Mood Music
Author's Note: Written for Week 4 of Smutember 2020; the inspiring prompt was "Awkward Sex."
Because this is far too short to be a standalone and I didn't want to up the rating for "In Your Orbit," I'm starting this collection in the hopes that I may actually write more smut in the future.
Eternal, enormous thanks to FloraOne for coordinating this event and for looking over my (relatively tame) attempt at smut. She is such a gift to our entire fandom, I swear.
I hope you enjoy!
Prompt: Awkward Sex
Word Count: 542 words
Rating: M
Morning light spilled in through the blinds over the window, bathing tangled limbs in a warm glow.
Usagi's panting gasps mingled with the sultry music drifting from the Bluetooth speakers on the shelf beside the bed, and her fingers tightened their hold in Mamoru's dark hair. His tongue moved between her thighs, and she let out a keening wail as he deftly pushed her nearer and nearer to the edge.
"Fuck, please, please, Mamo-chan, I'm so close…"
Suddenly, he pulled away from her, and she whined her displeasure as he sat up, taking his perfect chest much too far away from her, only to lean over and begin fumbling with his phone.
Her jaw dropped in righteous indignation as the almost-crest of her orgasm slipped away from her – and Mamoru was still on his phone.
What on earth could be on his phone that was more important than-
I'm sorry I'm not candid. I can say it if it's in my dreams.
Her eyebrows furrowed as her ears picked up an oddly familiar melody. Was that…?
"Dammit, I can't get the thing to…" Mamoru repeatedly jammed at his phone screen with his thumb as Usagi began to howl with laughter.
My thoughts are about to short circuit. I want to see you right now!
"You, you…" she stuttered through peals of giggles. "You have the Sailor Moon Theme in your sexytimes playlist?!"
His ears and neck burned red. "Not on purpose! I meant to put it on another playlist." Usagi continued to howl, and Mamoru's shoulders hunched forward as he finally got his phone to cooperate and skip to the next song, a sensual slow-jam.
Usagi wiped tears from her eyes, still cackling with laughter. "Thank god, Mamo-chan, because Sailor Moon? That's like, the least erotic thing ever."
He arched an eyebrow at her as he set his phone down again. Leaning in close, he caged her against the mattress with his body and arms. At the press of his firm chest against hers, her giggles abruptly stopped.
"You think so?" His warm lips brushed softly against her earlobe as his voice lowered to a purr. "You can't see anything alluring about the memory of my gorgeous wife regularly kicking ass?" As he spoke, his fingers brushed along her knee before slowly trailing up her inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Nothing at all seductive about the fact that she did it in the world's. shortest. skirt?" Each word was punctuated by a gentle nip to her throat.
She inhaled sharply and shivered as his fingers stopped just a millimeter shy of brushing against her; her teeth worried her bottom lip as she fought to hold back a moan. "Mamo-channn," she whimpered, and he chuckled against her neck.
"Or do you mean to tell me you never fantasized about Tuxedo Mask?"
"Fine!" The breathy exclamation burst from her as she squirmed beneath his fingers, trying to make them actually touch her. "Fine, fine, listen to whatever you want, just… stop torturing me, please."
The cocky smirk against her neck was palpable, but she couldn't find it in her to care in the least. Rising up, he wrapped practiced fingers around her knees and drew her close again.
"Gladly."
