopped and looked at her. “Are you doing okay?” She looked apprehensive. “I’m scared.” He knew she was. “relax, breathe, and let me take care of you.” He said as he found her clit and put a little pressure on it. “Ohh, “Mitsuhide smiled, “Does that feel good?” She was breathing heavily. “Y-yes.” He began to move his finger in circles. She bit her lip, and as he looked at her face. Her eyes were clouded over with lust. He switched between rubbing and pinching her clit.

Her hips bucked up involuntarily; she was turning him on like nothing else. His member was fully erect and leaking. Then, he adjusted his position at her center. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and lifted her hips and put his face up to her core and licked up her clit up then down. She tilted her hips, needing more friction. He brought her clit into his mouth, sucking. Her moans were turning him on more and more. Her legs started to tremble, and her body began to tense. He pulled away from her needy core. To look at her, “Are you okay with me putting my fingers inside of you?” Her body paused with his question, and he waited for her answer. Finally, a soft “yes,” but with how meek her answer was, made him question her. “Are you certain? You don’t have to let me.” She cleared her throat. “I’m sure.” He reached up and rubbed her belly in reassurance.

He kissed the inside of each of her thighs. His mouth went back to her clit as he slowly pushed in a finger. She focused on her breathing and soon felt him add another finger. She was becoming so wet, but he wouldn’t comment. He wanted her to feel good. He curled his fingers inside of her and began pumping them as his tongue worked on her sensitive clit.

She curled her toes, and her thighs tightened around his head. Her back arched as her moans sang a beautiful song. He pulled away, cupped her cheek, and bent down, kissing her with a need that he didn’t know existed inside of him. He searched her eyes, then put her hips down and hovered back over her. He kissed her deep and slow, then looked at her. “Focus on me, see me, and feel me. I’m going to go slow; at any time, if you need to stop, then I’ll stop.” He kissed her nose, and then he sat back on his feet.

He put his hand around his throbbing member rubbing it over her clit, eliciting a sweet moan until he found her entrance pressing the head just barely inside. “Look at me.” She squeezed his hand tightly as he slowly pushed in. She felt so good, her walls stretching to allow him in. He pushed in further and further until he was fully inside of her, and he sighed from the delicious feeling of her; it took so much of his self-control not to pummel into her right then and there. Seeing the uncertainty in her expression brought him back to reality. “Are you still with me?” She took a breath she had been holding in and blinked. “I -I’m okay. I just need a minute.”

She squeezed his hand so tightly that her nails dug into his skin. He wanted her to feel comfortable, so he would patiently wait. “Whatever you need.” She swallowed, looking into his lust-driven eyes. She tried to imprint his features in her mind. Finally, She reached up for his face and traced his features with her fingers. She outlined his lips and put her hand on the back of his head, pushing him to her lips. It was a sweet kiss. Their mouths moved together, both melting into the other. Evelyn pulled back to look at him and cupped his cheek. “I’m ready.” Mitsuhide was sure that she needed reassurance that it was him who was inside her and not one of the monsters that assaulted her.

Mitsuhide put his weight on her so they were skin to skin. She reached for his hand, and they threaded their fingers together. With their bodies pressed together, Mitsuhide kissed her forehead. She looked at him expectantly, “don’t look away; keep your eyes on me.” he said lowly, and then he moved his hips, thrusting into her gently. Both of them started breathing heavily, and as he continued with the slow pace, sweet moans began falling from her lips. Likewise, Mitsuhide was sighing and grunting. “You’re doing so well.” He said as he looked at her flushed cheeks. "Kiss me, Mitsuhide.” He did, but it was sloppy and wet as they breathed hard into each other’s mouths. He broke the kiss and put his forehead on hers. He looked into her eyes and saw it the moment it happened. Something behind her eyes changed like a dark veil had been lifted. She took him in completely, letting the pleasure fill her up. She began rocking her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. She let go of his hand to feel his body. First, she held onto his strong shoulders, then she moved her hands to his back, dragging her fingers up and down his back, feeling his soft skin, touching the raised skin from his scars.

Mitsuhide had never been touched in that way before. It was electrifying. Evelyn put her hands on his biceps, and she could feel his muscles flexing as he rocked his hips into her. Getting caught up in the moment, Mistuhide nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there, then gave her a bite, leaving a nicely sized welt there. Both of their bodies were damp with sweat. Mitsuhide could feel her walls spasming around him. He put his hand between their bodies, finding her clit. “I’m going to make you come,” He spoke seductively. He began rubbing her clit in tight circles. He shifted positions, and the angle of his member hit a sensitive spot, and she cried out loudly. He was sure the whole manor could hear her.

Her toes started to tingle, and warmth radiated throughout her body. Pressure started building up. Something was happening to her that she had never felt before. “Mitsu-ahh.” He smiled and bent down to kiss her lips. Her grip on his arms tightened, and her nails dug into his flesh. Her legs began to tremble, and the pressure exploded, making her body stop moving altogether. All she could see was a bright white light, “Mitsuhide, mmmn, fuck.” Her walls clamped around his cock, squeezing it making Mitsuhide shudder. “That’s it come for me.” Mitsuhide slowed his ministrations but kept going to help her ride out her orgasm.

Evelyn blinked several times before her vision came back into focus, and her body, which had tensed during her orgasm, went limp as she caught her breath. He brushed her sweaty hair off her face. She leaned her face up, kissing him passionately, her fingers threading through his hair. He was so close, and she began moving her body with his again. How he wanted to ram into her in that moment and fuck her, but he had to let his needs fall back on the wayside. He would get there eventually. When she broke the kiss, she angled her hips in such a way that his pubic bone was hitting her clit with every thrust.

He noticed how her walls were fluttering again. He had planned on pulling out, but when her walls tightened around him yet again and squeezed his sensitive cock so deliciously, he had no warning before his essence spilled inside of her, causing him to tremble. He bit the side of her neck, then moaned in her ear as he came, and she could feel him expel his seed inside of her. Then his breathing evened out, and he leaned down, kissing her. When his cock softened, he slowly pulled out of her. As he broke the kiss, he searched her eyes. She looked utterly blissed out, making her look incredibly sexy. “How do you feel? “He asked, feeling concerned. “Really, really good. I’ve never had sex that felt that good.” Mitsuhide smiled, “neither have I.” He smiled and kissed her forehead. “I’m glad you’re satisfied.”

Mitsuhide rolled off of her and pulled the blanket over both of them, not caring that they were both nude. Evelyn turned to face him, and he intertwined his fingers with hers, holding her hand while he held her close as they slept. “Mitsuhide.” His eyes were already closed. “Hm?” She drew circles with her finger on his pectoral. “Thank you.” He opened his eyes and kissed the top of her head. “You are most welcome, little mouse. Now, let us sleep.

Next Chapter

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“You're mine~”

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Mitsuhide × Female Reader [sorry men :( ]

Nsfw writing [Minors dni]

Quickie [pretty much]

872 words total

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Mitsuhide's Estate

You arrived at Mitsuhide's Estate for a quick visit to him. Wanting to convince him not to betray Nobunaga yet due to concerns of him dying. Arriving at the Estate you put your geta's on the floor at the entrance and headed over to Mitsuhide's chamber. You get on your knees and knock on the floor. “Hello Mitsuhide-Dono, I came to visit…may I come in?” It was silent for a moment, before the door opened in front of you.

Mitsuhide was adorned in a pale purple kimono, one with floral decorations.

“Come in, come in…” He took your hand and helped you up onto your legs.

As you went inside, Mitsuhide closed the sliding door behind him and headed to his table, sitting down.

You sat in front of him and criss crossed your legs. Looking over to his papers, you ask a question. “What have you been writing about?” You lean over, looking at the papers, curious.

“letters, I am writing letters. You are quite the nosy one aren't you?” He spoke, his slender hand taking your chin and making you look at him.

“No…I was just curious, but I wanted to talk to you, to give some advice. I don't think it is a good idea to betray nobunaga yet…” You lend that over, getting his attention quickly.

“ Think about it, we are in the middle of a war, I don't want you getting hurt.” After giving your opinion he laughs, making you raise an eyebrow.

“You know, I have been hungry for a lot of things. For this victory, for those survivors that are full of hate. Hungry for letting that man have his final day and learn a lesson. But I am also hungry for something else as well…” He lets go of your chin and instead grabs your hand and pulls you close.

“I am hungry for you, if I am going to die I need to make you know you're mine.” He smiled while speaking, passion in his voice as he spoke.

Your face flushed as he admitted that he was hungry for you. And you knew he wasn't talking about eating your flesh, or eating you alive…

“How about you be good and get onto this table for me.” He demanded of you, and you reluctantly got onto the table.

Mitsuhide took your kimono robe and undid it. Allowing it to fall off your body and onto the table. He then pulled off what covered your vagina, and began to eat you out.

You gasp in reaction to his tongue moving in and out of your vagina. He could have been using his tongue to lick your clitoris, but he got straight to the point. Your hands against the table as you tried your hardest to stay still.

When he pulled away, some of the precum connected to his tongue. It breaks once he pulled away far enough.

“Good girl~” He chuckled, moving upward and kissing your neck.

As he kissed you, he pinned you down onto the table. You couldn't help but moan under his assault on your neck. “M-mitsuhide please…calm down a bit.” You laughed a little bit.

“Do you want me to slow down sweetheart?” He smiled, his toothy smile was seen.

“Yes…I wasn't expecting you to…”

“Want to have sex with you?” he put his hand on your chin, a serious expression.

“Of course, I have been thinking about it for a while, and consider it as a good thing.” He would kiss your neck even more.

You moaned as he kissed your neck, and you kissed his head softly.

“So cute…” He would undo his kimono and undid his underwear.

“Do you…need help getting inside?” You replied to him, looking into his eyes.

“Yes, yes please.” He spoke, getting closer as you both guided his dick inside.

“A-ah fuck” you utter under your breathe as he entered inside of you.

He took a moment before thrusting into your vagina, the sounds of slapping echo the room. “I can rewrite those letters later…Don't worry about it.” He put his hands onto your waist as he went in and out.

You moaned while he groaned during this entanglement. You felt aroused under his body, and felt your body get hot. Tears running down your cheeks as it was hard inside you.

Mitsuhide kisses your tears away as he pleases you with love and passion.

“A-ah~” you let out as he began to thrust harder and faster.

“M-MITSUHIDE! A-a-aah~ that is so good! A-a-a- please don't stop!~~” You're moans filled the room more than his groans.

“G-good~” He chuckled as he held you straight, when he got faster he felt the sweat roll off his face.

“Your sounds are hot” He whispered into your ear, a smirk on his face.

And before you knew it, you both orgasmed together, your back arching as you felt his shaft stay In the same spot, and the semen entering into your uterus. And by that logic, you assumed that you had come too.

He looked into your eyes and kept that damn smirk on his face…proud of this moment…

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Mitsuhide Akechi Masterlist

Mitsuhide Route /Ao3 Link

Mitsuhide Epilogue HC - on hiatus

Entwined - Mitsuhide in modern era AU

Fake Wife - nsfw vignette during the main route when MC pretends to be Mitsuhide's wife

Kitsune in the Kitchen - fluff where Mitsuhide tries to cook

Mitsuhide Rescues his Lover - angst ask

AU WIP Tease . . .

A Moment No More, Continuation - nsfw, angst, fluff

Mitsuhide comforts a depressed MC

Parasol Problems - Mitsuhide (sweet)

Do I Look Silly - Mitsuhide (spicy AND sweet)

Hot Afternoons - Mitsuhide (mostly sweet)

Kitsune on the Slopes - Mitsuhide (spicy AND sweet)

Superstition - Mitsuhide (sweet)

A Moment, No More - Mitsuhide (angst)

Cursed - Mitsuhide (spicy smut!)

Possessive Kiss, Mitsuhide, Spicy

Distracting Kisses, Mitsuhide, Sweet and Spicy

Last Kiss, Mitushide, Surprise Me

Mitsuhide Akechi - Angst/drama - Quiet Night

Mitsuhide - Soul, Clio - great deeds, and Hazel - reunion

Mitsuhide - Mind, Alder - intuition, and Melpomene - tragedy

Mitsuhide - Water, Hawthorn - protection, Urania - heavens/teller of fortunes

Mitsuhide - Earth, Willow - nurturing, Euterpe - delight

Mitsuhide - Soul, Birch - rebirth, and Thalia - humor

Mitsuhide - Fire, Willow - safety, and Polyhymnia - sacred and divine

Mitsuhide - Fire, Ash - divination, and Erato - eroticism

Mitsuhide - Command - 🫠- fluff and light spice

Mitsuhide - Envy 😱 - fluff and light spice

Mitsuhide - Dear -😚- oh so fluffy

Mitsuhide Victory 😎😍 - fluffy!

Mitsuhide + Victory + 😘 - fluff!

Mitsuhide - Never - 😡 - angst and light spice

Snow Globe - a little wintry angst

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Ikemen Sengoku - HC

* - HCs/series with this symbol by the title have had their trigger warning lists updated in co-operation with readers via this survey. The other works may lack certain (all) trigger warnings. all = all suitors available at the time of posting the work

Warlords

Truth Serum: (all warlords)

*Warlords & Summer: (all warlords)

*Warlords having “THE TALK”: (all warlords, minus Motonari and Keiji)

*Warlords reacting to pornbot siege: (all warlords)

Reacting to ff about themselves: (all warlords)

Modern things the warlords would appreciate (all warlords, excluding Kennyo)

What if IkeSen was a Disney movie and ONLY Kenshin wouldn’t sing.

*HC: Bunnies at Work - Kenshin

*x Witch!MC:

Nobunaga Oda + visualisation of MC

Masamune Date

Behind the scenes: Masamune & Nobunaga

Mitsuhide Akechi

Ieyasu Tokugawa (+visualisation of MC in the notes) 

Behind the scenes: Ieyasu & Mitsuhide

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Mitsunari Ishida

Behind the scenes: Hideyoshi & Mitsunari

Kenshin Uesugi

Shingen Takeda

Behind the scenes: Shingen & Kenshin

Yukimura Sanada

Sasuke Sarutobi

Behind the scenes: Yukimura & Sasuke

*The way meeting her changed him… :

Masamune & Mitsuhide

Hideyoshi & Mitsunari

Kennyo & Kyubei

Kenshin & Shingen

* Modern AU Boyfriend:

Mitsuhide

Shingen

Kenshin

Family AU:

Mitsuhide

Hideyoshi

Masamune; Masamune ft. Shogetsu

Kenshin  

If he were to be a parent:

 Masamune

Coming to the future: 

Masamune

Finding the guide:

Mitsuhide, Masamune, Kenshin

Modern AU

Ieyasu, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari

Kenshin & Shingen +mentioned Yukimura

Nobunaga, Mitsuhide

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MC

*MC with/who is...:

Insecure about her body: Kanetsugu

a Chinese contortionist: Nobunaga & Kenshin

Innocent / Kind: Kenshin & Hideyoshi

Insecure about having small breasts: Masamune, Mitsuhide & Kenshin

Very Serious about Pinky Promises: Masamune & Kenshin

Fear of Needles: Masamune & Shingen

Sensory Sensitivity - Food: Masamune

Attention Deficit Disorder: Mitsuhide

Atopic Dermatitis: Masamune, Kenshin, Hideyoshi

Apathetic / Depressed: Masamune, Nobunaga, Ieyasu

Physically Strong: Masamune & Shingen

Loves tuba: Nobunaga, Ieyasu, Shingen,Mitsunari

Conflicted about her passion (swimming): Masamune

Finally snaps: Ieyasu, Hideyoshi, Nobunaga

A prosthetic leg, threatening to boink warlords with it (crack): all warlords, Kennyo excluded

Experiences linguistic brain lags: Nobunaga, Masamune, Yukimura, Shingen

Traumatized after a battle: Masamune, Mitsuhide, Nobunaga

Polish: Hideyoshi, Masamune

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*OTP Prompts

Nobunaga

*Who is not afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Mitsunari

*Who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Ieyasu

*Who has trouble sleeping alone?

Kenshin

*Who says “I love you” more?

Yukimura

*Who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

*Who fusses over takes care of the other when they get ill?

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*Emoji Prompts

Prompts developed in the same post were grouped together.

Mitsuhide

❣️ What makes them blush (...)? 🎇 Are the feelings they have like a whirlwind (...)? 💐 Do they enjoy giving compliments (...)?

🌼 How do they view their significant other? 🌻 Will they do anything for their s/o? 🤧 How far will they go to take care of their sick s/o?

💕 Their future goals in a relationship? 🥰 How often do they stare lovingly at their s/o? 💋 How do they kiss?

Masamune

❣️ What makes them blush? 🎁 What gift would they get their s/o? 💋 How do they kiss?

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NSFW Alphabet

Mitsuhide Akechi (C, F, R, W) (D, E, L, M, V, Z)

Masamune Date  A-Z 

 Kenshin Uesugi (A, F, M, S, X, Y) (C, I, K, J, P, V)

Shingen Takeda (D, J, K) 

Yukimura Sanada (E, I, K, M)

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*Smut Alphabet

Masamune Date (A-Z)

Kenshin Uesugi (A, T, X)

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Fluff Alphabet

Nobunaga Oda (W, Q, L, K)

Mitsuhide Akechi ( A, F, K, M, O, R, Z)

Ieyasu Tokugawa (B, F, K, P, V, W, X)

Masamune Date (E, J, O, T, S, Y)

Shingen Takeda (A, S, E)

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IkeSen Thoughts Playlist (Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, Masamune, Kenshin, Shingen, Kennyo)

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Voyager - Four

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku) x Original Female Character Characters: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku), Eri Davidson (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting (so much flirting), Teasing, Oda Nobunaga is a huge flirt and a huge tease, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Slight Timeskip Near the End

Previous Chapter (Three): Lucky Charm | Next Chapter (Five): The Chatelaine of Azuchi

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Summary:

"Have you any experience managing a household?"

"Lots," she says confidently. "I've been managing my own household for years now."

"And your husband?"

The question catches her off-guard. The bowl of broth in her hand slips slightly. She catches it, setting it down on the table. "I don't have a husband."

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Chapter Four: Journey to Azuchi

The next two days are two of the hardest days of Eri’s life. 

She has never ridden a horse before now, and being thrust into it without any preamble is jarring. She rides with Nobunaga, and even though her only job is to hold on to him to keep from falling, she is always exhausted and sore whenever they stop riding for the night. 

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Date Masamune is the name of the warlord who cooks, Eri has discovered. He is a jovial man, devastatingly handsome with a dashing air that makes Eri think of a Disney prince. There is always an eyepatch covering his right eye, but the remaining, uncovered blue eye is bright with mischief and amusement. 

“Well, I don’t really need the help,” he tells Eri, when she offers to assist him in cooking for the camp that night. “But I won’t turn down an extra set of hands if you’re willing.” 

Gratefully, she nods at him. “I can’t fight,” she explains, “and I can barely even stay on a horse even when I’m not the one doing the work. If you let me help you, it will make me feel less useless.”

“Everyone has their value, Lass,” he says, flashing her a sympathetic smile. “If it weren’t for you saving the Lord’s life, our little caravan would be very different right now. But if helping me cook will make you feel better,” he goes on, “who am I to deny you?”

For the most part, Eri really is just a second set of hands for him. He’s like a whirling dervish as he spins from place to place, stirring a pot here, adding a spice there, frequently checking the soup to make sure it doesn’t boil over or burn. He has a comfortable, easy going way of chatting with her that doesn’t make her feel like she’s being put on the spot. She contemplates this deeply as she helps him distribute the food among the tents. I expected more of them to be weirded out by me, she thinks. But maybe Yasuke-San being here sort of paved the way for them to more willingly accept someone who looks like me without question. 

In truth, it seems most are confused, not about her skin color, but about her motives. Toyotomi Hideyoshi, the warlord with the green armor, has made it abundantly clear that he still does not trust her and he thinks she has some ulterior motive for attaching herself to his Lord. Akechi Mitsuhide - the oily warlord with the golden eyes and white hair - frightens Eri and puts her on edge; he strikes her as the sort of man who is always up to no good. She tries to steer clear of him. 

The absent-minded and studious Ishida Mitsunari is always pleasant to her whenever they interact, but he is often absorbed in various reading material and rarely even notices her. Yasuke is kind and gentle, but very reserved, and a man of few words. 

Even Lord Oda himself has been surprisingly aloof.

She’d worried, the first night he’d summoned her to his tent, when he declared that she would be under his protection. He’d advised her to sleep in his tent that night, and Eri had been terrified that it meant he wanted something physical in return for his protection. She wasn’t sure how long she’d lain there in the corner of his tent, curled into a ball frozen with fear, before he spoke to her. 

“I do not wish to harm you,” he’d said, slight annoyance lacing his voice. “And forcing you would bring me no pleasure.” 

She’d breathed a sigh of relief then, hot tears clinging to her lashes as she closed her eyes. 

Still, traveling this way is unbelievably hard. She is tired from lack of sleep, sore from the riding, and filthy from the dust and dirt they’ve picked up along the roads they’ve ridden. I would sell half my soul right now for a hot bath and a warm, soft bed. 

“Date-San,” she starts, watching him ladle soup into a bowl and place it on a tray for Lord Oda, “how far are we from Azuchi now?” 

The one eyed man considers her question thoughtfully, and she can see him working out time frames in his mind. “I would say perhaps a half-day’s ride,” he answers finally. “If we leave at dawn tomorrow, it’s very likely we’ll reach home before the sun is too high in the sky.”

Relieved at the news, Eri flashes her first genuine smile in days. 

“Well, isn’t that like a ray of sunshine,” Date Masamune chuckles as he finishes arranging the tray of food. “Be careful with this, Lass,” he warns her. “Not only is it hot, but it’s heavy - I’ve got food for both you and Oda-Sama on there.”

She nods, carefully picking up the tray and balancing it in her arms. “Thank you,” she tells him quietly, sincerely. “For the food… and for letting me help.”

“Anytime, Kitten,” he smiles at her. “It’s nice to have the company while I work.” 

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“Oda-Sama,” she calls at the entrance of the tent. The flap is open. “Excuse me, I’m coming in,” she adds, before ducking into the tent. 

He’s where he usually is at this time of day: reclining on his cushions with parchment spread around him, thoroughly engrossed in reading what’s written on the thin, yellowed pieces of paper. 

“I have food for you,” she offers hesitantly. 

“Yes, I see,” he replies, without looking up. “You may set it on the table there.”

She obliges him, then stands off to the side, waiting. 

Sensing her hovering presence, he looks up at her. “Is there something you’re waiting for?”

She shifts from one foot to the other. “Well, it just seems rude to start eating without you,” she starts. “And you should eat while it’s still warm.”

He raises one dark eyebrow at her, but says nothing, instead turning his attention back to the document in his hand. 

“Fine,” she mumbles, moving over to the table to sit. “Itadakimasu,” she says softly, before separating the food on the tray.

She is halfway through her meal when he seats himself across from her at the table. Surprised, Eri looks up at him. 

“Perhaps it’s still a little warm… hm?” He isn’t smiling as he looks at her, but the usual harshness with which he speaks to her is gone. He clasps his hands together. “Itadakimasu.”

They eat together in silence for a few minutes. Eri sneaks glances at him every once in a while, trying to guess what he’s thinking. 

“Valerie.” His voice startles her, and she jumps. 

“Yes,” she says uncertainly, looking up at him. 

He seems to be contemplating her. “What sort of skills do you have?”

What kind of question is that? 

“Skills?” She shakes her head. “Well, back home… where I’m from, I’m a teacher. I teach small children to read and write. I teach them about shapes and colors, and animals as well.” 

He looks at her with interest. “Is that so? Do you enjoy it?”

“Very much,” she answers immediately. “I’m not… exceptionally skilled at a lot of things. Just average at most things. But I enjoy what I do, and I love the children that I work with.”

He accepts this quietly with a nod. “Have you any experience managing a household?”

“Lots,” she says confidently. “I’ve been managing my own household for years now.”

“And your husband?”

The question catches her off-guard. The bowl of broth in her hand slips slightly. She catches it, setting it down on the table. “I don’t have a husband.”

Curiously, he stares openly at her. “Are you not of childbearing age?”

Heat flares in her chest. “Isn’t that an inappropriate thing to ask?” The question comes out sharper than she intends. 

Her question - and her obvious anger - seem to confuse him. “I merely wish to understand,” he tells her with a shrug. “I know nothing of the customs where you’re from. It occurred to me that perhaps the reason you were in the temple at Honno-ji was to escape some fate that you were not happy with.”

The statement makes her hesitate. “I don’t have a husband,” she repeats firmly, after a few seconds have passed. 

He looks as though he wants to press the issue more. He opens his mouth to speak again, but seems to change his mind. 

“I’m not exceptionally skilled at many things,” Eri says again, her eyes on her bowl and her hands folded in her lap. “But I’m a hard worker, and a fast learner.”

He nods. “When we arrive at Azuchi castle, I plan to make you my chatelaine.” 

What the hell is a chatelaine? Briefly, she looks away, her eyes searching for her purse. A quick Google search will tell me— The train of thought stops in its tracks when she remembers that her cell phone will most certainly not work in Sengoku Japan. 

She sighs. 

“Does the thought displease you that much?” He’s raising those dark eyebrows at her again, a challenge in his tone. 

“It isn’t that,” she admits. “I’m just not quite sure what a chatelaine is.”

“The Lady of the house,” he tells her. “Azuchi has not had one in many, many years.”

Confused, she shakes her head. “Isn’t that the sort of responsibility the actual Lady of the house would get?”

“I have no wife,” Lord Oda says simply. “And I have no plans to take one anytime soon. You will be the chatelaine of Azuchi castle. I will have Mitsunari explain to you what that entails.” That air of finality is in his voice again, and Eri bites back another sigh. 

She isn’t sure what kind of misalignment to the stars caused her current predicament. And she isn’t sure those same stars have any plans to re-align themselves and set things right so she can get back home. As much as she would like to protest this decision of the stern, cold warlord in front of her, she remembers that she is essentially at his mercy. 

At least until I can figure out what happened and whether or not there’s a possibility I’ll get sent back to my time. For now, being the chatelaine of Oda Nobunaga’s castle at Azuchi is my safest bet. 

“Alright,” she says finally. “Understood.”

***

True to Date Masamune’s words, the caravan arrives at Azuchi castle town in less than a half-day’s ride. There is a welcoming party at the gates of the castle, waiting to bestow well-wishes on Lord Oda and his vassals. Eri notes with interest the crowd of women that gather around and fawn over Toyotomi-San. He seems to be quite popular with the ladies. 

“Mitsunari will have a room prepared for you,” the Lord of Azuchi castle tells her as they dismount. “See him for your needs.” 

It’s as much of a dismissal as any, and as he turns away from her, Eri looks around for the warlord in question. She finds him near Toyotomi-San, in the thick of the crowd of admirers cooing over the tall warlord in green. Eri stands off to the side, unwilling to insert herself into the chaos. 

“There’s always a crowd of hens around that one, waiting their turn to peck at him.” The voice in her ear startles her, and she whirls around to find herself face-to-face with Akechi Mitsuhide. “If you want to talk to them, you’ll have to push your way in.” 

She looks up at him, trying to keep her face schooled into a neutral expression. This may be unfair of me, she thinks to herself, but the man makes me uncomfortable. “Thank you, Akechi-San,” she offers politely, bowing and turning slightly away from him, hoping her body language conveys her desire for him to keep moving and not try to prolong conversation with her. 

“Anything for the savior of my Liege Lord.” He flashes her a cryptic smile, and much to her relief, moves on. 

“My lady, is there something you need?” Yasuke-San has materialized in front of her, his kind face a welcome sight. 

“I was just… waiting to talk to Ishida-San,” she tells the quiet man, her eyes on the scene in front of her. “But it seems like he’s busy,” she adds with a laugh. She turns to look back at him. “Do all of the warlords live at Azuchi?” 

“Oh, no.” He shakes his head. “Most have their own, smaller estates nearby. Close enough to be present at Azuchi for Oda-Sama’s daily councils, but far enough to have their own households.”

Eri nods, looking up at the gorgeous castle in front of them. “It’s a beautiful place,” she remarks. 

“That it is.” He pauses for a moment, seeming to contemplate something. “Oda-Sama may seem like a cold, unfeeling man,” he says quietly, “but he is a good man and a fair Lord. You have nothing to fear under his care.” 

She absorbs his words, chewing on her lower lip thoughtfully. “If you don’t mind me asking,” she starts, “what is it like living in this place, with the color of your skin being different from everyone else’s?”

The question seems to surprise him, and she can see that he’s taking a minute to really and truly consider it. “I came to Azuchi three years ago,” he tells her. “No one was used to seeing people with my skin color here. When I arrived, it caused quite a spectacle. People crowded around to see the tall, dark-skinned samurai. I felt like traveling entertainment. Even now,” he goes on thoughtfully, “I think some don’t know what to make of me. They’ve gotten used to seeing me around, and they respect that I’m in Oda-Sama’s service, but they are still curious. They still stare, and some still ask intrusive, uncomfortable questions.”

Eri nods, understanding exactly how he feels. “And what about the other warlords? Do they treat you any differently?”

“No,” he answers immediately, flashing her a kind smile. “Oda-Sama is a fair, reasonable man. As such, he has chosen fair, reasonable men to be in his service. Toyotomi-San was suspicious of me at first, much as he has been of you… but that comes from his undying loyalty to his Lord, and does not reflect on you as a person. He will warm up to you once he sees you mean his Lord no harm.” 

She breathes a sigh of relief. “That makes me feel much better.”

He nods at her. “When you’ve been settled in Azuchi,” he starts, “please send word. My wife is foreign as well, and would love to entertain the company of another lady. I’m sure she would enjoy having you over for tea.”

“I would like that,” Eri smiles back. 

He bows to her politely before taking his leave, and as she watches him go, Eri thinks to herself that she may have just made her first friend in the Sengoku period.

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A Letter from Mitsuhide

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Little mouse,

Where have you scampered off to? I wasn’t finished playing with you yet, and now I’ve found myself in the predicament of being unaccompanied. Shame on you for wiggling free from the sanctions of my grasp. Lest I recall drifting off into a slumber, soothed by the squeaks you pipped out as you peacefully doze. One can only inquire how it’s possible you were even able to utter such sweet sounds, since surely I assumed that beautiful voice was lost after I brought you to climax for the third time in a row last evening.

Your moans were especially becoming as I satisfied my ravenous appetite on the taut of your breast. The way you squirmed as you found your peak, made me very eager to begin my quest down south. My fingers immediately felt the aftermath from my frolic of your chest, and pressed inside of you with ease while dancing around. It didn’t take long for me to push you over the edge, because you came, and you came hard.

Overcome with a burning desire to taste the result my labors of love had left, I barely spared a moment to register those heavenly cries, since my tongue was driven to lick away your nectar until you were once more dry. I was pleased by the begs filled with desperation, as you clutched onto my hair every time my nose grinded against the bud of your womanhood. I’m still aghast your robust screams didn’t wake anyone in the castle, when you’re bucking against my tongue allowed you to reach your final release.  

Do indeed hurry back, little mouse. This recollection has caused me a level of discomfort that can only be alleviated in a way you are best equipped at performing.

Mitsuhide Akechi

[aquagirl1978]

Hen Party - Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader (Ikemen Sengoku)

A/N: This is part of the Summer of Smut 3.0 Content Creation Challenge hosted by @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore. I also want to congratulate my very dear friend @redheadkittys on her recent engagement - I hope you enjoy this early wedding gift with your favorite suitor.

Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader

Prompt: Summertime strip tease

Warnings: NSFW; Minors - DNI

“Please tell me that you do not plan on denying your husband tonight.” His lips were against your ear, his breath fire against your skin, as he pulled your back tight against his chest. 

“That’s soon-to-be husband,” you corrected with a smile, twisting in his arms to face him. 

“Nevertheless...” He traced the outline of your lips with the tip of his finger causing you to slightly shudder in his arms. “You’ll be away from me this weekend with your friends at your party.” His gaze flicked to your long, slender neck. “I need to be certain that others are aware you are...” He dipped his head to your neck, dragging his teeth across your skin. “Taken.” 

Mitsuhide hooked a finger under the sheer fabric of your nightgown, and as he began to slide the silky material over your shoulder, an idea began to brew in your brain. Lifting his hand, you took a step back, away from him, as his face fell with disappointment. 

“Still denying your husband, I see,” he frowned. 

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you gazed into his golden eyes. Taking a seat on the edge of your shared futon, you tugged at the fabric of your nightgown, allowing the silk to slip off your shoulder.  

“No more denying my husband.” With a flick of your wrist, you shrugged your other shoulder free of the material covering it. Your nightgown now pooled in your lap, you watched Mitsuhide’s gaze fall to your chest, where your breasts were bared for him to admire. 

Your hand casually fell to your thigh, your fingers dragging the material up your leg, revealing smooth skin just begging to be touched, licked and kissed. “My neck’s not the only place you can leave your marks.” 

His eyes narrowed, partly in disbelief, as if he was waiting for you to remove the candy dangling before his face. But when you didn’t move from the bed, he pounced. 

He climbed atop you; his body cool against yours. “Little mouse,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours as his hand massaged your breast. “This is a tempting offer.” He brought his mouth to the soft curve of your neck, savoring your scent before his tongue tasted your sweet skin. “And not one your husband can refuse.” 

Mitsuhide took his time exploring your body, leaving a constellation of marks across your skin as your body writhed under his ministrations, moans of pleasure slipping from your lips. Your neck, your shoulders, your breasts, your thighs all were covered with bright pink blooms, signs of affection from your lover.   

“Are you satisfied now?” you asked breathlessly as Mitsuhide gazed approvingly at your body. 

“Just one more,” he whispered as he brought your wrist to his lips. His tongue tickled your skin before he dragged his teeth across your sensitive pulse point. You sighed happily as he left biting kisses sure to leave a mark. He placed a sweet kiss when he was done, soothing your delicate skin.  

You traced the fresh mark with your fingertip, a soft smile spreading on your lips. You were proud to wear these marks. Marks that showed the love Mitsuhide had for you; marks that showed you belonged to him. That weekend, he might not physically be there with you, but he was there with you in your heart and soul and body. Always. 

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[writingwhimsey]

Hiii I saw the following celebrationn so i just had to ask for ikesen Mitsuhide only one bed and smut (i am over 18) honestly would live it if it’s their first time so like cute feelings but ofc you are the writer 😁

Sorry it has taken me so long to get to this ask. I've had a shit ton of stuff going on irl. I still have a few more to get to in this celebration, but I want to thank you all for your support for hanging in there with me during all of these crazy ups and downs.

Here we are Mitsuhide and one bed smut...with a modern AU twist. Hope you enjoy!

18+ content, female reader, PIV, fingering, oral female receiving

A Business Trip turns Personal

I sighed as I arrived at the hotel with my business partner, Mitsuhide Akechi. We had been traveling for work and were due to head home when a sudden storm hit. So we had no choice but to pull into the first hotel we could find and hope we could wait out the storm for the night.

“We are gonna get soaked, even if we had umbrellas.” I said as we sat in the car. “The weatherman said we were supposed to have clear skies.”

“It seems they get wrong more often than they get right.” Mitsuhide replied. “We’ll just have to make a run for it. I’ve parked as close as we can.”

I nodded. “Alright.”

We got out of the car, making a mad dash for the front door. I was surprised when Mitsuhide caught up to me, taking his coat off and holding it over the both of us to try and provide some level of protection against the hard rain. Though this did require us to be rather close together… which had my heart racing. I’d be lying if I were to say that I didn’t find Mitsuhide attractive.

Once we made it inside the hotel lobby, Mitsuhide was bringing his jacket down. We were both still rather soaked, but at least our heads were mostly dry. A sweet old lady was sitting behind the front desk. “Oh you poor dears.” She greeted us. “Got caught in the storm.”

“Yes, we were on our way home from a business trip.” Mitsuhide explained.

“I see. Well you are in luck. We have one last room available.” The woman replied, grabbing her book and the key for us.

“Only one room?” I asked.

“That won’t be a problem, will it dearest?” Mitsuhide said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I was stunned as I looked up at him. “M-Mitsuhide…”

He winked at me as he signed the guest book and took the key. The old lady behind the desk smiled and winked at me. “You two are so cute. Enjoy your stay.”

We were then heading away from the front desk and down the hall, Mitsuhide leading me to the room indicated by the number on the key. “Mitsuhide, w-what…”

“She said they only had one room.” Mitsuhide replied with a shrug. “And she seemed to be mistaken. It seemed easier to go along with it than to worry about anything.”

I just hope there’s two beds. I thought. Being close to Mitsuhide like this was bad enough on my heart. I had always thought Mitsuhide was attractive…every woman in our department did… and they were all jealous of me when I got put on this project with Mitsuhide.

But of course, just like the plot of some romance novel, when we arrived at the room, there was only one bed. Okay all the girls at the office are gonna kill me if this ever gets out.

“Oh look at that only one bed.” Mitsuhide said, his voice sounding rather sly.

I looked up at him. “There’s a couch there, I can sleep on that…”

“Nonsense.” Mitsuhide replied. “What kind of man would make a woman sleep on the couch. I can take it.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to you, though.” I replied.  I then let out a sigh. “Well, we are both adults. It’s no different than if I were on a roadtrip with one of my girlfriends.”

“See, we can work through this.” Mitsuhide said, giving me a cheshire grin.

Something about that smile made my heart flutter. “Well….uh I think I’m going to go grab a shower and change in the bathroom real quick.” 

“Good idea.” Mitsuhide said. “You don’t want to catch a cold.”

Well, if you keep looking at me like that I’m going to need a cold shower. I thought before heading into the bathroom. Even though I was the one who said we could share the bed… this was so completely different from being on a road trip with one of my girlfriends.

I ended up taking a rather cool shower, trying to calm my racing heart. I changed into a t-shirt and clean underwear before heading back into the room. Mitsuhide had dried off and changed into some casual clothes…looked like a t-shirt and boxers…was I really seeing him in his underwear? To be fair…I mean I was in just a t-shirt and my underwear too.

“Ah, did you enjoy your shower?” Mitsuhide asked.

“Uh…yeah.” I replied, suddenly self conscious about my pajamas. We’d been traveling and staying in hotels for so long now…but we’d each had our own rooms.

Mitsuhide sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him. “Come, we should probably be getting some rest.”

“Right.” I replied as I made my way over to the bed. I mechanically sat down on the bed, my back to Mitsuhide. 

“You are not going to get much sleep if you don’t lay down.” Mitsuhide said.

“I…uh…”

“Nor if you cannot relax.” Mitsuhide said. I could hear him moving on the bed behind me and then his lips were at my ear. “Perhaps I should help you.”

I shivered and shot up. “Mitsuhide…what…”

Mitsuhide smiled at me. “I was merely thinking I could give you a massage.” He said, his voice far too innocent yet not at all. “I do know my way around the human body. Allow my hands to work magic for you.”

“I mean…a massage might…be nice.” I said. “But…I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“It would be my pleasure.” Mitsuhide said, his long graceful fingers grasping mine and gently pulling until I was sitting back on the bed. He was sitting behind me and then his hands were on my shoulders, gently kneading my muscles.

“This…does feel nice.” I admitted.

“See, I knew I could make you feel good.” Mitsuhide said, his tone rather suggestive as his breath washed over the nape of my neck.

My breath hitched and my heart rate picked up. “Uhm…Mitsuhide…”

Mitsuhide was leaning in, his nose was running along the side of my neck. “Yes…” He replied, his voice husky.

“W-what…what are you doing? I mean…this isn’t…exactly relaxing…me…”

“Hmm, then perhaps you would like this?” Mitsuhide asked as his lips began to kiss along the side of my neck.

I felt electric thrills running through my body from his touch. “I…I think…I am… feeling quite… the opposite…a little…worked up…”

“Then that means my plan is working.”

I turned my head and was face to face with Mitsuhide’s gorgeous amber eyes, which were holding a barely concealed desire. “I…”

Mitsuhide’s slender fingers were beneath my chin, tilting my head ever so slightly and then his lips were on mine. My body responded of its own accord, my lips molding to his as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

When we broke the kiss, I was breathless. “Mitsuhide…”

He smiled at me as he lowered me back on the mattress and hovered over me. “I had been hoping that we could get this lucky to be alone like this.”

“You…have?” I asked.

“Yes, I was rather pleased when we were paired for this project. I have been attracted to you for a long time.”

Before I could respond his lips were on mine once again. My lips parted of their own accord as his tongue slipped inside to caress my own. Mitsuhide just admitted to having wanted me and we were really here…and he was really kissing me.

Mitsuhide broke the kiss again, looking at me with an achingly tender smile. “If you do not want this just say so and we’ll end the night here.”

“I…I do want it.” I said. “I want you.”

Mitsuhide kissed me again, his hand sliding up under the hem of my shirt and teasing over my bare flesh. Our kiss quickly became passionate as Mitsuhide began to remove my clothes. His eyes drank in my form in the most gratifying of ways.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” He told me, his long graceful fingers stroking my skin.

“You’ve…imagined?”

Mitsuhide grinned at me. “You are a beautiful woman. I would be insane to not notice you or not think of you or imagine what this moment would be like…and it’s not as if you haven’t had similar thoughts about me?” He added this last part with a teasing smile before taking his shirt off.

He was then reaching for my hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss my fingertips before resting my hand on his chest. “Feel free to touch me as much as you like.”

I ran my hands over his body, feeling every line and muscle as I did. Mitsuhide shivered deliciously under my touch. He was leaning back down to cover me in kisses as I continued to run my hands over his body. I let out a moan when Mitsuhide’s lips enclosed one of my nipples, sucking even as he flicked the peak with his tongue.

“M-Mitsu…hide…” I moaned.

His hands were moving over my curves, fingertips tracing delicately over my most sensitive places. I gasped when his wandering hands found their way between my thighs, fingers stroking my sensitive bud before sliding back and slipping between my folds.

“You’re so wet already…” Mitsuhide cooed as he came back over me, his fingers still working me.

“I…ngh…Mitsuhide…” I moaned as the waves of pleasure washed over me. 

“The sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath me…you’re simply irresistible.” 

I moaned and arched my back as his long fingers continued to work me. Just as I was about to fall over the edge, Mitsuhide withdrew his fingers. I let out a whimper at the sudden loss of stimulation.

“Mitsuhide…why…” I pouted up at him.

He grinned at me. “Don’t worry, I intend to take care of you.” He told me before moving once again. The next thing I knew, my thighs were resting on his shoulders and Mitsuhide’s head was between my legs. His lips descended upon my heat, tongue snaking out to flick my bud.

“Ah…ngh…” I moaned as the pleasure washed over me once more.

I could feel the coil winding tighter in my lower belly as Mitsuhide performed gymnastics with his tongue. Stroke after stroke, twisting and teasing…the coil winding ever tighter. My back arched and my thighs began to tremble as a powerful orgasm washed over me, Mitsuhide remained between my thighs, his tongue drawing out my release.

I was still trembling and sensitive as I began to descend from my high. Mitsuhide was kissing up the front of my body. “You taste…delicious.” He told me as he was now directly over me once again.

I shivered as I looked into his eyes, burning with desire, lips still glistening with the proof of my release. “I…I wouldn’t know…” I replied.

Mitsuhide grinned. “Well you should…” He was then capturing my lips with his, his tongue diving into my mouth, allowing me to taste my own desire.

I moaned into the kiss as I wrapped my arms around him and pressed myself close. Mitsuhide’s hands moved over my curves once again, pinching and fondling my breasts before tracing patterns over my lower belly.

He was grinning as he broke the kiss. “I hope you know…I am just getting started with you, my dear little mouse.”

I didn’t even know when he had slid his boxers off, but they were gone and the next thing I knew, he was sliding inside of me, causing me to gasp and moan. I wrapped my arms and my legs around Mitsuhide, drawing him in for a kiss. I was in for the longest and most pleasurable evening of my life.

[yukina-otome]

[ikeromantic]

A Moment, No More Continuation

This was written as a kofi commission for @nellzzz and she has graciously allowed me to share it here ^_^ Approx. 2800 words continuing the scene from A Moment No More, if MC had not slapped Mitsuhide and left. Very spicy!

The Azuchi castle baths were cold this time of night, and blessedly empty. Mitsuhide didn’t bother with a lantern. He filled a tub and shed his clothes. The cold water cleared his head as he sank down into it. With sand and fragrant herbs, he scrubbed his skin pink. He wanted to be clean, inside and out. But some filth couldn’t wash away so easily.

There was blood on his hands that no bath could remove. He was a man fated to live in darkness. To take on himself the tasks that better men could not do. It had never hurt so much before to acknowledge this … and yet. For her he wished …

Mitsuhide lay back in the water and closed his eyes. Burnished gold dimmed and hidden. His hair spread behind him like a soft cloud of pale silk. He tried to ease his grief, to forget it. To float, untouched by deep emotion. But a warm glow grew at the corners of his vision, banishing that inner darkness.

His eyes opened as he realized it was lantern light.

“Mitsuhide.” Her face hung over his, a study of light and shadows. Loose hair cascaded down her back, curling at her collarbone.

It was a dream made into life. And a joke. A taunt. He told himself to sit up. Say something sharp, witty. Cruel. Then she would leave and he would be alone. Again. He didn’t move, didn’t speak.

He could feel her eyes like a physical touch, the faintest trace of warmth as they slid from his face to his bare chest, his exposed belly, the delicate trace of hair that led down from his belly button. His breath trembled - and hers did too.

Fingers as soft as fine spun silk settled on his cheek, her thumb smoothing a drop of water from his skin. Her lips parted. And Mitsuhide damned all gods and demons as he sat up and kissed her. She was hot to the touch, like embracing the flame. Like holding to the sun.

For one moment he was blessed. And then she pushed away from him. Her eyes were wide with surprise. Her breath came in gasps. “You kissed me!”

He wanted very much to do it again. He could see all of her now. The thin, damp cloth of her gown clung to her like a second skin. He could see every curve and valley of her body and he ached to trace paths on it with his fingertips. With his tongue.

“What did you think, little mouse, when you stumbled on me bathing? Did you enjoy the view?” He tried to purr the words, smooth and in control, but they rasped from his throat with need.

“I …” She looked away. Her hands curled into little fists at her sides.

“Admit it. Tell me you like what you see.” He stood, letting the water cascade down him. The droplets were cold on his now fevered skin. “Tell me, and I promise you I will show you so much more.”

Slowly, she turned to face him again, her cheeks flushed, eyes hot and full of shadowed promise. “What if I do?” The words trembled in the air between them, heavy with equal parts desire and loathing. 

Mitsuhide took her chin in his hand. He could feel her breath on his lips as he leaned close. “You should run, little mouse.”

She did not run. Her lips met his, slow this time, tentative. Her fingers tangled in his damp hair. 

A tremor ran down Mitsuhide’s spine. A slight scrape of teeth, the press of her tongue demanding entry. The slight sour tang of tea, a faint sweetness. A slow, building warmth like coals given fresh kindling.

Mitsuhide lifted her into the bath, relishing her gasp as she sank into the cold water with him. 

She clung to him, pressed close along the length of his body. Her breasts crushed against his chest, soft but for the hard little pebbles of her nipples. Her skin was silk, smooth, feverish-hot. 

He fell back, taking her with him, pulling her onto his lap. Mitsuhide broke their kiss to blaze a path down her throat. He bit gently at the line of her collar bone, his tongue and teeth marking lines on the rise of her breasts.  

The sound she made sent a spike of aching heat through Mitsuhide’s chest, through his groin. She tried to bite it back, to hold it in, but that only made him want to hear more. His hand slid down her hip, across the sloping plain of her low belly. He cupped her soft mound, his thumb making little circles on her tender skin.

She rocked against him, her body begging for more, for his touch. 

A distant part of his mind demanded he stop, stop here and now before this went too far. Mitsuhide silenced it, pushing away the spike of shame he felt as his lithe fingers parted her cleft to stroke the delicate pearl at the core of her. This was not a betrayal, he told himself. She wanted him. And he . . . would not give voice to the warmth in his chest nor the gentleness of his touch.

Mitsuhide shut his thoughts down until there was only the sense of her skin on his, the heat of her inner flesh against his hand, her lips on his. He lived from ragged breath to breath, in just the narrow space of this stolen moment. 

His fingers found her rhythm, a frantic pace, a beat in time with her galloping pulse. Her moans became impossible to mask, though she bit his shoulder and used his mouth to muffle them. With each delicate flicker of his calloused fingertips, she trembled and tensed. A keening came from deep in her throat. Her thighs tightened around his hips as she pressed against him. 

And then it was his turn to gasp. She rolled her hips forward, rising a little off him. The cool bath water rushed in to fill the space between them, but only for a breath. A heartbeat. She surged against him and the water was replaced by her heat, searing down his shaft as she impaled herself on him. His full length was sheathed in her as deep as he could go. 

For a moment, she looked down at him, her eyes bright with victory, wide with hunger, hot with desire. And all he could do was stare up at her in awe, lost in her eyes and the silken fire of her. The moment broke as she arched, shuddering. Her climax reached. Her nails gouged his shoulders and back. The broken, desperate gasp of pleasure burst from her throat, louder, as Mitsuhide answered her desire with his own.

His hands went to her hips. Steadying her, holding her against him as he pulled back, thrust deep, driving into her again and again. Mitsuhide’s reason was gone, his cunning and wit, lost. He wanted and he took everything she was willing to give. Bliss came in waves, a tide that pushed them higher. Behind his eyelids, cascades of light pulsed in time to the beat of her trembling form. 

Slowly, they went still. Holding each other as if to let go would mean death. Their breath came in panting gasps. Mitsuhide tasted copper and salt. He probed his lip, where her teeth had bit down hard enough to break skin. He smiled, reaching to push damp hair from her cheek.

She studied his expression, something moving in the deeps of her eyes, vast and hungry, insatiable. She kissed his bloodied lips and then pulled away. 

Mitsuhide reached for her. His hands moving before his mind processed the intent. “Wait.”

“I’ve been gone too long already.” She splashed out of the tub and onto the wood floor, peeling her wet robe off and throwing it down in disgust. “Is there something here I can slip on?”

He could not help but admire the curve of her hip, the gleam of her skin in the lamp light. He could see the red blooms of his love-bites across her chest and neck. “I think you will need more of a cover than that.” Mitsuhide lifted himself from the bath. “The easiest lie is the one closest to the truth.”

She snorted. “You would be an expert on lying.” Still, she watched him expectantly.

“Are you going back to your room? Or Hideyoshi’s?”

“Mine.”

Her answer eased a tightness in his chest he hadn’t realized was there. “Then it’s simple. You tripped and landed in dirt. You came here to wash off.” He handed her one of the bath cloths. “But you forgot a change of clothes, because it wasn’t planned.” 

She held the bath cloth up. “Am I supposed to run back to my room in this?”

“No - just to the maids’ area. It’s closer. They will give you a robe. Just be sure to keep your chest and neck covered.” Mitsuhide could not keep the smile from his face.

“You left a mark on me?” She looked down and her eyes went wide. “Oh. My. God. I look like I lost a fight with an octopus!” 

Mitsuhide traced the edge of one red-speckled bruise. “But it was more fun than that, I think.”

She slapped his hand away and began to wrap herself with care. “It . . . it was. But -” She fixed him with a glare. “This was a one-time thing. A hook-up. Like Tinder, ok? Never again.”

“Never?” He couldn’t keep the heat from his gaze, though he did his best to hide the tenderness he felt. The soft, vulnerable flesh of his heart. 

“Never. And this - it never really happened. No one hears about it. Promise?” 

He knew it was cruel, but his smile turned sharp. “There is a price for kept secrets.”

“Mitsuhide! This - it implicates you too! Come on!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

“I have nothing to hide. I am not ashamed of what we shared.” He lifted his fingers to his lips and licked them slowly. “I can still taste you on me. Smell you on my skin.” Her cheeks flushed as he spoke, and he did not miss the slight shiver that dimpled her skin. “But you . . . you want to hide this from Hideyoshi.”

She hung her head. “It would kill him to know about this.”

The words came unbidden to his lips, barely a breath. “Do you love him?”

“Yes.”

Nausea welled up in Mitsuhide’s gut. A burning bile, an acid that ate at him. Jealousy, guilt, lust . . . love. Love cut him as surely as an enemy’s sword. “I will keep your secret. But you must promise me something as well.” A foolish request, but men in love were always fools.

“What do you want?” Her tone was wary.

“Nothing much. Your time, should I ask for it. Your help occasionally. I was going to ask you anyway. I need an assistant to work through correspondence with me. So this will do nicely. I am guaranteed your silence on the contents of those missives, and I promise you my silence as well.”

She regarded him with suspicion, well-deserved of course. Then she nodded. “Fine. But it’s just business. Got it?”

“On my honor.” 

Mitsuhide helped her tuck the edges of the thick fabric, and smeared her gown with mud. Then sent her on her way. 

The next day at the Oda council, she had a high-necked kimono and let her hair down. Her hands stayed tucked in her sleeves and though she only gave him a cursory nod as she sat down beside Hideyoshi, Mitsuhide could feel her looking at him throughout the meeting. Watching from under her lashes. 

Mitsuhide pretended to ignore her. It helped ease the sharp stab of guilt he felt as he exchanged easy smiles and banter with Hideyoshi. 

Hideyoshi, who kept reaching over to touch his ‘sis’ - to pat her head, to smooth her clothes, to rest his fingertips on her arm. As if some part of him knew she’d transgressed, that her skin hid the marks of another lover and he sought to wipe them away with these gentle strokes.

She felt it too - the guilt. Leaning into Hideyoshi’s touches, smiling up at him. Always smiling. Lacing her fingers with his. One of her fingernails was jagged where she’d dug it into his back the night before. The wound still stung.

Golden eyes met amber across the chamber. A tension hummed between them, though only one of them knew why. 

Mitsuhide bowed his head, breaking the connection. His silver locks hung over his face, hiding his expression. When he looked up, his mask was back in place. Smile, wide and sharp. Eyes hard. 

The council ended and he fled her presence like mist before the morning sun. He hadn’t even remembered to request her assistance from Nobunaga. 

“Is something wrong,” Kyubei asked later that day, when he found his lord in the garden, staring emptily at the sweep of sand and pebbles on the walkway.

“No.” Said more harshly than his vassal deserved. Then, more kindly, “What do you think it feels like to go mad?”

Kyubei’s eyes grew wide. “My lord, do you think -”

“It is simple curiosity. Preparation, should I ever need to travel in that guise,” Mitsuhide quickly reassured him.

His vassal nodded slowly, considering. “I imagine . . . it is like being swept aside in a flood. Taken by thoughts and ideas that are not your own. Or . . . no. Perhaps they are too much your own. Influenced by passions instead of verity.”

Mitsuhide nodded. “Excellent. Yes. That was such a good answer that I find myself wanting to give you the afternoon to yourself. Go. Have a drink. Find a woman.” He waved Kyubei off. “You earned it.”

“But, my lord, we have so much work-”

“It will wait.” There was no disobedience when his eyes held that fey gleam. 

Alone again, Mitsuhide sat and watched the shadows on the ground. The ponderous shapes of clouds. The frantic fluttering of leaves. He felt fevered. Sick. His skin too hot, clothes too rough. He hungered, but not for food. He thirsted for a liquor other than wine. Guilt lay on his shoulders but it did little too smother the flame in his chest. 

I never should have touched her, he thought. For once tasted, he could only want more. 

The crunch of footsteps, made him turn. Timid steps, halting. A new servant? 

She stood awkwardly on the garden path. 

“Why are you here?” Mitsuhide stood and closed the distance between them. He tried to believe the fire in his veins was wrath, though he knew better. 

“You said . . . I should be your assistant?” Her head tilted so she could meet his gaze. 

Mitsuhide swallowed, reining in the passions that threatened to engulf him. “I did. When I ask for you. But I haven’t asked.” He let a fingertip touch her chin. Her skin was a balm to his flesh. He traced the line of her jaw to her earlobe. He remembered the way she gasped when he bit it. Her breath hot on his cheek. 

“I -” She licked her lips. “I made a mistake.” A tremor went through her as he drew a line lightly down her throat. 

“Little mouse.”

She started to turn away, pulling back. “I shouldn’t have come. This was stupid. Stupid.”

“Stop.” He grabbed her wrist. He didn’t need to pull.

Her body folded against his, fitting as if she belonged there. Her fingers curled in his hair as she pulled his face down to hers. Kissing him. 

Something bright and as golden as his eyes shot through Mitsuhide as her arms held him close. “I knew you couldn’t stay away.”

“I should,” she said, her voice rough and low. 

“But you won’t.” Mitsuhide lifted her, felt the way her weight rested against his chest and hips. He wanted her now. Here, in his garden, here beside the bed of blossoming bellflowers. 

Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into his back. She let out a shivered breath. “Don’t tell Hideyoshi. Please.” 

“I won’t tell, unless you do.” His smile was bittersweet as he pressed her back against the garden wall. Into the shadows of the trees, where only dappled light could reveal them. Pain and pleasure in equal measure, he thought, as he untied her obi and bared her skin for his lips and teeth and tongue. It was more than a man like him deserved. 

In the light, she would belong to Hideyoshi. But here, in the dark and quiet spaces, he would give her all. His flesh. His heart. His soul. And he would take whatever love she could give him, bloodstained and damned bastard that he was. 

[lorei-wrote]

Ikemen Sengoku - One Shots - Romantic / Character Studies - Mitsuhide Akechi

*To protect (kinda?),  Questions & Answers

*The Game

*The song about Princess and The Fox

*High & Low (song prompt)

*Personal Space (song prompt)

*Emotional

*How to Bathe a Fox

*Gentle Hands

*Fairy Tales for Bedtime: White Fox Spirit - Mitsuhide

*Unreasonable

*Detective

*The Divide

*My Sun & Stars (smut)

*Questions of Dreams (smut)

*Radio Call: The Original

*Midday Mirage

*Four Walls 

*White Mice

*Different Shapes of a Family

*Where a pigeon lays

*Imagine...

*Winds in Wisteria

*Envoy!; (song prompt)

*Lights of Labyrinth

*Burn in Supernova

*Miss Fortune