ChikaNari anon kink
Title: n/a
Fandom: Sengoku Basara
- Characters: Chosokabe Motochika, Mouri Motonari
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Motochika x Motonari (Motonari genderbending [and tsun as usual], Motochika is really horny~)
Notes: For the anon sengoku_kink meme. ...I wrote hetero porn. HET PORN. And I'm AT SCHOOL, WORKING.
It was good to know a secret.
"Unhand me, demon!"
Chosokabe made a face that would have been a pout if it were anyone else. Getting past Mouri's scathing cat-act was a pain, like always, and shedding his armor to reveal the her beneath was a chore that, in the end, was worth it. Like always.
Mouri squirmed and struggled, trying to smack Chosokabe in the head with her armguard, but it was unlatched too soon for the hit to be solid. She was slippery, however, and Chosokabe always did have to fight to keep his hold. "You're the one going around wearing that veil."
"I wasn't wearing it," she hissed.
"Last time," he said and finally only had modest clothing to shed from her body. He sat back and dragged her with him, hooking his legs over hers and pressing her back to his chest. "Been hard for you since last time."
"Oaf," she called him, and Chosokabe tugged open the thin, white tunic in retaliation, to get at the bandages he knew were crossing her chest without even seeing them. But as he forced the wrappings down, Mouri's arm flailed back, intending to elbow him in the head. Chosokabe took a portion of the blow (he liked anticipating her next move at this stage; it was necessary, after all) and made to grab both her wrists to hold in one of his own hands.
"That wasn't very lady-like," he whined, and licked a broad swipe across the back of her neck. She made a startled noise, and he moved in with his free hand to finish the job. The wrappings gone, he mourned the loss of both hands free, but made due by nuzzling the crook of her neck, smelling the scent of the battlefield she was immersed in, as he cupped one small breast and massaged it like a gentleman-pirate should (he could act like one, when he tried). "I think you missed me."
"No one could miss you," she insisted, but Chosokabe forced an inconsistency from her with a gasp that escaped as his callused palm brushed teasingly over a nipple.
"I hope you think otherwise," he breathed throatily into her ear. "Because my dick's missed you, and it really wants to go home."
Her shoulders twitched, and Chosokabe changed their positions in case the naughty talk went too far. He rolled them both over to pin Mouri to the bedding, and emphasize just how much his anatomy missed Mouri's company by bumping his clothed crotch into her clothed ass.
"I'd cut it off if I could," Mouri assured him, pink in the face as she twisted her head to glare at him in the eye. "I'm sore for days after these encounters! You're not exactly an accommodating fit!"
Hell if that wasn't the first time she said anything about that. The image amused him more than it worried him, however; if it actually hurt during sex, she would have told him squarely. Chosokabe beamed, and Mouri found it an eerie parody of a devil's grin. "Good thing you really are a woman then. It'd be worse if you were a guy."
"You went after me when you thought I was." Chosokabe removed some of his weight to remove the lingering tunic from Mouri's arms. It was an opportunity Mouri didn't let pass to attempt to slip from the pirate's possession, and it almost worked, if Chosokabe hadn't made a frantic grab at the hem of her pants. The pants tugged down, knocking Mouri off her knees and jerking the material down to her thighs.
Ah, he loved that sight. She twisted to flop onto her back for leverage, but Chosokabe held her knees to the side. Otherwise, he'd probably get a kick to the face, which would hinder this process some.
But Mouri did need to be placated. Suddenly, he was looming over her, taking in the glorious sight of her nakedness, yet before he could do anything to change her scowling face, she reached up and pulled him down by his metal collar to kiss him.
Oh he loved surprises. He bore her down, propped by his elbow, lips frantic for the other pair. Mouri hummed at the intensity, and her hands flew to entwine themselves in soft white hair, pushing the eye-patch to fall away as well as keep him secured. With each little moan and noise she made, it all pooled into and tightened his erection painfully. And the more it cried out to screw formalities and just go, the more his one gloved palm ran down the flat of her belly with the itch to abate his own need (oh god, he wanted to, he really wanted to) and slid his fingers across her clit where she jerked (oh, wet)-- He halted his journey for a pit stop, circling the nub by blind feel (should have taken both gloves off, dammit), and swallowing her cries like they were water. Her hips bucked in time to his hand's movements, rolling them enticingly. His aims suddenly when in a million directions: did he want to be down there, lapping at Mouri himself? Did he want to stay up here and prime himself to fuck her? Did he put her so her cunt was to him and his cock to her, and lick while she sucked?
Chosokabe cried inside. He wanted it all. Now.
Regardless, his hand abandoned her clit to slither two fingers inside. And how she did cry out.
Gloved fingers thrust in and out like a piston, and her legs clamped together over his arm. He still moved his fingers--just not with great exuberance anymore-- as she pulled his mouth from hers. Flush with arousal, embarrassment, heat, she tightened her hold on his hair, painfully.
"Stop, stop," she panted, desperately.
He stilled, deep inside, and she felt it with a shift of her hips.
The words that made up his mind back to plan A was all he needed to hear: "Fuck me."
Chosokabe couldn't remove his arm and both their pants fast enough before he was guiding his cock inside her.
----
"I'm going to have bruises on my nipples," she said testily. Watching her feel them--Mouri's own hand on her breasts, what more did he need--he felt his cock stirring. And it must have shown on his face, because she bit, "Barbarian. You sucked too hard. What makes you think I'm letting you come near me again?"
"We'll see if you're saying that within a couple weeks." He leaned forward and wrapped an arm around her waist, planting his face to her hip. He kissed her skin there, twice, and was happy for it.
It was quiet, for a moment, until she murmured, "Not for the next week, okay?" She began carding one hand through his hair as he asked why.
"Last thing I need is to become pregnant."
Oh? Chosokabe thought about it, thinking to his own 18-month-old son, Nobuchika. And he grinned against Mouri's hip. "I think it's the best thing you need."
The cat came back. She bristled, and clocked him in the head. "I am not getting pregnant, and especially not by you!"
The game was afoot now. Chosokabe wrestled her back, and his shark grin was back in place of his simple one. "What, you can't imagine it? You carrying my child, leaving you vulnerable to my frontal attacks because no army is going to let a woman lead them, especially not when their lord is ladened, and I would conquer you and the province of Aki, and hey, we'd already have an heir. You could call him..." He pondered. "...Takamoto."
The punch that connected to his face hurt.
Fandom: Sengoku Basara
- Characters: Chosokabe Motochika, Mouri Motonari
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Motochika x Motonari (Motonari genderbending [and tsun as usual], Motochika is really horny~)
Notes: For the anon sengoku_kink meme. ...I wrote hetero porn. HET PORN. And I'm AT SCHOOL, WORKING.
It was good to know a secret.
"Unhand me, demon!"
Chosokabe made a face that would have been a pout if it were anyone else. Getting past Mouri's scathing cat-act was a pain, like always, and shedding his armor to reveal the her beneath was a chore that, in the end, was worth it. Like always.
Mouri squirmed and struggled, trying to smack Chosokabe in the head with her armguard, but it was unlatched too soon for the hit to be solid. She was slippery, however, and Chosokabe always did have to fight to keep his hold. "You're the one going around wearing that veil."
"I wasn't wearing it," she hissed.
"Last time," he said and finally only had modest clothing to shed from her body. He sat back and dragged her with him, hooking his legs over hers and pressing her back to his chest. "Been hard for you since last time."
"Oaf," she called him, and Chosokabe tugged open the thin, white tunic in retaliation, to get at the bandages he knew were crossing her chest without even seeing them. But as he forced the wrappings down, Mouri's arm flailed back, intending to elbow him in the head. Chosokabe took a portion of the blow (he liked anticipating her next move at this stage; it was necessary, after all) and made to grab both her wrists to hold in one of his own hands.
"That wasn't very lady-like," he whined, and licked a broad swipe across the back of her neck. She made a startled noise, and he moved in with his free hand to finish the job. The wrappings gone, he mourned the loss of both hands free, but made due by nuzzling the crook of her neck, smelling the scent of the battlefield she was immersed in, as he cupped one small breast and massaged it like a gentleman-pirate should (he could act like one, when he tried). "I think you missed me."
"No one could miss you," she insisted, but Chosokabe forced an inconsistency from her with a gasp that escaped as his callused palm brushed teasingly over a nipple.
"I hope you think otherwise," he breathed throatily into her ear. "Because my dick's missed you, and it really wants to go home."
Her shoulders twitched, and Chosokabe changed their positions in case the naughty talk went too far. He rolled them both over to pin Mouri to the bedding, and emphasize just how much his anatomy missed Mouri's company by bumping his clothed crotch into her clothed ass.
"I'd cut it off if I could," Mouri assured him, pink in the face as she twisted her head to glare at him in the eye. "I'm sore for days after these encounters! You're not exactly an accommodating fit!"
Hell if that wasn't the first time she said anything about that. The image amused him more than it worried him, however; if it actually hurt during sex, she would have told him squarely. Chosokabe beamed, and Mouri found it an eerie parody of a devil's grin. "Good thing you really are a woman then. It'd be worse if you were a guy."
"You went after me when you thought I was." Chosokabe removed some of his weight to remove the lingering tunic from Mouri's arms. It was an opportunity Mouri didn't let pass to attempt to slip from the pirate's possession, and it almost worked, if Chosokabe hadn't made a frantic grab at the hem of her pants. The pants tugged down, knocking Mouri off her knees and jerking the material down to her thighs.
Ah, he loved that sight. She twisted to flop onto her back for leverage, but Chosokabe held her knees to the side. Otherwise, he'd probably get a kick to the face, which would hinder this process some.
But Mouri did need to be placated. Suddenly, he was looming over her, taking in the glorious sight of her nakedness, yet before he could do anything to change her scowling face, she reached up and pulled him down by his metal collar to kiss him.
Oh he loved surprises. He bore her down, propped by his elbow, lips frantic for the other pair. Mouri hummed at the intensity, and her hands flew to entwine themselves in soft white hair, pushing the eye-patch to fall away as well as keep him secured. With each little moan and noise she made, it all pooled into and tightened his erection painfully. And the more it cried out to screw formalities and just go, the more his one gloved palm ran down the flat of her belly with the itch to abate his own need (oh god, he wanted to, he really wanted to) and slid his fingers across her clit where she jerked (oh, wet)-- He halted his journey for a pit stop, circling the nub by blind feel (should have taken both gloves off, dammit), and swallowing her cries like they were water. Her hips bucked in time to his hand's movements, rolling them enticingly. His aims suddenly when in a million directions: did he want to be down there, lapping at Mouri himself? Did he want to stay up here and prime himself to fuck her? Did he put her so her cunt was to him and his cock to her, and lick while she sucked?
Chosokabe cried inside. He wanted it all. Now.
Regardless, his hand abandoned her clit to slither two fingers inside. And how she did cry out.
Gloved fingers thrust in and out like a piston, and her legs clamped together over his arm. He still moved his fingers--just not with great exuberance anymore-- as she pulled his mouth from hers. Flush with arousal, embarrassment, heat, she tightened her hold on his hair, painfully.
"Stop, stop," she panted, desperately.
He stilled, deep inside, and she felt it with a shift of her hips.
The words that made up his mind back to plan A was all he needed to hear: "Fuck me."
Chosokabe couldn't remove his arm and both their pants fast enough before he was guiding his cock inside her.
----
"I'm going to have bruises on my nipples," she said testily. Watching her feel them--Mouri's own hand on her breasts, what more did he need--he felt his cock stirring. And it must have shown on his face, because she bit, "Barbarian. You sucked too hard. What makes you think I'm letting you come near me again?"
"We'll see if you're saying that within a couple weeks." He leaned forward and wrapped an arm around her waist, planting his face to her hip. He kissed her skin there, twice, and was happy for it.
It was quiet, for a moment, until she murmured, "Not for the next week, okay?" She began carding one hand through his hair as he asked why.
"Last thing I need is to become pregnant."
Oh? Chosokabe thought about it, thinking to his own 18-month-old son, Nobuchika. And he grinned against Mouri's hip. "I think it's the best thing you need."
The cat came back. She bristled, and clocked him in the head. "I am not getting pregnant, and especially not by you!"
The game was afoot now. Chosokabe wrestled her back, and his shark grin was back in place of his simple one. "What, you can't imagine it? You carrying my child, leaving you vulnerable to my frontal attacks because no army is going to let a woman lead them, especially not when their lord is ladened, and I would conquer you and the province of Aki, and hey, we'd already have an heir. You could call him..." He pondered. "...Takamoto."
The punch that connected to his face hurt.