A/N: This is a birthday gift for one of my good friends, and it will have five chapters in total. Yes, I am well aware of the fact that most friends just write some random nonsense on a card, or the person's facebook wall these days, but I feel that REAL friends write friends birthday porn.
So, happy birthday, dude.
WARNING: THIS. IS. SMUT. Yes, there is plot, but this is a PORN WITH PLOT. If you do NOT want to read sex scenes, just click that lovely red X in the upper right hand corner of your screen now. Yes, now. Each chapter will get progressively less tame in the bedroom sense, as per his request. Because I am THAT awesome of a friend, I will happily tailor it to his likes. THIS IS FREAKING PORN. If you complain about how graphic it is, I swear to THOTH I will dismember you.
With love,
Korrupted.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon. Otherwise I would be happy as all hell, and a whole lot wealthier. And I probably wouldn't be writing on fanfic, now would I?
Mamoru stood in the doorway of the house he and his girlfriend shared, a bouquet of roses in his hand as his blue eyes closed. It was their anniversary and the black haired man had almost forgotten the date, the prince of Earth forced to stop by Makoto's apartment to hurriedly beg her to help pick out flowers and a gift for his affectionate -lazy, but affectionate- lover. He really was in her debt for this one.
He took a deep breath and opened the door to see his blonde sweetheart setting the table with an ice cream sandwich crammed halfway into her mouth, somehow managing to eat the item without dropping it onto the table. His features softened into a wide grin, Mamoru walking over to his beloved moon princess to kiss her forehead tenderly. "Usako, you should probably finish your dessert while I finish setting the table. Here, these are for you." The man offered her the flowers, hoping the senshi of the storms hadn't led him astray with her suggestions.
The blue eyes of the young woman before him seemed to sparkle, the fact that she set down the unfinished ice cream snack just to kiss him in thanks told Mamoru that the Jupiter soldier had at least been right with the flowers. He felt her slender arms resting around his neck, kissing the younger female gently but passionately; he could taste the sweetness of the vanilla confection on her lips, but he loved it. The cool dessert flavor seemed to meld perfectly with the taste of her lips, Mamoru feeling intoxicated by the combination before pulling back and retrieving a jewelry box from his jacket pocket as well. The moment he had her attention on the velvet box, he opened it to reveal a crystal pendant with the left half carved like the Earth, the right half the moon. "Happy anniversary, Usako." He whispered, grinning as his lover's jaw dropped in awe. He owed Makoto big time for this; she had seen it in the shop window while he had missed it.
"Mamo-chan! It's...! It's...!" He laughed as she struggled to find the words she so desperately needed to describe how much she loved it, the vapid blonde settling for kissing her taller boyfriend once again instead. Sometimes, Usagi just preferred to skip stumbling over her words and show him that limitless depth of affection that her enormous heart somehow managed to house. It was one of the things the blue eyed hero loved about her, even if she would trip over completely flat surfaces on a near hourly basis.
He motioned for her to turn around for him as he took out the necklace and held it, lovingly draping it around her neck before clasping it once more, then turning her gently around to have a look at Usagi. Her blue eyes were bright with happy tears, the tip of her nose red as she giggled, her pale hand brushing away a tear that rolled down her soft cheek, the girl looking even more like the queen she was destined to become regardless of the emotional display. "Oh, Usagi... You look so beautiful..." He breathed in reverence at her innocent beauty, staring on in open rapture.
A faint blush blossomed to life on her cheeks, the pink hue deepening by the second as a shy grin broke out, the young woman hugging him tightly before glancing at the finished pot of food. 'We COULD always eat it in the morning...' She rationalized, smirking as she leaned up to kiss her blue eyed prince once more, but more passionately, the hunger and desire in the action growing. It ignited the burning blaze within the man, his arms wrapping around her firmly as he pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue tracing along her bottom lip in a silent request of entry. The moment Usagi granted him admittance, Mamoru seized it, feeling her smaller hands pulling him closer to her own body, tiny, mewling groans of contented pleasure escaping her mouth to be muffled against his. It was almost like a precarious feeling of drowning in the other person's embrace, but both seemed oddly undisturbed at that fact.
Usagi finally found herself able to pull back a bit as her breathing came in short, heavy pants, her whole body alight with need and desire. She felt him lift her body up to wrap her legs around his waist, his lips on hers once more as the princess of the moon clutched her arms around his shoulders, her slender fingers running through his black tresses as she felt him walking to somewhere. She was lost in his lips as he fumbled with a door, his left hand gripping under her thigh to help support her before he lowered her to the bed, the blonde young woman feeling his firm length pressing into her center. It was gratifying that she held this power over him, that she could turn him on with a few glances and well-timed kisses.
But deep inside, she knew that while Mamoru adored her, he always did hunger for more than she could offer him, but she had no idea how to remedy that fact. His hands trailed up her hips and stomach as his mouth nibbled down her throat, the blonde whimpering softly in pleasure as her head tilted back to expose more of her neck to him. Mamoru gripped the collar of her shirt before he simply tore it open down the center, his desire driven blue eyes drinking in the sight of his blushing girlfriend below him; how he loved seeing her so shy and still so beautiful. His hands trailed to her bra before he simply tore it between the cups, seeing her desire flushed face sulk minorly at the destruction of her clothing only for a moment before he too shed his blazer and shirt. "Usako, you are perfect..." He praised tenderly, ignoring the tiny pout she was showing at the destruction of the cloth coverings; she always did hate it when he got too aggressive.
Mamoru didn't allow Usagi much time to sulk, his mouth latching gently onto her left nipple to suck on the sensitive area. Her moans were intoxicating, the feeling of his girlfriend writhing under him in bliss empowering, but the masked hero had to keep his desires on a short leash. His sweet, gentle lover didn't enjoy those displays at all, and so he was bound to abide to her needs of simple pleasures. His agile fingers traced up her delicate skin, caressing her right breast firmly yet gently as his right hand fumbled with his pants, impatiently kicking the item to the bedroom floor with his boxers swiftly following. The air around them was gradually growing warmer and warmer, Mamoru pressing teasing kisses and nips along her stomach as she slid down her body, their blue eyes locked in a moment of erotic longing as he pulled down her now wet panties to discard them on the floor. "So perfect." He whispered in the thick, desire-laded silence that filled the room, swooping in to teasingly lick her wetness.
Usagi held a hand over her mouth as a moan of pleasure escaped her, her head tilted back from the bliss that Mamoru was granting her. She knew that this deliberate pace was killing him, but she couldn't stand anything faster, or rougher. However, the ever understanding blonde was starting to craft a rather hazy idea on how she could help her beloved Tuxedo Kamen. She felt his skilled tongue flicking inside of her passage, arching her lithe form as incoherent groans filled the room her hips bucking just a little. Usagi trembled, moaned, writhed, and squirmed in his grasp as the pleasure built in intensity, rocking her hips to assist his efforts.
There was a great force in her abdomen, much like a steel coil being tightly wound, the sensation tingling down her thighs as the Moon Princess clawed at the soft sheets below her. "Mamoru!" She moaned out loudly as the pressure reached it's peak and her form bucked with her climax.
When she had finally finished being swept away with the ecstasy from her orgasm, the odango-haired woman noticed her lover hovering over her body, panting heavily before he kissed her fiercely. She could taste the sweetness of her own pleasure on his tongue, her slender arms wrapping around his shoulders as he shifted enough to allow his throbbing, condom wrapped erection to press at her still quivering opening. The princess rocked her hips teasingly, causing the prince of Earth to groan in need, finding himself gently thrusting himself into her opening. Mamoru was always awed by just how amazing she felt around him, how her shuddering walls squeezed against his cock as he remained stationary for a moment or two, just basking in the sensations of being joined with the woman he loved beyond all else.
Gently, slowly, he began to slide in and out of her tight passage, feeling his lithe girlfriend arch under him as soft moans fluttered from her mouth to his. Short nails dug into his shoulders as Mamoru had to hold himself back from letting his aggression out, rocking his hips faster as her dripping center tightened on his length wonderfully, the blue eyed man kissing Usagi passionately. He groaned hungrily into her soft lips as his arms wrapped around her body firmly, holding her both protectively and a bit possessively. The moment she rolled her hips, blue eyes rolled upwards, the masked warrior thrusting faster and deeper into the moaning princess below. His thick, throbbing cock slid wetly in and out of her soaked opening, their sounds of bliss mingling in the heavy, sex-scented air as he continued his actions.
Mamoru never knew just what power Usagi had over him, but at times like this, he never cared. His mouth moved to the crook of her neck, biting and kissing the silky, pale flesh as he intensified his actions, the breathy whimpers and moans in his ear driving his desire to spike. Usagi was all but clawing at his firm back, trails of red skin left in the wake of her fingernails, her abdomen once again starting to gain the sensation of a coil being wound. Her athletic legs found themselves firmly wrapped about her lover's waist, her moans shorter, higher in pitch, and louder in volume as his thrusts grew stronger, more urgent.
His member seemed to swell just a bit more as he half-growled, shoving his length deep into her body as she finally hit a second orgasm. The tightening and stroking that wrapped around his cock shoved him over his own edge, his thick, hot seed filling the condom heavily. Once he no longer was seeing stars, he slowly leaned down and kissed the panting blonde tenderly on her lips once, twice, then a third time as his muscled frame shook slightly. Mamoru grinned down at the woman he adored as his right hand caressed her cheek with a feather-light touch, her hazy blue hues reflecting the deep love that was shining from his own for her; Usagi completed him. She was what he needed to feel free, while he was what kept her grounded. "I love you, Usako." He whispered in a voice filled with reverence, watching her blush and smile in response.
With a great amount of discontent, he slowly slid his softening length from within her, carefully removing the contraceptive and disposing of it before wiping himself off on a wash cloth, and walking to the kitchen for two glasses of tea. On his way there, he noticed the long abandoned confection on the dinner plate, melted and rather dismal in appearance, a crooked smile on his lips; only he had the ability to cause Usagi to allow ice cream to melt.
Usagi lay on her back on the bed, her slightly trembling fingers touching the pendant lovingly as she thought. She truly loved her boyfriend, but he still needed something she couldn't provide for him, something that she never would be able to. She chewed her lower lip nervously, stretching languidly before shifting to draw the thin sheets over her bare frame. How could she help him? He was so very aggressive at times, and the future queen knew it had to be killing him to not let it out. But who would be able to help him at her req- oh. That's the answer! Blue eyes widened in revelation, clutching her gift firmly on it's chain.
If she couldn't assist Mamoru, the only people she could trust to do so were her four best friends, her four guardians. At least one of them surely had the ability to tolerate his rougher nature. She could easily handle Mamoru for this battle; all she had to do was tell him that he had a 'hall pass' to sleep with each one of her closest friends only once.
The real battle would be convincing the girls to go along with it.