a/n: Gratuitous fun for my favorite couple.
As far as Gintoki was concerned, he'd won the lottery the day that Tsukuyo had agreed to marry him. After the paperwork was filed, the official documents stamped, and the wedding cake cut and promptly shoved into Kagura's mouth, he considered his life to be complete.
Sure, she was a workaholic, and seemed totally incapable of expressing her needs at the best of times, but that was okay.
He knew what she needed when she came home after a hard night of work.
Stress relief.
She wasn't hard to figure out. A woman like Tsukuyo was responsible for the safety of a city, and as such, she had millions and millions of decisions to make every single day. When she came home to him, she wanted things to be simple. What she needed right now in his opinion, could be boiled down to three things.
A: A hot meal.
B: A hot bath, or...
C: A few orgasms. Maybe more than a few.
Gintoki wasn't going to pretend that he was a god in the bedroom, because frankly, before he had ever met Tsukuyo, his sex life had been virtually nonexistent. Their first time together had been fairly awkward. Still, with a lot of fumbling and banter that should have been kept silent, they had somehow managed to insert Tab A into Slot B, and it wasn't horrible enough for her to stop him from doing it again and again.
By now he knew her body so well that when he saw her open the door, incredibly tense from what he was sure was a long day of kicking criminal butt, he knew she was in desperate need of stress relief.
"Hi honey," he said, careful to modify his voice into something soothing, and rather nonthreatening. "How was your day at work?"
He knew from that incredibly long-suffering sigh that she needed to release some tension.
"It was terrible," she groaned, and shucked off her boots. "I don't know why men can't behave for one stinkin' second - everytime I turn around, there's just another damn miscreant doin' what he's not s'posed ta be doin'!"
She sighed again and rubbed her eyes. "I swear ta god, if things don't calm down this week, I'll be completely swamped, and - " She put her hands to her face, as if she was trying to compose herself.
"Now, now," Gintoki said consolingly, playing his appropriate part as the trophy husband that he was. "You shouldn't get ahead of yourself. Take it one day at a time."
She nodded, and he took it as his cue to give her a long, comforting hug.
Once he felt her unwinding down, he picked her up.
"Wait, Gintoki - "
"Don't think," he said soothingly. "Let me take care of you."
"But - "
"Shhh," he said, and then she quieted. A mischievious glint sparkled in her eyes, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, an eyebrow quirked. "Are we going to do what I'm thinking?"
"Of course we are," he said, winking at her. "Like I said. I'm here to take care of you."
Over the years they had been together, Tsukuyo had learned from him not to take things too seriously. It was a work in progress, but he had challenged a lot of her beliefs. Like, for example, the fact that sweets were an invariable part of any man's diet. Strawberry milk as an essential need. Or...
Sex as a way to forget how sucky her job was.
He gently carried her to their futon, placing her down rather abruptly; and right when she was able to re-orient herself, he instantly moved his hands under her kimono, sliding her panties off.
Without further preamble, he dove his tongue into the folds of her cunt, causing her to instantly forget about her incoming duties at work.
"Oh, fuck - "
He was used to her gripping his hair. He stared at her as she bucked her hips, and readjusted his arms to pin her down, not allowing her to escape from his pinpoint precision. His tongue lapped her eagerly and expertly, and as her moans started to escalate with each minute, he inwardly smiled to himself.
Tsukuyo never looked better than when she was incoherent.
She had grown confident enough to start riding his mouth, to begin controlling where she wanted him to go. Never a man to go against her wishes, Gintoki simply followed, his eyes never leaving her face, flushed with desire.
"God, yes - " she panted.
That's right, Gintoki thought to himself. Enjoy yourself, honey.
That this woman belonged to him and him only made the scene before him much hotter.
He grazed his teeth on her clit, and then sucked it even harder. The sounds coming from her were growing louder by the second.
Their eyes locked. As his own calmly met hers, gauging and watching every one of her reactions, it caused her to buck up suddenly. A chord had been cut loose, and she let out a most undignified wail as she crashed, her legs quivering and quaking as he withdrew, smirking.
He'd let her rest. For a minute.
He stood up and reached for something that they hadn't used in a while, but well. He was here on a mission, to deliver as many orgasms as he could to his beautiful, hardworking, and frankly, out of his league bombshell of a wife. To not do so was a sin, he figured.
A vibrator, shapped like a rabbit, would be able to deliver dual stimulation. Tsukuyo saw it, and her eye widened.
"I don't - "
"Shhh," he said, smirking slightly. "I need you to relax, honey. Just... let it go."
"You are shameless," she complained, but didn't make any move to protest against it.
Maybe she really was stressed, he mused. Turning on the lowest setting, he set the vibrator against the seam of her sex. Tsukuyo moaned softly, an encouraging sign for him to go further.
He reached out for one of her breasts, pinching one of her nipples. She squeaked and tried to scoot away from him, but with one of his arms, he pinned her down again.
"Now, now," he chastised her. "Hands on the futon, Tsukki."
"But - "
"Hands down or I'll tie them there," he warned her playfully.
Her hands stayed down. He then pushed the toy further inside of her, switching onto a slightly higher setting. The rabbit ears were grazing her clit, and judging from her gasps and breathy moans, she was well on the way to her second orgasm for tonight.
He moved up higher, careful not to press her down too heavily. But he couldn't resist laving his tongue around one of her breast, sucking on the nipple intermittently while squeezing it ever so gently. She owned the best pair of tits in town, and he always made sure to show his appreciation whenever he could. The other hand was busy squeezing the other breast, coaxing whimpers and nonsense words out of her. He alternated breasts, making sure that they received equal treatment.
Her hips jerked, already trying to fuck the vibrator as her hand twisted the sheets, arching her back.
"Gintoki..."
He withdrew his mouth from her for a moment. "Yeah?"
"Let me... come... "
It was always a bit easier to accomplish multiple orgasms after you acheived the first one. He grinned wickedly, and said, "Who am I to deny the Shinigami Dayuu what she truly deserves?"
He darted his hands around the toy, and flicked it on the highest setting. He didn't forget to pinch one of her nipples as hard as he could.
Tsukuyo screamed.
Every muscle in her body clenched; and he could see her thighs shaking as she came, making a complete and utter mess on their sheets. Watching her cunt clamping down on the toy was easily one of the most erotic things he'd ever had the privilege to see.
He withdrew it. Slowly. "How was it?"
"Sheddep," she groaned.
That was his wife for you. She wouldn't admit that she had thoroughly enjoyed it, but the proof was in front of him.
"All fours," he said, and helped her turn over on her stomach, to get on her knees. At this point she was a wobbly mess, but he still had a job to finish. It was, quite possibly, the only job that he'd ever enthusiastically and cheerfully participate in with all of his soul. He undressed what had been left of his clothing, and once he was done with that, placed a hand on her ass.
"What're ya doin'..." she mumbled sluggishly.
"Taking care of you," he said, and then placed his mouth against the folds of her sex.
Vibrators certainly had their time and place. Gintoki was fond of using them whenever he wanted to see her shattered into a million pieces as quickly as possible. Variety was the spice of life, and whatever would allow his wife to feel the carnal pleasures of being a woman, he'd happily use on her.
He wasn't arrogant to assume that penetration alone would be adequate enough for his wife; hell - she had lived most of her life in Yoshiwara! At a certain point, surely a woman with such a background would have high expectations in a man's ability to satisfy. Vibrators were a sign that he was open to admitting that her pleasure was important.
But.
There was a certain sense of accomplishment he felt when he was able to replicate the same exact reaction in her using his hands and body.
For the next thirty minutes, he ate cunt like it was for his pleasure as much as it was for hers. He moved his tongue and fingers, systematically breaking her down. Fingering and biting, sucking and licking. Everything was for her benefit. Orgasms began to pile up, one after another, and he continued to pull on her folds, teasing her and delivering what she needed before sinking his finger into her cunt.
"I'm coming," she howled, at this point no longer caring who heard them. "Oh god, oh god, oh my god - "
He could hear how hoarse her voice was. Good. That was his time to get his fill.
"Tsukuyo, I'm going to fuck you, all right?"
He'd been rock hard for long enough that his cock was starting to hurt. He didn't hear anything except for a nod of her head, still placed on her pillow.
She was in the perfect position for him to take her. He sank into her with one quick stroke, groaning as he did so. She was perfect. Always tight, always wet and warm.
Not the first time, he thought that she was truly made for her and her eternally.
Her toes curled. She moaned as her hips shifted around him, but he held her firmly in place.
"You're not going anywhere," he said, hands gripping her waist with an assured confidence that only came from knowing exactly when and how to please her.
She was much too spent to retort back.
This was his time to set the pace and speed of how hard and fast he'd fuck her. No resistance would be met from her, although he wasn't intending on disappointing her.
In fact, he was set on doing the very opposite.
He deliberately overwhelmed her. Fast and furious, he thrusted inside her, surrounding her with all the sheer want he held for her body. He made sure to tell her, over and over, exactly how good she felt. Let his gasps reach her ear as he delivered deep strokes, one after another, hitting all her correct spots.
"So good," he said, his breath burning hot against her ear. "I'll always take care of you. Always."
She was starting to babble nonsense. Another promising sign.
"Gintoki, I can't - I don't - "
"Yes you can," Gintoki said, and started fucking her with a greater ferocity. He was intent on finishing her off with a grand finale.
Her last climax was inevitable. As he proceeded to rail her relentlessly, her body reacted immediately, and she gave one last, hoarse howl as she came with him inside of her, squeezing every inch of him.
The sounds and sensations of her orgasm proved too much for even him. His own mind was starting to become unhinged, and he moaned long and hard as he spilled inside of her, his own body trembling as he felt his own cum mixing with hers.
Dirty. Hot. Exhilarating.
Those were the words he'd use to describe the woman below him. With the last vestiges of his energy, he withdrew from her, finally choosing to collapse on the futon as he took in lungfuls of air.
Tsukuyo's eyes were glazed.
Chuckling, he scooped her into his arms, pressing a warm kiss on her forehead. "Is this what you needed, honey?"
Her nose scrunched up in protest, but grudgingly, even the Courtesan of Death had to give him praise for his outstanding service. "Yes, darling."
In a bit, he'd start to run her a bath. Heat up the dinner that he had lovingly made for her before she had arrived home, in the house that she had bought for the two of them. And then, they'd share a meal together, right until she was ready to drift off to sleep, preferably in a cleaner futon. He'd prove once again that he was the best husband for her. He'd always give her what she needed. Whether that was inside or outside of the bedroom, he'd take care of her.
After all, he just wanted her to be able to go to work again tomorrow without an ounce of tension.
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the end
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