Can you please write some tender sex with Kenshi? I’m thinking it happens after he got injured from Mileena. Even though Sento has granted him some form of vision, he still lost his eyes. Maybe he feels self conscious about it, so his fem s/o gives him some loving and reassurance? It’s almost 1:00 am and I had to get this ask through before I fall asleep lol.
Yes ofc!!
Tender Sex with Kenshi
CW: NSFW, afab!reader, fem!reader, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v
A/N: Sorry for the lack of posting! College and life keeps me busy, but to quote fnaf, I always come back!
He's been... distant.
You can't blame him. You know it's not your fault. Not his, either. He's been like this for awhile now, quiet, half-answering your questions, half-smiling, if he smiles at all. You want to get through to him, but you don't know where to start, or if there's anything you can do at all. If one word of comfort, one gesture, could get through, that would be enough. You wonder if anything is enough.
He's getting ready for bed, sighing to himself and mumbling something under his breath. He talks to himself more than you sometimes. It hurts, but you can't blame him. All you can do is try to understand. Kenshi sits on the bed, ready to turn the light off, when he notices your distraught expression.
"Hey," he says, frowning slightly. "Is everything okay?"
And you could cry, because why is he asking that? How can he still be so kind after everything? You should be the one asking him.
"It's not," you swallow. "I'm fine, Kenshi. Really. Are you okay?"
"Me?" Kenshi repeats, like he can't believe someone asked him that.
"Yes, you." You move your hand to place it on his. It twitches beneath yours, but he keeps it in place, lets you hold him. "I know it's been... a lot. I know you're hurting. I notice."
Kenshi's expression softens, betraying the pain that he's tried so hard to hide. You wish you could reach into his heart and take it away. The most you can do is hold him, be by his side. Listen.
"It's," Kenshi starts. He hesitates. "You're still here."
"Of course I'm here," you say. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Kenshi gestures to himself weakly. His hand stops at where his eyes would be.
"I mean, really," he sighs. "I wouldn't blame you. It's a lot. I'm a lot."
"Not to me."
Kenshi's other hand finds your jaw, tracing his finger along the line. He waits for you to nod before pressing his lips to yours, sinking into the feeling, into you. When you break apart, there's a ghost of a smile on his lips.
"Couldn't help it," he says sheepishly.
"No complaints here," you tease. "I love you, Kenshi. All of you. There's nothing that will change that."
His expression softens more, and your heart swells.
"You're right," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't doubt you."
"But I understand if you do," you tell him. "I'm here for you. Either way."
"You're too good to me."
"Just the right amount."
Kenshi's lips find yours once more. He deepens the kiss, pressing you against the headboard as your legs wrap around his waist. You don't want a single part of you not to touch him. You want to feel every part of him, good or bad, it's all him, it's all Kenshi. His hands find your waist, and you nod once more as he pulls your shirt over your head. His lips travel down your neck, your chest, down to your stomach. It tickles slightly, and you stifle a laugh, which he notices. Kenshi chuckles.
"That's all it takes to get you to squirm?" He teases.
"You know there's more."
"Oh," he says. "I know."
His mouth reaches one of your nipples, where he lightly sucks on the bud. You gasp and wrap your arms around his shoulders, already needing to steady yourself. And he's an anchor, always has been.
You reach down to slide your pajama pants off, along with your underwear, and it occurs to you that you're completely undressed while he isn't. That just doesn't seem fair. You grin and pull at Kenshi's shirt. He leans back to remove it before continuing his journey across your skin.
He's teasing you, you both know it. But it's a different kind of teasing. He wants you to fall apart in his arms. It's what you both want. You're safe here.
His fingers reach your clit, moving in slow circles across the surface, causing you to gasp and move your hips with his touch. His fingers slide into your entrance as he moves his mouth down, licking and sucking at the bud, gentle as he is purposeful. You used to joke and tell him that you aren't made of glass, until you realized that he isn't gentle because he thinks you're weak. It's because he wants to be gentle with you.
"Pretty," Kenshi sighs.
You smirk. "Me or my pussy?"
"Why not both?"
His fingers curl up inside you, hitting that spot deliciously. You both know you'll cum if he keeps this up, so he pulls out, placing his slick fingers in his mouth.
Kenshi pulls his pants off, cock already hard, ready for you. He places a hand on your thigh, spreading your legs apart, positioning himself before your entrance. You pull him closer, his head against your shoulder as he slides into you, and you both gasp at the feeling.
He's slow with his thrusts, gentle, hands on your waist, in your hair, everywhere. He wants to feel you. You try to move your hips with him, but he holds them down, shaking his head with a small smirk. He can set the pace.
Kenshi moves, slow and deep, hitting the spot that makes your head light, makes you moan into his skin. He's the only one who can make you fall apart like this, and he knows this; you feel it in the grin he presses against your skin. His fingers move down to your clit again, rubbing circles against the nerves as he thrusts into you. It's him, his fingers, his hot mouth, hard cock, all for you.
You're close. He can tell with how you clench around him. He keeps the pace. All you have to do is feel.
The sensation builds up before it spreads all across you, tingling your skin, setting your very being ablaze. You cum with a whine, head thrown back, hair splayed across the pillow. Kenshi presses his lips to yours and swallows your moans, kissing you through your orgasm.
"I'm..." Kenshi breathes against your lips. "I'm going to-"
You kiss him with a smile.
"Please."
He cums, groaning low against you. A shiver spreads across his skin as he fills you up. Kenshi slumps against you as he catches his breath. You run your hand up and down his back. You gaze up at him with a goofy grin, lovestruck.
"Hi," you say.
Kenshi chuckles. "Hi yourself."
He pulls out of you and stands, leaving the room and returning with a towel and water, cleaning you up as you drink.
"You can talk to me, you know," you tell him. "About anything."
"I know," Kenshi says. You know he means it. "I'm sorry I didn't before."
Okay have you seen that one YouTube animation called “Dirty Paws”? If you haven’t, stop reading rn and go watch it, then come back
Anyway, it’s a lot like that
You and Johnny have a system where every month when he turns, you chain him up with silver for the night in your bedroom. He’s warm, and both of you are safe
Of course, he’s a total diva about it. The pillows under him must be fluffed, the silver better be good quality, etc.
Because of the silver, he’s pretty calm in his werewolf form. You like to lean against him and hug him, he’s so fluffy. He’ll nuzzle into you too. Just don’t bring snacks, they will be his snacks
He’s just a dog, really. He’ll wag his tail if you kiss his snout, and yes, he will lick your face
Outside of werewolf form? He is strong
Like, can easily pick you up and throw you around. He’ll pin you to the bed and mark the fuck out of your neck. There’s a certain possessiveness that translates even when he’s human
He’s like a human space heater too, you can just lean into his chest while he kisses your face
He’s protective of you, too. Not in a jealous way, he just wants to keep you safe
Sends you those werewolf memes (you know the ones) with the caption “us”
Bi-Han is just mean about it, frankly. Teasing you, never exactly hitting the spot you need him to, close enough to feel it, but not enough to really do much. And don't bother begging with him. He'll just roll his eyes and scoff, wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumb and not doing anything to give you release.
"I've barely touched you... how are you that desperate already? Honestly, it's ridiculous. You'll get what you want, just be quiet."
When he finally fucks you, it's at a relentless pace, holding your hips in place as he thrusts into you. He's stopped the teasing now, and is wholly focused on making you fall apart in his arms.
Tomas just wants to make you happy. He begs to taste you, to let him touch you where he wants to. He whines at the slightest touch from you, and you both know that you're the only one who can elicit these reactions from him. He could spend forever between your thighs, seriously, he'd die happy there. He'll run his hands up and down your thighs while he gives you head, he has to be touching you.
"Ahh... you look so... like this, I mean- don't tease me! I'll come up with a good description, just... let me have this."
PLEASE hold his jaw and make him look at you while you ride him. Remind him that he's yours, and he'll practically melt. He'll likely be the more vocal out of the two of you, babbling about how good you feel.
Kuai Liang is possessive in bed, but how can you blame him? It's the place where you're his, completely. And maybe this is just me being insane over that skin where his hair is up, but but he likes when you pull his hair while he fucks into you. You can also run your nails along his back, and good luck to anyone who comments on it. He's yours, and you're his, and he wants sex with you to be a reminder of that. He likes being able to look at you while he fucks you, especially those lovely expressions you make.
"No, don't look away. Keep your eyes on me. I don't want to miss a second of this."
You didn't initially expect him to be so open with his feelings in bed, but he likes to be vulnerable with you. He feels safe with you, and he doesn't have to be anyone but yours.
When it comes to fast and hard, it's Johnny Cage. Sex with him is always so energetic, and you have to wonder where that energy comes from. Admittedly, it took some time in the relationship for him to be intimate or slow with you, but you got there. Even then, he just likes sex to be fun. He'll crack jokes, tease you, or randomly bite you when you're least expecting it. He'll thrust up into you while you ride him, just to be a dick and throw you off balance. Have I mentioned he's a brat? Because he's a brat.
"So. You come here often? Well, you're about to, and- hey, ow! I'm supposed to be on camera, you know."
When he's intimate and slow, though, he really is. He'll whisper praises in your ear, words so genuine that it makes you blush more than the things he's doing to you. Everything he's too afraid to say sometimes, it all falls apart when you're in his arms.
I'm SICK and TIRED of people saying that Raiden doesn't know anything about sex, etc. He is loving, tender, and occasionally giggly. He sees sex as another way to be near you and show you how much he loves you. He'll kiss you all over while he's inside you, and he loves to praise you. He likes to fuck you with you in his lap and your legs wrapped around his waist. It's perfect, really. He can go deep inside you and look at you at the same time.
"You look so perfect like this. I'll move, love, I promise, just let me watch you for a moment."
He can make you cum fast, but he chooses not to. He likes to draw out your pleasure. Less to tease, and more to make it last as long as possible. He wants to fall apart with you.
Kenshi is going to make you cum on his fingers before he even thinks about fucking you. He's infuriatingly good at it, too. He'll leave you gasping and moaning just from his fingers, and he can't help but smile smugly about it, which only makes it more frustrating. You can beg him to fuck you, but it won't work. That's happening when he decides to, and not a moment sooner. So you may as well get used to cumming on his fingers.
"You're seriously still begging? C'mon, you know it's not going to work. Still, it's nice hearing you like this."
When he finally fucks you, it's slow and rough, going as deep as possible with each stroke. He'll wrap his arms around you while he does, face pressed against your shoulders, muttering praises and teasing words against your skin.
