@kwngo / @decosafe sent: ❛ can i touch you there , [ name ] ? ❜ from tengen to Suma !!!!
from: soft words and soft skin
as the baby of her family, the importance of patience wasn’t introduced to suma until a little too late in her life. she wasn’t often made to wait for the things she wanted, be it food or quality time ( because most days, those were the only things she wanted ). even as she grew older, suma found it difficult to be patient, prone to whining and, as her spouses all learned, swiping a bite or two when no one was looking. she’s grown out of it some, less likely to look like a sad puppy when patience is necessary, but there are certain areas of suma’s life in which patience is simply impossible.
like in the bedroom, when she dearly wants to hear her spouses moan because of her, or when she can’t stand another minute of being empty. or like right now, as makio holds suma against her chest, lips upon her neck and hands running along her curves but never straying further down where suma needs to be touched. she isn’t even allowed to turn around so she can kiss her wife properly ( truly, how cruel of her!! )! instead makio makes sure suma faces hinatsuru and tengen, knowing good and well that watching their spouses pleasure each other will only make the waiting utterly unbearable. and god, it does.
hinatsuru makes such a cute face as tengen slowly thrusts inside of her, eyes half-lidded and brow furrowed; suma can’t decide if she’d rather be the one causing that pretty expression or be the one making it. all she knows is that she might just burst into flames if someone doesn’t touch her soon, and makio isn’t helping!! the blasted woman merely nips her neck in warning when suma begins to whine and pull at her hands, muttering that she better behave. and when she opens her mouth again to argue, to call for the help of her preoccupied spouses? makio shoves two fingers in her mouth.
jokes on her -- suma likes it and sucks on her fingers without hesitation, humming in contentment. and maybe that’s exactly why makio does it, because she knows it’ll placate the other kunoichi, but suma’s gonna choose to believe this is her win.
it certainly feels like a win as makio’s free hand massages one of her breasts ( finally ), but it starts to feel less like a win as hinatsuru’s gasps become sharper; as tengen presses a thumb against her clit and grins at the cry it pulls from her; as suma watches her wife and husband fall over the edge, chests heaving from the force of it, this “ win ” of hers starts to feel like a consolation prize. she starts to notice the slick that’s accumulated between her thighs, how very empty she feels, and how desperate she is to touch one of them. she’s had enough of makio’s attempts to torture pacify her.
so suma begins to squirm in makio’s lap, letting out a muffled whine around the fingers still in her mouth. makio has to wrap an arm around her to keep her still when hinatsuru and tengen both look over at them. at least hinatsuru appears to feel bad for poor suma -- tengen looks amused.
but she can’t be mad at him for finding humor in her frustrated state because before long, one of his large hands squeezes her thigh. she can’t even be mad when tengen kisses makio over her shoulder just to tease her because at least he’s close enough that suma can run her hands down his chest, tracing the dips in the hard muscle beneath her fingertips. at least he doesn’t stop her from being impatient enough to tug at his snow-colored hair to get his attention, nor does he punish her for it. instead, after makio so kindly removes her fingers from between suma’s lips, tengen rewards her with a kiss that leaves her whimpering, ready to beg to get what she wants if she has to.
“ can i touch you there, suma? ” her husband asks, a playfulness to his voice that suma simply cannot appreciate at a time like this.
“ please. ”
makio pulls suma’s thighs further apart, muttering something about rewarding bad behavior ( yet she’s helping him, isn’t she? ) before tengen easily sinks one finger inside of her, then another, and curls them upwards. she’s ready to rut against his hand, his name already falling from her lips, when she feels makio’s hands once again. only this time they aren’t spreading her for tengen -- they’re stopping her from moving.
“ makio’s being mean, ” suma cries, actually cries as frustrated tears spill over flushed cheeks.
“ she wants you to listen and let us take our time. ” his thumb swipes across her cheek. “ you can be good, can’t you? ”
something flutters inside her stomach, and she clenches around tengen’s fingers. he’s grinning as begrudgingly, reluctantly, forlornly, suma huffs her agreement. the slayer rewards her with a third finger that has suma throwing her head against makio’s shoulder ( who sweetly kisses at her jaw ).
