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Hello there! Here is the index for all the one-shots and their individual contents and/or warnings! I will be updating this index as I go!

• Rain (Kennyo x Reader)
  1. Fluff
  2. Content: Established Relationship | Confessions | Kissing | Physical Touch
  3. Word count: 1.7k

• Midnight (Ieyasu x Reader)
  1. Smut
  2. Content: Explicit | Established Relationship | Teasing | Eating Out | Creampie
  3. Word count: 2.1k

• The Storm (Kenshin x Reader)
  1. Fluff (with eventual, brief smut)
  2. Content: Established Relationship | Domestic Fluff | Teasing | Eventual Smut 
  3. Word count: 2.2k

• Stay (Kennyo x Reader)
  1. Smut
  2. Content: Explicit | Light Fluff Throughout | Slow-Burn | Teasing | Kissing | Begging | Creampie
  3. Word count: 3.1k

• The Party (Mitsuhide x Reader)
  1. Fluff
  2. Content: Established Relationship | Alcohol | Inspired by IkeSen side-story
  3. Word count: 1.8k

• The Festival (Motonari x Reader)
  1. Fluff
  2. Content: Domestic Fluff | Festival Setting
  3. Word count: 2.3k

• New Gloves (Motonari x Reader)
  1. Fluff
  2. Content: Physical Touch | Established Relationship | Domestic Fluff | Canon-Compliant Profession/Hobbies
  3. Word count: 2.2k

• Modern Tech (Kicho x Reader)
  1. Smut
  2. Content: Explicit | Returning to Present Day AU | Phone Sex | Sex Toys | Dirty Talk
  3. Word count: 2.2k

• Sweet (Mitsunari x Reader)
  1. Smut
  2. Content: Explicit | Light Femdom | Praise | Assertive MC | Soft
  3. Word count: 4k

• Kissing It Better (Hideyoshi x Reader)
  1. Smut
  2. Content: Explicit | Crack Treated Seriously | Established Relationship
  3. Word count: 2.4k

• Down (Ieyasu x Dom!Reader)
  1. Smut
  2. Content: Explicit | Lingerie | Established Relationship | Orgasm Denial | Femdom | Canon-Compliant Profession/Hobbies
  3. Word count: 2.8k

• Medicinal Studies (Ieyasu x Reader)
  1. Fluff
  2. Content: Canon-Compliant Professions/Hobbies | Established Relationship | Domestic Life | Domestic Fluff
  3. Word count: 1.4k

• Digging Your Vibe (Mitsuhide x Reader)
  1. Smut
  2. Content: Explicit | Sex Toys | Pining | Creampie
  3. Word count: 3.8k

• I Still Love You (Masamune x Reader)
  1. Angst
  2. Content: Spoilers for Tragic Route | Tragic Route-inspired | Angst | Mailbox Letters
  3. Word count: 449

• Love is Patient (Kenshin x Reader)
  1. Fluff
  2. Content: Canon-Compliant Professions/Hobbies | Domestic Life | Domestic Fluff
  3. Word count: 1.7k

My other planned one-shots right now are:

• Cry Wolf (Kanetsugu x Reader)
  1. Fluff
  2. Content: Werewolf AU | Fluff | Suggestive
  3. Word count: TBD

• Sweeter Than... (Nobunaga x Reader)
  1. Smut
  2. Content: Explicit | Food play | Inspired by Music | Soulmates AU
  3. Word count: TBD

• The Merchant (Yukimura x Reader)
  1. Fluff
  2. Content: Meetcute | Light Fluff | First-meetings | Canon-complaint
  3. Word count: TBD

• A Goddess’ Request (Shingen x Reader)
  1. Smut
  2. Content: Explicit | Switch!Shingen | Femdom | Face-sitting
  3. Word count: TBD

• Untitled Masamune fluff one-shot (Masamune x Reader)
  1. Fluff
  2. Content: TBD
  3. Word count: TBD

*Currently, there is no set schedule for the release of chapters! Sorry! 

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You looked out to the forest,  patiently waiting for Kennyo in your shared home. With excitement, you thought about the “date” you would be having. Before he attended to some business elsewhere, Kennyo had promised that upon his return you would both go on an evening walk together through the forest. You were looking forward to this, mentioning how it sounded like a date. Kennyo was hesitant to call it by this name, but your reaction made him reconsider. You seemed to be looking forward to this, and Kennyo wasn’t one to want to disappoint. 

It was almost sundown but not quite, although it was kind of hard to tell by the cluttered bamboo trees and the increasingly grey clouds. The light reflected on the clouds was not one that suggested nightfall, but its obscurity became a curious sight to you. 

Then came one rain droplet; two, three, four, until the sky was filled with nothing but pouring grey clouds. The rain came in like a cruel symphony. This weather was unlike the one you were expecting. 

It seems your plans were foiled by this cursed weather, but not raindrops nor teardrops would plague your heart. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when an olive yellow fabric peaked through the trees. You recognized it instantly. Kennyo’s face soon came into view, his dark hair dampened from the rain. He stomped forward to make his way through the drenched vegetation of the forest, using his staff as a sort of hiking stick, the ornaments on it jangling as he went about. 

You observed him with excitement. When you thought he was within earshot, you gathered your enthusiasm and called out his name. Kennyo reacted like he had just woken up. His head followed the direction of your voice, meeting your eyes with his grey ones. He quickened his pace to get to you. As soon as he was within centimeters within the entrance of your home, you smiled. 

“Welcome back, Kennyo”

You leaned forward to give him a kiss. He accepted it, your lips easily connecting with his. His face felt cold from the rain. 

The kiss ended abruptly after a lingering raindrop on his hair fell onto your forehead. You pulled back in surprise, realizing your left sleeve where you had held his arm was wet too. Kennyo reacted to this. 

“I should’ve waited until after I'd changed clothes...” He sighed, looking down at your soaked sleeve.

You looked down at your sleeve as if it was nothing. You didn’t mind it, anyway. You assured Kennyo as much. 

“No, no, it’s fine” You replied “I was the one who greeted you first, anyways”

You awkwardly clasped your hands together in seeming non-chalantness. Kennyo was taken aback by this. He tried switching topics. 

“It appears that rain has ruined our plans for a stroll through the forest” Kennyo looked outside in disillusion “I’m afraid we can no longer go”

Saddened as you may have been at first, another idea popped in your head. 

“Well…”  You beamed “We’ll just enjoy a quiet night in, then”

He turned to look at you. Your fingers brushed against his sleeves thick with rainwater, you gave his arm a light squeeze, the wetness of it drenching your fingertips. 

“After you take a warm bath, of course! You’re going to get sick if you keep those cold robes on you!”

He spaced out for a second, soon coming back after realizing your unshakable kindness towards him. These words of yours were so simple, yet so deeply intimate to him. His heart was so used to darkness; being with you was light. 

“Right” He agreed, smiling faintly as he looked at you “I’ll be with you shortly”

He walked towards the bathroom as he had his gaze fixed on you. His gaze cut short once he closed the sliding bathroom door. 

You looked away sheepishly. To you, he was behaving in a way that enchanted you, one that drew you further into him, one that you could see him for what he truly was, a soul wanting to love and be loved. 

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By the time Kennyo finished taking a bath, you were already in a set of dry sleepwear, waiting on him by your futon. You heard the bathroom door open and slide close and a familiar thump of footsteps hitting the floor. You smiled.

The sound of crickets had overtaken the sound of the rain outside by now. Although it still persisted, it had lightened a little. There was no longer any light coming from outside. This reminded you how Kennyo once told you that it was unwise to walk through the forest alone at night, especially in chaotic weather. He was always prone to give you random but helpful advice. You very much liked that trait about him.

No longer than you finished thinking that, you were soon interrupted by the feeling of Kennyo’s calloused fingers below your jaw. You turned to meet him. He looked at you in surprise, almost like he didn’t mean to interrupt your thoughts. He dismissed his own and asked you a question instead. 

“Is there something on your mind, my dear?”

“Oh, not something... ” You cooed, lovingly cupping his hand that rested under your jaw “ Someone ”

The look he gave you was indiscernible. His following tone matched it as well.

“Who is that someone ?”

You turned to look at him playfully, realizing he hadn’t caught your message. You grinned and laced your arms around his neck. 

“Who else?” You beamed “It’s you, silly!”

He felt a bit ashamed for not catching the meaning in your words sooner, mentally cursing at his own insecurities. But any frustrations he had soon dissipated as your soft lips kissed him. It was like he was pulled back to reality, one that was a surprisingly comfortable one for him. He allowed himself to close his eyes after the initial surprise and wrapped his arms around your waist, rocking you slightly back and forth in order to adjust your bodies more comfortably. 

The kiss ended after you adjusted yourselves. You sat in an empty space between Kennyo’s legs, your own legs sprawled behind his back. Despite having already moved around, both you and Kennyo’s arms and faces stayed relatively the same, ghosting around each other’s personal space and not wanting to part. Your fingers gently traced the dewy edges of Kennyo’s black hair, admiring his facial features. Kennyo, normally very self-aware about his every move, found his hands aimlessly tracing the sides of your back and waist, almost like they’d gained a mind of their own.

An unknown amount of time later, you switched positions. You faced away from each other, your bodies looking like you were hugging but without an embrace. Kennyo traced lazy patterns on your back. After a few minutes of stillness, you pressed soft kisses against his rough shoulder. Kennyo blushed ferociously, soon feeling relieved that his obvious redness could not be seen by you. He wouldn’t know how to react if you saw his face like that. 

You brushed your fingers against his back afterwards. This action was short-lived, returning to your still position once again as Kennyo did the same. Both of you stayed like this for a while, neither one of you wanting to retain a different position. 

Kennyo adored the serene silence that surrounded you both. This moment felt untouched and safe. He longed to feel this way again. You had brought him something he had desired deeply, and as such, he had to communicate a perplexing thought of his with you. It might end the silence , he thought, but I no longer want to hide what I feel . 

“How can…” Kennyo spoke with fragility “How can you be so kind to me?”

Baffled, you creased your eyebrows. Your face turned to the crook of his neck. Kennyo felt the abnormal pattern of your breathing against him, taking your silence as something that cemented your confusion. 

“I am a demon.” He continued “The path I walk is not a desired one. Why do you choose to stay with me? Are you not afraid of what the future holds?”

Truth be told, you saw past all of Kennyo’s flaws and saw him for what he truly was: a person in need of love. He was a hurt individual that insisted on being alone, not out of genuine want, but of a seemingly self-imposed punishment. Kennyo was undeserving of pain or sadness. He was a kind soul. Kennyo loved animals, Kennyo loved his brethren. If anything, his social dynamics with people and other beings in general suggested he had a big heart within him. Kennyo gave more than he took, what’s so wrong about showing some love back?

“I choose to walk this path with you because I love you, Kennyo...” You confessed “and I’m not afraid of the future when I’m with you”

He listened to your words carefully, not wanting to interrupt you from anything else you wanted to say. 

“You’re not a demon...” You assured him “but even if you were…”

You leaned backwards to finally face him. 

“I’d still follow you through hell”

His eyebrows rose. The look on his face was one of awe. A crimson blush danced upon his cheeks. He pulled you closer once more, hiding his face from you in bashfulness. You nuzzled your nose where his neck and chest connected, taking in his fresh aroma. He muttered out a reply. 

“Someone like you has no place in such a terrible one…” He muttered darkly, before his tone took a surprisingly playful turn “It’s foolish to want to go there on purpose”

You breathed out and smiled, closing your eyes in the process. 

“You’re right” You replied in a neutral tone “Maybe I am a fool”

You pressed kisses against his chest, moving up to his neck. 

“But I want you, Kennyo” You said between kisses “I do”

Kennyo was thankful you still couldn’t see the redness on his face as you kissed him. You were you, you were true. You were his, and his alone. 

“Come now, my love” Kennyo muttered “Let’s get ready for bed”

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You must have taken out a page of Mitsunari’s book on how to push all of Ieyasu’s buttons. He thought you’d never been more unbearable. But your version of unbearable was a far more different , torturous kind for Ieyasu. 

You’d been so giddy around him all day. Flirtatious—Masamune would call it—but Ieyasu refused to recognize it by that name. A light touch on his shoulder and a whisper in his ear during Ieyasu’s medicine studies, an “accidental” brushing of hands across the hall, wanting him to help you reach an item on a top shelf as an excuse to get him physically close to you.

Despite the fact that both of you mutually liked each other and that you were even “dating”, Ieyasu wasn’t too fond of being reminded of this by other warlords. Masamune would suggest a nice dinner date, Mitsunari would recommend books that he thought you would like, Hideyoshi took it upon himself to nudge Ieyasu into helping you. Every action seemed redundant to Ieyasu, almost like the warlords didn’t trust him with you. Ultimately, he couldn’t say he blamed them, you were the beloved castle chatelaine after all. 

You resorting to outwardly flirting with him was doing him in. He was often very awkward in the way he wanted to express his love to you, but even though he knew you were emotionally satisfied with the dates you’d gone on or your lunch outings together, something bothered Ieyasu far more than that. It had been a while since both of you had gotten physically intimate with each other. Ieyasu restrained these thoughts the most he could, believing them to be unnecessary in the productive scheme of life. However, fantasies danced around his head each and every time you were close to him, and though you teasing him was welcomed by him more times than it wasn’t…

He wanted to have you on his own terms. 

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You were done with your duties for the night. You left Nobunaga’s meeting hall and went to your chambers. To your utter surprise, you saw Ieyasu standing opposite the front of your room. This was unusual for him. Normally he’d be in his quarters and probably asleep by now. It wasn’t too uncommon for him to leave you a goodnight note folded on your futon, but instead, it seemed that his presence would serve as a goodnight gift like no other.

Ieyasu opened his emerald eyes as soon as he heard your footsteps ceasing. He turned to look at you in a way you could almost describe as uninterested. This was contrasted when he called out your name in a tone unlike his usual one. 

“I...Ieyasu…?”- You asked, confused. 

He approached you, his eyes circling you like you were the only thing he could see right now. A feeling inside you bloomed. Unsure of what the feeling truly meant, you observed him. 

“You’re helpless, you know that?”

“Helpless...?”

You thwarted his question with another one, wondering if he had caught on to your actions. His next answer confirmed it. 

“I guess I can admit that you’re a smart person...” He replied, “...but you’re frighteningly helpless. Is there anything you’d like to tell me?”

He knew , and this was his rebuttal. It was just then when you could read his face like a book. He was consumed with lust. This condescending attitude of his was a facade, meant to lure you in. Two could play that game. 

“Actually, yeah...” You answered, a hint of determination in your eyes “I do have something I want to tell you”

Your next answer came in the form of a harsh kiss against his lips, needing no words to tell him how much you desired him, how much you needed him. His lips stayed stagnant at first, but they were quick to move aggressively against yours, accepting this form of answer from you, one where both parties were in on it. 

You trailed your fingers against his hair to deepen the kiss, his mouth soon moving down to your neck to frantically kiss it and give you love bites. Your body moved against his, pressing against him needingly. His breath hitched slightly. 

Both of you stopped what you were doing, Ieyasu looked at you with determination as his hands stroked the back of your thighs, instructing you to jump on his grip so he could carry you. You did so, connecting with his lips once more as he walked. You heard the sliding of a door being opened, then closed. You were inside your room. As soon as you were in, his embrace became more careful. He began leaning down with you in his arms, laying your back on the futon softly.

His head darted backwards to take a look at you. You felt hot and willing. Your eyes lidded in lust and your kimono was parted just enough to see the skin between your breasts, the soft light of the moon illuminating it, the outline of your hard nipples almost protruding from the thin kimono fabric. 

“You’re taking this off”- Ieyasu spoke in a raspier voice. 

His tone further excited you. You looked at his eyes with eagerness. The feeling erupted when you felt the cold air suddenly meet your naked skin. He was fast to get you undressed. How long had he wanted this? Why didn’t he say he wanted you sooner?

Your thoughts dissipated as you saw the look on his face as he uncovered every bit of your skin, his eyes trailing all over your body. Looking at him admiring your body was a sight that made your core clench. He leaned forward and took his mouth to your right breast, breaking an undiscovered moan from your lips as he flicked your nipple with his tongue.

His hardness was brought in by your moans, twitching each time a new sound escaped from you. You had as much control over him as he did over you, but he would never bring himself to reveal that directly. As you shifted your body to arch your back, Ieyasu held you up with his left hand, a bit more eager to taste your skin. His other hand reached out to your throat and gave it a light squeeze, increasing your arousal. 

As if Ieyasu’s fingers had a mind of their own, they began trailing upwards to squeeze your jaw before his middle and index fingers pried their way into your mouth. You began sucking on them as an excuse to feel him and to stifle your own moans. Ieyasu became further unhinged, almost succumbing to the release his body so desperately begged, but he knew a drawn out session would be much more rewarding. 

Continuing, Ieyasu pulled back and blew a sigh of cold air onto your wet breast, making you shiver and retort back. He smirked. 

Any complaint you had was silenced by the further moans he ripped out of you. His hand left your back as he decided to lay you back down. His head dipped down, almost facing your innermost heat. With a single look from him, you scooted back instantly, letting him meet your aching core. 

As if to thank you for the action, he led a trail of kisses down your thighs. Your body shook in sensitivity, he gripped your legs firmly now, increasing your arousal. He looked up to you once again, his eyes asked for permission, as did the words that followed. You closed your eyes instinctively in near-frustration, just wanting for him to touch you once more. You frantically accepted. 

He let out a small hum of approval, before his eyes became fixed on the sight before him. He took a finger to your swollen clit to see if it remembered him. It did. Your body struggled to control itself against Ieyasu’s touch. You bit your lip. 

He started off with slow circles. Already hearing your hitched breaths were encouraging enough, he continued. The buildup was slow before broken moans started to fill the room. His fingers moved to your slit, teasing it and prying it open. His mouth took its place on your clit now, sucking at it rhythmically. Your eyes were sealed in pleasure. You cried his name out in soft breaths as you let your fingers become tangled in his hair. Saying his name like that did things to him. It wasn’t long until he was pumping his fingers in and out of you now, complemented by the swirls of his tongue to your clit. At this point, your moans were the only thing that could be heard, the latter only growing louder as you came to the edge. With a final groan, you came undone, breathing heavily. Ieyasu left your core to face you again. 

He gave you a harsh kiss once more, his hands on your jaw, soon leaving it and you heard the sound of fabric undoing. Before you could catch what was going on, your bodies adjusted in a position where you were straddling him, the feeling of his bulge finally being apparent to you. 

You pulled back to look at him. Ieyasu’s chest laid bare, his lower region being covered by his undone robe, his erection begging to be let out. You were all but nude with the exception of your kimono resting lazily near the back of your legs, seemingly unwilling to leave your body. 

You raked your hands through Ieyasu’s body to really get a feel of him. Ieyasu’s face turned a deep shade of red, going unnoticed by you due to the dim light of the room. He gave you a slow, passionate kiss now, his lips embracing you like they hadn’t before. His hands trailed to your hips. 

You pressed your foreheads together, looking deep into each other's eyes. His eyes told restrained stories, how he wanted to take you, how you wanted to take him . The delicious atmosphere of a summer night, one rich with passion and lust, was yours and Ieyasu’s alone. After you placed a soft kiss on his lips, you gave him permission to enter you, and as it broke off, his strong arms began lifting your body up…

To finally be sunked down to the tip of his cock, slower and slower still. 

You let out a surprised breath at first, before your walls wrapped around him in place.

It started off slow, you adjusted your innermost walls around him. You leaned against his shoulder, biting at his skin and leaving slight marks. Ieyasu involuntarily gasped as a response to this. The tension in your lower regions felt heavenly, the tightness being an excellent point of friction. The pace soon quickened, the sounds of your skin slapping against each other becoming more pronounced. You were drowning in bliss, whispering his name brokenly against his lips. He sucked in a breath. 

Out of sheer emotion, Ieyasu squeezed the sides of your ass, making you curl your toes and gasp in sudden pleasure. You tightened deliciously around him. 

“Yeah, you like that?”- He asked in a salacious voice, now giving your ass a light slap. You let out a soft moan, much to his enjoyment. 

He would’ve kept commenting about you until he realized he couldn’t control the pleasure his body felt any longer. It demanded for release. Your body moved against him. You were quickly approaching your second orgasm and wanted to make it count. Though you chased after your own pleasure now, you made Ieyasu feel the same need. His eyes sealed shut. 

“Yes, just like that…”- He threw his head back, gritting his teeth as he neared the brink of his orgasm. 

He wrapped his arms around you, stopping any further trusting. He came inside you, doing so while muttering out profanities under his ragged breath. Both of you were panting from the sheer amount of energy you had put in, clearly being something both of you had longed to do. 

As you were cooling down, Ieyasu’s breathing remained frantic. You attempted to calm him down by running your hands near his cheeks and the edges of his hair, trying to bring him back to his senses. He showed no signs of wanting to retract from you, letting you touch him or play with his short hair to cool both you and him down. You switched positions to one where you were both lying on the futon facing each other. Ieyasu’s face bore an unusual—but welcomed—mellow look. 

“Thank you, Ieyasu”- You breathed out, your eyes shining with contentment. 

His usual attitude returned. 

“Why are you thanking me?” He grumbled “I was only returning a favor”

Despite his words, he placed a stray kiss on your hair near your forehead. 

You shut your eyes in delight at this moment. Your eyes felt heavier and you were getting sleepier and sleepier by the second. As you drifted off to sleep, you thought you could feel Ieyasu wrapping his free arm around you and pulling you closer. You unknowingly smiled at this. This felt like this was all you would ever need in life. A love most profound, one that could transcend words, worlds, and even time itself. 

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The storm outside was one you feared. No one warned you the winters here would be this brutal. Kasugayama didn’t seem to be cut out for these freezing temperatures. It was barely warmer inside than the outdoors. To add insult to injury, the lanterns outside had their lights snuffed out. It almost seemed like you’d be stuck in an unrelenting sea of darkness, had it not been for a few and far between indoor candles Sasuke had lit as per Kenshin’s request. 

You had not seen him since this morning, if you were a bit more cynical you’d think he’d been avoiding you. You quelled these doubts after you noticed him and Kenshin speaking earlier. Kenshin threatened to off Sasuke as always, a very scary thing he’d say, but one that usually meant that he and Sasuke were on good terms. Yuki and Shingen had also left a few hours earlier before the storm came. After voicing your concerns, Kenshin assured you that they were headed to a town near Kai up ahead, surely they had found shelter. 

You snapped out of these thoughts when you heard the fierce howl of the wind from outside. Even through the closed fusuma sliding doors, you could hear how the wind hurled through Kasugayama like a ravenous beast. You wouldn’t dare set foot outdoors. 

A small chirp caught your attention. You turned to your left to face the sound. It was Kenshin’s bunnies. This weather made Kenshin’s bunnies Ume, Matsu and Take bundle up together for warmth, their noses nuzzling against each other. You furrowed your eyebrows in endearment, wanting to pet them softly, but also wanting the bunnies to stay as they were. You decided to simply observe them from afar, looking at them in peace. 

“Is it the bunnies you want?”

You heard a voice ask. You turned to look at the source of the voice, it was Kenshin holding a large metal pitcher. He set the steaming pitcher down. 

“Because if it is, I can always make them come to you”

“No, no…” You grinned shyly “I don’t wanna move them...they look so cute”

His eyes turned to look at the bunnies then to you, his gaze sharpening after noticing your visible shivering. 

“You’re cold”

Before you could respond, Kenshin draped his fluffy white coat on your shoulders, the act of it leaving you pleasantly surprised. 

“Thank you, Kenshin”

“Don’t mention it”- He replied without looking at you, setting your cups up. 

The aroma of the beverage he held in the pitcher finally set in your nostrils. It smelled oddly familiar...like a drink one would have on a cold, winter night alongside some marshmallows. But wait a minute...was it…?

“Kenshin...”

“What?”

“Is it...is that...what drink is that?”

Your tone was one that indicated familiarity with the secret beverage, but he couldn’t discern if you were excited or repulsed by this. For a second, a look of panic erupted in Kenshin’s face, thinking Sasuke’s ingredients and instructions were for nothing. Damn you, Sasuke. If she ends up hating this, I’ll kill you. 

“I believe it’s what Sasuke called chalklet ? Chocklet ?”- Kenshin tried enunciating the words. 

“Chocolate!” You giggled at his attempt at pronouncing it. 

His ears heard one of the sweetest sounds he could hear from you, your laughter. This sound was second only to you crying out in pleasure underneath him. God, he wished not to think about that right now. 

“You made chocolate?”- You asked, stifling your giggles. 

“I had Sasuke make it for me”- He lied, mentally repressing the embarrassing process of making it with Sasuke’s help. 

“Right…” You teased him, then went back to asking questions “Where’d you get some chocolate, anyways?”

“Sasuke met with some foreign traders” Kenshin answered “When he told me he had traded all my leftover sake for some chocolate beans, I damn near killed him, but he assured me you’d like it”

Your face lit up with awe, and somewhat surprise. No one traded Kenshin’s sake and lived to tell the tale, but it seems that Kenshin was willing to sacrifice his favorite drink if it meant that you’d two share a foreign, new type of warm beverage. 

Your heart warmed at the thought of it. 

“I haven’t had hot chocolate in so long…” You spoke nostalgically “I missed it”

Kenshin hid his smile behind a reply  “I’ll pour you some”

He poured your share of hot chocolate in your cup before pouring it for himself. The sounds of the running liquid now being the only thing you could hear aside from the storm roaring outside. 

You laid your chocolate down to cool so you could drink it. Kenshin went right in, pulling back quickly after he had burnt his tongue. He made a funny groan, you chuckled at his reaction. 

“You’re supposed to wait for it to cool down, Kenshin!”

He refused to swallow his pride. 

“I know that” He wiped his tongue on his forearm “I just didn’t think it’d be this hot”

Normally, he’d reprimand anyone for laughing at him. But as for you, you were the sole exception. Hearing you laugh was a reward on its own, one he would do most anything to hear.  As soon as your cup was cool enough to hold, you grabbed and drank from it. You both slowly drank together, an experience left in silence—but not an uncomfortable one.

Between sips of the cooling chocolate, the pitcher became empty. You felt a bit warmer now. You turned to look at Kenshin’s bunnies again, seeing they were fast asleep. Smiling at the cuteness, you turned around only to see Kenshin staring at you pensively, like he wanted an answer. Only thing is, he hadn’t asked any questions. 

“Did you enjoy the chocklet?”- He asked, unsmiling. 

You stifled your laughter once again at the grade of seriousness he was displaying, but finally managed to answer him.

 “Yeah, I enjoyed the chocklet ”

He tutted at you in annoyance, looking away from you and preferring to look at the static fusuma door. He wasn’t really angry at you, though. He was just trying to see if he could tease you into making him “feel better” like he did to you. Normally, it worked but tonight, you had no interest in following his rules. You had every wish to get inside his head and tease him to the brink.

You cleared your throat and thanked him for the chocolate. He remained quiet, a smile ghosting at his lips but he wouldn’t allow you to see it. He kept quiet. 

“Did you enjoy the chocolate, Kenshin?”

“It was okay, I suppose”- He replied, uninterested. 

“Nonsense,” You scoffed, crossing your arms  “I saw you going in for seconds! Do you think it was worth trading it over your leftover sake ?”

He turned to you with a dangerous look on his face. This was one that was initially meant to deter you, but you could see right through it. His eyes bore no bloodlust like the ones he had in the battlefield. Kenshin’s threats and looks were merely that, nothing more. You understood this better than anyone. You were in no mood to play his games, you were in the mood to have him play yours instead. 

“I enjoy my sake thoroughly” He spoke, stalking you like a tiger “Do not underestimate my passions”

“Am I a part of your passions?”

For a few seconds, he was confused by your comment, but after he caught your wit, you almost thought you could see a light shade of red rise up in his cheeks. Kenshin was known for hiding his body language expertly when he needed to, but as you were his lover, clues of his fondness towards you often came when words were left unsaid. Not even his hidden body language could deter you from deciphering how he felt. 

“I never said I underestimated you”

“I never said you did”

He scoffed at you “What are you trying to achieve?”

“What do you think I’m trying to achieve?”

He paused for a second, looking at your playful face. He was trying to find a way to refute your question. He looked at you with fake scorn. 

“You’re a mouthful. Sasuke must’ve slipped a bit of sake in that chalklet ” He lied “I’ll get him for that later”

“I thought he traded all of your leftover sake ?” You inquired, not fully believing him “But even if he didn’t, wouldn’t that mean you’d be under the same effects, too?”

“I handle my liquor better than most...” He said, preening himself  “Including you.”

“Well, let’s ask Sasuke to confirm-”

“He’s not available right now” He interrupted you “I sent him off to get more spices”

“In this weather?” You exclaimed, in disbelief. 

“He left as soon as the chocklet finished brewing. Just before the storm”

“You know no limits, do you, Kenshin?” You spoke, half-joking “I’ll see what Shingen and Yuki have to say about this when they come ba-”

“I ordered them not to come back for a few days. It’s in their best interest”- He interrupted you, answering a question you didn’t even ask. 

Holes started poking through Kenshin’s story. 

“Didn’t you say Shingen and Yuki wanted to visit Kai on their own accord?”

His eyes widened, realizing he’d been caught. He looked back at the fusuma door. It all began to make sense now. Despite his seeming annoyance, his attitude was calm. When people were around Kasugayama, Kenshin displayed an aura of haste. Not today. There was a certain air of confidence and peace when you two were with each other. It added up in his attitude, it added up with the fact that there were no other warlords in Kasugayama. Suddenly, when you realized he had gone out of his way to get help and make hot chocolate for you and him only , a question popped up in your head. 

“Did...did you kick them out just so you could be alone with me?”- You asked with genuine curiosity. 

Kenshin remained uncharacteristically silent for a few seconds before answering you.

“I absolutely did not”

His lack of eye contact matched with his pause gave away his answer for you. He absolutely did  

“Kenshin!” You laughed “You’re a fool”

He almost would’ve taken the comment to heart had you not approached him and snaked your arms around his neck, a touch he’d longed to feel. Your eyes were on him, giving him a sultry look. 

“If you wanted to be alone with me, Kenshin…”

You leaned forward. His eyes looked down to your lips, thinking you were gonna give him a kiss, he leaned forward too. Your lips missed his on purpose to tease him, going in to whisper in his ear. 

“You should’ve just said so...”

You pulled away. Though he’d never reveal that to absolutely anyone, this form of teasing had him weak in the knees. You had him in the palm of your hand. No one else could have that honor, only you. 

“You’re too selfless for your own good…” He replied as he stroked your hair, masking his arousal “A woman like you would worry about near every choice I make”

“It’s because I care about you”

“A man like myself is hardly ever harmed. Your worries would be futile”

“But my love for you isn’t”- You cooed, stealing a kiss from his lips. 

After you pulled away from him, the look in his heterochromatic eyes was one ripe with passion, one that he was willing to give you, one that you were more than willing to receive. He returned your kiss, hungrily this time, him wanting to drink you up like you were a bottle of his favorite sake , he wanted to get drunk on your flavor. Hell, it seemed like he already was. 

“You’re a goddess” He muttered out “Let me worship you”

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“Kenshin…” You moaned out “Kenshin...ah-”

Your clit grew more sensitive the more you toyed with it, complementing it with Kenshin’s rhythmic thrusts. It seems he was at your pace now, taking his sweet time in making sure you felt the height of pleasure. The sounds you made for him were a reward all on its own. His face remained stoic, focusing on you and you alone. 

He wasn’t a particularly vocal partner during sex, the most you’d get out of him would be an occasional grunt. But you longed to hear him too, you wanted to make sure he felt as good as you did. Your words of encouragement usually did the trick for him. 

“Ah….” You murmured “You feel so good...You’re so…”

You were interrupted by your involuntary clenching around him, realizing you were so close to reaching your edge. You moaned out again. 

He kissed your collarbone before giving you an open-mouthed kiss, his breath was now shaky, a sign that he too was close. He left a kiss at the corner of your mouth. Your moans became more pronounced now, his just barely being heard. You came just before he did, scratching your nails against his back. 

After being done, you covered yourself up in the sheets. You felt warmer now. The wind wasn’t as loud as it originally was, it came down to an almost eerie whistle. This didn’t disturb you much, not when Kenshin was there to protect you. He cuddled behind you, confident enough to nestle his head on the side of your shoulder, pressing a kiss to it. He took his hands in yours, lazily fiddling with your fingers. 

“You’re the person I cherish most”

Chapter Text

You were excited for the events ahead. Kennyo had invited you over for dinner. Well, somewhat. When you mentioned how you’d like to share a meal with him, he suggested you come by tomorrow before it got dark. He told you a detailed plan about what time to get there so it wouldn’t be too hard to make your way towards his temple, especially considering how confusing the forest got after dark.

You and Kennyo had recently figured out your feelings for each other. You tried to start out as friends, but it quickly turned intimate. Both of you were comfortable enough to share truly vulnerable moments with each other. The result of this was reciprocated joy, blissful thoughtless joy. This was, what many would call, the honeymoon phase. When you had jokingly mentioned this to Kennyo, he showed you a confused expression, questioning your weird choice of words. You remember hiding your face and laughing against his chest when he told you that. Though he remained still, you could feel his heartbeat quicken. You smiled to yourself. 

Sharing a meal is such an intimate act— you thought to yourself as you walked. Sharing space, sharing food, eating ; something essential for survival. All of these things—sharing these things—eventually they’re finite yet consistent habits of life…

You quickly snapped out of these thoughts when your foot stepped in a sunken patch of the forest floor. This reminded you to keep yourself focused on your surroundings, not letting your mind drift in dream as you skimmed through the lush forest. You’d almost think you were lost until you recognized a warm orange light peeking through the branches….

You picked up the pace and followed the light of Kennyo’s house. 

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This had been an enjoyable dinner with Kennyo, one that was way more entertaining than you originally anticipated. The atmosphere was never short of being rich with cheerfulness. You talked about everything and anything. You talked about your job as a seamstress in town, he talked about amusing things he saw in the forest, both of you bonded over what’s your favorite type of drink and laughed at your stories about work. This was the most you’ve seen Kennyo smile. 

You had made him his favorite food, funoyaki pancakes. He couldn’t believe you remembered that detail about him. When you first showed them to him, his eyes shot up with awe, asking you if you made them. You answered affirmatively with a proud smile. His heart beat with delight. He forewent his manners and popped one into his mouth right away, before he apologized for his self-perceived “brazen” behavior. You laughed once more and assured him it was okay. Kennyo gave you a relieved smile. 

Together, you ate the meals you had prepared, sharing them until there was nothing left. As you resumed chatting after eating, Kennyo placed a bowl of berries in the middle of the table for both of you to snack on. Between a particular story that made you giggle, you picked some berries and ate them promptly. In his mind, an idea arose.

He grabbed a berry and brought it towards you. Your eyebrows shot up, realizing his proposal and you leaned forward to let him feed you it. The berry reached your mouth, you bit into it and placed your hand underneath your chin to prevent any juice from dripping down. As he pulled back, his fingers accidentally grazed by your lips. Kennyo’s gaze tightened and he let out an almost-silent gasp, the feeling of your supple lips against his finger awoke something in him. 

The fun ambiance was suddenly gone. As soon as Kennyo pulled back with firm eyes and not saying a word, you could feel as though something had disrupted his cheerful mood. You were about to ask him what happened until he spoke first. 

“Well…” Kennyo cleared his throat while he began standing up “ I enjoyed dining with you, _______. You are free to leave now”

You opened your mouth to speak until you closed it after seeing Kennyo turn away from you, avoiding you. It was all going so well and suddenly he acted distant. Was it something I said? Or something I didn’t say for that matter?

You blinked and started to hesitantly put your empty food containers away in your satchel. After you were done, you clutched it nervously, deciding you wanted to confront Kennyo about this—or at least bid him goodbye before you went on your way. 

You let out a soft exhale before you walked over to the room you saw him go in. He sat on a quilted pad on the floor, looking like he was lost in his thoughts. He hadn’t even reacted to you being in the room yet. 

“Hey, Kennyo...”- You spoke. 

He turned to look at you like nothing had happened. 

Your mind reverted to pleading for courtesy in this situation and your lips parted to bid him goodbye, before you dismissed that action entirely and thought about what you really wanted to say; or rather, ask . 

“What are you thinking about? Is something bothering you?”

Kennyo suddenly came back to reality, realizing he had been furrowing his brows in pensiveness. He felt a bit of regret that he made you concerned as a cause of this. 

“It is...nothing…” He replied, his voice gruff. 

He turned to look away from you. No sooner than he said that, though, he changed his mind. 

“Well…”

He turned to look at you again, your eyes wide with confusion. The way you looked at him...your eyes...your goddamned eyes. Had you not spent so much time visiting him, he wouldn’t have become so emotionally addicted to seeing their expression. How they lit up when he spoke about his day, how they squinted in glee each time you tried a new food, even the way they closed each time he gave you a kiss….

“Nevermind.” He spoke again “It is not worth mentioning”

He was confident in his answer now. And though his intentions weren't to allure you, you found yourself curious about what he was thinking about regardless. You placed your satchel on the floor and lowered yourself to meet his gaze. 

“No, no, tell me!” You exclaimed, your voice soon lowering as you approached him “Tell me, please?”

You got close to his personal space and looked at him with playful, pleading eyes. Kennyo’s gaze hardened, looking at you in near disbelief. Inside, however, he felt his heart spark. And once more the desire he had worked hard to suppress came back to his mind. Fighting against himself, he finally managed to reach a compromise. 

There isn’t any point in hiding now, right? Once revealed, these carnal feelings will be stripped from me. 

Kennyo sighed “You see...I’ve been thinking about you..”

You held his gaze, listening to him carefully. 

“ You… ” He continued “are... my beloved…”

You nodded your head in agreement and smiled. Kennyo’s desire spiked once more. He turned his eyes away from you again, less quickly this time. 

“And as such, I…” Kennyo spoke slowly “... feel as though we should...consummate...each other.”

Your eyes widened at his proposal, your mouth slightly opening in surprise. His hungry eyes darted towards your lips, wishing that he was between them instead----

“D-Disregard what I just said” Kennyo barked, turning away from you now “You’re merely visiting. I cannot make you stay”

And so, a silence befell the quiet room. At first, you were quite surprised about this confession. Nothing suggestive had taken place during dinner….

And yet…somehow, you understood how he felt.

You recalled the thoughts you had while walking in the forest. Sharing a meal is an intimate act .

In Kennyo’s mind, perhaps...he thought there could be other things you could share? The realization of this ignited something inside you. 

Your eyes darted to Kennyo’s unmoving back. Suddenly, his body became the only thing you could think of. His rough physique...his broad shoulders...even the scar on his face….

“You don’t need to make me stay, Kennyo”- You finally gave an answer.

You relaxed your posture and approached him. Feeling bold, you slid your hands past the back of his shoulders and embraced him. You pressed your body against his back and kissed his cheek affectionately. Kennyo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. You moved over so you were in front of him now, your hand caressing his jaw as you led his gaze to make him look at you. 

“You want to bed me?” You asked, getting straight to the point “Is that what you want?”

Kennyo knew his voice would only fail him at this moment. He couldn’t even meet your eyes. He simply nodded his head affirmatively and grabbed at your waist. His grip was delicious, surely he knew the effect this would have on you . You couldn’t do anything but smirk and appreciate the action. 

“Well, I want that too ''- You purred, your lips finding their way to Kennyo’s mouth. 

Despite his shyness, he took no time in kissing you back. It was like suddenly, Kennyo's hesitations had melted away. His eagerness to have you was reciprocated, his body betraying his mind and how it had not expected for this to happen. A part of him felt grateful, though. The side of his mind that tormented him with these fantasies had finally shut up, and in its place was a spectrum of pleasurable physical feelings. Touching him, kissing him, holding him. He was in bliss. 

He left your lips with hurriedness, succumbing to the aching need to get you undressed. He was usually a patient person, but his fingers weaved around your obi cord and sash hastily. He began whispering pleas underneath his breath. 

He soon revealed the bare skin of your chest and kissed at it fervently, unable to catch his breath. You sighed in pleasure as you felt his lips on your skin, your hands palming his jet black hair, stroking at it. 

“You have no idea what you do to me” Kennyo babbled mindlessly “How you make me feel”

His body was pressed firmly against you, you could feel something clothed between your legs spasm as he said that. You let out a gasp of pleasure, understanding the truth of these words. 

“You make me feel the sa-” You were about to reply, before Kennyo engulfed one of your nipples into his hot mouth. 

You moaned and arched your back involuntarily, letting him suck your nipple whilst his hands explored every inch of your body. He finally managed to get you undressed with your help. As soon as he stripped you of any clothing, his large hand reached your back to support your weight on his muscular arm, gaining more access to your skin. 

The attention he gave you was undivided, you could almost get off on that thought alone. At this point you were biting your lip and losing your breath, Kennyo relentlessly licked and grabbed at you like he was a man starved of food. You enjoyed watching him go at it, but you wanted to attend to his needs too. 

“K-Kennyo…” You managed to croak out. 

“Yes, my love?” He turned to look at you, ceasing his actions. 

“I...I want you to feel good too…”

Kennyo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. 

“I already am, my sweet” Kennyo smiled. 

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, assuring you that he was enjoying the session as much as you were. You almost believed he would leave it at that, until he surprised you by unexpectedly pinning you down on the floor. Something inside you burned with anticipation. 

“Although if you do insist…” Kennyo continued, his voice turning gravely from lust “I have something else for you”

His clothed bulge rubbed against your naked sex. You moved against him without thinking about it, sensing tight knots of pleasure in your innermost core. Kennyo rubbed his bulge against you once more, confirming that this was a purposeful position that he had put himself in. Your eyes fluttered with desire, wanting to feel him as he was. 

“G...Kennyo…” You moaned out, your voice pitching. 

Your voice sounded so vulnerable beneath him, and it was like a switch had flipped inside his mind. He was unfamiliar with this desire to hear you like this, and yet, he accepted this with open arms in the heat of this moment. Just this moment, he would show you how much he wanted to make you cry out in ecstasy. 

“Oh?” Kennyo teased “How bad do you want me inside you, angel?”

Kennyo teased at your folds once more, disregarding the patch of wetness that he began to feel as he rubbed against you. 

You were almost at a loss for words now.

“So...so bad...”- You could only manage to say. 

Kennyo was not entirely satisfied with that answer. He uncharacteristically tutted at you, stroking the side of your hair as you twitched with pleasure at his sudden touch. He moved back and started undoing his robes. Once he disregarded his undergarments, he took his hand to his cock and rubbed it against you to tease you further. You let out a broken moan, closing your eyes in pleasure left incomplete. 

“How bad do you really want it?” Kennyo asked “I wish to know”

You broke from your state of bliss to meet him halfway. 

“Please…” You cried “I want it so bad just...please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please, Kennyo...” You whined “Please just let me feel you. I want to feel you ins...inside me, please”

Kennyo was satisfied with your answer now. He muttered out a “very well” before he aligned his shaft with your entrance. He took his time and circled around you once more, letting you feel his swollen cockhead, aching for you only. You once again twitched at the feeling, being unable to control your reaction towards it. He finally gave his first thrust forward, entering you with ease and stretching out your inner walls. 

You sealed your eyes shut, the feeling of him inside you was one you longed to feel. It felt so much better than any of your fantasies ever did. He kept a slow pace at first, easing you into his size and letting you take him as he was. Suddenly, he took his thumb to your swollen clit, it having gone unattended for some time. Just a swipe of his finger against you left you throwing your head back in pleasure again, but this reaction was not enough for Kennyo. He wanted to see you cry out in pleasure for him as you did before, begging him for release, begging him to keep touching you like he was until your voice failed you. Pleasure that you would reminisce about for days after. 

In his mind, he decided to make you feel heavenly. Your wanton moans brought him back from his thoughts, suddenly realizing you had tightened around him delectably, though he could surely contain himself. 

He picked up the pace and rubbed at your clitoris rhythmically, matching it with the speed of his thrusts. With tears on the corners of your eyes, you couldn’t help but let out a throaty moan, your body desiring, begging for the release it so desperately claimed. 

“Ken...Kennyo...I want...I’m g...I’m going to cum…”- You keened. 

Kennyo smiled proudly and gave your quivering lips a kiss. Your arousal increased at the sweetness of this action, and you felt as though Kennyo could tell. 

“I want to hear you beg for me, dear...” Kennyo admitted with honesty “Do you think you could do that?”

“What? Mmm…”- You murmured, seeing stars. 

You suddenly locked eyes with him, his eyes were gentle, his own sign of pleading with you. Staring at them briefly, you finally understood his words.

You accepted his proposal and gave him a knowing smirk, quickly twisting into a mask of pleasure as his strokes started getting more brash. Your body was ablaze with rapture, it quivered against him in delight. 

Your voice pitched and broke as he kept going. You muttered pleas against his lips, making it harder for him to stay focused. He started frantically kissing your face, allowing you very few chances to actually meet his lips. This tension further sent you over the edge. Suddenly, when you weren’t able to keep this up yourself anymore. You screamed for him, begged for him to finally let you release yourself. 

He was beginning to lose his composure too, seeing your face contorted with lust. Sweat formed in his brow, looking at you passionately, he finally agreed and let you come. You took no time and your body reacted instantly, your throat dry with a sharp moan, signifying you’d reached your climax.

The way you tightened around him was sinful, Kennyo was beginning to slip too. Though he had been particularly inaudible during the ordeal, you realized he reached his peak when a promising groan rumbled in his throat, soon feeling him release himself inside you. 

After you were done, you looked at him carefully. Kennyo reverted to a more relaxed state. When he looked into your eyes and realized he was still embracing your body tightly, his grip loosened. He began to feel awkward, like he didn’t know what to do or say next. You smiled at him as though you could read his thoughts and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He let his eyes sink and kissed you back, instinctively adjusting your bodies so you could both lay down comfortably. 

The kiss broke off once you laid in bed in front of each other. Kennyo took his long index finger and brushed it absentmindedly against your jawline, slightly feeling the softness of your skin. When his finger circled a bit too close to your chin and lips, you kissed it. His hand involuntarily opened up, causing you to kiss the rest of his fingers one by one. 

This action had Kennyo blushing uncontrollably. To finish it off, you gave him a playful peck on the lips. His surprised expression turned into a smile once more. 

Without words, it seemed that both of you had reached a mutual agreement on having you stay the night. Dressing yourselves back up for a little more warmth, you laid parallel against each other. Kennyo decided to lay facing away from you, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep without him admiring your beautiful face right in front of him. 

You took this chance to cuddle behind Kennyo, letting the warmth of his body soothe you to sleep. His breath suddenly wavered before returning, accepting your embrace and closing his eyes at the feeling of you holding him. He felt your hand snugged at his side and placed his on top of it, holding in place. You both drifted off to sleep, dreaming of even better nights and days to come. 

Chapter Text

You and the rest of the warlords in Azuchi Castle were gathered in the council hall for a party, a celebration for Nobunaga’s recent victory. The atmosphere was bustling with excitement, vassals were anxious to finally get a break and unwind, the maids were joyful at the celebrations, other guests that came by were in high spirits too. 

For once, everyone in the castle was happy and could enjoy a night of drinking, chatting and dancing away to the sound of music. It vaguely reminded you of home, and you were happy and grateful that you could enjoy a night like this with the other warlords, especially with Mitsuhide.

Normally reserved and not one for bold celebrations, there was an air around Mitsuhide that suggested that he too was looking forward to this party. His was a quiet, joyful excitement; you could feel it. You were sure this eagerness had to do with him helping Nobunaga secure a victory, so secretly, this party celebrated his achievements as well.

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“DEAREST CROWD!” The head musician spoke with surprising confidence at the audience in front of him “It is our honor to play for all of you here in Azuchi Castle! Tonight, we celebrate Lord Nobunaga for his TRIUMPHANT victory !”

The crowd cheered and clapped as did you, noting the head musician’s exuberant manner of speech. 

The head musician finally looked away from the crowd to conduct his fellow musicians. They played a festive, joyful symphony. 

The atmosphere became ten times more energetic with the sound of music. Some guests even began to dance in the free space provided in the middle of the hall. You smiled at them in delight.

Going unnoticed, Mitsuhide stared at you, smiling too. Kyubei, who sat near other vassals, came by and gave Mitsuhide a bottle as per his request. Wordlessly, Mitsuhide gave an approving nod, before Kyubei returned it and left to go back to his seat.

After Kyubei left, Mitsuhide resumed looking at you. He placed the bottle on a chilled container and called out your name. 

You turned to look at him and he gave you his usual teasing gaze. This time, though, you could tell there was genuine warmth in his eyes. Mitsuhide had brought you a bottle infused with your favorite fruit. Even though he was unable to taste anything, you appreciated that he made the effort to get you a sake that made him think of you. You served yourself a cup and were about to drink it until an expected pink mob of hair came into view, zooming in in front of you. It was Ranmaru with an excited look on his face and a bottle in his hand. 

“Lady _____! You MUST try this peach-infused sake!” Ranmaru exclaimed “It’s the very best there is!”

You put your cup down. You were a bit surprised by Ranmaru’s eagerness to have you try it, but accepted his offer regardless. You took the cup he offered you and placed it on your lips. You drank it down and your face contorted into a stunned expression. It was a surprise. A sickly sweet surprise. As you had originally assumed, this sake was way too sweet for your taste. 

“G..oh..I...uh…” You tried to speak, already reeling in your apology “Thank you, Ranmaru, but it’s way too sweet for me”

His eyes widened, his mouth agape in an oval shape. He seemed to be sad you didn’t like it as much as he did. 

“Oh, I’m sorry about that…”- He frowned, lowering his gaze as he took the bottle away.

But Ranmaru quickly perked himself up again, showing you a happy smile. 

“Well! I guess that means more for me! I’ll talk to you later, Lady _____!”

Ranmaru waved you a quick goodbye and left as soon as he came. You didn’t even have time to properly wave him a goodbye and he had already left your side to go somewhere else. You nonchalantly adjusted your kimono and resumed trying the sake Mitsuhide had recommended you to. You brought the cup to your lips and drank it down. 

Attagirl , Mitsuhide thought. 

As soon as you put the cup down, you let out a sound of delight at the taste of the beverage, recognizing Mitsuhide’s brilliant drink selection. You poured yourself several other cups and drank them down as well. After a while of drinking, Mitsuhide decided to comment on you.

“I see someone is enjoying my gift a little too much…”- Mitsuhide purred, initiating a conversation. 

Unable to properly discern his tone, you looked at him in disbelief. You were entering a state of inebriation, one that would not allow for any filters in your manner of speech. 

“And what? What are you going to do about it, Mitsuhide?”- You confronted him.

He drew in an amused breath, looking into your determined eyes. 

“Nothing, my dear.” Mitsuhide crossed his arms “Although I am jealous that I wasn’t the one to put that blush upon your cheeks”

You giggled at his senseless jealousy of making you blush. It was the alcohol that made you red all over, your drunk self would not fall to his teasing words. 

“You make me blush all the time anyways, though…” You replied, soon picking up your empty cup once filled with sake “ This is a welcome change”

You poured yourself and him another cup.

“I say we have a toast!” You exclaimed, raising your glass.

“What to, my little mouse?”- He asked, following your lead.

“To us, my love !” You mocked him playfully, then lowered your voice carefully and looked at him in the eyes “To you and me, darling”

Your soft words at the end made his heart swell with endearment. You clinked your shots together and downed them. You let out a cry of victory afterwards, one that you thought warlords would make on the battlefield. Mitsuhide chuckled at this action, eyeing you a little bit gentler than he was used to. He gulped the shot down. You smiled at him nonchalantly, the tenderness in his gaze going unnoticed by you. 

He was fine with this. He watched you and decided to turn a little more protective over you while in this state. He liked to work silently, exploring the crevices of your expressions and interpreting them correctly. Teasing you was also an often occurrence, and Mitsuhide enjoyed seeing the reddened look on your face as he did so. Tonight—however—was not one of those nights. 

Seeing you enjoy yourself was a pleasure on its own, one that needn’t be brought on by himself. Despite his usually reclusive nature, he was truly happy being there in the party with you, with the warlords. 

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The celebration had finally ended. Nobunaga told Mitsuhide to manage some minimal tasks to help close the party. It seems he was not only a guest, but also doubled as a part of the staff as well. He had gone out of the hall for these tasks and returned a few minutes later to a celebration-barren hall, one with very few guests. 

Masamune somehow ended up making a fool out of himself and danced away at the sound of silence as the musicians of the celebration had all but left. Mitsunari tried to ease him out of it, failing in the process and having himself be Masamune’s impromptu dance partner. Mitsuhide let out a quiet chuckle. 

Nobunaga left after the musicians announced their final song, though he encouraged the guests to say for as long as they pleased. The great majority of the guests left soon after, seeing no point in staying in a party without the person behind the celebration. Hideyoshi had apparently suffered a headache from drinking too much and left as soon as the musicians started packing. Ieyasu left shortly after that. Ranmaru’s exit went unseen by everyone, but judging by the empty bowl near the entrance that used to be full of peaches, he probably retreated back to his quarters. Or perhaps somewhere else , Mitsuhide added to the thought. 

Mitsuhide’s thoughts were dispelled once his eyes turned to look at you. His eyes lit up. You laid there sleeping on some cushions on the floor, forming a sort of makeshift bed. Covering you was a purple haori , surely Mitsunari’s. He probably gave it to you so you wouldn’t get cold. After mentally approving of Mitsunari’s considerate decision, his thoughts shifted towards your sleeping state, how you looked like an angel untouched by time. 

My beautiful little mouse , Mitsuhide thought, smiling to himself. He began leaning down and thought of waking you up to escort you to your room. He was about to, until...

His body shook, then his fingers flinched. His eyes unexpectedly widened before sharpening again to his usual gaze. He had decided against waking you. Your sleeping face….so peaceful and calm...to disturb you would be to disrupt the beauty of it. You looked so deep in sleep and so comfortable. He was hoping you were dreaming of him. 

His thoughts were resolved. He uncovered you and lifted you up from the cushions and onto his lean, muscular arms. Your warm body slumped against his torso. He tried his best to not let himself blush or let his breath falter, even if no one was around to see it. 

Determined, he carried you all the way to your room, never letting his gaze fall to you so as to not be distracted by your beauty. He faced forward as he walked. As soon as he got to the wing of the castle where you stayed at, he began slowing his walk, savoring the moments he would still have you in his arms. He was finally in front of your room, he opened the door with some difficulty but eventually got in. He saw your futon undone. You must’ve had a busy day today and had no time to clean up. He scoffed at the sight. 

He then turned to look at you carefully, softly, seeing your skin glow against the moonlight peering in from the windows. His expression was the softest it's ever been, he began laying you down slowly on the futon. Once you were out of his arms and in the covers of your futon, his body physically flinched again, realizing it had parted away from his love.

You looked so beautiful like this, he couldn’t help but give you a soft kiss on your forehead. 

Mitsuhide finally pulled away from you, promising himself he wouldn’t look back at your sleeping face but failing to do so. He went up to the door, eyes still on you. He looked at you in bed, his eyes gentler than ever. It was vulnerable for him, letting himself feel this way towards you. And with lips so gentle, he spoke a phrase void of any teasing before closing the door:

“Sweet dreams, my love”

Chapter Text

Your sleep was interrupted by a ray of light that shone through the ship’s bedroom window. You instinctively brough your arm up to shield your eyes. Normally, it would’ve been closed to assure you and Motonari’s sleep soundly, but it was uncovered. Additionally, the warmth of his body against yours was absent. 

Your thoughts ceased when you heard the familiar metallic clink of a belt. You turned to your left where the source of the noise was coming from and saw Motonari putting on his clothes, already halfway done. He was adjusting his slacks when he suddenly stopped and turned his head to the side, acknowledging your presence. 

“Ah, yer finally awake” He sighed, continuing to adjust his clothing “Get dressed. I’m takin’ the whole crew out to town”

Your eyes popped wide open. You untangled your legs from the ivory-colored sheets, eventually kneeling on the mattress. 

“To town?”

Motonari finally laid his eyes on you, his gaze adventurous as always “You’ll find out soon enough”

You breathed in quickly, deciding to finally get up from the bed. 

“Alright”- You muttered out, heading to get dressed.

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A wave sprayed against the ship’s side. Motonari looked to the mainland like he was the one who first laid eyes on it. His eyes shone like the sun when he had visual confirmation that the merchant festival in Bingo province was indeed a real thing and not something that that spiky-haired merchant he met in Azuchi made up on the spot. 

“Here we are, boys...” Motonari declared, looking to the festive port. 

“...An’ Princess”- He added to the thought. 

Your head bobbed at the sudden mention of you, you brought a hand to your face in bashfulness, your eyes soon turning to look at the town.

Motonari’s crew have been given the day off, free to frolic around the merchant town and festival. They were to return to the ship no later than 3 hours after sundown. If yer not there by then, ya can kiss yer maritime home goodbye , as Motonari put it. 

He caught a quick glance at you looking at the town, taking in your reaction, before turning to look back on the town himself. 

It was the first time in 2 weeks that you’d seen firm land. It felt longer than that, though. So when you finally got a chance to see the festivities, it filled you with excitement. The colorful merchant stands and banners were a sharp visual contrast from your usual view of the endless sea; and the people walked around the town, most of them talking or with purchases in hand. A mixture of food smells came wafting in, even through the distance between the ship and the festival, it smelled so good. This festival almost felt like it was...for you. Like a gift or like coming home. Home? You laughed at that thought, but home is right--

“So what, Princess? Ya comin’ or not?”

Motonari’s familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Though his voice retained his usual brazen tone, when you caught a glance in his direction, you noticed he was holding out his gloved, open hand for you to grab. His eyes were even a little...warmer than before; but one could never be too sure around Motonari. Was it genuine tenderness in his gaze? Or was it heat meant to smolder enemies?

He looks so sweet , you thought to yourself. A rough-and-tumble pirate wouldn’t offer a hand for a lady to disembark, much less one initially considered an enemy pawn. 

But your heart knew you were far from that title now. You abandoned it the moment you bonded with the Mori crew and the ship they sailed on; those endless nights talking, dancing and drinking under the light of the stars.

Even managing to enamour the Captain himself, you shared a room with him, shared a bed with him…

No longer was any apprehension in your heart, it was overflowing with loyalty and love for Motonari instead. 

With a new sense of confidence, you nodded your head and walked forward, accepting his hand. 

Time slowed down for him when your fingers slid into his palm. God , he wished his hands were ungloved right now so he could feel the softness of your skin…

F-For tactful reasons, of course! , he thought in his head. This glove is sleek and could cause her fingers ta slip from it! The fabric is fine but old so it could tear if she tugs it too hard ---

Any worries he had dissipated when you finally approached him and he met your gleaming eyes, staring at him like he was a bright beacon after a long and stormy night at sea. He couldn’t help comparing you to the ocean; for you were just as unpredictable and beautiful like it . 

“Let’s get goin’ ” 

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You couldn’t exactly recall what this particular merchant festival was celebrating, but you shared the cheerful sentiment anyway. The merchant shops were bustling, every patron engaged in friendly conversations with each other or the merchants and the town was as lively as ever. You couldn’t even recall a merchant town as cheerful as this one and…

Your eyes darted towards an extravagant fabric stand. It was bigger and brighter than any of the other fabric stands you’d seen in previous towns. You couldn’t stop yourself from running towards it. 

The variety of fabrics they had was extensive. Solid color prints, flower prints, contrasting color prints...even prints you thought you would only see back in the present---err, I guess future , now. 

He stared at the fabrics with a slight disinterest. Not wanting to feel rude, he wondered why you were gushing about all these different types of fabrics when there were so many clothing stands with already-sewn clothing for you to buy. 

“Look at this, Motonari!” She squeaked at him, shoving a pink roll of fabric in his face “Think about all the kimonos I could make with this!”

She went from one fabric to the next, eyeing them and possibly imagining what garments she could make with them. A relieved grin creeped on Motonari’s lips as he observed her. She’s happy . She’s like a kid in a candy store , he thought; or whatever that Kicho person said about people lookin’ all excited . His gaze suddenly darkened when he realized he still hadn’t an answer as to why this specific stand was so exciting. He wasn’t searching to dampen your mood, he just wanted to know what was so important about this. 

“I guess I can see the appeal, Princess…” He hummed; soon adopting a gentle, honest tone “But wouldn’t it be easier ta just buy it?”

You stopped what you were doing. Were it any other day—or had he taken any other tone—you’d flip his comment and let it serve as banter. His question, however, was a sincere one. And as such, you thought that it deserved a sincere answer. 

“It would, but...there’s a certain magic about making a garment…” You said in a soft voice, turning to him “It’s personalized, it’s unique, and I think it’s undeniably heartfelt”

His crimson eyes shone in surprise, not expecting that type of answer. Your look gave it all away, how much you really loved it. He remembered you mentioned you were a seamstress, then he pieced everything you said back together. 

“Oh, I see…”

Motonari gave you a playful smile. 

“Ya reckon you could make me a garment, then?”

The mood changed to a light-hearted one, you let out a soft chuckle at his question. You blinked then decided to follow his game. You placed your fingers under your chin and pretended to think about it, eyes darting to the opposite side of Motonari before returning to him. 

“I guess it depends…”- You chirped. 

You got behind him, pretending to hold an invisible measuring tape against the back of his shoulders. 

“I’d have to get your measurements first…” You teased him, before whispering into his ear “Then we can discuss payment…”

Motonari blushed ferociously, beating him in whatever this flirting game was. Any words he had died in his throat right there. He just grabbed your hand that rested on his left shoulder. 

“Right…” He managed to croak out “...but not here...Ya know how I get with touchin’…”

His voice softened as he finished that last sentence. He took your fingers in his hand and slid them down so you two were holding hands, the ambiance suddenly growing just a bit more intimate. 

“Ey, look! A Portuguese food stand!”- He beamed. 

You turned to look where Motonari was pointing at with his free hand.

It was a food stand from one of the Portuguese settlers in this town. You managed to recognize some of the words in the hung poster. Motonari lightly squeezed your hand and it drew your attention back to him. His eyes spoke of gentle excitement. His comment did not seem like a command, but rather an invitation. In a surprising coincidence, you felt your stomach grumble. 

“Let’s get going, then”- You smiled at him, stepping forward towards the direction of the food stand. 

He followed suit.

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“Obrigado” - Motonari told the vendor as he handed him two slices of cake. 

Pão de Castela, as the vendor called it, was all the rave at the festival. You and Motonari barely managed to snag a piece, or so he claimed. 

Usually eaten plain, this cake had icing on it, making it different from other foreign sweet treats that were sold in the festival. Motonari had spoken half-Japanese, half-Portuguese while ordering, unintentionally impressing you with his linguistic abilities. 

He gave you your due slice. With no sitting areas around, you were forced to stand up as you ate. It was a small, personal cake, anyways. Surely, you’d finish it in no time. 

Your stomach grumbled once again, unthinkingly taking a big bite out of the cake, leaving you pleasantly surprised. The bread was a soft vanilla flavor with an equally sweet vanilla icing, the aftertaste was delicious. 

“Princess…” Motonari cooed “You got a little…”

He pointed at his upper lip. You stared at him unaffectedly. Oblivious to Motonari’s message, he took matters into his own hands.

“Here, I got it”- He sighed.

Motonari took off his left glove and swiped the top of your lip, where some vanilla icing had accumulated. 

He absentmindedly took the finger to his mouth and cleaned himself off of it. When he felt your gaze on him, he looked back at you. He thought he could see you blush. 

“What?”- He asked, an unusual innocent smile adorning his lips.

You meekly turned away from him, secretly finding it cute that he went through the trouble of taking off his glove to clean your lip. He rarely ungloved his hands for anything. 

“Nothing”- You replied, looking elsewhere. 

You continued eating your cake slice, this time making sure to be careful and not eat too messily. 

….

Though you secretly wanted to just so Motonari could touch your lip once more.

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The festival had finally come to a close, the vendors were closing up shop, villagers were saying their last goodbyes and the light from the shops was replaced by the paper lanterns that lit the way to the residences; both on land and on the port. You and Motonari were walking on the way to the ship.

All of Motonari’s men had come back promptly, knowing damn well that their captain wasn’t one to joke around when it came to the ship leaving without them. 

You were approaching the ship when you saw the last crew member rush inside. Motonari scoffed, knowing this was the crew member who always arrived at the last minute. 

His usual, devil-may-care attitude seemed to return as you walked down the port. Wanting to savor your few moments on land before heading out to sea, you decided to take advantage of this alone time together. 

“I enjoyed today’s outing, Motonari” You smiled, stopping before reaching the ship’s wooden ramp “Thank you for bringing me here”

A few steps ahead of you, Motonari turned to look back. You couldn’t quite discern his expression due to the contrast of the deck lights behind him. He quickly walked back to respond to you. 

“Ah, ya just needed a change of scenery, is all...”- He hummed. 

Getting close to you, you noticed he was looking to the side. 

“Before we go to another port, that is''- He continued his sentence.

It was then when you could read him perfectly. He was acting shy now. This was quite unusual for Motonari, usually assertive and headstrong. This was the side he showed very few people. Now you, under the light of the moon, had seen this phase of him. You unintentionally pulled him like a tide to shore. Your eyes sank in adoration as you looked at Motonari.

“I can hardly wait…”- You muttered softly. 

This lighting was just too adequate to steal a kiss in, you thought. And that’s exactly what you did. You got a few steps closer to Motonari, meeting his tall figure, and got close to his plush lips. 

He accepted your kiss, though with trembling lips. They calmed down once your lips embraced him fully. Your hands grazed his arms to touch him, and to him it was bliss. You felt him falter in your mouth as you did so, but he kissed you back with more energy. His gloved hands searched for yours and he held them, pressing them against his chest, you felt the rapid beating of his heart. You were unsure if he placed them there intentionally, but your own heartbeat increased as well. 

The kiss broke off after an undetermined amount of time. You pulled back, huffing a smile once more, entranced by your lover. He felt a slight blush creep at his cheeks, the usually loudmouthed pirate was left speechless by your gentle action. Leaning his head down, he took his hand in yours and lifted it upwards. 

“Let’s go, Princess. We have a long night ahead of us”

You accepted his hand and followed him into the ship, the thoughts in your head all centering around your pirate lover, wondering what adventures you’ll go on next.

Chapter Text

You were awakened by the increasing amount of light that entered your room’s window, your eyes fluttering to adjust. You turned to look at your side and noticed it was messy and empty, meaning Motonari had already woken up. 

Last night was glorious , you thought. You and Motonari had an eventful night last night celebrating a new treaty. You remembered the party, the drinking, the dancing, the sweet aftermath…

It was all just so good…and you couldn’t be happier knowing Motonari was at your side. 

You stretched your arms and legs to wake your body up, soon getting out of the bed you and Motonari shared wearing nothing but one of his big white undershirts and your undergarments. 

You got up with the intention of looking for him, rubbing your left eye in remaining sleepiness that you had. You opened the bedroom door and went out. It didn’t take you too long before you heard the distinctive clack of plates in the kitchen, and as you entered it, you were met with Motonari’s lean back towards you. 

You smiled softly at the sight of him, thinking he looked so attractive while doing tasks. 

“O Captain, My Captain…” - You finally spoke, quoting a Walt Whitman poem. 

You felt an aura of ease. Motonari acknowledged your presence by turning his head to the side. Despite this, he didn't face you, his hands still moving as he scrubbed and rinsed the dishes. 

“That one’a yer references, doll?”- He replied, now stacking them.

“Maybe so…”

He left out a sigh. You were almost going to grow concerned until he replied to you with an easy tone. 

“You’ve been spendin’ a lotta time with that ninja friend’a yers” He responded “Sure he’s not the one yer after?”

You smiled knowingly. 

“You know he’s not” You replied “You know I cling to you”

Motonari finally stopped washing dishes and turned to look at you, his eyes sparkling like rubies even from a distance. He wiped and dried his hands off on a cloth nearby, then he walked over to you. 

“Is that right?”

He purred this last answer to you, getting closer. You looked down sheepishly and muttered a lazy word of approval, Motonari got in your immediate space and held your chin in his rarely ungloved fingers, holding your sweet gaze. 

Motonari seemed to appreciate you agreeing with him, though something in his eyes looked mischievous and as though he wanted to play with you some more. 

“Gods, you’re some woman…” He smirked “An’ seein’ you hang out with the Oda boys…reminds me I jus wantcha all ta myself”

You scoffed shyly, but adapted a playful tone. 

“Is that jealousy I hear?”

“More like…concern”- He played along. 

“Right…Like you’re anything but protective of me”

“Nah…” He refuted your claims “I ain’t that stubborn”

“Says the CEO of Stubborness”

“Sea--ee...what?”- He asked, confused by this new set of words. 

You giggled at him trying to enunciate the words.

“What time do we reach shore?”- You asked, changing the subject.  

“Ah, I’d say about 2 more days” He answered you promptly “If ya keep yappin’ about yer precious fabrics a second more, I think my head’ll burst”

You chuckled, knowing full well Motonari wasn’t one for overly kind words, but he showed how much he cared through his actions. His crewmates had said that before he had met you, they would only visit the shore for absolute necessities, and how these visits to shore have increased ever since your addition to the crew. When you confronted him about it, he blatantly denied it, but in a tone that signified a bit of shy restraint, almost like he didn’t wanna be figured out. 

“If it wasn’t for the food festivals or me needing new fabrics, you’d always stay at sea”

A smile creeped on Motonari’s lips, his eyes blazing with the opportunity to get back at you.

“Right? Because I’m the Sea-ee-oh of the ocean!”

You laughed. 

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The waves had been particularly forceful today, wringing the ship from side to side more than usual. This would’ve been less bothersome during a day where you were not sitting down in your garment-making station, assessing the fabrics and tools to make new kimonos and the odd commission you would get from Nagato Province dwellers. 

The ship swayed from side to side constantly, scissors and rulers sliding from one end to the other, unable to stay entirely still. You hid them in the wooden box Motonari had gifted you, preventing yourself from feeling further stress.

A hurried Motonari slammed the door to the cabin open, looking at you like there was an emergency. But by the way he was walking, it seemed less of a ship emergency and more like a personal…almost a bit urgent answer that he needed to get from you. 

“Hey!” Motonari called on you to get your attention “I remember ya tellin’ me how you’re a……how you’re a…”

He began to move his fingers pleadingly, struggling to remember the name for your profession. 

“...You…make...clothes?”- He finally managed to complete his question. 

At first, you didn’t understand his question, until you finally caught on what he was trying to say. 

“Oh!” You chuckled lightly “You mean a seamstress? Yes! I am”

His eyes lit up. 

“Yea! That’s the name!”

Him perking up at your answer was temporary, soon going back to his unusually quiet demeanor. He looked to the side skittishly, as if afraid to go for the next question.

“Listen, do ya…” He breathed in, sounding a bit more nervous than he was intending to “...Do ya think ya could...make me a new pair’a gloves?”

You blinked at him, not expecting this request.

“You need new ones?”- You asked. 

“Yeah, uh…my other pair…ripped”- Motonari spoke, almost shyly. You were unable to discern the true reason why. 

“Oh” You frowned, remembering how much Motonari liked, needed and used his gloves. He took excellent care of them, so ripping or suffering any tears was something unheard of coming from his gloves. However, you hadn’t seen him with any other gloves throughout your whole relationship with him, so you had to assume that they had finally been worn out. 

Dismissing your thoughts, you immediately perked yourself up and smiled to show disposition, soon giving him an affirmative answer.

“Yeah, no problem! I can make them!”

“Ya will?”- He asked, excited.

You nodded.

Motonari smiled as he got closer to you and gave you an unexpected hug.

“Ah, alright! Guess we better get ta shore quicker then”

You smiled warmly and accepted his hug, giving him a short but sweet kiss before he went back to whatever he was doing back on deck. 

Your smile slowly disappeared as Motonari left the room. You had never made a set of gloves before, and this was the first set of gloves you would make for someone. You started to worry if it was even wise to accept his request…

But surely there was no harm in trying something new, especially as a gift to someone you love. Bargaining with yourself, you told yourself you’d get glove stitching patterns when you arrived on the mainland, and this would serve as a good opportunity to expand your portfolio. 

---

Days had passed and you had finally gotten to town for new fabrics. In your working station, you pulled out the eggshell white fabric you got from a market in Aki province, one Motonari had personally recommended. He recommended this shop due to their hand-picked selections from workers who actually knew the materials and, as he put it, “put their bleedin’ hearts in their work”. 

Motonari had also bought you a proper and solid desk and chairs to work on, specifically for working on the gloves. Though the vendors claimed and overstated the quality of this desk was due to the foreign-sourced wood, Motonari’s simple reason for buying it was because “my lady can’t do without it”.

With careful eyes, you extended the fabric with your firm hands, making sure not a crease stood between you and the fabric.

You pulled out the instructions of the glove pattern one of the vendors had so graciously gifted you, the crumbling and browning of the paper being an indicator of how much it was in use.

Motonari barged in the cabin once more. 

“Ya called me? What’s my lady need me now for?”

He was referring to how you said you needed him down in the cabin a few moments before you came down here to set up the materials. You smiled at him, your gaze turning to the fabrics before coming back to him. 

“I need you for glove measurements”

Motonari grinned softly, walking over to your desk. 

“Ah. Yer finally getting started on that project, now?” He asked, sitting down and placing his right hand forward, apparently ready for you to begin working. 

You appreciated Motonari getting straight to the point and setting himself up for you to begin working. Like you mentioned, Motonari wasn’t one of many kind words, but his actions showed for his heart. His demeanor right now was so particularly vulnerable, and you were in no mood to tease him about it. 

Despite your inner feelings of excitement about making this new piece of clothing, you remained professional throughout obtaining Motonari’s measurements.

First, you traced his right hand, having to trace and retrace it for about 3 times to ensure enough fabric for the glove, possibly thinking about stitching it thicker to ensure it for longer usage and duration. 

“Now your left hand”- You continued. 

He sat his unused hand against his cheek and admired you. He wasn’t one to admit it, but he thought you looked sexy looking so serious and focused on your task at hand; literally. He hadn’t seen you work this up close before. Your body sensed his gaze so you turned to look at him. 

“What?”- You asked softly, a shy smile grazing your lips. 

“Ah, it’s nothin’ ” He responded “I jus’ love watchin’ you work”

“Thanks” You replied a gentle smile adorned your lips “I love doing it”

Your voice had adopted a softer, serious tone. Unbeknownst to you, this is what Motonari called your “work voice”. Though he adored the sereneness of your voice like right now, he knew it could only exist in this context. So each time he heard you like this, it was like heaven grazing his ears. He couldn’t believe his luck in calling you his beloved. 

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“Motonari!”- You hollered, knowing he was within earshot in the common room. 

“Yes, Princess?”- He replied. 

“Come over here! I have something to show you”

Motonari stopped his eyebrows from fully furrowing with a twitch and he walked over to you, hoping to not offend you with his forgetfulness for something that he noticed had you smiling from ear to ear. He briefly spoke and acted in a cautious manner. 

“What do ya…?”- He asked, before his thoughts were interrupted by your next action. 

You didn’t answer him verbally, simply bringing your hands up to him to let him see the new pair of gloves you had made him. His scarlet eyes widened in surprise. 

“These are…” He spoke in awe.

He looked at you with an almost childlike curiosity. 

“Are these the gloves I watched ya make?”- He finished his thought. 

As Motonari asked this question, you noticed that he put the gloves near his chest where his heart was. By the sincere look in his eyes seeking your answer, you noticed that this was probably involuntary. Even so, you were thrilled by his positive response. 

“Of course!”- You answered without skipping a beat. 

“Ah…” Motonari sighed, looking at them proudly “I love ‘em…”

“Now my lady’ll be with me always…” Motonari remarked, kissing the gloves while looking at you “Even if she’s off with that ninja or the Oda men''

You got flustered. 

“Oh, stop it, you..”

Motonari let out a hearty chuckle, meaning to tease you with that comment.

“And of course, m’lady…” Motonari protested “I’ve still gotta test ‘em out”

Motonari put his right hand into the white glove and flexed the fingers, feeling how the fabric moved against him. He seemed satisfied. He did the same to his left one. Then, he did something unexpected. 

“Yer hand, doll”

You looked downwards where he flexed his right hand towards you, stretching and hoping for your own in his. 

“...What? My hand?”- You asked, confused by his request. Motonari scoffed, but retained a suave air. 

“These are the gloves that you’ll be feelin’ whenever I don’t have my own hands on ya. Though you made ’em, I wanna make sure ya like feelin’ on ‘em too”

“Oh…” You declared, then grabbed his stretched gloved hand. 

You suddenly turned bashful.

“Yeah, I like them…”- You continued your thoughts. 

He suddenly spinned your body around and got in your immediate space, your face and his only scant centimeters away from each other. 

“Do you like ‘em here too?”- He asked, taking your chin between his fingers.

His eyes were wide and thankful. So wide they seemed, that they took on the appearance of a sea of ruby, and it seemed that all Motonari wanted to do was make you drown with all his love and appreciation. No words were needed to detail the love he had for you, his gaze and vulnerability spelled it all out for you. 

You blushed fiercely. 

“Y-Yeah…”- You spoke, stuttering a bit. 

Motonari gave out a cocky smile. 

“Thought so”- He remarked. 

Pulling your face closer, he gave you a passionate kiss on the lips. 

Chapter Text

It’s been about two months since Kicho and you had time-traveled via the wormhole at Honno-ji and arrived in present-day Japan, your home. 

Currently, Kicho was taking care of business, leaving you alone in your apartment you happened to rent for the time being. 

Something ignited the flame inside of you tonight. Even when Kicho was gone, the need for him persisted. It was like a call to action to get him here and wanting to feel him as he was…

You were…

You wanted him now. 

You could resort to a measly masturbation session thinking about him, but it just wouldn’t be the same. You needed him, you needed to talk to him at least. Maybe he could…

From your wandering thoughts, you remembered that Kicho had a cellphone, so you took the chance and decided to call him directly to be in contact with him. You then realized you wanted to get yourself off to…to the sound of him…

It felt almost shameful to do so, but your body demanded certain interaction from him. 

Determined, you sat in your pink desk chair, your legs slowly spreading out. You clicked on his contact number and placed the phone near your ear, hearing the hum of the approaching call. Soon, you heard a click and Kicho’s voice muttering hello.

“Hey, Kicho. It’s me”

He called out your name. You thought you could sense the smile on his lips as he said it. 

“Hey doll” Kicho greeted you “Why are you calling this late?”

He wasn’t one to be concerned about you sleeping late, but you calling him at this hour definitely caught him off-guard. 

“I just missed you, babe” You replied “I wanted to hear your voice”

He let out a short chuckle. 

“Fair enough,” He laughed off any concerns he had “That’s a reasonable excuse”

You scoffed, fingers soon sliding down to meet your clit as you decided to draw out this discussion.

“Is there such a thing as an unreasonable excuse with you?”

He thought hard, before replying with a simple answer. 

“Not really. Not with you, at least”

You smiled. “Good”

You almost started getting mad at yourself for wanting to get off on Kicho’s voice as both of you made small talk. It didn’t help that Kicho gave nonchalant answers like any man who lived in the 21st Century. There was no nuance, not even a bit of cultural or language dissonance between you two to keep the ball rolling, Kicho adapted to every single aspect of the contemporary world perfectly, even in casual conversation. 

“But seriously, though. Why’d you call me up for?” Kicho restated his previous question “Do you need anything?”

“I…” You hesitated “I just missed your voice! I don’t think I need to repeat myself”

You heard a slight pause at his end of the call. You thought he had accidentally ended the call until he replied.

“Yeah, you’re probably right…” He sighed, sounding defeated. He was probably tired from whatever outing he had gone on, you assumed. 

You exhaled a breath of relief as you kept playing with your clit, thinking you were safe from any further questioning. But just then...

“Except I don’t believe you, angel. Not even a bit”

You let out a gasp. Oh, you thought. I shouldn't have done that. 

Before you could even speak on it, he won you to it.  

“You don’t miss my voice” He purred “You miss me . You miss my body. Is that right?”

You repositioned your body to sit up straight. Your fingers left your core, but it betrayed you as you felt it tighten when you heard that last question. 

“N-No!” You cried out “I mean, yes! But no!---I mean I, uh...I-It’s not---! I’m not---!”

You choked on your words, hoping to the Gods that he didn’t mention what you were doing: shamelessly fingering yourself to his voice on the phone. It’s—you started to worry—so desperate. I should stop this, I-

“Oh, sweetheart...” He spoke in an amused tone “You really do miss me…”

It was almost embarrassing how your sex clenched against nothing again as he spoke to you like that.

“Don’t feel ashamed, angel. I’ve been thinking about you like that too. Your mouth, that perfect body, your…”

You breathed out louder than you hoped, revealing your arousal once again. Kicho laughed, being thoroughly entertained by this. 

“You’re lucky that I’m not too busy right now, doll...”

His voice got impossibly closer to his phone speaker. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, princess” His voice got deeper “ Anything you want ”

You scoffed at him. He was bold for wanting you to reveal your fantasies out in the open like this, like you weren’t dripping from the sound of his voice alone. 

You clenched the phone in nervousness, opening your mouth before slowly closing it, your mind going through every phrase as to how to say it without feeling ashamed of your desires, but there was only one thing you really wanted.

“I just...I want you to fuck me…”

Kicho let out an amused exhale, liking what he was hearing. You could feel him curling his lips into a mischievous smile as he spoke his next reply. 

“And…?”

He wants me to continue?, you thought. 

“Um…I just…your voice…”

You looked to the side, nervously, trying to organize your thoughts. 

“Can you come over?”- You finally succumbed to asking.

You weren’t one to ask Kicho to leave whatever business affair this was, especially ones that paid well in order to keep you living lavishly. You respected his work ethic, but right now, you wanted him back home with you. 

Kicho sucked in a breath full of pity. 

“I can’t do that, doll. I still need to be here”

The tone of that answer seemed defeated, but final. You found yourself sad, thinking only your fingers would have to do for tonight. You’d have to save up all your passion for later, but this would result in you feeling a little more repressed than you would deem comfortable. 

“But that doesn’t mean I need to leave you empty”- Kicho added with dark titillation.

Your heart jumped with intrigue, listening to his next words closely. 

“You wanna know what I like most about the future?” Kicho continued “Or your present day?”

You smiled shyly “What is it?”

“That I can be anywhere and nowhere at the same time”

“Hm?”- You muttered, confused as to what he meant. 

He chuckled.

“You’re home, right?”

“Huh?” You asked before fully understanding the question “Oh...yes”

“Good” Kicho grinned “Because now that we’re both like this…”

“Get a toy” He commanded “Any toy you like. Preferably the purple one, the one that feels like me”

Your eyes lit up and you understood exactly what he meant. You ran over to your shared room to the compartment where you stored your sex toys. The future had provided you with a lot of options regarding a sex life, and Kicho for one was very accepting and enthusiastic about these new, modern innovations. Among the toys, you found the right one, then decided to lay on the bed you both shared. 

“Do you have it?”- He asked. 

“Yes”- You answered, palming the head of the purple dildo. 

“Good. Now….”

His heavy breathing finally became audible at his end of the line. 

“How wet are you, doll? Have you been fingering yourself the whole time we were on call? ”

“U-Uh…”- You hesitated, but proceeded to confess “...Y...Yes...”

He breathed in again, noticing he sounded more turned on than he was before. 

“Then let me hear how wet you are”- Kicho replied without skipping a beat. 

You placed your phone speaker directly in front of your core, sliding your fingers in and around yourself. 

“You’re dripping” Kicho spoke with an air of allure “I just wish I could put my mouth to your cunt and taste you”

Your core reacted to his words, once again closing in around nothing as he kept saying all these sweet and sinful things. 

“But since I’m not there, my voice will have to do…so now…”

He paused briefly, as it to collect his next words. 

“Slide the toy inside you, doll. But slowly. As if I were there…”- He said in an almost whispered tone, his voice turning deeper. You closed your eyes shut, wanting to not think about how attractive his naked body would look like in front of you now. 

“I wish you were…”- You mindlessly muttered out, your hands lowering the dildo to your core. 

He chuckled. 

“I know, angel. I know. I wish it too”- He replied, consolingly. 

“But if I can’t have you tightening around me, the second best thing I can do is let me hear you cry out for me. I want it so bad, babygirl”

You slightly perked at this newfound nickname for yourself, wondering where he’d learn present day pet names. 

You finally aligned the toy with your entrance, even imitating the way Kicho would tease you with his length. So slowly, and your core was so greedy. You’d almost want to fuck yourself hard and quick to release the pressure from your innermost parts, but you knew that drawing it out would be a more rewarding experience.

“It’s not in yet, is it?” He asked, almost rhetorically “Don’t be shy. Thrust it in”

You were hesitant, thinking his voice alone could make you succumb to absolute bliss.

Soon enough, you complied, letting his toy fill you inch by aching inch, eyes sealing shut pretending that this was him who was inside of you. 

You put your phone on speaker mode and placed it on the bed next to your head, in no mood to hold it after you were going to take your right fingers and exalt the pleasure the toy and Kicho were giving you. Rubbing your clit, you thrusted the toy at a medium pace. You began establishing a pace, creeping into a melody of dark hedonism.

“Ah…..K…” You struggled to form a coherent sentence “Kicho….”

“How does it feel? Be a good girl and tell me how it feels”

“So….so good” You breathed out “I’m so….so good and full for you…”

The last words of your last sentence came out in a whisper, an exhale from your built up pressure, about to increase as per his orders. 

“I like to hear that” He muttered “Keep going. Don’t stop just yet”

You kept it at that pace like Kicho ordered, knowing he’d want you to get used to feeling every inch of himself into you. Soon, he would grace you with a faster pace, but not before you established a rhythm he designated appropriate and guaranteed to leave you in shambles. 

Your body was aching for him, and Kicho could hear it, hearing your wanton moans through the phone had his own length feeling constricted in his briefs. He was too prideful to respond to his own bodily desires, but hearing you all hot and needy for him was enough satisfaction for him right now. 

You kept fucking yourself with the toy and rubbing your clit at the same time, Kicho ocassionally giving out a sliver of praise directed at you, telling how you were taking him so well, how you were his good girl and how when he’s back home with you, he’d fuck you until you struggled to walk properly. The praise and your pace increased until you sensed your sex clenching around the toy rhythmically, knowing your body was finally succumbing to Kicho’s will on its own. 

“Aah--!” You yelped out in sensitivity “G…..God…K-Kicho…”

He took full credit for the way you were screaming out for him, a dark smile protruding from his lips.

“You’re close. Aren’t you, doll? Do you think the neighbors can hear you?” Kicho began taunting you “Do you think they know that you’re fucking yourself to your boyfriend’s voice?”

His words went straight to your sex, as if it was the final puzzle piece for you to come undone right then and there. You clenched violently against the toy, unintentionally stopping as you came in spurts and let out a drawn out, piercing moan. Your pace slowed down to a halt after that point. 

“K…K-Kicho…”- You muttered his name out to make a request, drunk in pleasure.

“Yes, doll?”- He replied, seeming like he was recuperating his breath as well. 

“I…want to taste you…”- You revealed this dirty desire. 

“Then do it, princess”

You grabbed the slick-covered dildo and took it to your mouth, tasting yourself on the toy and pretending it was Kicho’s own member. You let it hit the back of your throat and made yourself gag, knowing Kicho liked it when you did that. 

The sounds of your mouth against the toy were lecherous. Kicho’s own length now being evidently hard and the physical desire for you coursing through his veins. 

You let the toy out your mouth with a pop to tease Kicho, being ultimately done with this satisfactory session. You hoped Kicho had been just as turned on as you were, and wished that this would get him to come home for a second round. Still, though, Kicho regained a seemingly relaxed demeanor, only showing his true passion in the words that he spoke. 

“You were amazing, princess. I can’t wait to feel you for myself when I get home later tonight”

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Mitsunari wasn’t the type of warlord to be overly expressive with his feelings. He always had a gentle, just generally polite aura about him. 

With you, however…

You aroused certain feelings inside Mitsunari. Feelings he felt a little ashamed by, not knowing if you saw him in that same light. He felt a sexual attraction towards you, finding you not only a great friend, but also the woman of his fantasies.

He imagined how pretty your eyes would look like in the soft, gleaming moonlight, preferably one illuminating in his quarters, where only you and him laid. 

He was happy every time he saw your smile, then imagined if it would look as lovely if he saw it the second before and after you kissed, maybe your lips would even contort into different shapes in surprise as you took in the sight of his naked body…

Your skin….the last thing Mitsunari fawned over. The chaste touch of fingertips everytime you handed something over to him…the accidental bumps in the hallways from either of you…the glance of your chapped palms after a long day of working…how he wished to kiss them, look at you with loving eyes and tell you that you were such a hardworking princess. 

He just didn’t express himself to you. Not like this. Despite his affection towards you, Mitsunari was not really the jealous type. Though he knew everyone in the castle held you in fond regard, he felt not a tinge of jealousy as he knew that the Azuchi Chatelaine was not like a bird kept in a cage, but rather another individual who served the Oda forces, not indifferent to himself, the rest of the warlords in Azuchi, even the chambermaids. 

Even in times when Nobunaga proclaimed you as his lucky charm, and looked at you how many women could only dream of being looked at by him, Mitsunari couldn’t sense anything that would indicate that you saw Nobunaga as anything more than than your Lord and the person you had saved that day in Honno-ji. You had been very crystal clear about your intentions, and it was this honesty that gained the trust and friendship of the Oda forces. 

The only jealousy he had was probably towards your labors, really. Though he was content with his status as warlord and all the tasks that ensued, Mitsunari envied the free time you had to go about town, hang out with the warlords and still manage to go on with your job as a seamstress. She also gets medicinal lessons from Lord Ieyasu!—He added to the thought. Another enviable endeavor. 

In times where he succumbed to his weaknesses, he would go to his quarters where he was alone so he could take his hand to his cock and stroke it, pretending it was you, thinking that you would know exactly what it took to please him. He would let out wanton moans as he came undone, a dark part of him fantasizing you would perhaps lick up his cum in an animalistic frenzy. 

He felt a bit shameful of this, but thought if it didn’t harm you directly, it was alright. This was just his fantasy. 

He didn't know that you felt similar too. 

You were very fond of Mitsunari. Sometimes, the warlords would even joke around saying how it was so obvious you were interested in him, but Mitsunari dismissed it, too naive to see that their attraction for each other was mutual. 

But maybe in the back of his mind, he already knew. But he was too shy to make the first move. 

Good thing was that he didn't need to. 

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You and Mitsunari had agreed to share a meal during dinnertime, not going out to town but deciding to eat at Azuchi instead. 

You organized this and Masamune appointed himself to cook the meal, his single eye twinkling with delight as soon as you revealed your plans to him. He had become your closest confidant in the castle aside from Mitsunari, and he was more than willing to help his two friends enjoy a nice meal. 

Per Mitsunari’s request, this dinner was organized in his quarters, not wanting to bother any other warlord in a common area. This was a mutual plan and one that seemed to go swimmingly.

You even found yourself dressing up for the occasion, wearing a orange-colored kimono and placing a red camellia flower to decorate your hair. 

When you finished getting ready, you looked in the mirror and smiled.

You left your room and headed towards Mitsunari’s quarters, your quiet excitement overtaking you and hoping to see him earlier. 

You in fact did, when he accidentally bumped into you as his eyes were glued in a scaled, yellow-papered map that he held in his hands. He seemed to be caught in the middle of assessing some plans, and it was curious that he was doing so while walking rather than sitting down. 

“Oh, I apologize,” Mitsunari spoke, not knowing who he’d stumble upon “I wasn’t looki —”

Mitsunari’s violet eyes finally laid upon you, suddenly taking in the beauty he was seeing. He kept his manners as he would’ve done with any person he could’ve bumped to, but was suddenly in awe of your presence. 

“Wow…Lady ____…”- Mitsunari said in surprise. 

“You…you look beautiful…”- He continued. 

You smiled shyly and thanked him. 

Once again, your smile bewitched him, before his mind went back to his duties. 

“I…I am sorry for bumping into you, Lady _____. I got too focused and ran late on my assignments, I need to report these findings to Lord Nobunaga immediately”

He walked past you with determination, before realizing the polite thing for him to do was to tell you to wait at his quarters for dinner, finding new confidence in recognizing social cues. 

“Oh, I’m forgetting!” He declared “You can go to my quarters and wait there. I promise I’ll be with you soon”

You grinned at his proposal and agreed, faring him a short goodbye before heading towards the wing of the castle where Mitsunari’s area was. 

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You waited patiently in Mitsunari’s quarters, and it wasn’t long until Masamune came in with the food and to keep you company. 

Accompanied by two of his vessels, they wheeled in two carts that had fancy, covered food trays, the likes of which you hadn’t seen since perhaps your present times. Masamune said it was to keep the warmth and preservation of the food, seeing as Mitsunari hadn’t made it back yet. 

Thankfully, you wouldn’t have to wait much more as Masamune’s single azure eye moved to the side to indicate that Mitsunari was arriving. Though his walk was relatively calm, something in his eyes said that he had rushed to freshen up after delivering the document to Nobunaga, changing up his attire just a little to match your equally elegant outfit. 

“There you are, lad!” Masamune beamed “We’ve been waiting for you!”

Mitsunari looked at Masamune sheepishly, before sitting down with you. 

“I apologize for being a bit late! I underestimated how much time I had missed”

“Well, that’s okay!” Masamune replied “You’re here now”

Mitsunari turned to look at you and gave you the warmest, but most self-assured smile he had ever given you. You were pleasantly pleased at this and smiled back. 

“Alright, lass! Mitsunari…”- Masamune spoke, his hand on one of the food tray covers. 

“Here’s the meal!”

He took off the cover to reveal he had prepared a large portion of soup, a bowl of pickled fish, another large bowl of rice, and a smaller bowl that contained side vegetables. 

To preserve the excitement of the reveal, Masamune uncovered the second, much smaller tray in the other cart, which contained dessert; red bean mochi, tea and tea biscuits. 

Your eyes widened in excitement and disbelief, seeing all the food looked so delicious. 

“Masamune!” You exclaimed “You made all this?”

Masamune smirked and crossed his arms, looking like he was proud that you reacted this way. 

“I made most of it”- He replied, with an uncharacteristically humble tone. 

“It looks delicious”- Mitsunari added. 

“Ah, it’s no big deal…” Masamune spoke matter-of-factly “I got my men to help me out with the details, a little bit of elbow grease to make sure it tastes just right”

Mitsunari’s eyes drooped. 

“Does this have…elbow grease…?”- He asked cautiously. 

You and Masamune got silent realizing Mitsunari was serious, before both of you chuckled at his response. 

“No, lad. That just means extra work” Masamune playfully poked his shoulder with his own elbow “I was just fooling around”

Masamune was not one who explained himself, but it looked like he was patient enough to explain the joke to Mitsunari due to the occasion; an intimate dinner between two of his close friends. 

“Anyways, both of you…” Masamune began to excuse himself  “Enjoy your meal! And whatever happens after…”

Masamune winked in your general direction. You immediately blushed in embarrassment as you realized what Masamune meant. Mitsunari saw him wink too, but thought Masamune got something caught in his eye and failed to finish his sentence before leaving.

Aside from this, you both soon got to eating and began to dig into the delicious food Masamune and his vassals had prepared for you. 

Mitsunari began the favors by pouring a bowl of soup for you before he had a chance to do so for himself. He then proceeded to assemble you another bowl of pickled fish, rice, and side vegetables. He was behaving more gentlemanly than usual, which stirred up nice feelings inside of you.

Both of you seemed to prefer to eat the fish, rice and veggies first and left the soup for last, seeing as the previous dishes looked so delectable you just couldn’t help yourself. Thankfully, your hunger and moods had settled down by the time you were in the middle of eating soup, and suddenly, as if the atmosphere had changed, you began to feel more bold. 

You noticed Mitsunari had gained a new found sense of confidence around you. He was no longer meekly polite when he addressed you, he was more considerate of your opinions. He had accepted your invitation and even let himself plan for this dinner. This was an aspect that you found incredibly attractive coming from him, and made you comfortable enough to open your heart up to new experiences.

You thought about how Mitsunari looked so alluring tonight. His eyes had taken on a glossier look, his clothes seemed more kempt and even his hair had a certain swoop that had you viewing him like he was a model from a magazine; one who was incredibly attractive, one who you wanted to see more from….

It was desire, in its most enchanting form. 

Deciding to act upon these feelings, you looked at Mitsunari seductively, your attraction towards him on full display. Your eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, staring at him with want and intent. 

“Mitsunari…” You spoke slowly “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me lately…”

He turned to look at you, confused by your statement. His eyes narrowed, taking your comment to heart. For the next few seconds before your reply, he wondered if he had perhaps misplaced his reading glasses when you visited him in the past few days, which caused him to look at you strangely. He often struggled to adjust his eyes to the sight of people and not books when he was reading, and perhaps this was an instance. But he couldn't directly recall if he hadn't worn his glasses around you or not. 

“Do you…” You continued the question “Do you like me?”

Mitsunari’s mouth opened to an oval shape as an instinct, again confused as to what you meant by that. In a matter of a few microseconds though, he determined that this was an innocent question. 

“Of course, I like you, Lady _____” Mitsunari smiled “I enjoy your company, that’s why I’m here with you”

Mitsunari smiled at you once more, before turning his gaze back into his meal and continuing to scarf it down as though it was a singular question that you were going to ask him. You gave a polite smile before it faded, letting out an almost inaudible scoff in disapproval, knowing he really hadn’t understood the question. 

“Let me rephrase it a little bit better…”

Mitsunari caught on to your serious tone. He stopped eating his soup and looked at you. 

“Do you find me attractive?” You asked, your eyes looking down before looking at him “Do you… want …me?”

Mitsunari paused. Is this really happening?

He put his bowl down. His mouth went dry, all the blood circling in his body went straight to his groin area, embarrassingly giving him his answer for him. All that Mitsunari hoped for is that you wouldn’t reject his feelings. 

“Y..Yes, Lady ______.  You’re very attractive…”- Mitsunari swallowed nervously, as though you forced the confession out of him. 

His nervous eyes glanced at you carefully. 

“But, want…you..? I…”

Mitsunari's tone was less confused about your question than it was him being at a loss for words, his eyes darting from you to the corner to the room, to the tea snacks to your waist. You had never seen Mitsunari so speechless before. If he had something on his mind, he'd normally say it. But now, he looked like a schoolboy that didn’t know how to talk to his crush. 

A light shade of pink invaded his cheeks. He pronounced your name breathily, like he was unable to breathe. His eyes were vulnerable, pleading to take you, to kiss you. You recognized it instantly. 

“It’s alright” You whispered, moving over to him “I want you too”

You left your side of the table and got close enough to take your hand to his cheek, lightly caressing it. He froze, his heart was beating a million miles per hour. Was this really happening? What was this feeling burning inside him?

He couldn’t put a name on it, but he didn’t need to. No longer than he thought about this, you leaned forward to give you a long and passionate kiss. His restrained lips told stories, they began tugging at you desperately, eager to taste every corner of your mouth. You obliged. 

After some seconds had passed, you broke off the kiss, smiling, then noticed Mitsunari’s eyes opening slowly, as they began caving in bliss.

You kissed each other a few more times, your hands running through his nicely combed hair. Mitsunari didn’t seem to be bothered by this, finding pleasure in you touching him with so much need. His hands were on your waist, holding you in place and almost as a sign that he didn’t want to stop kissing you. 

You broke off the kiss again, his hands instinctively leaving your waist as you looked at him curiously. Mitsunari wondered what else was on your mind. But it was of no use. You began kissing each other hungrily once again, this time, both of you more needy than before with your hands all over each other. He brushed your waist, your lower back, then slightly above your ass…

These clothes were suddenly too constricting. 

Your hand went from cupping his face to meeting his torso, where they stayed for a few minutes all anxious and riled up, wanting to get him out of these clothes in order to repay him the favor and get to feel his skin.

You broke the kiss off once again and looked at him dreamily. You hummed. He looked at you in awe, wondering what was your next step. 

It would be better than anything he could ever dream of. 

Having removed most of his grasp from you, you asked for permission to take off his clothing. He allowed you. When you finally saw him bare, you traced his shoulder blades with your finger, feeling him heat up. Then you traced his muscular chest, teasing around his nipples, an area he was very sensitive in, then to his abs, circling around each of them, letting him focus only on those parts of his body where you touched him. 

Normally, he wasn’t big on physical contact in general. But you caressing him…so smoothly and almost slowly…all he could think about right now was your calmness. Both parties benefited from it. He got to be touched wordlessly, and you could admire and feel his body as is, feeling no need to exchange words. It felt peaceful, almost natural. 

All was relaxing until your hand softly teased against his clothed crotch, his body bucked at the sensitivity, him getting a bit harder from the sensation already. He grinded his teeth in order to hide his involuntary gasp, allowing you to keep teasing him like this, the only woman he’d allow to do so.

You recognized his sensitivity and pressed your fingers against his length, he grew harder in your palm. His breath hitched as a reaction, your eyes turning to look at his as they became deep seas of purple. He turned to look at you lustfully, allowing you to stay in control. He was so hard that you had to see what he was hiding. You slowly removed his undergarments and finally met his manhood. 

It was well-endowed and had a nice curve to it. You stroked him once to see how he would react, his breath hitched, as you thought you could see a pearl of pre-cum forming near the tip.

You felt yourself get in the zone now, and he was under your spell. You raised yourself and pressed a kiss to his neck, his fingers dug into your arm, signifying his restrained arousal. 

“Mitsunari...” You breathed out, looking into his lust-darkened eyes “Allow me to taste you”

You ducked your head down slowly before you met his cock again, taking your hand to the base of his cock. You looked back at Mitsunari to ask for permission to proceed. Holding back his breath with wanting eyes, he nodded. You took your mouth to him and began.

When your lips first touched him, he thrusted his length towards you, having a sensitive reaction. You smiled at his sensitivity and took him in slowly, starting with long licks and bobbing your head up and down his length.

By the time you had established a good pace, Mitsunari gently held your head at the sides. His touch was encouraging, and soon enough, you were bold enough to pick up the pace, leaving Mitsunari in near shambles. 

You pulled away from his cock vigorously, before looking at him and licking up his frenulum. He shuddered from how good it felt, throwing his head back in pleasure and letting out a gasp. His voice sounded so desirable now. You wanted to hear more sounds coming from him. Your pace became faster, your tongue stimulating him further, Mitsunari’s gentle grasp suddenly shuddered between force and reaction. It felt so nice to be encouraged like this. 

However, something inside your brain wanted to make him frazzled, drunk with pleasure, lost to his highest senses. You thought it’s what he deserved for being Azuchi’s nicest warlord, euphoria behind the valleys of lust.

Mitsunari’s length began to twitch inside your mouth, him becoming increasingly more vocal. He was close, you knew this. But just before he could reach his high, you pulled away, leaving him with pleasure left incomplete. 

Despite this, he looked at you with desire, then carefulness, glaring at you like you were a deity hidden in the starlight, being gifted with all this pleasure. He wondered what was on your mind given your determined gaze. 

“Mitsunari…” You breathed out “I want to feel you”

He instantly knew what this meant, as he had fantasized about this many times. He inhaled deeply as a reaction, excited by the thought of having himself inside you. You approached him and gave him a sweet kiss before pulling back, finally uncovering yourself and revealing your naked body to him. 

Mitsunari became what he thought was impossibly more hard. Your hands went to his thighs, caressing them very gently, driving Mitsunari insane and wanting you to fuck him out until both of you were left exhausted. 

You got closer to him and aligned his cock with your entrance, thrusting your hips forward, teasing it. He had his hands placed by your hips, before you grabbed them and pinned them above his head against the wall with your strong left arm. 

You hungrily nipped at his neck with your teeth, feeling his erection twitch against you. Oh, he was loving this . 

Your lips left his neck and went back to kiss his lips, placing little remnants of butterfly kisses as you did so. This was an innocent, sweet gesture compared to what was going on in your lower regions, where Mitsunari was so eager that he had finally managed to thrust himself up to you.

You were more sensitive than you anticipated, breaking the kiss as you felt your walls react and your eyes sealed shut. Mitsunari smiled. Soon enough, he began thrusting into you the best he could, and you helped pick up the pace, allowing yourself to feel every inch of him.

It was then when you were both finally losing yourself to pleasure and having your bodies react with each other in sync, feeling each other with need. Mitsunari’s face became a mask of pleasure, his lips parted and eyes aglow. This had you reacting to him though kisses, small slivers of praise and grunts that would be exalted by his thrusts. 

“Ah..._____...you feel so good…”- Mitsunari breathed in, his hands on your waist once more. 

He called you by your name, foregoing any formal titles. You smiled. Had he thought about this before?

“You feel even better…”- You completed the thought. 

It was like a gentle competition of praise, Mitsunari had never felt so cherished as he did right now, with you. 

Despite his praise, Mitsunari was fairly quiet during the whole ordeal. The few moans and groans he did give out were few and far between, though they were very sweet and rewarding. This was soon to be contrasted as you began to pick up the pace, your wetness coating Mitsunari’s member. He sucked in a silent breath and closed his eyes, trying his best to center all his senses in how good this was feeling for him. As you came back to kiss his neck, you felt the vibration of his vocal cords, he sounded louder too. 

The way you wrapped around him was…he had no words to describe it. It was like his mind was going blank from being so drunk with pleasure, he was losing himself to the feeling, and he was grateful it was towards you. 

“Ah…._____…I…I…it feels…good…”- He moaned out. 

“Mmmmm” You purred “It does?”

“Y-Yes…”- He replied, trying his best to speak cohesively. 

“Mmm…how about I make it better?”

You purposely clenched your walls against him, making the pace faster for him as you rode him. He let out a half-broken moan as you had done this, his hands grabbing at your waist tight as a reaction.

“Ah….oh….oh my…”- He grunted. 

Mitsunari turned to look at your eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful”- He praised you. 

And it was like he had poured all the emotion he had into the phrase. It was so pure and sweet that you felt it. Your innermost core felt it too, this phrase made you reach your climax as you rode his cock mercilessly. You let out a restrained shriek, surprised at your own reaction. You breathed heavily. His cock twitched inside you, coming just a few seconds short from you and shooting his load up your walls. 

You were both now breathing heavily, catching your breath before turning to look at each other with so much love and disbelief. I can’t believe we just did that. Both of you were pleasantly surprised that this is where it led you to. Where all this longing and lust for each other led you to actually having dinner together then doing the deed. How lucky you had become.

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Hideyoshi’s eyes fixed on the paper in front of him. He was focusing on filing some documents for Nobunaga. He was doing this on behalf of Mitsunari, seeing as he had gotten sick from eating Masamune’s stew that had carrots in it. Ieyasu rolled his eyes when he discovered Mitsunari was sick, insisting that his illness was nothing short of psychosomatic. Mitsunari still looked and acted sick regardless. 

Hideyoshi offered to cover for Mitsunari, seeing as the workload seemed diminished due to the fact that there had been no activity around the castle. When Lord Nobunaga asked him if he was sure, Hideyoshi insisted he could take it. The Devil King shrugged and accepted Hideyoshi’s proposal. 

Unfortunately, Hideyoshi had underestimated the amount of work Mitsunari was under; assessing battle tactics, cataloging previous battle plans, proofreading paper after paper, scheme after scheme…

It began to make sense why Mitsunari wouldn’t leave his room for days on end. He began to take pity on him; scrolling through many walls of text and trying his best to skim through the plans, looking for any sign of imperfection. This was a simple but tedious task. 

And it seemed that Hideyoshi’s misfortunes would not end there. As he was in the middle of his readings, he heard a sound coming from the sliding door. A thump coming from outside the room. The sliding door finally opened, revealing the sound to be coming from you. 

It seemed like something had propelled you forward, making you lose your balance and trip. You seemed unable to stand still. Hideyoshi raised his eyebrows in concern. 

He called out your name in surprise “What are you…”

He looked at your drooped eyes and the begotten expression on your face. Quickly, he became worried. 

“Hey! Are you okay?”- He asked, with more urgency this time. 

Hideyoshi left his papers and went to tend to you, perplexed by your state. In his mind, he was calming himself down with the fact that nothing seemed visually out of place with you. As far as he could tell, you had no visible injuries and were physically sound.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine….”- You replied, your voice sounding a bit groggy. 

You tried getting up, before you fell once again, losing your balance and immediately falling into Hideyoshi’s strong arms. He fell back to the wooden floor as a reaction, holding you with him as careful as he could manage in this situation. 

“No, you’re not!” Hideyoshi cried “You slumped on over to the door and—”

He was interrupted by the sight of the sudden, obvious undoing of your kimono as you pulled your body back from him, the gap between your breasts showing. You confirmed that this was a purposeful action you had made by the look of your bedroom eyes, looking at him like you wanted to fuck him right then and there. You were somewhat tired and dizzy from today’s ordeals, but exaggerated it to really get his attention. 

“Oh….”- He breathed out, finally catching on. 

“Are…are you sure you’re feeling alright?”- He started to play along, his pupils dilating. 

You smiled, satisfied that your plan was working. 

“A little bit.” You hummed “I could be better...if you kissed me…”

He paused and moved forward just an inch, the blushing of his cheeks being apparent. 

“Kissing, huh?”

He looked at you with warmth, eyes darting back to his desk before returning to you, deciding to let this be his break between his tasks. 

“Well, I'm sure I can help you with that…”- He continued. 

He leaned in, his eyes half-lidded, then he pressed his plush lips against yours. They captured your lips in what at the beginning was a chaste kiss, soon becoming much more brash and passionate. This kiss became a duet between the two of you, neither of you wanting to stop. Hideyoshi was the one who had the upper-hand, though, expertly knowing all the corners of your mouth and holding your body in a way that he knew would make you melt. A few minutes later, he broke off the kiss. 

“Have I kissed you better?”- Hideyoshi hummed, staring at you lovingly. 

You pouted your lips and pretended to think about it.

“I dont think it's enough”- You replied, teasingly. 

“Oh?” He replied, his eyes widening “Then will you guide me as to how to make you feel better?”

You smiled.  “Maybe I will”

And that statement was all it took for you to jump into his arms and kiss him once more. Your lips tangled into a playful symphony, you bit his lower lip, staring at him, then smiled as you let it go and kissed him softly once more, holding his face between your hands. He was loving this. He held your waist in place, feeling around it. You gasped into the kiss when he brushed his fingers on your lower back. His hands stayed there for a bit, not wanting to leave, though Hideyoshi broke off the kiss again to ask another question. 

“Better?”- Hideyoshi teased. 

You looked at him with a playful smile on your face. 

“Nope”- You giggled, placing another kiss on his lips. 

You both readjusted your bodies and stood up, your lips not leaving each others. Once up, you absentmindedly laced your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer as he began to walk back slowly. You followed him. After a few footfalls, you felt a soft cushion beneath your feet. Hideyoshi began to sit down, and you followed him as well. Just a few moments after you sat and kissed, Hideyoshi gripped your waist and kept you in place, breaking off the kiss. You opened your eyes to see his golden ones and found them looking at you with determination and the utmost pleasure. You were too enchanted to produce any coherent sentences. 

“Hideyoshi…”- You spoke, in awe. 

He had adopted a new air of confidence, it seemed. Of an experienced and willing lover. He turned his gaze to your hair, where he began stroking it fondly. He gave out a smile that didn’t reach his cheeks. 

“You’re just so pretty, Y/N.” He called out your name “I just want to fill you up”

Your mouth gaped at the idea, letting out a quiet gasp. Your reaction was unexpected. Hideyoshi’s body was unmoving, but his eyes began to plead with yours so as to not frighten you. He hoped his sudden revelation wouldn’t upset you. Thankfully, it did not. 

“Then what's stopping you?”- You teased him, your voice rich with lust. 

His eyes reacquired the same brand of lust that they had previously, sensing that both of you desired the same thing. Suddenly, his golden eyes seemed to have become electric, sparking with desire and a newfound sense of purpose. 

He gave you a passionate kiss as a sign of what was to come, his strong arms holding you and slightly lifting you up. You held his face between your hands, cupping it. He began to lean backwards until his back was fully parallel to the ground, you laid on top of him, your hips adjusting as you kissed him. 

The fabric of your loosely-tied kimono began to reveal your breasts as they hung, Hideyoshi sensed the fabric weighing against his chest, looking down to see the sight of your bare breasts and letting out a huff of desire. 

This was accompanied by a bulge in his groin area, one that you felt flinch at the bottom of your stomach. Your eyes turned to look at him, pupils dilated as you stared down at him in a seductive manner, enveloping him in another kiss. 

His bulge flinched once more when your lips touched, Hideyoshi exploring your mouth with a desperate need to feel you, his hand caressing your waist. 

“I need…” Hideyoshi spoke lecherously “...to fucking feel you”

You were surprised at Hideyoshi’s use of brash language, but more so when he suddenly switched positions so he was behind you.

About to ask what he was going to do, he pressed his erection against your aching core and gave you the answer. You let out a soft gasp as a response, realizing that your core had been so devoid of contact that this friction felt needed and delicious. You moved your hips against his erection, Hideyoshi reacted. 

“Looks like you need to feel me too” He smiled “I can help with that”

You turned back to look at him, seeing him smile as he leaned forward to give you another kiss on the lips. He began to take his large hands to your shoulders and start to slide your kimono away. 

“May I?”- He asked, his eyes wide and gentle.

You responded affirmatively and let him take it off of you, feeling the coolness of the room hit your skin. 

You felt his palm grab your ass appreciatively, before he slapped it. You winced forward and sealed your eyes shut, loving the way it felt.

Hideyoshi pulled his hand away briefly before beginning, staring at your backside like he was the luckiest man alive. He took a hand to his cock and held it, centering it towards your thirsty hole. The initial stretch felt so good, unspoken moans rumbled in your throat as you bit your lip. He gave his first thrust into you, making sure you could feel every inch of his thick cock. 

Hideyoshi let out a sigh of relief, easing his cock into you with each of his thrusts. You rocked back and forth while biting your lip, containing your moans in an attempt to be quiet. 

Your slick coated his member more and more with each thrust, allowing for easier motion and a pleasurable feeling in your core. Hideyoshi then made the addition of rubbing your clit as he fucked you. You let out a puff of air from your lips, in disbelief of how it was possible for him to make you feel any better. You decided this wasn't the time to hold back any longer.

Your pants turned into wanton moans. Exacerbating each time he thrusted himself in, each time growing a bit louder. 

“Ah, my love…” Hideyoshi said “Do you like it?”

You shook your head affirmatively as a response, not being able to form words from how good you were feeling. 

“I need to hear you, sweetheart….”- Hideyoshi pleaded, pressing a kiss on top of your head. 

This made you want to melt into him even more. You regained your courage. 

“Yes, Hideyoshi” You responded “I….mmh….I love it”

“That's good”- He replied with a smile, giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

You felt him place his hand near your ass again, feeling it move forward and backwards against you, caught in a hypnotic rhythm that was soon to be broken. 

He started fucking you faster, harder; his hands motions as well. Where once he was stable and rhythmic, he decided it was finally time to pick up the pace. The suddenness of it left you a bit breathless for a few seconds, but then you finally came to succumb to the effects of being fucked in this way. 

Your skin slapped quickly against his. His sweat dripped down from his temples as his honey-colored eyes stared at the back of your head as though in a trance. This is the break from work he didn’t know he needed, and his body was thankful that he heeded your request. You, on the other hand, were getting way more than you bargained for.

Not expecting Hideyoshi to have all this stamina at his time of work, your body was unprepared to receive such a lascivious treatment. This was not a complaint, however. This delicious new pace was making you see stars, your eyes rolling backwards as all the tightness between your legs seemed to become ever so tighter each time he thrust himself inside you. Your throat was turning dry from so much guttural moaning.

“It’s so…good…” You turned back to look at Hideyoshi, looking at him in sheer bliss and disbelief “Don’t stop…”

Hideyoshi said nothing but flashed you a cocky smile. This was an uncommon sight from him, but it looked sexy, almost as though he had found confidence within himself when you uttered those words.

Just a few seconds later after you turned back, you could feel your walls clenching rhythmically. The friction he gave you was unbearable. Your clit was on fire. Your throat rumbled with moans unheard. You just now realized that you had been moaning ferociously the entire time. And as a result, you were close. 

But Hideyoshi wasn’t too far behind. 

He grabbed at your hair and pulled on it. This was the first time he’d ever done something like that, and you found previously unknown pleasure in the feeling. 

“Shit, Y/N ” He cursed, his volume low “I…think I’m gonna cum…”

His pace was beginning to get slower to adjust to the sensitivity he felt on his cock. But you began fucking yourself back against him to keep it up, Hideyoshi groaned pleasurably as he was overwhelmed with how good it felt.

A few seconds after, you felt his seed fill your insides, just as how he had said he wanted to do. You adored the feeling of it, feeling ecstatic once you too came briefly after him, finalizing this satisfying session.

Almost instantly, you both collapsed into the futon face first. Laughing as you both widened your eyes and realized that you had done those actions in sync. Hideyoshi brought his arms over your body to bring you closer. He looked at you with a gaze full of happiness and warmth, but this tone retained a bit of playfulness.

“Now do you feel better?”- He smiled, caressing your chin with his right hand. 

You smiled softly and agreed, giving him a kiss on the lips before your bodies adjusted. You snuggled your head into his chest, taking in his scent and lulling you to a relaxed state.

Hideyoshi petted your free shoulder and arms with his fingers in an unsteady motion. Where you thought of relaxing, his mind was thinking of attending to his duties. This was evident when he slowly rose to sit up. 

“My love” Hideyoshi looked back at you “I have to get back to work”

You frowned in disappointment, your eyebrows arching. You also sat up and laced your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. You peppered little kisses on his left cheek. 

“Do you really have to, though?”- You asked. 

You continued pressing kisses on his cheek. Hideyoshi considered his next actions. 

“Maybe…”- He answered, looking at you with those same hungry eyes. 

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Today was a long day for Ieyasu.

Between the unexpected numerous war councils spread throughout the day, the medicinal lessons Nobunaga had made all the warlords in Azuchi take with Ieyasu, Wasabi being short-tempered with him during feeding time and Mitsunari constantly asking what Ieyasu thought were pointless questions during the lessons, he had reached his limit. 

Arriving at night, Ieyasu entered through the fusuma door in the common area of his quarters. His large green eyes had been forming bags underneath, and his way of walking was slouched. He was to see no one right now. No one . Being the introvert he was, he was exhausted from constantly having to deal with people at all times of the day today. No more, I just want some sleep. 

“Rough day, Ieyasu?”

Should he have been more tired, he would chalk up that voice to being part of his imagination. Teasing him with pleasure that right now would seem too good to be true. 

But that tone of your voice… that tone…was one that he could never fully replicate in his head. It was a tone unique to yourself. It was the tone that you spoke in when you wanted to seduce Ieyasu. He was the only one who was allowed to hear the airiness and candor of your bedroom voice. This was your bedroom voice.

Normally, Ieyasu was quite shy about asking you for sex. He was never too explicit with his desires or needs, sensing that you were probably tired with your duties as seamstress and chatelaine as well. 

Sometimes, seamstresses mixed work and pleasure. 

After a few moments, Ieyasu sensed that the voice he was hearing was real and not an illusion. He turned to look at the direction where your voice had come from, and he saw you at the opposite side of the room. You were standing there in a maroon robe, at the edge of the closed door. Your arm was raised at the top of it as you posed in a seductive manner. Despite the dim light, he could see small glimmers of it reflecting from your eyes, they appeared to be lidded with want and desire. 

He looked at you somewhat confused and called out your name, unable to discern what had you speaking at him in such a sultry manner. He wasn’t opposed to it, though.

You bat your eyes before moving over to the center of the room, where a decorated couch and a chair lay. Your movements were similar to those of a cat, hypnotizing Ieyasu and not once allowing him to take his eyes off of you. You had created an aura of intrigue around yourself tonight. 

“Hi, babe…” You greeted him nonchalantly “I want to show you something I’ve made…”

You uncovered your body bit by bit, showing him a green-colored lingerie set. 

Ieyasu had never seen anything quite like it. It appeared to be a lacy, strapped set of undergarments. A two-piece. He looked it over, how the emerald, barely-there fabric hugged your delicate body, how it matched his eyes. Every trace of your body seemed to be carefully adorned and complemented by the garment, exalting your features. Was this garment your idea? Did women from the future wear things like these to impress their lovers? —He thought to himself, his heart beating faster— because it’s working . 

“It seems like you’re so terribly tired and stressed…”

You finally approached him. He held a silent breath as you did so, looking at you like you were an enchantress who was to bring him a gift. 

“How about I help you relax?”

He led his hand to your soft hair to caress it. He turned his gaze downwards, thinking about your proposal.

“I’d….”

He looked back at you again, in a manner so fragile and delicate, it endeared you to no end.

“I’d like that”- He finally answered.

A glad smile grazed upon your lips. You pulled back, your fingers running through the edges of his attire, trying to get him out of it.

“Good” You cooed “Just sit back, relax…”

You pressed your body against him to adjust yourself and tease him, already sensing his lower half spark with interest, just as you had planned. 

“And let me do all the work, okay?”

Ieyasu agreed, his breath hitching before you pressed his lips into a hot, passionate kiss. His eyes widened at the impact, then closed, easing into your eager mouth and tugging at your hair. His solace was bound in tasting you. You tasted sweet, like cinnamon and sugar. 

You soon pulled away, having him in a spell. You got on your knees and palmed his erection, at the edge of teasing him should you have been more cruel. You pulled down his slacks and saw his manhood, beads of precum sprinkled throughout his tip. He likes kissing you that much?

You sighed at the sight, quickly taking a hand to his cock and starting to softly jerk him off. He twitched as you held him, trying his very best to not let his obvious sensitivity be known.

“What am I gonna do with you?”- You asked, in a sultry voice. 

You were eager to finally have him in your mouth and hopefully hear those sweet moans from him as a reward. 

Your lips opened up above him, feeling him slightly jerk at the first contact of your lips against his cock. You thought this was so cute. You continued to pleasure him with your mouth, licking his frenulum and using your hands to jerk him off. Ieyasu opened his mouth in an O-shape as he threw his head back. His hands instinctively went to rest on top of your head. You didn’t like this. 

“Babe” You remarked “Keep your hands to the sides. Otherwise you won’t get to cum”

Ieyasu was surprised at this request from you, but more so when his own member twitched at the mention of him not cumming. He was impressed with his own reaction. He…likes this?

You also took notice, your eyes instantly staring into him knowingly, aware of the power of your words.

“Hmmm…” You stared at him “I sensed that you like that ... .Did you?”

You gave a kitten lick to the tip of his cock down to his frenulum. A shuddered breath left his lips as his body physically reacted to the feeling of your tongue on him. 

“Y…Yes…”- Ieyasu answered, a bit embarrassed. 

You sensed this too.

“Aw, baby. Don’t be shy…”- You cooed, leaving his cock to coax him into a kiss. 

Ieyasu closed his eyes and leaned forward, hoping to finally give you a kiss. But as soon as you reached his face with your own, you pulled back, teasing him and depriving him of the expected kiss. When he noticed this, Ieyasu became confused, and was a bit flustered. 

“W…What?”

Ieyasu was so drunk in pleasure that it forewent any annoyance that he might’ve had; a kiss that wasn’t given, not being able to touch as you pleasured him. It really did seem like his little chatelaine was in charge now, and seeing how this entire day for Ieyasu was about making decisions, he was okay with her taking the reins for tonight. 

Especially when he was still so hard. 

Ieyasu looked at you dreamily, like he finally began to unwind and not question any action you did. He looked as though he would welcome any and all your fantasies tonight. When you leaned forward once more, his big eyes seemed to emit green glimmers of light, and he stared at you like you were a goddess. 

You decided to tease him once more by foregoing any kisses, smirking at him before taking your hand to his unattended cock. 

“Now, where were we?”

The glowing trail of your ravenous eyes descended as you leaned down and met his cock once more. Your lips began circling around the tip, and you began using your spit as lubricant to make a more pleasurable experience. Ieyasu made sure to obey and keep his hands at his side this time, though his abdomen arched upwards at the inability to display how much he enjoyed you sucking him off.  

At one point, you let his length hit the back of your throat, making you gag. You heard a chest-deep moan from Ieyasu as you did so, knowing how much he liked it when you did that. You had never seen Ieyasu so malleable before. He felt like he was putty in your hands each time you made him moan, never knowing him to be such an expressive partner; at least not until you forced it out of him. 

Ieyasu was beginning to get close, he could feel it. He could feel your fast hand against his aching cock and the occasional grace of your tongue rolling across his tip. Your mouth was so tight and wet for him, so tight. It was taking him to pleasure he didn’t know waited for him. And It felt good—so good, were the only words on his mind. And just about the time he realized that he might finally get to cum…

You pulled away.

All that built-up tension in his genitals disappeared in just a moment, where everything he had felt was nothing but a cessation of his euphoric state. And yet, what persisted was this strange feeling of…

“I don’t think you want to just cum in my mouth. How about something better?”- You finally spoke. 

You stared at him with desire. He was still riding high on the pleasure you gave him, but had the same cloud of confusion in his eyes. This was soon to be dispersed. 

“Since you’ve been so well-behaved tonight, how about I finally let you touch me?”

Ieyasu assented as he nodded his head forward, his pupils dilated into black spheres as he heard the last words.

Despite his excitement, his hands approached your body almost cautiously, like it was too good to be true that you let him run his hands through you. But you did. You appreciated his gentle hands, as they felt through the exposed parts of skin that the emerald lingerie didn’t cover. He ran his hand up your waist, feeling the embroidery of your work, then he went to your breasts, where he felt through the valley between them and gave your left breast a light squeeze, noticing your skin was softest there. He began to retain his hardness.

“Remember how I said that you’ll get something better?” You spoke again, beginning to take off your panties “How does this sound?”

You exposed your cunt to him. His mouth watered, looking at it like he could eat it right now. Unknowing if you would punish him with more orgasm denials, he decided to stay put for your next instructions. Such a good boy . 

You moved forward to sit on top of his lap facing him, twirling the edges of his blonde hair in your hand. Ieyasu blushed furiously as he stared at you, awaiting your next move. 

“Keep your hands to the sides again, okay?”- You ordered.

Ieyasu nodded affirmatively. You smiled. 

“You’re such a good boy, Ieyasu…” You purred “I think I might just give you a kiss”

His cock throbbed, it being a scant centimeters away from your cunt. He hadn’t even taken it into consideration, not when he awaited you to finally, just finally show him a little bit a sweetness amid all this torture. 

And you finally gave it to him, holding his chin just seconds before you placed a passionate, slow kiss on his lips. Ieyasu’s eyes fluttered shut, finally feeling your sweet lips for himself. You caressed his face dearly. Ieyasu kissed back with desire and so much love, your tongues exploring each other's mouths. 

Ieyasu suddenly huffed and felt himself flinch during the kiss, as a result of you beginning to grind your body forward and against him. Once again teasing Ieyasu with want, especially as he now realized your slit was dangerously close to his cock. He wanted to purge the thought from his mind just to stop himself from cumming right then and there. 

This thought left his mind once you distracted him with more sweet kisses and your touch, now onto his clothed shoulders, where you tugged at it as though to try to get them out, reminding him that he still lay in the clothes he had worn all day.

It had gotten so heated in the makeout session that Ieyasu was lost to pleasure once again, making it a mission to taste each corner of your mouth. You tugged at his hair, making Ieyasu let out shuddering moans each time you touched him. His body felt so good, he wanted to keep you in place like this, and so his hands found his way towards your waist. This lasted a few seconds until Ieyasu realized you had stopped kissing him. 

Fuck. 

“Oh, Ieyasu…disobeying me? Not a good look on you”- You sneered. 

Ieyasu seemed almost afraid that he had done so, but by the look in your eye, you had something good in store. 

“Since you’re so clearly impatient, I think all that’s left for me is to fuck you”

His cock rutted in the space between you and your ass. Foregoing any orders, he hugged your waist with his hands and looked at you with excited eyes. 

“Yes, yes, please, Y/N, I want you to-”

Though you loved the sound of him desperate for pleasure, you shut him up by pressing your index finger against his lips. 

“But since you’ve disobeyed me, I’m gonna fuck you facing away from you”

He shuddered in response, as you took no time to turn around and press your cunt against his lower abdomen, rubbing it down on him firmly. 

“F-Fuck…”- He groaned, sweat pooling in his forehead.

He clenched his fists until his knuckles were white. 

“I’m gonna fuck you just how I like it and you’re gonna enjoy it. You got that?”- You spoke firmly. 

“Y-Yes…...Mistress”- were the words that left Ieyasu’s lips. 

Mistress. Fuck, you’d never thought you’d hear the day where Ieyasu called you that out of his own accord. It felt… good. It felt powerful to be in charge of his pleasure, and knowing he was so caught up in it as well. He trusted you enough to let you do this, and you were happy to comply. 

With the words being spoken, you finally brought your cunt towards Ieyasu’s aching cock and sank down, down, so slowly . Ieyasu forbade his tongue from forming moans, although it was quite impossible, because although you started to tease him, he felt like he was being edged out for the better part of an hour. Now it felt too good to fuck up the chances and slam his cock into you. No, he could play nice if for the reward that you would give him. 

You moved your hips down in hypnotic motions, Ieyasu taking in the view to make up for the fact that he wouldn’t be able to kiss you or see your face as you both reached your high. Your ass was supple, jiggling each time it sank down on him. You felt the twitch of his cock several times during the slow pace, and decided to go faster. 

You tightened around Ieyasu involuntarily, both letting out moans as you twitched in sync with each other. You licked your lips, holding your head up as you focused on the tightness between your legs, his cock filling you deliciously. Your ass slammed against him, the weight of it causing an increasing tinge of pleasure in Ieyasu’s manhood.

You grabbed your tits as the tightness began increasing, only focusing on the pace and how good it felt. You started to fall prey into your own creeping pleasure. You threw yourself down on his cock, hitting your cervix as you let out a full-fledged moan from your throat, Ieyasu’s cock twitched violently in interest. 

Again, you thought. You were so close. You were also becoming more vocal. It seemed that all this pleasure was winning you over just as it had Ieyasu. You were contracting against him deliciously. What he had felt throughout the entire session, you were just now feeling as you fucked him. 

“You’re so good, Ieyasu. You’re so good to me”

You could feel him violently twitch inside you as a response, his eyelids shut in focus as he tried his best to really enjoy your warm and inviting cunt. The tightness shortly increased, as he opened his lips and let out a few moans. 

“F-fuck, baby…I’m…fuck…I’m cumming…”- He moaned.

And with that, you felt a rope of seed shoot upwards towards your cunt. You stopped briefly to feel him, then kept the pace until you came on his cock shortly after, feeling releasing all the tightness inside yourself. 

When you were done, you both breathed out loudly, exhausted from the ordeal. You turned back to see him. He saw you in a new light, as your once determined gaze was now a soft, loving expression. You looked at Ieyasu softly, before planting a kiss on his lips and lacing your arms around his neck. He laced his arms around your waist, as you laid down on the couch to rest.

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You stared out into the sky to see the sunset. It was hanging beautifully on the horizon. Its color was unlike any sunset you’ve ever seen. A bright jewel red tipped the edges of the soon-to-be night, as the rays of the setting sun illuminated the atmosphere with a golden orange glow. You stared at its beauty for a few minutes, thinking that this sunset was lasting quite a while. Its extended duration seemed like a gift from nature, and after a long day of work, it was surely a welcome one. 

With the sun still shining before you, you remembered what you had originally come to this wing of the palace to do. Quickly after you had finished your labors and freshened up, you had decided to visit Ieyasu in his study. As indicated by an unusually sharp Mitsunari, Ieyasu had been cooped up there since early this morning. This would’ve previously been a concern as Ieyasu usually doesn’t stay there too long despite his love for the craft, but since he had finished most of his important labors around the castle, most warlords paid it no mind. 

Neither did you, it seemed. After all, nothing was amiss when he kissed you good morning today like he always did. But you recounted he seemed different this time. He seemed happier, and there was a sparkle in his emerald eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher what it meant. You decided that now was as good of a time as ever to coax him out of his hiding place, and determine what had him transfixed inside. 

You walked briefly over to the door of his study, where all of Azuchi’s herbal medicines and concoctions were. You forewent your manners and opened the door straight away, sensing that there wasn’t a need for formalities among this anomaly of a situation. 

When you opened the door, a part of you expected to see medicinal scrolls frantically opened on the tables, with numerous flasks broken or containing strange concoctions one could only hope to see in movies. But instead, you were confronted with the sight of the study neatly organized, and Ieyasu jotting down notes next to a mortar and pestle.

One of Ieyasu’s personal hobbies was making medicine, sometimes even showing it to Nobunaga wherever he would make a new discovery. Nobunaga often made the other warlords take medicinal lessons with Ieyasu so they could gain more knowledge. Though Ieyasu’s disposition was not-so cheerful, anyone could tell he was passionate about this subject and he truly didn’t mind being a teacher for his fellow warlords about medicine. Well…maybe except for teaching Mitsunari. 

You yourself had also taken lessons with him once or twice before, recognizing that if he wasn’t a warlord, he would have definitely been a herbalist. 

Ieyasu kept jotting down his notes and looked back to consult his other writings to compare them, moving some roots and a bag of seeds that lay on top of them. He didn’t seem to have noticed you just yet, his entire focus was being taken up by his studies.

You stood across from him at the table where he was writing and finally greeted him. 

“Hey, Ieyasu. What are you doing?”

He looked at you like you had just arrived in the room, his pupils expanding for only a microsecond before looking back to a new plant in his hand. 

“I’m trying to see if I can make a remedy to soothe muscle pain”

You were surprised at his frankness. 

“Oh?”- You asked with interest, not expecting that response. 

“When we’re dealing with non-visible injuries, muscle pain is often the biggest complaint we hear among our men”- He continued.

You furrowed your eyebrows in discontent, realizing you hadn’t considered how true this really was. 

“I can’t blame them. Carrying all that heavy armor, then horse-riding, then fighting? I can only imagine the pressure their bodies carry”- You expressed with sympathy. 

“Exactly. That’s why I took the time to make one, seeing as some treatments post-battle are too lengthy and our men need something quick to soothe the pain, at least temporarily”

He jotted down a few more notes before cutting up the plant and grinding it with the ingredients found in the mortar. It was forming into a dark green sludge. Ieyasu then raised the pestle and observed how the medicine clung to it, he looked at the color attentively and gave it a quick whiff. 

You were charmed by how focused Ieyasu was, thinking he seemed very attractive in this state. 

You smiled “I like that you care about them”

Ieyasu looked at you in disbelief before rolling his eyes. 

“It’s more than just care, it’s necessary. I wouldn’t want my troops to complain all day about how their back and arms hurt”

Though you knew of his prickly attitude, you had felt that his tone was a bit dismissive of your comment. You fell silent and stared at the table, unknowing of what else you could say. 

You heard the writing of Ieyasu’s brush pen cease. Then another pause came as he tapped his finger, then he began shuffling different materials around in his work area until he slid a different-sounding mortar across his work space. He left the immediate area to open a cabinet at the left of him. He grabbed what sounded like a glass container and closed the cabinet. You heard him open another cabinet, this time it was lower, and he grabbed what sounded like a thick plant of some kind. He closed that cabinet as well. 

He walked over to his work station where he continued shuffling things around. Among all the sounds, the sound of chopping caught your attention. He placed the chopped plants into the mortar before he poured some liquid and a rough-sounding powder. He mixed them together with his pestle. 

You were lost in your own thoughts when suddenly you heard Ieyasu calling out your name and addressing you. 

“Hey”- He spoke.

You finally looked up at him. 

“Taste this”

Ieyasu raised a wooden spoon at the height of your mouth, just a few centimeters away from your face. Though his face was blank at first glance, his eyes regained that sparkle he had in the morning, and you knew that you were in for a treat. You leaned in to drink the contents of the spoon, Ieyasu lowering the tip of it as soon as it reached the inside of your mouth. 

Your eyes widened as you were unexpectedly met with a very earthy, but fresh taste in your mouth. It was a small burst of flavor. Ieyasu’s eyes still twinkled with that ever-present shine as he gauged your reaction. 

“What do you think?”

You cupped your mouth with three fingers, still taking in the flavor and hoping it wouldn’t accidentally spill out. 

“It’s…sweet!”- You chirped in surprise. 

A small smile grazed Ieyasu’s lips as he rested the spoon inside the wooden mortar where he had made the concoction. 

“It’s sugar cane and dried carnation petals. That’s what gives it its magenta color”- He explained. 

“Well, it’s really good!” You exclaimed, then stared longingly at the wooden mortar “Can I…?”

Ieyasu smiled shyly once more before scooping more of the carnation sugar, giving you another spoonful. 

“I don’t want you to have too much of it” Ieyasu sighed “Otherwise you’re gonna keep bothering me to make you more and then I’ll stay here all day”

Your gaze softened as you stared at him. 

“Then I’ll stay here all day with you”- You replied. 

The way you looked at him did things to his heart, and your soft gaze was just the key to leave him internally flustered and unable to tolerate how cute you are. He would not reveal any of this fondness directly, obviously. He could only do it if you sought the answers from him, and luckily for you, he unraveled very slowly, but surely. 

“Don’t be ridiculous” Ieyasu protested “You wouldn’t stand being here all afternoon if the only things around you are plants and manuscripts”

You took on a defiant role, standing up from your place and walking over to his side, staring deeply into his eyes, intent on getting his full and undivided attention

“Then can you teach me?”

Your tone was rich with interest and opportunity and your eyes encapsulated him once more. He knew you only wanted to learn more about plant medicine so you could be with him. But this could finally manage to nudge at his heart and let just himself be. 

After a red flush reached his cheeks, Ieyasu’s eyes stared at you nervously before you reassured him. He parted his lips to speak, now truly allowing himself to be and feel as how he truly felt; he was in love with you. 

“Sure”- He answered with an uncharacteristic vulnerability.

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It had been a long day.

Too long of a day, actually. 

Between the war councils and your increased chores that Nobunaga had ordered of you, you thought you had never met more displeasure and exhaustion in Azuchi. The day started off with Ieyasu being short with you during today’s medicinal lessons, then it was followed by Mitsunari forgetting an important item you had to buy in the market and having to walk all the way back to get it, which in turn caused Hideyoshi to lecture you about why you shouldn’t stray far from the castle, and to top it all off, Masamune had accidentally spilled a stew all over the wooden floors you and the maid’s had just cleaned. After cleaning up the mess and attending the last war council of the day, you decided you had had enough. 

Stressed as you were, you thought you could unwind by transforming your stress into productivity by making a beautiful garment, but then remembered that you had lost your fabric scissors the day before, and recalled that you didn’t have nearly enough fabric to complete an entire garment. You thought you could maybe complete a scarf with the amount of fabric you had, but that wouldn’t be enough to keep your stress at bay.

Unknowing of any solutions, you walked briskly towards your quarters to avoid any more negative thoughts from pilling up. In your mind, you were hoping to relieve some stress by at least going to sleep early…or perhaps you could try…

No. You thought. 

Don’t even think about it.

I don’t want anyone hearing or budging in unannounced. Especially when that seems to be my luck today. 

You ignored that lingering thought about a more intimate way of stress-relief. Recently, you had gone through a wormhole to present day-Japan with Sasuke. Whereas he did it to assess how some events in your current Sengoku era affected the future, you decided to do some shopping and brought along with you some interesting artifacts.

Being an Azuchi chatelaine was no easy job, and on top of that, you had limited ways to explore other hobbies and activities that didn’t involve a group or warrant a sense of generational cultural shock from you. 

If there was one thing you missed from the present day, it was definitely the creation of…

You didn't even want to recognize it. You were too embarrassed to even acknowledge the item you had brought into the Sengoku era. You hadn't even touched it since you got it. Was it because of nerves? Was it because of subconscious desires to assimilate into the era you were living in? These answers lay unsolved as you opened the door to your bedroom. 

To your utter surprise, inside your bedroom was a person whose face you hadn’t seen all day. It was Mitsuhide. 

His golden eyes darted to you, encapsulating them. And though he was uncharacteristically caught off-guard, Mitsuhide did not show this and retained his suave nature, staring back at you like nothing was amiss, greeting you as if this was his own space. 

He called out your name and apologized. 

“Sorry to disturb you with my unannounced presence. I was merely searching for something I had lost”

Despite him retaining his usual tone of voice, you could see something in Mitsuhide’s eyes that he was unable to hide. He usually loved to tease you and play with your feelings a bit, but despite the fact that he had directed no more than two sentences towards you, you could sense that something was up with him. His body language seemed the slightest bit jumpy and a smirk fought the urge to perch itself upon his lips. But it was his eyes that gave him out entirely, his eyes that looked at you frenetically, They seemed… excited . 

This was an energy you could feel. He was not himself tonight. And for the first time in a while, you felt something electrifying in the pit of your stomach. 

Just by the way he was looking at you, you remembered all those times you had admired Mitsuhide’s side profile from afar before staring away after he caught you, or those times where you sheepishly laughed at one of his teasing remarks before you stared deeply into each other’s eyes in silence, only to be interrupted by an oblivious passing warlord. Or even the times where he helped you carry some heavy items around the castle, and you caught a glance of his toned, lean muscles against his tight-fighting clothes…

You dismissed those alluring thoughts and finally spoke. 

“W…What did you lose? What are you doing here?”

Mitsuhide broke your gaze for a second to look at the bullet box and calligraphy set in his left hand. 

“I understand I shouldn’t have come here without your permission…” He stated “But I was going to recommence my target practice tomorrow and Kyubei urgently needed his calligraphy set you had borrowed…”

“And since you and I were needed elsewhere today, I couldn’t ask you for the items personally. And given the emergency, I took it upon myself to retrieve them…”

Unexpectedly, Mitsuhide placed the bullet box and the calligraphy set aside in a small table near the immediate wall. Then, he approached the corner of your room where your satchel lay. He brought it to you. 

“I guessed that the items might’ve been in your satchel. And I guessed correctly. I was about to grab my items and leave until…”

Mitsuhide’s slender right hand reached inside the satchel to reveal a pink, wand-shaped object. Your eyes widened in near-embarrassment. This was the item you had brought in from the future, the one you didn't even want to acknowledge.

“I encountered this strange artifact.” He spoke in an unnaturally calm tone “I haven't seen any foreign devices quite like this one, so I'm curious to hear your explanation on it”

He stared at the pink wand briefly, before turning to look at you, abandoning his honest tone of voice as he retook his teasing gaze. 

For a few seconds, it seemed like your eyes were having another conversation entirely. But you decided to explain yourself, shocked as you were. 

This would be harder to do than expected. 

“I, uh……You know you shouldn't go to bedrooms without permission, Mitsuhide” You replied, berating him  “My personal belongings are none of your business”

You tried to grab the wand swiftly, but Mitsuhide's reflexes proved too fast for you. 

“I know. And I understand..” Mitsuhide responded “But what is the purpose of a device that with a slight press, it can…”

As if he had already tested it, Mitsuhide pressed a button and activated the device. The round head of the wand began vibrating rapidly, making a buzzing sound. The moment the buzzing started, so did your agitation, as you tried to pry the wand from his hands once more, failing time and time again. 

From a few frustrating glances, you caught the sight of his eyes again. Though his actions were quite juvenile in their execution, his eyes retained that signature Mitsuhide trait of wanting to tease you. He wasn’t doing this to annoy you but more so to egg you on. Then again, if he really was curious about the device, wouldn’t he just take it without you knowing and examine it for himself? Maybe. But now it was clear that he only wanted you to explain it. 

Is he onto me? Does he even know what it’s---

Both of you stopped struggling for the possession of the wand as soon as you were on your tiptoes, with the back of your fingers brushing against the base of Mitsuhide’s wrist, just scant centimeters away from the now-inactive wand in his hand. You also just noticed that you were pressing your body against Mitsuhide’s upper abdomen, the unexpected pause leading you to look straight into his face as you blushed furiously.

You recoiled back in an instant, facing away from him. Your cheeks were still flushed from both embarrassment and the unknowing excitement of getting to feel Mitsuhide’s body up close. You heard his footsteps coming towards you. 

He turned you around, his right hand rested on your shoulder as the wand lay between them; making no attempt to keep it from you. You had a chance to take the wand from him. 

And yet, that was the last thing on your mind as Mitsuhide stared deeply into your eyes, apparently retaking the same wordless conversation that you’ve held once before. Now you sensed something deeper than excitement. His golden eyes seemed to turn into pools of darkness, his pupils the most dilated you’ve ever seen them. Now, you felt as though you had no words, nor any desire to escape, and instead, all your desires were outside of you, and they belonged to him alone.

Retracting his right hand from your shoulder, his other hand began caressing your chin. Your eyes darted away as you sucked in a breath between your teeth, feeling at ease once you realized how warm Mitsuhide’s hands actually were. You turned to look at him again, accepting his touch with the desire that was now growing within you. 

Mitsuhide began to lean his face downwards, towards your lips. The desire crescendoed into a kiss as your body almost jumped in anticipation for it. Mitsuhide’s lips…were also warm. And fairly soft as well.

His arms entangled you as best he could, grabbing at your shoulders, then your back, and going lower to reach the bottom of your spine. Your lips were still locked on his, still caving in pleasure as you kissed him. It was the only thing that was proveying any type of solace and comfort. 

Mitsuhide pulled back and ended the kiss. But by the look in his eyes, he still wanted to continue. You gave him permission as you pulled him in for another kiss, your lips encircling his. He began to take more control, as his hungry hands grabbed at any corner of your body that he could find. 

You’ve never known Mitsuhide to be this passionate and willing…

As if planned, you stumbled over to your still-undone futon and laid on top of it, taking Mitsuhide down with you. Breaking away from the kiss once more, Mitsuhide looked at you before turning his gaze to the pink wand still in his hand. 

“I’m aware that you’ve revealed to everyone in Azuchi that you come from the future, little mouse”- He spoke, his words seeming almost careful. 

He looked at your kimono with disinterest, as if it was getting in his way. 

“So I knew that something so strange-looking could only be a product of your so-called present day…”

He leaned forward again. You parted your lips to receive him, until he stopped just centimeters away from your lips. He began stroking your hair. He smiled. 

The silence between you was interrupted by the sound of the vibrating wand turning on. You held your breath, not knowing what he’d say or do next. 

“I truly don’t know of its usage, but…”

Mitsuhide’s hand left your hair as it trailed down into the opening of your haori near your breast. He looked into your eyes briefly before undoing it. He trailed his hand up your leg, pushing the fabric of your kimono up to rest between the tantalizing center of your core, his other hand with the wand nearby. 

That was when he pressed the head of the vibrator against your clothed genitals, the vibrations rippling throughout them.

“This feels nice, doesn’t it?”

It was like his words were laced with danger and kindness. A caught breath spilled from your lips as your mind tried piecing together that this was really happening. You couldn’t meet Mitsuhide’s gaze, but you felt it all over you. The tension below felt delicious, and very much due. 

You tried to not let yourself get too reactive to the vibrator’s motions, which became all the more impossible when Mitsuhide began to undo your obi sash around your waist, throwing it to the side. The new mobility of your body allowed the vibrator to thrust harder against your folds, exalting your pleasure. You threw your head backwards as you shut your eyes, in disbelief that it could feel even better now. 

You bit your lower lip ferociously, trying not to succumb to all the moans and grunts you would let out if you just let yourself go. Especially now that Mitsuhide was here. It was almost like you didn’t want to recognize how lucky you’d gotten for tonight. 

Thankfully, the white-haired warlord sensed this apprehension, and would soon coax you into relaxing. He leaned over to you. 

“At a loss for words, little one?”- He purred, whispering in your ear. 

You hesitated to answer, unsure of how your response would be met. Still, you had to take a chance. You didn’t know what type of lover Mitsuhide was. 

“It….ngh…it feels so good…”- You moaned, finally looking down at the scene beneath you. 

Your legs were willingly spread apart, more than you thought they were. Between your thighs was Mitsuhide’s hand holding the vibrator against your clit shielded in undergarments. What interested you most, however, was Mitsuhide himself. His honeyed eyes and light apricot skin contrasted deliciously against his cool-toned robes. You thought you could see a bulge forming underneath them, waiting anxiously to be freed. 

You were unable to take the pressure any longer so you met his lips with a kiss. He kissed you back slowly, almost gently, contrasting with the velocity of the toy’s vibrations. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. 

“M…Mitsuhide..?”- You asked. 

“Yes?”

“Do you….feel an indent under the on button of the toy?”

He paused for a bit to run his finger through it, He answered affirmatively. 

“Could you…ngh…press it?”

Without a hitch, Mitsuhide did so, and you felt a different vibrator setting. Whereas the original setting was a steady pace, the new setting made it pulse rapidly, constantly sending shockwaves throughout your folds. You keened and threw your head back once more, finally succumbing to all this increased pressure as you let out some soft moans. 

And just like that, it seemed like you had flipped a switch inside Mitsuhide. Suddenly, he wanted to play with you more, with your body. 

“Ah, so you do know what this device is for…” He purred, questioning you “Is that why you brought it here?”

Grinding yourself against the toy, you were too drunk in pleasure to really recognize that he was putting you on the spot.

“Mmm…yes…”- You answered. 

Mitsuhide’s devilish smirk went unseen by you, as he decided to hatch the next part of his plan. 

“If you wanted such lecherous treatment…”- He proclaimed. 

As if in a rush, Mitsuhide pulled the vibrator away from your needy core and pulled your panties down. Without missing a beat, Mitsuhide placed his head between your legs. 

“You could’ve simply gone over to see me”

He took no time and immediately dug his head towards your cunt, his hot tongue pleasuring your unclothed clit. The gasp and the moan afterwards from you were guttural, your abdomen flinching from pleasure as you gaped your mouth. 

“Agh! Oh, m…Mitsuhide…mmf…!”- You moaned. 

His mouth was wrapped around your clit as he pleasured it, giving it fast and effective licks that made you see stars. He maintained eye contact as he ate you out, hoping you were enjoying the show. 

You looked back at him and nodded, encouraging him to keep going. Your body felt like it was on fire. The delicious contrast of Mitsuhide now pleasuring you with his mouth felt more than appropriate. He began to hum in pleasure just a bit, imitating the feel of the toy when it was on you. It sent you back to that feeling and you tapped into it once more, closing your eyes.

Your fingers tugged at his pearl-white hair, ruffling it each time he would run his tongue through your clit and on the side of your tight hole. 

Thinking it needed some attention, Mitsuhide thrusted two of his fingers into you slowly, your hole clenching around him in anticipation.

Your moans soon became more pronounced, and at the same time, more vulnerable. After a few thrusts, Mitsuhide exalted the feeling by putting his mouth back on your clit, massaging it each time he would thrust his fingers into you. Breathing heavily, you and Mitsuhide had determined a pace that became faster and faster with each passing thrust. You felt so overwhelmed with all this lovely attention that you began to feel disheveled. 

But so was he. 

He pulled away from your core with your juices dripping down his chin, looking like a man who had been starved of food. The look in his eyes was one you hadn’t seen before. He was consumed entirely by lust. 

“You're just so cute, little one…”

He touched your chin with his thumb sweetly, before beginning to undo his robes. 

“I might just claim you for my own…”

As he was taking his clothes off, Mitsuhide’s skin seemed to gleam in the golden warm light of your room. You almost wanted to run your hand over his smooth skin. 

He looked at you with purpose, his eyes hungry like wolves who had just circled around their prey. 

When he finally took off his robes, he leaned towards you for a kiss, his lips sweetly intertwining with yours. Despite his teasing ambiance, this was a moment where you could really feel him calm down and express something…deeper towards you. A wanting for you in the gentlest form. 

Though sweet, it was but momentary. Mitsuhide broke off the kiss for a few seconds, and aligned himself against your bare entrance. He teased you with his tip, you fluttered your eyes shut as a reaction. You tried desperately not to succumb to his games, and more so when he finally thrust himself into you. You bobbed your head backwards, restraining a moan from your throat. 

Even when he had you like this, you still fought for control of your own reactions. Would that last long, though?

In the first few thrusts, he could tell you were holding back on your arousal. This was made evident by the crescent-moon indents that you had made on the skin of his arms. Your eyes were wide and glossy, looking at Mitsuhide like he was a savior that could provide you with nothing but pleasure. He thought your restrained face looked adorable, as you willed to keep yourself from mewling and moaning out as if you were an animal in heat. You couldn’t last much longer like this, though, and he knew it from the feel of you. 

After a few more thrusts, you let your tongue loose, throwing your head to the side as you groaned at the tightness beneath you. Your slick coated his member with each move, allowing for easier penetration. He had begun to gain force, your breasts slightly bouncing with each thrust. You and Mitsuhide found this extremely erotic, and he took his mouth to your left breast as a result. 

It seemed that this was the answer to unravel you further. As his tongue flicked your nipple as he enclosed it, a moan protruded from your throat and went through him right towards his member, where it twitched slightly. 

The more he licked and kissed your breasts, the more moans you sprawled out and it enhanced your pleasure. Suddenly, feeling jealous of all the attention your breasts were getting, you decided to cup Mitsuhide’s face and guide his lips towards yours. You did so ravenously. Excited by your enthusiasm, Mitsuhide found himself thrusting faster and harder inside you. Your broken moans suddenly became erratic and the only thing both of you could hear. 

Like an untamed beast, Mitsuhude pulled back to see the sight of you in shambles, your eyes filled with lust, your gaped mouth, your robes barely hanging over your naked body, and your breasts bouncing against the force of his thrusts. Though he wanted to deny himself from doing so, he couldn’t help but look down to your eager folds, where he could see his member thrusting in and out of you with ease, You were so wet and tight, he could see the white ring of slick forming around his cock as he fucked you, and it turned him on to no end. 

Suddenly, he had an idea. 

Mitsuhide grabbed the pink vibrator that he threw to the side when he began to eat you out. He brought it over and let you observe it, making you realize what he was about to do. 

With a sly smile, he pressed the on button and directed the head of the vibrator towards your swollen clit. 

“Oh!” You cried “M-Mitsuhide..!”

He grinned as he kept thrusting himself inside you. Your legs gave out and they began to twitch in quick spasms. Your throat was beginning to get dry from so much moaning. It sounded guttural now. You tried clawing at Mitsuhide’s arms, wanting to grab onto something, anything. The pressure was so tight and you were too sensitive. 

The sight of Mitsuhide on top of you was hypnotic, beads of sweat had accumulated on his brow and threatened to spill, his eyes were still on you, engulfing all of you. His torso gleamed and looked deliciously paired against your skin. Your clit pulsated violently, waves of icy-hot pleasure drenching your skin and making you see stars. You moved against him for friction, and you were close.

“M-Mitsuhide!” You yelped “Nff…I’m…I’m gonna cum!”

You groaned out furiously, your body viscerally reacting to your coming orgasm as chills flowed down from your spine, to your hips, to the center of your core where you came in spurts, reacting against Mitsuhide’s manhood. He rode your orgasm out as you calmed back down. With you still being wet and hot, Mitsuhude managed to reach the point where he too was close. He thrusted just a bit faster, the veins in his neck bulging. He panted, his sweat dripped down on his body. He rose his head upwards and let out a final groan, as you felt warm ropes of his seed fill you up. 

Breathing heavily, Mitsuhide’s chest rose and fell. He remained in the same position as he did when he came. When he pulled away, his come leaked out of your slit and puddled underneath your taint. He took in that sight with craving and satisfaction. 

Looking back at you, there was a newfound playfulness in your eyes. Receiving him with open arms, Mitsuhide crashed down on you as you held him in an embrace, staring into each other’s eyes deeply. Suddenly, you realized that this has been the right way to relax after such a long day. You held Mitsuhide’s gaze, your eyes now openly expressing what you had been hiding from each other for so long. 

“Such a deviant little mouse, you are” He purred “Perhaps we should do this again sometime?”

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I don't even know why I'm writing this. I don't think you'll ever get to read this. I don't even know if the next time you'll wake up you'll forget how to read as well. It's been the same thing every morning since Kanetsugu brought you here. At first, I suspected he might've performed some sort of spell on you, to make you forget all about me, all about us; but then I realized Kanetsugu wouldn't be so cruel as to do that. Then, I found myself thinking that your memory loss could be something temporary. You've once mentioned how temporary memory loss was something that could happen to people with traumatic injuries. So I thought to myself: “You’ll snap out of it, won't you, lass?”. And despite me being so shocked at this sudden change in you, I genuinely believed that you'd be back, most of you at least. 

But I realized that was just me being hopeful. And I’m afraid I'm wrong. 

Every day you awake is another day where you don't recognize my face. In your mind, everyone is a stranger. Even yourself. 

I have to remind you of your name every single day. Some days you like your name, some days you find yourself indifferent to it. I always have to remind you of my name, and when you look at me…you look at me like you don't know me, like you never kissed my lips or told me that you loved me. You look at me like a stranger and it kills me. 

I try desperately to find comfort in the warmth of your gaze, but I know that behind those eyes, there isn’t a heart that can reciprocate my feelings. I lose you each time the sun sets, and when the sun rises, nothing of you remains. 

I still kiss your forehead while you sleep, and our allies in Azuchi hope for your recovery and still have faith in us…

And I do too.

I will keep loving you in the off-chance that suddenly you can say my name without sounding out each syllable.

I will keep on loving you in the off-chance that you recognize my cooking skills that you loved so much.

I will keep on loving you in the off-chance where you call my name and look at me with those adoring eyes...ones that welcome me back and tell me that they’ve missed me…

But until then, I will remind you of your name, of my name, of my eyepatch, of my status as a warlord, of anything. I could never give up on you, even if you’re not all there. 

I will keep on loving you, even if it pains me. 

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“Time to ourselves, revelations. All time for us, I have the patience...”

Those words stuck out to Kenshin as he heard his lover’s soft voice reading an excerpt of poetry. She stayed in the room next to his. It had been a rough couple of weeks. These weeks were the ones where Kenshin had finally recognized his feelings towards the strange woman that Sasuke brought.

Sasuke was a trusted ninja. In all 4 years he served under Kenshin, not once had he failed to complete or compromise a mission. So when Sasuke introduced her to Kenshin, he faked scorn, though he secretly knew that she too, was to be trusted. 

What he didn’t expect, however, was to fall for this enchanting lady. Kenshin’s heart had grown bitter from the death of his former flame. I’ll never desire anyone again , he told himself, because a man in love is a vulnerable one . 

...And yet...he could not shake off her alluring presence. Why is she so polite and sweet to everyone?

People are...annoying...and yet...she doesn’t mind? How?

How does she do it?

Kenshin was intrigued and wanted to spend time with her; not to learn, but to observe. Kenshin rarely had interests outside of battles and sparring, but with her...it seemed like she opened up this new side of him that he too wanted to explore. Kenshin recalled that Shingen once said that darkness is often attracted to light, because both cannot exist without each other---

Kenshin paused. 

How dare a womanizing prick enter my thoughts? I am nothing like him.

And yet, his soul yearned to be that of a lover. Not one for words, he let his actions show this instead. 

If she went out for a walk and mentioned liking a specific flower, the next day they would appear in every flower pot in Kasugayama. If she liked a certain dessert, he would make sure to have it made after every dinner. Any book she liked, he secretly read. Any new colorful word or phrase she spoke, he took note of it. He tried using some with Sasuke once, Sasuke was puzzled by his manner of speech. He decided to not exercise the latter action ever again. 

Kasugayama Castle was Kenshin’s residence, yes, but he also had landscape artists and feng shui experts to consult. So when they went through the monthly rundown and they suggested the “guest room” the chatelaine was staying in be moved to a separate cabin outside the castle, Kenshin raised his voice and violently refused to make the change.

…

It was then when Kasugayama realized that the Azuchi chatelaine had pried her way into Kenshin’s heart. The council stood still, even the own chatelaine unwilling to produce any easing words. Kenshin felt embarrassed. Nevertheless, he stood his ground and still refused the move. After some discussion, both parties settled for the chatelaine's room to be moved next to Kenshin’s. 

A soft shade of pink overtook her cheeks as he mentioned the decision, the feeling of her heart beating faster betraying her calm demeanor. 

And that’s where they laid, sleeping next to each other, in different rooms, Kenshin getting used to the fact that this woman…this seamstress was on his mind and in his heart. So close yet so far away....how can he make it explicitly known that he likes her?

“Time to ourselves, revelations. All time for us, I have the patience...”

That phrase was all that rang in his head this quiet night. Surely, she had muttered it not thinking about him, and he knew this but in his heart...he made a promise.

I’ll make time for us. Just wait. 

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Kenshin and the chatelaine were going on a leisure walk through the nearby forest as per his request. She didn’t mind this as she enjoyed the forest, and Kenshin’s company. This outing was possibly a silent apology about last night’s dinner. It was a bit awkward. They ate mostly in silence. Shingen’s remarks and Yuki and Sasuke’s table banter didn’t help the two lovers feel at ease with their own personal feelings. 

A forest is an ideal place to stroll though , Kenshin thought. No one to interrupt us. We don’t even need to talk, we can just-

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden clench on his right hand. 

“Kenshin!”- She let out a frightened shriek. 

At first disturbed by her voice, Kenshin turned to look in the direction in front of him, noticing a small bear a ways away on their path. He was prepared to defend her should it come down to it, his eyes sharpening slightly, before realizing that the color on the fur of this animal was familiar, as was the laissez-faire way of his demeanor. It’s just Shingen’s petulant pet bear, Koro. 

“It’s foolish to worry” Kenshin answered, relaxing his stance “It’s just Shingen’s pet”

She took a while to reply.

“It…it is?”

If Kenshin wasn’t so invested in her, he wouldn’t think her cautiousness was so adorable. But he didn’t want her to worry, there wasn’t anything to worry about, anyways. So he attempted to calm her down. 

“Yes” He replied with a slight smile “See?”

Kenshin pointed to the small bear once more, who ignored both of them and ran to where he had come from, disappearing into a thicket of bushes and trees before reappearing on a small hill, next to a little wooden shack. Kenshin accurately predicted his route, and the chatelaine recognized the shack as the one Shingen had made for Koro. 

Her eyes gleamed with splendor now. 

“Oh!” She exclaimed, her eyes still following the bear “You’re right!”

She giggled in delight. Going unnoticed by her, Kenshin stared at her like she was the one who made the sun shine everyday. When she finally turned to face him again, Kenshin looked away not-so subtly and tried to play it cool. She could’ve asked him what he was staring at but decided not to, thinking Kenshin’s bashful behavior to be endearing. 

The lovers stayed a few seconds in silence, the only thing being heard was the whistle of the wind. 

Kenshin broke the silence by calling out her name, sounding a bit more gentle than he had shown her previously. 

“We must venture to a patch in the forest. I have something important to show you”

Before she could ask what it was, he’d already left her side with a brisk pace. Maybe this was urgent ; she was about to find out. 

“Wait up!” She cried, hurrying her step “Kenshin!”

She ran up to reach him. Her best attempt to get to him led up to her accidentally almost tripping and reaching for his hand to balance herself. Kenshin’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline, but he didn’t reject her touch. Even when she regained her balance, it just seemed so natural to rest her hand, and she kept it there. They walked hand-in-hand, words going unspoken, neither of them daring to speak of it, hoping to not disturb this sweet sign of intimacy. 

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They finally reached a clearing in the forest, a sizable log lay in the middle of it. Kenshin quickened his pace but this time softly let go of her hand. Kenshin faced her, walking backwards as if he already knew where the log would be, self-assured. 

“Now…” He sighed “We sit here”

He sat on the log absentmindedly, as if this was a routine he always followed. She sat too, but furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, expecting something more. 

“And do what?”- She asked. 

He looked to his right side, facing away from her. 

“You’ll see”- He replied. 

A few minutes of forest noise later, she saw a white ball of fuzz hiding by the trees, facing them. Her eyes darted towards it. It was a cute, white bunny. It began to jump in spurts towards them with its little feet, before nuzzling close to Kenshin's right foot. At first he seemed to pay it no mind, but then he began to pet the little animal, the bunny letting out small chirps of approval. She let out a quiet gasp of awe. 

She knew of Kenshin’s trinity of bunnies back in the castle...but even wild bunnies approached him too?

It was an adorable sight, a fearsome warlord being so gentle and soft with small fluffy bunnies. It wasn’t long until what looked like a sea of dozens of white bunnies came into view. The look on her face was priceless, and Kenshin was enjoying every second of it. 

He gave her some rabbit food he had hidden away in his pocket. 

“Here…” He gave her the food “You can feed them”

“I can…?”- She asked, at a loss for words. 

He nodded, giving her an open, very warm smile, motioning her to go ahead. 

She held the food in her hand, placing it downwards just hovering above ground. Then, as though a work of magic, bunnies came to eat from her hand, their soft little noses nuzzling against her. 

She turned to look at Kenshin, wanting him to witness this as well. He already was, drinking up her reaction and feeling an unparalleled warmth inside him. She stayed like this, feeding the wild bunnies until the food ran out, some bunnies left, and others stayed to be pet by her. 

The light was beginning to set in an evening glow, it illuminated her body with warm light. As soon as the last bunny left and she moved her body upwards, her hair worked against the light wind and exalted her presence. 

She’s … a princess … My…

His thoughts converged into a symphony of unfiltered thought, his own body disobeying him and approaching her, his face in close vicinity towards her. In her space, she felt so delighted, and seeing his lips so suddenly…

She closed against them in a sweet embrace, accepting Kenshin’s shy kiss with the same hunger. The kiss was brief, although very sweet and wordless. As they both pulled back they said nothing, and they didn’t need to. Words were useless when it came to their love, one that would last for centuries to come…

…

Maybe one day he’d get the full scope of it….