OMG, I know huuuuge break but I am back!

How is everyone?

I haven't been well lately so that explains the long hiatus, I also had a slight case of writer's block and such but like I said in my other story, I am not giving up on this!

Anyways this is an attempt at fail smut, so um, enjoy!

Disclaimer: GINTAMA IS COMING BACK IN A WEEK! So excited :) and I don't not own it, just these headcanons I have.

Moments

Prompt#6: Bold

"Gintoki..." began Tsukuyo unsure, her breathing had finally calmed down from the ragged pants earlier. She looked up at him with unsure eyes, never had he seen her like it before.

Full of uncertainty and so full of love also, he had to admit he felt a sense of pride at the thought of her looking at him in such a way, of course he has his harem of incredibly tsundere women (something that's treated as a joke on the outside, but he can feel the drop in temperature with Otae and Sachan in the room sometimes.)

But never in his life had he felt this way about another woman before. He had at first treated his nocturnal ero-fantasies as a phase, it would pass, he assumed, only it didn't.

Every second of every minute it stayed on his mind. Not exactly conscious but still lingering on the edges and seeping into his daily thoughts of, 'should I have that other parfait?' to 'that pain in my abdomen, what is it?' etc.,

But thoughts and other day dreams of her would seep in, until that's all he was thinking about and at moments, it would also start to 'show' much to his embarrassment.

To put it simply, he was frustrated in matters beyond himself. So when one day, he nonchalantly and inconspicuously 'dropped' by at Yoshiwara to 'check' on things, Hinowa informed him of Tsukuyo's odd behavior.

At the sound of her name, his heart started going all 'doki-doki' and all those gay shits shoujo manga's ramble on about, he started to believe he was having a heart attack. After acquiring necessary 'information' about his job, he went over to the troublesome woman's house, which was in a nice and quiet part of the still fledgling town.

Upon arriving to her house, he stood directly outside the fusuma door, calculating his chances of not finding her home and running back to Kabuki-chou with his tail tucked between his legs, but the inner 'Joui' in him didn't let that happen, as in the next moment, the door had slid open to show the object of his many, many fascinations.

Awkwardly, he greeted her and she, just as awkwardly invited him in. It was around six in the evening and she looked like she was on her smoke break on the engawa. As they sat by the open fusuma door, nursing cups of tea, Gintoki's mind much to his horror, began to process many lewd thoughts about this situation, now not only was this suicide, should she find out about how nicely he thought her kimono fitted her, but he was also coming up with incredibly feminine prose for her looks.

Her eyes, he noticed weren't just boring old purple. They were a mix of blue and lavender, with a misty silver sheen in them. If he could think of the perfect color, he would say a light violet to a soft periwinkle, and they were so nicely framed by sets of full, dark wheat colored lashes, that curled cutely at the end.

Horrified by that entire paragraph and he wondered if he was really turning into Paako and loosing himself as Gintoki. After a much uncomfortable silence, Tsukuyo, in her deadpanned tone asked him what he was doing there.

Gintoki gathered his thoughts, processed them and then procured words that were very wrong to the situation; "The fitting of the kimono is very nice." Only several moments after he had realized what he said, did he also realize that blood was trickling down his forehead and that she was actually blushing and stammering, calling him stupid and such.

But then realization dawned on him, she had only hit him with one real, albeit dull bladed kunai, along with several other suction tipped ones. As he pulled them off, he looked at her confusedly, he had made a deliberate pass on her that even on his level would have required some ass beating, but she let him off.

After a few awkward stare offs and lots of blushing, and other things adults who have too much sexual tension do not do, Tsukuyo did something different.

Call her bold maybe, but she had crawled over from her spot on the seat cushion and settling herself in front of him, back facing the engawa.

(He had sat close to the exit, if things didn't turn out too well.)

She looked at him with an intensity he hadn't seen on her before, but also an uncertainty he has had seen on her before.

She was going to make the first move, in this awkward semblance of a relationship, she was going to be the bold one. She twisted her body halfway, closing the fusuma door with one hand, Gintoki gulped, either he was going to get lucky or he was going to wind up being dead. In Yoshiwara. The place he was the savior of.

Tsukuyo leaned forward with a rigidness that wasn't lost on him, she was doing something she had never done before, and she shyly placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Gintoki's mind had frozen up when he was starting to understand wheere this was going, his widened eyes, slowly turned back to normal size as he responded to the kiss in a patient way.

He didn't want to exactly scare her off himself, he was trembling with excitement but also dying from the anxiety as this kiss would make sure the rest of the way from where they were.

Tsukuyo broke the kiss first and pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, they weren't exactly dead fish eye category anymore as far as she could tell. There was tenseness to them that could only be seen by someone who was desperately trying to find the answers to the same questions her heart was searching for.

Perhaps she wasn't the most feminine girl he had known or the cutest or the boldest, those categories belonged to Otae Shimura, Kagura and Sarutobi Ayame respectively. But she still wanted to try, of course it was clumsy but it wasn't half-hearted, she would be willing to find the answers but only if he felt the same also.

She shook her head trying to clear all unnecessary thoughts from it, thinking would do no good. When it came to Gintoki Sakata, Tsukuyo never remained the same, he was an idiotic moron (redundancy) who was a madao even though he was still in his twenties, and she decided she wouldn't want anyone else in the world.

With more courage this time, she cupped his face with both hands and placed another kiss to his lips, this time there was less hesitation and more tongue.

The torrid exchange of kisses continued as Gintoki brought her up from the floor to sit on his lap, her lags straddling apart and he kimono skirt riding up high to her waist.

He wound both arms around her waist as he wrapped both her arms around his neck, all the while still concentrated on the dueling of their tongues, Tsukuyo slipped one arm down his chest to where his belt/sash was and began untying it, as he worked both his hands to getting rid of the obi and obidome keeping her kimono in place.

As they threw both restraining garments aside, Tsukuyo shifted in his lap and accidentally rubbed up against a very sensitive part of his body. Gintoki let out a quiet hiss, Tsukuyo decided she liked the sound very much, so she continued grinding down to the lump beneath the layers of clothes.

Gintoki felt as if he wanted to burst, why hadn't he done this sooner, he wondered. He brought his hands up her sides to the top of her shoulders, his left hand slid down her right arm, taking with him the arm warmer she wore and tossing it aside as he trailed kisses across her collar-bone. Tsukuyo shivered, but eventually got the point, as she stopped her ministrations for a moment to lower her own kimono sleeves down her arm, exposing the vast expanses of creamy skin.

Gintoki groaned from the lack of friction, as he thrusted up, and placed wet kisses all over her neck. Tsukuyo gave a slight moan to his ministrations as she removed his white yukata and proceeded to unzip his black shirt, for her things were moving too slow. Gintoki laid down on the wooden floor, leaving Tsukuyo straddling his abdomen. She seemed startled by his actions.

"What..what are you doing?" she asked, in slight panic, she wasn't in the least bit experienced on this.

Gintoki gave her a lazy smile, "I wanna see what you can do, I think I've done enough on my part." Tsukuyo narrowed her eyes at him, but then smirked, she will get him back good for this.

Gintoki raised am eye brow at her smirk but decided to let it go, it had been a while since he teased her, and just because the situation is tense doesn't mean he shouldn't.

Of course the tension died down, since this had started, somehow he felt more at ease about this now. Tsukuyo leaned down to press another kiss on his lips, soon turning it to an open-mouthed kiss, as if she were trying to devour him, and he soon felt like an idiot for laying down in the first place.

She broke the kiss when the need for oxygen was becoming too much, and looked at him as if she were searching for something in his expression, Gintoki stared back at her, in a lust haze. She trailed kisses down his chest, slowly nipping here and there, all the way down to his abdomen, right above his belt. Gintoki, propping himself up on both elbows, only stared at her, as if to challenge her into continuing what she was doing. Tsukuyo gave him a downright sinful smile, before slowly undoing the belt, taking her sweet time.

Gintoki could only hiss and groan at the many times her hands would brush by the offending place on 'accident.' After what seemed like hours, Tsukuyo finally undid the belt and pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing a stiff member. Without so much a look at him, she continued her onslaught of kisses to his lower abdomen, dangerously close to the spot Gintoki wanted, but not quite there, she stopped short just above the lowest point before pressing her lips there and dragging it in a feather light way, causing Gin to hiss loudly and grip the back of her head.

She pressed her tongue to the tip of his member, which caused Gin to mutter out curses and push her head down further, causing the girl to almost gag. He knew he wouldn't last like this, if it kept going, so as any self-respecting man, who was trying to salvage the last of his dignity, he sat up and brought her face in for another searing kiss that left both their insides burning.

As they pulled apart, Tsukuyo gave him a saucy smirk, "Gonna do some work now?" Gintoki trailed his hand down to the slit of her kimono, until it disappeared completely, his hand trailed along her rear until it stopped at its destination at the apex of her thighs, in a torturous motion, his fingertips ghosted over her clit, the action caused her entire body to give out an involuntary shudder. He trailed his fingertips over the very wet spot once again, before she sat up and away from him, regaining her breath.

Gintoki used her distraction, to pull her close and onto his lap once again, her knees on either side of him and her arms around his shoulder. He looked at her tenderly, while playing with a bra strap, "Tsukky, if we go through with this...nothing," he paused for a moment, "nothing will be the same again."

She looked up at him as if he were the stupidest creature on the planet, "I know that, idiot, I know the risks for this as well as the consequences, but I don't care." Her words startled him, "I think it's safe to say that I want this more than anything." she said with a soft smile.

Her expression soon changed to that of a thoughtful one, she played with the curls of his hair, to ease the tension he guessed, she looked at him and just as quickly looked away "what, what do you want?" she asked him in a quiet voice, as she continued to run her fingertips through the columns of his hair. The action itself was distracting him, it was soothing but at the same time lit a fire deep within him. He struggled to keep his eyes open, and didn't gratify her question with an answer.

Tsukuyo was startled as he picked her up by her waist, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and held a firm grip on his shoulder, all the while looking at him uncertainly. Maybe he was going to drop her off in her room and go home, she mused, the thought itself felt like a stab of white-hot pain on her side.

She was startled out of her depressing thoughts as he pressed her up against a wall, at least it felt like a wall to her, she looked at him with a confused expression. He only looked at her in an unsettling way before his face broke into a cocky smirk, "I want the shinigami tayuu of Yoshiwara, that's all."

Her face softened before her lips broke into half-smile, "you think you can handle her? I heard she is a monster."

Gintoki smiled, "only when she is drunk," he said before sliding the door to her room open.

He broke out of his post coital thoughts from his name being called, he looked down at the blonde woman on his chest, peering up at him with periwinkle eyes.

'That word again,' Gintoki thought while shuddering.

She whispered something in his ears and he looked at her in disbelief, "Again?" he asked, his tone carrying a weary note.

She only pouted when he ignored her and closed his eyes, interlocking both his hands in the back of his head. She smirked evilly before straddling his waist and laid on top of him, tip of their nose connecting. If he was aware of the very naked female on top of him, he sure wasn't showing it.

"Guess I'll have to top again?" she spoke into his lips.

Gintoki's eyes flew open and switched their positions quickly, he looked down to see her beaming up at him, he had to wonder out of the two of them, who actually was the bigger pervert?

''More, more, more." she whispered into his ear, Gintoki groaned inaudibly as she thrust up.

It was gonna be a looong night.

Alright so here is my first rated M chapter, i felt as I owed you guys a treat from not updating for so long, and it's been a while since I wrote smut so yeah, not the best of my works, but fear not this is only the beginning.

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