AN: I want to thank everyone who favorited/reviewed my first story, Captive Princess. These two one-shots have been a labor of love and I'm so happy to finally share them with you. I have an idea for a longer SM series floating around in my head, so if you like my work so far, be sure to follow so you'll be notified when I start posting.
For Smutember 2021 Day 6: In the Kitchen (although it could go with Day 28: Dirty Talk too)
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"Code Pink!" Mamoru called from the living room.
"Chibiusa?!" Usagi's blonde head peaked around the corner, towel drying her hair.
"She's coming to visit next week," he grinned, waving the mysterious note he held in his hand. This was his future daughter's typical form of communication from the 30th century. Once a month or so, he and Usagi would wake to find a letter sent from Crystal Tokyo, magically appearing on their coffee table.
Mamoru couldn't be more thrilled. It had been nearly six months since they had last seen her. Since Chibiusa's senshi abilities were awakened, she was finally aging properly, and was well into her teenage years. Thus, her parents were entrusting her with a great deal of royal responsibilities, keeping her remarkably busy.
"That's perfect! I was worried she wouldn't make it to the culture festival," Usagi excitedly stumbled from their bedroom and squeezed his arm.
"She never forgets it," he mused. Mamoru was just about to hand the letter to Usagi when he noticed future Usagi's chicken scratch handwriting was absent from the end. That was strange. The Queen always signed off on Chibiusa's letters, leaving little messages for the two of them. Messages Usagi treasured so much, she stole them all away in a shoebox under their bed. It wasn't uncommon after a rough day for Mamoru to find her hunched over the box of letters, her face sticky with dried tears. Those letters from Chibiusa and her future self were her security blanket, her reassurance that everything would be okay, that she would be okay.
But no, the Queen had not scrawled a silly, meaningful note for Usagi. Rather than the childlike handwriting and a cute bunny drawing, he was met with his own neat penmanship.
Sorry we've kept her so long. My daughter, the queen-to-be, is over the moon to be attending the festival yet again.
Behave, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
K. Endymion
Mamoru made a mental note to never be as cryptic and annoying as King Endymion. Behave and don't do anything I wouldn't do? It was like the man got his rocks off by tormenting his younger self. And Usagi would no doubt be more than a little upset to not have words from the Queen.
He took a deep breath and steeled himself to break the news to her.
"The Queen didn't sign this one. The King did," he felt like he was atoning. He should be happy his future self had graced them with his presence, but he knew how much Serenity's words meant to Usagi and wondered what this was all about.
"No way!" She snatched the letter out of his hand, and he watched her eyes as they darted from word to perfectly styled word. Her lips formed a grin he really didn't like the look of, not when it wasn't directed at him.
And why was she blushing?
To say he hadn't anticipated this reaction would be the understatement of his lifetime.
"You seem to be taking this hard," he remarked dryly.
Usagi grinned at him. "It's not every day I get a letter from my husband," she giggled.
Mamoru's stomach lurched into his throat and it remained there the rest of the morning as he ate, kissed Usagi goodbye on the train, and made his first rounds at the hospital. This was it: his long forgotten nightmare turned reality. The hell that had been his experience in the ruins of Crystal Tokyo came rushing back to him in spurts throughout the day. Gone was the collected, self assured, 25-year-old resident Dr. Chiba, engaged to the most beautiful and powerful woman in the galaxy. In his place stood the guarded, lonely, 17-year-old Mamoru: the boy who'd never been close enough to anyone to have a nickname, and had continuously failed the girl he'd been born to protect.
The mortifying memories of that day trickled in and weighed him like an anchor. His mind was flooded with images of Sailor Moon's stunned, contorted body enveloped in dark energy, Usagi's terror filled eyes as Demande kidnapped her, and the Moon Rod shattering against the ashy ground as she disappeared. Then there was the humiliation of getting himself lost in Space Time, losing days of consciousness, and coming around to witness Sailor Pluto dying and Usagi detransformed and weeping.
Yeah, fond memories. Even better was Rei filling him in on his own actions after the fact. He'd gone to Hikawa Shrine one overcast Sunday for answers, knowing she was the only one of the senshi who wouldn't lie to him to spare his feelings. Mamoru was less than thrilled to learn he had nearly broken Usagi's neck with the Moon Rod and yanked her broach from her body, causing her detransformation. Rei said the worst part wasn't even that, but the vacant look in his eyes, as if he were nothing more than a corpse reanimated to do his master's bidding.
Mamoru just felt…useless. How many times had he failed Usagi and Chibiusa during that time? He didn't deserve them nor their love. He was diminished and embarrassed, and King Endymion had been witness to it all.
In Endymion's command center, before everything went to hell, Mamoru had pointedly ignored the blade jabbing his heart when Usagi's eyes unconsciously roamed over the King's transparent body. When she held his gaze just a second longer than everyone else did. And again when he shot her a quick, teasing smirk, identical to the one Mamoru himself always gave her.
King Endymion was taller than Mamoru, broader, more chiseled, and his voice held a deeper, more compelling tone. He was gentle, yet commanding, even as a hologram, elegant, ethereal, and held authority over all around him with a soft confidence gained through centuries of rule.
Although he was Mamoru of the future, the King was everything his current self was not. The fact was, Endymion had stopped aging at 26 years, and at 25, Mamoru didn't feel like he checked any of those boxes yet. The only thing remotely similar between the two was their hair. While the King's hair did seem to be styled and slightly longer, it wasn't nearly as regal as he had expected. Instead it held the same unruly quality as Mamoru's, just better looking.
He knew it was stupid. He knew he was literally jealous over himself. But he couldn't help it. When Nemesis was destroyed and Crystal Tokyo was restored, neither Usagi nor Neo Queen Serenity could fight the magnet pulling them together in the meeting that wasn't supposed to happen. The Queen, King, and Senshi had all awoken, and stood face to face with their younger selves.
Every one of them stood captivated as Sailor Moon and Neo Queen Serenity quietly gushed over each other, the energetic buzz between the two women palpable to all. They kept their distance from one another due to Space Time law, but Endymion needn't heed such practice with Sailor Moon. Mamoru saw red when the King approached Usagi, whispered in her ear, and kissed her fucking cheek. Usagi blushed from her ears all the way down to where her skin disappeared beneath her fuku as Endymion flashed her one more of Mamoru's trademark smirks and returned to his wife's side.
Mamoru spent the following several weeks deliberating if he'd ask Usagi what Endymion had said to her. He didn't necessarily want to know, and he was feeling extremely less-than since the battle. So he handled it the only way he knew how: he buried it. He swallowed his jealousy towards his future self, down his chest and into the pits of his stomach where it laid dormant, festering for years. He chose to forget Usagi's Endymion-shaped heart eyes and spent his energy proving that he, not Endymion, was the only man who could make her happy.
But then came Endymion's letter, slithering down his throat and tearing open those teenage insecurities like a child with a birthday present. He kept the twisting knife in his heart carefully hidden as he watched Usagi drag out that worn, well-loved comforter covered in smiling white bunnies and Luna-P heads. His smile was genuine when they set up the futon in the corner of the living room and strung fairy lights, recreating Chibiusa's attic bedroom in the Tsukino house. He even managed not to interject when Usagi zealously rattled off everywhere they would go and see with Chibiusa, even more so than normal.
What he couldn't ignore, however, was the fact that it had been two days since the letter arrived, and Usagi hadn't smuggled it away to her shoebox for safekeeping. No, Endymion's stupid calligraphy was two inches from Usagi's tapping fingers as she leaned over the kitchen island, humming away and writing out a miles long list of groceries for Chibiusa's stay.
"Come on, Mamo-chan, instant yakisoba is her favorite. What if they don't have it in the 30th century and this is the only chance she gets to eat it?"
"With you in charge, I find that hard to believe," he chuckled.
She huffed in response. "Maybe," she shrugged, reading over her long list. His breath caught in his throat as her long fingers tapped idly on the letter.
He was being an idiot and he was well aware of the fact, but he couldn't control the accusing tone of his voice. "Maybe you can send a letter back to the King and ask him. I'm sure he knows."
Usagi's back was to him, but he knew from the tone of her voice that she was knotting her brow. "Why would I ask him?" But she quickly gave herself away when her hand flinched away from the letter. "I'll just ask Chibiusa. Don't know why I never thought to before."
He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. "Wouldn't you rather hear it from him though?"
She turned her head around to face him and sure enough, her brow was furrowed in concern. "What's up?" She questioned gingerly.
Of course, he realized all too late that he didn't have an answer for her. What could he even say? 'I'm feeling pretty fucking inadequate over a lavender suit tool who lives 900 years in the future. Please please please stop drooling over future me or I'll take out my inferiority complex on you.' Right.
He kept his eyes on the floor, not daring to look into hers for fear of what he'd find in them. Mamoru wasn't the jealous one in this relationship. This type of behavior he wouldn't put past Usagi when they were teenagers, and while Usagi did still occasionally have an old bought of jealousy, there's no way she'd be this immature about it.
"Hey," she broke through his spiral as she turned to fully face him, leaning back against the island. "What's going on with you?" Concern filled her sapphire eyes and Mamoru had to swallow another pang of guilt and self loathing. This wasn't her fault. He regret having said anything at all. Force it back down, Chiba. Keep it locked away, buried so deep you won't even feel it festering.
"Why do you still have that letter?" He practically whispered, gaze still cast towards his feet.
"I keep all of Chibiusa's letters, why is this one any different?" Her tone held no accusation.
"You doknow why it's different." Mamoru finally raised his gaze to hers. "Don't you?"
Usagi's fearful look told him she had some inclination. Her lips formed a hard line, and her eyes became that deeper shade of blue that only happened when they were filling with tears.
"Do you—do you think…maybe this is the last one?"
Every tensed up muscle in Mamoru's face relaxed in an instant. This was an entirely different conversation and not one he was prepared for at all. "Why would you think that?" He asked genuinely, uncrossing his arms.
She snatched up the letter in her right hand and held it up. "It's almost time, isn't it? If it were me, I wouldn't want to be the one to tell us. And it is me so this seems like something only you'd be strong enough for. She couldn't bare to say goodbye and take her away, so he did it for her. Just like you would do for me!"
Usagi was full on weeping as she rambled, having brought her hands to her eyes, the letter dangling between two fingers. Mamoru's jealousy now a distant memory, he delicately plucked the letter from her fingers and set it aside, taking her heaving form in his arms.
Of course. In a moment, it all clicked into place. Usagi going absolutely overboard in preparing for Chibiusa's visit, fluttering around, keeping constantly busy—that damned letter always within her arm's reach. He'd been so enraptured by his jealousy that he'd failed to notice it: Usagi was panicking.
She thought this was Chibiusa's last visit—ever.
Usagi had just turned 22, and if the future played out accordingly, she was meant to form Crystal Tokyo and ascend the throne within the year, with Small Lady's birth following not long after. According to Space Time law, two cannot exist in one time, not for long anyway.
"I'm not ready for this Mamo-chan," she wailed into his shirt, "I'm not ready to say goodbye. I'm not ready for any of it, I can't do this!"
This had been the furthest thing from Mamoru's mind. He had been so far up his own ass, he hadn't even considered a real reason for Endymion, not Serenity, to have signed the letter. Usagi had spent the last few days spiraling over a completely valid fear.
A fear that maybe…he had been holding in too.
"I'm not ready either," he let out a deep breath against her scalp, the weight of two worlds evaporating from his shoulders. "I'm so not ready to be him." At his confession, Usagi wiggled her hands out from where they were trapped against his chest, and wrapped them around his waist in a strong, shaky embrace.
"What are we going to do?" She tried and failed to keep her voice steady. "It's supposed to happen so soon…what if we're never ready?"
Mamoru didn't think he could ever live up to King Endymion, but it crushed him that Usagi was feeling the same way about Neo Queen Serenity.
Her fears couldn't be further from the truth, though. The woman in his arms had saved the world, the galaxy, several times over, all before she had turned 17. Mamoru knew without a doubt that the moment Usagi wielded the Legendary Silver Crystal once more and used its power to create their kingdom, she'd ascend her throne boldly and unapologetically. As far as Mamoru knew, he was her only setback. He just didn't know how to tell her.
"Usako, maybe we don't have to follow the path they did. What if we don't have to rush into it? Just because they were ready at our age, doesn't mean we'll be."
She pulled back to look at him with teary eyes. "I don't know if we're allowed to do it differently than them."
"Aren't we?" His thumbs brushed away the tears trying to escape down her cheeks. "Chibiusa altered the future indefinitely by time traveling. I think the future we experience could be a lot different from theirs. So…maybe there's no rush. Maybe we don't have to do everything exactly the way they did."
Usagi seemed to deflate a little, burying her face into Mamoru's shoulder as he continued. "I don't know if that's what the letter truly means, but it's okay to feel this way. Hell, I'd be worried if you didn't. You weren't ready when you became Sailor Moon. Luna threw you straight into battle with no guidance or experience. You made mistakes, you cried, and you failed. Then you fought, and you won, and you grew. And then failed and cried some more before winning again," she let out a weak giggle against his shirt, "Usako, I know it seems like this big and daunting thing, and it is, but you'll never be alone. You don't have to do it all yourself."
It was like Mamoru had stuck a pin into her back. All the tensed up stress held within her tiny body whooshed out of her in a relieved sob as she squeezed him. "You know the girls will never leave your side. And," he sighed into her hair, "I don't know if I'll ever be the king you need me to be, but I'll never stop trying. I'll work every day to be a king worthy of you."
Usagi shifted her head against him until her lips were at his throat. "You already are."
Mamoru gave a small hmph and smirked. "I don't know."
"Did you hear everything you just said?" Usagi kissed his neck and nuzzled it. "Sounded like a king to me."
"I'm no Endymion, but like I said, I'll always try," he promised.
Usagi sighed in his arms. "You know, back then, when we met the King…it was weird." Mamoru's arms unwillingly tensed around her, and she sensed it. Her hand trailed up his chest, his neck, and began tracing the lines of his face. "I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I just kept thinking, 'damn, that's what Mamo-chan's going to look like when he grows up?'" She giggled. "I didn't think you could get any hotter than you already were. The lavender suit was certainly a choice, but if anyone can pull it off, it's you." Mamoru smirked and nipped her finger tracing his lips.
"And then we met the Queen, and I thought, 'that's was I'm going to look like when I grow up?' She was the same but…not. Just like the King. Like, they held themselves differently, but their essence was still very much us. It was intimidating, but that didn't just happen overnight. We'll get there though, won't we?"
Mamoru stood spellbound in her eyes. He tenderly took her raised hand and kissed the palm. "Until then, are you fine with just me?"
"There's no such thing as 'just you,' Mamo-chan," she raised herself onto her tiptoes so her mouth hovered just beneath his, "Every battle I've won has been with you by my side, giving me the strength I need. I hope I always get to do that for you too. You're everything. You're already my king." Her lips captured his and he melted into them, his insecurities evaporating into the void.
"It's good to hear you say that," he whispered when she broke the kiss.
"I mean it."
"I still don't like the way he was looking at you," he grumbled against her cheek, his hands roaming to her hips. Usagi's laughter filled his ears as her body shook against his, squeezing him tight. "That's not exactly making me feel better," he chuckled.
"Is that what you were so upset about? Mamo-chan, you never get jealous!"
"I can't help it," he mumbled into her shoulder.
Usagi took a deep, steadying breath. "Trust me, I know. Would it help if I said you have nothing to worry about?" He groaned again in response, embarrassed.
"Our lives are so weird," Usagi continued to giggle. "But you seriously just made my day. I feel so much better." She pulled back and flashed her million dollar smile, the one reserved only for him, and gave the tip of his nose a peck. "You're the only king I love, okay?" Her hands traveled south to give his ass a squeeze before she pulled away and returned to the island.
"Hey now," Mamoru crept up behind her as she resumed her list making. "I wasn't finished with you."
"I wasn't finished with my list, jerk," but he could hear the grin in her voice. Towering behind her, he pressed his body flush with hers, capturing her lithe hands and pinning them to the island.
"I want to hear you say it again."
"I wasn't finished with my list, jerk," she repeated, her voice low in mock seduction.
Mamoru let out an amused growl as he lowered his lips to her ear. "Is that really the game you want to play, little rabbit?"
"Mamo-chan-" Usagi's breath hitched as she pretended to struggle.
Mamoru felt the heat of her body against him as his lips moved to her neck. "That's not it, either."
She shuddered as he grazed her neck with the lightest of kisses, and let her head fall back into his shoulder. "My King," she breathed as her eyes closed, letting him take full control.
One strong hand released her trapped one and traveled up the length of her arm, brushing long, blonde hair aside at the shoulder. Her breath quickened as he took a soft grip on her throat, and his tongue dragged slowly, possessively up her temple.
"I'm the only one that gets to make you blush," he whispered gruffly into her ear. The hand at her neck shifted around to the back, and he used it to bend her fully over the island. While he held her down, Mamoru's free hand roamed down the length of her back, slipped underneath her short skirt, and took a handful of her ass.
"Whose ass is this?" He asked as he squeezed and she giggled. Upon receiving no answer, Mamoru brought his hand back and spanked her hard, causing her to gasp and writhe.
"Whose ass is this, Usako?" He commanded, his voice authoritative, reminding her who was in charge.
"Yours, baby," she whimpered while he massaged the point of the hit. Still holding her down by the neck, he flipped her skirt up with one hand and yanked her underwear down to her knees.
"Again," he spanked her bare ass and she squealed at the sensation.
"Yours, my ass is yours, Mamo-chan!"
"That's right," his fingers caressed her backside and made their way to her slick core, waiting for him. He slipped into her folds with ease and rubbed slowly up and down. "And who does this wet pussy belong to?"
Usagi moaned as one well-practiced finger circled her clit."Fuck, Mamo—" It wasn't so much an answer to his question as it was a blissful acknowledgement, but it was good enough. The finger that had been swirling her clit found her entrance and slipped into her channel, while his other hand released its grip on her neck.
"Who's the only one who can make you come?"
"You are, baby, only you can make me come!" Mamoru slipped a finger of his free hand into her mouth and she turned her head back so he could watch her suck. He was already hard, and he felt his cock twitch and his hips began moving against her. As he added a second finger into her pussy, he did the same to her mouth, two fingers in each entrance, pumping in tandem.
"Do you want to come, Usako?" She moaned and nodded as she sucked, her pussy becoming more slick with his words.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Mhmm," she breathed around his fingers, letting her head fall onto the island. Mamoru took his wet fingers out of her mouth and used them to hold her face back up.
"Do you want me to fuck you right here on the counter?" He was switching between pumping into her and massaging her clit, keeping her fully stimulated and ready for him.
"Yes," Usagi panted, "please, I need you…"
"Need me to what?" He demanded.
"Please, I need you to fuck me on the counter, Mamo!"
His pants were at his ankles and he was inside her in record speed; Mamoru grunting as he pumped forcefully, and Usagi moaning at a volume that would probably grant them a noise complaint later on. His grip on her hips would likely leave a few bruises, but she loved wearing little reminders of him wherever she went. And she would remember she was his.
He needed more, to be fully enveloped in her body. Without warning, he ceased his rapid thrusts and exited her. Before Usagi could even groan at the loss of contact, his hands were on her waist, spinning her to face him, and lifting her to sit on the island. The moment her ass hit the hard surface he was inside her again. Her long legs automatically wrapped around him, locking at the ankles, granting him his wish.
Mamoru pumped slower now, more sensually, but gave each thrust the same force as before. With the leverage of her legs hooked around him, he released her waist, letting his fingers slide underneath her thin shirt. They grazed upwards across her skin, taking the fabric with them, lifting both shirt and bralette to rest above her breasts. Mamoru wrapped his arms around her and leaned his queen back enough to bring one pert nipple to his lips. He licked, kissed, sucked, and attended to it the way only he could.
"Whose beautiful tits are these?" He whispered into her chest, switching to give her other nipple his love.
"Yours, Mamo," she responded in kind, her voice breathy and filled with ecstasy. "Always yours."
Usagi's hands made their way from Mamoru's biceps to the hem of his shirt, helping him pull it over his head while he relieved her of her shirt and bra. He took her in his arms again, skin-to-skin, as deep within her as their bodies would allow.
"Mine," he whispered roughly into the crook of her neck. Usagi shuddered in his arms and he resumed his rapid, forceful pumping, filling every inch of her. He felt the familiar sting of her nails dragging down his back, hissing as she left angry red marks in her wake. His desperate lips found hers, swallowing her moans, their tongues invading each other in an open mouth, sloppy embrace.
"Never stop fucking me, Mamo," she panted against his lips. "Please, never, ever stop fucking me!"
Mamoru groaned as he kissed her fiercely again, her words nearly making him do just the opposite. He couldn't reach her clit in this position, but he knew his hips were hitting it with each thrust against her.
"I'll always fuck you, Usako," he whispered right into the sensitive spot beneath her ear, "I'm gonna be the only one who fucks you forever—"
"Forever—"
"—and I'm gonna make you come every day."
Usagi mewled, arms held tightly around his neck as he felt her walls begin to tighten.
"My Queen."
Her whole body convulsed against him as she came, twitching and writhing against her will. It only took a couple quick pumps before he was coming along with her, squeezing her undulating body against his. They were completely spent, panting, sweating and, aside from Usagi's bunched up skirt, stark naked in the middle of the kitchen.
Mamoru was brought out of his haze by Usagi's blissed out giggling in his arms. "Maybe this is what he meant by 'don't do anything I wouldn't do.'"
He laughed, exhausted, as his forehead fell to her shoulder. "The guy lives to torture me, I swear."
Usagi squeezed him tighter. "I love you."
"God, I love you," he came back up and kissed her lazily. "Now would you please put that letter away before I burn it?"
"Sure thing, your majesty," she teased. He groaned and leaned his forehead into hers.
"Hey,"
"Hey."
Mamoru took a deep breath. "What did he say to you? When he kissed you?"
"I wondered if you were ever going to ask," Usagi smirked, leaning into his ear to whisper her coveted secret.
Crystal Tokyo, 30th century
"Is there a particular reason you needed to sign the letter?" Neo Queen Serenity questioned her husband. "You look far too smug about it."
"I just like to keep young Mamoru on his toes," King Endymion leaned against the doorframe of their bedroom, unbuttoning his dress shirt. "Sometimes he needs to be reminded of the incredible woman he has."
Serenity narrowed her eyes at him, grabbing his chin and searching his eyes for any sign of ulterior motives. "Answer accepted." She brought his lips to hers for a quick kiss. "Is that why you made a spectacle of kissing Sailor Moon in front of everyone?"
"No, my love, that was to tease you."
"Mamoru Chiba!" She swatted at his arm. He responded with a growl and lifted her off her feet, his queen's legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Serenity's hands grasped at his hair as she kissed him possessively. She was happy Endymion had given up on trying to style it after only a couple decades. Her hands just always seemed to find themselves roaming through his ebony locks, destroying any semblance of a regal style.
"What did you say to make her blush like that?"
"It's a secret," he teased. Serenity growled and tightened her grip on his hair. "Ahhh-"
"Your queen demands an answer," she threatened.
"Alright, alright," he grinned as she released him. Endymion brought his lips to Serenity's ear, just as he'd done to Sailor Moon some years ago, and whispered their coveted secret. "It's good to see you, Usako."