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spei-sidus · 1 year ago

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You Taste Better Than Peaches

Rating: Explicit

No Archive Warnings

Usagi, now 18, asks Motoki out and is rejected. After she flees his birthday party, she stops in an alleyway to cry, until Tuxedo Kamen swoops in and shares with her a night neither of them will forget; however, since neither one will discuss their agenda for the Ginzuishou, they know this one night together will be their last. First Season Reveal AU

Prompts used:

Dirty talk, "Shhhh", Desserts, "You taste delicious", Hot Mess, "I love it when you...", Three's company, Hips, "Drown between your thighs", Holding back, I won't say I'm in love, Peaches, Sweat, "You're wearing too many clothes", "That's the beauty of a secret", Caught in the act, “Come south of the border with me”

Chapter 1

“What’re you doing, Odango Atama?”

“Shhhh!”

Mamoru edged over to the doorway where Usagi was hovering. “You know it’s impolite to stare, right?”

“I’m not staring!” She was gathering courage for what she was about to do. It was time to ask Motoki out on a date. She’d waited forever for this day. She was eighteen now and ready to confess her feelings. She was forcing herself to set aside her feelings for Tuxedo Kamen. It’s been four years and he was still posturing as a potential enemy. The girls would never let her date him. So she was going for her childhood crush instead.

She took a deep breath, then began walking across the room where Motoki stood. They were in Motoki’s apartment for his birthday party. Usagi hoped this would be the perfect setting for her plan. The only other place was the arcade and she didn’t want to bother him when he was working.

“Motoki-kun?”

Motoki paused in his laughter at one of his friends’ jokes and smiled at her. “Yes?”

“May I talk to you? Alone?”

“Sure?” The entire apartment was full of people, so they headed down to the ground floor then stood outside in front of the building.

“Usagi-chan?”

“I-I just wanted to tell you that I’ve liked you for a long time,” she rushed without looking at him, “and I was hoping you and I could date?”

“I’m sorry, Usagi-chan,” he said slowly. Her horrified eyes locked with his sympathetic ones. “I’m already in a serious, long-term relationship.”

“You are?”

“Yes. She’s been overseas doing research but she’ll be back in about a year or so. After that we plan to get married.”

Usagi blanched. “I see,” she said in a strangled tone. “Well, thank you for hearing me out. Don’t worry - I won’t say I’m in love. I-I gotta go.”

“Usagi-chan!”

She bolted down the street blindly, counting on her reflexes from her morning dash to school to get her home. But she wasn’t as familiar with this area, so she had to slow down. She dashed into an alleyway, where she leaned up against a wall and tried to catch her breath. Why was it so difficult for her to have a guy she wanted? She cried into her hands, uncaring if the other pedestrians heard her. She felt so utterly heartbroken. All these years, Motoki never said a word! Tuxedo Kamen didn’t want her either. He rescued her, sure, but he kept his distance, and he made no secret of wanting the nijizuishou.

“AHHHH!” she screamed when a dark shadow jumped down to the ground next to her. She rounded about to face the intruder, her hand reflexively going to her brooch. Then her jaw went slack. “Tuxedo Kamen-sama?”

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

She blinked. “No, not physically.”

“Emotionally?”

What was this, an inquisition? “Yes, sir,” she said.

His hands reached out to brace her upper arms as he pulled her closer. “Why?” he asked softly.

“Why do you care?” she asked defensively.

“I care about you, Tsukino Usagi.”

“How do you know my name?” she asked in alarm.

“I know you.”

“You know me?” He must have figured out she was Sailor Moon. She knew this was not good, but she didn't have the ability to think properly just then. “Well, I’m alright, okay? See you at the next battle?”

She turned to go when his grip tightened. “Battle? What are you talking about?”

Her eyes went wide. “Nothing, nothing,” she stammered. “You know, those battles are really interesting, I - hey!” she protested as he swept her up into his arms and carried her in an all too familiar position. “You can’t just kidnap me like this,” she said, hardly flinching when he jumped up to the rooftops. Her vision was obscured by his cape; wherever he was taking her, he didn’t want her to see. “I should report you for this,” she said without any heat, secretly thrilled her hero was absconding with her.

“Good luck with that,” he replied in amusement, “since no one knows who I am.”

“But you know me somehow.”

“I know enough about you that you have a little crush on me.”

Her face went as red as a tomato. “Who told you that?!”

“A little birdie. It doesn’t matter who.”

She was dying of curiosity, but forced herself to think of more immediate things. “So what happens now?”

“You’ll see.”

Chapter 2

They landed on a balcony of a building. He swiftly opened the balcony door then slid it shut, pulling the curtain over, surrounding them in darkness. He let her down slowly, her form sliding down his. He held her close to him for a moment, before saying, “I’m going to kiss you now.” Her surprised gasp was swallowed by his lips, which greedily nibbled hers, his tongue tracing the line between her lips until she parted them. His tongue slid inside, dancing with hers, swirling, then he was thrusting repeatedly into her mouth with his tongue and she moaned as heat went down to her core. His mouth released hers as he tilted her backwards a bit, kissing and licking from her cheek to her jaw, down her neck, and settled on her collarbone. She panted as the sensations overwhelmed her.

“Dearest, sweetest Usagi-”

She shuddered.

“-I’m asking permission to touch you, caress you, kiss you.” His hands cupped her face. “And make love to you.”

“I’m sorry, what?” she said, disbelieving what she was hearing.

“I want to have sex with you,” he clarified, “but only if you want to.”

“But - but why?”

“Because I want to.”

That wasn’t a reason. She shook her head. “You - you don’t really know me,” she hedged.

“Oh I think I do,” he said as he hovered closer to her lips. “Now what is your answer, hmm?”

She stared up at him, the guy she’d been crushing on for four years, the man who swept her away from danger and truly had stolen her breath and heart. He was the one she really wanted. Somehow he knew her, Tsukino Usagi! But he didn’t seem to know she was Sailor Moon. It didn’t feel right to do this without telling him - unless this was a one-night stand? “Are you asking me to be together with you?”

His face became pained. “For your safety, I can’t,” he said. “It’ll just be a one time thing.”

That simplified things a bit. She could keep this a secret. He didn’t know her identity. The Senshi will never know. She could have this one night. “Okay.”

“Okay…?”

“I want to have sex with you.”

He tossed his hat to the side, then once again swept her up into his arms, carrying her across the room and into a doorway that led to presumably a bedroom. He sat down on the bed and placed her on his lap. He removed his gloves. His right hand proceeded to cup her left breast while his lips sucked on the place where her neck and her shoulder met. His left hand trailed up and down her stomach, the shirt having ridden up. She arched her back. “That feels good…” her words dissolved into gurgled moans.

“Good?”

“Yes, Tuxedo…Kamen…sama.”

His hand on her stomach slowly trailed back to her arm, going up and down, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The hand cupping her breast resumed the stroking of her stomach, slowly reaching toward the waistband of her skirt with trembling fingers. He shuddered against her backside, before stroking back up again, his left arm inching its way to her right breast, cupping it. She sighed into his masterful hands. “You’re good at this,” she breathed.

“Thank you. Let me know if I’m hurting you in any way. I…have never done this before.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Me neither,” she confessed, hoping it eased any embarrassment. “I’m surprised that you want to give your virginity to me.”

“Mhmm,” he moaned into her neck, as lost in the feelings as she was. His hands stroked upward, still crossed, until they cupped each side of her neck, gently moving across the skin, while his chin lay on top of her head. She shuddered as his fingers traced the width of her neck, meeting in the middle, before sweeping diagonally away and downward, cupping both breasts now, massaging them gently. She was panting heavily as he worked, groaning parts of his name as he went.

“You’re a natural at this,” she said in-between pants.

His breath at her ear made her shudder. “I’m glad you think so,” he breathed. His hands shifted to skim the sides of her torso before reaching the waistband of her skirt. His legs shifted until hers were on the outside of his, and he spread his legs wide. Usagi whimpered as she realized what he was about to do. His right hand reached into the waistband of her skirt, stroking her soaked underwear while his left pulled up the bottom of her skirt until it reached her waist, then began trailing his fingers up and down her thigh.

“I don’t want you to leave me,” she cried out, lost in the mixture of her pleasure and the pain she’d carried all these years.

His voice turned remorseful. “I don’t want to leave you either,” he whispered sadly. Abruptly the strokes on her underwear became harder, sliding all over her folds, her mound, and her clit. He was rewarded with louder moans, her hands coming up to rest behind his neck.

“Please,” she begged, but didn’t know exactly what she was asking for.

“Please what?” he murmured, sending more delicious sensations down her ear to her core.

She blushed. “Would you kiss me?” When he moved to kiss her lips, she corrected him. “I mean, kiss me down there.”

He groaned, then lifted her up, turning and gently laying her down on the bed, close to the edge. She heard him shift a bit, and then he was there, fingers trailing up her thighs, carefully pulling off her knee-high socks. He skimmed over her bare calves and thighs until he found the waistband of her underwear. His fingers curled in, his nails lightly scratching which left more tingles in their wake, and then the underwear was being pulled upwards and off. One hand remained on her foot while the other tossed the underwear to the side. The hand holding her foot slid up over her inner thigh until he reached her core. Both hands massaged the area, then went to her thighs to pull them up and back, so that she was spread wide for him. She hissed as he finally lowered his mouth to the area, his lips trailing her mound until he found her clit. His mouth nibbled it at first. She bucked her hips at him in response as she began panting again. Then his tongue was swirling while he was still lightly nibbling with his lips.

“Oh my, OHH!” she screamed as her juices flowed out of her. Then she felt a finger enter her, gasping as she felt it pump within her while he still showered his attentions on her clit. He then added a second finger, and that was all it took for her walls to clench around his fingers, his name to be yelled mindlessly, and for stars to appear behind her eyelids. He shifted his mouth from her clit to her vagina, licking up her juices.

“You taste delicious,” he moaned. “I could just drown between your thighs.”

“What do I taste like?” she asked curiously.

“Scoot backwards until your head is on the pillow,” he said, “and I will let you have a taste.”

She did as he said, and soon he was perched on the side of the bed, kissing her with her juices still on his lips. She didn’t particularly care for the taste, but it wasn’t abhorrent either. He nibbled on her bottom lip as she nibbled on his top lip, sucking her juices dry, until he pulled back.

“Now, my girl,” he said while she shuddered at the possessiveness displayed in that statement, “I’m going to put my dick in you.”

“May I kiss you there first?”

“Do you want to?” he asked, groaning.

“Yes. But you’re wearing too many clothes.”

“I must keep my identity a secret.”

“Keep everything but the lower half of your body covered. I’m not going to be able to figure it out by just looking at your legs - even if we were in a lit room, which we aren’t.”

He shifted again while she waited with bated breath. Then he asked, “Where do you want me?”

She smiled. “I’m going to put the pillow flat up against the headboard. I want you to sit there with your legs spread. I’m going to lie on my stomach between them. Then I’m going to suck you dry.”

“No you won’t,” he countered, “because I’m going to finish inside of you.”

Chapter 3

She moaned as she scooted back so he could place himself on the bed. “C’mon,” he beckoned. She slid onto her stomach then inched her way forward, feeling his thighs with her fingers as she went to ensure she was headed in the correct direction. Finally she reached his penis and scrotum. He hissed through his teeth as she fumbled in the dark, one hand squeezing the scrotum area while the other hand worked to find the base of the very erect cock.

She suddenly stilled when he flinched. “Careful,” he said gruffly, “the balls are very sensitive. Gentle touches only, okay?”

“Okay,” she said as she gently cupped them, shifting her attention to his dick. She began to slowly pump him up and down. “Is this good?”

“Yes,” he breathed out in-between hissing and moaning. She slid her hand upward farther up, wanting to know how long he was, her eyes widening as she finally felt his weeping head. He seemed to be large in both length and width. She whimpered at the thought of it inside of her. She swirled her fingers around the tip, noting that there was an area in front of her that was particularly sensitive. She leaned in and began licking the head until she found that grooved area. His body went stiff, his hands suddenly tugging on the streamers of her hair, holding her in place as she continued her ministrations. She licked upward to the very tip, sucking up the precum while he shuddered, then her lips closed around him, and slowly, carefully, she took him into her mouth. He hissed with pleasure. “Usagi,” he moaned loudly. When she hummed with satisfaction, her mouth still around his cock, he trembled from the vibrations. Then she was bobbing, a hand at the base, the other pumping in a matching rhythm. This went on for a couple of minutes before he gasped, “Stop.”

She lifted her head, kissing his tip before moving away. His legs clenched around her form. He grasped the hips that were right above his legs, untangled himself, and flipped her over, her head on the pillow, his form hovering above her. “Are you sure?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” she breathed. She wanted this more than anything.

He nodded, then he was shuffling slightly, something being opened - a condom, she realized. “I’m on the pill,” she said. She had prepared for getting together with Motoki a couple of months ago, hopeful she would be his girlfriend. Tuxedo Kamen tossed the condom carelessly onto the floor beside the bed before he was pulling her legs apart. Then he was touching her, moving until he found her clit, stimulating it once more. When she cried out, he inched downward, putting a couple of fingers inside of her. “I love it when you are so wet for me,” he murmured.

“What can I say,” she gasped out, “you make me a hot mess.”

“Yes, I do,” he purred in satisfaction. He inched closer, pulling her legs higher. “Let me know if this hurts,” he murmured. “I’ve learned all I can on how to pleasure a woman, but I know it can be painful the first time. And I don’t know why, but being with you like this feels so natural…so familiar.”

“Really?” she breathed. They had come together very naturally for a pair of virgins, she realized. “Our passion is so natural - it makes everything so easy.”

He hummed his agreement. Then he was perching close to her, one hand guiding his penis, stroking her up and down from her clit to her vagina, soaking her juices; while the other held the nearest of her legs up and back, tilting her core up towards him. Then he was at her entrance, his cock swirling around and around her entrance, still soaking up juices. Usagi growled in frustration. “In please!” she demanded.

“Patience,” he said as his free hand disentangled from her leg to stroke her clit. “I promise once you’re adjusted to me, I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.”

She shuddered at that. “Would you know how?” she ventured.

“I’m a fast learner,” he said.

“And have strength and stamina,” she added with a smile. He really had good reflexes, too.

He kept up his attentions to her clit as he started to slowly sink into her. Usagi sighed as she felt him fill her insides. “More,” she said. He slowly inched in further. She gasped as she took a moment to adjust. “More,” she whimpered, and he complied. She gasped at the sensation, then started panting. “More,” she whined, and he finally entered her to the hilt. He groaned while she cried out. She reached out blindly for him; he lowered himself onto her. Her hands splayed themselves onto his chest, and then looped around to cling to his jacket. His hands cupped underneath her head, his fingers lightly clawing into her scalp, while his thumbs rubbed her cheeks. He kissed her fiercely, and she met his passion with hers, their mouths and breaths mingling. After what felt like an eternity he shifted until his forehead was touching hers - and only then, did he start moving. She mewled with pleasure while he grunted and moaned. “Usagi,” he murmured in-between gasps, causing more tingles to go straight down to her core. He shifted himself upwards, his thrusts now hard and fast. She soon felt the storm that was building up until she exploded, screaming, her hands clawing at his jacket haphazardly. With a matching cry he joined her, collapsing onto her frame, smothering her with his body, his essence; and she welcomed it wholeheartedly, treasuring this moment, wondering if they could go again and not stop until the sun rose.

Those pleasurable plans were interrupted by the beeping that resonated from her subspace pocket.

Chapter 4

“What is that?”

He could hear that? “My beeper. I gotta go.”

“What? Who has a beeper nowadays? Don’t you have a cell phone?” She was scrambling in the dark to find her underwear and her socks. She had to get out of there, and fast. She felt him grabbing at her desperately in the dark. “What’s wrong?” he asked in alarm.

“I’m sorry - I gotta go.”

“Where do you need to go? I’ll drop you off-”

“No!” she said sharply.

“Why not? It’ll be a lot faster than on foot. It’s also too late for you to be wandering around at night.”

She wanted so badly to say yes, to throw it all to the winds and confess her identity to him. But he could never know. He’d never forgive her. Neither would the Senshi. "Please let me go.”

“No.”

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“I’ve told you,” he growled. “I care about you, Usagi. Whatever that beeping is about can wait, and if it can’t, you aren’t going without me.”

She started crying. “I can’t. Please. You’ll hate me.”

“Hate you? What are you talking about?”

He wasn't going to let this go, and time was being wasted. A youma was on the loose terrorizing Tokyo. Usagi gave into the inevitable. “Just know I was willing to keep this night as a one time thing and nothing more.” He said nothing to that. She pulled her communicator out of her subspace pocket, flipping it open away from his sight. “Moon here.”

“Finally, Usagi! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for a while now.”

“Sorry Mars.”

“Anyway, we have a youma here, at the shopping district. We need you ASAP.”

“On my way,” she said with a sigh. She looked over at his dark form. “You can carry me to some random rooftop. That way I can't figure out who you are.”

The silence stretched on uncomfortably. He made no moves nor made any sounds while she waited. “Right, okay. Well, I have a battle to get to, so if you don’t mind-” he grabbed her, accidentally brushing her breast as he held her arm.

“We’ll talk about this afterwards,” he said quietly.

She gulped. “I owe you that much,” she whispered.

“Go on and henshin then.”

“Moon Prism Power, Make Up!”

The glow of her henshin cascaded off the walls of his bedroom. His jaw slackened as she twirled naked, each piece slowly sparkling into existence. When she struck her signature pose he scrambled to put on his discarded clothing.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Ready.”

“Okay. I’ll let you carry me for a bit.”

“No,” he said. “Just follow me.” He led her to the balcony; together they leapt across the rooftops until they reached the site of the battle. With a deep breath each got into their typical positions.

“Standing for love and justice, I am the beautiful sailor-suited Senshi, Sailor Moon! In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you!”

The youma began shooting various projectiles which Sailor Moon attempted to dodge, until one was headed straight for her. She froze before she was picked up by her savior, and off they sailed to a safe position. She trembled as he slowly lowered her onto her feet. “Thank you,” she said breathlessly. She saw his eyes darken with desire.

“Hit it now, Sailor Moon!”

“Right!” She pulled off her tiara while Tuxedo Kamen put his hands on her shoulders behind her. Sailor Moon bit her lower lip as she concentrated on throwing the tiara accurately. The youma disintegrated. No sooner was the youma destroyed did Tuxedo Kamen pick Sailor Moon up bridal style and leap away, ignoring the outraged shouts of the other Senshi. She was shocked he was so brazen as to abscond with her right in front of magic-wielding girls, one of whom had a tracking device.

“Let me go,” she urged him. “They’ll find us.”

“I don’t care,” he said, his voice cracking. “I need to talk to you. I can’t wait. I can’t have you running from me either.”

“I won’t run. But you have to let me go for now. I’ll come to you tomorrow night?”

“I don’t care if they find us. I'll accept the consequences.”

“What?” She could hardly believe her ears. “I’m begging you. We can forget this night. We can go on as we were.”

He scowled. Soon he was leaping onto his balcony, and back they were in the room where they had just left in a hurry. She let her henshin drop. He turned on the lights. She blinked away the darkness. He approached her slowly, until he was towering over her. Her head tilted back to meet his gaze.

“Are you mad?” she said fearfully.

“Mad? No. Shocked, yes. But remember, I was the one who approached you. I’m not mad you kept this secret from me.”

“I’m surprised,” she breathed.

“I told you it’d be a one time thing. You did nothing to get me to betray my identity. Now you’ve given away yours, while still not knowing who I am. You’re vulnerable. It’s my fault.”

“I trust you,” she said brokenly. “I’ve told you for years now. I know you’re not our enemy. I know you won’t hurt me.”

A moment passed. “You’re right,” he said hoarsely, “I won’t hurt you - especially not now.” He swallowed. “I have loved-”

The sound of the balcony door being flung open caught their attention. Three very enraged Senshi filed into the room.

“How dare you take our leader!” Sailor Jupiter growled.

“We’re going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget,” Sailor Mars hissed.

“Let’s hope your healing will be enough to repair the damage you’re about to receive,” Sailor Mercury murmured. The others sweatdropped. “I don’t condone murder,” she added defensively.

Usagi leapt into Tuxedo Kamen’s arms, placing herself between him and her Senshi. “Back down,” she commanded.

“Why are you not henshinned?” Sailor Mars asked in outrage.

“Your identity has been exposed!” Sailor Mercury exclaimed.

“Yes, it has,” she said shortly.

“Baka,” Sailor Mars spat.

“I need you three to leave,” Usagi insisted. “Three’s company and all that.”

“I’ll figure out whose apartment this is,” Sailor Mercury said darkly. “We will be back.” With that ominous threat, the three left the way they came.

Chapter 5

Usagi sagged with relief, pulling herself out of her hero’s arms. “I warned you,” she said frantically. “It’s time for you to move! You can’t stay here.”

“It’s too late for that,” he said gently.

“This is all my fault. Now you’re in danger and I don’t know how to protect you-”

“I can protect myself, Usa.”

“I can’t always be around, and it’d be three to one - terrible odds - they’d murder you!”

“Sailor Mercury said she wouldn’t.”

“She might help it along anyway!”

“There’s only one thing for me to do.”

“What?”

“Let them have their way.”

“That doesn’t even make sense. And why?! This is all so stupid!”

“I love you, Usagi.”

She froze. “You love me?”

“Yes. So I’ll take any retribution your Senshi want to deliver.”

She was stunned. “What about the nijizuishou?” she asked, as that was precisely what was in the way of their being together.

“I…I don’t know,” he choked out.

She nodded past the lump in her throat. “I’ve loved you for years now,” she said quietly, ignoring his sharp intake of breath, “but I’ve always thought you were unattainable. The girls would never let me date you, and you always say you’re our enemy. But no matter what, I will do what I can to protect you. I’m also glad you found me tonight. I was really upset, and you saved me - again. I’m stunned that you love my civilian self. I won’t stop wondering who you are - although it will come out in the open eventually.”

“I know,” he said thickly.

A moment passed.

“I don’t want to leave you," she whispered achingly.

His fists clenched. “I don’t want you to leave either,” he whispered, echoing the words he’d uttered earlier in the evening. “Stay.”

Chapter 6

“You’d let me?”

“Yes. I want to pleasure you in all ways that I can.”

She shuddered. She’d already committed to a one-night stand. She might as well follow through with it. “Okay. My mother already thinks I’m spending the night elsewhere, so I’ll spend the night with you until you tell me to leave.”

He closed his eyes shut and nodded jerkily, as if the idea of her leaving, even in the morning, was abhorrent to him. “Why don’t you hate me for not telling you who I am?” he asked.

She smiled softly at him. “I could never hate you. I don’t hate anyone.”

“What about Chiba Mamoru?”

She started. “Oh, you’ve seen some of our fights?” He nodded stiffly. “We have a unique relationship,” she mused. “In a way, I find our fights relieve a lot of my stress. They’re fun - kind of. I strangely look forward to them.”

“I see. Do you consider him a friend?”

“I do,” she said resolutely, “although I’d be the last to admit it to him. It’d spoil the fun, you see.”

His eyes glinted behind the mask. “Fights are fun?”

“Those fights, yes. Youma battles…” She grimaced. “Not so fun.”

“Let’s not talk about youma,” he murmured as he stepped closer to her.

She breathed in shakily. “Agreed.”

“May I kiss you?”

“Of course.”

Their lips met, but tentatively this time. He kissed her reverently, as if he felt he wasn’t allowed to kiss her. It was such a stark contrast to his earlier kisses that she pulled back with a frown. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Why are you holding back?”

He was silent for a moment. Then he said, “I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“That you’ll hate me when you find out who I am.”

“Well, since I’m going to find out anyway - do you want to just get it over with? I promise nothing will stop me from getting it on with you.”

He let out a small smile. Then, as if he was facing a youma in battle, he squared his shoulders, straightened up, and let his henshin fall. She gasped as she saw the visage of Chiba Mamoru. Then she smiled broadly. “No wonder you asked, baka,” she said, shaking her head. "Sneaky, too, to get me to admit my feelings about you."

“Will you still have me?”

“For tonight, absolutely.”

“You’re sure?”

“To be honest, I’m glad it’s you,” she said, and she meant it. She dropped her henshin, then rushed him, putting her hands on his chest, getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He met her halfway with a moan. Once again their mouths and breaths were mingling, their tongues swirling around and around. Clothing came off in a rush, strewn everywhere, until she was lying on his carpet, taking him inside her. He cried as he fucked her. Her eyes were wide as she took in the sight, her hands reaching up to cradle his face. “It’s going to be okay,” she said in-between thrusts. “I’m here for you.” As his seed poured into her, and he collapsed onto her once more, sweat drenching his body, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kept him there, nuzzled in-between her neck and collarbone. “I still love you,” she whispered; he whimpered in response.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured into her neck.

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m still your enemy. I still have the nijizuishou.”

“No, you’re not. To be honest, I think we’re fighting for the same thing. But I can’t reveal my secrets any more than you can reveal yours.”

He sighed. “I don’t want to think about this. I don’t want to think.”

“You, not wanting to think?” Usagi teased. “Has hell warmed over?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “I just want to fuck you until I can’t think anymore.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked breathlessly.

He let out a deep sigh, pulling himself together. Then he looked at her. “Are you hungry?”

She blinked. “Hungry for your cock.”

He shuddered. “No, I mean really hungry. I need a snack. I have some pie if you want?”

“Wow! Yes, please!” she said. He pulled out two pies, two forks, and a knife. They sat unashamedly naked upon his kitchen chairs. "What kind are they?”

“Peach pies. I thought they would be a good dessert.”

“Mhmm,” she said as she wolfed down her piece. “More?” she asked with shining eyes.

He smirked at her. “The quintessential Odango Atama.”

“Hey! What happened to Usagi!”

“I couldn’t give away my identity now, could I?”

“Jerk,” she muttered as he placed another slice before her. Her eyes lit up as once again she was filling her mouth with peaches and crust. “So good! Where’d you get them?”

“There’s a bakery in Roppongi.”

“I will have to check it out sometime.”

“We’ll go together.”

“Will we?” she asked, her heart twisting painfully.

He looked at her forlorn expression and his face fell. “No, I suppose once the others find out who I am I won’t be seeing you anymore.”

Usagi began to cry. “It’s not fair,” she wailed. “It’s just not fair.”

“I’ll see you at battles.”

“That’s not enough!”

“We can’t be together,” he reminded her. “We only have this night; let’s make it count.” He cleared table, then abruptly he was laying her on top of it amidst her shrieks. He inched her so that her ass was slightly hanging over the edge of the table, and her legs were spread wide.

She stared bewildered as he brought the pie back. When he started scooping the pie onto her chest she sputtered, “That’s just going to make me sticky!”

“We can shower afterwards.”

She gulped at the mention of the word “we” - he was intending on showering with her. She bit back a moan at the imagery those thoughts dredged up. Her thoughts were subsumed by his mouth and tongue licking up the peach sauce and nibbling the peach pieces. He slurped the peaches as he went, then took time to lick at her nipples while still savoring the peaches. She felt like she was a dessert - his dessert. “Eat me,” she said breathlessly. He chuckled against her skin.

“I will,” he promised. “I’m still having my snack.” His tongue made a trail down to her belly button and back up again. One of his hands went to her clit, gently massaging it again. She bucked against his hand. “Hold on,” he said, “I’m preparing my first course.” Her brows furrowed in confusion until she saw him lick his lips thoroughly, right before he knelt in front of her and went down on her, tasting her again, but now in the light where they could watch one another. He hummed as he disconnected from her clit and looked up at her. “You taste better than peaches,” he murmured, “but let’s double-check the main course.” He was at her entrance, thrusting his tongue inside repeatedly.

“Please don’t stop, please -” and she gasped as she came on his tongue.

He withdrew, making a show of smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Definitely better than peaches,” he said. “And as I said earlier, delicious.”

“Such dirty talk.”

He grinned devilishly. “ You were the one who asked me to eat you.”

“You started it!”

“You begged for it!”

“You - you -”

“You know what else is going to eat you? My cock.” Before she could react, he thrust into her full tilt, then began to slide in and out.

“Faster!”

“My cock is savoring its meal, thank you very much,” he told her.

She began twitching. “You’re torturing me!”

“Is that anything new?”

“Jerk -” she stopped to cry out in pleasure.

“Yes, Mamoru-baka is deep inside of you,” he purred, “and you’re enjoying it.”

“What’s it like being inside me?”

He groaned. “Tight, warm. Heaven.”

He started rocking into her, finally, the movement causing the table to creak in response. She felt the grain of the wood lightly rub her skin as she was moved horizontally back and forth in time with his thrusts. His thumb made circles on her already swollen clit. They both cried out at the same time, each reaching their peak. When they caught their breath, Mamoru drew out of her.

“Now what?” she panted, staring up at him languorously.

“Now we shower, of course.”

“Together?”

“I hear it’s more fun that way,” he purred.

“Okay,” she said shakily, “lead the way.”

Chapter 7

Her legs were so wobbly that she would have collapsed if it wasn’t for him catching her. He picked her up bridal style and strode to the shower. He held her back pressed against his front, her front facing the shower head. She had her hands wrapped around his neck while he soaped up the loofah. The warm water relaxed her. He was soaping up her chest first, painstakingly getting rid of the peach pie remnants. Then he was washing her everywhere, including the outside of her folds. His soap’s scent cloyed to her skin; she reveled in it. Once he was finished, she shakily turned around and took the loofah from him. It was her turn to wash him everywhere, including his scrotum and penis. He had to crouch for her to reach his neck and shoulder area. It was very soothing, much unlike what she had expected the shower to be. He reached over her to turn the shower off, then carefully stepped out, drying himself quickly before grabbing her towel and drying her next. He was so gentle, patting the drops glistening from her skin until they disappeared. Her heart fluttered at the sight.

He sat her in the living room clad only in a towel. “I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Okay?”

He headed back to the hallway, opening a closet door. Then he was moving around in the bedroom. Finally he was by her side. “Okay, we’re good.”

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“I changed the sheets, so we can romp around in fresh linens. The other ones were full of sweat and cum.”

“Oh,” she said dumbly. He was so thoughtful, so considerate! “I’m excited to get them dirty,” she said mischievously. He grinned devilishly at her then scooped her up again. “I think you like holding me.”

“Count how often I ‘held’ you when you bowled me over on your way to school and you’ll have your answer.”

She gaped at him. “All those times?” she stuttered.

“Yep!” he said nonchalantly before setting her on her feet in his room. He unwrapped her towel, discarding it, before he turned her around and lay her on her stomach, on top of…more towels?

“What’s this?” she questioned as he gently placed each of her slightly damp hair streamers off to the side.

“Relax. I’m going to massage you,” he said, holding up a bottle of sesame oil. He went to work warming up the oil with his hands before bracing his legs on either side of hers, his dick lightly resting on the juncture between her butt-cheeks, making her hiss at the gentle contact. His hands were rubbing her all over from her neck to her shoulders to around her spine and around, spreading the oil everywhere. Then he began kneading her neck and her shoulders, making firm circles into her flesh, as she sighed in contentment. His circles gradually moved lower, until he was shifting backward to get at the muscles connecting her back and her butt.

“This is heavenly,” she moaned. “I’ll let you win every argument from now on if you do this for me.”

He let out a little chuckle. “I’d have no fun if I always won, Odango Atama,” he said, although his tone was slightly sad. Usagi knew he feared they wouldn’t have any arguments in the near future.

“I won’t let this happen,” she said fiercely. “I’m not giving you up.”

His fingers flexed against her back reflexively. “Can you really promise that?” he murmured. “Not when we have different agendas?”

“I don’t care!” she wailed. “I don’t care about having agendas and secrets and strategies and having to fight all the time. I want to follow my heart, and my heart leads to you.”

“Then why did you ask out Motoki-kun?”

“BECAUSE HE WAS THE SAFE OPTION! You weren’t going to fall for Sailor Moon!”

“You could have fallen for Mamoru, as I did Usagi,” he said, his voice cracking.

“You've pointed out my flaws many times, and even mentioned how you don’t think of me as dating material. I gave up before I even began. I considered going out with Mamoru as being infinitely more unattainable than going out with Tuxedo Kamen.”

He continued massaging her in silence as the two of them realized they shouldn’t be arguing during a massage session, of all things.

“I’m sorry,” she said finally. “I’m sorry I didn’t give Mamoru a chance before now.”

“You accept me,” he said, as if trying to convince himself.

“Yes, I accept and love you as you are in both forms. I won’t give you up!”

“You can’t have it both ways,” he said as he began massaging her butt.

“I really want to tell you.”

“I won’t force you,” he said gently. “You know that, right?”

“I…do,” she said, moaning as his hands kept gliding across her bare bottom. “You like me,” she said in wonder.

“Yes, I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“Sailor Moon?”

“I have always been drawn to Sailor Moon. But I didn’t believe pursuing a relationship with you would be advisable.”

“Logical to the end.”

He flipped her over then began gently massaging her collarbone then across her entire chest, paying careful attention to the globes of her breasts. She was a mindless mess for a while, thoroughly lost in the sensations.

His hands moved to her torso, and her mind came back enough to say, “I’m sorry you ended up falling in love with Sailor Moon.”

He inhaled sharply. “I don’t regret falling in love with you, Usagi.”

“But don’t you wish I was just simply Usagi, and not Sailor Moon also? Wouldn’t it have made things easier for you?”

“Remember, if you were simply Usagi I would stay away from you for your own protection. Tonight is an exception to that rule.”

“So you argue with me just to have me around.” she said.

“Yes.”

“And have fun.”

“Of course. I imagine a lot of things when you’re yelling at me - sounds that I’ve heard a lot tonight.”

She blushed. “You thought of sex during our arguments? And you kept this secret from me?”

He smiled seductively at her. “That’s the beauty of a secret, Odango. It allows for all kinds of naughty thoughts and emotions even while one is engaged in ‘friendly’ banter.”

She thought back to all the things he’d said over the last couple of years, realizing with a start that there were several double entendres said that she’d been oblivious to because she’d been so certain he didn’t want her in that way. “I’ve been so blind,” she groaned.

“It wouldn’t have ended well anyway,” he said.

Her heart panged. She was so sure the Senshi and he are on the same side, but she couldn’t talk without betraying her friends and Luna - not to mention, their princess. "Why?" she whispered.

"Hm?"

"Why is tonight an exception?"

"I acted impulsively. Motoki told me what happened. I told myself I was going after you to make sure you were okay. I was also feeling jealous and desperate."

Mamoru, jealous? Mamoru, desperate? It was almost as incredible as him loving her. Warmth swept through her, combining itself pleasantly with the sensations he was causing with his skillful hands.

Once he finished massaging her limbs he said with satisfaction, “There. Are you feeling relaxed enough?”

“Mhmmmm.”

“Good. Would you be okay with anal sex?”

She sat up abruptly, wide awake. “What?”

“You can say no if you want to,” he said.

“I don’t think I can take you,” she said, staring at his dick askance.

He thought for a minute. “No, probably not. I’d rather get a toy for that…”

A toy they wouldn’t need if they wouldn’t be together. Usagi had been too reminded of their situation. “Mine!” she growled as she tackled him, taking him by surprise. Her teeth grazed his neck, his collarbone, his shoulder, his chest, his nipples. She sucked one into her mouth, reveling in his cries of pleasure, her teeth gently nipping. She then sucked and nipped the other one. Her fingers left scratch marks in their wake. She barely knew what she was doing, other than to caution herself not to bite too hard, as she left light teeth marks on both arms. She stopped short of going below his waist, then hauled herself up and took his face with her hands. “MINE!” she shouted desperately, lightly shaking his face. “Don’t keep yourself from me, please!” Her voice broke.

“Usa-”

“No! No more! You are mine!” and she scooted backwards, lifting herself, then impaling herself onto his dick. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she bounced on her heels, bobbing up and down. “Mine!” she said again. “I don’t care if the whole world burns down-”

“You should,” he got out. “You’re supposed to save the world.”

“I…want…you,” she babbled uncaringly. “I will protect you. I will move in with you-”

“Move in with me?!” She didn’t answer. She sped up instead, until they were both reaching their peak.

“You can’t move in with me,” he said with finality after they calmed down. “You are still in high school. Your Senshi would never allow it.”

Her anger melted away to tears. She got off of him planting herself face down next to him. “But it’d be perfect,” she cried. “We could live together and you can have your agenda and I can have mine and we can pretend that none of this Dark Kingdom stuff exists when we are just Mamoru and Usagi.”

He reached over to rub her soothingly. “Your Senshi would never let you forget,” he said. He reached over to get more sesame oil which he proceeded to use just to rub her back. She calmed down, the tears dissipating, and then the touches turned to tingles. She shuddered. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes.”

“There’s another position I’d like to try,” he whispered. “Are you up for it? I promise you won’t have to do much physically.”

“Okay.” He was stroking himself hard again. She realized something. “How are you still able to have sex?”

“Hm? Oh, my recovery time? Someone’s been paying attention in biology class for a change.”

“Jerk.”

“I think it’s gotta do with my superhero powers. At least I can keep up with the women who can experience multiple orgasms - as you seem to.”

“Due to my powers?”

“Maybe,” he said seductively. He leaned over her, giving her a sound kiss to the ridge of her ear while she shuddered. “May I have this?” he asked, indicating the pillow. “Let me put this here…there we go.” It now lay beneath her stomach. “Like I said, I don’t want you to have to stress too much physically.”

“Oh!” she cried out as he slid into her from behind. The position hit her in a very sensitive area. His balls slapped against her lower lips as he thrust. Overall it was a very sensual experience. “Why didn’t we start with this?” He went hard and fast. “Ohhhhhh.” Then she was exploding very prettily all over him and soon after he joined her.

“Do you want another shower?”

“I guess.” She was really tired, but she was also feeling really oily.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

Chapter 8

He placed her in the tub this time, thoroughly removing all the excess oil, the sweat, their bodily fluids, leaving her refreshingly clean and embraced by his scent once again. He left her briefly to arrange the bed by removing the towels and changing out the pillowcase. He got a fresh fluffy towel for her, patting her dry, then carried her back into his bed.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

He said nothing, placing her on the bed before pulling the sheets and blankets over her. She was barely awake when he came back from his shower, all remnants of their fun washed away. “Mamoru, I-”

“Shhhh. Just sleep. I’ll be right here.” He spooned her, his warmth enveloping her. She went promptly to sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?!”

Usagi and Mamoru jolted awake, confronted with the gaping faces of the Senshi, one of whom was holding a very furious Luna.

“Luna!” Usagi exclaimed.

“Usagi!” Luna shot back. “What have you been up to?”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Usagi said angrily. “I’m not a child anymore.”

“That doesn’t mean you should…”

“Have sex?” Sailor Jupiter interjected helpfully.

“With Tuxedo Kamen?!” Sailor Mars added furiously.

“Don’t bother denying it,” Sailor Mercury forewarned.

“You sure you don’t wanna come with me?” When Mamoru looked at her in bewilderment, Usagi clarified, “Come south of the border with me.”

“We’re surrounded by the ocean, Odango,” he said, facepalming.

“Hello?” Sailor Mars waved her arms to get their attention.

“We’ve come to talk,” Luna said sharply. “We’ll be in the main area. You two better come out with some clothes on.” They trailed out.

Usagi was left panicking. “What are they going to do? What are they going to say? Oh, no - what am I going to wear?”

“I have your clothes folded over here.”

“I can’t reuse clothes like that. Not for this. Oh I know.” She pulled out her pen. “Moon Power, change me into a cutely dressed Usagi!” Once the blinding light cleared, she smiled satisfactorily at her outfit. Her top was pink and sparkling, with her sleeves flaring out from elbows down to billow at her wrists. It was paired with a beige mini skirt and lacy white tights.

Usagi whirled to finding Mamoru giving her a lustful gaze as he slowly put his clothes on. She nearly drooled as she watched him move his biceps and forearms, his broad, muscular chest. He was beautiful.

“Shall we?” he asked huskily before clearing his throat.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. She cleared her throat. They needed to keep it together now, with an inquisition and more hanging over their heads.

Sailor Mercury was sitting on the couch with Sailor Mars, while Sailor Jupiter had pulled up a chair from the kitchen. Unless they got the chairs from the kitchen, there was nowhere for them to sit except on the floor, where they would be vulnerable to any attacks. Wordlessly, Mamoru sat on the ground, and Usagi followed him.

“Chiba Mamoru,” Luna said, “we know you. We’ve gotten to know you well over the past four years. The girls consider you a friend. I find you sensible as well.” She ignored Usagi’s raised eyebrow at the backhanded insult. “To find that you of all people is Tuxedo Kamen is very surprising. Someone we thought of as strictly an enemy is in another way our friend.

'That being said, this mission to retrieve the Ginzuishou is of utmost importance. It is one of the most serious tasks we have as the Sailor Senshi. Without knowing something of what your agenda is, an alliance just won’t work.”

Mamoru took a moment to speak. “Yes, I agree with you on how surprising all of this is. When I went to Usagi, I had no idea she was Sailor Moon until she was summoned to the battle. Before you go blaming her,” he added, glaring at Sailor Mars who was about to yell at the Senshi of the Moon, “I cornered her and left her no choice. I wasn’t going to let a young woman roam the streets of Azabujuban alone at night. I also was the one who kidnapped her in the first place.”

“Twice?!” Luna yowled. “And you didn’t think to fight back even once?”

“No, Luna,” Usag said, tears clogging her throat. “I didn’t. I never will.”

That hung in the air between them. “You’ve made your choice then?” Luna asked.

“Choice?”

“You choose him over the mission.”

She had been saying that last night, right? But in the light of day, faced with her fellow Senshi and her guardian, she hesitated, and was on the verge of tears. “I can’t choose,” she said. “Please don’t make me.”

“We can’t divulge our mission, so it’ll be up to him to decide for you.”

Usagi cast pleading eyes over to Mamoru’s closed expression. “Please? I really think we are on the same side.”

His jaw and fists clenched. His head tilted backwards as he screwed his eyes shut. “I can’t divulge my mission either,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“Why does it have to be this way?!” Usagi demanded. “We’re all friends already in some way. We can be civil! We can work together to achieve everyone’s goals! We have to stop being suspicious of each other and put faith into our hearts! We have been fighting the Dark Kingdom for four years now. It’s time to set aside our differences and become a stronger team against them.”

“You know what hangs in the balance,” Sailor Mercury reminded her.

“I think he would be a great help to our cause. I have no reason to think he’d renege on any deal we make.”

“But what about his cause? We can’t blindly agree to let him have the Ginzuishou for nefarious purposes,” Luna said.

“I am very certain that that won’t be the case. What about you girls? Do you think Mamoru would choose evil, after everything we’ve known about him for so long?”

The girls were staring at her in stunned silence, likely because she had never given a speech like this, not even as Sailor Moon. Even Luna looked lost in thought.

“I agree with Usagi,” Sailor Mars said quietly.

“I do, too,” Sailor Jupiter chimed in.

“It’s well reasoned,” Sailor Mercury agreed. “As Luna has intimated, we do have extensive knowledge of his character.”

Luna sighed. She was the least familiar with Mamoru out of all of them - cats weren’t exactly allowed in the arcade. “Fine,” she said. This was the girls’ cue to drop their henshins. Mamoru only jumped a little when faced with the identities of the three Senshi, then shook himself.

“Yes, you know all of the Senshi,” Usagi whispered to him. He stiffly nodded.

Luna coughed to get their attention. “My memory is only of bits and pieces, but I will do the best I can to explain what I know. This story began one thousand years ago. All of the planets and the Earth’s moon supported life. The moon reigned in what was called the Silver Millenium. All of the planets except Earth were a part of the Silver Millenium. I don’t know why Earth wasn’t involved. Darkness came to the moon and destroyed the Silver Millenium. The moon’s queen used the rest of her energy to send us all, including the Dark Kingdom, to reincarnate into the distant future. The queen did so by using the Ginzuishou. The Ginzuishou, once remade, belongs to the queen’s heir - the Moon Princess.”

“Princess,” Mamoru repeated, looking as if he’d seen a ghost.

“She and the Ginzuishou are our responsibility to protect. She is who hangs in the balance. If you harm her in any way we’ll not hesitate to kill you.”

“LUNA!” Usagi shouted indignantly. “How could you say such a thing?!”

“It doesn’t matter,” Mamoru got out as he locked eyes with the feline. “I am getting the Ginzuishou for the princess as well.”

“I don’t recall there being a male protector,” Luna said puzzledly.

“I don’t know. All I know is she keeps appearing in my dreams, begging for the Ginzuishou.”

“So we’re after the same thing after all,” Ami said in wonder.

“I TOLD YOU GUYS! I so told you. Why didn’t you listen to me sooner?!”

“Are you able to give us a description so we know what to look for?” Makoto asked.

He shook his head. “Her actual features are blurry.”

“Sooooo, now that we have this all cleared up, I would like you girls to leave.”

“Again?!” the girls chorused.

“What are you going to do - jump him?” Makoto teased her.

Usagi surprised them all by saying, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Then I’m going to plan my moving into this apartment so I can do it again and again!”

“No you’re not!” Luna sputtered.

“I’m eighteen now, so yes I can.”

“Odango…”

“No! You’re mine! I love you and I want the world to know it.” She leapt into his arms and started kissing his neck savagely, leaving hickeys.

“I guess we’ll leave you to it,” Rei said slowly as she grabbed the hissing cat and followed the other two out the front door to the apartment.

“You are incorrigible,” Mamoru said breathlessly.

“But you’re turned on by it,” Usagi said confidently.

“You’re right…but we need to talk about this moving in stuff later.”

“After I eat you, you mean?”

“After we eat each other - at the same time. You’ll lie on top of me so that I lick your clit while you suck on me.”

“That sounds so hot,” Usagi moaned, her new clothes getting drenched with her juices.

“Yes, my little Odango - because it is hot.”

She reversed her transformation; she was naked once more. He disrobed as well before lying down. He beckoned her forward. She sat on his chest then inched herself backwards until his tongue was tracing her clit. She shuddered with pleasure for a moment, then forced herself to focus on the bulging cock standing at attention in front of her, his legs having bent up to inch closer to her. She took him in his mouth, trying to get a rhythm going by stretching herself a bit. Two of his fingers entered her. They both gave and took, their moans being ones of approval, of lust, and of love. They came together explosively. Then she was rotating around and curling herself into his side.

“What do I taste like?” he whispered.

“Delicious,” she answered as she smacked her lips.

“Can I have some?” he asked curiously.

“I ate it all. Maybe next time.”

He barked a short laugh then held her closer to his side.

“I’ll tell you this much,” she added with a wink, “you taste better than peaches.”

The End

Notes:

I started this as a one-shot. I really did. Then I got excited by the prompts and it just kept coming and coming (pun intended). This was my first try at Marathon Sex. I hope you enjoyed!

#smquickies2023 #aged up characters #pretty guardian sailor moon #sailor moon fanfiction

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